Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XIX
And still the music sounded near and near,
Loud and more loud on Adrian's nuptial way,
Preluding soft, as 'twere a dulcimer,
But gathering strength and volume with delay,
And sadness too. In truth, as strange a chaunt
As ever bridegroom's ear might choose to know,
Or lover's voice to listening lover vaunt,
(Thus Adrian argued in his dream) for, lo,
The dirge resolved itself to words of pain,
And ``Miserere mei Domine''
Became the burden of its dolorous strain,
Till the love faded from Natalia's glee,
And with a sudden shudder in the sun
Adrian awoke and his brave dream was done.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVI
Among the rest ('twas thus his dream went on
While Adrian slept) in more than courteous mood
And smiling welcome, fairer scarce was none,
That noble knight Natalia's husband stood,
A gentle man whom of a truth in life,
Alas for jealous youth and wit too keen!
Adrian loved little though he loved his wife,
But now beheld as the most blest of men,--
Because Natalia was not dead, he thought,
Seeing him thus unconscious of all grief,--
And in that cloudless face where pain was not
Adrian found omen to his soul's relief,
And looked beyond if haply he should see
Her face too following fixed in constancy.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XVIII
Nor were the rest astonished. Even he,
Natalia's lord, in all complacent grace
Looked on approving of her act when she
Stepped forward with her face to Adrian's face,
And touched his lips and told him of the truth
How all was ended now of her old life,
With the sad barrier that had marred their youth:
Husband no longer and no longer wife,
Natalia had grown free. Then the proud lover
Gave thanks to God and took her arm in his,
Fearless how now their love they should discover
To any anger of suspicious eyes,
And led her forth his bride before them all
With solemn music to the banquet--hall.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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St. Adrian
to St. Adrian I give thanks
the dead leader of dead Roman ranks
a silent prayer to the Roman man
that calm man like deadly white hands
his steadfast wife even locked her door
when she thought he was like her no more
so a prayer to Adrian, saint of knights
a St. only after the lion beasts rites
to him be a morsel of honor, be it true
not more flames or a blunt corkscrew
to Saint Adrian I give thanks
the dead leader of dead Roman ranks
enter the night of Adrianus Incarsaurus
the holy, now, of Rome...MARTYR US!
to Saint Adrian, the saint, the beast
oh cover us, Adrian, from Abaddon and the beast
to Saint Adrian I give thanks
the dead leader of dead Roman ranks
sing your hymn with the name on your lips
or simply, silently 'Adrian' in felt tips
to him be a morsel of honor, be it true
not more flames, or unjust undo
to the leader of dead Roman ranks
to St. Adrian I give thanks
poem by Michael Cook
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXIV
And, feeling round him, lo, upon the mould
A pick and spade cast down by accident.
And Adrian laughed when in those engines cold
He guessed the furtherers of his heart's intent.
And all night through he wrought with them in rage,
As miners do who know the prize at hand.
Blest Adrian! Now thy lips thou shalt engage
In the full solace thy long love has planned.
Her face is near thee. Speed thee on thy task.
Her breast's fair purity is thine to kiss.
She shall not now deny though thou shouldst ask
Her whole soul's prize in ransom of thy bliss.
Thrice happy Adrian! See, thy hands have slid
Trembling on thy Natalia's coffin lid.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XX
Oh, pitiful awaking! What was Adrian's pleasure,
That it had earned for him such bitterness?
What his soul's pride that its new tender measure
Should find its echo in a dirge like this?
The chaunters chaunting slow were sable priests
Robed for a requiem; the laughters clear,
Women that wept; the untasted marriage feasts,
Death's banquet spread, and she upon the bier,
Natalia's self in her white robe of death,
Mourned by the hard eyes of unfriendly men,
And with them he, her husband, with set teeth
And visage pale which ne'er should smile again
In any welcome. Adrian neither moved
Nor spoke, but gazed upon the form he loved.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet II
'Twas thus with my Natalia, suppliant soul,
Who loved young Adrian to her heart's despite,
And loved him dearly, yet could not cajole
Her fears of ill nor use her woman's right
To grant his wish, but ever put away
The sweet fulfilment of each day's desire
To a new to--morrow void as yesterday.
Adrian in vain, with wild hopes high and higher,
Essayed to make her convert to his creed.
No laggard he to do, devise or dare.
But still she failed him ever at his need,
And still she gave but tears to his heart's prayer.
And days and nights went cheerless for them both,
And not a flower was gathered of love's troth.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Adrian (feat. Elvis Costello)
Adrian - don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering.
And the world is slowly dawning
To wake up to a new clear morning.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off, page by page...
Adrian don't you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
It's better if you try to stop remembering.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping
While your fears are in their keeping.
All the planet's making haste
To blow to bits in outer space...
Adrian - don't you understand
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Adrian
Adrian - dont you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
Its better if you try to stop remembering.
And the world is slowly dawning
To wake up to a new clear morning.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off, page by page...
Adrian dont you understand?
Fools like us are always dreaming.
And when you go to bed
And cover up your head
Its better if you try to stop remembering.
Some of them just half your age
Get written off page by page...
And the world is softly sleeping
While your fears are in their keeping.
All the planets making haste
To blow to bits in outer space...
Adrian - dont you understand?
song performed by by Eurythmics
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Lover Be Thy Name
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name I say
Hey, hey, hey lover
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
Everyday when the sun goes down
And all alone I face the night
I thinkof you and all that you've been
To me you've torn away a hole in my life
Don't try to be my sister, my mother, my friend
Cause it would never ever be the same
Hey, hey, hey
Lover be thy name
In the Middle of the night
Lover be thy name
In the middle of the night
Lover be thy name
Go live your life and I'll try live mine
But baby, if you see me out on the street
Walk away, turn away
Don'tlook in my eyes
Till I get my heart back on my feet
Don't wanna be your brother or the
Shoulder you lean on
Just to ease the burning pain
When I Call you there's no answer
When I had your love
I didn't know the words to say
Those words to make you stay
I should have said
Lover, lover
Lover be thy name
song performed by by Haddaway
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Music Man
Let it rain music,
to give a lover's dream,
of a dreamer's love,
with a music man,
not only creating
melodies and sounds,
to attract searching souls,
in an un-tried aspiration,
when a dreamer's dream,
as musically inspired,
by skin-thin covers,
on self identity,
until a man's voice,
brings truth,
in a dreamer's pain in want for love,
I cry at night,
and desire soon overcomes
a man's dream,
as music becomes memory
when the thought to forget
a considered love,
unquestioned in shyness,
of my own doubt,
in the reason to search,
and since I have given up
and this music man,
walking alone,
was only wanting my word,
to make it rain.
poem by David Solomon
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A Cure for Wellness [trailer 2]
Mia Goth, Dane DeHaan, Jason Isaacs, Celia Imrie, Susanne Wuest, Lisa Banes, Carl Lumbly, Adrian Schiller, Natalia Bobrich
by Justin Haythe from A Cure for Wellness (2017)
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A Cure for Wellness
Mia Goth, Dane DeHaan, Jason Isaacs, Celia Imrie, Susanne Wuest, Lisa Banes, Carl Lumbly, Adrian Schiller, Natalia Bobrich
by Justin Haythe from A Cure for Wellness (2017)
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Lover Lover Lover
I asked my father,
I said, father change my name.
The one Im using now its covered up
With fear and filth and cowardice and shame.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
He said, I locked you in this body,
I meant it as a kind of trial.
You can use it for a weapon,
Or to make some woman smile.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Then let me start again, I cried,
Please let me start again,
I want a face thats fair this time,
I want a spirit that is calm.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
I never never turned aside, he said,
I never walked away.
It was you who built the temple,
It was you who covered up my face.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
And may the spirit of this song,
May it rise up pure and free.
May it be a shield for you,
A shield against the enemy.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me,
Yes and lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover, lover come back to me.
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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My Dream Lover
I saw you in m dream last night,
Bu i am three years older than you are;
I saw you in my dream last night,
But you were three years younger than i am;
My dream lover where are you?
You were so beautiful in my dream,
What is your name my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night,
Where do you come from my dream lover?
Beauty do bath you all over and,
I want to know your house number;
What is your telephone number my dream lover?
I saw you in my dream last night and,
I do hope to meet you soon.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Natalia’s Resurrection: Sonnet XXX
Thus was Natalia loved and lost and won.
Some say that Adrian, having gained the goal
Of his long hopes, and being of those who run
Too lightly for their constancy of soul,
Or finding maybe that in spite of fate
She he had saved from death was ill at ease,
And halted still in doubt 'twixt this and that,
Grudging her frightened soul its ecstasies,
At a high feast in presence of her kin
Gave back Natalia to her husband's care:
A fair resolve, mayhap, and lesser sin,
If that sin be which love hath made so fair.
Yet do I doubt me all so blindly ended,
Since both from Adam were and Eve descended.
poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Inconsolable longing
Inconsolable longing
Restless heart why yearn
The way not taken,
Love in the spring
Scent of flowers unseen
Seldom lasts the winter
Words left unspoken
Silence unkind silence
Burning bridges
Before they are crossed
Loves promise arrested
A beautiful sadness
Rose that never blooms
Seeds unsown love unknown
Distracted we glance away
Searching for tomorrow
Betraying the now
Of inconsolable longing
Love is not in the possessing
Nor moulding or changing
Dream wishes fade in time
Forever out of reach
To experience Joy is Joy
We cannot cling to it
Or call it to our side
Often surprised by Joy
We seek to mimic or bind
Such Beautiful sadness
Discovered in the moment,
Being and becoming is joy
Echoes the melody unheard
Beyond the beyondness
An inconsolable longing
Affirms we are strangers
In a strange world
Longing for home
Light of wisdom…
Whispers…
Come.
poem by Adrian Wait
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Song for a Beautiful Girl Petrolpump Attendant on the Motorway
I wanted your soft verges
But you gave me the hard shoulder..
poem by Adrian Henri
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The Musicians
The strings of my heart were strung by Pleasure,
And I laughed when the music fell on my ear,
For he and Mirth played a joyful measure,
And they played so loud that I could not hear
The wailing and mourning of souls a-weary -
The strains of sorrow that floated around,
For my heart's notes rang out loud and cheery,
And I heard no other sound.
Mirth and Pleasure, the music brothers,
Played louder and louder in joyful glee;
But sometimes a discord was heard by others -
Though only the rhythm was heard by me.
Louder and louder, faster and faster
The hands of the brothers played strain on strain,
When all of a sudden a Mighty Master
Swept them aside; and Pain,
Pain, the musician, the soul-refiner,
Restrung the strings of my quivering heart,
And the air that he played was a plaintive minor,
So sad that the tear-drops were forced to start;
Each note was an echo of awful anguish,
As shrill as solemn, as sharp as slow,
And my soul for a reason seemed to languish
And faint with its weight of woe.
With skilful hands that were never weary,
This Master of Music played strain on strain,
And between the bars of the miserere,
He drew up the strings of my heart again,
And I was filled with a vague, strange wonder,
To see that they did not snap in two.
'They are drawn so tight, they will break assunder, '
I thought, but instead, they grew,
In the hands of the Master, firmer and stronger;
And I could hear on the stilly air -
Now my ears were deafened by Mirth no longer -
The sound of sorrow, and grief, and despair;
And my soul grew kinder and tender to others,
My nature grew sweeter, my mind grew broad,
And I held all men to be my brothers,
Linked by the chastening rod.
My soul was lifted to God and heaven,
And when on my heart-strings fell again
The hands of Mirth, and Pleasure, even,
There was never a discord to mar the strain.
For Pain, the musician, and soul-refiner,
Attuned the strings with a master hand,
And whether the music be major or minor,
It is always sweet and grand.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Pete's Music City
Well
Northern Georgia, highway 41,
Beside the carpet mill and the gas station
There was a music store, slash radio shack
With the sound of dreamers jamming in the back
Well we rocked all night and we rolled all day
We never bought nothin but we sure did play
The music was loud and the girls were pretty
There was always some magic down at Petes Music City
We had electric guitars just a gathering dust
And a chrome mic stand with just a little bit of rust
And a couple of amps with the volume on 10
When the last bell rings thats when the music begins
And we rocked all night
And we rolled all day
We never bought nothin but we sure did play
The music was loud and the girls were pretty
There was always some magic down at Petes music city
Well the years have been long, and they aint been kind
And they say all thats left is the old faded sign
But the musics still ringing loud in my heart
Down at Petes Music City where I got my start
Well we rocked all night
And we rolled all day
We never bought nothin but we sure did play
The music was loud and the girls were pretty
There was always some magic down at Petes Music City
We rocked all night and we rolled all day
We never bought nothin but we sure did play
The music was loud and the girls were pretty
There was always some magic down at Petes Music City
song performed by by Alabama
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More Than A Dream
For those who are in love
Im with you babies
How can it be that we feel this way
For those who are a bluff
I fear you ladies how can you treat little me this way
Its a drug that brings you pleasure and pain
Its a love that leaves you crying in the rain
Yeah Im your lover oh Im your lover
A ring a ling ting a ling lover
A sing a ling ting a ling lover
How can it be when youre with me baby
You feel the same way as me
I hope youre not a bluff cos I need you baby
Do you feel the same way as me
Theres an invisible contact between us
A hope and a dream that the words the poets
Have been writing are real
More than a dream
More than just a sex machine
But a lover
song performed by by Simply Red
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