Uneasy Curiosity
One particular night
I was drifting like an aimless breeze
And walked into a 24 hour grocery store;
I saw a raven-haired woman
In a long black dress
Purchasing cigarettes and mints.
I failed to speak to her
But was strangely obsessed
By her existence.
Breathing with uneasy curiosity,
I followed her down the summer midnight street
To a dark residence of illicit mystery;
I saw her exchange a secret sign
With a motorcycle hood
With a dragon tattoo
Branded upon his throat.
I also attempted to enter
This foreboding lair
By imitating the secret sign,
But the leather jacket
Attached to the motorcycle
Put a knife to my heart and said,
“There are a lot of ways
To be discovered dead,
Find a different one than this tonight.”
I then journeyed
To the nearest bar
To commiserate with a gentle alcoholic
Who was also taking his time to expire.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Motorcycle Mama
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin
Down the proud highway
Yeah, Im runnin, Im runnin, Im runnin
Down the proud highway
And as long as I keep movin
I wont need a place to stay.
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring that round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
Well Im here to deliver
I hope you can read my mail
I just escaped last night
From the memory county jail
I see your box is open
And you flag is up
My message is ready
If theres time enough.
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay your big spike down
I always get in trouble when you bring it round
Motorcycle mama
Wont you lay it down.
song performed by by Neil Young
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A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other. A solemn consideration, when I enter a great city by night, that every one of those darkly clustered houses encloses its own secret; that every room in every one of them encloses its own secret; that every beating heart in the hundreds of thousands of breasts there, is, in some of its imaginings, a secret to the heart nearest it!
Charles Dickens in A Tale of Two Cities
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0305 Dylan (1)
the motorcycle leans
the motorcycle swerves
...the motorcycle just don't
give a damn
about anything
(Robert Zimmerman,1960)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Get Right
You lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me
You sayin' 'Not quite enough to me
You sippin' just a little too slow for me
No doubt you're playin' real cool homey
Got me thinkin' what is it you do for me
Trippin' (trippin') a little more than I should be
So let yourself go and get right with me!
Chorus:
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
We can get right, get right
We can get right
I'm about to fill your cup
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right, tonight
We can get right
Your lips talkin' about I play too much
Can't a woman take advantage of what she wants?
My hips movin' oh so slow (so slow)
Bar tab lookin' like a car note (car note)
All I need is you here right by my side
Take whatever you want baby let's ride
And whatever you want you let me decide
Just put your name on the dotted line
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
We can get right, get right
We can get right
I'm about to fill your cup
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right, tonight
We can get right
So much we got to say, but so little time
And if tonight ain't long enough, don't leave love behind
Baby take my hand I'll show you why
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
We can get right, get right
We can get right
I'm about to fill your cup
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right, tonight
We can get right
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
We can get right, get right
We can get right
I'm about to fill your cup
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right, tonight
We can get right
I'm about to sign you up
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
We can get right, get right
We can get right
I'm about to fill your cup
We can get right before the night is up
We can get right, get right
song performed by by Jennifer Lopez
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Lydia
There was life before us
my sister and I discovered
looking at photographs
we shouldn't have been looking at
of the English girl my father
was engaged to during the war.
Here she is right in front of our eyes,
the woman before my mother,
in a black lace cocktail dress,
a cigarette in a holder,
pensive, earthy—waiting
in front of the carved wooden radio,
for news from the front.
This is the war, after all,
and here she is again, somewhere
on an English beach, draped
across my father's shoulder
all of her silky skin radiant
above the soft folds of sun dress.
They stand in front of a sign
that reads 'Seaside Cottages,
two dollars.' And here she is
again, painted onto the cockpit
of my father's plane with hardly
anything on at all, and here he is
in his flight jacket, looking
in fact, happy. My sister and I each
lift our pencils like cigarettes,
taking long sultry drags to puff
out invisible rings. They rise
in the air like silver nooses
that will catch our father
and hold him to us.
poem by Geraldine Connolly
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Why, oh Why? !
You're dressed in Black!
With a gun in your hand;
And, with a motorcycle! !
Not forgetting your Black mask.
Going a´round and killing people withoutn any reason;
Because, you are like a robot and, Satan is in control of you.
Yes, Satan has the remote control to turn you on and off!
And, the only thing in your mind is to kill people without any reason.
Yes, you've built up your mind with, hatred in your heart! !
You do ride your motorcycle around with a gun in your hand;
And, you are dressed in Black with a Black mask on.
Why, oh why? !
Why do you go against race, religion and language?
Why these killings?
Black mask,
Black outfit,
Black Motorcycle;
Why, oh why?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Ninety Miles An Hour (Down A Dead End Street)
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.
You belong to someone else, and I do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
I didn't want to want you, but now I have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All I hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
You're not free to belong to me
And you know I could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone.
Warning signs are flashing ev'ry where, but we pay no heed
'Stead of slowing down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's getting closer ev'ry time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Overbird
O = Once upon the midnight enter hurry
V = Verily the hurry worry enter scurry
E = Eerily or early bird of enter Poe
R = Raven is only one huge enter Crow
B = Better to see them from the
distance of the hour glasses with
thick lenses enter Tommy use your eye
I = Intense discussion rules get broken
enter time to turn the worm over
enter into the night
R = Roman Judges rule nothing enter Rome
not one stone standing of the Jewish enter
temple now
D = Describe the Vulture in the Temple its
got wings of darkness its got red eye
with long black enter nose this time
this poem enter perfect prose
poem by Charles Hice
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At times he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
He zips his leather jacket
looks life right into the eyes
and when his motorcycle breaks
he feels like putting it alight
but struggles on until it gets life again
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
When he stops at a traffic light
a street preacher shouts over a bullhorn
about the love of God which is endless,
but he doesn’t see God, just girls looking at him
even one with a baby in her arms
who asks almost inaudible
it he feels like screwing her
when he parks his motorcycle
at a shopping centre
and she gets out of the car next to him
placing the baby on the car’s seat
and bends over
as if she has lost her contact lenses
and he sees her hard big nipples
that appears braless, uncovered pink brown
making his male member awake, aflame.
He wonders if there are answers
in bodily pleasures,
if a person has to screw every beautiful thing
that comes your way
have to find pleasure, just where you can
and looks at the wind whirling leaves aimlessly,
people walking to and thro to cars
and the sexuality of the woman next to him
is like a living flame
and he wonders about the endless love of God
and bodily pleasure takes his shaking hands into hers
and her nearness goes like a thunder stroke through him
but it’s empty in him
and sometimes he is shattered, dumb from the impact of life
as if everything around him looses meaning
and existence is only for the here and now.
and his appetite for her is almost unstoppable.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Ninety Miles An Hour
ninety miles an hour
Words by h blair & d. robertson
Sung by bob dylan
I took you home from a party and we kissed in fun
A few stolen kisses and no harm was done
Instead of stopping when we could we went right on
Till suddenly we found that the brakes were gone.
You belong to someone else, and i do too
It's just crazy bein' here with you
As a bad motorcycle with the devil in the seat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
I didn't want to want you, but now i have no choice
It's too late to listen to that warning voice
All i hear is thunder of two hearts beat
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
You're not free to belong to me
And you know i could never be your own
Your lips on mine are like a sweet, sweet wine
But we're heading for a wall of stone.
Warning signs are flashing ev'ry where, but we pay no heed
'stead of slowing down the place, we keep a pickin' up speed
Disaster's getting closer ev'ry time we meet
Going ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Yeah, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street
Well, ninety miles an hour down a dead end street.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Woman In Black
I knew the moment
I walked through that door
I felt so close to a burning sensation
It got so warm
As I moved across the floor
My body aching with anticipation
I saw a dark silhouette, at the table
I tried to talk, but I was unable
She drew me in right under her spell
I was hypnotized by the sudden temptation
Of that woman in black, shes a mystery
Shes everything a woman should be
Woman in black, shes got a hold on me
Shes in control, she wont set me free
She is a woman
Shes not a girl anymore
The kind that stirs up a young mans imagination
Shes dressed to kill
And Im so ready to fall
Into her world full of strange fascination
I see that dark silhouette, at the table
I cant resist, my bodys not able
She draws me in, but she teaches me well
I never need any explanation
From that woman in black, shes a mystery
Shes everything a woman should be
I said, woman in black, got a hold on me
Shes in control, she wont set me free
Ooh, woman in black
Its too late now
I cant turn back
cause Im a fool for that woman
Woman in black
Ooh, ooh, woman in black
Ooh, that woman in black, shes a mystery
Shes everything a woman should be
That woman in black, shes got a hold on me
Shes in control, she wont set me free
Shes my mysterious mistress
But she leaves me so helpless
My woman in black
Shes a dark senorita
My woman in black
No sunday school teacher
My woman in black
Were keeping it a secret
We meet in the night
Were partners in silence
Strangers in daylight
song performed by by Foreigner
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My Motorcycle
i bought one in 1998.
i left it to the care of my
brother-in-law and it was
well taken-cared of. Shiny.
Then he broke his leg
because of the black dog
that crossed the street
early dawn when the
streets are still dark.
then my other sisters
and brothers claim that
they have rights over the
wheel, and the cover and
the steer. I keep my mouth
shut. And they were talking
about the prostitute,
how cheap she was, and
still roams the street at
night looking for her
prey. I think she is the
victim of a vampire.
and then everyone takes
a ride on my motorcycle
inventing the names of
the places they want
to go. I keep my mouth
shut. About the prostitute
about rights that were
not there.
and they ask me about
a name. Who? and they
demand the exact place
where she lives. But most
of them ask me: why?
i guess they know better.
but let me answer them
straight;
The motorcycle is
the prostitute and they
are the ones
who are cheap. They
cheat and i am the victim
and they are the
vampires.
do not ask me now.
i am in the middle of my anger.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sign On The Cross
by Bob Dylan
Now, I try, oh for so awf'ly long
And I just try to be.
And now, oh it's a gold mine
But it's so fine.
Yes, but I know in my head
That we're all so misled,
And it's that ol' sign on the cross
That worries me.
Now, when I was just a bawlin' child,
I saw what I wanted to be,
And it's all for the sake
Of that picture I should see.
But I was lost on the moon
As I heard that front door slam,
And that old sign on the cross
Still worries me.
Well, it's that old sign on the cross,
Well, it's that old key to the kingdom,
Well, it's that old sign on the cross
Like you used to be.
But, when I hold my head so high
As I see my ol' friends go by,
And it's still that sign on the cross
That worries me.
Well, it seems to be the sign on the cross. Ev'ry day,
ev'ry night, see the sign on the cross just layin' up
on top of the hill. Yes, we thought it might have
disappeared long ago, but I'm here to tell you, friends,
that I'm afraid it's lyin' there still. Yes, just a
little time is all you need, you might say, but I don't
know 'bout that any more, because the bird is here and
you might want to enter it, but, of course, the door might
be closed. But I just would like to tell you one time,
if I don't see you again, that the thing is, that the sign
on the cross is the thing you might need the most.
Yes, the sign on the cross
Is just a sign on the cross.
Well, there is some on every chisel
And there is some in the championship, too.
Oh, when your, when your days are numbered
And your nights are long,
You might think you're weak
But I mean to say you're strong.
Yes you are, if that sign on the cross,
If it begins to worry you.
Well, that's all right because sing a song
And all your troubles will pass right on through.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Contract In Love
written by Lamont Dozier, Janie Bradford, & Brian Holland
(c) 1962 Jobete Music Co., Inc. (ASCAP)
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign my contract on love
Baby, baby, sign it
Sign it
Sign it
Sign it
You say you love me
And I believe it's true
But before I let myself go
Here's what you've got to do
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
You've got to sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
My contract on love
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Write it in your heart
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
That you'll never do anything
To ever make us part
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Yeah, I know it may seem strange to you
Yeah, but I've lost a love so many times before
Yeah, and now that I know the score
No one's gonna hurt me no more
And I'm takin' all my chances with romances
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So just sign
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Right here on this dotted line
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Where it says you'll be mine, all mine
(You, you, you'd better sign it)
Until the end of time
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
So come on, come on, come on, and
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, right here on this line
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Yeah
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
(Sign it)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign, yeah
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
Sign my contract on love
(Baby, baby, sign my contract on love)
FADE
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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The Secret Of The Grail
What was magi mystery;
of mesmeric long-haired kings?
What was the mystery of the long-haired kings?
A secret the Cathars knew.
The Knights Templar their military arm,
did guard this secret well.
On pain of rack, through branding iron
And cruel thumb-screw,
they gritted teeth and suffered hell -
still none would tell.
The word San-Greal means Holy Grail
Sang-Real means of the blood.
A royal bloodline from the son -
heirs of a spirit pure and just.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Shes The One
With her killer graces and her secret places
That no boy can fill with her hands on her hips
Oh and that smile on her lips
Because she knows that it kills me
With her soft french cream
Standing in that doorway like a dream
I wish shed just leave me alone
Because french cream wont soften them boots
And french kisses will not break that heart of stone
With her long hair falling
And her eyes that shine like a midnight sun
Oh-o shes the one, shes the one
That thunder in your heart
At night when youre kneeling in the dark
It says youre never gonna leave her
But theres this angel in her eyes
That tells such desperate lies
And all you want to do is believe her
And tonight youll try just one more time
To leave it all behind and to break on through
Oh she can take you, but if she wants to break you
Shes gonna find out that aint so easy to do
And no matter where you sleep tonight or how far you run
Oh-o shes the one, shes the one
Oh-o and just one kiss
Shed fill them long summer nights
With her tenderness that secret pact you made
Back when her love could save you from the bitterness
Oh shes the one, oh shes the one
Oh shes the one, oh shes the one
Oh shes the one, oh shes the one
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Outlaw Man
I came out of the fifties
now that's when men were men
I am like the red red rooster,
always couping hens
I guess that I'm a rarity
some call a dying breed
I am a macho bronco stallion
call me Mr Seed
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
When you're talking Elvis,
well I saw him yesterday
He touched me on the shoulder
asked me if he could play
I buttered up my ducktail,
put on my long black drape
I polished up my Boneville
to make those girlies gape
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
the outlaw man
Solo
Jimmy Dean was riding next to me and Steve McQueen
And we're burning up the street now
And we're looking pretty mean
I'm not living in the past
and I'm not history
I'm here to set the records straight,
unlock this mystery
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm a rolling stone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
I'm one big bone
I'm a rocker
I'm a rocker
Motorcycle man
love don't fit in a can
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I am one of lifes miracles
I have my fate in my hands
I see my colours before me
I am the outlaw man
I'm the outlaw man
song performed by by Ufo
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Exhausted Rose
Motorcycle summer dawns,
Luna was magnificent in leather boots
Riding through avenues of flowers
In glorious yesterdays gone.
Laughter emanated from afternoon bars
While sexy gang kids in tattered jeans
And sacred t-shirts
Danced to urban beats on street corners.
There is too much time
For hospital stays
And suicidal departures
After love has faded
Like an exhausted rose.
There is no point
In a dream deferred for eternity
Or sexuality suppressed
For proper societal acceptance.
If you fail to live your romantic kiss,
It has been a perfumeless existence.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Trees Are Blabbermouths (Fun Poem 113)
A song on a south wind
whispers stories to the trees
of love affairs illicit
that no one should know,
but the trees are blabbermouths
telling anyone who’ll listen
all the secret that they know.
If you pass a tree one day
when its leaves are rustling
just listen and you will hear
the secrets it has been told
of love affairs illicit
that no one should know
because trees are blabbermouths.
They shout their words across the breeze
so everyone can hear.
If you have a secret
and want it to keep it that,
make sure the trees don’t hear
or that secret won’t be a secret
because the trees are blabbermouths.
14 March 2011
poem by David Harris
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Red Dragon Tattoo
Monday gonna take a ride on
The n train down to coney island
With the money I saved
Gonna get me engraved
Drink down a lot of basil hayden
Get kicked out when I cant see straight and
What an island can be on
Under the neon
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
I hear the man say you want to see the others
A mermaid and a heart that says mother
But I dont know from maritime
And I never did hard time
I brought a .38 special cd collection
Some bactine to prevent infection
And in case I get queasy
A photo of easy rider
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
Will you stop pretending Ive never been born
Now I look a little more like that guy from korn
If you came a little bit closer
Youd see it isnt painted on
Oh no no no
Red dragon tattoo
Is just about on me
I got it for you
So now do you want me
With nothing to prove
Will you be my honey, oh yeah
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
In you I confide
Red dragon tattoo
Im fit to be dyed
Am I fit to have you
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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