The Right Sort
We have hustled that litter in Heatherlie Whin,
Two crouch in the bracken, two dodge in the corn,
But the fifth one as swift as the shadow of sin
Was away when he heard the first note of the horn.
He skimmed the broad meadow in front of us all
With his brush in the air and his mask to the moor,
Looking back with a grin from the top of the wall
Ere he dropped to the heather cool, safe, and secure.
His brothers and sisters will fall by the way;
They'll be harried and headed and chopped in a ride;
But this one will live for a galloping day
And lead us and pound us and scatter us wide.
Let him travel! – a good one. We’ll meet him again
When the fields in the dusk of December are dressed;
We shall need all our courage to follow him then,
When he steals o’er the open, a fox of the best.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Hope The Hornblower
'Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
Sluggards, awake, and front the morn!
Hark ye, hark to the winding horn;
The sun's on meadow and mill.
Follow me, hearts that love the chase;
Follow me, feet that keep the pace:
Stirrup to stirrup we ride, we ride,
We ride by moor and hill.'
Huntsman, huntsman, whither away?
What is the quarry afoot to-day?
Huntsman, huntsman, whither away,
And what the game ye kill?
Is it the deer, that men may dine?
Is it the wolf that tears the kine?
What is the race ye ride, ye ride,
Ye ride by moor and hill?
'Ask not yet till the day be dead
What is the game that's forward fled,
Ask not yet till the day be dead
The game we follow still.
An echo it may be, floating past;
A shadow it may be, fading fast:
Shadow or echo, we ride, we ride,
We ride by moor and hill'
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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Tell It All Brother
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
How much you're holding back on me
When you say you're giving all?
And in the dungeons of your mind
Who you got chained to the wall?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Did you plant your feet on higher ground
To avoid life's mud and stone?
Did you ever kick a good man
When he was down, just to make yourself feel strong?
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters
Tell it all.
Tomorrow just might be too late
Now is the time
To get your jumbled mind straight
And seek a new design.
Did you ever walk for a crippled man
Pretending you were lame?
And what made you think one feeble hand to God
Was gonna make him call your name?
Tell it all brother and sisters
Tell, Tell it all
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all brothers and sisters, tell
Tell it all brother, before we fall
Tell it all...
song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Huntsman's Horse
The galloping seasons have slackened his pace,
And stone wall and timber have battered his knees
It is many a year since he gave up his place
To live out his life in comparative ease.
No more does he stand with his scarlet and white
Like a statue of marble girth deep in the gorse;
No more does he carry the Horn of Delight
That called us to follow the huntsman's old horse.
How many will pass him and not understand,
As he trots down the road going cramped in his stride,
That he once set the pace to the best in the land
Ere they tightened his curb for a lady to ride!
When the music begins and a right one's away,
When hoof-strokes are thudding like drums on the ground,
The old spirit wakes in the worn-looking grey
And the pride of his youth comes to life at a bound.
He leans on the bit and he lays to his speed,
To the winds of the open his stiffness he throws,
And if spirit were all he'd be up with the lead
Where the horse that supplants him so easily goes.
No double can daunt him, no ditch can deceive,
No bank can beguile him to set a foot wrong,
But the years that have passed him no power can retrieve-
To the swift is their swiftness, their strength to the strong!
To the best of us all comes a day and a day
When the pace of the leaders shall leave us forlorn,
So we'll give him a cheer - the old galloping grey -
As he labours along to the lure of the Horn.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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To One of our wounded
Old Man, by your broad contented grin
And the gleam in your quiet eyes,
You are back with 'Jorrocks' and 'Binjimin'
In the land where the good fun lies;
You are riding where rifles reach you not
On a line both safe and sure
From the meet at the 'Cat and Custard Pot'
To the kill on Wandermoor.
In vain do the cannon of memory call
From the Flanders fields forlorn,
When you hear by the stacks of Barley Hall
The twang of the ''ard un's' horn;
And little you reck of a broken thigh
And a bandaged arm to boot,
When the old comedian canters by
On his 'henterpriseless brute.'
For, back to you comes each sound and sight
At a touch of the magic pen,
Till you take your place in the old first flight,
With a lead on the grass again,
And Surtees, the sage with the jester's art,
Would be proud had he lived to know
He had brightened an hour for your gallant heart
With the ring of his 'Tally-ho!'
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Wide Open
I used to stand in my doorstep
I used to dance in the rain
I used to cast out wishes
That never came back again
I used to sit in my garden
With pretty maids in a row
Silver bells and cockle shells
Waiting to see where we're goin'
Wide Open for anything
Anything love would bring
Wide Open for anything
Anything and everything
Same old scenery
Made me real confused
Tired of the same old feeling
Of being lost and used
I follow lonely footprints
To see where they would lead
Dreaming that they would take me
Where I want to be
Wide Open for anything
Anything love would bring
Wide Open for anything
Anything and everything
An air of confidence
Is now in my stride
I swing my shoulders gently
My hips from side to side
Now I live in the moment
Where there are no regrets
Now I keep my head up
With nothing to forget
Wide Open for anything
Anything love would bring
Wide Open for anything
Anything and everything
song performed by by Cyndi Lauper
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The Easter Show
The station wagon
Stood outside our house
Running on low
As we all piled out of the house
Mum and dad in the front
Older brothers and sisters
In the middle
And us little ones
Stuffed in the back
All waiting to go to
The Easter Show
All in our Sunday best
We waited patiently
As Dad locked up the house
Sister's giggling
Brothers trying to look cool
And us little ones
Jumping and shouting
HURRY UP DAD
Then mum hushing us
As dad headed towards the car
You could feel the eagerness
As we sat and waited
In anticipation of the ride
As we headed out
To the Easter Show
Then it came into view
As we all sat in awe
Of the coloured bright lights
Of the ferries wheel spinning
Of the roller coaster moving
So fast in the wind
Of the clowns in abundance
Handing out balloons
Lollipops and Candy floss
All junk food of sin
Patiently we waited
For the door to be opened
To run and have fun
At the Easter show
The best part of all
Was the laughter and fun
As from rides to machines
With glee we would run
Each of us begging
For a penny to have fun
With a smile and nod
Mum and Dad would say yes
As we shouted with glee
Onwards we ran let's have fun
In the sun at the old Easter show
Oh those were the days
Of what a rare treat for us
It came once a year
At the Easter Show
poem by Kaila George
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Shadow Dancer
I am back in the circus
oh hustling days
I look at the world
in a rose coloured haze
Cramp tight bodies
jive and girate
Bump and grind to the rhythm of fate
And we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Married a model
from old Hong Kong
Came to England
just a singing my song
This love in a letter
sure didn't last
Stamped her passport
never saw her arse
And we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Solo
Unlucky in life,
unlucky in love
No special blessing from above
Fools and horses
come to my door
I am the stranger
who sleeps on the floor
we spun in the sunlight
Of our long summers day
We kissed the heavens now
It's still a beautiful day
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
My hammer headed friends
and the puppet girls call
Back on my wall
shadow dancer
The dance is coming back,
back in my world
song performed by by Ufo
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Man Watches And Sees
Man watches you hide behind
your shadow.
Why do you think you need to
to hide?
No man should want to hide
along side or behind his
shadow.
Stand up and show your
face to man.
Your life will still travel on.
And your shadow, will
follow behind.
No shadow can stay still
even at your will.
You are, your shadow of you..
You'll always travel together
It'll be forever.
No man can travel without
his shadow.
As long as there is light
from earth or man made.
Then you will always travel along
with your shadow
poem by Gayle Anne Goff
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Where You Lead
(Carole King/Toni Stern)
Wanting you the way I do
I only want to be with you
And I would go
To the ends of the earth
Cause, darling
To me thats what
Youre worth
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
If youre out on the road
Feeling lonely, and so cold
All you have to do is call my name
And Ill be there on the next train
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need me to be with you
I will follow where you lead
I always wanted a real home
With flowers in the window sill
But if you want to live in New York City
Honey, you know I will
I never thought I could get satisfaction
From just one man
If anyone can keep me happy
Youre the one who can
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow
Where you lead, I will follow
Anywhere that you tell me to
If you need, you need to be with you
I will follow where you lead
Oh, yes I will
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
Im gonna follow where you lead
Oh, Im gonna follow where you lead
I will follow
I will follow
Oh, yes I will
song performed by by Faith Hill
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Facist Groove Thang
(Everybody move to prove the groove)
Have you heard it on the news
About this fascist groove thang
Evil men with racist views
Spreading all across the land
Don't just sit there on your ass
Unlock that funky chaindance
Brothers, sisters shoot your best
We don't need this fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we don't need this fascist groove thang
History will repeat itself
Crisis point we're near the hour
Counterforce will do no good
Hot you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europe's an unhappy land
They've had their fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we don't need this fascist groove thang
Democrats are out of power
Across that great wide ocean
Reagan's president elect
Fascist god in motion
Generals tell him what to do
Stop your good time dancing
Train their guns on me and you
Fascist thang advancing
Brothers, sisters, we don't need this fascist groove thang
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by the throat
And throw it in the ocean
You're real tonight you move my soul
Let's cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake that fascist groove thang
(Shake it!)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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No Hiding Place
No hiding Place
Shadow, shadow on the wall why did you disappear? Now I can’t go into
the bathroom to see if I’m here. Look at the map of Rumania, think of Dracula
switch on more light; and remember I have no garlic cloves. Look up Norway,
on the Google map, such a pleasant country, peace loving people,
the plods carry no guns and you can ask them for direction and they will tell
you where to go should you be as stupid as get lost in their quaint little towns.
But I also see a man dressed in fantasy uniform, walking around a lake island
killing children like they should be rabbits infected with myxomatosis and
it must be stopped before it spreads to people on the mainland.
The shadow on the wall is back looks familiar I wave the shadow waves back.
I’m safe in my tiny Portuguese village, but for how long?
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Mirror Mirror On The Wall
she turn to him for his thoughts,
even a simple whisper,
anything she said would do
to break up this silence
between us two,
but she heard nothing
than headed on home
feeling lonely on her own,
saying to her self i wanting his love,
needing his touch and all i got
was nothing much,
than she headed to the mirror starting to cry
saying mirror, mirror, on the wall
am i not pretty, and cute
at lease I think i am, i can also be funny
if given the chance, maybe that would bring me
some of his sweet romance, so please
me mirror, mirror on the wall won't you answer me
but all she heard was nothing not even from him,
and the others got something so she believe
as she mumbles quietly saying as she leaves
am i not pretty enough for him?
or am i just another face to him?
or do i take up to much space for him?
oh mirror, mirror on the wall please help me,
because he act's different around me
when i ring his door, is the other one going
out the back door? he said no, but i say yes
i think i'm pretty sure i said,
oh mirror mirror on the wall
i'm asking you once more
what do you think?
and once again please tell me
if i'm pretty enough for him,
and if you can't say yes or any thing
than can you at lease give me the courage
of what i'm about to do,
and can you keep my finger steady
and talk me through when i say i'm ready,
and please for give me for the mess
i'm about to make
in my last step i'm gonna take,
poem by Bruce Martone
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Our Heritage
This is our heritage; the far-flung grass,
The golden stubble and the dark-red moor;
Men pass and perish as the swift years pass,
But wide and wind-swept still the fields endure.
This is our heritage; the love of sport,
A fair ambition and a friendly strife,
The rivalry of farm and camp and court,
The keen endeavour of a clean, hard life.
The hoofs of horses on the trampled lea,
The crash and rattle of the broken rail
Where the first flight ride reckless, knee to knee,
And bold men face the dangers of the vale.
The cry of hounds, the holloa and the horn ;
The lean red shadows where the foxes run;
To these and all their challenge we were born,
And these we leave behind us, sire to son.
This is the heritage that none can take,
The gift we hold, the gift we give again,
And this the spirit that no Time can break,
So long as England and her fields remain.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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Follow Your Heart
follow your heart let your senses guide you look up at yonder brightness of star from a far see darkness then give away to daylight treasure every moment every fresh breathe every lil bit o sunlight feel the goodness the greatness the light and warmth let your heart beat think not of future or past but of olden times in which made you the happiest of most think not of sad times for they are gone done and over headr to the future with arms wide open go north, east, south where u want do whatever u wish be whatever u want dream on and go let night fall descend upon all the land and shroud the world in darkness for tonight the stars shine brightly and twinkle like big blue diamonds far away they shine in time and space and wait for you to explore there wonders for what u wonder where you'll goto what you 'll do only you and destiny can await oneanother sumwhere down in the distant road in whcih you travel paths will com to you options of this or that what direction you will go what you'll do and what on ur journey will happen success is only measureed as much as you are willin to travel go far and do amazing things be a leader or lead yourself for only u can do what you'll do follow into darkness go through distant fields where blue and red poppies flow in the wind the soft cold breeze feels good on your face keeps you alert and on yer toes go far and succeed or dont succeed for only you'll do what you wanna or do it for sumoen esle but in the end the choice is always yours your own so whatever you do follow your heart do it for good or bad orwhatever for only you know your own limits so follow your hearts
poem by Dorian Suchelle
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A Song Of Exmoor
The Forest above and the Combe below,
On a bright September morn!
He's the soul of a clod who thanks not God
That ever his body was born!
So hurry along, the stag's afoot,
The Master's up and away!
Halloo! Halloo! we'll follow it through
From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
So hurry along, the stag's afoot,
The Master's up and away!
Halloo! Halloo! we'll follow it through
From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
Hark to the tufters' challenge true,
'Tis a note that the red-deer knows!
His courage awakes, his covert he breaks,
And up for the moor he goes!
He's all his rights and seven on top,
His eye's the eye of a king,
And he'll beggar the pride of some that ride
Before he leaves the ling!
Here comes Antony bringing the pack,
Steady! he's laying them on!
By the sound of their chime you may tell that it's time
To harden your heart and be gone.
Nightacott, Narracott, Hunnacott's passed,
Right for the North they race:
He's leading them straight for Blackmoor Gate,
And he's setting a pounding pace!
We're running him now on a breast-high scent,
But he leaves us standing still;
When we swing round by Westland Pound
He's far up Challacombe Hill.
The pack are a string of struggling ants,
The quarry's a dancing midge,
They're trying their reins on the edge of the Chains
While he's on Cheriton Ridge.
He's gone by Kittuck and Lucott Moor,
He's gone by Woodcock's Ley;
By the little white town he's turned him down,
And he's soiling in open sea.
So hurry along, we'll both be in,
The crowd are a parish away!
We're a field of two, and we've followed it through
From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
So hurry along, we'll both be in,
The crowd are a parish away!
We're a field of two, and we've followed it through
From Bratton to Porlock Bay!
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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To My Brothers & Sisters Adrift in Troubled Times This Poem of the Moon.
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.
My heritage lost through disorder and famine,
My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward,
My fields and gardens wrecked by the war,
My own flesh and blood become scum of the street,
I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose,
I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn:
I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down
For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.
A Few Blocks Away From Thirty-Five
Your name must be Heather?
Because your face,
Seems locked into a jeer.
As if bad weather...
Has left you more than moised.
Your name must be Heather?
You must have been expecting someone,
Dressed in leather?
Or silk...
With a smooth grin.
Your name must be Heather,
The one who claims to have matched my profile...
With an unleashing of my wildest dreams.
But Heather?
You are a few years older than nineteen.
And it has been a long time,
Since I was a rich man at thirty-two!
That was thirty-one years ago, Heather.
And I am sure back then,
You were all of twenty-two.
Your name must be Heather?
Because your face,
Seems locked into a jeer.
As if bad weather...
Has left you more than moised.
You can unthaw in here.
You don't have to look as if you are shocked!
Yes,
You are correct.
This 'is' my natural voice.
And I am a few blocks away from thirty-five.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Iceberg
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Iceberg-Ive fallen in love with an
Iceberg-its only the tip of the
Iceberg-Ive heard that its cool
I got class, I got style
But once in a while out on the town
I must go
Youd better wash out your zone
Watch out you stone bone headed woman
Watch out you bone headed man
Iceberg-its freezin over second avenue
Theres not a thing that you can
Iceberg-its comin over second avenue
Youd better believe theres nothin
You can do about it
I was an orphan and I couldnt help it
Ive been in and out of trouble
Ever since they left me in a basket
On the freeway
Its me thats been doggin your shadow
Its me thats been a shadowin your dog
You got me hung up lock and stock and barrel
Ill always be behind you in the fog
So you better not annoy me
Or Ill do somethin that I might regret
Youd better not annoy me or Ill do
Somethin that you wont forget in a hurry
And I might be back for some sloppy seconds
Youve heard me heavy breathing on the telephone
My word they say that Im belongin
In a home for crazy people
But you know I dont belong there
I was an orphan and I couldnt help it
Id been in and out of trouble
Ever since they left me
In a basket on the freeway
Lie lie lie etc
Die die die etc
Hooray hooray ha ha ha
Hooray ha ha ha
Get down get down get down get down
Theres really not a lot that you can do
Lay down lay down lay down lay down
Theres really not a lot that you can do
Theres really not a lot that you can do
And I might be back for sloppy seconds
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
Life is a roller coaster that we all ride
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Fascist Groove Thang
(everybody move to prove the groove)
Have you heard it on the news
About this fascist groove thang
Evil men with racist views
Spreading all across the land
Dont just sit there on your ass
Unlock that funky chaindance
Brothers, sisters shoot your best
We dont need this fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we dont need this fascist groove thang
History will repeat itself
Crisis point were near the hour
Counterforce will do no good
Hot you ass I feel your power
Hitler proves that funky stuff
Is not for you and me girl
Europes an unhappy land
Theyve had their fascist groove thang
Brothers, sisters, we dont need this fascist groove thang
Democrats are out of power
Across that great wide ocean
Reagans president elect
Fascist God in motion
Generals tell him what to do
Stop your good time dancing
Train their guns on me and you
Fascist thang advancing
Brothers, sisters, we dont need this fascist groove thang
Sisters, brothers lend a hand
Increase our population
Grab that groove thang by the throat
And throw it in the ocean
Youre real tonight you move my soul
Lets cruise out of the dance war
Come out your house and dance your dance
Shake that fascist groove thang
(shake it!)
song performed by by Heaven 17
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He's Back
You're with your baby
And you're parked alone
On a summer night
You're deep in love
But you're deeper in the woods
You think you're doin' alright
You heard a voice
Did you see that face
Or was it just a dream
It can't be real
That only happens, babe
On the movie screen
If you see him comin'
Get away if you can
He's a dangerous man
Throws a dangerous party man
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's going out tonight
Going to make his rounds to get his fill
Standing staight and tall
He's a ton of fun
And he's dressed to kill
You know you read he was gone
It surely is him
But he's back on the prowl
Again and again and again
Don't you know
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
You know you read he was gone
It surely is him
But he's back on the prowl
Again and again and again
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back
The man behind the mask
And he's out of control
He's back
The man behind the mask
He crawled out of his hole
Just to rock and roll
He's back
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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