Black Japara
Bury me with my old black japara on a hill overlooking the ocean.
Give away my organs and money and things
but bury me with that old black japara
It was with me when I whispered things buried deep within
It was with me when the sleeting rain and ocean spray aroused in me
that which time and space cannot capture
in dark nights starlit skies
it knows my secrets
Bury me with my old black japara on a hill overlooking the ocean
wrap me like one who loved me
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Icebox
Stay until
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Guilty Feeling
at dusk a black cat
by chance
happens to meet me
along my path
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for a long time
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into the dark
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Killer Whales
Come my friends give an ear to this tale
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They swim to the depths
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The enjoy the ocean without any fear
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Now When The Number Of My Years
NOW when the number of my years
Is all fulfilled, and I
From sedentary life
Shall rouse me up to die,
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.
Clear was my soul, my deeds were free,
Honour was called my name,
I fell not back from fear
Nor followed after fame.
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.
Bury me low in valleys green
And where the milder breeze
Blows fresh along the stream,
Sings roundly in the trees -
Bury me low and let me lie
Under the wide and starry sky.
Joying to live, I joyed to die,
Bury me low and let me lie.
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til I Die
Im a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
I lost my way
Hey hey hey
Im a rock in a landslide
Rolling over the mountainside
How deep is the valley?
How deep is the valley?
It kills my soul
Hey hey hey
Im a leaf on a windy day
Pretty soon Ill be blown away
How long will the wind blow?
How long will the wind blow?
Ohhhh
Until I die
Until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
These things Ill be until I die
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The Black Sea
In the term of office we call the presents of festivals,
The black sea is offended by the great sea,
As of this moment it is angered from above,
It is the black problem we are against.
Fulfilling satisfaction has taken a nuisance
By telling tales of the black ocean with its blue,
And we more than one know swimmers of scent
And merciful are the boats on the surface.
The blood is tidy, we are intelligent,
As much as gold mixed with diamond,
Like the black ocean and blue sea,
As hard as the concrete of shelter.
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I once said, "We will bury you," and I got into trouble with it. Of course we will not bury you with a shovel. Your own working class will bury you.
Nikita Khrushchev in Speech in Yugoslavia (24 August 1963)
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