Fairground.
Fairground,
Big sound,
Music everywhere.
Great rides,
Brill slides,
Wind blowing through my hair.
Roundabouts,
Ins and outs,
Candy on a stick.
Ups and downs,
Groans and frowns,
Oh no! I'm feeling sick.
Lots of yells,
Cooking smells,
All going on around.
The great rides,
And brill slides,
At the fairground.
poem by Lizzy Tomlinson
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Alan's publishing company was in the Brill Building, and of course, the Brill Building was where all the songwriters hung out because that's where all the publishers were.
quote by Johnny Rivers
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My Car Slides (1)
Version1
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My car slides
My last words are:
'Help. Mother I'm...'
My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark
My car slides
And I pray to
Things I've not seen
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
My car slides
The radio plays
'Heaven...' something
My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks
My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
Version2
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Now there's a girl outside my door
She's raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my own heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like 'I tear inside'
She's like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china.
Here am I
Sad and lonely
Here am I
Quite by chance I slide
song performed by by Gary Numan
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My Car Slides
Version1
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My car slides
My last words are:
help. mother im...
My car slides
I wait for cold
A fear of the dark
My car slides
And I pray to
Things Ive not seen
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
My car slides
The radio plays
heaven... something
My car slides
This quiet night
Time plays slow tricks
My car slides
My clock runs down
Tick tock tick...
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
Version2
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Now theres a girl outside my door
Shes raw pink shame
She makes love as the machines play
Sound effects of mayhem
She disconnects my own heart at times
The cure comes next
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
She has the problem of need
Not conversation
She can only whisper such things
Like i tear inside
Shes like a gangster in drag I knew
Skin like china.
Here am i
Sad and lonely
Here am i
Quite by chance I slide
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Kiddie Land
Bright colors
Big letters
Sunny weather
Nothing better
Fun rides
Big slides
Bright lights
Bliss all night
Winning prizes
Special surprises
Decent prices
Tour advice
Family fun
Lots of sun
Something for everyone
It only just begun
Long day
Full of play
Go home with big smiles
Sit down rest awhile
poem by Khai Ramsey
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Charlie Brown Says
Charlie Brown says
No-one promised this when I was a kid
When my days were filled with carousels
Fairground rides and cockleshells
Kicking pebbles on a beach
When time couldn't reach me
And tears were just a memory left to be learned
Now days catch me without an overcoat
Five o'clock shoes full of snow
All rained out
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from B-Sides: Seasides & Freerides
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Fairground
Driving down an endless road
Taking friends or moving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Walk around be free and roam
Theres always someone leaving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Love can bend and breathe alone
Until the end it finds you a home
Dont care what the people may say
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
song performed by by Simply Red
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Another One Rides The Bus
(parody of queens another one bites the dust)
Riding in the bus down the boulevard
And the place was pretty packed (yeah!)
Couldnt find a seat so I had to stand
With the perverts in the back
It was smelling like a locker room
There was junk all over the floor
Were already packed in like sardines
But were stopping to pick up more, look out
(chorus)
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another comes on and another comes on
Another one rides the bus
Hey, hes gonna sit by you
Another one rides the bus
Theres a suitcase poking me in the ribs
Theres an elbow in my ear
Theres a smelly old bum standing next to me
Hasnt showered in a year
I think Im missing a contact lens
I think my wallets gone
And I think this bus is stopping again
To let a couple more freaks get on look out
(chorus)
(weird sound effects)
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus
Another one rides the bus ow
Another one rides the bus hey hey
Another one rides the bus hey-ey-ey-ey
The window doesnt open and the fan is broke
And my face is turning blue (yeah)
I havent been in a crowd like this
Since I went to see the who
Well I shouldve got off a couple miles ago
But I couldnt get to the door
There isnt any room for me to breathe
And now were gonna pick up more
(chorus)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Skeleton & The Roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
I am the fairground man at heart
I run the roundabout this part
I fill this fair but custom have I none
I turn the handle round so fast it makes my elbow ache
Nobody seems to care
No-one rides upon my roundabout no longer anymore
Oh what a horrid fair!
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Money there is none - Im thinner than a skeleton
But wait a minute, Im so thin
That all these aches and pains could be a chance for me
I could be a horror or a ghost in a ghost train
I think Ill go and see
I meet the man who runs the ghost train
He says, youre just great!
Ill pay you top class wages
If youll just hang from this gate
A year is passing lots of food and money come my way
Oh lucky man am i
But whos this telling me, youre fired!
Youre much too fat to be a ghost, be on your way!
So here I am
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
Climb aboard my roundabout
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Riders
RHEIMS is down in fire and smoke,
The hour of God is at the stroke.
Round and round the ruined place,-
Jesu, Mary, give us grace!
There are two riders clad in mail,
Silver as the moon pale.
One is tall as a knight's spear,
The younger one is lowlier.
Small and slim and like a maid-
Steeds and riders cast no shade.
Who are then these cavaliers?
There was a sound as Heaven dropt tears.
Who are these that ride so light,
Soundless in the flaming light,
Where Rheims burns, that was given
By France to Mary, Queen of Heaven?
O our Rheims, our Rheims is down,
Naught is left of her renown.
Hist! what sound is in the breeze,
Like the sighing of forest trees?
Or a great wind, or an army,
Or the waves of the wild sea?
The tall knight rides fierce and fast
To the sound of a trumpet-blast.
The little knight in fire and flame,
Slender and soft as a dame,
Rides and is not far behind:
His long hair floats on the wind.
And ever the tramp of chivalry
Comes like the sound of the sea.
This is Michael rides abroad,
Prince of the army of God,
And this like a lily arrayed,
Is Joan, the blessed Maid.
Rheims is down in fire and smoke
And the hour of God's at the stroke.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Love The Thought
Love the thought
Driving down an endless road
Taking friends or moving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
Walk around, be free and roam
Theres always someone leaving alone
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
(chorus:)
And I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
Yes I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Love can bend and breathe alone
Until the end it finds you a home
Dont care what the people may say
Its always friends that feel so good
Lets make amends like all good men should
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
(chorus)
I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
Yes I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Pleasure at the fairground on the way
(chorus)
I love the thought of coming home to you
Even if I know we cant make it
Yes I love the thought of giving hope to you
Just a little ray of light shining through
Love (love the thought)
Even if I know we cant make it
L-l-love the thought
L-l-love the thought
song performed by by Simply Red
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Unknown Legend
She used to work in a diner
Never saw a woman look finer
I used to order just to watch her float across the floor
She grew up in a small town
Never put her roots down
Daddy always kept movin, so she did too.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
You know it aint easy
You got to hold on
She was an unknown legend in her time
Now shes dressin two kids
Lookin for a magic kiss
She gets the far-away look in her eyes.
Somewhere on a desert highway
She rides a harley-davidson
Her long blonde hair flyin in the wind
Shes been runnin half her life
The chrome and steel she rides
Collidin with the very air she breathes
The air she breathes.
song performed by by Neil Young
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Jack Cornstalk as a Lover
'For he rides hard to dull the pain,
Who rides from him who loves him best;
But he rides slowly home again,
Whose restless heart must rove for rest.'
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Great Divide
In the canyons of the great divide
Familiar places that we can run and hide
Are filled with strangers
Walking in our houses alone
In the great divide
Nothing to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
On the horses of the carousel
She rides alone with you and me
She rides like she knows
Wherever she goes, well be there
On the carousel
Life is going well
Anyone can tell were in love
On the carousel
Youre gonna like the way you feel
You and i, we got caught down there
In the twisted canyons of the great divide
We walked the floor
Now we dont go there anymore
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
I dont fit in too well
In the great divide
Nothin to decide
No one else to care for or love
In the great divide
You wont fit in too well
song performed by by Neil Young
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On The Shore
One child on the shore
With a stick on his hands
Writes on the sands
Some drawings
Playful
A wave comes and slides
On the shore
The drawings are gone
And a new slate is given
By the water that runs
That advances to him
And later surrenders to itself
Another young man
Draws a heart on the sand
Swearing a love eternal
All encompassing
A wave slides forth
And comes back pulling towards itself
A new slate is made again
The old man comes later
Writing his life story with a cane
The same wave comes again
Slides forth and pulls itself
An empty slate
Sand so smooth and blank and plain
Gleaming anew
To the blue skies
Everything looks playful,
Indeed. The sameness and the
Constant repetition. The cycle.
The monotony of life.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Palisades Park
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Last night I took a walk in the dark
A steamin place called palisades park
Turned around to see what I could see
Thats where the girls are
I took a ride on a shoopby shoo
The girl I sat beside was awful cool
And when we start I gave that girl a hug
My heart was flyin
Up like a rocket ship
Down like a roller coaster
Left like a loopdy loop
And around like a merry go round
We ate and ate at a hot dog stand
We danced around to a rockin band
And we we quit I gave that girl a hug
In the tunnel of love
You never know how great a kiss can be
Until you stop at the bottom of a ferris wheel
In the tunnel of love down at palisades park
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Yeah
Oh my god
Those coconuts are bad in the ass damn (? ? ? )
We ate and ? ? ? at a hot dog stand
We danced around to a rockin band
And we we quit I gave that girl a hug
In the tunnel of love
You never know how great a kiss can be
Until you stop at the bottom of a ferris wheel
In the tunnel of love down at palisades park
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Down at palisades park
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Down at palisades park
Run run runnin all the rides are runnin
Down at palisades park
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Nobody's perfect. Everyone slides here and there, and they have their ups and downs. When they are down, that is not the time to step all over them.
quote by Neil Schon
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Empathy
your poem
your pain
becomes
a mirror
of myself
sometimes
it seems
i see you
writing
i watch
how your
pen slides
on paper
and my
mind too
slides with
it like my
muscles
flexing
when the
baseball
player
in the field
swings his
bat and hits
the ball
on a strike....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tales Of A Wayside Inn : Part. 1. The Musician's Tale; The Saga of King Olaf VI. -- The Wraith Of Odin
The guests were loud, the ale was strong,
King Olaf feasted late and long;
The hoary Scalds together sang;
O'erhead the smoky rafters rang.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The door swung wide, with creak and din;
A blast of cold night-air came in,
And on the threshold shivering stood
A one-eyed guest, with cloak and hood.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The King exclaimed, 'O graybeard pale!
Come warm thee with this cup of ale.'
The foaming draught the old man quaffed,
The noisy guests looked on and laughed.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
Then spake the King: 'Be not afraid;
Sit here by me.' The guest obeyed,
And, seated at the table, told
Tales of the sea, and Sagas old.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
And ever, when the tale was o'er,
The King demanded yet one more;
Till Sigurd the Bishop smiling said,
''T is late, O King, and time for bed.'
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The King retired; the stranger guest
Followed and entered with the rest;
The lights were out, the pages gone,
But still the garrulous guest spake on.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
As one who from a volume reads,
He spake of heroes and their deeds,
Of lands and cities he had seen,
And stormy gulfs that tossed between.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
Then from his lips in music rolled
The Havamal of Odin old,
With sounds mysterious as the roar
Of billows on a distant shore.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
'Do we not learn from runes and rhymes
Made by the gods in elder times,
And do not still the great Scalds teach
That silence better is than speech?'
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
Smiling at this, the King replied,
'Thy lore is by thy tongue belied;
For never was I so enthralled
Either by Saga-man or Scald,'
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
The Bishop said, 'Late hours we keep!
Night wanes, O King! 't is time for sleep!'
Then slept the King, and when he woke
The guest was gone, the morning broke.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
They found the doors securely barred,
They found the watch-dog in the yard,
There was no footprint in the grass,
And none had seen the stranger pass.
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
King Olaf crossed himself and said:
'I know that Odin the Great is dead;
Sure is the triumph of our Faith,
The one-eyed stranger was his wraith.'
Dead rides Sir Morten of Fogelsang.
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Listen to the wind
Listen to the tranquil sonatas of the
Low blowing breeze and you'll think here
Is Mozart descended from Heaven to
Bring merriment to your happy heart
Listen to the wind as the mighty
Wind rocks the young of spirit
The wind will rock you and live you
Panting for more
Hear the sound of the great blowing wind
The wind is strong
The wind plays the majestic symphonies
To keep you spellbound and you will
Be enchanted by the spirit of the
The great cacophony of the myriads of
The the sheer ferocity of the souring
Lyrics of the almighty conquering wind
And you'll wish you too was blessed
To be born earlier and know how Beethoven
Came to compose the great symphonies
For he too must have been enchanted by
The sound of the high spirited blowing wind
The wind has a new melody to gladden your
Happy heart and your kind spirit with
Listen with an open mind and a clean soul
This exquisite melody the loving wind dedicates
Exclusively for you to immortalize you and
They'll remember you whose name is fused into
The song and make you live on five hundred more
Years after you have long departed from this earth
Appreciate the haunting mourning sound of the
Brooding wind and learn to live with it
The wind is God's greatest grand gift to Humanity
The life giving air you breath is His breath
That gives meaning for your being here
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Candy
Smells like candy tastes so sweet.
I dive right in to this lovely piece.
So soft so good.
Exceptionally right.
It's so beautiful this great delight.
I never want to run it out.
Without this candy I'm down and out.
It's so tasty creamy slippery too.
This candy is true soul food.
I eat and eat this candy sweet.
Such a wholesome delicious fulfilling heat.
poem by Michael McParland
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