Notes On Praxie's Concert
it has no more teeth
what it has are deep sunken eyes
like an eclipse
the sound is harsh and the
ambiance is dark blue
and it faded
the tables were already
empty
a lady beside me
has gray hairs
she must be older
by twenty years
like the awaiting of
this concert
she gives me the reason
for watching
she comes from a far place
it was the talks
the refined rumors
i shared what i wish i could not
have said
and praxie need not really
hear this
it is because we were once
together in the room with that shoe-throwing
music teacher
nothing more
we left before midnight
and i think it was enough courtesy
for good taste
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Kiwi Dave
For forty five years I've been working and I'm just an unfettered slave
And I have gray hairs to show for it I am quoting Kiwi Dave
Five years to go to retirement I was sixty last birthday
And ever since I've started working it's been uphill all the way.
My ex wife said that I was a drinker that I was too fond of the booze
That was her excuse for leaving she said I was born to lose
But I take it in moderation after work three or four beers
And I've been a slave for her and for my children for close to if not twenty years.
Fifteen years ago she left me and she went to live with younger bloke
She got more than half my assets for years to her haven't spoke
She turned my son and daughter against me and my six grandchildren I don't see
And I will spend my usual Christmas on my own watching T.V.
Kiwi Dave is a good person though just a little soured by life
And things for him would have been better had he had a faithful wife
'A woman she can make or break you' with that who could disagree
Dave could see the truth in those words for who would know better than he? .
For forty five years he's been working the hard worker Kiwi
Dave
And for his ex wife and his children for years he has been a slave
He looks older far than sixty the hard life has made him gray
Five more years left till retirement it's been uphill all the way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Blue Sky
(pal waaktaar)
I find it hard to breathe
As life just eats away
At the faces that surround me
They look tired today
The lady at my table
Doesn't want me here
I just want to talk to her
But would she laugh at my accent
And make fun of me
It doesn't seem like this
Blue sky's here for me
There are no girls in here
As far as i can see
Only pin-up posters
Looking down at me
Watching papercups of coffee
Growing cold before my eyes
All the things i see
That make me realize
I'm in this big world without you
Nothing to my name
I never knew that
Blue sky meant such pain
I'm dying to be different
In the coffee shop
I've lived on borrowed strength
Now my supplies are cut
Though i'm older than my looks
And older than my years
I'm too young to take on
My deepest fears
Oh, i used to be confused
But now i just don't know
Since you left i've been watching
Blue skies come and go
song performed by by A-Ha
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Blue Sky
(pal waaktaar)
I find it hard to breathe
As life just eats away
At the faces that surround me
They look tired today
The lady at my table
Doesnt want me here
I just want to talk to her
But would she laugh at my accent
And make fun of me
It doesnt seem like this
Blue skys here for me
There are no girls in here
As far as I can see
Only pin-up posters
Looking down at me
Watching papercups of coffee
Growing cold before my eyes
All the things I see
That make me realize
Im in this big world without you
Nothing to my name
I never knew that
Blue sky meant such pain
Im dying to be different
In the coffee shop
Ive lived on borrowed strength
Now my supplies are cut
Though Im older than my looks
And older than my years
Im too young to take on
My deepest fears
Oh, I used to be confused
But now I just dont know
Since you left Ive been watching
Blue skies come and go
song performed by by A-Ha
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Empty time, empty place. Empty heart, empty space.
Empty time, empty place.
Empty heart, empty space.
Give a little, fight a war
Take a lot, there is more.
Left to die, all alone.
Blackened sins to atone.
In a place by a stream,
in a dark, empty dream.
In a room candles glow.
Truth prevails if you know.
Something sweet and something blue.
Something with a natural hue.
Fogging Up The Windows
the sound of a small child crying
hungry in the night
of a young woman sleepless
waiting for daylight
the sound of church bells ringing
not too far away
the sound of an old man dying
remembering how to pray
the sound of two hearts breaking
a thousand miles apart
of the last tear a fallin'
unseen in the dark
the sound of lifetimes wasted
of a love that didnt last
the sound of memories forgotten
of a time already past
can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'
life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
the sound of the nails driven
into His screaming hands
the sound of salvation
entrusted to a man
the sound of bodies falling
of buildings swept by flame
the sound of different voices
whose souls are the same
can you hear?
can you hear?
a lone tree a fallin'
a hoot owl callin'
life and death, a lover's breath
fogging up the windows
of an empty room...
fogging up the windows
of an empty room....
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Nightclub
You are so beautiful and I am a fool
to be in love with you
is a theme that keeps coming up
in songs and poems.
There seems to be no room for variation.
I have never heard anyone sing
I am so beautiful
and you are a fool to be in love with me,
even though this notion has surely
crossed the minds of women and men alike.
You are so beautiful, too bad you are a fool
is another one you don't hear.
Or, you are a fool to consider me beautiful.
That one you will never hear, guaranteed.
For no particular reason this afternoon
I am listening to Johnny Hartman
whose dark voice can curl around
the concepts on love, beauty, and foolishness
like no one else's can.
It feels like smoke curling up from a cigarette
someone left burning on a baby grand piano
around three o'clock in the morning;
smoke that billows up into the bright lights
while out there in the darkness
some of the beautiful fools have gathered
around little tables to listen,
some with their eyes closed,
others leaning forward into the music
as if it were holding them up,
or twirling the loose ice in a glass,
slipping by degrees into a rhythmic dream.
Yes, there is all this foolish beauty,
borne beyond midnight,
that has no desire to go home,
especially now when everyone in the room
is watching the large man with the tenor sax
that hangs from his neck like a golden fish.
He moves forward to the edge of the stage
and hands the instrument down to me
and nods that I should play.
So I put the mouthpiece to my lips
and blow into it with all my living breath.
We are all so foolish,
my long bebop solo begins by saying,
so damn foolish
we have become beautiful without even knowing it.
poem by Billy Collins
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The Girl Who Had Pele's Hair
For: Samantha
The beautiful young red head
moves in mysterious ways
as she pulled her lava orange stick of wax
from her box of crayons
She is not a girl
actually more of a woman
Yet something in her eyes
is where the secret lies
In the Hawaiian sunset her hair twists and turns
rips and burns
like rivers of burning lava
trust me when I say
'The Past is Today'
Part of Pele is in her
The red head sharpens her crayon
smiling to herself
'I used to have a box of crayons
like that when I was little, ' says the teacher next to her
His face is strained and stressed,
A perfect contrast to the girl
'I used to get upset when my crayons
wore down to nubs, ' says the teacher.
The girl with the lava hair smiles,
'You still do, ' she says softly.
The teacher looks at her,
his eyes far away.
Years later the teacher stops his car,
on a rural road, next to an old lady walking,
The old lady's formerly red hair replaced,
by Pele's grayish silver ash.
The teacher rolls down his window,
The old lady smiling through missing teeth.
'Do you need a ride? '
The Teacher asks the old lady.
The old lady looks down the open road.
She shakes her head.
The teacher smiles with tears in his eyes,
And a feeling that will not go away,
remembering the past today.
poem by Joseph DeMarco
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You & I
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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You & I
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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You
Its you and i, feeling good,
Watching the sky turn to sunrise pink.
The stars are fading, saying good night,
Throwing us a big fat wink.
Its you and i, feeling good,
This morning were up so early and bright.
The clouds are smiling, saying good night,
We know its gonna be right.
What are we doing, you and i?
Are we waiting for the pie to fall from the sky?
Maybe we should take five and go for a ride,
See what the world is up to, you and i?
I know youre still thinking of that empty room behind,
One day well air it and fill it with sunshine.
Now you know its just you and i
And thats no reason to cry.
So hope, skip and run, lets have some fun,
You and i, (you and I) you and i. (you and I)
You just turned nine, and were both fine,
You and, you and i.
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
(you and i, you and i, you and I)
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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5 a.m. Port of Pulawan
the port of pulawan
is insomniac,
it is the meaning of its name,
it does not sleep,
people here, even the children have
deep sunken eyes
like an old deep
well,
when you call a name,
it echoes deep down there and it comes back
to you after
a while, telling you
'there is no water here! '
when you arrive here,
you call a name, and it is the same answer,
like what their eyes
are saying,
in fact, shouting,
you hear it well,
a friend of yours with long hair
disembarked immediately
the sound of arrival faded with the smoke of the
ship,
he is met by your student who flunked the bar this year,
the first time that you notice
that this guy is limping,
she carried a bag full of clothes,
dirty ones from the hospital
her mother has cancer of the lymph nodes
and at terminal stage
she has her only daughter
who drops her samsung tablet on the floor of the boat
nothing is broken,
they invite you for a ride in their old
black car,
you shake your head, you want to wait
somebody is coming,
the one you doubt you love says that she is coming to fetch you.
you want to go back to your way.
The sun shines. The sea is very calm.
The children are now wearing their deep sunken eyes.
Deep dry wells,
running out of water.
Pretty much like
you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Teacher Says, Teacher Goes
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
what you have done,
was clearly a mistake,
maybe it is,
time for a break.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows,
that you have been naughty.
That you have been quite foughty.
That you are being rude,
don't call teacher a dude.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smilies,
teacher know,
that you were making faces,
behind teachers back,
that you were throwing spitballs,
at the teacher's pet.
Teacher says,
teacher goes,
teacher smiles,
teacher knows.
So enough is said,
so now you know,
that whatever you do.....
Teacher says,
Teacher goes,
Teacher smilies,
Teacher knows
poem by Jasmine Aira
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A bad or a good teacher
A bad teacher is negatively pessimistic
A good teacher is positively optimistic
A bad teacher swears all the time
A good teacher cares in their prime
A bad teacher passes on rude fear
A good teacher has on good ears
A bad teacher discourages
A good teacher encourages
A bad teacher despairs
A good teacher prepares
A bad teacher likes to bitch
A good teacher likes to teach
A bad teacher shouts every moment
A good teacher scouts for every talent
A bad teacher is up for crude devices
A good teacher is up for good advice
A bad teacher lets students fight on in the dark
A good teacher sets students on the right track
A bad teacher feeds on their looks
A good teachers reads many books
A bad teacher sings along with wrong faults
A good teacher brings along the right results
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Twenty Four Hours A Day
MUSIC BY BARRY MANILOW
LYRICS BY MARTY PANZER
I was gonna see the world one day
Maybe be a movie star
Or buy a quiet house, down by the bay
And write about the way things are
But the way things are right now
I can hardly write my name
And I've lost my taste for the wanderin' ways
For fortune and for fame
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
All the other dreams I've had
Have faded away
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
If you want to be with me
Then here's where I'll stay
I was gonna save the human race
Find my place in history
Or sail away one day far out in space
And live a life of mystery
But the mystery to me
Is the life I've lived before
And the place for me isn't history
It's with you forever more
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
All the other dreams I've had
Have faded away
Darlin' all I want to do is be with you
Twenty four hours a day
If you want to be with me
Then here's where I'll stay
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Midnight Blue
I got my money
I got it here in my hand
Ok let me tell you
This is how we stand
Ive waited so long
Good things, never too late
So dont take no chances
Leave nothing to faith
I wanna walk tall in midnight blue
Look good, oh so good
Step out in midnight blue
Midnight blue
I watch the razors with their class and their style
Dressed to kill, man
Their lives is just one great big smile
And oh I wanna be there
When they dish that stuff out
Cool and collected
Man thats what its all about
So gimme, gimme, gimme
I want midnight blue
I love midnight blue
Im gonna step out in midnight blue
So gimme, gimme, gimme midnight blue
Midnight blue
I walk tall in midnight blue
Look good, oh so good
In midnight blue
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Miss Your Kiss
I've got my money
I've got it here in my hand
O.K. let me tell you
This is how we stand
I have waited so long
But a good thing's never too late
So don't take no chances
Leave nothing to fate
I want to walk tall
In midnight blue
Look good, oh so good
Step out in midnight blue
Midnight blue
I watch the razors
With their class and their style
Dressed to kill, man
Their lives is just one great big smile
And oh I want to be there
When they dish that stuff out
Cool and collected
Man that's what it's all about
So give me, give me...
I want midnight blue
I love midnight
I'm going to step out in midnight blue
Give me, give me, give me midnight blue
I'll walk tall in midnight blue
I'll look good, oh so good...
In midnight blue
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Deep in thoughts of love, I came
Deep in thoughts of love, I came
On two young maids,
One sang: ‘It rains
On us, the joy of love.’
Their faces were so calm and sweet,
With modesty and courtesy,
I said to them: ‘You hold the key
Of all virtue and nobility.
Ah, young maids, do not scorn me
Because of the wound that I carry,
My heart has been dead inside me
Since I left Toulouse.’
They turned their gaze towards me so
They might see how I was wounded
And how a spirit born of sorrow
From my wound’s deep centre issued.
When they saw me so destroyed,
One of them smiled and said:
‘See how this man is conquered
By the power of love.’
The other filled with mercy, pity,
Made for joy, in Love’s likeness,
Said: ‘Your heart’s wound I see
Came from eyes of such excess,
Such power, they left within, a brightness
I cannot endure:
Tell me if you recall
Those eyes in you.’
To this harsh and fearful question
That the young maid asked of me,
I said: ‘In Toulouse I remember
There appeared an elegant lady,
Whom Love called la Mandetta: she
Struck me so fiercely, suddenly
To death, with her eyes, inwardly,
Through and through.’
She who had laughed at me before
Now replied most courteously:
‘She, who set herself with Love’s power
In your heart, gazed so fixedly
Into and through your eyes, that she
Made Love, himself, appear there.
If it’s deeply that you suffer
Turn to Love.’
Go to Toulouse, my little ballad,
Enter the Gilded Church there quietly,
Ask of some lovely lady, clearly,
To take you, out of courtesy,
To her of whom I told you fully:
And if you are received,
Say to her softly: ‘See,
For mercy I come to you.’
poem by Guido Cavalcanti
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Virginia Wolf
some will strut and some will fret
see this an hour on the stage
others will not but they'll sweat
in their hopelessness and their rage
we're all the same the men of anger
and women of the page
they published your diary
and that's how i got to know you
the key to the room of your own and a mind without end
and here's a young girl
on a kind of a telephone line through time
and the voice at the other end comes like a long lost friend
so i know i'm all right
life will come and life will go
still i feel it's all right
cause i just got a letter to my soul
and when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughs in my face
you say "each life has its place"
the hatches were battened
the thunderclouds rolled and the critics stormed
the battle surrounded the white flag of your youth
if you need to know that you weathered the storm
of cruel mortality
a hundred years later i'm sitting here living proof
so you know you're all right
(all right)
life will come and life will go
(life will come and go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
when your whole life is on the tip of your tongue
empty pages for the no longer young
the apathy of time laughed in your face
did you hear me say "each life has its place"
the place where you hold me
dark in a pocket of truth
the moon had swallowed the sun and the light of the earth
and so it was for you
when the river eclipsed your life
and sent your soul like a message in a bottle to me
and it was my rebirth
so we know we're all right
(all right)
though life will come and life will go
(though life will come and life will go)
still you'll feel it's all right
(all right)
someone'll will get a letter to your soul
(someone gets your soul)
then you know you're all right
(when my whole life is on the tip of my tongue)
then you feel you're all right
(empty pages for the no longer young)
and your hear dry you eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and your hear dry your eyes
(you said)
and you know it's all right
(each life has it's place)
and it's all right
(it'll be all right)
words and music emily saliers
copyright 1992 bmi virgin music inc and godhap music (bmi
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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On That Day
on that day the color of the sun
shall be as scarlet, as red as drying blood
the clouds shall all be gray
and the sea is darker than blue
the air is humid and the sounds of
rocks grinding themselves to sand
shall be heard. You will not be there
to witness the birth of a new sun
the moons as round as the halo of light
on the head of saint
the silence as deep as the sea
the murkiness you must condemn
but only for a while. The light in your eyes
comes out. The angels sound their trumpet.
The skies split into two.
You shall hear the sound of the rain.
The sky is not empty.
And the stars shall stay.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Take Me Home, Country Roads
This song appears on twenty-one albums, and was first released on the poems, prayers and promises album. this version has also been released on the very best of john denver (double cd), this is
Denver, the country roads collection and the rocky mountain collection albums. it has been rerecorded on the greatest hits vol 1, take me home country roads & other hits, changes, favourites
Ce of america, john denver (italian) and country classics albums. it has been rerecorded again on the a portrait and the john denver collection - take me home, country roads albums, and again on
Love again and a celebration of life albums. live versions also appear on the an evening with john denver, live in london, live at the sydney opera house, the wildlife concert and the best of jo
Nver live albums.
Almost heaven, west virginia
Blue ridge mountains
Shenandoah river -
Life is old there
Older than the trees
Younger than the mountains
Growin like a breeze
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
All my memories gathered round her
Miners lady, stranger to blue water
Dark and dusty, painted on the sky
Misty taste of moonshine
Teardrops in my eye
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
I hear her voice
In the mornin hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And drivin down the road I get a feelin
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West virginia, mountain momma
Take me home, country roads
Take me home, now country roads
Take me home, now country roads
Words and music by bill danoff, taffy nivert and john denver
song performed by by John Denver
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