The Chattahoochee River
The Chattahoochee River is muddy and deep,
Rolls restless in her bed, and never sleeps.
She churns, whirls, and sometimes creeps,
But the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
She cascades, crashes, her falls are steep,
So the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
A child, in innocence, in her water leaps,
Unaware, the Chattahoochee never sleeps.
She snatches him down, his little body to keep,
Cause the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
He struggles for his life, so tender and meek.
Oh! the Chattahoochee River never sleeps.
She steals his breath, while caressing his cheeks.
Careless Chattahoochee River just never sleeps.
poem by Willie Wilburn Walker
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Chattahoochee
I got a room where I can breathe
I got a view no one else can see
Everybody here knows just what's right for me
Don't have to worry, the Doctor's always in
I'm never lonely, I'm here with all my friends
Chorus:
In Chattahoochee, I'm not crazy
Chattahoochee, I'm just lazy
Chattahoochee, Found my home
In Chattahoochee.
Out on the outside they sweat to pay the rent
While we play cards, they say we ain't got no sense
They think they have a good time
Blowin' somethin' up their nose
Their corporate ladder can kill you it's so high
While it's a party, here on the other side
Chorus
Who's to say who's crazy, It's easy to see
All you gotta do is turn on your T.V.
All the people on the outside tryin' to be someone else
I'm havin' fun here just bein' myself, in Chattahoochee.
They brought me here and said,"You're so dangerous to youself"
But I ain't the one here 'bout to blow us all to hell
Just here to have a good time, let me know how it goes
Don't have to worry, the Doctor's always in
I'd rather be here with all of my friends
song performed by by 38 Special
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We made a good start toward preserving recreational areas like the Chattahoochee River.
quote by Roy Barnes
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Chattahochee
Way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasnt ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didnt go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
Way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a old jacuze
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasnt ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didnt go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned how I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Chattahooche
way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But i learned how to swim and i learned how i was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasn't ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but i didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But i learned how to swim and i learned how i was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
Way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a old jacuze
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasn't ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but i didn't go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking 'bout cars and dreaming 'bout women
Never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But i learned how to swim and i learned how i was
A lot about livin' and a litttle 'bout love
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Chattahoochee
Way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasnt ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didnt go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
Way down yonder on the chattahoochee
It gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
We laid rubber on the georgie asphalt
We got a little crazy but we never got caught
Well we fooged up the windows in my old chevy
I was willing but she wasnt ready
So a settled for a burger and a grape sno-cone
Dropped her off early but I didnt go home
Down by the river on a friday night
A pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
Talking bout cars and dreaming bout women
Never had a plan just a livin for the minute
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
Never knew how much that muddy water meant to me
But I learned how to swim and I learned who I was
A lot about livin and a litttle bout love
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Chatahoochie
Yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
it gets hotter
than a hoochie coochie
we layed rubber on the georgia asphalt
we got a
litte crazy but we never got caught
down by the river on a friday night
pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
talkin' 'bout cars and dreamin
'bout women
never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
yeah way
down yonder on the chattahoochee
never knew how much that muddy water meant
to me
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i was
alot about livin'
and a little 'bout love
well we fogged up the windows in my old
chevy
i was willin' but she wasn't ready
so i settled for a burger and a
grape snow cone
dropped her off early but i didn't go home
down by the
river on a friday night
pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
talkin'
bout cars and dreamin' 'bout women
never had a plan just a livin' for the
minute
yeah way down yonder on the chattahoochee
never knew how much
that muddy water meant to me
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i
was
a lot 'bout livin' and a little 'bout love
Yeah way down yonder on
the chattahoochee
it gets hotter than a hoochie coochie
we layed rubber
on the georgia asphalt
we got a litte crazy but we never got
caught
well we fogged up the windows in my old chevy
i was willin' but
she wasn't ready
so i settled for a burger and a grape snow cone
dropped
her off early but i didn't go home
down by the river on a friday night
pyramid of cans in the pale moonlight
talkin' bout cars and dreamin'
'bout women
never had a plan just a livin' for the minute
yeah way
down yonder on the chattahoochee
never knew how much that muddy water meant
to me
but i learned how to swim and i learned who i was
a lot 'bout livin'
and a little 'bout love
livin' and a little 'bout love
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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We live in a state with a wonderful climate and plenty of natural beauty, from the shores of Cumberland Island to the Chattahoochee River to the Blue Ridge Mountains.
quote by Roy Barnes
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Serenade from “The Spanish Student”
STARS of the summer night!
Far in yon azure deeps,
Hide, hide your golden light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Moon of the summer night!
Far down yon western steeps,
Sink, sink in silver light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Wind of the summer night!
Where yonder woodbine creeps,
Fold, fold thy pinions light!
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
Dreams of the summer night!
Tell her, her lover keeps
Watch! while in slumbers light
She sleeps!
My lady sleeps!
Sleeps!
poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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While The City Sleeps
What goes on behind closed doors, private wounds, open sores
Youre your own worst enemy and cheap thrills bring you to your knees
Its thumbs down for someone you know, and its easy come and easy go
Chorus:
Burn your bridges, take what you can get
Go for the throat cause you paid your debt
Livin well is the best revenge, so give em hell
While the city sleeps - its all there in black and white
While the city sleeps - through the eye of the needle, gotta thread your life
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
Its a hit or miss, an eye for an eye, live for today, and dont ask why
For better or worse, you bought and sold
They love you while youre hot and leave you when youre cold
Chorus
While the city sleeps - yeah, better run for your life
Take your troubles to the night
While the city sleeps - yeah, beggars, thieves and losers, theres no relief
While the city sleeps - theres no relief, while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - yeah
Chorus
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - while the city sleeps
While the city sleeps - yeah, theres no relief
While the city sleeps
song performed by by Kiss
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Man only indulges at night
Tigers sleep, deer sleep,
Cats sleep, rats sleep,
The water sleeps, the earth sleeps,
Everything sleeps when the sun sleeps.
But human beings are awake,
Only at night, in bed, thinking of sex.
12.07.2001, Pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Among The Tombs
She is a lady fair and wise,
Her heart her counsel keeps,
And well she knows of time that flies
And tide that onward sweeps;
But still she sits with restless eyes
Where Memory sleeps---
Where Memory sleeps.
Ye that have heard the whispering dead
In every wind that creeps,
Or felt the stir that strains the lead
Beneath the mounded heaps,
Tread softly, ah! more softly tread
Where Memory sleeps---
Where Memory sleeps.
poem by Sir Henry Newbolt
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On a Baby Buried by the Hawkesbury
A grace that was lent for a very few hours,
By the bountiful Spirit above us;
She sleeps like a flower in the land of the flowers,
She went ere she knew how to love us.
Her music of Heaven was strange to this sphere,
Her voice is a silence for ever;
In the bitter, wild fall of a sorrowful year,
We buried our bird by the river.
But the gold of the grass, and the green of the vine,
And the music of wind and of water,
And the torrent of song and superlative shine,
Are close to our dear little daughter.
The months of the year are all gracious to her,
A winter breath visits her never;
She sleeps like a bird in a cradle of myrrh,
By the banks of the beautiful river.
poem by Henry Kendall
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My Baby Sleeps
The wind is loud in the west to-night,
But Baby sleeps;
The wild wind blows with all its might,
But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, and he does not hear
The noise of the storm in the pine trees near.
The snow is drifting high to-night,
But Baby sleeps;
The bitter world is cold and white,
But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, so fast, so fast,
That he does not heed the wintry blast.
The cold snows drift, and the wild winds rave,
But Baby sleeps;
And a white cross stands by his little grave,
While Baby sleeps;
And the storm is loud in the rocking pine,
But its moan is not so deep as mine.
poem by George A. Mackenzie
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Below Her Window
Where she sleeps, no moonlight shines
No pale beam unbidden creeps.
Darkest shade the place enshrines
Where she sleeps.
Like a diamond in the deeps
Of the rich unopened mines
There her lovely rest she keeps.
Though the jealous dark confines
All her beauty, Love's heart leaps.
His unerring thought divines
Where she sleeps.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Sleeps With Angels
She wasnt perfect
She had some trips of her own
He wasnt worried
At least he wasnt alone (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
Hes always on someones mind
He sleeps with angels (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
She was a teen queen
She saw the dark side of life
She made things happen
But when he did it that night
She ran up phone bills
She moved around from town to town (too late)
He sleeps with angels (too soon)
Hes always on someones mindhe sleeps with angels
He sleeps with angels
song performed by by Neil Young
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Sorrow is better than insomnia.
Neither a sister, nor a daughter,
Nor any one by blood you are.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Never a tryst, nor a rendezvous,
Nor an innuendo, you granted.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Glamour, splendor, or pretext,
You never played to gravitate.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Formidable and forbidden you were.
Sojourn was so short.
Parting was abrupt and aborting.
Yet my sorrow never sleeps.
Every beginning has an end.
An episode should, however, end.
But abortion and usurpation?
May be, by a boon I’ll see you soon.
That can retrieve our past monsoon.
But the crop is already gone.
So my sorrow never sleeps.
Time was over before I could score.
No more game is set up in the court.
That is why my sorrow never sleeps.
With your parting, came to an end
All my springs and monsoons.
Let my sorrow never sleep.
It is better than insomnia.
08.05.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Only Peace Thrives
Only peace thrives
Innocence sleeps
on the dreaming eye lids
of a toddling child
so nascent so fresh
as the drooling dews
on a quivering grass blade
as the first morning
of cool winter
smiles innocuously.
Only peace thrives
Innocence sleeps
no war no war-cry
only peace and peace thrives
a cow boy sings the song of joy
in a remote yet not far grass land
the innocence sleeps
nestling on the bed of roses
the frisky fragrance of love
the garland of motley hopes
touches his chin tenderly
he could see his God
the divine possibilities
with the dancing tune of nature
so close to his imbued heart
that is filled with
only joy and happiness.
Innocence sleeps
no war no war cry
and only peace thrives.
poem by Tarapada Mohapatra
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City sleeps
I love the night
Because when the city sleeps
It's never more awake
It's like a whole new world comes to life
When the city sleeps I lay awake
Looking toward the light
When the city sleeps it is reborn
When the city sleeps it's never more awake
poem by Zack Dozier
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The Greed Of The River
brown to its existence the river as usual is silent
it borrows the sound of the slashing boat and from the time to time talks
it asks. 'where to boatman? '
but the boatman does not answer
he does not know how this river works how this river feels
it has taken people away
it has taken people back to their places
it has swallowed lives
and then in silence it sleeps
its belly full
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Lambs
He sleeps as a lamb sleeps,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in yon blue deeps
His tender brother
Sleeps like a lamb and leaps.
He feeds as a lamb might,
Beside his mother.
Somewhere in fields of light
A lamb, his brother,
Feeds, and is clothed in white.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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