Steamboat
The rivers a bed of sweet berries and flowers
Banks of thirsty lies
(please be careful)
The stream is an eyeglass of heroes
Bridged with bright replies
The creek is a funnel of forgiveness
Winning every prize
Steamboat of living ever faithfully ride.
The rivers a dream in a waltz time
Banks of jasper glaze
(have a ball and sing)
The stream is a timepiece of children
Bridged with crystal haze
The creek is a trumpet of hard times
Blowing tasty days
Steamboat of living ever faithfully glide.
Dont worry mister fulton
Well get your steamboat rollin.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Rollin On
It came as the daybreak
Must surely arrive
Opened my eyes just
To be sure I was alive
Another day
Theyre much the same
Twentyfour hours for me
To try again
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
It came as a judgement
We all have to face
Fickle hour you bring me joy
You bring me disgrace
Ill take your challenge
Man against emotion
Ill wager my beliefs
Against my sin
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
Well, Im rollin on
Rollin on and on and on forever
Yes, I am
Rollin, rollin, rollin on together
Rollin on and on and on forever
Rollin, rollin, rollin on
Yes, Im rollin on
To where I dont care
Crystal ball
You let me down again
Rollin down a road
Ive never seen
Meeting people
Seeing places Ive never been
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
Rollin on and on and on forever
Yes, I am
Rollin, rollin, rollin on together
Rollin on and on and on forever
Rollin, rollin, rollin on together
Im rollin on. Im rollin on
Im rollin on, Im rollin on
Crystal ball
You let me down again
Im rollin on ... well, Im rollin ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Faithfully
Nothing could compare to your love
I wake up feeling good everyday
I used to have a problem with love
Until you re-directed my way
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Some say love is just a word
But I know what it really means
A future and stability is what
That is what you've given to me
Even though we've had many arguments
This is stronger than any love has ever been
Baby through it all you've been there for me
And I love you just because you love faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Don't ever change
I just want you the same
If you take your love away
I don't ever wanna here about you not being in my life
Because you love me so faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
Faithfully
You love me
You're just what I need
Please don't change
Everyone can see that you love me faithfully
song performed by by Faith Evans from Faithfully
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Civilization is a stream with banks. The stream is sometimes filled with blood from people killing, stealing, shouting and doing the things historians usually record, while on the banks, unnoticed, people build homes, make love, raise children, sing song.
quote by Will Durant
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Medway Song
(Air: Carnaval de Venise)
LET Housman sing of Severn shore,
Of Thames let Arnold sing,
But we will sing no river more
Save this where crowbars ring.
Let others sing of Henley,
Of fashion and renown,
But we will sing the thirteen locks
That lead to Tonbridge town!
Then sing the Kentish river,
The Kentish fields and flowers,
We waste no dreams on other streams
Who call the Medway ours.
When on the level golden meads
The evening sunshine lies,
The little voles among the reeds
Look out with wondering eyes.
The patient anglers linger
The placid stream beside,
Where still with towering tarry prow
The stately barges glide.
Then sing the Kentish river,
The Kentish fields and flowers,
We waste no dreams on other streams
Who call the Medway ours.
On Medway banks the May droops white,
The wild rose blossoms fair,
O'er meadow-sweet and loosestrife bright,
For water nymphs to wear.
And mid the blowing rushes
Pan pipes a joyous song,
And woodland things peep from the shade
As soft we glide along.
Then sing the Kentish river,
The Kentish fields and flowers,
We waste no dreams on other streams
Who call the Medway ours.
You see no freight on Medway boats
Of fashions fine and rare,
But happy men in shabby coats,
And girls with wind-kissed hair.
The world's a pain forgotten,
And very far away,
The stream that flows, the boat that goes--
These are our world to-day.
Then sing the Kentish river,
The Kentish fields and flowers,
We waste no dreams on other streams
Who call the Medway ours.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Wild Strawberries
If I had a dollar, if I had a cent
I would play most anywhere if it would pay my rent
Id be livin on the downside in my old apartment
For the rest of my days
People always ask why the world is on the run
People like you and like me
Is it really true you can really never win
Movin to the upside, tell me when does the fun begin
Deep as the see and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin on our own, in a cabin in a meadow
Or meanderin alone, we can face the world forever or well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
People often ask me just the way it must feel
To be standing up here with you down there
Let it now be known that throughout all of these years
I have been wearing polka dot underwear
Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We will go just you and me to gather crabapples together
And be wandering along toward a cabin in the meadow
Or meandering alone, we can face the world together or well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
People always ask why the world is on the slide
People like you and like me
Is it really true there will be no peace left to hide
Turning to the upside, when does the fun begin
Deep as the sea and as wild as the weather
We might go just you and me to pick wild strawberries together
Or be livin on our own in a cabin in a meadow
And the cows will come home
They can face the world forever and well
Hit the bounding main or be on a railroad train
Hit the boundless tide or be on a steamboat ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
Hit the pounding tide or be on a rainbow ride
Hit the bounding main or be on a midnight plane
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Otter Creek
Past meadows, beyond trees, down muddy banks flows otter creek.
King fisher in branches, perched, poised.
Skydiver, bullet from above, silent splash, into otter creek.
Muscles plucked from their beds, shells discarded, gathered for fun, pass up not one.
Trout fry swim swiftly, cray fish beneath rocks avoid seeking hands, pincers poised, threatening stance.
Kids crossing fallen logs, catching frogs, skipping rocks, swimming in otter creek.
Mud wars rage, picnic blanket laid on the green glade near otter creek.
We follow paw prints, beneath willow tree roots, den site dug deep into muddy banks of otter creek.
Within the town of Franklinville, hot summers day, sister, niece, and I, our dad's.
Never saw the otters of the creek, only paw prints, left proof of an existence.
In memories I venture, hoping, just a glimpse.
To sit once again, past meadows, beyond trees, down muddy banks, there it flows, otter creek.
poem by Gary Kedron
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Handsome Molly
(first release, live version second gaslight tape, late 1962traditional, arranged by bob dylan)
Well, I wish I was in london,
Or some other seaport town
Id put my foot on a steamboat
Id sail the ocean round.
While sailing round the ocean,
While sailing round the sea
Id think of handsome molly
Wherever she might be.
Dont you remember, molly
You gave me your right hand?
You said whenever youd marry
I would be the man.
But you broke your promise
Go with whom you please
My poor heart is aching
You are at your ease.
I went to church last sunday
Molly came ridin by
I could tell her mind was changin
By the rovin of her eye.
I go down to the river
Though everyones asleep
I think of handsome molly
An I begin to weep.
So I wish I was in london,
Or some other seaport town
Id put my foot on a steamboat
Id sail the ocean round.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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The Creeks Of Thoughts
there is this poetry
that wriggles like a snake
that transforms itself
into a creek
that coddles the banks
of the rivers
the feet of mountains
that mirrors the moon
that serves as map
for clouds drifting
there is this pathway
full of grass
that leads us to
nowhere
but we are confident
about the
happy ending
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cripple Creek
1: well I married a wife in the month of june,
Married her up by the light of the moon.
We live down on cripple creek.
Weve been there about a week.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
2: now cripple creek girls about half-grown,
Jump on a man like a dog on a bone.
Roll my pants up to my knees,
Cross on cripple creek a-when I please.
Chorus: Im a-goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
Goin down to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Goin down to cripple creek to have some fun.
3: well Im goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run.
Im a-goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
Chorus: Im a-goin to cripple creek, Im goin on a run,
Goin to cripple creek to have some fun.
song performed by by Monkees
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In the United States three new methods of transportation made their appearance at almost the same time - the steamboat, the canal boat, and the rail car.
quote by John Moody
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Montego Bay (live)
the air is oh so thick
there's not a single breeze
the day lies dazed upon the shelf
beyond a painted window out on a far horizon
there stands a steamboat in the sun
i rised my eyes and stared into that paralyzing light
but god had left the iron skies
this day will last forever, we pushed the final buttons
and someone disconnected time
we are here in montego bay..
song performed by by Alphaville
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A man may build a complicated piece of mechanism, or pilot a steamboat, but not more than five out of ten know how the apple got into the dumpling.
quote by Edward A. Boyden
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The Hudson
AFTER A LECTURE AT ALBANY
'T WAS a vision of childhood that came with its dawn,
Ere the curtain that covered life's day-star was drawn;
The nurse told the tale when the shadows grew long,
And the mother's soft lullaby breathed it in song.
'There flows a fair stream by the hills of the West,'--
She sang to her boy as he lay on her breast;
'Along its smooth margin thy fathers have played;
Beside its deep waters their ashes are laid.'
I wandered afar from the land of my birth,
I saw the old rivers, renowned upon earth,
But fancy still painted that wide-flowing stream
With the many-hued pencil of infancy's dream.
I saw the green banks of the castle-crowned Rhine,
Where the grapes drink the moonlight and change it to wine;
I stood by the Avon, whose waves as they glide
Still whisper his glory who sleeps at their side.
But my heart would still yearn for the sound of the waves
That sing as they flow by my forefathers' graves;
If manhood yet honors my cheek with a tear,
I care not who sees it,--no blush for it here!
Farewell to the deep-bosomed stream of the West!
I fling this loose blossom to float on its breast;
Nor let the dear love of its children grow cold,
Till the channel is dry where its waters have rolled!
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Dear Landlord
Dear landlord,
Please dont put a price on my soul.
My burden is heavy,
My dreams are beyond control.
When that steamboat whistle blows,
Im gonna give you all I got to give,
And I do hope you receive it well,
Dependin on the way you feel that you live.
Dear landlord,
Please heed these words that I speak.
I know youve suffered much,
But in this you are not so unique.
All of us, at times, we might work too hard
To have it too fast and too much,
And anyone can fill his life up
With things he can see but he just cannot touch.
Dear landlord,
Please dont dismiss my case.
Im not about to argue,
Im not about to move to no other place.
Now, each of us has his own special gift
And you know this was meant to be true,
And if you dont underestimate me,
I wont underestimate you.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Song for a German Air
Fair stream of the mountain, brightly flowing
Between thy fresh margins, gay with flowers,
Life's uncertain visions showing;
Thus, like thy waters glide past the hours.
Oft on thy sunny banks I lie
And mark the waves that glitter by
With fleeting joy and brightness glowing.
Fair stream! when no more near thee reclining,
I gaze and lament for moments gone—
Cold and silent, past repining—
Still thy clear way thou wilt murmur on:
Still will thy roses bloom anew,
Though I no more their beauty view,
And yonder sun as bright be shining!
poem by Louisa Stuart Costello
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By the creek
By the creek
Canoes are extinct and fishing net hung dry
On the mangrove, starved fishes initiate an exodus
By the creek
Idleness I saw in the abode of a young man
In search of oil greed in the wrong ways of the city
By the creek
The gliding seagulls no longer shower kisses on the waves
As gunboats threatens even the creatures underneath the aquatic ridges
By the creek
The night taunts me, of the horrors of the morrow
And the sorrow that lay await
By the creek
The crowd stood still, hungry in their eyes
And food monger, driven away by hostile wind
By the creek
I saw men living comfortably in squalor
Accompany by winds of mediocrity
And greed
By the creek
In addition, I saw the sea eating away farmlands
While the shore reclamation fund mound in politicians save
By the creek
I saw fleeing, vessels from foreign shores
And a deserted jetty a save heaven for militant
poem by Regha Julius
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Reedy River
Ten miles down Reedy River
A pool of water lies,
And all the year it mirrors
The changes in the skies,
And in that pool's broad bosom
Is room for all the stars;
Its bed of sand has drifted
O'er countless rocky bars.
Around the lower edges
There waves a bed of reeds,
Where water rats are hidden
And where the wild duck breeds;
And grassy slopes rise gently
To ridges long and low,
Where groves of wattle flourish
And native bluebells grow.
Beneath the granite ridges
The eye may just discern
Where Rocky Creek emerges
From deep green banks of fern;
And standing tall between them,
The grassy she-oaks cool
The hard, blue-tinted waters
Before they reach the pool.
Ten miles down Reedy River
One Sunday afternoon,
I rode with Mary Campbell
To that broad, bright lagoon;
We left our horses grazing
Till shadows climbed the peak,
And strolled beneath the she-oaks
On the banks of Rocky Creek.
Then home along the river
That night we rode a race,
And the moonlight lent a glory
To Mary Campbell's face;
And I pleaded for our future
All through that moonlight ride,
Until our weary horses
Drew closer side by side.
Ten miles from Ryan's Crossing
And five miles below the peak,
I built a little homestead
On the banks of Rocky Creek;
I cleared the land and fenced it
And ploughed the rich, red loam,
And my first crop was golden
When I brought my Mary home.
Now still down Reedy River
The grassy she-oaks sigh,
And the water-holes still mirror
The pictures in the sky;
And over all for ever
Go sun and moon and stars,
While the golden sand is drifting
Across the rocky bars
But of the hut I builded
There are no traces now.
And many rains have levelled
The furrows of the plough;
And my bright days are olden,
For the twisted branches wave
And the wattle blossoms golden
On the hill by Mary's grave.
poem by Henry Lawson
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Was That My Life
I don't want to be the one who's old before their time,
And lose the wonder that I felt as a child.
I can't run this race believing I might lose;
There's still so much to see, and so much left to do.
Yes, I'll fall before I fly,
But no one can say I never tried.
Oh, we just get one ride around the sun,
In this dream of time.
It goes so fast that one day we look back,
And we ask: was that my life?
I close my eyes and think how lucky I have been,
To hold the ones I love and share my dreams with them.
All those sunny days and all those starry skies:
Good morning kisses and sweet goodnights.
Oh, I can't tell them enough,
Just how much that they are loved.
Oh, you just get one ride around the sun,
In this dream of time.
It goes so fast that one day we look back,
And we ask: was that my life?
Instrumental break.
We just get one ride around the sun,
In this dream of time.
It goes so fast that one day we look back,
And we ask: oh, was that my life?
Ooh, was that my life rollin' on by?
Oooh, rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' on by.
Was that my life?
Ooooh, was that my life?
song performed by by Jo Dee Messina
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Farewell To Storyville
Clarence williams
All, you old-time queens, from new orleans, who lived in storyville
You sang the blues, try to amuse, heres how they pay the bill
The law step-in and call it sin to have a little fun
The police car has made a stop and storyville is done
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train
- a slo-ow train
Pick out your steamboat, pick yourself a train
- a slo-ow train
They made you close-up theyll never let you back
- wont let you back
Go buy your ticket or else you walk the track
No use complaining, blue skys folow rain
- the cold-old rain
No use complaining, blue skys folow rain
- the cold-old rain
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill
- your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to storyville
No use complaining, blue skys folow rain
- the cold-old rain
Just say farewell now, farewell to storyville
Just say farewell now and get your one last thrill
- your one last thrill
Just say farewell now, farewell to storyville
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Bitter Creek
Once I was young and so unsure
Id try any ill to find the cure
An old man told me
Tryin to scold me
oh, son, dont wade to deep in bitter creek,
(bitter creek)
Out where the desert meets the sky
Is where I go when I wanna hide
Oh, peyote (oh,peyote,mm)
She tried to show me
(tried to show me)
You know there aint no cause to weep
At bitter creek
(bitter creek)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Were gonna hit the road for one last time
We can walk right in and steal em blind
All that money (all that money,ooh..)
No more runnin (no more runnin)
I cant wait to see the old mans face
When I win the race
(bitter creek)
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo,
Doo doo doo doo doo
Doo..........
song performed by by Eagles
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