Tuesday Morning
Today, you fall softly
On the multi-colored play mat.
You then gently push the guitar’s funny shadow
While your cousins dance erratically with the curtains
You let me read the pages
Of the author wanting to die in Paris on a rainy Thursday
I fight off a yawn
But you weigh tons on my eye lids.
poem by A.G. Bawang
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Black Stone on Top of a White Stone
I shall die in Paris, in a rainstorm,
On a day I already remember.
I shall die in Paris-- it does not bother me--
Doubtless on a Thursday, like today, in autumn.
It shall be a Thursday, because today, Thursday
As I put down these lines, I have set my shoulders
To the evil. Never like today have I turned,
And headed my whole journey to the ways where I am alone.
César Vallejo is dead. They struck him,
All of them, though he did nothing to them,
They hit him hard with a stick and hard also
With the end of a rope. Witnesses are: the Thursdays,
The shoulder bones, the loneliness, the rain, and the roads...
poem by Cesar Vallejo
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Evening Song of the Thoughtful Child
Shadow children, thin and small,
Now the day is left behind,
You are dancing on the wall,
On the curtains, on the blind.
On the ceiling, children, too,
Peeping round the nursery door,
Let me come and play with you,
As we always played before.
Let's pretend that we have wings
And can really truly fly
Over every sort of things
Up and up into the sky.
Where the sweet star children play--
It does seem a dreadful rule,
They must stay inside all day.
I suppose they go to school.
And to-night, dears, do you see,
They are having such a race
With their father moon--the tree
Almost hides his funny face.
Shadow children, once at night,
I was all tucked up in bed,
Father moon came--such a fright--
Through the window poked his head;
I could see his staring eyes,
O, my dears, I was afraid,
That was not a nice surprise,
And the dreadful noise I made!
Let us make a fairy ring,
Shadow children, hand in hand,
And our songs quite softly sing
That we learned in fairyland.
Shadow children, hin and small,
See, the day is far behind;
And I kiss you--on the wall--
On the curtains--on the blind.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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The Man Who Was Too Loud
Though le loved to rock and roll
All these many years
He cared about the old peoples
And little childrens ears
Though he was a guitar man
He reflected and he vowed
Never will I ever be
No neer, neer again
The man who was too loud
Johnnys not a poor man
No, he never gets him down
Now that he is free he is not proud
He dont need the power
Just to make a sound
He is not the man that he used to be
Oh, no, the man who was too loud
I will play softly
I will play softly
I will play softly now
cause I was the man who was too loud
Its not because he dont respect
The popular music style
You know I saw him open up
For the kind of the surf guitar
Do not think he does not like
The cheering of the crowd
No, he is glad that they came to see
The man who used to be
The man who was too loud
Johnny is a rich man
Yeah, he still gets around
He is glad to be the car who meowed
He dont need the power
Just to get his sound
He is not the man that he used to be
Oh no, the man who was too loud
I will play softly
I will play softly
I will play softly now
cause I was the man who was too loud
song performed by by Frank Black
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Fall Down Gently
She was only a girl, it was nobodys world
And she told me shed lived for a while
I was only 16 but I knew how to dream
I still dream though its way out of style
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
We were took by surprise
As we looked at the size
Of the man that we all called the lord
Just between you and me
Well there werent much to see
What with helmet and blood-stained sword
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all, down at all
So it was somebodys world
And I was only the girl
And I told you Id be here for a while
cause when youre only 16
And you know how to dream
You keep dreaming til the dreaming gets wild
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
Than never fall down at all
Id rather fall down gently
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all...
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by Phish
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Guitar On a Rainy Day
During a rainy day theres always something to do
some people get puzzles out
or whip out the Xbox and play COD 2
me?
I play my guitar,
cause it makes me feel just right.
Heck I could play forever
morning, noon and night.
Cause playing makes me happy,
all relaxed and calm.
From hearing the beauty that I make
by plucking those sweet chords.
It's better than some Xbox,
easier than your puzzle games,
Boy I play my guitar,
cause one day it'll bring me fame
though I guess I wouldnt want that,
too much for one to take.
Sure it'd be nice to be recognised,
but paparazzi? yuck take it away
I could live with being me,
playing that instrument.
With nout but the clothes on my back
and a plectrum in hand.
I'd play that sweet guitar,
play sweet songs throughout the land.
Give you all something to listen to,
on your rainy days
poem by Rachel BaByBeAr Anderson
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My Sad Guitar (In Iraq)
When I play...my sad guitar,
With powered chords...of deep emotion.
I strum the strings...with such devotion,
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
In a bunker, built in the sand.
This war torn country, this desert land,
I miss playing...In a rock and roll band.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
My memories play,
Deep in my mind,
I try to find-
Our... wedding... day!
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
When I play...my sad guitar,
I think of my Harley...My hot-rod car,
Wishing I was home,
With a beer in a bar.
When I play...my...sad...guitar.
poem by Philip Lore
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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
Rock Lyric By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
ALL rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know why nobody told you how to unfold your love
I dont know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you.
I look at the world and I notice its turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps
I dont know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I dont know how you were inverted
No one alerted you.
I look at you all see the love there thats sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all . . .
Still my guitar gently weeps.
song performed by by George Harrison
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While My Guitar Gently Weeps...
It's hard to tell how many regrets my heart keeps,
After the scars of my heart I see.
Eyes fall short of tears to cry,
While my guitar gently weeps...
When my present turns back and into the past it peeps,
Delightful memories flood in with a sweet pain.
All the anguish comes out through the strings,
While my guitar gently weeps...
As the nostalgia
on my broken heart creeps,
I curse myself for my blunders.
Nobody can ever hear my heart sob,
While my guitar gently weeps...
It is so unfair that the whole world peacefully sleeps,
And has faithful people to care.
But I have nobody to console me,
While my guitar gently weeps...
-SUJAY.S.P
poem by Sujay Patekar
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Playing my little guytar
Playing my little guitar
A new song I start to write
The rhymes come so fast
In the space, the imagination fly
Playing my little guitar
The rhymes become funny to eyes
I start to wish something different
Becoming true the others lies
So the birds start to dance in the floor
And the fishes to fly in the sky
Everything is becoming funny
So, I forget my little guitar, why?
So let it go, let it invent
The world is so beautiful, you don't need to pretend
The tears become a smile
The hate becomes funny for a while
And everything becomes true the imagination
Playing my little guitar
Letting fly my little heart
To something that always you can keep.
poem by Ianne de Angel
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Katy Brought My Guitar Back Today
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I left it there to play, when I'd stay over.
And I remember all those nights
Sitting in the fireplace light,
And how she loved to hear me play;
Katy brought my guitar back today.
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I've seen it make her cry, over and over.
She told me when I wasn't there,
And she would wake up feelin' scared,
She'd hold it in her arms and be okay;
Katy brought my guitar back today.
We had our stormy times like anybody else;
Oh, more than once I broke her heart.
And when I couldn't tell her I was sorry by myself;
I could tell her with an old guitar.
But, I'm afraid this time things have gone too far.
Katy brought my guitar back today.
I guess that means this time it's really over.
And as I sit and play it now,
The songs all seem so sad, somehow,
I wish that I'd of left it in the case
Katy brought my guitar back today.
And I remember all those nights
Sitting in the fireplace light,
And how she loved to hear me play;
Katy brought my guitar back today...
song performed by by Alabama
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Kissin' Cousins
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Kissin's allowed 'cos we're proud to be cousins
What's a little teasin', huggin' and a-squeezin'
Between us cousins.
Oh it's so great to be one big family
And we show it, yes we show it
You see, we never feud, we're a happy brood
Folks all know it, yes they know it
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Honey we dress and we mess
We're just cousins,
Cousins, kissin' cousins
Cousins, kissin' cousins
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Burattino senza fili
Puppet without strings
Behind scene's linen cloth, wake of lonely mind,
your eye lids - a clothe plain, a drag by threads,
you hang, awkward dance at a buffoon's command,
Mondays of a life unsolved, to Sunday's dim end.
(Shut eye lids and time still, you live together,
you saw her in a chapel of wood, you on her side,
church bells rung and lemon blooms, on combed hair,
an oath taken to live with it, and dance in mind..)
Like in a shadow theater, forgot your role soon,
a clumpy figure under lids, you loved too much,
a figure surd is jumping up, upon a weave of loom,
to awake in aura lost, of puppet smiles and touch.
And jump-u-up, hop-hop, your-legs spasmodically,
the two of you behind lids, a cardboard foolish fair,
a shadow live theater, to jump hop-dance of tally,
unfurled cartoon hero you are, where her eyes stare..
Hero of shadows on foolish cloth, way high to jump,
and wooden laugh! If you could be for her, a kite..
your eye-lids and stage-cloth, a shadow loss to hunt,
outside of it, your flying cry, on corny yellow light..
poem by Giorgio Veneto
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Christmas Time Again
While driving to get our Christmas tree
We sang some Christmas carols
Like Jingle Bells and Frosty
And some other sweet noels.
We picked our favorite Christmas tree
And tied it to the roof
Then drove home very slowly
As we played more Christmas music.
When putting up the Christmas tree
It starts to smell like pine
It finally feels like Christmas
Now it's decoration time.
We draped the tree with colored lights
And multi-colored balls
Then put an Angel here and there
And let the tinsel fall.
Dad placed the star atop the tree
And then he plugged it in,
Then the colored lights began to dance
It's Christmas time again.
poem by Christy York
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While My Guitar Genly Weeps
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
SEE THE LOVE THERE THATS SLEEPING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I LOOK AT THE FLOOR
AND I SEE IT NEEDS SWEEPING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW WHY NOBODY TOLD YOU
HOW TO UNFOLD YOUR LOVE
I DONT KNOW HOW SOMEONE CONTROLLED YOU
THEY BOUGHT AND SOLD YOU
I LOOK AT THE WORLD
AND I NOTICE ITS TURNING
WHILE MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
WITH EVERY MISTAKE
WE MUST SURELY BE LEARNING
STILL MY GUITAR GENTLY WEEPS
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE DIVERTED
YOU WERE PERVERTED TOO
I DONT KNOW HOW YOU WERE INVERTED
NO ONE ALERTED YOU
I LOOK AT YOU ALL
song performed by by Beatles
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I'll teach you how to dance with me
Dance with me
My lovely rose
For today is my last chance
Dance for me
And swing me far
I'll never be coming back
And watch as the floor turns
And the people blur all out
And the dance floor turns out empty
With just me and my lovely rose
Push your heart to the limit
And as your breath begins to fade
Remember to push harder
For today is my last chance
I'm showing you to dance
To dance without a floor
To dance with just my words
Trust me, its the only way to dance
Take my hands
They'll guide you
Trust me
Don't lead
Take my love
It'll show you
The way
Don't look
Take my hips
They'll sway for you
And walk
Don't move
Take my breath
It'll give you
More strength
Don't breathe
Now, Take the dance
And go with it
For today is my last chance.
Diamond Dance
We used to dance
the power dance
but now we play
political games.
And love, o love
where hast thou
gone?
Drifted away
upon the waves.
Not a chance
had romance
Now we spin
the hunger dance.
I rise like a specter
from the ocean floor
to watch the moonlight
dance upon the waves-
then cast up softly,
'pon the shore.
We used to dance
the song of love-
a ballad which
we sing no more:
and cast up gently
'pon the shore.
I'm grasping diamonds
in my hand
for one brief instant
before they are turned
into grains of sand...
We used to dance
the diamond dance
poem by Bryan P.T. Riley
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Another Rainy Day In New York City
Another rainy day in new york city
Softly sweet, so silently it falls
As crosstown traffic crawls
Memories in my way in new york city
Tender, tough, too tragic to be true
And nothing I can do
City workers cheer
The taxis disappear
Another rainy day in new york city
Another spacey stay in new york city
High up in an overpriced hotel
The view is really swell
Windy, wet and gray in new york city
No one here I really want to see
Old friends and family
So suddenly serene
The air is fresh and clean
Another rainy day in new york city
Its another rainy day
Just a rainy, rainy day
Its another rainy day
Just a rainy, rainy day
song performed by by Chicago
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Isn`t it funny
Isn't it funny?
How your forbidden heart is the one desired
Isn't it funny?
How one can fall in a moment
Isn't it funny?
How i never believed it would be on first sight
And yet now, i am a victim of it
Isn't it funny?
How you have awakened what was long dead
How you have revived what was long gone
Isn't it funny?
How 2 hearts can be one in a moment
How eyes can talk
And yet seem silent
Isn't it funny?
How a smile comes out
Just from a word read.
Isn't it funny?
How i wish to be lost in your arms
How i wish it would be
Isn't it funny?
How i am head over heels
And still feel like i am falling
Isn't it funny?
That you aren't here
And yet i want you next to me.
poem by Bothwell Tinashe Murindagomo
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