The Past's Hovering Foot Steps
An unpleasant effluvia hangs
In the stale and unmoving air
As your haunted heart loudly bangs
Into the silence, a clanging blare.
It pumps: tapping, pittering
Unlike the feet of Fred Astaire.
No ritz, just beats and blunderings
Fumbled from this: your dancing ghost.
Its transparent maneuverings
Don't disappear, though they almost
Remain long enough to repeat,
To echo back with a swift riposte.
Waltzing reverb shoe prints secrete
An ectoplasmic residue,
A souring of things that seemed sweet,
The past's hovering steps press you.
An unpleasant effluvia hangs,
An ectoplasmic residue,
As your haunted heart loudly bangs.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Bangs
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head
Once with a girl I fell in love sometime ago now she had...
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Bangs
Are like a pocket t-shirt
As casual as that while fully intentional
And in case you think Im here cause I like making chit chat
Just remember what I said the moneys under your hat
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Bangs
Above your eyes your hair hangs
Blow my mind your royal flyness I dig your bangs
Bangs
To drape across your forehead
To swing concordant angles as you incline your head
And although I like you anyway, check out your haircut
A proscenium to stage a face that needs no makeup
Bangs
Are that on which the world hangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
Im only holding your hand so I can look at your bangs
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Haunted
I sleep, I wake, just same.
Haunted.
Tears don't work.
Pain won't go.
Haunted.
Maybe its here to stay.
My bag of rocks.
Haunted.
No great purpose.
Just be my load.
Haunted.
To hold me back.
This heavy sack.
Haunted.
I wake today. Maybe time to pray.
Haunted.
This curse must go.
Hit lowest low.
Haunted.
Nightmare of my soul.
My mind. My heart
My entire being.
Haunted.
Haunted. Haunted. Haunted.
I am
The walking. The crawling. The waiting. The moving. The wailing.
The death defying.
I am
The Haunted.
poem by Lindsay Maasdorp
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Living In A Haunted Heart
I stumbled in and I fell straight asleep in the chair
Swear I did
Woke with a start and I thought I saw you floating by
Swear I did
The fixtures and furnitures the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I cant go round any more
And I hear the passengers scream
Im living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself its all a bad dream
Im living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black
Every night
Days last for years til the dark, like a bear,
Puts his claws around my brain
Smack! bang on time, with your laugh, you walk in
Through the walls around my brain
The curtains and carpets are the same
As the day you dissolved in thin air
Now here I go queueing for the horror ride
Knowing I dont have the fare
And I hear the passengers scream
Im living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself its all a bad dream
Im living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
As the ghost train rattles round its track,
Every night
I cant exorcise you or cause you to reappear
But if you want to know what nothing looks like
Well just peel back my chest and take a look inside here
The fixtures and furnitures the same
As the second you walked out the door
But here in my head you put a ghost train
And I cant go round any more
And I hear the passengers scream
Im living in a haunted heart
And youre shaking me apart at the seams
Im living in a haunted heart
My reality is pushed past extremes
Im living in a haunted heart
And I tell myself its just a bad dream
Im living in a haunted heart
Too proud to beg you to come back
One more drink, the fairground fades to black.
song performed by by Xtc
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Haunted
(jeff barry / bobby bloom)
Ooh, hoo
I cant eat right
I cant sleep nights
Oh, honey look at what youve done to me
Life is nowhere
And its no fair
cause youve got me by the memory
Oh, now I feel you near me
And see your face
In my dreams
Every hour all night through
Oh, Im haunted
Yes Im haunted, haunted by you
There aint no doubt
I cant get out
Of this trouble that youve got me in
If I hurt you
Didnt mean to
Oh, and Im sorry
Aint the word Ive been
And if you dont come back to me pretty soon
I dont know what Im gonna do
cause Im haunted
Yes Im haunted, haunted by you, woah, oh
Oh, I just cant forget you
cause you haunt me everywhere I go
Oh Im begging you
Dont say no
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
And if you dont come back to me pretty soon
I dont know what Im gonna do
cause Im haunted
Said Im haunted,ooh, haunted by you
Oh, haunted by you
Haunted by you
Haunted by you-hoo
Haunted by you
Oh, haunted by you
Baby, haunted by you
Ooh, by you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Haunted
I really miss you when the nights are long
And only silence is heard in this world of song
But life goes on
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
I see you walking through the gates of home
And then I wake up to find Im still all alone
I should have known
But forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
Lonely is the river as it tumbles to the ocean
Searching for our future
We cant find our way back home
My only comfort is the love we shared
And as I walk through this world
With sadness everywhere
Ive had my share
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
Standing in the doorway
As the sunrise greets the morning
Searching for our future
We cant find our way back home
I really miss you when the nights are long
And only silence is heard in this world of song
But life goes on
And forever more
Ill be haunted by your love
Haunted by your love
(repeat)
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Fred Astaire
Romance me...dance me
til I dont care
You havent lived until youve danced on air
Whisper nothings if you dare
Wont you please, be my fred astaire
(jam):
Everybody up...everybody up
Everybody up on the dance floor now
Everybody up...everybody up
Everybody up on the dance floor now
I know they call you mr. lonely heart
But youre the leading man to play the part
You dont have to be a millionaire
All you have to do is be my fred astaire
(chorus):
Get up now...get up now
Get up now...be my fred astaire (x2)
(jam):
When you move its like a melody
Serenading...the very heart of me
Ill be your ginger rogers on the floor
Swirl me. twirl me til I just cant
Take no more
(chorus):
Boy if you could only read my mind
Youve been in my dreams a thousand time
(jam):
(chorus jam):
Everybody up
(get up now)
Everybody up
(get up now)
Everybody up
(be my fred astaire).
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Haunted
(GillanGloverPaiceMorseAirey)
I hear the beating of your wings
And you're playing on my strings
In mysterious ways
You draw me in
To a love
Beyond all understanding
Beyond my reach
So far away
But it seems
Like only yesterday
I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted
All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays awhile
Then fades away
I hear your footsteps on the ground
Tempting me to turn around
It's just the echo
Of a disenchanted lover
Shuffling aimlessly
Homeward bound
To empty rooms
And picture frames
And Friends
Who can't recall our names
I'm Haunted
Haunted
Is that what you wanted
All that's left
Is the ghost of your smile
It stays awhile
Then fades away
song performed by by Deep Purple
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A Most Unpleasant Man
Well, I'll rise above, once I forget,
What it was like then before we met,
I had no dreams,
There was no plan,
You see it's just that I am,
A most unpleasant man,
And now it all has come to pass,
I guess I knew it couldn't last,
And now I'm back to where I began,
And once again I've become,
A most unpleasant man,
Where would I go if you weren't here?
I'll try to find you everywhere,
Remeber me, not as I am,
But how I was as your truest friend,
Remeber me, not as I am,
How did I ever become,
A most unpleasant man?
I'll see you later baby...
song performed by by Eels
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Positive Spin Solutions
unpleasant topics
unpleasant decisions
unpleasant fallout
deal with it
give it a positive spin
isolate problems
promote solutions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Decadence Dance
francis!
Francis! be careful!
Trying so hard to keep up with the joneses
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front of the other
And dance to the beat of the dacadent drummer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
Its the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
Its hard to stop once the music gets started
til the soles of your feet harden up like your heart did
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
Its the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
song performed by by Extreme
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Unpleasant
Unpleasant for some,
Is a truth that is spoken.
Unpleasant it may be,
For those fantasized with delusions protected.
Although they hide them from being criticized.
Truth is neither negative or positive.
It exists to be just that.
And those unaccustomed,
To know it for what it is.
Will always deny it a visit.
But it will come to sit...
Regardless who finds it to be unpleasant.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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She Bangs (English Radio Edit)
Talk to me, tell me your name
You blow me off like it's all the same
You lit a fuse, and now I'm ticking away
Like a bomb... yeah baby
Talk to me, tell me your sign
You're switchin' sides like a Gemini
You're playing games
And now you're hittin' my heart
Like a drum... yeah baby
Well if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Til she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
[Chorus:]
She bangs, she bangs
Oh baby when she moves, she moves
I go crazy 'cause she
Looks like a flower
But she stings like a bee
Like every girl in history
She bangs, she bangs
I'm wasted by the way she moves
No one ever lokked so fine
She reminds me
That a woman's got one thing on her mind
Talk to me, tell me the news
You'll wear me out like a pair of shoes
We'll dance all night until the band goes home
Then you're gone... yeah baby
Well, if it looks like love
Should be a crime
They better lock me up for live
I'll do the time
With a smile on my face
Thinkin' of her in her
Leather and lace
[REPEAT CHORUS]
Man, if Lady Luck
Gets on my side
We're gonna rock this town alive
I'll let her rough me up
'Till she knocks me out
'Cause she walks like she talks
And she talks like she walks
[REPEAT CHORUS]
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Haunted By Your Memory
You pushed me aside
a long time ago
but you didn’t account
that your memory would grow.
Now you’re a face in every crowd that I see.
You are everywhere just to haunt me.
How long must I go on
keep remembering you?
Will my mind ever let you go
or will you always be
the ghost in my memory
that will never let me be.
My heart belongs to another,
but your image will not let me be.
I am like a prisoner
who can never get free
from being a slave
to your memory.
You are a face in a crowd
wherever I go.
I am haunted by you
and what will never be.
I am haunted day and night
by your memory.
poem by David Harris
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The Strange Silence
It's strange how,
She opens every cupboard and drawer,
And hangs from my clothes,
She throws things loudly,
And hounds us all day,
With her boisterous charm.
And it's strange how,
He never stops talking,
We constantly hear,
About his latest invention,
His important ideas,
His grand plans and schemes,
Designed to improve the world.
But the strangest things of all,
Is the silence that ensues,
The very second I mention,
Bedtime,
Homework,
Come and clean up,
There is suddenly,
An eerie silence,
And neither of them,
Can be found,
For miles,
And miles.
poem by Aisha Sherazi
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Rovianne
Rovianne, rovianne
When I breathe I swear that I could draw you in
I hide my feelings but the veil is thin
Itd fall at the touch of your fingers or the smell of your skin
Late at night sometimes I have to ease my heat
I see your body burning on my sheet
It fades and the heat still lingers, I want to see you again
(here she comes) yeah I watch her walk on by
(here she comes) and I see her hair in the sun
(here she comes) I know shes a little shy
(rovianne) my heart bangs like a drum with a message to rovianne
Rovianne, Id do anything to be your lover
Yeah, rovianne, rovianne
Though its bitter and sweet
Youve got me dancing in the street
Here she comes, that mona lisa smile is on her face
With that body and that animal grace
I want to go through your armour like a hurricane
(here she comes) yeah I watch her walk on by
(here she comes) and I see her hair in the sun
(here she comes) I know shes a little shy
(rovianne) my heart bangs like a drum with a message to rovianne
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Echo Song
I
Who can say where Echo dwells?
In some mountain-cave, methinks,
Where the white owl sits and blinks;
Or in deep sequestered dells,
Where foxglove hangs its bells,
Echo dwells.
Echo!
Echo!
II
Phantom of the crystal Air,
Daughter of sweet Mystery!
Here is one has need of thee;
Lead him to thy secret lair,
Myrtle brings he for thy hair--
Hear his prayer,
Echo!
Echo!
III
Echo lift thy drowsy head,
And repeat each charmëd word
Thou must needs have overheard
Yestere'en ere, rosy-red,
Daphne down the valley fled--
Words unsaid,
Echo!
Echo!
IV
Breathe the vows she since denies!
She hath broken every vow;
What she would she would not now--
Thou didst hear her perjuries.
Whisper, whilst I shut my eyes,
Those sweet lies,
Echo!
Echo!
poem by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
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An ode to silence
unmoving untold
beguiling and bold
in the depths of my meandering drifts
lie the silence of times
unmoving with permanence
undeterred with resonance
in the unshed tears of my heavy heart
lie the silence of times
unmoving and brilliant
surreal and insistent
in the quest of the kaafir within
lie the silence of times
unmoving yet increasing
hazy, misty and fading
in the crimson light of my throbbing veins
lie the silence of times
poem by Sheena Datta
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Always Watching
Dark as the secrets
You hold in your heart
Stealthy as the night
Which silently departs
Haunted as the woods
To which no one goes
Swift as the river
Which downward flows
From the mountains to valleys
Through ancient hills
To an abandoned castle
Where on the window sills
Sits the bird of legend
Of luckless souls
The raven, unmoving
In his sentry's role
poem by Shadow Alliance
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Fred Astaire was a more formal, trained dancer who loved waltzing and only danced with the girls.
quote by Leslie Caron
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Pleasures Of Fancy
A path, old tree, goes by thee crooking on,
And through this little gate that claps and bangs
Against thy rifted trunk, what steps hath gone?
Though but a lonely way, yet mystery hangs
Oer crowds of pastoral scenes recordless here.
The boy might climb the nest in thy young boughs
That's slept half an eternity; in fear
The herdsman may have left his startled cows
For shelter when heaven's thunder voice was near;
Here too the woodman on his wallet laid
For pillow may have slept an hour away;
And poet pastoral, lover of the shade,
Here sat and mused half some long summer day
While some old shepherd listened to the lay.
poem by John Clare
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