Renewed for the worst
A tendril you were,
So slim, so soft,
With frame like a crane,
At your two and thirty,
Ago years two and ten.
A princess ran in you.
A lush shoot you are,
So stern, so sturdy,
With shape like a horse,
When I again see you,
At your four and forty.
A queen runs in you.
Then I wanted to hug.
Now I want to lean.
You have grown charmer.
I have grown warmer.
However, you prefer to be cold.
I wish I saw you no more,
Proud Shoba Rani.
22.09.2001, Tvm
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Grown Men Dont Cry
(steve seskin, tom douglas)
I pulled into the shopping center
And saw a little boy wrapped around the legs of his mother
Like ice cream melting they embraced
Years of bad decisions runnin down her face
All mornin Id been thinkin my lifes so hard
And they wore everything they own, livin in a car
I wanted to tell him it would be ok
But I got just got in my suburban and I drove away
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
Keep having this dream about my old man
Im 10 years old, and hes holding my hand
Were talkin on the front porch watchin the sun go down
But it was just a dream he was a slave to his job and he couldnt be around
So many things I wanna say to him
But I just placed a rose on his grave, and I talk to the wind
But I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
Im sittin here with my kids and my wife
And everything that I hold dear in my life
We say grace and thank the lord
Got so much to be thankful for
Then its up the stairs and off to bed and my little girl says
I havent had my story yet.
And everything weighin on my mind disappears just like that
When she lifts her head off her pillow and says,
I love you dad
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
And I dont know why they say grown men dont cry
I dont know why they say grown men dont cry, dont cry
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Same Old Song
And the band starts playing
The same old song again
The monks start praying
To the same God again
But He has grown,
He's grown tired
Maybe its time
That he retired
He's grown selfish,
He's grown Greedy
Bless the homeless
And the needy
And the band start playing
The same old song again
The old are still aging
Its new years eve again
But they've grown stupid,
They've grown lazy
They've grown senile,
and gone crazy
They've grown new cancers,
And suffer old ulcers
There are new medicines,
which might be the answer
And the band start playing
The same old song again
And here I am sitting
Back in that same chair again
You were cold,
and you were hearltless
Still you insist
that you are faultless
You are selfish
and you were cruel
How long must you torture
this young fool
And the band start playing
The same old song again
And when it ends
I press rewind again
I am drunk, and feel so sleepy
And in this room I'm feeling creepy
Maybe we sat here too long
Maybe I should stop listening
To our Old Song
poem by Niroda Abboud
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Fallen princess
Fallen princess is her new name for me,
fallen princess how she uses to call me,
so I start to doubt
Fallen princess, is this really me.
Once I sat on my high horse,
on the winner's throne.
Everything I wanted
was something on the floor, a dirty diamond.
So I climbed off my horse
and picked one of them.
By running away my white horse said
'Black isn't the shade of my soul, so let me go'.
A fallen princess with a dirty diamond.
Is this really me?
I don't know,
but you aren't allowed to judge me.
©
poem by Maryelle Anthony
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Going Nowhere
This is what you offer me,
A system of dishonesty,
Where life is measured, monetarily,
And I'm just another face.
Another man with the simple skills,
Of staying alive, and paying the bills
I'll Never amount to anything,
Live and die where I've always been.
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
Uneducated, though I graduated,
Wish I would have been a little more dedicated,
And got something out of school,
Instead of always playing the fool.
But even if I did for just one day,
Had all the right words that I wanted to say,
It wouldn't make any difference anyway,
Cause no-one's listening
This is where I'm at, the bills
Still come no matter what,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care anymore,
So save your words,
Just save your words,
Cause I don't care any-more,
My father worked his life away,
In all those years he never missed a day,
There isn't anybody that could say,
He didn't keep his bills paid.
All that time, he never got to do,
All the things in life that he wanted to,
He always kept his family fed,
With the blood and sweat he shed.
With the sacrifice he's made,
This is how he gets repaid,
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
I'm all grown up, but still I'm going' nowhere
song performed by by Zero Down
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The Wild Horse
(r. stewart/a. taylor)
Born and raised
In a motel in new orleans
I ran away
With a hobo and his gypsy friends
We rode a freight train up to cleveland
Across the utah plains
Proud men, troubadours torn and frayed
Sleeping under the stars
While gently strumming guitars
Played the songs of woddy guthrie
And the open road
I knew right then I could never go home
Cause the wild horse runs free forever
Oh yeah, a wild horse runs free forever
And ever and ever
I met a girl
From a family of position and wealth
What a hand
This rambler had been finally dealt
A beauty six years and ten
I felt the walls closing in
Like a swollen river
Bout to overflow
Like a losing gambler I kept on rolling
And a wild horse runs free forever
Yeah yeah yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah yeah yeah
A wild horse runs free forever
Play the guitar
So understand I must go
But Ill drink you one last toast
Oh heres to the heart
And the hands of a man
That come with the dust
And are gone with the wind
May the wild horse run free forever
Yeah the wild horse runs free forever
The wild horse runs free forever
Yeah the wild horse run free forever
Wild guitar, baby, come on, wild
I know, I know, I know, I know
Play it for me, come on.
Yeah, hit it. yeah yeah. let me hear it, yeah.
The wild horse run free ...
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Home Grown Tomatoes
There aint nothin in the world that I like better than bacon n lettuce n
Home grown tomatoes up in the mornin, out in the garden
Get you a ripe one, dont pick a hard un plant em in the spring, eat em in
The summer all winter without em is a culinary bummer I forget all about the
Sweatinand the digginevery time I go out and pick me a big un home grown
Tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown
Tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes you can go out to eat an thats for
Sure but theres nothina home grown tomatoe wont cure put em in a salad, put
em in a stew
You can make your own tomatoe juice
You can eat em with eggs, eat em with gravy you can eat em with beans, pinto
Or navy put em on the side, put em in the middle home grown tomatoes on a hot
Cake griddle home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes what would life be like
Without home grown tomatoes only two things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes if is to change this life I lead
You could call me johnny tomatoe seed
cause I know what this country needs
Home grown tomatoes in every yard you see when I die dont bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
cause I could be pushin up a home grown tomatoe home grown tomatoes, home
Grown tomatoes what would life be like without home grown tomatoes only two
Things that money cant buy
Thats true love and home grown tomatoes
Words and music by guy clark
song performed by by John Denver
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I think we have some serious problems now, but, if you look back over the last thirty or forty years that my book deals with, I think we are in better shape now than we would have been if all of those cases had not come down.
quote by Floyd Abrams
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In The Louvre
Queen Karomana, slim you stand,
In bronze with little flecks of gold—
Queen Karomana.
O royal lady, lift your hand,
Shatter the stone museum cold,
Queen Karomana.
The wide Nile sleeps, the desert stings
With color. Shake your tresses free,
Queen Karomana !
The sleepy lotus shines and swings—
Loose your bound limbs and sail with me
In a smooth shallop to the sea,
Queen Karomana!
Queen Karomana, still so mute,
So delicate, yet cold as snow,
Queen Karomana?
An ice-wind, boldly resolute,
Rippled your thin robe long ago,
And froze you into bronze—I know—
But left your garment's flecks of gold
And the slim grace men loved of old,
Queen Karomana!
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Jewel In The Savannah
Out of the mouth of the lion,
That which was spoken;
Out of the mouth of the tiger,
That which was written;
A lover of hospitality to write a muse.
A flame of fire! !
That which was read;
The King must surely dance naked.
All out of one,
One out of many,
The Queen must also dance naked.
Forty years in the wilderness,
I've been too long in the bush;
The Prince must dance naked.
Oil of gladness,
Hope of dreams;
Pay attention to yourself.
Of milk for babies,
Of meat for adults,
A voice spoke to her;
Hope of dreams,
Oil of gladness,
She got the name;
You are the jewel in the savannah.
Forty years in the wilderness,
Watch the mouth of the lion;
The Princess must also dance naked.
Like the Lion and the Tiger,
Like the King and the Queen,
Like the Prince and the Princess,
The jewel in the savannah is what you are.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Father I Still Love You
I tried so hard to love you
But you never really cared
I tried so hard to trust you
But you were never really there
I wanted you to love me
But your heart had grown so cold
I wanted you to play with me
But money was your only goal
And now that I've grown older
And I look back on the years
I remember all the anger
The hurt the pain the tears
Father I forgive you
For all those wasted years
And I try not to remember
All the hurt the pain the tears
But father just please tell me
Did you ever love me once
Or was I just like leftovers
That you throw out after lunch
Father I still love you
And I'll never let that die
But father just please look at me
Say you love me to my eye
Father I must be honest
When you left I found another
My Father up in Heaven
And Jesus my loving Brother
They were the ones who loved me
When you had never cared
They were the ones who saved me
From a life of hate and despair
Father I still love you
And that will always stay true
But father will you love me
Because your child still needs you.
poem by Daniel Sweetnam
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Cold Feet
He just turned seventeen
When the moment came
He was standing on the corner
In the pouring rain
She pulled up along side
And rolled the window down
And said can I drive you
To some part of town
Hes sitting beside her
With a great big smile
The lady had class
It stood out a mile
His heart was beating
Like a big bass drum
Thinking at last
His time had finally come
He started talkin fast
Trying to loosen up
But he just felt kinda stupid
So he shut up
She said dont think Im fast
cause Im really not
But his fever went all wild
It was getting hot
She pulled into the driveway
Of a big brown stone
He was champing at the bit
And then her heart be told
She said my husbands working
Hell be gong all day
But he couldnt believe it
When he heard himself say
Im getting cold feet
Im getting cold feet
Lady dont ya hear me talking to you
Hey theres something that you can do
Im so nervous I just might shoot you
Ive got them cold, cold feet
Well a couple years on
And our heros grown
Hes a professional musician
With a band of his own
Hadnt had much luck
With the girls that he meets
Might get another case of terminal cold feet
He met a girl not too long ago
She thought she could change him
But it wasnt so
As soon as she mentioned long term romance
He went into that same old song and dance
Im getting cold feet
C-c-c-c-c- cold feet
Im getting cold feet
C -c-c-c-c- cold feet
Mamma dont ya hear me talkin to you
No aint there something that you can do
Im so nervous I just might shoot you
Ive got cold, cold, cold, cold
Upset about it
Cold, cold, cold, cold
You know I gottem
Cold, cold, cold, cold
Said Ive got them cold, cold feet
He increased his quota
Of one night stands
It was kind of a complex
You understand
He would treatem real mean
He was low down and dirty
Now hes gotta make some changes
Cause hes nearly thirty
Cause see he had a dream
Just the other night
He was standing in gods ever present light
And God said, Id like to let your life run its coarse
But youd understand Im having second thoughts
Im getting cold feet
C-c-c-c- cold feet
Im getting cold feet
C-c-c-c- cold feet
Richard dont ya here me talking to you
I think you know what you have to do
You gotta make some changes
You got them
Cold, cold, cold, cold
Theyre getting rigid
Cold, cold, cold, cold
Youre getting frigid
Cold, cold, cold, cold
I said you got them cold, cold feet
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Now You're Wishing For A Man You Never Had
Oh Boy,
Why did you do her wrong?
When you knew she had your back,
All day long.
You must be taking,
Some ill-advised medication to do that.
And Girl,
Why did you let him do it?
Aint that much love in the world,
To be taking that crap.
Don't let him lower your elevation.
You should have left him on the curb,
To trot his own tracks.
And Boy,
You better get your head together...
With a putting of those games you play,
Away...
Where you said you began to pack your toys.
If you wish back what you nearly destroyed.
'Do I wish you two back together? '
And Girl,
You wished with him kids?
You shouldn't have made a wish like that...
But you did.
Well...
You've got them!
And...
Alone on your own.
You wanted 'your' babies!
And a Boy that's not grown.
Well...
You've got them!
And...
Alone on your own,
Wishing for a man you never had.
You wanted 'your' babies!
And a Boy that's not grown.
Now you're wishing for a man you never had.
You wanted 'your' babies!
And a Boy that's not grown.
Now you're wishing for a man you never had.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I didn't put out this album because I wanted everybody to know I was grown up. I'm 21 and that's not grown up.
quote by Justin Timberlake
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Hearts Grown Cold
Go out and have your habit,
Keep on takin it
Keep on fakin it
Youre the one whose heart grows cold
Youre the one whose hearts grown cold.
Go out and have your habit
Youre the one thats takin it
Youre the one thats fakin it
Youre the one whose hearts grown cold
Youre the one whose hearts grown cold.
I touch your lips with my fingertips
I hang on every breath you take
You dont need me like,
I need you
You have your heartaches to climb
Everyday, I just hope and pray
I just hope that you still have,
That you still have your dreams.
Come down and tell me that its better
Youre the one whos choosin it
Youre the one whos losin it
Youre the one whos got no soul,
Youre the one whose hearts grown cold.
(cleminson)
(copyright 1980 nazsongs ltd.)
All rights reserved
Lyrics used by permission only.reproduction prohibited.
Copyright 1980 a&m records, inc.
song performed by by Nazareth
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A tree that has grown bent for thirty years cannot be straightened in one year.
My Next Thirty Years
(track 12 - time 3:37)
(phil vassar)
I think Ill take a moment, celebrate my age
The ending of an era and the turning of a page
Now its time to focus in on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years
Hey my next thirty years Im gonna have some fun
Try to forget about all the crazy things Ive done
Maybe now Ive conquered all my adolescent fears
And Ill do it better in my next thirty years
My next thirty years Im gonna settle all the scores
Cry a little less, laugh a little more
Find a world of happiness without the hate and fear
Figure out just what Im doing here
In my next thirty years
Oh my next thirty years, Im gonna watch my weight
Eat a few more salads and not stay up so late
Drink a little lemonade and not so many beers
Maybe Ill remember my next thirty years
My next thirty years will be the best years of my life
Raise a little family and hang out with my wife
Spend precious moments with the ones that I hold dear
Make up for lost time here, in my next thirty years
In my next thirty years
song performed by by Tim McGraw
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Nimal
Two scions sprung among the fennels of the countryside
They bid their own welcome because fennels say little to scions
These scions were of a sturdy stock themselves
Though new compared to the old stiff necked forrest
They were wise beyond their years
The scions grew as the seasons passed
Some slender stalks bowed their heads and withered
Others rigidly weathered the storms of cloud and stream
One day in the spring the fennels of the highest stalk
Noticed a shadow of leaf and trunk across their tethers
The scions had grown rapdily as the days had passed
The scions were tall, evergreen and entwined
They would never bow their heads as the fennels
Or become uprooted by cold rivulets
They had grown intrepid and wise
Knowing that
Persistence is the mother of success
And passion is her handmaiden.
poem by George Murdock
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Ability is the immovable asset.
Be proud that you are an artiste.
Be proud that you are an intellectual.
Be not proud that you are a king or queen
Of which you can be stripped.
29.05.2001, Berhampur
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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That Letter
i will be honest with you
i once wrote a letter
for you
many years ago
telling
that I LOVE YOU
but then something
wrong went with my mind
childish, immature
selfish,
fleshy, they call me
i took the letter
and read it again
under the lamp
dim
near my bed
i was hesitant to tell
you what i really feel
because i know
you would not believe me
anyway
(liar! liar! you always
call me that name)
and so let me be honest
with you
i decided not to send
it
despite its truth
i folded it
shaped it into the form
of a japanese crane
(origami, that is the
art of paper folding
and the japanese believe
that an origami crane
can cure the sick
the loved one
and i believe that
too)
i looked at it carefully
when it was finished
the shape of
a crane, the white one
with letters on it
and then i opened
my window
it was cold and dark
and i sent the
crane into the
open space
beyond me
i never dreamed
that it will reach
you
i did not believe
in love
i did not believe
in you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Pilot Can At The Queer Of God
Oh god
Has she always lived here?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she always looked like that?
(I think she has)
Oh god
God, has she forgot me?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she joined the army?
(I think she has)
Oh god
Has she left here?
(I think she has)
In her grown up years
In her pilot years
(yes she has)
Like she came from outerspace
Oh god
Has she turned queer?
(yes she has)
In her grown up years
In a pilot dream
(yes she has)
Like she came from outer space
And now shes got helicopters
(yes she has)
Repeat 5 times
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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