Sonnet XVII: Why Should I Sing in Verse
Why should I sing in verse, why should I frame
These sad neglected notes for her dear sake?
Why should I offer up onto her name
The sweetest sacrifice my youth can make?
Why should I strive to make her live for ever,
That never deigns to give me joy to live?
Why should m'afflicted Muse so much endeavor,
Such honor unto cruelty to give?
If her defects have purchas'd her this fame,
What should her virtues do, her smiles, her love?
If this her worst, how should her best enflame?
What passions would her milder favors move?
Favors (I think) would sense quite overcome,
And that makes happy Lovers ever dumb.
poem by Samuel Daniel
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Don't Give Your Heart To A Rambler
(Jimmy Skinner)
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler
Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world
It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin'
So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Well I handed you a lie and now I'm sorry
You're just a little sweeter than the rest
Believe me when I say I don't want to hurt you
Or do anything to spoil your happiness
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler
Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world
It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin'
So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
If I ever get the blues, now sweet baby
Or the lure of the highway on my mind
I long to hear that whistle of the freight train
And the boxcars as they rattle down the line
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler
Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world
It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin'
So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Don't fall in love with me darlin', I'm a rambler
Though you are the sweetest sweetheart in this world
It's all for your sake dear that I'm leavin'
So, don't give your heart to a rambler, little girl
Yeah, don't you give your heart to a rambler, little girl
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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Burnt Offerings
In one last breath
You'll feel this damned old soul
You'll see the things I see
For all these years
Of pain and sacrifice
You'll know the pain I know
Of all these things
I offer unto you
Infernal wisdom waits
Now unleashed
Like the flames of hate
My sacrifice is made
Every note
And every word you hear
Comes from deep within
An angry soul
That twists and turns inside
Pondering this life
Crimson eyes
Staring through your lies
Awakes the inner rage
Take my knife
Make my sacrifice
You┬╣re my burnt offering
Spill your blood
Offer me good omen
Make the sacrifice
song performed by by Iced Earth
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TODAY's prayer
I will praise God
And praise him with all my heart
I will sing praises to God
And I will sing praises to him at the top of all my voice
I will bend before him and lay flat on the ground
I will not look at him straight in the eye
I will offer all my heart
I will offer my entire mind
I will offer all my soul
I will offer him everything
That I have
I will offer all that I am
I will make another covenant with him
I will make another set of promises
I will sign a new agreement
I will execute a new set of promises
I will close my eyes and think of him
I will join him
In his silence
In his patience with my broken promises.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Nicu
1st verse
Appendages flailing running at me, ferocious, tenaciously clawing at me.
The devious gelatin holding me fast, miraculous now you let me ooze past.
Over the wall rushing rivers of sleaze, the tip of stalactites incising my
Knees.
A slipper of sand dollar day at the shore, the next evening at home that i
Dread even more.
Chorus
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing your key.
2nd verse
Look back on those days when my life was a haze, gelatin lay on a truncated
Sleigh.
Copernicus drank from a vessel that stank, from a freemasons cranked to the
Overflow tank.
Bane of the weasel for biting is fun, jump on the turnstile and watch me go
Round.
Swim with the cactus and float with the stone, I try to convey what you strive
To condone.
Chorus
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Play it leo!
Chorus
Would you please make clear to me, Im peering out through your opacity.
Though youve rehearsed, tomorrows verse, forgive me if I dont sing in your key.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me.
Would you please make clear to me, why nothing is the first thing that I see.
And if you do, and I see you, then you will be the nothing left for me.
song performed by by Phish
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Confidence!
When you are too rigid, you can be broken,
Please don't tell that I am the reason.
When you are too viscous, you can be the grease,
Spread between two surfaces, in hinges and bolts and nuts,
To get pressed always for the sake of lubricating sacrifice,
Please don't tell me that I am the reason,
For the excruciating pain that you wanted.
When your density is one and you think it is fun,
All the dirt will dissolve in you to make you to stink,
Please don't tell me that I am the reason.
When you are the magnet, you can pull the good Iron,
Leaving all the bad to get neglected to be negligible,
Please do tell that Magnet, YOU, have the confidence.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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His Prayer To Ben Jonson
When I a verse shall make,
Know I have pray'd thee,
For old religion's sake,
Saint Ben to aid me.
Make the way smooth for me,
When I, thy Herrick,
Honouring thee, on my knee
Offer my lyric.
Candles I'll give to thee,
And a new altar,
And thou, Saint Ben, shalt be
Writ in my psalter.
poem by Robert Herrick
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The First Spring Day
I wonder if the sap is stirring yet,
If wintry birds are dreaming of a mate,
If frozen snowdrops feel as yet the sun
And crocus fires are kindling one by one:
Sing, robin, sing;
I still am sore in doubt concerning Spring.
I wonder if the springtide of this year
Will bring another Spring both lost and dear;
If heart and spirit will find out their Spring,
Or if the world alone will bud and sing:
Sing, hope, to me;
Sweet notes, my hope, soft notes for memory.
The sap will surely quicken soon or late,
The tardiest bird will twitter to a mate;
So Spring must dawn again with warmth and bloom,
Or in this world, or in the world to come:
Sing, voice of Spring,
Till I too blossom and rejoice and sing.
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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To Sing With You
To My Loving Daughter
My dear daughter, I wish to sing with you,
But distance keeps me away -
A material distance set by (fate) destiny.
I make timely regrets,
I endeavour for immediate affinity;
But to sacrifice Geographical comforts.
I transform my tears to prayers unto HIm,
And He answers me in silence:
Set sail, currents and tides might come and go,
Nothing be at your ship for it's my voyage with you.
My dear, let me stop timely regrets,
And let me wait awhile to set sail,
For my heart laden with mundane cares.
My dear, let sit in prayers,
And He shall open a way of courage,
And I shall sing with you,
And the Day is not far.
poem by MBJ Pancras
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Sing It
SING IT
This is actually strictly dialogue between Barry and his grandfather, Joe, made circa 1951 or right around that time. They were at a "Record Your Own Voice" booth, and this is approximately how the conversation went.
JOE: All right! "A Happy Birthday", come on, go ahead, sing.
BARRY: What? What?
JOE: Sing. I have the words for you, sing it. Sing it. Sing to me! "A happy birthday to you"
BARRY: N-no, I can't! I have to go to the bathroom.
JOE: All right, go ahead, Barry, sing it, sing it! Sing it! Go ahead.
BARRY: When?
JOE: I said now. Go ahead, sing it. "Happy" Go ahead, come on. Come on, sing it! Come on, go ahead.
BARRY: How?
JOE: Like this, "Happy" Come on, go ahead. All right, my dear grandson, "A Happy Birthday". Barry's gonna sing to you a nice song. Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, sing it! Come oncome on, Barry, sing it! Sing "A Happy Birthday". Barry, don't you want to sing it? Come on, Barry, sing itWell, I'm sorry, my dear grandson, Barry, don't want to sing for you. OK, what do you want to sing? Do you want to sing a rhumba? All right, sing the rhumba. Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, Barry. Come on, sing it. Come on, Barry! You gotta talk to make a record. Don't you want to make a record? Don't you want to make a record? You want to make a record, Barry? Huh? Go ahead!
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Song Of Youth
Sing, youth, the loveliest song you know!
Sing the song that seethes within your breast,
Let your joy burst forth in passion...
Don't hold back your song! Let it soar.
Sing your song, youth. I beg you sing...
Let it seize you, kiss you, inspire you to love
With youthful ardour... Let the foaming wave of feelings
Which your song arouses surge over us.
Sing your song, youth, and laugh like children!
Let the sound of your voice rise to the heavens
And echo back to us again, from the envious stars.
For we adore you, as we adore the sun.
Sing, youth! Sing your joyful song!
Laugh, youth, laugh! The world is yours.
Song of Youth
Sing, youth, the loveliest song you know!
Sing the song that seethes within your breast,
Let your joy burst forth in passion...
Don't hold back your song! Let it soar.
Sing your song, youth. I beg you sing...
Let it seize you, kiss you, inspire you to love
With youthful ardour... Let the foaming wave of feelings
Which your song arouses surge over us.
Sing your song, youth, and laugh like children!
Let the sound of your voice rise to the heavens
And echo back to us again, from the envious stars.
For we adore you, as we adore the sun.
Sing, youth! Sing your joyful song!
Laugh, youth, laugh! The world is yours.
poem by Millosh Gjergj Nikolla
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A Wedding-Song
I said: 'My heart, now let us sing a song
For a fair lady on her wedding-day;
Some solemn hymn or pretty roundelay,
That shall be with her as she goes along
To meet her joy, and for her happy feet
Shall make a pleasant music, low and sweet.'
Then said my heart: 'It is right bold of thee
To think that any song that we could sing
Would for this lady be an offering
Meet for such gladness as hers needs must be,
What time she goes to don her bridal ring,
And her own heart makes sweetest caroling.'
And so it is that with my lute unstrung,
Lady, I come to greet thy wedding-day;
But once, methinks, I heard a poet say,
The sweetest songs remain for aye unsung.
So mine, unsung, at thy dear feet I lay,
And with a 'Peace be with you!' go my way.
poem by John White Chadwick
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Shapes Of Things
(keith relf - jim mccarty - paul samwell-smith)
Verse 1:
Shapes
Of things before my eyes
Just teach me to despise
Will time make man more wise
Verse 2:
Here
Within my lonely frame
My eyes just hurt my brain
But will they seem the same
Chorus:
Come tomorrow
Will I be older
Come tomorrow
May be a soldier
Come tomorrow
Will I be bolder
Than today?
Verse 3:
Now
The trees are almost green
But will they still be seen
Where time and tide have been
Verse 4:
Fallen
Into your passing hands
Please dont destroy these lands
Dont make them desert sands
[repeat chorus]
Guitar solo:
Verse 5:
Soon
I hope that I will find
Loves deep within my mind
That wont disgrace my kind
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Don't Let Go Chorus
What's it gonna be
Cuz i can't pretend
Don't you wanna be more than friends
Hold me tight and don't let go
Don't let go
Have the right to loose control
Don't let go
Verse 1:
I often tell myself
That we could be more than just friends
I know you think that if we move to soon
It would all end
I live in misery when you're not around
And i won't be satisfied 'till we're taking those vows
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh, lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
(chorus)
Verse 2:
I often fantasize
The stars above are watching you
They know my heart and speak to yours
Like only lovers do
If i could wear your clothes
I'd pretend i was you and lose control
There'll be some lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking
Oh lovemaking, heartbreaking, soul shaking, oh yeah
(chorus)
Bridge:
Running in and out my life has got me so confused
You gotta make the sacrifice
Somebody's got to choose
We can make it if we try for the sake of you and i
Together we can make it right
(chorus until fade)
song performed by by En Vogue
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Sweetest Little Show
Well they can treat you like a brother
Yeah they can treat you like a clown
But if they treat you like a lover
Theyve got the sweetest little show in town
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
Youve been around a long time
But youre still good for a while
And if they try to criticise you
Make them smile, make them smile
And if they treat you like a brother
Well you will never let them down
But if they treat you like a lover
Theyve got the sweetest little show in town
They got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show
Sweetest little show in town
- guitar piece -
You got the sweetest little show
Sweetest little show...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Only You (Can Make My Heart Sing)
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Wasting ‘way days of the past
Wonderin’ where my life would go
So I worried ‘bout tomorrow
In a world so ready to blow
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Use to write songs for the deaf
Songs about my pain and strife
Songs of hate and of confusion
Living death while thinking it life
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Then you’re holy spirit within me
Taught me truth of today
And what your lovin’ means and why I am here
I’m to serve you with all of my heart with all of my mind through your spirit dear
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Now is the time I contend with
Writing every song for you
Praising you for all you have given
Believing in your word of truth
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you, only you
Only you, only you can make my heart sing
Only you can make my heart sing
Yes, only you can make my heart sing
poem by Will Fiala
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Give Me A Chance My Dear
Oh my dear, never too harsh, never to me
Never, never say trying hard is me
It sounds so annoying, though it’s true
I really don’t want to hear it from you
My dear, my dear, just for my sake
Be with me in this journey that I’ll take
Most true it is that I have no proof to show
But from your tongue I don’t want to know
I know I live in this poor poetry of mine
On newer proof I know I am blind
Accuse me not and I will kiss your lips
For what’s in my mind I want to speak
Your praise never can be missed
Straight in your heart no more I can hear
To me are nothing, nothing strange
Unspoken words are just cause of hate
To believe in me is a shame to you
And with your honest faith I have no clue
Who will believe my poem in time to come
Worst is you will never ever be my fan
Truly it makes my heart groan
You make me out of my comfort zone
But weigh not each word in every line
Just feel the thought and you may find
For you my dear, I do strive to prove
I swear I will be patient and cool
With all my best I saw myself to win
No to despair, which I then did feel
poem by Rose de Ramar
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I sing to you
I sing ta u the song I sing is joy
If you were gone then part of me would die
I would go on and leave part of me behind
for you and I are one in twined
I sing ta u the song I sing is faith
But the thought of you would never fade
the thought of blue sky's would turn to haze
I would prefer to help you through this maze
I sing ta u the song I sing is love
your very footsteps are notes to a song
and many loved ones sing a long
and of that chorus I belong
I curse the stone that blocks your way
The worrier rides the wind with this mission
To ask no question no answer need
Upon the path with lightning speed
I curse the changes that bind you
haven above and hell below you
I'll take you home I'll take that chance
To dance with you if the offer stands
I sing ta u the song I sing is Home
I miss it bad as hell
But if you leave this fairy tail
Then I must leave this world as well
poem by Paul Cutting
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A Ballad of Burial
If down here I chance to die,
Solemnly I beg you take
All that is left of "I"
To the Hills for old sake's sake,
Pack me very thoroughly
In the ice that used to slake
Pegs I drank when I was dry --
This observe for old sake's sake.
To the railway station hie,
There a single ticket take
For Umballa -- goods-train -- I
Shall not mind delay or shake.
I shall rest contentedly
Spite of clamor coolies make;
Thus in state and dignity
Send me up for old sake's sake.
Next the sleepy Babu wake,
Book a Kalka van "for four."
Few, I think, will care to make
Journeys with me any more
As they used to do of yore.
I shall need a "special" break --
Thing I never took before --
Get me one for old sake's sake.
After that -- arrangements make.
No hotel will take me in,
And a bullock's back would break
'Neath the teak and leaden skin
Tonga ropes are frail and thin,
Or, did I a back-seat take,
In a tonga I might spin, --
Do your best for old sake's sake.
After that -- your work is done.
Recollect a Padre must
Mourn the dear departed one --
Throw the ashes and the dust.
Don't go down at once. I trust
You will find excuse to "snake
Three days' casual on the bust."
Get your fun for old sake's sake.
I could never stand the Plains.
Think of blazing June and May
Think of those September rains
Yearly till the Judgment Day!
I should never rest in peace,
I should sweat and lie awake.
Rail me then, on my decease,
To the Hills for old sake's sake.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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I Will Take You Home To Millstreet
I will take you home to Millstreet when the may is in her bloom
And the green meads cloked with wildflowers scent of nature's sweet perfume
And the dark winged barn swallows white unders and throat rust brown
Wheel above the lush green pastures bordering Millstreet's country town.
I will take you home to Millstreet to the town by Clara hill
When the dipper sings her sweetest on green bank of babbling rill
And the male snipe late at evening with his wings make goat like sound
As above the silent rush fields he goes flying around and round
I will take you home to Millstreet when soft grass growing breezes blow
And relive again the old days with old friends I used to know
And give a call into the Bush Bar for the dance and the sing song,
I will take you home to Millstreet if with me you'll come along.
Will you come with me my darling to green valleys far away
When the birds in leafy woodlands pipe their sweetest notes of May
To the Land I still call Homeland, to the country of my youth
Ireland, North Cork and Duhallow where my manhood first took
root.
poem by Francis Duggan
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