Finnigan's Finish
They thought I'd be a champion;
They boasted loud of me.
A dozen victories I'd won,
The Press was proud of me.
I saw myself with glory crowned,
And would, beyond a doubt,
Till last night in the second round
A Dago knocked me out.
It must have been an accident;
I cannot understand.
For I was so damn confident
I'd lick him with one hand.
I bounded in the ring to cheers;
I panted for the fray:
Ten minutes more with hoots and jeers
They bore me limp away.
I will not have the nerve to face
The sporting mob today;
The doll I fell for--my disgrace
Will feel and fade away.
Last night upon the brink of fame
No favour did I lack:
Tomorrow from the sink of shame
I'll beg my old job back.
poem by Robert William Service
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Ode for an Agricultural Celebration
Far back in the ages,
The plough with wreaths was crowned;
The hands of kings and sages
Entwined the chaplet round;
Till men of spoil disdained the toil
By which the world was nourished,
And dews of blood enriched the soil
Where green their laurels flourished:
--Now the world her fault repairs--
The guilt that stains her story;
And weeps her crimes amid the cares
That formed her earliest glory.
The proud throne shall crumble,
The diadem shall wane,
The tribes of earth shall humble
The pride of those who reign;
And War shall lay his pomp away;--
The fame that heroes cherish,
The glory earned in deadly fray
Shall fade, decay, and perish.
Honour waits, o'er all the Earth,
Through endless generations,
The art that calls her harvests forth,
And feeds the expectant nations.
poem by William Cullen Bryant
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Bacause The Night
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, and try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I a doubt, baby, when I'm alone
Love is a ring a telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed 'til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, as the sun descends
They can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now, can't hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep,
with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, oh I cannot live,
forgive the yearning burning
I believe it's time to heal to feel,
so take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Because The Night
[ springsteen/smith ]
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt, baby, when Im alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They cant hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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Sonny Liston
When Sonny Liston was World heavyweight Boxing Champion the
World was a much different place
Though before he won the title from Floyd Patterson the first man had been to outer space
I recall photos of him after he lost his title to Muhammad Ali the look of disappointment in his face
Long before he knew adulation and glory he only knew of failure and disgrace.
From the night he lost his title to Ali for him 'twas downhill to failure all of the way
No more moments of glory for the ageing Sonny Liston he was then well beyond his prime day
In the rematch with Ali he did not regain his title and he returned to his old ways of crime
Yet memories of the man known as 'The Big Bear' are destined for to live on for some time
That he did take his own life Sonny Liston just to think about to say the least seems sad
He may have had many criminal covictions but there was worse than him since he was not all bad
He was one who knew of shame and glory and he is one well worthy of recall
And though his end one might say was far from glorious death in one way or another will come to us all.
When Sonny Liston lost his title to Ali before the onset of this technological age
I recall a memorable photo of him in a newspaper a headline caption in the sporting page
The poor bloke had such a sad look about him a memory with me that still remain
Of one who knew of disgrace and glory, discrimination, insult and hardship and pain.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Fame
(Van Morrison)
Oh fame, they've taken everything and twisted it
Oh fame they say
You never could have resisted it
What's in a name
And everybody's jaded by fame
Oh fame again
The press has gone and made another mess of it
Oh just because they got
So much invested in it
But they say you're to blame it's your own fault
'Cos you got mixed up in fame
Oh no don't believe all that old Andy Warhol guff
It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for
Fame, you went beyond the boundries of sanity
And every day you defy
All the laws of gravity
You ain't got no shame
'Cos you're just addicted to fame
Oh no don't you buy none of that old Andy Warhol stuff
It takes a lot more than 10 or 15 minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for
Fame, they're already setting up your own Watergate
Oh fame, that stalker out there is just filled with hate
You'll never be the same
'Cos everyone's corrupted by fame
Oh fame, they took away all my humanity
Oh fame got to fight
Every second of the day for my dignity
It's a spectator's game
And there ain't nothing fair about fame
Oh fame, oh fame
Oh fame say it again, fame
They say you're to blame
'Cos you got mixed up in fame
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Im In Disgrace
The first time that I saw you
You were the lady of my dreams.
The very next time I had to make you mine,
And I treated you like a queen.
The third time that I saw you
You treated me with such distaste,
Now I wish Id never seen your face.
Im in disgrace,
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face,
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Theres no use blaming me
And saying I was your ruination
Because it was you equally
That got us into this situation.
It wasnt lust, it wasnt rape,
It was just a mistake
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Im in disgrace. shes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
You captured me in your embrace.
Was your love real or faked?
Or was it only infatuation?
Picture you in my place.
I wish Id acted with a little less haste.
Im in disgrace.
Im in disgrace.
Because I fell for your pretty face.
Oh what a waste. hes in disgrace.
Im in disgrace. hes in disgrace.
Now my names dirt and Im disgraced.
Im in disgrace.
song performed by by Kinks
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She Goes Down
Little miss muffet
Sweet girls school stuff and
A country smile and charm
Out in the back
Of my 58 chevy
She said shed do me no harm
You know she makes me feel good
Just like a bad girl should
(chorus)
She goes down
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
All night long
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
Sassy little lassie
Walking right past me
Down in tennessee
Always a lady
I love southern ladies
They just know how to please
Its like connecting the dots
Start at the bottom, lick it to the top
(chorus)
You know she makes me feel good
Everyday, any way
She goes down
All night long
She goes down
She goes down
Down, down, down
All of the day
All of the night
Lick those lips
Do you up right
Up and down
Round and round
Round the world
Scream it out
You know she makes me feel good
Cya out in hollywood
(solo)
Flat on my back she goes down
For backstage pass, she goes down
With all of my friends, she goes down
She gives heart attack, she goes...
(chorus)
song performed by by Motley Crue
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Mid-Night Oil
I have burned the mid-night oil
and my brain is weary.
I have burned the mid-night oil
and my eyes are teary.
Things look better in daytime.
The darkness brings on thought.
Problems become magnified
and you feel like you are caught
inside a darkened tunnel,
not able to find your way out.
If it wasn't for approaching daylight
you would live in doubt.
You'd doubt the thought inside your head
would ever go away.
You'd doubt the thought could disappear
in the light of day.
You'd doubt the thought could not return
and you'd burn the mid-night oil.
You'd doubt the thought that on the ensuing night
you'd burn the mid-night oil.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Beak-Bashing Boy
But yesterday I banked on fistic fame,
Figgerin' I'd be a champion of the Ring.
Today I've half a mind to quit the Game,
For all them rosy dreams have taken wing,
Since last night a secondary bout
I let a goddam nigger knock me out.
It must have been that T-bone steak I ate;
They might have doped it, them smart gambling guys,
For round my heart I felt a heavy weight,
A stab of pain that should have put me wise.
But oh the cheering of the fans was sweet,
And never once I reckoned on defeat.
I had the nigger licked - twice he went down,
And there was just another round to go.
I played with him, I made him look a clown,
Yet he was game, and traded blow for blow.
And then that piston pain, the dark of doom . . .
Like meat they lugged me to my dressing-room.
So that's the pay-off to my bid for fame.
But yesterday my head was in the sky,
And now I slink and sag in sorry shame,
And hate to look my backers in the eye.
They think I threw the fight; I sorto' feel
The ringworms rate me for a lousy heel.
Oh sure I could go on - but gee! it's rough
To be a pork-and-beaner at the best;
To beg for bouts, yet getting not enough
To keep a decent feed inside my vest;
To go on canvas-kissing till I come
To cadge for drinks just like a Bowery bum.
Hell no! I'll slug my guts out till I die.
I'll be no bouncer in a cheap saloon.
I'll give them swatatorium scribes the lie,
I'll make a come-back, aye and pretty soon.
I'll show them tinhorn sports; I'll train and train,
I'll hear them cheer - oh Christ! the pain, the PAIN . . .
Stable-Boss:
"Poor punk! you're sunk - you'll never scrap again."
poem by Robert William Service
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Tonight's The Night
Tonight’s the night,
I said in my head,
I don’t care anymore,
I wish I was dead.
Tonight’s the night,
I thought deep inside,
I haven’t the energy,
To keep trying to hide.
Tonight’s the night,
I said out loud,
So I took the pills;
Not feeling proud.
Tonight’s the night,
I thought for sure,
This pain won’t end,
There is no cure.
Tonight’s the night,
Or so I thought,
I hadn’t taken enough pills;
I was soon taught.
Tonight’s not the night,
I thought as I was sick,
I’ve achieved nothing,
I feel like a prick.
Tonight’s not the night,
I told my friend,
I can’t stand this nightmare,
Will it ever end?
Tonight’s not the night,
My friend said to me,
He’s over the moon,
But I just want to be free.
poem by Gemma Nolan
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Frame
Whoa-oh, fame
They're takin' ev'rything an' twistin' it
Whoa-oh, 'fame' they're sayin'
Yeah, I never could have resisted it
What's in a name
And ev'rybody's jadded by fame
Whoa, fame again
The press has gone an' made another mess of it
Ho-oh, just because they've got so much invested in it
But they say you're to blame, it's your own fault
'Cause you've got mixed up in fame
Whoa, no don't believe all that
Old Andy Warhol guff!
It takes a lot more than ten or fiften minutes
That's just not enough
To qualifiy you for fame
Ya went beyond the boundaries of sanity
And ev'ryday you defy all the laws of gravity
Ya ain't got no shame
'Cause you're just addicted to fame
Alright
(Instrumental and guitar)
Whoa no, don't ya buy
None of that old Andy Warhol stuff-a
It takes a lot more than ten or fifteen minutes
That's just not enough
To qualify you for fame
They're already settin' up your own Watergate
Whoa-oh, fame
That stalker out there is just filled with hate
You'll never be the same
'Cause ev'rybody's corrupted by fame
Whoa-oh-oh-oh, fame
You took away all my humanity
Oh-oh, fame
Got to fight ev'ry second of the day for my dignity
You're suspectator's game
And there ain't nothin' fair about fame
Do it again
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Say it again
Whoa-oh
(Fame)
Say it again
Fame
(Fame)
They say you're to blame
'Cause you got mixed up in fame.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Hey Now
I hitched a ride with my soul
By the side of the road
Just as the sky turned black
I took a walk with my fame
Down memory lane
I never did find my way back
You know that I gotta say time's slipping away
And what will it hold for me
What am I gonna do while I'm looking at you
You're standing ignoring me
I thought that I heard someone say now
There's no time for running away now
Hey now! Hey now!
Feel no shame - cos time's no chain
Feel no shame
The first thing I saw
As I walked through the door
Was a sign on the wall that read
It said you might never know
That I want you to know
What is written inside of your head
And time as it stands
Won't be held in my hands
Or living inside of my skin
And as it fell from the sky
I asked myself why
Can I never let anyone in?
I thought that I heard someone say now
There's no time for running away now
Hey now! Hey now!
Feel no shame - cos time's no chain
Feel no shame
I hitched a ride with my soul
By the side of the road
Just as the sky turned black
I took a walk with my fame
Down memory lane
I never did find my way back
You know that I gotta say time's slipping away
And what will it hold for me
What am I gonna do while I'm looking at you
You're standing ignoring me
I thought that I heard someone say now
There's no time for running away now
Hey now! Hey now!
Feel no shame - cos time's no chain
Feel no shame
song performed by by Oasis from (What's The Story) Morning Glory
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Love Won't Wait
Don't lose this moment
Life tastes so sweet
We can work wonders
Just let it be
I know what you're thinking
So can you feel
What I need
Don't need to be set
I will need right now
(Love)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
Baby I'm yours
And that means right today (And that means right today)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
This is not a dream
It's right before your eyes
Don't let it fade away
You'll miss this moment
Don't be afraid
Ain't that what you wanted
So why hesitate?
Cos I'm feeling restless
I can't explain
What I need
Don't need to be set
I will need right now
(Love)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
Baby I'm yours
And that means right today (And that means right today)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
This is not a dream
It's right before your eyes
Don't let it fade away
My love won't wait
Love won't wait
Love won't wait
Don't hesitate
Oooh
What I need
Don't need to be set
I will need right now
(Love)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
Baby I'm yours
And that means right today (And that means right today)
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (My love won't wait)
This is not a dream
It's right before your eyes
Don't let it fade away
My love won't wait
If you're gonna wait till tomorrow (Don't wait till tomorrow
song performed by by Atomic Kitten from Feels So Good
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A Woman’s Sonnets: IV
Should ever the day come when this drear world
Shall read the secret which so close I hold,
Should taunts and jeers at my bowed head be hurled,
And all my love and all my shame be told,
I could not, as some doughtier women do,
Fling jests and gold and live the scandal down,
Nor, knowing all fame's bruitings to be true,
Keep a proud face and brave the talk of town.
I have no courage for such tricks and ways,
No wish to flaunt a once well--honoured name.
I have too dear a thought of earlier days,
Too deep a dread of my deserved shame.
So, when it comes, with one last suppliant cry
For pardon from my wronged ones, I must die.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Crying Shame
I cried all night just thinking of you
I wonder now what Im going to do
Since you left me for that friend of mine
Every second is just crying time
I cry cos my heart is in pain
I cry though I know its in vain
But knowing this I cry all the same
I wake at night crying out your name
You said that youd never leave
I never listened that you were a tease
People talk about me behind my back
They dont understand its the passion they lack
People go around and whisper my name
They think its a laugh because I never complain
But to my face they are always the same
They dont understand its a crying shame
You always sais that you needed me,
Exactly what for I find it hard to see
Ive sat up all night wishing you were still mine
Now I understand theres better things to do with my time
I cry cos my heart is in pain
I cry though I know its in vain
But knowing this I cry all the same
I wake at night crying out your name
I cry each night with tears in my eyes
I cant believe you are telling me lies
People go around whispering my name
Dont they know its a crying shame
I cry cos my heart is in pain
I cry though I know its in vain
But knowing this I cry all the same
I wake at night crying out your name
song performed by by Madness
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I Think I Can Beat Mike Tyson
Artist: jazzy jeff & the fresh prince
2 old men:
Hey...hey leroy...leroy
Yeah
Did you hear about that boy mike tyson?
Mike...mike tyson hes the boy
That played football from montreal aint he?
No no you old coop, he a...he a boxer man
Yeah
Let me tell ya I went to his fight a couple months ago.
I seen him hit this boy, and he hit the boy so hard
His head flew off into the eigtheenth row
(laughing)
They had to get his head out of the eighteenth row
[prince & jeff]
I was in jeffs crib one night about eight
And we were watchina couple of mike tyson fight tapes
Jeff was like...
Man, you see how hard mikes punchin?
Come on jeff the other guy was just lungin
Left, right, left, right, another k.o.
If that was me Id a been ok though
The very next day I gave russell a ring
With j.l. and omar we all called don king
I said yeah, don I got a problem
Tell em prince
yeah whats up? what you sayin? you tryin to solve em?
forget the small talk lets get to the nitty gritty
me and mike, two months, trump, atlantic city
Yo, you got this you gonna bust dude up
Yeah, you can be my trainer
Word up?
Im rough like a freight train smooth like ice
And yo jeff, straight up, I think I can mike tyson
Man, you can beat him, you can beat him
Yo man, word up
Yo I put on a couple of pounds man we can do this
You can do it
Newspaper boy, old men:
Extra, extra read all about it
Fresh prince challenges iron mike tyson to a fight
(laughing)
Ah hes crazy
Aint that the boy who knocked the guys head in the fifthteen row?
Hey leroy, you read the paper?
That boy done lost his man
[prince, barber]
There was press conference to see what training I was doing
Before then I had never heard reporters booing
Cameras flashing I was in the middle
I didnt wanna look dumb so I exagerrated a little
I said uh I been training 2o hours a day
Lifting big old cars and big bails of hay (thats what hes doin)
And I run 10,000 miles every morning
Thinkin about mike and my moment of glory
(tell em more)
I drink water 20 gallons a pop
And I can throw a volkswagon a whole half block
(he can do it too)
And 4 million sit ups...in a minute....
..i aint lying I did it
(he done it)
The general public thought I was a fool
I was gettin dissed but I guess that was cool
Well gettin dissed is never good
But I was even gettin dissed in my old nieghborhood
I was at the corner at the top of my block
There was a couple of people standing outside of the barber shop
It was larwence, my barber, and franny
He yelled out
Hey, prince, you can win!
I said really? and I stopped to chat
You could beat him man, if you hit him wit a bat
Ha ha...you gon get whipped
But can I have your shoes when he break your neck?
Everybody was laughin out loud
I thought at least my own grandma would be proud
I went to her house and snuck in to surpise her
I heard her on the phone
(a thousand bucks on tyson)
[prince, ring announcer]
Its fight day and man am I hyped
Woah I cant wait to see mike
Boy Im hyped ready to be my thing
Trump castle casino
In this corner...weighing in
At a mere 165 pounds, the lighting rodent,
The fresh prince! (booing)
And in this corner...
The heavyweight champion of the world...
Iron mike tyson (cheering)
I came out hustling sliding and grabbing
Slippin and dippin hustlin and jabbin
For a second I looked good out there
But then mike brought to reality my worst nightmare
One punch, thats all it took (oooh)
He hit me in my ribs and my insides shook
Now how can I say this and be a little discreet
Lets just say that my bowels released
I called timeout and went back to my corner
Said to my coach aint no way Im goin
The hell back out there, man you cant forget it
My bodys like a punchin bag and mike is gonna (hit it)
They tried to make me go meet my doom
But I sucker punched my coach and hauled to my dressing room
The next day the headline in the town
fresh prince breaks camp, tyson wins first round
Some fool asked why I ran away
I said a good run is better than a bad stand anyday
My career is over as far as fightin
But I dont know what made me think I can beat mike tyson
2 old men:
Hey leroy!
Yeah
Did you see the fight? did you see the fight?
The..the..the football player?
No the boxer, come on man
I was at the fight last night
I paid four hundred and seventy fo thousand dollars
For my ticket right...
Ah, you werent at no fight
I seen you around here last night
..and the boy..the boy ran out the ring
You always lying
I aint lying...
You lie to your grandkids..
..i seen it...
...you been lying ever since you was a little kid
...mike tyson punched the boy in his ribs, and his leg fell off
His leg fell off and it fell over...
...you always lying
...and it knocked the hbo camermans camera fell out his hand
I said, God damn, I couldnt beleive it leroy
You shoulda been there...you definetly shoulda been there
...i was right next to you playin checkers
song performed by by Will Smith
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Segregation
I stood beside the silken rope,
Five dollars in my hand,
And waited in my patient hope
To sit anear the Band,
And hear the famous Louie play
The best hot trumpet of today.
And then a waiter loafing near
Says in a nasty tone:
"Old coon, we don't want darkies here,
Beat it before you're thrown."
So knowin' nothin' I could do
I turned to go and--there was Lou.
I think he slapped that Dago's face;
His voice was big an' loud;
An' then he leads me from my place
Through all that tony crowd.
World-famous Louie by the hand
Took me to meet his famous Band.
"Listen, you folks," I heard him say.
"Here's Grand-papa what's come.
Savin' he teached me how to play,
I mighta been a bum.
Come on, Grand-pop, git up an' show
How you kin trumpet Ol' Black Joe."
Tremblin' I played before his Band:
You should have heard the cheers.
Them swell folks gave me such a hand
My cheeks was wet wi' tears . . .
An' now I'm off to tell the wife
The proudest night o' all ma life.
poem by Robert William Service
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So Good So Right
This one is special for all the ladies
You never know I was that type of man
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
So good so right so good so, so good so
right so good so
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
But you keep on watching the time,
Wondering what's on my mind
So you say you can't stay too long, cause
You know what I'm all a...
What I'm all about, what I'm all about
I don't have to sing and shout, what I'm
All about
You know what I'm all about
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yes it's the truth it's the fact, I'm coming
To you straight from
The back in a mastering room style
Don't be shy, don't you lie, look into my
Eye
I'll tell you why, I'll teach you about
Feeling high
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Never before have you seen this, so I say
This feeling sink within my head, oh yea,
Oh yea
Never before have you believe it, so I mean
What I say
You just got to be yourself
Feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
Yea, feel so good about something so
Right could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good so right so good so, so good so
Right so good so
So good so right so good s, so good so
Right so good so
Yes it is the strife of my life, to explain
What's in my brain
If you believe what I say, baby, baby
A check in, check in, check check, check in
Check in
Check in, check in, check in, a check in,
Check in, check into my hotel
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
A feel so good about something so right
Could it last another night
So good, so right, so good, so right, so
Good, so right
So right, I feel so good could it last
Another night
A feel so right could it last another
Night
A feel so good something so right, so
Good
Lord, I said I feel so right
A feel so good, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right, oh could it last another
Night
A feel so good oh could it last another
Night
A feel so right oh could it last another
Night
So good, o right, so good, so right, so
Good, so good, so right
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Memories Of A Child
Voices in the wind
faces in the night
nightmares of a child
living in my head
They fade and they fade
until I sleep at night
then they come back and find me
and infect my mind
But all I do is smile
because I know
those memories are dead
They can come back and haunt me
if they feel the need
I don't really give a damn
Because I'm alive
and living my life
poem by Dave Alan Walker
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Coronation Ode
O Thou enfolded in grief,
Man, with thy mantle of scorn!
Arise and warn!
Unloved prophet of ill
Who sittest clothed in thy grief,
In thy pride of unbelief,
In thy silence of love forsworn!
Speak thy word to the world;
Let it be as a sword to thy will;
Let it be as a spear that is hurled,
A banner of wrath unfurled,
A garment rent and torn.
Speak. They shall listen to thee,
A single voice at their feast.
To the last and least,
They shall hear what they loathe to hear.
In the day of their Jubilee,
Of their coronation feast,
With the wine at their insolent lips,
Though they lend no ear
And their shoutings ring
From the decks of a thousand ships
Acclaiming their new--crowned king
With a coronation cheer,
They shall hear.
Speak, in their jubilant hour,
In the midst of their might and mirth.
Be thy theme the Earth,
The ancient tale of the lands of fame,
Empires of earlier birth,
Which held the world in their lust of power
As their own for dower
And abused their trust.
Make thy theme of the wrath that came,
The smoke that rose, the devouring flame,
The day of glory, the night of shame
And the end of dust.
O thou enrobed in thy tears!
Thou hast heard the children sing,
The children that pass in the street,
The innocent ones with their chauntings proud,
The rhyme of their marching feet.
How their voices sting!
What is the word they say
In their play,
The hymn their young lips fashion?
They have marched through the crowded ways
With flags and glory and shoutings loud
While the sun has looked down ablaze,
Amazed at their joyous passion.
Each one carries a sword,
A wooden sword in his hand,
With ribbon and belt and cord,
And a gun on his shoulder glorious,
Proud each one as a lord.
``Soldiers,'' they shout. ``We are soldiers come
From a battle--field. For, hark, the drum!
From a field of fight victorious.''
``Soldiers! Soldiers! Soldiers!'' Weary am I
Of that word forlorn,
Of the king's command,
Of the children's insolent cry,
A nation's cry whom the nations scorn
For its childish pride.
Better were these unborn!
England! Where is she? Where?
Land of the fortunate free
Which hath ceased to be?
What hath she done with her fame?
The nations that envied her
Turned to her in their care,
Sought her light upon land and sea,
Called as once on her ancient name,
The name of her liberty.
But her ears were shut to their prayer;
Her place was a sepulchre,
She had ceased in her strength to be,
She was no more free.
She fell as a star from its place,
As a bird from its path in the sky,
As a spring run dry,
A fruit in its rottenness,
As a drunken woman prone on her face
While the world went by,
And she knew not her own disgrace.
O thou, who hast seen her fall,
Who hast witnessed her agony,
Who hast looked on the face of the dead!
Lift up thy voice in the night and cry
``The harvest is harvested.
As these shall have made their bed,
So let them lie!''
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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