Daughter of a Pretty Age
As the night twists
Unhappily like a knife
Into a vital organ,
All I can do is ask
Where is my daughter
Of a pretty age?
I’m cloaked in despair
And filled with rage.
I wish I could
Hold her hand
And talk in a secret place,
But I remember,
I’m childless
And finishing my course
In infinite loneliness.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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From Loneliness To Rage 01
FROM loneliness to rage,
you slip into a bluster
of moods, each one has a
flag of its own.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you howl for any one
with two arms, to hold you,
untill this sadness passes
away.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you cry missiles that
explode in your head,
and land at your feet.
AMEN.............
poem by David Gerardino
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Cry Missiles..........
FROM loneliness to rage,
you slip into a bluster
of moods, each one has a
flag of its own.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you howl for any one
with two arms, to hold you,
untill this sadness passes
away.
FROM loneliness to rage,
you cry missiles that
explode in your head,
and land at your feet.
AMEN.............
poem by David Gerardino
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Can't We Just Sit Down
Cold and lonely night, you don't have to leave at all
A car rolls up outside on time, a moment from your call
And handshake seems more fitting than a kiss
Such a shame that you and i should have to end like this
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Surely you can ask the better way
Strange that you're the one so set on leaving
And i'm the one who said last night that it was all too late
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Who knows, maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride, and the things we said last night
And maybe you and i can talk it out
Tonight stay somewhere warm, they say it's gonna freeze
You may not find a place at all, so be sure and take your keys
I can almost taste the silence now
Does it really matter still,
Who was wrong, who let who down
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Who knows, maybe in a little while
We'll forget our pride, and the things we said last night
And maybe you and i can talk it out
Hold on, hold on
Surely you and i can talk it out
Hold on, hold on
Surely you and i can make it right
Hold on, hold on, yeah
Can't we just sit down and talk it over
Hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on
song performed by by Donna Summer
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The Child Dying
Unfriendly friendly universe,
I pack your stars into my purse,
And bid you so farewell.
That I can leave you, quite go out,
Go out, go out beyond all doubt,
My father says, is the miracle.
You are so great, and I so small:
I am nothing, you are all:
Being nothing, I can take this way.
Oh I need neither rise nor fall,
For when I do not move at all
I shall be out of all your day.
It's said some memory will remain
In the other place, grass in the rain,
Light on the land, sun on the sea,
A flitting grace, a phantom face,
But the world is out. There is not place
Where it and its ghost can ever be.
Father, father, I dread this air
Blown from the far side of despair
The cold cold corner. What house, what hold,
What hand is there? I look and see
Nothing-filled eternity,
And the great round world grows weak and old.
Hold my hand, oh hold it fast-
I am changing! - until at last
My hand in yours no more will change,
Though yours change on. You here, I there,
So hand in hand, twin-leafed despair -
I did not know death was so strange.
poem by Edwin Muir
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My Secret Place
Words and music by joni mitchell
Im going to take you to
My special place
Its a place that you
Like no one else I know
Might appreciate
I dont go there with anyone--but
Youre a special case
For my special place
For my secret place
People talk to tell you something
Or to take up space
Guess Im only talking
To be talking to
Your pretty face
I dont talk much to anyone--but
Youre a special case
For my special place
My secret place
I was born and raised
In new york city
Im just getting used to colorado--
Oh street bravado
Carry me
Why did you bring me to
A place so wild and pretty?
Are there pigeons in this park--
Muggers after dark--
In these golden trees--
In the secret place?
Im going to take you to
My special place
Its a place no amount of hurt and anger
Can deface
I put things back together there
It all falls right in place--
In my special space
My special place
Once I saw a film
In new york city
That was shot in colorado--
Girl meets desperado
In the trembling mountain trees
Out of all of the girls that you see
In bleachers and cafe windows
Sitting--flirting with someone
Looking to have some fun
Why did you pick me?
For the secret place
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Remember That
Remember I was the one that you will call and talk to, Remember later at night when the wind blow you will call and talk to me , remember that. Remember when you were down and out i was here, Remember the sweet way that you will talk to me, Remember that. What happen, what went wrong. Remember when I hold you in my arms, Remember when I whisper in your ear that I love you. It's all gone so fast, but just remember I'm still here for you on till the day i die i promise that and most of all remember that I still love you
poem by Junior Marcano
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I Rememer, .
I Remember, ..
I Remember, seeing cops take you away.
I Remember, it was just the 3 of us.
I Remember, going to see you.
I Remember, talking to you ALL the time.
I Remember, telling you ' I love you.'
I Remember saying, ' Daddy, i miss you.'
I Remember, when you packed your bags.
I Remember you, holding your new born child.
I Remember, when you left me.
I Remember when, i told you i hated you.
I Remember, when i met HIM.
I Remember, when HE called me HIS daughter.
I Remember, HE took your place.
I Remember when, I told HIM ' Dad, i love you.'
I Remember now, im not YOUR daughter, ..
IM HIS.
poem by Bree Chase
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Sinking
Your becoming, cuts the moon
in half. I come
blind to hold the
knife.
The aroma of the bush
prepares the golden cups
for drinking milk from the
rage.
His wings were glued, the bird
will not be able to fly
in the night of despair and
song.
Immerse yourself in the assault
and the kiss of blizzard. The
snow is strong, wind is very
low.
poem by Satish Verma
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DaDa
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
Da Da
I don't know what you mean about nasty feelings, it's
Let me help you out of this, you were starting to feel a
certain way, violence, resentful.
How do you know that? I told you? I told you that?
That's right, remember yesterday?
I don't want to talk about that, I don't want to talk about it.
Let's talk about, uh, talk about something else. Ok?
What would you like to talk about?
Uh
Tell me about your son.
My son, yeah well, he took care of me. He's took care of me
for a long, he still takes care of me. And she takes good, and
she takes care of me. She takes, she takes good care of me.
He takes care of me,
Do you believe it
I have a daughter too.
You don't have a daughter.
Yeah, I have a dauther, yeah.
A son - you have a son, a son.
No I, no I, all I have, I have
I have a son, I have a son and a daughter, and a daughter.
No, I have a son, daughter, daughter too, and a boy, and a boy
Da Da
Da Da
I'm a little tired now
Well that's alright, I think that's enough for today.
I'm feeling rough and kinda hungry too.
Da Da
Who's my boy?
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Hold My Hand
Today, when she comes in,
Ill be standing at the door, and I wont say any more.
I know that shes been there.
Its not the way I look at her, its the way she looks at me.
Yes you can hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
When she lays on my bed,
Its not me shes thinking of, its just me that really cares.
My time, I know is out,
And shell be walking through that door,
And shell lie again tomorrow night.
Yes you can hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand any other night,
Hold my hand, its gonna be all right.
Hold my hand any other night of the week,
Its all right.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
Hold my hand.
song performed by by Kinks
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At The End Of The Road Of Infinite Loneliness
AT THE END OF THE ROAD OF INFINITE LONELINESS
At the end of the road of infinite loneliness
There is only more loneliness.
At the end of the road of Infinite Loneliness
There is the Courage to go on another road.
At the end of the road of infinite loneliness
There is Love.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Hes Got A Hold On Me
(nik kershaw)
Producer for bonnie: nik kershaw
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many days go by
I really cant make this feeling go away
Whenever I change my mind
Whenever I turn my head around
The only one I can see every single day
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
Whenever hes somewhere else
I try to remember if I can
When if only I could forget
I think Id be just fine
I wonder where he came from
I wonder what name he answers to
Whatever he calls himself
Id like to call him mine
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
It could be my low resistance
And you can all be as smug as hell
But you all better keep your distance
Unless you wanna get burnt as well
Whenever he walks on by
And looks at me then I know
That he is never letting go
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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Tears Of Rage
We carried you in our arms
On independence day,
And now youd throw us all aside
And put us on our way.
Oh what dear daughter neath the sun
Would treat a father so,
To wait upon him hand and foot
And always tell him, no?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Why must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so alone
And life is brief.
We pointed out the way to go
And scratched your name in sand,
Though you just thought it was nothing more
Than a place for you to stand.
Now, I want you to know that while we watched,
You discover there was no one true.
Most evrybody really thought
It was a childish thing to do.
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
It was all very painless
When you went out to receive
All that false instruction
Which we never could believe.
And now the heart is filled with gold
As if it was a purse.
But, oh, what kind of love is this
Which goes from bad to worse?
Tears of rage, tears of grief,
Must I always be the thief?
Come to me now, you know
Were so low
And life is brief.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Remember
She sits in the dark, no more words to say,
Waiting for me to wipe her tears away
But Im too stubborn to see
That the problem was me
Cant admit that Im wrong
Now it seems to me that shes no longer here
And the love is gone
Its over now I heard her say
But I know I cant let my angel slip away
Gonna swallow my pride and hold it inside
cause I cant stand to see my baby cry
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
Im so sorry that things got out of hand
Sometimes I act like a child instead of a man
Remember that gleam in your eye, then I kissed
Your lips on that special night seemed like the
World had stopped for a moment in time
Its over now I heard her say
But I know I cant let my angel slip away
Gonna swallow my pride and hold it inside
cause I cant stand to see my baby cry
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
Close your eyes and hold me cause I need you
Please forgive me girl
Take me back to the place where we first
Met, making love under the sunset, remember
Do you remember?
Take me back to the place where we first met
Vowed that our love we
Wont forget, do you remember, remember?
song performed by by Youngstown
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These Arms Are Open All Night
Well, it's closing time, I got no place to go
No, I'm not tired; nobody's waiting at home
Hey, what about you? Looks like you're leaving alone
Guess that makes two - me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
I know a place not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You can follow me there
Chorus:
There's no neon lights
It don't stink of beer
It's just a mile up the road
Just a minute from here
These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels alright
These arms are open all night
The band is through, they're breaking down the drums
The took the singer's keys, man, he was really drunk
They're turning on the lights, we can't stay here no more
I can take a hint, find my way out the door
So what do you think? Are you going my way?
There's still a whole lot left to this night
Baby, what do you say?
Chorus:
There's no neon lights
It don't stink of beer
It's just a mile up the road
Just a minute from here
These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels alright
These arms are open all night
God only knows how long it's been that I been so lonely
Back there at the stop sign
I see her headlights
I think she's coming with me
Chorus:
There's no neon lights
It don't stink of beer
It's just a mile up the road
Just a minute from here
These arms are open all night
If you need someone to talk to
A hand to hold onto
And if it feels alright
These arms are open all night
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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American Skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots, they cut through the night
You're kneeling over his body in the vestibule
Praying for his life
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
Ain't no secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots, lena gets her son ready for school
She says now on these streets charles
You got to understand the rules
Promise me if an officer stops you'll always be polite
Never ever run away and promise mama you'll keep your hands in sight
Cause is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
41 shots and we'll take that ride
Across this bloody river to the other side
41 shots my boots caked in mud
We're baptized in these waters and in each other's blood
Is it a gun?
Is it a knife?
Is it a wallet?
This is your life
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
It ain't no secret (it ain't no secret)
No secret my friend
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
You can get killed just for living in
Your american skin
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
41 shots
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Mama Talk To Your Daughter
Talk to your daughter
(J B Lenoir)
Mama, mama please talk to your daughter bout me
Mama, mama please talk to your daughter bout me
She made me love her and I aint gonna leave her be
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
She made me love her and I aint gonna leave her be
I aint gonna stand no quitting and she wont have me around
I aint gonna stand no quitting and she wont have me around
If she got me a ride, shed be six feet in the ground
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
She made me love her and I aint gonna leave her be
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
You should talk to your daughter (talk, talk)
She made me love her and I aint gonna leave her be
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Talk To Me
Its not like before, baby you cant come running back no more...
And talk to me when it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby when the feelin aint right
Who do you think youre foolin not me
September rain is fallin
I see you on the street just passin by
And though your lips are smilin
I can see the coldness in your eyes
So hell is what youve been through
I never thought Id see you round here no more
Now you need someone to talk to
Just like before
You only talk to me when it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby when you hurt deep inside
Who do you think youre foolin not me
You had to have it your way
From you that was a promise and a threat
Now you look for consolation
Just remember what you give is what you get
The hardest part was changin
I was holdin on the dreams from yesterday
I used to be here waitin
Heres what I say
You only talk to me
When it cuts like a knife
You just talk to me baby
When the feelin aint right
Who do you think youre foolin not me
song performed by by Europe
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Secret Friends
I haven't met you face to face
But when we talk you put me in a better place
I met you somewhere i never thought i would
To me you have been so good
you are my secret friend
for we know only whats within
I don't know your physical appearence
but i know what color your hair is
I talk to with such ease
You bring my chaotic life some peace
I get antsy when we can't talk
because to my pavement you are my chalk
Your some one i can truly say is a friend
You havent judged me the way they did
so when you read this i hope you
some one cares for you and doesn't want you to go
stay with me my secret friend
lets hold our heads high and keep walking with no end
dedicated to Christopher Turner my secret friend
poem by Jean Pullman
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Loneliness Game
She could have anything
But still shes down
The happiness that means everything
Is not around
On the outside
It looks like a perfect world
Inside I know what youre thinking
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different
Shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of the loneliness game
No she cant find love
Pearls dont mean a thing
When loves not there
No gold or diamond rings
Can stop the tears
From the outside
You couldnt feel her pain
Inside I know what youre thinking
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different
Shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of the loneliness game
No she cant find love
In the loneliness game, the loneliness game
She lies awake at night
Alone in silence
She reaches for the light
And waits for guidance
Shes too pretty to be sad
Shes too rich to cry
Shes no different, shes just the same
No ones left out of this loneliness game
She cant find her way out of this loneliness game
No she cant buy love
In the loneliness game, the loneliness game ...
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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