Robinson
The dog stops barking after Robinson has gone.
His act is over. The world is a gray world,
Not without violence, and he kicks under the grand piano,
The nightmare chase well under way.
The mirror from Mexico, stuck to the wall,
Reflects nothing at all. The glass is black.
Robinson alone provides the image Robinsonian.
Which is all of the room--walls, curtains,
Shelves, bed, the tinted photograph of Robinson's first wife,
Rugs, vases panatelas in a humidor.
They would fill the room if Robinson came in.
The pages in the books are blank,
The books that Robinson has read. That is his favorite chair,
Or where the chair would be if Robinson were here.
All day the phone rings. It could be Robinson
Calling. It never rings when he is here.
Outside, white buildings yellow in the sun.
Outside, the birds circle continuously
Where trees are actual and take no holiday.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Aspects Of Robinson
Robinson at cards at the Algonquin; a thin
Blue light comes down once more outside the blinds.
Gray men in overcoats are ghosts blown past the door.
The taxis streak the avenues with yellow, orange, and red.
This is Grand Central, Mr. Robinson.
Robinson on a roof above the Heights; the boats
Mourn like the lost. Water is slate, far down.
Through sounds of ice cubes dropped in glass, an osteopath,
Dressed for the links, describes an old Intourist tour.
—Here’s where old Gibbons jumped from, Robinson.
Robinson walking in the Park, admiring the elephant.
Robinson buying the Tribune, Robinson buying the Times. Robinson
Saying, “Hello. Yes, this is Robinson. Sunday
At five? I’d love to. Pretty well. And you?”
Robinson alone at Longchamps, staring at the wall.
Robinson afraid, drunk, sobbing Robinson
In bed with a Mrs. Morse. Robinson at home;
Decisions: Toynbee or luminol? Where the sun
Shines, Robinson in flowered trunks, eyes toward
The breakers. Where the night ends, Robinson in East Side bars.
Robinson in Glen plaid jacket, Scotch-grain shoes,
Black four-in-hand and oxford button-down,
The jeweled and silent watch that winds itself, the brief-
Case, covert topcoat, clothes for spring, all covering
His sad and usual heart, dry as a winter leaf.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Mrs. Robinson
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
We'd like to know a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you, Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
Where have you gone, Joe DiMaggio
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you (Woo, woo, woo)
What's that you say, Mrs. Robinson
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Mrs. Robinson
And heres to you Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa Whoa Whoa
God bless you sweet Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
We'd like to now a little bit about you for our files
We'd like to help you learn to help yourself
Look around you, all you see are sympathetic eyes
Stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
And here's to you Mrs. Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa Whoa Whoa
God bless you sweet Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey Hey Hey
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes,
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It' a little secret, just a Robinson affair,
But most of all you got to hide it from the kids
Koo Koo Ka-chu Mrs. Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Whoa Whoa Whoa
God Bless you sweet Mrs. Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray,
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
Sitting on a sofa on a Sunday afternoon,
Going to a candidate's debate
Laugh about it, shout about it when you got to choose,
Every way you look at it you'll lose
Where have you gone Joes D'Maggio?
Our nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Woo Woo Woo
What's that you say Mrs. Robinson?
You told me Joe has left and gone away
Hey Hey Hey
Hey Hey Hey
song performed by by Weezer
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Mrs. Robinson
and here's to you Mrs. Robinson
jesus loves you more than you will know wuwuwu
god bless you please Mrs. Robinson
heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey hey hey...hey hey hey
we like to know a little bit about you for our files
we like to help you learn to help yourself
look around youu all you see are sympathetic lies
stroll around the grounds until you feel at home
and here's to you Mrs. Robinson
jesus loves you more than you will know wuwuwu
god bless you please Mrs. Robinson
heaven holds a place for those who pray
hey hey hey...hey hey hey
Hide it in a hiding place where no one ever goes
Put it in your pantry with your cupcakes
It's a little secret, just the Robinsons' affair
Most of all, you've got to hide it from the kids
Coo, coo, ca-choo, Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know (Wo, wo, wo)
God bless you please, Mrs. Robinson
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
(Hey, hey, hey...hey, hey, hey)
sitting on a sofa on a sunday afternoon
Going to the candidates debate
Laugh about it, shout about it
When you've got to choose
Ev'ry way you look at it, you lose
where have you gone Joe Damajiou
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you wuwuwu
what's that you say
Mrs. robinson
Joe Damajiou has long left and gone away
hey hey hey hey hey hey
song performed by by Beatles
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Robinson was important to all blacks. To make it into the majors and to take all the name calling, he had to be something special. He had to take all this for years, not just for Jackie Robinson, but for the nation.
quote by Willie Mays
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Mrs.Robinson
And here's to
CHORUS 1:
|| G | Em | G | Em |
you, Mrs Robinson Jesus loves you more than you will
| C C/B | C/A C/G | D D/C | D/B D/A |
know Wo wo wo God bless you
| G | Em | G | Em |
please, Mrs Robinson Heaven holds a place for those who
| C C/B | C/A C/G | D D/C | D/B D/A |
pray Hey hey hey Hey hey
Riff #1................ Riff #1................
| E7 | | | ||
hey
VERSE 2: (use Riff #4b instead of Riff #4a)
We'd like to know
A little bit about you
For our files.
We'd like to help you learn
To help yourself.
Look around you, all you see are
Sympathetic eyes.
Stroll around the grounds
Until you feel at home.
CHORUS 2: (as before)
And here's to you,
Mrs Robinson
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo
God bless you please,
Mrs Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey,
Hey hey hey.
VERSE 3: (use Riff #4b)
Hide it in a hiding place
Where no one ever goes.
Put it in you pantry with your cupcakes.
It's a little secret,
Just the Robinsons' affair.
Most of all, you've got to
Hide it from the kids.
CHORUS 3: (as before)
Coo coo ca-choo,
Mrs Robinson,
Jesus loves you more than you will know
Wo wo wo.
God bless you please,
Mrs Robinson,
Heaven holds a place for those who pray
Hey hey hey,
Hey hey hey.
VERSE 4: (use Riff #4b)
Sitting on a sofa
On a Sunday afternoon.
Going to the candidates' debate.
Laugh about it,
Shout about it,
When you've got to choose,
Every way you look at it you lose.
CHORUS 4: (as before)
Where have you gone,
Joe DiMaggio?
A nation turns its lonely eyes to you
Ooo ooo ooo.
What's that you say,
Mrs Robinson?
Joltin' Joe has left and gone away
Hey hey hey,
Hey hey hey.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Robinson At Home
Curtains drawn back, the door ajar.
All winter long, it seemed, a darkening
Began. But now the moonlight and the odors of the street
Conspire and combine toward one community.
These are the rooms of Robinson.
Bleached, wan, and colorless this light, as though
All the blurred daybreaks of the spring
Found an asylum here, perhaps for Robinson alone,
Who sleeps. Were there more music sifted through the floors
And moonlight of a different kind,
He might awake to hear the news at ten,
Which will be shocking, moderately.
This sleep is from exhaustion, but his old desire
To die like this has known a lessening.
Now there is only this coldness that he has to wear.
But not in sleep.—Observant scholar, traveller,
Or uncouth bearded figure squatting in a cave,
A keen-eyed sniper on the barricades,
A heretic in catacombs, a famed roué,
A beggar on the streets, the confidant of Popes—
All these are Robinson in sleep, who mumbles as he turns,
“There is something in this madhouse that I symbolize—
This city—nightmare—black—”
He wakes in sweat
To the terrible moonlight and what might be
Silence. It drones like wires far beyond the roofs,
And the long curtains blow into the room.
poem by Weldon Kees
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Midnight From The Inside Out
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
You, with your fast and furlined mind
With your disregard of time, virtue, horizon
Here where the angels never sleep
Where the waters dark and deep
You breathe molasses
Chorus:
Midnight from the inside out
Turn around and they all fall down
Screaming red and the lights go out
Turn around and they all fall down
You, madness dripping from your tongue
While starting at the sun
You speak explosion
Up, with the flies around the moon
Needle, mirror, spoon and cotton candy
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Blue Room, The
We'll have a blue room
A new room for two room
Where ev'ry day's a holiday
Because you're married to me.
Not like a ballroom
A small room, A hall room
Where I can smoke my pipe away
With your wee head upon my knee.
We will thrive on, keep alive on
Just nothing but kisses
With Mister and Missus
On little blue chairs.
You sew your trousseau
And Robinson Crusoe
Is not so far from worldly cares
As our blue room far away upstairs
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Come On
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Are you feeling me groove ya
Do it get right to ya
Do it creep right on up in your bones
We be frightfully righteous and
If you dont like us man
Take your ear holes and go home
Bye bye go home
We got just what you need
We brought you the remedy
Chorus:
Come on come on
Lets get this thing started
Come on come on
Everyone
Come on come on
You know were right on it
Come on come on
Its on
We aint foolin we aint playin
Lay it down no complaining
Pick it up and break some for you
So get on up out your seat
Because you make this scene complete
And we really like to stick it to you
Yes we do
We got just what you need
Remember the remedy
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Losing My Mind
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Every time I fall
I bring you along
Because I need you there
Every time I leave
For my selfish things
I know Im wrong
No matter what I want to believe
Nothing like this comes easily
Chorus:
I love you, yes I love you
Even though I know I should stay away
Because I hate you, yes I hate you
Even though it looks like Im going to stay
And I think that Im losing my mind
My time in the dark
Was tearing me apart
And thats not okay
A man of blood and bones
Alone on his throne
Could walk away
Oh how your web has been spun
And Im out of my mind
And it aint no fun
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Miracle To Me
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
So come on off of your rooftop
Come on down to the street
Ive got something to tell you
Youre secret I will keep
Tell me why have you been crying
Why wont you look me in the eye
Im just trying to help you
I just need to know why
Please wont you let me try
Chorus:
Be my secret, be my joy
Be a miracle to me
Be my lover, be my friend
Be a miracle to me
I want to sleep in your moonglow
In my mind youre smile I keep
Head over heels I go
Like a dream from a peaceful sleep
This time I know Im in deep
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Tied Up And Swallowed
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
I forgot i found you tied up and swallowed
A mess with the magic and the knot
You touch my teeth and say you like the way i bite ya
Sin, skin, sounds wrong but it's not
Chorus:
Everybody says that you're such a pity
Well baby, they, they out to know
Everybody says you're such a pity
Tell ya baby, they, they out to know
Touch from up above and touch between your legs
But which one, baby, burns
So you've been touched so many times so many ways
Come on baby, who gets hurt
Chorus
See ya
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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I ain't never liked violence.
quote by Sugar Ray Robinson
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Live Too Fast Blues/mercy Sweet Moan
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Well I dream of a lady
Like an angel comes to me
And she cools me with water
Cause Im scared of the heat
But when Im gone lord have mercy on me
When Im gone lord have mercy on me
Well I once held my promise
In the palm of my hand
And the twelve unopened letters
I should rest baby when I can ?
When Im gone lord have mercy on me
When Im gone lord have mercy, baby on me
Yeah when Im gone lord have mercy on me
Yeah when Im gone lord have mercy, oh, on me
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Tied Up & Swallowed
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
I forgot I found you tied up and swallowed
A mess with the magic and the knot
You touch my teeth and say you like the way I bite ya
Sin, skin, sounds wrong but its not
Chorus:
Everybody says that youre such a pity
Well baby, they, they out to know
Everybody says youre such a pity
Tell ya baby, they, they out to know
Touch from up above and touch between your legs
But which one, baby, burns
So youve been touched so many times so many ways
Come on baby, who gets hurt
Chorus
See ya
Chorus
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the dumbest of you all?
quote by Anne Robinson
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Relating To Robinson
Somewhere in Chelsea, early summer;
And, walking in the twilight toward the docks,
I thought I made out Robinson ahead of me.
From an uncurtained second-story room, a radio
Was playing There’s a Small Hotel; a kite
Twisted above dark rooftops and slow drifting birds.
We were alone there, he and I,
Inhabiting the empty street.
Under a sign for Natural Bloom Cigars,
While lights clicked softly in the dusk from red to green,
He stopped and gazed into a window
Where a plaster Venus, modeling a truss,
Looked out at Eastbound traffic. (But Robinson,
I knew, was out of town: he summers at a place in Maine,
Sometimes on Fire Island, sometimes the Cape,
Leaves town in June and comes back after Labor Day.)
And yet, I almost called out, “Robinson!”
There was no chance. Just as I passed,
Turning my head to search his face,
His own head turned with mine
And fixed me with dilated, terrifying eyes
That stopped my blood. His voice
Came at me like an echo in the dark.
“I thought I saw the whirlpool opening.
Kicked all night at a bolted door.
You must have followed me from Astor Place.
An empty paper floats down at the last.
And then a day as huge as yesterday in pairs
Unrolled its horror on my face
Until it blocked—” Running in sweat
To reach the docks, I turned back
For a second glance. I had no certainty,
There in the dark, that it was Robinson
Or someone else.
The block was bare. The Venus,
Bathed in blue fluorescent light,
Stared toward the river. As I hurried West,
The lights across the bay were coming on.
The boats moved silently and the low whistles blew.
poem by Weldon Kees
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The way we're going... if I called up another pitcher, he'd just hang up the phone on me.
quote by Frank Robinson
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Lickin
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Your eyes they look like two bullet holes
And you dont ever say maybe
You knock me out with the way you talk
I like the way you say baby
You want a mouthful of scorpio
Yeah, but my poison be tasty
You bite my finger and say control
You wont let me be lazy
Chorus:
Night and day like a mule Im kickin
Girl you gonna catch a lickin
Fire out of the mouths of babes
Got you actin so crazy
Doorknob queen of the underage
Got me rantin and ravin
See the bruise you left on my page
Now the games getting tricky
Left alone in my own parade
While the bomb just keeps tickin
Chorus
Do you want to do it all with me
Do you want to scream and bleed for me
You can have all of me, all of me
Your teeth taste just like razorblades
Yeah you got my tongue ready
You fill me up with your politics
And leave me so heavy
song performed by by Black Crowes
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