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The right track

I chose a track to walk on.
I thought it squarely safe
As it was the right track
Which pedestrians use.
I didn’t think it too is unsafe
If we don’t keep pace
And any time we will be run over.
25.09.2005

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lining Track

This song was first released on the all aboard! album. it is the only album it has been released on.
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about linin track
These ol boys are gonna break my back
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Down in the holler below the fleld
Angels working on the chariot wheel
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Mary and the babe was a sittin in the shade
Thinking on the money that I aint made
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Moses stood on the red sea shore
Gotta batten down the waves with a 2 by 4
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Now if I could I surely would
Stand on the rock where moses stood
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Matthew, mark, luke and john
All them disciples dead and gone
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Mo boys, is you right
Done got it right
All I hate about lining track
These ol boys about to break my back
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
Mo boys, cant you line em (track a lack)
See eloise gonna line em track
Words and music by huddie ledbetter

song performed by by John Denver
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Listen To The Eight Track

(mick, Ive got a...)
There must be one million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this is one of em
I live out on the island, and I got problems
My mom dont like me, cause she says I know sultan(? )
Sitting in the cark park, in my old buick skylark
Getting high, getting high,
Getting high on the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh it aint easy, when you gotta survive
Keep on giving death, just to survive
Oh get out into the car park, sitting in my own buick skylark in the dark
Oh, n Ill listen to the eight track
Oh, Ill listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Oh, listen to the eight track
Yeah, cant wind it back
Listen to the eight track
In between the seats, in the cracks
Listen to the eight track
Oh sometimes I get a woman in here
And I put on bruce springsteens new double album
And then, just when everythings getting hot
I start turning the volume right down low
Baby, let me snuggle right next to you
You turned to me sweetly, you know what she said,
She said, turn up the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track
Oh listen to the eight track, aint no winding it back
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track
Listen to the eight track
There must have been about a million stories in new york city, the naked city, and this has been one of them!

song performed by by Ian Hunter
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Total Trust.....Lost

This is the story of the total trust
You gave me and I lost
I was a bad thing
I never used to think

More than once I dropped
And you helped me on my feet up
And then again I didn't care
And walked in that very same dark track

You pushed me to show me the light
And that there is a better track
Straight, bright and no one can dropp in it

In front of you I walked in it
But still the dark was what I wished
You saw me walk to the light
You gave me your total trust

You never thought I'll go back to the dark
After I knew that there was light
But too bad I did
You somehow saw me in it
And all the trust you gave me I lost
Because you saw me dropp again
But it was a bigger drop

You told me help yourself out
This time I really regret
But you said to late
You've dropped
And only you can help yourself out

Because if I help you
You'll return back to it
That very dark scary track
And here I'm begging you
To help me out of it

And you'll see me in that light
Never wanting that dark life
Please help me out
And give me Ur forgiveness
After I take Allah's.

poem by Rudy Hossam
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Broken Time

Lost track of time
Can´t figure out what u say
Maybe i´ve lost my mind
I can´t just erase and rewind
Needing some time to think
Even tho I can hardly remember
How it can be done
Looking behind me, I´ve left no footprints
On the sand, can´t discover where it begun
Lost track of time
Can´t figure where my life is headed to
Maybe i´ve lost myself
I can´t just dust my old self off that dusty shelf
Needing some time to breathe
Start it all over again
Looking behind me, my feet feel no pain
Can´t realize where it all truly stands
Lost track of time
The clock isn´t ticking anymore,
So i´ll just walk past that rusty door

poem by Nina gáspari
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Prayer On The Valley Road

I love to walk by the willows along the valley road,
Just before sparkling stars fade and night turns to dawn.
When nocturnal creatures return to their homes,
Lazy mist lifts from the stream and birds greet the morn.

This is where I spend time with my Lord,
Moreover, Addoni is there for me.
I have no wish to be elsewhere,
We speak of loves, losses and glee.

Cities that explode and cities that burn.
We speak of men who are at war.
We speak of loving wives and children,
Moreover, governments whom we implore.

Down a track, that sees a dying moon,
We speak of worldly concerns.
Beautiful creations even the amazing,
He waits for my prayers for our soldiers safe return.

El Shaddi hears me say, 'My child is ill',
And answers, I walk before you upon this track.
As I do, My Spirit is holding your dear child,
Moreover, in my time you will see her back.

So my beloved one I hear His voice,
I'm about to bring light to your day.
You have asked much of me this morn,
I love you; but my answer maybe, 'Nay'.

So He and I will track this day together as I plow and sow,
Love both neighbors and those under my roof.
Being a testimony that honors my Lord,
Being for Him a living proof.

poem by R.K. Hart
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Was There a Time

Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has sent its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.

poem by Dylan Thomas
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Freight Train

Well I just came down from Chippewa
I had a station wagon and a hundred dollars
I was thinkin' about the girl I'd lost a year before
I hadn't seen her for some time
I thought that I might go on by
When your memory came floodin' in
And you closed that door

[CHORUS:]

Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I was a diesel locomotive
I'd come whistlin' down your track
Crashin' in your door
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I didn't have a heart
And you'd need a shovel for the coal
Just to get me started
Wish I was a freight train baby
Wish I was a freight train

Well every time I talk to you
And I hear your jealous lies
I feel like I've been left abandoned
On some old railway side
And every time I hear your voice
My water just gets cold
My stoker will not stoke
And my boiler will not boil

[CHORUS]

Well every time I fell behind
And I could not get ahead
I wish someone would pull the lever
And give me a little sand
And every time I slip behind
Even further back
I wish some switchman would come out of the fog
And change my track

song performed by by Kasey Chambers
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Chasing an Empty Car (episode 1)

I was a cop chasing an empty car.
Not to know what I would find in the car.
I was a man chasing my life.
Not to know what I would discover in my life.

To make a choice to be a hero,
I could chase this empty car myself.
To make a choice to be safe,
I could call for backup.

Would I sacrifice myself for my career?
Would I risk my life for better feeling at work?
I didn’t know if I would come out from it alive.
I didn’t know if I would stay on the life track.

In short time a lot of thoughts came through my mind.
In long period of my life I didn’t know I’d have a choice.
Sacrifice for innocents or runaway for sinners.
Minimizing the risk for everybody, I called for backup and kept chasing.

Sinner is always winner.
No matter what he always wins.
Stay on the track.
I recalled the paragraphs from the poem book.

All of sudden I heard some shots,
And my car was on fire.
Trying to pull the break and run out of the car.
I remember big noise and explosion.
I didn’t know if I made it.

Now I am standing in dark tunnel.
At the end of tunnel I see a light.
I was a cop chasing an empty car.
I was a man chasing a simple life.

poem by Sukhee Bukhbat
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Sonnet: Use God's Road For You

If you are in the track that God ear-marked;
Just walk, then run, but looking never back;
And never stop, becoming car that’s parked;
God guides and keeps his people in His track.

God clears the road off boulders that you trip;
He makes the path all levelled, smooth and clean;
He will not let you ever fall or slip;
And clears the road off men who are most mean.

Nothing goes wrong ev'r with God beside;
No Tempter dare succeed in tempting too;
From dangers on the route, he will you hide;
His road is safe till Heaven comes in view.

Just put your trust in God and forge ahead;
But never mind, if on the way, you're dead!

poem by John Celes
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Get Me Back

Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
Playing dead end games
And strayed.
And so...
I figured that,
I need to get back on that track!
Wishing's not enough...
I have stopped my bluff and cussin'!

Abandoned is a self defeat,
That creeped!
It didn't feed me what I needed!
You helped me once get on my feet,
After sleepin'.
Much more of me I know...
Is yet complete!

I haven't done my best.
I have messed up in digressions!

Get me back,
On that right track
Baby.
I kept myself delayed,
Playing dead end games
And strayed.
I need to get back on that track!
With less rest to pave my way!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When i lost my track

when lights are not guiding
and the words unspoken and hiding
feeling stuck no forwards no back
that's when i lost my track

when meanings are not felt
and feelings not spelled
and spellings stay on rack
that's when i lost my track

when attraction is gone
can't find the caring one
and emotions are stacked
that's when i lost my track

when actions are fixative
feeling so much negative
and no one seem ready to hack
that's when i lost my track

when colors turn to black
can't find my way back
lonely heart with a little crack
that's when i lost my track

poem by Kareem Hany
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Twenty Five To Midnight

Train I ride don't be slow
If your whistle can blow
Fifteen miles down the track
Tell them I'm coming back
Counting poles counting sheep
Don't be slow I won't weep
If your wheels on the line
Were to put me on time
Just a year to the day
Since I went upon my way
To seek my fortune and fame
Be a star change my name
And that's it more or less
Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight and fifteen miles of track
Band I had got a break
Just one chance we had to take
Told my girl I'd be back
Left her with my friend Jack
New York City for a spell
Things didn't turn out so well
Every dive that we played
We were lucky we got paid
Mr Train driver please
If your speed you increase
Every cent I have now
Will be yours this I vow
And that's it more or less
Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight and fifteen miles of track
We called ourselves the Latino Lovers
Hawaiian shirts and top forty covers
I didn't think I could sink this low
When drugs and booze ate all my dough
This isn't how it was meant to be
There's no such thing as a meal that's free
If I was ever to get out alive
I have to get home on time
Train I ride don't be slow
If your whistle can blow
Fifteen miles down the track
Tell them I'm coming back
And that's it more or less
Til this midnight express
I know I can't be late
Cause she said she won't wait
She'll just go marry Jack
So there's no turning back
And it's 25 to midnight and fifteen miles of track
And it's 25 to midnight and fifteen miles of track

song performed by by Sting
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Right Track Wrong Train

The train was leaving at 10 after 10
I got to the station just in time to check in
Ive been bumpin my bags all around
Im trying hard to never knock people down
But I can see I left a few on the ground
And as the train pulls away I can hear the conductor say
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Im not to blame (echo)
Right track wrong train... train
I read my schedule but my train wasnt there
I re-read my ticket, it said going nowhere
Everybody had the same tatooed face
All the women and men dressed in lace
I think I gotta get out of this place
I shouldve got off before the engineer locked the door
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Im not to blame (echo)
Right track wrong train, train train train hey !
Hey thats a neat tatoo youre wearing. by the way whered you get it ?
Uh huh. say, is this an express train ? uh huh.
Snack bar ? uh huh. uh huh.
Something is happening so familiar to me
Is this the outer limits like on tv ?
Another empty town fading to gray
Another coca-cola sign on the way
Have a cup of coffee, have a nice day
And as the train pushes on,
Were headed for babylon
Oh no...
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Right track wrong train (echoes)
Right track wrong train...
On the wrong train on the right track
We dont know if shell ever come back
(talking) what train is this ?
Something is happening so familiar to me
Is this the outer limits like on tv ?
Have a cup of coffee, have a nice day (talking)
Yeah, yeah Ill be right there yeah. Im gonna get the next train yeah.

song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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The farmer and his wife (Sestina)

A girl was lying down flat on her back
with a straw hat at eye height over hair,
she was sun-struck, curling and fair
with a rain cloud ominous and black
drifting in a blue sky and a small track
meandering past and it needed some repair.

Some of your makeup is in need of repair,
there’s a guitar bag slung over your back
where you walk pass the girl at the dirt track
with the strong wind frizzling through your hair
and the sky is already turning black
but the evening up to now is fair.

Slowly you walk past the local fair
with some of the stalls needing repair,
the guitar you are carrying is black
and you walk straight on, do not look back
at the whistles of some men with long hair
while home you take a narrow long track.

Watching our horses on the racetrack
you are really sexy and very fair,
our horses do parade with shining hair
you notice that the stands need some repair
and I am standing somewhat at your back
while you are dressed prettily in black.

The highway is like a ribbon that is black
where it meets the old overgrown farm track,
there are huge blue-gum trees some way back
and you agree that the price of the Lucerne is fair
where some cows graze at the pen, needing repair,
swishing with tails to drive flies from their hair.

I pull my fingers slowly through my hair
and there are streaks of grey in the black,
but the cattle are only doing fair
while my love is coming with the field’s track
that must constantly be kept in repair
and I hear her singing over my back.

There were torn out hair a long time back,
when I met my darling and she was fair,
at a fight at a track, I was in need of repair.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Till The Right Man Comes Along

Its time to face the music
Tonight I came to use it
You never know
Who youre gonna meet in here
I thought Id never find it
The dark and handsome kind
I used to dream of
And now youre standing there
Though youre looking good to me
It doesnt mean that you can do as you please
No no no no
Chorus
Oh baby youre the best thing in my life
But a one track mind is what you got
Oh baby youre the best bet here tonight
And a one track mind is worth a lot
Ive got no good reason to believe well last for long
But thats good enough for me till the right man comes along
Ive waited for a lover
The kind wholl stay forever
You look to me
Like the sort of man I need
Its not the best scenario
But now Ive found you Im letting you go
Chorus
Oh baby youre the best thing in my life
But a one track mind is what you got
Oh baby youre the best bet here tonight
And a one track mind is worth a lot
For the perfect guy maybe I should be holding on
And with you I could till the right man
Till the right man comes along

song performed by by Tina Turner
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One Track Heart

(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Just like an old grandfathers clock that wont stop running
Like an old racehorse that just wont ever quit
Therell be no end to loving you
Nothing can stop me once I start
cos Im a one track mind and a one track heart
Well Im as stubborn as a mule I just wont let up
Like an old bloodhound ill hang around your trail
Therell be no end to loving you
Dont try to stop me if youre smart
cos Im a one track mind and a one track heart
Oooo- eeeee therell be no turning back
Oooo- eeeee Im gonna stay on your track
Just like a choo-choo train thats gotta keep a-chugging
Youll find that Im the kind who sticks to what I do
Therell be no end to loving you, baby well never be apart
cos Im a one track mind and a one track heart
Oooo- eeeee therell be no turning back
Oooo- eeeee Im gonna stay on your track
Just like a choo-choo train thats gotta keep a-chugging
Youll find that Im the kind who sticks to what I do
Therell be no end to loving you, baby well never be apart
cos Im a one track mind and a one track heart

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Walkways Along The Roads

The pedestrians use the walkways
on either side of the road.
There are no jay walkers in Melbourne.
The young and old as well as the children
are aware of pelican crossing
and have no tension while walking across the road.
They walk their dogs too every day.
For those who walk on air, this city is safe.
‘Give Way' is the policy of all who drive vehicles.
Accidents galore on the roads in India.
Sugar-patients who leave the home before the dawn
won't come back home safe in India.
Rules of the road are wantonly broken.

The children take their grand dads and mums for a walk.
This is not ‘cat walk' or ‘space walk'
requiring special costumes. Benefits of walk speak.
They walk with verve to be virile.
They greet each other saying ‘hello' with a nice smile.
If a girl said, ‘hello' to a boy in India,
he would be chasing her like a hunting dog.
Senior-citizens go out to walk off an illness.
The walkies and the walkers make their physique stronger
by regular walk to live long with pleasure.

poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Stalker

She looked demure as she came on board
And sat in a corner seat,
And Paul looked up from his paper as
She crossed her legs in the heat,
The blouse she wore had a bunch of lace,
Her skirt rose over the knee,
And a length of thigh had caught his eye
As the train had gathered speed.

‘Some girls were there for the taking, '
Paul had thought, and he shook his head,
They weren't alive to the dangers that
Their wiser mothers would dread,
So many girls were assaulted
On the track that led to the train,
They needed a good Samaritan;
Outside, it started to rain.

A man came into the carriage
Sat across on the other aisle,
He tried to catch her attention with
Some twisted sort of a smile,
He made a pointed remark, at which
She scowled, but made no reply,
But Paul sat watching and listening
To the man with the evil eye.

The girl stood up as the train pulled in
To the village of Little Cross,
And the man got ready to leave the train
But waited, ‘til she'd got off,
So Paul jumped up on a whim, and thought
To follow, and keep her safe,
He'd keep his eye on this other guy
Be there for her, just in case.

The track led over some common land
Then wandered into a wood,
The girl ploughed on, didn't look back
Though Paul had thought that she should,
The man took off on a side track then
And soon was lost to his view,
Where the ground was covered with thickets
Sparkling still with the morning dew.

The girl had vanished ahead of him
Round a bend in the beaten track,
Paul was hurrying after her
When he heard a sound at his back,
He turned and he saw the girl approach
And knew that he was in strife,
For glittering in her hand he saw
The long curved blade of a knife.

She stabbed him once, she stabbed him twice
She stabbed him a dozen times,
She snarled, ‘Is this what you wanted, No?
Well isn't that a surprise! '
He toppled back as she scythed at him
And tried to catch at his breath,
The words, ‘I thought to protect you, '
Left unsaid, in the throes of death.

They took his wallet, they took his ring
As his blue eyes glazed at the sky,
‘He thought that I was the stalker, ' grinned
The man with the evil eye,
She turned to him an excited smile
And murmured, ‘Gee, that was fun!
Let's take the train to the Junction, Joe,
And get us another one! '

17 November 2012

poem by David Lewis Paget
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This Is Your Land

This is your land
Its the way it was planned
Sky to the sea, something to see
Old ancient town, to the old people ground
I wanna know, something to go
This is your land, laid out in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Oh churches and steeples, big city people
I wanna know something to hold
Walk down the track, to the old railroad track
I wanna leave something to see
This is your land, laid out in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Money cant buy me
Money cant buy me
Ive got time
Time is on my side
You dont know what youve got till the whole things gone
The days are dark and the road is long
And when you walk away, the hope is gone
Tell me what is right, and what is wrong
Is this the way it was planned
This is your land, take it in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land, take it in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Words and music : simple minds reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil

They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.

We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.

Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.

Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.

We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.

The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.

We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.

When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.

Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..

Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.

23-Jan-09

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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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