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Unwind my riddle

UNWIND my riddle.
Cruel as hawks the hours fly;
Wounded men seldom come home to die;
The hard waves see an arm flung high;
Scorn hits strong because of a lie;
Yet there exists a mystic tie.
Unwind my riddle.

poem by Stephen Crane
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Riddle

One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
Monday morning was the first time
That I noticed something strange
Now I know with your kiss was not the same
Was it all just in my mind
Or was it something I should pay attention to
Then on tuesday having lunch with friends
I thought I saw your car
Leaving from our favorite restaurant but too far
For my eyes to see what I feel
Would be heartbreaking if I saw was true whoo
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Wednesday evening
Every time the phone would rang
Youd say hello
When Id come around youd say I got to go
Youre friends never called line two before
And I dont know nobody named tyrone
Oh now its thursday
You left the house to go to work an hour early
You said you had some papers for your boss to sign
But you left your briefcase home
And when I called you job
They said you were not there oh yeah
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
Friday night
Is the night weve always had our weekend date
But you showed up at the house extremely late
Without any conversation you just went to bed
And said that youre head ached
Now its the weekend
And you know that its the day I do my cleaning
And when I washed your shirts I just could not believe
Im picking hair weave off your seam
Found a letter in your pocket from the week please
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
History
Its history
cause now I see, you lie
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
(while the chorus is singing)
You gave me clues
I saw through
Now you lose,
You fool
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go
One little riddle
Two little three little
Four little riddle
Five little six little
Seven little riddle
Eight little riddle
Now you know
You gotta go

song performed by by En Vogue
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Unwind

Evolutions overwhelming
Check your head this train is wrecking
In time
Unwind
Everyone just take it easy
I dont like the way youre looking at me
Unkind
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind
And if you can spare the time
Then its time to break away
Evolutions overrated
Check your head this train is wrecking
Everyone just take it easy
cause I dont like the way youre looking at me
At me
Unwind
Unwind
And if you can spare the time
Then its time to break away
And if you would break away
Could you feel it giving way?
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind
Unwind

song performed by by Oleander
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Drain My Brain

Unwind my mind oh baby drain my brain
Unscrew my head take a part of my heart
Scrape away the pain and start all over again

I tell you baby I don't understand just how you can make love to me
While you're lookin' at the picture of another man
You got me talkin' to my elbow climbin' up the wall
First you tell me you despise me then you say you idolize me
Then you tell me you can't use me at all
Unwind my mind...
[ guitar ]
Unwind my mind...

I tell you baby I just can't go on
The hung up way that we're livin' while I'm doin' all the givin'
You keep on callin' me John
First you messin' with Charlie and then you jivin' with Jim
And I know you need a father but I really can't bother
Bein' all those other guys plus him
Unwind my mind...
Unwind my mind settle my spine yeah unroll my soul yeah

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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President Bush says he needs a month off to unwind. Unwind? When the hell does this guy wind?

quote by David Letterman
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There Is No Riddle', Wittgenstein

there is no riddle but in the mind
riding the inate thought waves
riding a language lonely rides
bathing within the foam names
white blind still sublime
soaking wet that mind craves
the end of its own time
to surf the peaceful ocean
of life long devotion

there is no riddle but in the eyes
watching the stairless sunsets
climbing the sight up the skies
casting the fragile fish nets
into the water whirl that defines
their depth their width their prey
and the burden of their day
in a silent breath of air

there is no riddle but in the hand
that open the shrines that opens the caves
some light to dark to lend
to pull up the blinds
to comprehend
those eyes that look
those eyes that took
the colour of the first born mind
the riddle to paint the answer to find

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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These Bends

I’m more than a little lost and found
But this town, it is dead
And there’s to many hypocrisies in my head
And it just wind, wind, unwinds me out

Just give me some time
Then give me a place, (somewhere new)
Bewildering concepts of time and space
They all just wind, unwind, wind out of me

A year and a day and three broken hearts are
Books lined up on the shelves of
Too many words I said
But I just wind, wind, unwind myself

Ghosts of a thousand memories
Have taken over this place just
Faces in dreams and corners
They help me wind, wind unwind myself out

Of this place and at this time
I need a new escape
When is my next escape?
Or release, from me, my mind, my fears, my dreams
So I don’t wind, wind, unwind, myself out of here

poem by Victoria Mcvicar
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True love never dies

Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle

For true love never dies
Except those empty white lies

Love never says goodbye
It just flies
Low and high

Fiddle the riddle
Wiggle with the riddle
Perhaps you can unfold
The puzzle of true love not told

The love I know may sometimes fizzle
Then sparkle with the eye of a twinkle
After wear out like an ageless wrinkle
So I hear your cry and with you I sigh

True love itself never dies
True love never says goodbye
True love never tells a lie
True love never asks the reason why
It just flies and flies and flies and flies
Or it flies past you by

2006 - Sylvia Chidi

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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A major difficulty is that the answer to the Riddle of the Sphinx is partly a product of the answers that we already have given to the riddle in its various forms.

quote by Gregory Bateson
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Every human life involves an unfathomable mystery, for man is the riddle of the universe, and the riddle of man in his endowment with personal capacities.

quote by Harry Emerson Fosdick
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Unwind

Verse 1
I hide my pain like the rest of them
That's why I'm always laughing
I'm troubled, I'm brilliant and miserable too
That's why I am so funny
I swallow down all my fears
With a bottle made of silver
I've only been here for 27 years
But already my life is over
Chorus
And I need to unwind, yes and I
I need to unwind, yes, and I
Want all the time
To be loved, to unwind
Verse 2
My life is like a fairytale
That nobody believes in
I can't remember anything
Not the people, not the places I've been
Just one more day you can make it, babe
That's what I tell myself
And everything that I love in life
It is killing me, 'cause it's bad for my health
Chorus
Somebody comfort me
S... southern comfort me
Somebody comfort me
S... southern comfort me
Chorus

song performed by by Pink
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To See Life As A Riddle

Life,
Is what we make it.
But some will sit,
To see life as a riddle.
And life...
Some choose to fake it.
With a doing that's believed,
They can be freed of mistakes.
Yet life,
Is what we make it.
But some will sit,
To see life as a riddle.

Some people have a need,
To play life second fiddle.
Out of tune,
And afraid of taking risks.

Some people live,
Afraid of taking chances...
With dismissing most of it!
Yet life,
Is what we make it.
But some will sit,
As if it is a riddle.

Life,
Is what we make it.
Yet some will sit,
Just to play it second fiddle.
And some will see life,
With no middle but a riddle.
Yes some will sit,
Just to play life second fiddle.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Iscariot

Riddle, riddle, riddle!
Of the eerie image written with facts;
For i am pregnant an my husband had left me for another woman,
But to learn from the odds and to swim in the lake of loneliness is what i am doing.

It is like dropped-out girls from college to learn from hell!
For i was one of them because of my pregnancy;
And to learn from the odds and to swim in the lake of loniness is what i am doing now.

Huffing and puffing to gain my stand,
But the society around us today needs a lot to be said;
But no matter how hard it is, i will try to build up my ship to sail across this ocean.

Where is Iscariot my lover who impregnated me? ! !
And of the eerie encounters so seen around;
But a pastor of my own town also snatched the wife of one of his Elders.

How much more work is needed on our various societies?
For i am intrigued by the acts of many around me! !
With descriptions ans sketches of love like the colours of the rainbow;
But when will i be free with this odd world around me?

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mezzanine

3d
Im a little curious of you in crowded scenes
And how serene your friends and fiends
We flew and strolled as 2 eliminated gently
Why dont you close your eyes and reinvent me
Daddy g
You knew you had a heart made of stone
You should have let me know
You could have let me know
3d
Well go till morning comes
And traffic grows
And windows hum
Daddy g
Speding all week with your friends
Give me evenings and weekends
Evenings and weekends
3d
I could for yours
We can unwind
All these other flaws (x2)
Youd agree its a typical high
You fly as you watch your name go by
And once the name goes by
Not thicker than water nor thicker than mud
And the 8k thuds it does
Sunset so quickly
Lets make it quiet and quickly
Dont frown
Tastes better on the way back down
I care for yours
We can unwind
All these other flaws (x3)
Will lead to mine
All these other flaws (x2)
Will lead to mine
All these other flaws (x2)
Will see to
Will lead to mine
We can unwind all our flaws (x2)

song performed by by Massive Attack
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Fiddle Riddle

Once stood a man on my face
Ooh yeah, on my face
Gobbled him up cause my taste
Leaves nothing to waste
Hear the riddle that I say
Hear the riddle that I say
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square
To me
Piano it marks the good pace
Ooh yeah, the good pace
Dont know if its right, but I like the bass
So turn up the bass
Hear the fiddles as they play
Hear the fiddles as they play
What is fair is fair
And the guitar player
No metal, no brick, was no trace
Oh, no, was no trace
But machines moved on and still chased
No particular place
Hear the riddle that I say
Hear the riddle that I say
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square
To me
What is fair is fair
That is fair and square
To me

song performed by by Frank Black
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Cliche

One more game, one more chance
One more orchestrated song and dance
Hed be up front and speak his peace
And ask for her time
To put their heads together
And try to make the knot unwind
And it strikes home that its time to make his move
Or its time to turn and walk away
So he plays that old clich
Silent tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless design
Still shes only asking him
To help her make the knot unwind
And if the very next words
Leaving her lips could decide
If hed go or if hed stay
She would play that old clich
Who makes up the rules for the world?
Havent we been down this road before?
Isnt anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be something more
Where are the words, where are the words,
Where are the words
Where are the words, where are the words,
Where are the words
And its almost not worth singing about,
It seems so everyday anyway
Still we play that old clich
And here sit i, one man show
I vivisect and then pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in the mind
Cant somebody help me to try to make the knot unwind
And I say what I say when I know
Theres really nothing left to say
Then I play that old clich
Throw away that old clich

song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Desperate Lives

Whats the problem here
Whats the noise
Im just waiting for the man (yea)
Me and the boys
Hes got the goods
Weve got the twenties, tens and fives
Everybodys doing it
Living desperate lives (living on the edge)
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
Sometimes I feel my life floating away
And times seems so precious
I want to hold you and say
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Ive got this friend you know hes real cool
He gave new meaning to the term high school
Sometimes I worry
But Im no fool
I keep it to myself
Cause you gotta stay cool
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
And Im sure theres a way out
When I want it
Momma just looks confused and my daddy said
Ive got this bomb tick, tick, ticking in my head
Im stuck in the middle
Desperate lives
My life is a riddle
Desperate lives
Im stuck in the middle

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Enigma

Come riddle-me-ree, come riddle-me-ree,
And tell me, what my name may be.
I am nearly one hundred and thirty years old,
And therefore no chicken, as you may suppose; --
Though a dwarf in my youth (as my nurses have told),
I have, ev'ry year since, been outgrowing my clothes;
Till, at last, such a corpulent giant I stand,
That if folks were to furnish me now with a suit,
It would take ev'ry morsel of scrip in the land
But to measure my bulk from the head to the foot.
Hence, they who maintain me, grown sick of my stature,
To cover me nothing but rags will supply;
And the doctors declare that, in due course of nature,
About the year 30 in rags I shall die.
Meanwhile I stalk hungry and bloated around,
An object of int'rest, most painful, to all;
In the warehouse, the cottage, the palace I'm found,
Holding citizen, peasant, and king in my thrall.
Then riddle-me-ree, oh riddle-me-ree,
Come, tell me what my name may be.

When the lord of the counting-house bends o'er his book,
Bright pictures of profit delighting to draw,
O'er his shoulders with large cipher eye-balls I look,
And down drops the pen from his paralyz'd paw!
When the Premier lies dreaming of dear Waterloo,
And expects through another to caper and prank it,
You'd laugh did you see, when I bellow out "Boo!"
How he hides his brave Waterloo head in the blanket.
When mighty Belshazzar brims high in the hall
His cup, full of gout, to Gaul's overthrow,
Lo, "Eight Hundred Millions" I write on the wall,
And the cup falls to earth and -- the gout to his toe!
But the joy of my heart is when largely I cram
My maw with the fruits of the Squirearchy's acres,
And, knowing who made me the thing that I am,
Like the monster of Frankenstein, worry my makers.
Then riddle-me-ree, come, riddle-me-ree,
And tell, if thou knows't, who I may be.

poem by Thomas Moore
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Riddle

‘Enter without yr shoes'
I see written in yr throne
but when you see me at
yr door step you ask me
to enter without putting off,
are you not afraid of to be
ridiculed for breaking the rule
of your own self ? this is a
great puzzle, what is the
speciality in me so that
you allow me to make yr
room dirty? if you held
me in such a high esteem
would you then please in
sotto whisper tell me
the mystic meaning of
the riddle?

poem by Abdul Wahab
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Trim

Album: A Hundred Days Off (2002)
He-he-heat in your skin
pull up a chair and unwind
dog we don't share
the taxi left us behind
silhouette of a psychic reader in the market
and the straw wrapped around a bottle to take home
barbeque chicken oil in a drum, double strong wrong
here comes the horn you call for
woman in a box with her head in her box
speaks french when spoken like a tourist french
hey classic coca-cola in a can when you wanna cool down
heat, she move up the street in waves
sugar, sugar, clear your mind leave it all behind
get in the boat and float
join in on a high spot and ride, ride
put on some smile
stay for a while
[x2]

song performed by by Underworld
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Cottleston Pie

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fly can't bird, but a bird can fly.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
Why does a chicken? I don't know why.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie,
A fish can't whistle and neither can I.
Ask me a riddle and I reply
Cottleston Cottleston Cottleston Pie.

poem by Alan Alexander Milne
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