Meeting again [Revedere]
Through the small window of the carriage
The village glimmers far away,
The engine whistles and I startle...
My heart beats faster and I sway.
I see the gate and the old tower...
A house... another... topped by snow!
The station...people... my whole household
Waiting for me to say hello...
It's been a long time since we parted,
We have much fun and laugh a lot!
Only my bashful youngest brother
Is puzzled for he knows me not...
And in his eyes so big and charming
I see a thought is passing by...
As if he wants to ask in private:
“Hey, mom, who is this ugly guy?...”
poem by Ştefan Octavian Iosif, translated by Octavian Cocoş
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Tootie
You put a rose in my hand
Put a dollar in my pocket
But you dont understand
How the days grow longer, the sky is black as night
I see the morning but you wont see the light
I thought about you for a long, long time
I wrote about you but my words dont seem to rhyme
And now youre lying here
But my heart still beats for you
Had a dream about you
You sat right down beside me
And you told me we were through
It was all so real and you told me reasons why
You brought me to the window
And you taught me how to fly
I thought about you for a long, long time
I said I love you but we just dont have the time
And now youre lying here
But my heart still beats for you
I thought to hold you for a long, long time
You said I love you but my heart wont seem to chime in
And now youre lying here
And my heart still beats for you...Im trying, and my heart still beats for you
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Big Brother
Is that my Brother yelling at me at the gym
Telling me to push harder, faster if I want to get slim
Is that my big brother telling me to come on now
When I just want to rest and stare out the window
Oh how time claims where words and actions cannot be retracted
The snow falls as I put on my boots and listen to my voice
Tell me brother no I don’t want to play with you in the snow.
Their gone lost summer never recaptured
Is that my brother yelling at the gym
Like a fire breathing dragon push harder
Faster don’t you want to be slim
Is that my brother being impatient
Telling me to come on when
I just want to stare out the window
Time claims like a fishermen’s net
Where words and actions cannot be retracted
The snow falls as I put on my boots and listen to my voice tell me
No brother no I don’t want to play with you in the snow today
If I could only press the big rewind button impossible
The car moves on in a Sahara of loneliness
poem by Brian Kilpatrick
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Private Life
This is my private life
I have no friends to fear
Ive got no problems no cross to bear
If you can find me
Come and get me out of here
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life . . .
These are my private things
There they are against the wall
The dirty pictures, religious objects
These are my private things
Come and get them out of here
This is my private bed
This is where I lie at night
Staring at a light bulb hanging on the ceiling
Waiting for a dream to
Come and get me out of here
Bridge
Here in my humble room at night
I often wonder what goes on out there
What makes them runs o scared
I often stare at the people passing by
But they cant see me thru my window shades
Just like Im not even there
Chorus
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Theres something dangerous I like
This is my private life
I know my problems arent your fault
What I really want to know
Has it always been this way
This is my private life
This is my private life
This is my private life
Come and get me out of here
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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chapter one- The key in the darkness
'youll be fine! ', said my mom in a calm tone of voice.
I was sitting in my mom warm car, look out at the passanger seat window.Out that window was my new school. The school Id been waiting all summer to go to. My older school was a very small, private school. Im mean this school was extreemly small, to the point that the average people in each class was about 15 students. My old school was also very strict, catholic school.To also a point were we went to chapel every sunday and even had religious class everyday.
As I looked to my mom and said good-bye, i stepped out of the car.As i was walking towards the school I could feel my hands getting sweaty and my heart beating a little faster. As i reached out my hand to grab those big double door to my new school, i stopped. Just for a breif moment i thought that this was it, no turning back. that beyond those doors might be pure joy or pure sadness.
But what I didnt know, is that beyond those door what truly lied ahead for my future.
Beautiful Bashful Eyes
Big beautiful bashful eyes
with lashes oh so long
I love your beautiful bashful eyes.
They remind me of a song.,
a song to describe their color
and their lids that are half closed.
They never let me see behind them.
What they're feeling is never exposed.
Big beautiful bashful eyes
are lost in timid intent.
I wish for them to open wide
to see where they have spent
their shy-retiring gazes?
Were they ever looking my way?
Or were they lost in silent thought
afraid that they might stray
And find that all around you
eyes would be looking your way?
My eyes would be among them
and you would hear me say.
'Big beautiful bashful eyes
with lashes oh so long
you've captivated my attention
and are now the words to my song.
'Beautiful eyes, bashful and blue
my thoughts are lost in you.
Your lashes long, your lids dreamy-eyed,
no one can tell what secrets they hide.
I have secrets my eyes hide too.
They're all about my feelings for you.
Those bashful eyes have become for me
everything that I dreamed they would be.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Greatest Discovery
Peering out of tiny eyes
The grubby hands that gripped the rail
Wiped the window clean of frost
As the morning air laid on the latch
A whistle awakened someone there
Next door to the nursery just down the hall
A strange new soundnn that makes boys explore
Tread neat so small those little feet
Amid the morning his small heart beats
So much excitement yesterday
That must be rewarded. Must be displayed.
Large hands lift him through the air
Excited eyes contain him there
The eyes of those he loves and knows
But what's this extra bed just here
His puzzled head tipped to one side
Amazement swims in those bright green eyes
Glancing down upon this thing
That makes strange sounds. Strange sounds that sing.
In those silent happy seconds
That surround the sound of this event
A parent smile is made in moments
They have made for you a friend
And all you ever learned from them
Until you grew much older
Did not compare with when they said
This is your brand new brother.
This is your brand new brother.
song performed by by Elton John
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Meet Me At The Station
(brother williams memphis sanctified singers)
Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Well if my eyes see the glory, before yours do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, father, for you
I will meet you at the station whe your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Now if my feet touch the homeline before yours do
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, my brother, for you
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Now if you see gods country before I do
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
Will you be there watching, sister, for me
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
When my train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
Sister, when my train comes along
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
Oh, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
song performed by by Waterboys
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Snow Man
Christmas in Belgium was different
Than the ones spent in L.A.
The Christmas I got no presents
Still me and my brother played
Near the ocean makin' the snow man
On his face we were makin' a smile
Cuz just like a daddy
The snow man had style
CHORUS:
Snow man, snow man
Another Christmas gone
I got a chess game this time
A bishop takes the pawn
Sometimes I wanna go back where
The ocean swallows the shore
I could still see him smiling
When my snow man is no more, no more
Winter seldom passing
Where the memory doesn't sway
2 the smell of a Christmas dinner
Shared the family way (Shared in the family way)
Everything seems so perfect
That nothing would dare go wrong
But tears come with the summer
So long, so long (So long)
CHORUS
Snow man
I look at my hands and I wonder
Will they ever make anyone smile
The way the snow man made me
CHORUS
(Snow man) {repeat till end
song performed by by Prince
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The Plow
Outside my window the snow is white,
a winter mist I see so bright.
I hear through chrystals snow on snow,
a distant engine of a plow.
The chrystals falling from the sky,
in a way which I can’t tell you why
On the ground there is heavy snow
the plow is getting nearer now
The window sticks just like a stamp
against my fingers, cold and damp.
I see the sight of untouched snow,
I see the fountain of the plow.
The plow went by ten minutes ago
back is now a usable road
I hear through chrystals, snow on snow;
the distant engine of the plow
poem by Espen Øye Bjørkvold
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Just Passing Time
I like the way that you come
Running up to me
It sort of reminds me of
Black and white movies
And I will put a white dress on and
By the window wait
For my richard gere to come
*or
For my marlin brando to come
Crashing through the gate
Sometimes I talk on the phone
Until my ears are numb
My friends all say its because
I cant face anyone
I know Im just passing time
Im just passing time
Saw you walking downtown
To the video store
Saw you with another girl
Im sure she was a whore
You say she means nothing to you
Thus nothing to me
Excuse me while I get drunk
On too much bad t.v.
Sitting here and Im waiting
For your mouth to open up
And start overflowing
Like jesus cup
And Im just passing time
Im just passing time
song performed by by Jewel
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The thing that stands there
is the window
and there's a man on it
he's waiting for the man
with the panes made of sight
on the window of the heart
in the house of pain
his threshold is spelled
the spell out of the hints
the corner loneliness
unwipeable trace
to settle in a word
chiseled in a clock
a second counted down
on the wall that beats
where to come in with a whisper
can only be done by a step
clear of any thought
bursting in the word
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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He want to be married
My youngest brother want to be married,
we his older brother all confused.
He was not yet the work.
From long before he more liked chating
with his friends in the village
that in general also not the work.
If the night arrived they gathered in our house,
stayed up all night long til the morning,
chatted did not have the special focus.
The habit had been carried out
for years since the mother was still living,
to currently, three years after the mother died,
the habit continued to be carried out.
Was not thought about by them
from where they received the source of life.
they still believed on the good day and the bad day.
In fact the Lord created all the good days,
depended his humankind,
the work of humankind for the peer.
poem by Prasetya Utama
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The Keys of Morning
While at her bedroom window once,
Learning her task for school,
Little Louisa lonely sat
In the morning clear and cool,
She slanted her small bead-brown eyes
Across the empty street,
And saw Death softly watching her
In the sunshine pale and sweet.
His was a long lean sallow face;
He sat with half-shut eyes,
Like a old sailor in a ship
Becalmed 'neath tropic skies.
Beside him in the dust he had set
His staff and shady hat;
These, peeping small, Louisa saw
Quite clearly where she sat -
The thinness of his coal-black locks,
His hands so long and lean
They scarcely seemed to grasp at all
The keys that hung between:
Both were of gold, but one was small,
And with this last did he
Wag in the air, as if to say,
"Come hither, child, to me!"
Louisa laid her lesson book
On the cold window-sill;
And in the sleepy sunshine house
Went softly down, until
She stood in the half-opened door,
And peeped. But strange to say
Where Death just now had sunning sat
Only a shadow lay:
Just the tall chimney's round-topped cowl,
And the small sun behind,
Had with its shadow in the dust
Called sleepy Death to mind.
But most she thought how strange it was
Two keys that he should bear,
And that, when beckoning, he should wag
The littlest in the air.
poem by Walter de la Mare
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Just n Image
Im driving through the night
Im driving through the rain
The engine roars Im on my
Way from mr. pain
My eyes keep seeing what
My mind was to forget
Those sequences they
Rock n roll inside my head
Over and over and over again
I concentrate harder and harder and then
You are just an image (that I can see)
You are not for real
You turn into a picture of somebody
Someone I dont know
Someone I dont feel
(...just an...)
The wolves cry out tonight,
I see your broken line
The sun will rise without
A love without a smile
I always think about
The way you had to leave
I close my eyes
cause I was with you
By that time
Faster and faster and faster ahead
As if you were waiting
For me down the way
I have never seen you
Lying on the floor
Crying needing more
song performed by by Ace Of Base
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Village Green
Out in the country,
Far from all the soot and noise of the city,
Theres a village green.
Its been a long time
Since I last set eyes on the church with the steeple
Down by the village green.
twas there I met a girl called daisy
And kissed her by the old oak tree.
Although I loved my daisy, I saw fame,
And so I left the village green.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And now all the houses
Are rare antiquities.
American tourists flock to see the village green.
They snap their photographs and say gawd darn it,
Isnt it a pretty scene?
And daisys married tom the grocer boy,
And now he owns a grocery.
I miss the village green,
And all the simple people.
I miss the village green,
The church, the clock, the steeple.
I miss the morning dew, fresh air and sunday school.
And I will return there,
And Ill and daisy,
And well sip tea, laugh,
And talk about the village green.
We will laugh and talk about the village green.
song performed by by Kinks
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A Beating Soul
As I lie in bed
watching the curtains
blow in and out like
a beating heart
I decide to get up
and close the window
As I get closer
my blood runs cold
and my heart beats faster
The window is already closed
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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The People Who Grinned Themselves To Death
They smiled so much and waved their flags
As she saluted to the military band
Most of the people failed to see
She had a broken bottle in the other hand
And she took them by surprise
When she took them by the throat
And said my friend youre not allowed to vote
But they shook it all off
With a nervous laugh and cough
Next time, she said Ill let those people choke
The people who grinned themselves to death
Smiled so much they failed to take a breath
And even when their kids were starving
They all thought the queen was charming
She polished all upon the wall
And ran her hands right through her hair
So if the lady took the time to call
All the houses on the street would not compare
And she thought it really funny
That she hadnt any money
But those she looked up to, they had
But they shook it all off
With a nervous laugh and cough
And when they took her riches it was sad
The people who grinned themselves to death
Smiled so much they failed to take a breath
And even when their kids were starving
They all thought the queen was charming
song performed by by Housemartins
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Weather Be Good Weather Be Bad
as i look out the window
i see the sun rise
before my very eyes
i feel its warmth & power upon my face
as i look out the window
i see the rain fall
before my very eyes
i feel its cool calming effect on my soul
as i look out the window
i see the snow fall
before my very eyes
i feel that cold bitterness on my skin
as i look out the window
i see the trees sway
before my very eyes
i feel the love it offers surround me
as i look out the window
i relise that
weather be good, weather be bad
i'm alive
poem by Faye Burford
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When Young
I laugh with my friends till sunset
Over our heads the wicked clouds assemble
“You are still here? ” many asked
I am the youngest among my friends
By whistles and gestures we call them
And by smiles they do pass us by
We tease ourselves and together all laugh
Before the rain the wind came
Let the waters beat me, I do not care!
For my good friends I will not leave
And the speech that makes glad my heart I shall not cease
poem by Nicholas Boateng
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I will die and go to my father
I will die and go to my father
without any further postponement, now
I will take my car and to the road,
die from everything ugly in me,
die from the wrong things between us,
die from that which separates us,
drive to where his white house is against the mountains
although fear clings to my heart.
I will die and go to my father,
die from that which has kept me so long from him,
die from all my pride,
die from all the wrong things in me
and even if I drive for hours long
while the sun fades,
I will take my car and to the road
and anchor myself on the eternal rock
(believe that he will be waiting me in) ,
die from all my pride
and believe that he will wrap his arms around me,
will hold me tightly.
I will die and go to my father
and believe that we will cry and laugh together,
believe that I will know of his love,
believe that he will be waiting me in,
without suspicion
and with repentance
I will take my car and to the road
and I will eat with him again
before time forever runs out,
believe that I will know of his love
and that he will really understand,
shall see me as his own.
I will die and go to my father
I will take my car and to the road
we will enter into deep conversations with love and new hope,
die from everything ugly in me
before time forever runs out,
die from that which separates us.
[References: Ek sal sterf en na my vader gaan by Breyten Breytenbach. Ek sal sterf en na my moeder gaan by Gert Strydom.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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