The Last Supper
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
And the mouth so mocking gay,
A wanton you to the finger-tips,
Who break men's hearts in play;
A thing of dust I have striven for,
Honour and manhood given for,
Headlong to ruin driven for,
And this is the last, you say. . . .
Drinking your wine with dainty sips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
ong have you held your sway;
I have laughed at your merry quips -
Now is my time to pay.
What we sow we must reap again;
When we laugh we must weep again;
So to-night we will sleep again,
Nor wake until Judgement Day. . . .
'Tis a poisoned wine that your palate lips,
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips.
Marie Vaux of the Painted Lips,
Down on your knees and pray;
Pray your last ere the moment slips,
Pray ere the dark and the terror grips,
And the bright world fades away.
Pray for the peace and the rest of us:
Here comes the Shape in quest of us,
Now we must go away. . . .
You and I in the grave's eclipse,
Marie Vaux of the painted Lips.
poem by Robert William Service
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Goodbye Marie
I woke up this mornin'
All cotton mouthed from drinkin'
Wonderin' how I'd make it through the day-ay
Wild eyed and crazy
All burned out from thinkin'
Wonderin' how the hell I's gonna say
Goodbye Marie, oh goodbye Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Wakin' up beside you
On a Tijuana mornin'
With that ocean breeze to keep us cool
Three weeks of lovin'
Twenty-one nights of heaven
I stayed just long enough to be your fool
Oh goodbye Marie, oh goodbye Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Por favor, pour me
One more tequila
I need all the courage I can fi-ind
This time tomorrow
I'll be back in Houston
Thinkin' about the girl I left behi-ind
So goodbye Marie, oh good Marie-ie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie and I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie
Goodbye Marie, oh good Marie
Out the window there's a lonesome highway callin' me
It was fun Marie, but I got to ru-un Marie
If I can not keep your love
At least I'll have your memory
Goodbye Marie [fade]
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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Sweet Marie
Sweet marie you mean a lot to me
In my memory I hold you very dearly
Once in all my dreams, my plans, hopes and future schemes
There was sweet marie
But my home is where my heart is
And my heart is not at home
Whenever we are parted
I feel so all alone
With twilight falling
The moon is calling sweet marie
What the sea tells only sea shells
Are whispering sweet marie
Into the darkness goes this message sweet marie
Some lovers are sometimes parted
They must end what they have started
All thats left is the broken hearted, I must depart my sweet marie
Somewhere out in arizona
Such a long way from california
I felt so alone there
I was two thousand miles away from home there
Tonight were going to play boston
I still dont know what the hell is going on
Oh but I wrote this song
To keep me thinking on about my sweet marie
Sweet marie you mean a lot to me
This melody it keeps haunting me
My sweet marie
In harmony, its will me constantly, sweet marie
But my home is where my heart is
My heart its not at home
Now that we are parted
I feel so all alone
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Grumpy Grandpa
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
As if they had been dipped in gore,
I'd like to set you lugging pails
And make you scrub the kitchen floor.
I'm old and crotchety of course,
And on this point my patience fails;
I'd sue my old girl for divorce
If she showed up with painted nails.
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
Like to a Jezebel are you;
Do you expect to snare the males
With talons of such bloody hue?
I could forgive your smudging lips,
Your scarlet cheek that powder veils,
But not your sanguine finger-tips . . .
Don't paw me with your painted nails.
Grand-daughter of the Painted Nails,
Were I the sire of maidens ten,
I'd curse them over hills and dales,
And hold them to the scorn of men
If they had claws of crimson dye;
Aye, though they sang like nightingales,
Unto the welkin I would cry:
"Avaunt, ye hags with Painted Nails!"
poem by Robert William Service
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Paint It
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore, I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and they are painted black
With flowers and my love both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a new born baby it just happens every day
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and its heading into black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
I wanna see it painted painted, painted black, oh baby
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not foresee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I wanna see it painted, painted black, oh
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun blotted from the sky
Painted, painted, painted black oh baby
Painted painted, painted black
song performed by by Vanessa Carlton
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Diplomacy
TELL your love where the roses blow,
And the hearts of the lilies quiver,
Not in the city's gleam and glow,
But down by a half-sunned river.
Not in the crowded ball-room's glare,
That would be fatal, Marie, Marie,
How can she answer you then and there?
So come then and stroll with me, my dear,
Down where the birds call, Marie, Marie.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Miss Marie
Miss Marie
Fishing’s gone bad
I’m so sad
I just know that
I’m gonna miss
Mrs Boudreax
I believe I will see her again
Randy was holding Marie’s hand
When her heart of gold quit pumping
Her smile was gone
With her eyes wide open
I know she must have said
“Randy, in the end
When we meet again
We shall never part”
To me
Miss Marie
Was family from the start
She’ll always be in my heart
Marie had her own flare
Like a backyard apple tree
That one she had red hair
I’ll have you know inside and out
It makes me cry
This final goodbye
Knowing someone else I love will cry
The day I tell Miss Marie hi
Never again to say goodbye
Together will laugh again
Walk in the sand
Understand
Why
How come
What for
Every question will have an answer
Even an answer to fix
Or better yet prevent the cancer
I’ll plant an apple tree
For my friend Miss Marie
For the entire world to see
God bless and Godspeed
Miss Marie
Honestly I am so sad
Today the fishing’s gone bad
By E Marie Aldrich-Creasy
And Barry Shaneyfelt
poem by E.Marie AldrichCreasy
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Let me kiss you
My lips are keen to
Meet your lipstick painted lips
Please let me kiss you
poem by Asif Andalib
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Sex taboo is loosening
You painted your forehead, then eyelids,
Then palms and soles, and then nails and Lips.
Tired of all, with an eye for innovation,
You started exposing your belly
With navel therein painted.
Men are able to browse you wider than
Those who lived before.
What about men to come in future?
31.12.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Speedy Marie
Had a bit part
An endless reel
It always played in slo-mo
But now its fast
A spinning wheel
I know the dynamo
My heart
Is cast
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Oh, yes indeed
I said to me
And so I sing this romaunt
Its not enough
My liberty
There is a thing I want
I need
I love
Speedy marie
Ahead of the now
Shes better built thats how
Shes built for speed
Speedy marie
Speedy marie
Juxtaposed in each moments sight
Everything that I ever saw
And my one delight
Nothing can strike me in such awe
Mouth intricate shapes the voice that speaks
Always it will soothe
Rarer none are the precious cheeks
Is the size of each sculpted tooth
Each lip and each eye
Wise is the tongue, wet of perfect thought
And softest neck where always do i
Lay my clumsy thoughts
She is that most lovely art
Happy are my mind and my soul and my heart
song performed by by Frank Black
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Be sure that you speak with unfeigned lips.
quote by Marie de France
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Nobodys Child
Painted lady, stop that closin in on me,
Painted lady, youre supposed to be a dream,
Painted lady, you better stay away from me.
Painted lady, why you loosinin my tie,
Painted lady, whats that twinkle in your eye,
Painted lady, you better stay away from me.
Painted lady, with your jewels and your beads,
Painted lady, dont you do these dirty deeds,
Painted lady, you better stay here with me.
Nobodys child til I saw the light of your smile.
Painted lady, nobodys child, you have set me free.
Nobodys child, you came in and stayed for a while.
Painted lady, nobodys child, you have set me free.
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Sweetest Sin
Can you imagine us,
Making love..
The way you would feel the first time that we touched,
Can you think of it..
The way I dream of it,
I want you to see like im seeing you..
It's a picture of perfection,
The vision of you and me..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
All night I lie awake,
Cause it's to much to take..
Dreamin' about the love that we could make..All day,
I think of scenes..
To get you next to me,
I want you so bad that I can barely breathe..
It's a sign of my obsession,
That I can't stop thinkin bout'
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That would be the Sweetest Sin..
It would feel so good,
To be so bad..
You don't know how bad.. I want that,
I would do anything to feel your love..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you just picture this..
Your finger tips on my finger tips,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
That Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips,
Can you invision this..
Temptation that I could never resist,
Your skin upon my skin..
Would be the Sweetest Sin,
Would be the Sweetest Sin..
Your lips upon my lips.. would be the Sweetest Sin
song performed by by Jessica Simpson
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The Kiss
Lips' language to lips' ears.
Two drinking each other's heart, it seems.
Two roving loves who have left home,
pilgrims to the confluence of lips.
Two waves rise by the law of love
to break and die on two sets of lips.
Two wild desires craving each other
meet at last at the body's limits.
Love's writing a song in dainty letters,
layers of kiss-calligraphy on lips.
Plucking flowers from two sets of lips
perhaps to thread them into a chain later.
This sweet union of lips
is the red marriage-bed of a pair of smiles.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Soul Singing
These lips parted at first look at you
painted red and awestruck
they felt the hot breeze of my lungs exhaling.
These lips murmured incoherently
sunk by small talk
halting quiverings and my feverish brain
frying;
their first butterfly brush with that mouth of yours
an electric spark surging across the bridge and gap between us;
too close for retreat not yet touched.
My mouth opens shyly
lips searing
the two now shocked by the moistness of it
the warmth
the urgency
the need
the fire and desire
the full body grappling
the inside dam bursting
releasing
on-rushing from my body to yours
both now
singing the sensual music
souls sing
when two lips
find their perfect match.
I feel weak.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Can't Kiss You
I can't kiss you as one drop
my lips are a boat that loves to wave your ocean
I can't kiss you as one match
my lips are the matchbox that lights your lips' fire
I can't kiss you as one moment
my lips are the clock that loses its hours
I can't kiss you as one lips' graze
my lips like to write long carmine stories
I can't kiss you right now
my lips need a romantic cosiness
I wouldn't like just to kiss you
my lips would like to pad into your lips' flower
(eternity)
poem by Ata Augustyn
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Pray For Me
I painted somebody
I painted some more
I paited a house and I opened the door
I made her come inside
I made her feel warm
I mended her heartache
The one that she tore
Pray for me
I wrapped her in softness
Made her a fire
I gave her the one who fulfilled her desire
I laid off the doctor
Allowed her to see
She doesn't need him now
She's living with me
Pray for me
song performed by by Queen Adreena
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marie Devereaux
There once was a girl named Marie Devereaux
Who was born in a small village near Bordeaux
Marie’s Papa was master-maker of fine wine
He made nectar from “The fruit of the vine”
Marie dreamed of one day going to Paris
To dance the “cancan” in some fine cabaret
She’d take her best friend Margeaux with her
Altho Papa longed for Marie to learn ballet
At only 16 Marie looked more like twenty
A dark haired beauty with beautiful legs
She ran across town to fetch Margeaux
Nearly tripped on one of Papa’s wine kegs
Margeaux bowed out at the last minute
“I can’t leave my widowed Mom Alone
I’m the oldest of 9 children Marie
They’d starve if I were to leave home”
Marie ran home, packed and set out
Before “cold feet” changed her mind
Behind Marie someone called out
“Don’t leave Marie” Papa whined
Marie stepped off the train at Lyon station
Overwhelmed by the crowd and loud noise
Marie held her worn suitcase close
When approached by 3 tough looking boys
“Please tell me how to get to Les Folies Bergere”
Marie inquired with a half-hearted smile
One of the boys answered “Too far to walk”
“Go by taxi, because it’s more than 3 miles”
Marie hailed a cab and said “Les Folies Bergere”
The cabbie smiled n’ thought “Another dreamer”
He’d taxied many a Dewey-eyed girl there before
He didn’t care, as it was not his to dissuade her
The cab pulled up to Les Folies Bergere
Marie paid cabbie the fare
But to her despair…
A sign on the door read “Closed for repair”
In but a moment Marie’s dream was shattered
With eyes full of tears she started to cry
A dancing career was all that had mattered
A nearby voice said “Here Mademoiselle, dry your eyes”
A handsome young man offered a white handkerchief
Marie dried crocodile tears and dabbed her red nose
Saw that this well dressed man was no beggar or thief
He offered his arm, with a bit of a wobble Marie arose
There on the sidewalk they stood face to face
It was “Love at first sight” to be sure
In “Gay Paree”…romance knows not disgrace
Again “The city of lights” young lovers did lure
Marie learned there’s no shame to aspire
That it’s alright to court outrageous notions
That it’s not wrong to give in to desire
Or to swim in fanciful oceans
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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You Are No Angel
One day i will kiss your sweet lips once again,
For your love is waiting and it needs someone;
But you painted me black and left me on the tide.
You've parted me like the devil but,
You are no angel at all! !
For i've heard much about your new status and,
One day i will kiss your sweet lips once again.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Paint It Black
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
I see a line of cars and theyre all painted black
With flowers and my love, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a newborn baby it just happens evryday
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see my red door and it has been painted black
Maybe then Ill fade away and not have to face the facts
Its not easy facing up when your whole world is black
No more will my green sea go turn a deeper blue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough into the setting sun
My love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I see a red door and I want it painted black
No colors anymore I want them to turn black
I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes
I have to turn my head until my darkness goes
Hmm, hmm, hmm...
I wanna see it painted black, painted black
Black as night, black as coal
I wanna see the sun, blotted out from the sky
I wanna see it painted, painted, painted, painted black
Yeah
song performed by by Face To Face
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You Painted the Tree I'm Looking For
Your eyes are love
Their holding on to me
I need a big paper so
I can paint them alive
You painted the tree I’m looking for…
Every night I go to sleep
I want to taste your smile
So that my blood starts to boil
I fall asleep in warm dreams
You painted the tree I’m looking for…
I’m stuck here in prison
It’s really really cold
But your voice embraces me
Keeps me from my illness
You painted the tree I’m looking for…
…You painted the tree I need for living
poem by Ilme SonCries
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