Homeland from Cardboard
In the end of street in 'cardboard
Sleeps Paris and Helen is cold
In his body has instead of sheet
Newspaper but the cold bites
In the end of street their horns dirty reasons
Strike electricity the eyes they break
In the end of street in night the door
In anymore lot you will sell me
Homeless be but Star in the news
In 'cardboard if it should I live
without sound I can speak
For anymore homeland you speak to me
After also caste you have sold him
After in Tria the light you have extinguished
For this homeland to me you will speak
In the end of street in night the door
The crowd thickens extinguishes without electricity
Their house a all cardboard
Strike the horns their soul be cold
Cop.2011 Sakis athanasiadis
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My Small Sun - Sakis Athanasiadis New Lyrics 2011- Grecce
With a Vespa in Prespa
ou said to me we go interruptions
the heat to us it will eat
This year we find ways
That few have it goes
Helmets rucksacks and remaining
Behind the city empty Thessalonica-Edessa
Coffee in the lake Agra
Attitude in Florina again
And the heat has left
Now begin the turns
In the forest the peacefulness
With a Vespa in Prespa
As birds…
With a Vespa in Prespa
Embrace…
Took your boat i said to you
inenters we will come
out in order to we see a sunset
That other cannot
In this wild the life Something
we will remember
Somebody of us dreams half
That possibly him we find
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August Star
Fly… a Stone it flies
In a star here near
And if you strike him that demands
you will have him afterwards
Fly… a Stone it flies
In what you front are afraid and see
Also if him you strike
his demands it leaves far
August star
Falls keeps I the hand
Do not feel sorry the kiss
Is the night magic
August star
Falls keeps I the hand
In a sea golden
Put colours and contracted
Fly… far it flies to you
All it should that steals joy
It flies… soul me it flies…
I am near…
Cop.2011 [Sakis] [Athanasiadis] Grecce
My Small Sun
Handfuls from earth
From birthday ground
I have in the balcony
Smell east
Behind if I turn
The curse it will have
comes always out Also
my small sun for will be lost
The rain I am afraid
The air the droning sound
Because your kiss
in the night will be lost
The fire I am afraid
The love when I find
Because if I lose him
in empty I will be burned
In your naked body
a new way
I flew with your
I travel east
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Morning Travel
In the mirror I look at you say
to me the my Breaking eyes from the stress
the love that became yesterday
in the pain
My voice I search you say to me
Change with tomorrow yesterday
The sheet the white stain
From the fear
The evenings speak to me voices
Wake up and I hear you cry
Show the street
Morning travel
I prepare for you already
Somewhere far the sun it laughs
Morning travel
I prepare for you already
I leave old in the stone cells
In the boat you whisper and you say
In water to fly yesterday
The love us lives when live the moments
I wash itself in light blue the air
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The Small Kiss
One still time
in the love I will enter
In a dream again
One still time
My voice I will find
Front speak the other
It does not fill page
If sleeps the hope
The time the game i will not be
But in my street I saw
Wakes up the hope
Secret in your travel be
One still time
I will acquire feathers
The love the gift
One still time
A possible fire…
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One Goymenissas wine
In the street if in it see again
And speak to me again
As soon as I hear the voice
I will run in the dizziness
Some tavern in narrow
it will have i order
One Goymenissas wine
In the oblivion I send you
Far I will run in what you say
Far I will run always
Today it is not yesterday
Far I will run always
A bottle from the black the wine
the sounds from cupreous
will bring it reminds me those
who loved a lot me it reminds that summertime
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Julie Dont Live Here
I wander through a town
A town I new so well but it seems so strange
The wind blows cold
I remember when I thought your street was paved with gold
I walked along the street
A street I walked along many times before
The things have changed
Everything I knew was gone or rearranged
Chorus: julie dont live here anymore
She moved away many years before
How can it be, this I cant believe
Julie dont live here anymore
I walked up to your door
Last night I saw your face in the window
But it was different now
The lonely light where we used to be quite gone
I though about your smile
Your laughing eyes and the things you said to me
I felt so sorry for you
For all the nights we spent hanging around with nothing else to do
Chorus
Chorus
Julie dont live here anymore
Julie dont live here anymore
Julie dont live here anymore
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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The Same Street
Written by don gibson.
I still live on the same street,that we lived on.
The same old street,where memories were made on.
I shouldnt stay,why dont I go? .
Each day hurts a little more.
It wont be the same street anymore, since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.
Each day I walk alone,where we once walked before.
See all familiar places, where we talked before.
But I cant run,from memories.
Theyre mine and they belong to me.
It wont be the same street anymore.since youve gone.
It wont be the same street anymore.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Out In The Cold
The day fell down, the air got cold
I walked out in the street
Daydreamed for a mil e or two
Staring at my feet
Like a workin boy, out of luck
Fallin through the cracks
Night rolled in, I turned back home
A hard wind at my back
Im out in the cold (out in the cold)
Body and soul (out in the cold)
Th eres nowhere to go (out in the cold)
Im out in the cold (out in the cold)
Well I woke up
My brain was stunned
I could come around
I reached out to grab my keys
Tumbled to the ground
I thought of you
Starry eyed
I wondered where we stand
Did I just fall from your arms
Down into your hands
Im out in the cold (out in the cold)
Body and soul (out in the cold)
Theres nowhere to go (out in the cold)
Im out in the cold (out in the cold)
Im out
Standin in a doorway
Im out
Walkin around
Hands in my pockets
Im out in the cold (out in the cold)
Body and soul (out in the cold)
Theres nowhere to go (out in the cold)
Im out in the cold (o ut in the cold)
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Cardboard Box
I woke up in my cardboard box again today,
alone and cold what could I say,
sad how things turn out,
lost my wife, lost my house,
I asked for help in so many ways,
but now I live in my cardboard days,
I worked hard for so many years,
but as it turns out no one cares.
poem by Walter C. Edwards
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Paris Rain
Cold, wet and windy day in Paris
A bench by a window in a warm coffee shop
Slight cold wind comes in through a crack in the window frame
Raindrops trail on the pane
Low hum of traffic and car horns liven the outside world
Whistles in the distance
Pedestrians in the light rain
Office workers, tourists, brave the weather
No where to go, no where to be, nothing to do
Except enjoy the warmth
And the view of the street
And Paris, on a cold wet winter day.
poem by J.D McNair
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Respectable Street
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now they talk about absorption,
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters,
As they speak of child prevention,
And immaculate receptions on their portable,
Sony entertainment centres.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now she speak about diseases,
And which proposition pleases best her old man,
Avon lady fills the creases,
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans,
That never move from their front gardens.
It's in the order of their hedgerows,
It's in the way their curtains open and close,
It's in the look they give you down their nose,
All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose.
Sunday church and they look fetching,
Saturday night saw him stretching over our fence,
Bang the wall for me to turn down,
I can see them with their stern frown,
As they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
song performed by by Xtc
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Hot Night In A Cold Town
Sonnys out strolling, ambling slowly
Washed in amber street lights
A mexican wind blows in
Takin ahold of angelinas hair
And her halo
Motors running, muffling the sound
Of the street talk
A big deals goin down
In another hot night
In a cold town
Got yourself a hot night
In a cold town
Johnnys got spare change
In his pocket
A ring and a watch
To hock for a sweet ride
A one way ticket
Hidden in his shoe
These last few hours
He says hell spend with you
Hes leavin home without a trace
No forwarding address
Hell never have to face another
Hot night
In a cold town
Got yourself a hot night
In a cold town
Well, the losers and the groovers
And the corner boys
Are hangin around
Runnin in and out of doorways
Up and down the stairways
Stray dogs headed for the pound
In another
Hot night in a cold town
Got you, got yourself a
Hot night in a cold, cold town
Cold town
Its just another hot night
In a cold town
Such a cold town
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Dont Go Down That Street
Dont go down that street
In those shoes that squeak
cause I get afraid that you might not come home
Careful how you speak
When youre on the street
cause theyve broken down all the telephones
Dont go down that street, no no no
Dont go down that street, no no no
Dont go down that street
Dont go down that street
Where the brave boys meet
cause Im chicken feed when theyre on their own
Dont get in that car
Things might go too far
(line in japanese)
Dont go down that street, no no no
Dont go down that street, no no no
Dont go down that street
(japanese talkover by miko)
(ooh, ooh, aaah, aah)
(japanese verse)
song performed by by Culture Club
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On The Street
On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
[Everybody dance]
[Watch for the difference]
On the street
{Breaking on broadway]
O, O, On the street
[Shaking on sunset strip]
On the street
[Like nobody booming supporting that]
Da, da, da, da, da ...
On the street
On the street
Dancing
On the street
On the street
Dancing
Dancing
On the street
On the street
[Twisting on the turnpipe]
Dancing
On the street
On the street
On the street ...
Da, da, da, da, ...
Dance on the street ...
song performed by by Madonna
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Boogie
Walkin? down on main street
Well, its not the same street like before
Those drinks that Ive been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh its sore
My legs have gone all weak
Its so hard for me to speak anymore
I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, thats for sure
Drivin? in the country
The grass is green as it was before
Rolled up on that river
Just aint as clean thats for sure
You know my legs have gone all weak
Its so hard for me to speak anymore
I must get home to bed
And rest my aching head, thats for sure
Goin? down to main street to buy some wine
Make some love with that woman of mine
Drink some wine
Love some time
Ah- walkin? down on main street
Well its not the same street like before
Those drinks that Ive been drinkin? were stirred not shaken, ooh its sore
You know my legs have gone all weak
Its so hard for me to speak anymore
Well I must get home to bed
Rest my aching head and thats for sure
song performed by by Nazareth
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I came to live in Sophia Street
I came to live in Sophia Street,
In a little house in Sophia Street
With an inch of floor
Between door and door
And a yard you'd measure in children's feet.
When I'd been ten days in Sophia Street
I remembered its name was Wisdom Street;
For I'd learned much more
Than in all the score
Of years I clamoured for books to eat.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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No Horns & Sirens On Radio
Horns and sirens
don’t have a beat,
take them off the radio
and keep them on the street.
The radio is for songs
not for horns where on the
street it belongs.
So when I’m cruzing
down the street,
hearing a great beat,
hearing sirens makes
me scream.
I’m not trying to give
you grief,
I just want the radio
to sound sweet.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 11,2011
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On Lillian Way
night
cold gray against greenish black
street lamp globes against
rectangle buildings
sitting in a parked car
along the deserted alleyways
off santa monica boulevard
car windows fogged
the cold green street lights
filtered through the prism
of a broken windshield
delicate spiderwebs of
white light diffusion
only in L.A.
a prostitute stands
against the bare wall
under a street light
with traffic going by
on the sidewalk
across the street
cocaine sellers asking
“what do you want? ”
“what do you need? ”
beside the building
a bottle and can collector
inspects a long low
excuse for a trash barrel
the prostitute
draws a lot of attention
cars pull to the curb
windows unwind
in the car adjacent
derelicts are fixing dope
shooting up in the
luminous twilight
now the whore has a trick
a car door slams
and tires spin away
much like a river
the wind has stirred up the palm leaves
and palmetto shadows
extra currents for a
3 a.m. late night traffic flow
much like my soft core
more than usually hard core
translucent shadows
on the concave street
vertical street signs
body schisms
poem by Theresa Haffner
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Mean Street
My friends have
Been demoted to
Stay
Second class
Someone tells me
Reliable
Big brother will
Never last
Seems like i
Outgrew my station
Sweet young boys turning green
This is for your information
Mean street Id love to see you cry
Mean street Id love to see you die
Mean street I really dont know why
Mean street you let me down
Look at him
Taking all our glory
Lets kick him out
who will say?
dont look at me
hell find out in a roundabout way
We dont owe him anything
We dont need him anymore
Drop him cold now spread the lies
No-one even said goodbye
song performed by by Gary Numan
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She
She has gone away
I wanted that.
She has gone away
I am left to myself and my cooking gadgets
If she were there the house would seem to be crowded
I am scared of a crowd
I want to be left to myself
I enjoy to be alone
She has gone away
I miss the crowd in a sunny street
She was a crowd in the street in herself
I am feeling cold
But I am scared of warmth
I am scared of the din of the city
It is cold here
She has gone away
I enjoy the coldness
I am alright
Am I
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Dead End Street
Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
song performed by by Kinks
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Our street light
there we would sit
under the street light
free from the dark
just you and me
having a laugh
talking bout the good times
talking bout the bad
however messed up our lives were
watever pain we were in
the street light would heal us and set us free again
it was our getaway
it was our thing
the street light brought us together
the street light brought us the end
i still remember that street light like that special glow you had my friend
the street light brought us fun
the street light brought us love
the street light brought us warmth as we lay and look at the stars above
i was happy under the street light
as i knew you were too
comforting each other was all we used to do
the street light may be faded
the street light may be dull
but lets just remember the street light kept us going strong!
poem by Brad Brown
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Shed
I'm like a freight train feelin' no pain
I never turn back one track
Better step aside
Like a shotgun
I'm really someone
You'll feel my heatwave
Won't save anyone near to me
I'm steel
So come and try to bend me if you can, hah
I don't feel
Before you know it it's over
Get out of my way
I'm street walking, street walking
Night stalking, i'm street walking
No reputation
You better quick run
Cause i got no time i'll climb all over you
You need a strong hand
To be a mean man
You've got to think fast
I'll last longer than you could know
I'm steel
So won't you come and try to bend me if you can
I don't feel
Before you know it it's over
Out of my way
I'm street walking
Hey, i'm a wild cat
Don't need to prove that
I'm always howlin' prowlin'
Stalkin' my prey
It could be your night
To feel the dog bite
And hear the slashing, crashin'
Tearin' inside of you
I'm steel
So come and try to break me if you can, no way
Like a wheel
About to roll you over
Get out of my way
I'm street walkin', street walkin'
No talkin', street walking
Night stalking, street walking
No talkin', i'm street walkin', yeah
Street walkin', street walkin'
Night stalking, street walking
song performed by by Rainbow
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Shore Leave Ornithology
Slacks, coffee trend
I could have been in the us navy
Flapping grey, coffee smoke
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Where the hell were you?
Rough stencil, print music
Cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard coffee
Saxophone mention barbers, n.y.
The cigarette was burning, the flat shoes
Stool
Bongo, coffee, don't mention that black man
The leather-coat was his
Where was she?
Could have been in the us navy
Flow beating air, table-top, shoulder slung
Shore leave, no sailors here
Cardboard, cardboard, cardboard, cardboard
Liquor slacks twisting
The cigarette was burning
The flat shoes, the flat shoes, the flat shoes
Bird, bird, bird, bird
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
Bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird, bird
I could have been in another nineteen-fifty
Bird, bird, bird
song performed by by Xtc
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