Kings & Queens
Long ago in days untoled
Were ruled by lords of greed
Maidens fair, with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchments laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to decieve
Oh I know i
Lived this life before
Somehow I know now
Truths I must be sure
Tossin turnin, nightmares brunin
Dreams of swords in hand
Sailing ships, the viking spits
The blood of fathers land
Only to decieve
Living times of knights and mares
Raising swords for maidens fair
Sneer at death, fear only loss of pride
Living other centuries
Deja v? or what you please
Follows true to all who do or die
Screams of no reply
They died
Screams of no reply
And died
Lordy, lordy, they died
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Kings And Queens
Long ago in days I'm told
Were ruled by Lords of greed
Maidens fared with gold they dared
To bare their wombs that bleed
Kings and queens and guillotines
Taking lives denied
Starch and parchment laid the laws
When bishops took the ride
Only to deceive
Oh I know I lived this life afore
Somehow know now truths I must be sure
Tossin
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Mexico Gold
Thought I'd take a trip down to the old world
'Cause I heard a lot of things about the North American girls
I was lookin' for a lady, someone to have my baby
So I got me on a 747 Pan American plane
I sat me down next to your all American dame
Said I'm going up North, she said it's a pity
Then she told me all about the gold down in Mexico City
*Oh, she said Lordy, Lordy, watch the blue smoke flyin'
And every mornin' and evry night to get you out of your head
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.....)
Oh, man oh, Lordy, Lordy needs a natural high
When you're livin' down south and it's goin' right out of your head
(Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy, Lordy.....)
Got off the plane, went to the customs and they gave me a list
Do you carry a gun, take drugs, or are you Communist?
They said my papers were in order
I wasn't stayin' long, no sir, I'm goin' South across the border
* repeat
Took the first South bound across the Rio and down
Found a little place in the small Mexico town
Just me and my lady, now she's havin' my baby
* repeat twice
song performed by by Hollies
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~You're Dead Because Of Me~
At times it may seem
That living life is to hard,
Mybody cries and screams
And my trust has been scarred
I'm sick of living but what else can I do
Perhaps suicide?
Everything would be better if I died
But what if I died where would I go?
Would I finally see you?
After all these years,
Through all my tears,
Would I finally be with you?
I saw you going under, I saw your hand,
I saw you reach for me, but I didnt understand
I didnt understand, but now I do,
You were reaching for me,
To help you onto safety,
At the time i didn't see,
And now you're gone, because I didn't help you,
You're dead because of what I didn't do
It's because of me,
That you died,
Because of me that you commited suicide,
ALL MY FAULT! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Cara Green
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No Reply
This happened once before,
When i came to your door,
No reply.
They said it wasn't you,
But i saw you peep through your window,
I saw the light, i saw the light,
I know that you saw me,
'cause i looked up to your face.
I tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie,
'cause i know where you've been,
I saw you walk in your door,
I nearly died, i nearly died,
'cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.
If i were you'd realize that i
Love you more than any other guy,
And i'll forgive the lies that i
Heard before when you gave me no reply.
I've tried to telephone,
They said you were not home,
That's a lie,
'cause i know where you've been,
I saw you walk in your door,
I nearly died, i nearly died,
'cause you walked hand in hand
With another man in my place.
No reply, no reply.
song performed by by Beatles
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Bunker Hill
She
She
She
Lock the bus undo the chain
Getting all to hot, gotta head on 5th and main
I look like you I feel the same
You don't even know my name
I got this tied up to my cell
Well everybody's gone to the everybody shell
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you, I said lordy lordy
I don't like blood into the chain
A dirty sun will burn away
Do you even want to stay
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you, I said lordy lordy
Where'd ya get that bruise, do you want me to,
take your body
I must still, taking your bod away
Are you coming through, do you want me to, take your body
It would be so cool, to be cool with you. I said lordy lordy
Where'd ya get that bruise, do you want me to,
take your body
I must still, taking your bod away
song performed by by Red Hot Chili Peppers
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The Dead whno Died for Ireland
The dead who died for Ireland!
Oh, these are living words
To nerve the hearts of patriots —
to steel avenging swords —
They thrill the soul when spoken,
and lowly bend the head
With reverence for the memories
of all our martyred dead.
The dead who died for Ireland —
the noble ones — the best,
Who gave their lives for Motherland,
Who poured upon her breast,
In Freedom's cause, the blood she gave —
Who with their dying breath,
Sent prayers to God to heal her woes —
then sealed their love in death.
The dead who died for Ireland,
How hallowed are their graves!
With all the memories fresh and green,
Oh! how could we be slaves?
How could we patient clang the chain?
How could we fawn and bow?
How could we crouch like mongrels
'neath the keeper's frowning brow?
Be proud, ye men of Ireland!
Be proud of those who died;
Never men o'er all the earth
Had greater cause for pride —
Hope and strive, and league for freedom,
And again the souls will rise
Of the dead who died for Ireland
To cheer you to the prize.
poem by John Boyle O'Reilly
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The Man Died
The man died and died and died
And finally the man died!
People killed the man severally
Before the man finally died
The mans family labelled
The man dead.
The community labelled
The man dead
.
And above all the man saw in Himself a living ghost
And had since decayed and rotted inside
That not even the warmt
Of a living blood
Could've been enough
To bring the man back
To life again.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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Coddingtown
Went down to coddingtown to buy for lucky dog.
Moved on up to sono-co to clear my head of smog.
People round town they all line up to buy them chevrolets.
But me I talked to the mopar man, been talkin now for days.
I went down to coddingtown, it seemed the thing to do.
You can get it all down there, from tennis balls to glue.
Standin up in the old smoke shop, met a girl named honey pie.
If you shamble long enough, you wanna go, you gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.
I went down to coddingtown and met old santy claus
Beanie boy got a hold of that beard, nearly yanked it from his jaws
I stepped on up to the pizza man and gobbled down some filth.
I shambled round now too damn long I wanna go, I gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.
song performed by by Primus
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Lordy
Hey,
Lady, she got painted eyes
Have a way of talking to you
Cut your heart out for the prize
While the bitch sings hallelujah
Lordy,
Well I'm made of blood and bone
Na na na na na na na na na na
Surely, you know
I bleed when I get stoned
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na
Look at the way I made my bed
Rocks and knots and I'm half crazy
Get to dream 'bout bein' dead
But I ain't been that lucky lately
Lordy,
Well I'm made of blood and bone
Na na na na na na na na na na
Surely you know
I bleed when I get stoned
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na....
Lordy,
Well I'm made of blood and bone
Na na na na na na na na na na
Surely you know
I bleed when I get stoned
Na na na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na....
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Tossin & Turnin
I couldnt sleep at all last night
Just a-thinkin bout you
Baby, things werent right
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
I kicked the blankets on the floor
Turned my pillow upside down
I never felt this way before
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Jumped out of bed, turned on the lights
Pulled down the shade, went to the kitchen for a bite
Rolled up the shade, turned down the lights
I jumped back in the bed, was the middle of the night
The clock downstairs was strikin three
Couldnt get you off my mind
I heard the milkman on the street
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Jumped out of bed, turned on the lights
Pulled down the shade, went to the kitchen for a bite
Rolled up the shade, turned down the lights
Jumped back in the bed, was the middle of the night
The clock downstairs was strikin three
Couldnt get you off my mind
I heard the milkman on the street
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (turnin and tossin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin), oh
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
(tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
(tossin and turnin)
song performed by by Kiss
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When Bessie Died
If from your own the dimpled hands had slipped,
And ne'er would nestle in your palm again;
If the white feet into the grave had tripped--'
When Bessie died--
We braided the brown hair, and tied
It just as her own little hands
Had fastened back the silken strands
A thousand times-- the crimson bit
Of ribbon woven into it
That she had worn with childish pride--
Smoothed down the dainty bow-- and cried
When Bessie died.
When Bessie died--
We drew the nursery blinds aside,
And as the morning in the room
Burst like a primrose into bloom,
Her pet canary's cage we hung
Where she might hear him when he sung--
And yet not any note he tried,
Though she lay listening folded-eyed.
When Bessie died--
We writhed in prayer unsatisfied:
We begged of God, and He did smile
In silence on us all the while;
And we did see Him, through our tears,
Enfolding that fair form of hers,
She laughing back against His love
The kisses had nothing of--
And death to us He still denied,
When Bessie died--
When Bessie died.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Up On The Hill
Bop-shoo-wanne-wanne
Up on the hill, down by the river
By the ocean, across the field
By the word of the boognish
I said, "lordy lordy lord, i'm comin' home"
(lordy lordy lord, i'm comin' home)
When i was younger my momma told me
She said "gener, i wanna smell it."
And then she smelled it and it was smelly
And she said, "lordy lordy lord, i'm comin' home"
(lordy lordy lord, i'm comin' home)
In a dream said he was comin'
Boognish was risin' up from the mist
He held the scepter of wealth and power
And said, "by god, i've come to take you home."
(by god, i've come to take you home)
song performed by by Ween
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How many times has God died for me?
HOW MANY TIMES HAS GOD DIED FOR ME?
How many times has God died for me?
Yes, he’s died
And time and time again
As I’ve written in my book
How many times has God died for me?
How many times has God died for me?
A useful if cryptic phrase
Nietzsche coined in the 19th century
“When Zarathustra was alone, however,
he said to his heart:
'Could it be possible!
This old saint in the forest
hath not yet heard of it,
that God is dead! '
How many times has God died for me?
Each time I’ve had a paradigm shift
In my theological perspective
The God I had died and was replaced
Not by no God but a new God
How many times has God died for me?
A new God but still my God
The product of my heart and my head
A bit less Trinitarian
A bit closer to my own self
How many times has God died for me?
Now he’s not up there nor out there
But in there, a personal creation
Adaptable and changing with circumstances
According to my living, according to my reading.
How many times has God died for me?
I have no room for a God who is exclusive
I have no room for a God who is dogmatic
I have no room for a God, who is sexist,
Racist, anti-gay and British.
How many times has God died for me?
Yes God, my God, needed to die
And be reborn, reinvented
In a more user-friendly package.
So to make God more like me is to make God more PC!
How many times has God died for me?
Till God has become indistinguishable from me
God close to me, God in me
An undying God-sense
A God made to fit every circumstance
A God made to fit every mood
That God will never die for me
Even when I die I pray he will accompany me
The undying God
Who never died on Calvary
Who never died with Nietzsche.
©2009
James Hart
poem by James Hart
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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The Day I Died
The air was close, but it would not rain
The day I died.
And smog enshrouded Gotham town
The day I died..
I should have stayed in Oceanside
The day I died.
Instead of a hellish subway ride
The day I died.
It started with a stabbing pain
The day I died.
Then waves of nausea deep inside
The day I died.
I fell to earth, I could not breathe
The day I died.
Co workers rushing to my side
The day I died.
Sirens scream on distant streets
The day I died.
bringing hosts of E.M.T.’s
The day I died..
Too late for me, this proud heart fails
The day I died.
I thought” This is the last of Earth”
The day I died.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Custers Blues
Well you look just like general custer
On the day of his last stand
Heading up into the black hills
Glorious and grand
I saw it by your side
A map in your hand
Heading up into the rain
Singing this land is your land
Now Ive seen your dust a-rising
And Ive seen your numbers swell
Ive seen you crossing the badlands
And Ive heard your captains yell
Ive watched you when youre sleeping
Ive seen you filling up your can
Thinking as you work
That this land is your land
But now youre bursting into my country
Youre messing up my fields
Youre playing games with my holy places
Youre tearing the earth with your wheels
Right now your star is ascending
And your head is bursting with pride
But I wonder if custer was still singing
this land is my land when he died
Was he still singing this is my land when he died
Was he singing that its my land when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing its my land when he died
When he died...
Was he singing when he died
song performed by by Waterboys
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Jesus Died For Me
JESUS DIED FOR ME
WRITER HANK WILLIAMS
When (C)everything goes wrong And it (F)seems all hope is (C)gone I remember how my Savior (G7)died He (C)died there on the cross So this (F)world would not be (C)lost Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go (CHORUS) Jesus died for me long ago On a hillside far a(G7)way He was (C)tortured and slain God (F)bless His Holy (C)name Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go What pain He suffered there The (F)Holy One so (C)dear So that you and I could (G7)live I'll (C)try to repay For His (F)sufferin' on that (C)day Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go CHORUS As He hung there all alone His (F)life's blood almost (C)gone He never stopped prayin' for (G7)me So I'll (C)follow all the way And (F)live with Him some(C)day Jesus died for (G7)me long a(C)go CHORUS Jesus Died For Me
song performed by by Hank Williams
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Adieu, Farewell Earth's Bliss
1 Adieu, farewell earth's bliss,
2 This world uncertain is;
3 Fond are life's lustful joys,
4 Death proves them all but toys,
5 None from his darts can fly:
6 I am sick, I must die.
7 Lord, have mercy on us!
8 Rich men, trust not in wealth,
9 Gold cannot buy you health;
10 Physic himself must fade;
11 All things to end are made;
12 The plague full swift goes by:
13 I am sick, I must die.
14 Lord, have mercy on us!
15 Beauty is but a flower
16 Which wrinkles will devour;
17 Brightness falls from the air,
18 Queens have died young and fair,
19 Dust hath clos'd Helen's eye:
20 I am sick, I must die.
21 Lord, have mercy on us!
22 Strength stoops unto the grave,
23 Worms feed on Hector brave,
24 Swords may not fight with fate,
25 Earth still holds ope her gate;
26 Come, come, the bells do cry.
27 I am sick, I must die.
28 Lord, have mercy on us!
29 Wit with his wantonness
30 Tasteth death's bitterness:
31 Hell's executioner
32 Hath no ears for to hear
33 What vain art can reply:
34 I am sick, I must die.
35 Lord, have mercy on us!
36 Haste, therefore, each degree
37 To welcome destiny:
38 Heaven is our heritage,
39 Earth but a player's stage:
40 Mount we unto the sky.
41 I am sick, I must die.
42 Lord, have mercy on us!
poem by Thomas Nashe
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The Son's Sorrow
FROM THE ICELANDIC.
The King has asked of his son so good,
“Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?
O fair it is to ride abroad.
Thou playest not, and thou laughest not;
All thy good game is clean forgot.”
“Sit thou beside me, father dear,
And the tale of my sorrow shalt thou hear.
Thou sendedst me unto a far-off land,
And gavest me into a good Earl’s hand.
Now had this good Earl daughters seven,
The fairest of maidens under heaven.
One brought me my meat when I should dine,
One cut and sewed my raiment fine.
One washed and combed my yellow hair,
And one I fell to loving there.
Befell it on so fair a day,
We minded us to sport and play.
Down in a dale my horse bound I,
Bound on my saddle speedily.
Bright red she was as the flickering flame
When to my saddle-bow she came.
Beside my saddle-bow she stood,
‘To flee with thee to my heart were good.’
Kind was my horse and good to aid,
My love upon his back I laid.
We gat us from the garth away,
And none was ware of us that day.
But as we rode along the sand
Behold a barge lay by the land.
So in that boat did we depart,
And rowed away right glad at heart.
When we came to the dark wood and the shade
To raise the tent my true-love bade.
Three sons my true-love bore me there,
And syne she died who was so dear.
A grave I wrought her with my sword,
With my fair shield the mould I poured.
First in the mould I laid my love,
Then all my sons her breast above.
And I without must lie alone;
So from the place I gat me gone.”
No man now shall stand on his feet
To love that love, to woo that sweet:
O fair it is to ride abroad.
poem by William Morris
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Retaining Wisdom
Before you can hear Wisdom’s cry, you must know The Lord on high,
Being not just mindful of a Creator, but, knowing Him as your Savior,
As it’s only through that relationship, can one from Living Waters sip,
Then upon a tender heart will fall, the Truths, regarding Wisdom’s call.
First one needs to understand, the Truths of God, on which we stand,
They must know who God truly is, and at this day, Christ Jesus lives,
And that the reason why Christ died, was so with God men can abide,
When we come to peace with Him, through His Son, who died for sin.
It’s after that time when we accept, all Truth about The Savior’s death,
That we can truly begin New Life, in the Lord and Savior Jesus Christ,
A life which leads us to new ways, while living out these darker days,
Taking many from that dark of night, into The Savior’s Blessed Light.
When in this life we really retain, as sinners cleansed of all their stain,
We can have power from the blood, rising out of the cleansing flood.
All through the power of God’s gift, as many souls The Lamb can lift,
From any depth, to new heights, to become for God, Glorious Lights.
Friend it’s in the heart of good soil, that Satan’s darkness cannot foil,
Where Wisdom’s seeds are sown, by God in the heart, of all His own,
For at the time they truly believe, God’s Spirit of Truth they all receive,
So, wisdom from Truth they will gain, while Godly Wisdom they retain.
(Copyright ©09/2009)