Ensure allowance
Some one played to her Violin,
Some, Key Board and some, drums.
Each one she liked to her heart.
Her spouse thinks she likes his song alone.
He wants her to listen to him alone
Faith leads to smooth sail.
07.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To call an old as old is an insult.
No man, old though he may be,
Likes to be treated so
When he is offered a seat beside a women.
No woman, old though she may be,
Likes to be branded so
When she is given a seat beside a man.
Don’t treat the old as old.
11.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman likes two extremes
Be a wicked or a witty
To pivot a woman
She likes either pricking or tingling.
The former gives her thrust.
The latter gives her a crest.
16.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The sought is not what is got
Birds seek trees for their fruits
But end up with perking for its shade.
Man seeks spouse for her flesh
But rests contending with her shade
23.03.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Harmony is in miss-belief
An island had an equal number of men
and women.
Each man had affairs before and after
the matrimony.
Each man believed that his spouse never
had affairs.
Marital harmony thus is preserved.
19.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Regrets to fault
College mates, play mates, dance mates
Colleagues, assistants and bosses,
Each one seems more suitable
Than her spouse. Regrets to fault
28.04.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Kill or Skill?
Spain had a skill.
South Korea had the kill
They played, clashed
In the Korean Soil,
In front of forty thousands
Spectators, in the Quarter
Final of 2002 World Cup
Foot Ball tournament.
Korea beat Spain
By penalty kick.
Kill is stronger than skill
22.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strangers Stir
In maiden contact with a maiden,
A touch of her on any part is erotic.
A kiss is terrible, even on
Her bloodless hair and nail.
Mere kiss on her very lips
Can bring you orgasm,
Which the copulation might fail to
When with one’s spouse
17.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Music is happiness
Music tans your rawness
And awakens your awareness.
Learn it or listen to it
Lack of it takes half of your happiness.
17.06.2002, pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Come Sail Away
Written by dennis deyoung
Lead vocals by dennis deyoung
Im sailing away, set an open course for the virgin sea
Ive got to be free, free to face the life thats ahead of me
On board, Im the captain, so climb aboard
Well search for tomorrow on every shore
And Ill try, oh lord, Ill try to carry on
I look to the sea, reflections in the waves spark my memory
Some happy, some sad
I think of childhood friends and the dreams we had
We live happily forever, so the story goes
But somehow we missed out on that pot of gold
But well try best that we can to carry on
A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
Come sail away, come sail away
Come sail away with me
song performed by by Styx
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Come, Sail Away With Me
Come, sail away with me
So i can sing a song for you
It would be a song of love
A love so deep, unfathomable
A love that will never die and end
If only i can sing a song for you
It will be a song to keep me going
A song of hope not fear
A song of faith to bear
So come, sail away with me
A song for you, my friend
Will be a soft, haunting one
A melody of strength, of trust
That's why I am here for you
A song that i am going to sing
If God wanted me for you to bring.
poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Need heads to reality
Stale to her spouse,
Hot is she to others.
Weary of his spouse,
Curious is he of others.
She wants a jet.
He wants a search.
She needs a crush.
He seeks a fresh.
Temptation Island
Has for it been designed.
06.12.2001, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Beating Song OF The Drums
The beating song of the drums
The beating song of a beating heart
The love lust of the beating blood
Overfills a dam just like a beating flood
Crashing through everything
Never ever beating apart
The beating love for a beating heart
Just like a beating heart
Always together never ever apart
We’re here for each other
Our beating hearts
Play the song of the beating drums
The song of the beating drums we’re never apart
The Song Of The Beating Drums We’re Never Apart
The song of the beating drums we’re never apart
Overfills a dam just like a beating flood
The beating love for a beating heart
The beating song of a beating heart
Play the song of the beating drums
The love lust of the beating blood
Always together never ever apart
The beating song of the drums
Crashing through everything
We’re here for each other
Never ever beating apart
Just like a beating heart
Our beating hearts
Violin
Four strings across the bridge,
Ready to carry me over,
Over the quavers, drunk in the bars,
Out of the realm of the orchestra,
Out of the realm of the orchestra.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Filling me up with the shivers and quivers.
Filling me up with the shivers.
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Paganini up on the chimney,
Lord of the dance,
With nero and old nicky.
Whack that devil
Into my fiddlestick!
Give me the banshees for b.v.s,*
Give me the banshees for b.v.s.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-dee.
Jigging along with the fiddle, oh, johnny.
Jigging along with the fiddle-dee-diddle-dee-dee!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
Get the bow going!
Let it scream to me:
Violin! violin! violin!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Woman, be a hard nut
The latest hit song is devoid
Of interest by its repetition.
The less heard ones manage to stay.
Keep with men space and time,
To keep your glamour, dear woman.
Be away but not far away.
05.02.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Song....
Theres this song I love to listen to. It takes me to a place where all the happines is, where I could feel alive. It takes me back to my favorite memories, ones that I hold onto and keep next to my heart. I never knew of such a feeling when I listen to this song. When I'm on the verge of crying out, I replay this song in my head to keep me sane. Sometimes this song will bring me to tears, but only because it makes me happy. I feel like I'm in a fantasy world where no one can touch me; I feel invincible. This song is your voice, your everything, and no matter what the world thinks, your voice is the most beautiful song I have ever heard.
poem by Crystal Garcia
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Mandolin Rain
(bruce hornsby/john hornsby)
The song came and went
Like the times that we spent
Hiding out from the rain under the carnival tent
Id laugh and hed smile
And it would last for a while
You dont know what you got til you lose it all again
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
A cool evening dance
Listening to the bluegrass band takes the chill
From the air til they play the last song
And Ill do my time
Keeping you off my mind but theres moments
That I find, Im not feeling so strong
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
Running down by the lakeshore
He did love the sound of a summer storm
It played on the lake like a mandolin
Now its washing him away once again
Once again, once again
Listen to the mandolin rain, listen to the music on the lake
Listen to my heart break, every time that he goes away
Listen to the banjo wind, a sad song drifting low
Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
Listen to my tears roll, down my face as he turns to go
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ye
WHILE going the road to sweet Athy,
Hurroo! hurroo!
While going the road to sweet Athy,
Hurroo! hurroo!
While going the road to sweet Athy,
A stick in my hand and a drop in my eye,
A doleful damsel I heard cry:
“Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
“With drums and guns, and guns and drums,
The enemy nearly slew ye;
My darling dear, you look so queer,
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
“Where are your eyes that looked so mild?
Hurroo! hurroo!
Where are your eyes that looked so mild?
Hurroo! hurroo!
Where are your eyes that looked so mild,
When my poor heart you first beguiled?
Why did you run from me and the child?
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums, etc.
“Where are the legs with which you run?
Hurroo! hurroo!
Where are thy legs with which you run?
Hurroo! hurroo!
Where are the legs with which you run
When first you went to carry a gun?
Indeed, your dancing days are done!
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums, etc.
It grieved my heart to see you sail,
Hurroo! hurroo!
It grieved my heart to see you sail,
Hurroo! hurroo!
It grieved my heart to see you sail,
Though from my heart you took leg-bail;
Like a cod you’re doubled up head and tail,
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums, etc.
“You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,
Hurroo! hurroo!
You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,
Hurroo! hurroo!
You haven’t an arm and you haven’t a leg,
You’re an eyeless, noseless, chickenless egg;
You’ll have to be put with a bowl to beg:
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums, etc.
“I’m happy for to see you home,
Hurroo! hurroo!
I’m happy for to see you home,
Hurroo! hurroo!
I’m happy for to see you home,
All from the Island of Sulloon;
So low in flesh, so high in bone;
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums, etc.
“But sad it is to see you so,
Hurroo! hurroo!
But sad it is to see you so,
Hurroo! hurroo!
But sad it is to see you so,
And to think of you now as an object of woe,
Your Peggy’ll still keep you on as her beau;
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye!
With drums and guns, and guns and drums,
The enemy nearly slew ye;
My darling dear, you look so queer,
Och, Johnny, I hardly knew ye.
poem by Anonymous English
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All I ever wanted to do was play the drums; I felt good about myself when I played the drums. So I worked anywhere and everywhere I could lug my drums in.
quote by Max Weinberg
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Why This Song
Why this song, filled with laughter and hope,
Why should it be loved and while a dope,
Why should it be played on the top,
Why should I listen why should I love.
It is played silently and you listen,
It is closer heard as chosen,
It is much louder when open,
It is I listening, it is I loving.
It is there when called,
It is here when drowned,
It is there when cried,
It is here when afraid.
Why should I love, why should I Listen.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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