To the West
The Midland Great Western is doing its best,
And the circular ticket is safe in my vest;
But I know that my holiday never begins
Till I'm in Connemara among the Twelve Pins.
The Bank has no fortune of mine to invest
But there's money enough for the ones I love best;
All the gold that I want I shall find on the whins
When I'm in Connemara among the Twelve Pins.
Down by the Lough I shall wander once more'
Where the wavelets lap lap round the stones on the shore:
And the mountainy goats will be wagging their chins
As they pull at the bracken among the Twelve Pins.
And its welcome I'll be, for no longer I'll meet
The hard pallid faces I find in the street;
The girl with blue eyes, and the boy with brown shins,
Will stand for their pictures among the twelve Pins.
Tonight, when all London's with gaslight agleam,
And the Carlton is filled with society's cream',
I'll be 'takin' me tay' down at ould Johnny Flynn's
Safe and away in the heart o' the Pins.
poem by William Percy French
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Pins And Needles
(Janis Carnes, Rick Carnes, Chip Hardy)
Chorus:
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
One by one I feel them at my heart again
I think I'm getting over you and then
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
I don't know why
I get uneasy
Every time I hear your name
I feel a sting from every memory
That we made
Repeat Chorus
That tiny ache
Can always find me
Anytime that you are near
Those little things
Can still remind me
That you don't care
Repeat Chorus
(Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Needles and pins)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Pins & Needles
(janis carnes, rick carnes, chip hardy)
Chorus:
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
One by one I feel them at my heart again
I think Im getting over you and then
Pins and needles
Needles and pins
I dont know why
I get uneasy
Every time I hear your name
I feel a sting from every memory
That we made
Repeat chorus
That tiny ache
Can always find me
Anytime that you are near
Those little things
Can still remind me
That you dont care
Repeat chorus
(pins and needles
Pins and needles
Pins and needles
Needles and pins)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Needles & Pins
I saw her today, I saw her face
It was a face I loved and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
That thered come a day
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears Ive got to hide
Oh, I thought I was smart
Ill hold her heart
Didnt think Id do
But know I see
Shes worse to him than me
Let her go ahead, and take his love instead
And one day she will see
Just how to say please
And get down on her knees
Yeah thats how it begins
Needles and pins
I know, I know
Why cant I stop and tell myself Im wrong,
Im wrong, so wrong
Why cant I stand up
And tell myself Im strong?
Because I saw her today, I saw her face
It was a face I loved and I knew
I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
Let there come a day
And still it begins, needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears Ive got to hide
Oh, like needles and pins
Needles and pins
Needles and pins
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Needles & Pins
I saw her today, I saw her face it was a face I love
And I knew I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray that they go away
Still it begins needles and pins
Because of all my pride the tears I gotta hide
Oh I thought I was smart I stole her heart
Didnt think I do but now I see
Shes worse to him than me let her go ahead
Take his love instead and one day she will see just how to save me
And get down on her knees thats how it begins
Shell feel those needles and pins - oh, no - oh, no
Why cant I stop and tell myself Im wrong, Im wrong, so wrong
Why cant I stand up and tell myself Im strong because I saw her today
I saw her face it was a face I love
And I knew I had to run away and get down on my knees and pray that they go away
Still it begins needles and pins
Because of all my pride the tears I gotta hide
Hey! needles and pins needles and pins needles and pins
song performed by by Ramones
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Needles & Pins
Saw him today
I saw his face, it was the face I love
And I knew I had to run away
And get down on my knees and pray
That they go away but still they begin
Needles and pins
Because of all my pride
The tears I gotta hide
Hey I thought I was smart
Id won his heart
I didnt think Id lose
But I see she worst to him than me
Let him go ahead take her love instead
And one day he will see
Just how to say please
Wow and get down on his knees
Thats how it begins
Hurtin him hurtin him
Why cant I stop and tell myself
Its wrong so wrong
Why cant I stand up
Tell myself to be strong
Because I saw him today
I saw his face it was the face I love
I cant let go, although I know
Hell make me cry until the day I die
But people I got to live now
Wow lord knows I should forgive now
Thats how they begin
Youll feel those needles and pins
Somebody stopem now
Stop those needles and pins
Somebody takeem away now
Stop those needles and pins
(repeat and fade)
song performed by by Cher
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Pins and Needles - Two Sides of a Coin - Tale's Ahead
PINS AND NEEDLES
Is it cramp from the damp as we camp
sit still online from dawn till lit lamp,
or hairs rising from head
when uncertain ahead
why excitement removes trace of cramp?
31 August 2009
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Pins and Needles Etymology
Date: 1813
: a pricking tingling sensation in a limb growing numb or recovering from numbness
on pins and needles: in a nervous or jumpy state of anticipation
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Identity Of Moment
At twelve of night philosopher thinks with a cup of tea
At twelve of night exuded in dream
At twelve of night cloud of blue sky burns
At twelve of night strip by strip waves fall to ground
At twelve of night full moon flashes of light
At twelve of night horn of car strikes on door
At twelve of night couple enters into dwell of love
At twelve of night loud cry of progenitors comes
At twelve of night machinegun of devilish roars
At twelve of night whistles of train strikes
At twelve of night the red sun of monument raises.
poem by Bongokobida Zakaria
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Le vent nocturne
Oh ! les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain à grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et débraillé
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raillé
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La forêt fuit au loin comme une armée antique
Dont les lances ô pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages éteints méditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poètes
Et ne s'éveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaètes
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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Ship The Pins
'Smug' and 'gums' are with the 'sag' of the 'gas'!
But take a rest on my love and let me teach you the truth;
And like twenty little coats of green.
Of a noble strive to the maple leave,
So ship the pins and 'nip' a 'pin'! !
For life is full of the sunshine of love,
And like twenty little coats of blue.
Who the cap fits must surely wear it,
And who my love touches must surely come to me;
But like twenty little coats of red by the seashore,
For the 'spam' had affected the 'maps'!
Try to bath your wife if you want to,
And to 'spat' the 'taps' will lead you to your secret muse;
But try to ship the pins to me as mandated.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Swords & Knives
A waking world of innocence
So grave those first born cries
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
Oh dangerman, oh dangerman
Your blade fits like a glove
When forged in steel
Time cannot heal
That blood red bond of love
In times of trouble youre an open book
With the change in the way you look
And its sad loves not enough to make things better
Turn the tables, well burn the fables
Lies beneath the visions and daydreams
Fooled by now, we mystify the past
Like a dream, like it never happened
When life begins with needles and pins
It ends with swords and knives
God save those born to die
song performed by by Tears For Fears
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Nice To Know You
Better than watching gellar
Bending silver spoons
Better than witnessing
Newborn nebulas in bloom
She who sees from up
High smiles and surely sings
Perspective pries her once
Weighty eyes and
It gives you wings
I havent felt the way
I feel today
In so long its hard
For me to specify
Im beginning to notice
How much this feels like
A waking limb
Pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye
Nice to know you
Deeper than the deepest
Coustou would ever go
Higher than the heights of what
We often think we know
Oppressed that she who clearly
Sees the wealth of the trees
To obtain a birds eye is to
Turn a blizzard to a breeze
I havent felt the way
I feel today
In so long its hard
For me to specify
Im beginning to notice
How much this feels like
A waking limb
Pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye
Nice to know you
To know...you
Could it be that it had
Been there all along
I havent felt the way
I feel today
In so long its hard
For me to specify
Im beginning to notice
How much this feels like
A waking limb
Pins and needles
Nice to know you
Goodbye
Nice to know you
To know
You
song performed by by Incubus
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One Rose
Rose
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each bruise
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you cheated
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you forced me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each pointless arguement
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each crime
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you try to end me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
How many more can I live through?
poem by Lexie Night
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Video Crime
Aint got room for charity
Skeletons man
Me, Im crawling with no cash
Chop it up
Me, Im looking for hot flesh
Chop it up
This skeletons mine
Chop it up
Chop it up
Blood on video-video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
Ive got dollars-Ive got sense
Wonder where the third world went
Aint got time for honeymoon
Chop it up
Trash time bundy, death row chic
Chop it up
Haunt this street from half past ten
Chop it up
Blood on video-video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
Late night cannibal-cripples decay
Just cant tear my eyes away
Aint got no room for charity
This skeletons mine
Aint got room for hollywood
Chop it up
Me, Im crawling with no cash
Chop it up
Blood on video-video crime
Video crime
Needles and pins and video crime
Video crime
Ive got dollars Ive got sense
Wonder where the third world went
Video crime
Chop it up
Video crime
Chop it up
Video crime
Chop it up
Video crime
Chop it up
Video crime
Chop it up
song performed by by David Bowie
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The Klondike
Never mind the day we left, or the day the women clung to us;
All we need now is the last way they looked at us.
Never mind the twelve men there amid the cheering—
Twelve men or one man, ’t will soon be all the same;
For this is what we know: we are five men together,
Five left o’ twelve men to find the golden river.
Far we came to find it out, but the place was here for all of us;
Far, far we came, and here we have the last of us.
We that were the front men, we that would be early,
We that had the faith, and the triumph in our eyes:
We that had the wrong road, twelve men together,—
Singing when the devil sang to find the golden river.
Say the gleam was not for us, but never say we doubted it;
Say the wrong road was right before we followed it.
We that were the front men, fit for all forage,—
Say that while we dwindle we are front men still;
For this is what we know tonight: we’re starving here together—
Starving on the wrong road to find the golden river.
Wrong, we say, but wait a little: hear him in the corner there;
He knows more than we, and he’ll tell us if we listen there—
He that fought the snow-sleep less than all the others
Stays awhile yet, and he knows where he stays:
Foot and hand a frozen clout, brain a freezing feather,
Still he’s here to talk with us and to the golden river.
“Flow,” he says, “and flow along, but you cannot flow away from us;
All the world’s ice will never keep you far from us;
Every man that heeds your call takes the way that leads him—
The one way that’s his way, and lives his own life:
Starve or laugh, the game goes on, and on goes the river;
Gold or no, they go their way—twelve men together.
“Twelve,” he says, “who sold their shame for a lure you call too fair for them—
You that laugh and flow to the same word that urges them:
Twelve who left the old town shining in the sunset,
Left the weary street and the small safe days:
Twelve who knew but one way out, wide the way or narrow:
Twelve who took the frozen chance and laid their lives on yellow.
“Flow by night and flow by day, nor ever once be seen by them;
Flow, freeze, and flow, till time shall hide the bones of them;
Laugh and wash their names away, leave them all forgotten,
Leave the old town to crumble where it sleeps;
Leave it there as they have left it, shining in the valley,—
Leave the town to crumble down and let the women marry.
“Twelve of us or five,” he says, “we know the night is on us now:
Five while we last, and we may as well be thinking now:
Thinking each his own thought, knowing, when the light comes,
Five left or none left, the game will not be lost.
Crouch or sleep, we go the way, the last way together:
Five or none, the game goes on, and on goes the river.
“For after all that we have done and all that we have failed to do,
Life will be life and a world will have its work to do:
Every man who follows us will heed in his own fashion
The calling and the warning and the friends who do not know:
Each will hold an icy knife to punish his heart’s lover,
And each will go the frozen way to find the golden river.”
There you hear him, all he says, and the last we’ll ever get from him.
Now he wants to sleep, and that will be the best for him.
Let him have his own way—no, you needn’t shake him—
Your own turn will come, so let the man sleep.
For this is what we know: we are stalled here together—
Hands and feet and hearts of us, to find the golden river.
And there’s a quicker way than sleep? … Never mind the looks of him:
All he needs now is a finger on the eyes of him.
You there on the left hand, reach a little over—
Shut the stars away, or he’ll see them all night:
He’ll see them all night and he’ll see them all tomorrow,
Crawling down the frozen sky, cold and hard and yellow.
Won’t you move an inch or two—to keep the stars away from him?
—No, he won’t move, and there’s no need of asking him.
Never mind the twelve men, never mind the women;
Three while we last, we’ll let them all go;
And we’ll hold our thoughts north while we starve here together,
Looking each his own way to find the golden river.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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So This Is Love?
Oh, yeah
Check me out on the good side here
Well, my babys on the corner and shes lookin so fine
Put one and one together and it blowed my mind
A man needs love to live, Im the living proof
Catch that smile and I hit the roof
Wed double check but you keep on walking
Im in love
Once over
Im overdone
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your lovin
Come on baby, take me home
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your lovin
Im just skin and bones
Goin out my way, knowin my way around
The grass is never greener and theres plenty around
All other girls, theyd be put to shame
Over the edge and here Ill stay
Got me on pins and needles
And she knows shes mine and aint lettin go
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your love
Baby, take me home
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your lovin
I know
Got me on pins and needles
Yes, she knows shes mine and aint lettin go
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your love
So this is love?
Ooh, I need your love
Baby, got to have your love
Ooh, i--ooh I need, got to have that love
Baby, baby, still love
So this is love?
So this is love?
song performed by by Van Halen
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Twelve O'Clock
Mother, I do want to leave off my lessons now. I have been at my
book all the morning.
You say it is only twelve o'clock. Suppose it isn't any later;
can't you ever think it is afternoon when it is only twelve
o'clock?
I can easily imagine now that the sun has reached the edge of
that rice-field, and the old fisher-woman is gathering herbs for
her supper by the side of the pond.
I can just shut my eyes and think that the shadows are growing
darker under the madar tree, and the water in the pond looks shiny
black.
If twelve o'clock can come in the night, why can't the night
come when it is twelve o'clock?
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Before Execution.
The sun is set, and all the stars are come,
Stars I shall no more see; the air is still,
And my life waits the ruin so near now.
A little space, and I shall have done here.
Ah, God! twelve hours, twelve little hours, and, lo!
The air and these lips part, day becomes night,
Earth nothing, time a skeleton, and I
An angry ghost, or a tired phantom laid
With many others in oblivion.
Twelve hours, twelve little hours, and I shall have
A wondrous change — feel one fierce pang, and then
Fade off I know not where, or like a star
Shot fearfully from the zenith singe my way
Through chaos haply for some aeons till
I reach another air, a lower sky,
And maybe with a baleful influence
Burn in Pluto's reign.
poem by Robert Crawford
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Social Security
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe.
even in the safety zones, it's not safe.
Even safe sex is not safe.
Even things you lock in a safe
are not safe. Never deposit anything
in a safety deposit box, because it
won't be safe there. Nobody is safe
at home during baseball games anymore.
At night I go around in the dark
locking everything, returning
a few minutes later
to make sure I locked
everything. It's not safe here.
It's not safe and they know it.
People get hurt using safety pins.
It was not always this way.
Long ago, everyone felt safe. Aristotle
never felt danger. Herodotus felt danger
only when Xerxes was around. Young women
were afraid of wingéd dragons, but felt
relaxed otherwise. Timotheus, however,
was terrified of storms until he played
one on the flute. After that, everyone
was more afraid of him than of the violent
west wind, which was fine with Timotheus.
Euclid, full of music himself, believed only
that there was safety in numbers.
[from The Drift of Things, The Figures Press, 2001]
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poem by Terence Winch
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Music of the porcupine musician
I wanted so much
to stroke his face
that he can see
how the music of the day
sparkle in freshwater
and as the notes
splash and plop
it would contain
the best melodies
but would I
be able to
do that now
that his words
are godless here
scorning lemonade
on trays
organ and accordion
he rattles
and rises
threatening
I know music
it's white and black
ringed pins it is
aardvark holes and tunnels
bark and bulbs
fruits and tubers it is
the flute's breath run out
the guitar's day tunes weary
the violin ceased to play
long before the day
could argue with the night
he started rattling his quills
rising heavy metal without guitar
will he ever know how notes
sparkle in soft water
once the loose long pins
of his comrades start
shooting randomly?
Inspired by Issa - A kite rises
a kite rises
twelve young eyes
too
twelve young eyes
a kite rises
into the sky
in 12 young eyes
a kite and
cear blue sky
twelve young eyes
rising in similar angle
a kite rises
inspired by
a kite rises
slow and easy...
a little village
-Issa,1816
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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