Mandalay
I traced the footsteps through the multi-colored avenues
That wind their way down to the sea
I see the birds that fly beneath the darkened sky
They are the messengers of dreams
Mandalay, now I know what you try to be
Mandalay, now I wish you were here with me
Pages filled with science fiction
Without fear of contradiction
Walking through the fields of evergreen
I see a turn and walk away
And from the east there comes a breeze
That flows up high into the blue
Mandalay, now I know what you try to be
Mandalay, now I wish you were here with me
The sound of retribution
In total disillusion, mandalay
Mandalay, now I know what you try to be
Mandalay, now I wish you were here with me
Admidst the confusion
The only conclusion
Mandalay of the misty eyes
Have gazed into the coming door
The leaves that turn to gold and brown
Ive watched them falling to the ground
Mandalay, now I know what you try to be
Mandalay, now I wish you were here with me
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Mandalay
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, lookin' eastward to the sea,
There's a Burma girl a-settin', and I know she thinks o' me;
For the wind is in the palm-trees, and the temple-bells they say:
"Come you back, you British soldier; come you back to Mandalay!"
Come you back to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay:
Can't you 'ear their paddles chunkin' from Rangoon to Mandalay?
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
'Er petticoat was yaller an' 'er little cap was green,
An' 'er name was Supi-yaw-lat -- jes' the same as Theebaw's Queen,
An' I seed her first a-smokin' of a whackin' white cheroot,
An' a-wastin' Christian kisses on an 'eathen idol's foot:
Bloomin' idol made o'mud --
Wot they called the Great Gawd Budd --
Plucky lot she cared for idols when I kissed 'er where she stud!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
When the mist was on the rice-fields an' the sun was droppin' slow,
She'd git 'er little banjo an' she'd sing "~Kulla-lo-lo!~"
With 'er arm upon my shoulder an' 'er cheek agin' my cheek
We useter watch the steamers an' the ~hathis~ pilin' teak.
Elephints a-pilin' teak
In the sludgy, squdgy creek,
Where the silence 'ung that 'eavy you was 'arf afraid to speak!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
But that's all shove be'ind me -- long ago an' fur away,
An' there ain't no 'busses runnin' from the Bank to Mandalay;
An' I'm learnin' 'ere in London what the ten-year soldier tells:
"If you've 'eard the East a-callin', you won't never 'eed naught else."
No! you won't 'eed nothin' else
But them spicy garlic smells,
An' the sunshine an' the palm-trees an' the tinkly temple-bells;
On the road to Mandalay . . .
I am sick o' wastin' leather on these gritty pavin'-stones,
An' the blasted Henglish drizzle wakes the fever in my bones;
Tho' I walks with fifty 'ousemaids outer Chelsea to the Strand,
An' they talks a lot o' lovin', but wot do they understand?
Beefy face an' grubby 'and --
Law! wot do they understand?
I've a neater, sweeter maiden in a cleaner, greener land!
On the road to Mandalay . . .
Ship me somewheres east of Suez, where the best is like the worst,
Where there aren't no Ten Commandments an' a man can raise a thirst;
For the temple-bells are callin', an' it's there that I would be --
By the old Moulmein Pagoda, looking lazy at the sea;
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the old Flotilla lay,
With our sick beneath the awnings when we went to Mandalay!
On the road to Mandalay,
Where the flyin'-fishes play,
An' the dawn comes up like thunder outer China 'crost the Bay!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Philip Le Barr
Philip Le Barr,
Was knock down by a car,
On the road to Mandalay.
He was knocked down again
By a dust cart in Spain
And again in Zanzibar.
So,
He travled at night
In the pale moon light
Away from the traffic growl
But terrible luck
He was hit by a duck
Driven by an owl.
poem by Spike Milligan
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Not Guilty
Not guilty
For getting in your way
While you're trying to steal the day.
Not guilty
And i'm not here for the rest,
I'm not trying to steal your vest.
I am not trying to be smart,
I only want what i can get.
I'm really sorry for your ageing head.
But like you heard me said:
Not guilty.
No use handing me a writ
While i'm trying to do my bit.
I don't expect to take your heart.
I only want what i can get.
I'm really sorry that you're underfed.
But like you heard me said:
Not guilty.
Not guilty
For looking like a freak,
Making friends with every sikh.
Not guilty
For leading you astray
On the road to mandalay.
I won't upset the apple cart.
I only want what i can get.
I'm really sorry that you've been misled.
But like you heard me said:
Not guilty.
song performed by by Beatles
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Not Guilty
Not guilty
For getting in your way
While youre trying to steal the day
Not guilty
And Im not here for the rest
Im not trying to steal your vest.
I am not trying to be smart
I only want what I can get
Im really sorry for your ageing head
But like you heard me said
Not guilty.
Not guilty
For being on your street
Getting underneath your feet
Not guilty
No use handing me a writ
While Im trying to do my bit.
I dont expect to take your heart . . .
I only want what I can get
Im really sorry that youre underfed . . .
But like you heard me said . . .
Not guilty.
Not guilty
For looking like a freak
Making friends with every sikh
Not guilty
For leading you astray
On the road to mandalay.
I wont upset the apple cart
I only want what I can get
Im really sorry that youve been misled . . .
But like you heard me said . . .
Not guilty.
song performed by by George Harrison
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Mountains Of Burma
The tucker box is empty now, the heart of kellys country cleared
The gangers on the southern line, like the steam trains have disappeared
Pelicans glide, miracles up in the sky
We vote for the government, with axes in his eyes
Mountains of burma, the road to mandalay
In the mountains of burma, light years away, mountains of burma
Will the sons of solidarity, still march on may day
And will the sisters of the seventies, still fight for equal pay
Theres no on eon the reeperbahn, no more blankets handed out for land
We feed an economy, thats got blood on its hands
Mountains of burma...
Pack your bags full of guns and ammunition
Bills fall due for the industrial revolution
Scorch the earth till the earth surrenders
Soldiers of armies, storm empty fields
In a travellers trance, on the way to the high frontier
Sleepwalkers stumble, cable cars run aground
Imaginary enemies, form high above the clouds
In the mountains of burma...
(hirst)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Big World
Looking over hong kong harbour
Throw a shrimp in yellow wine
Eat it when it ceases moving
Just before is fine too
There's an ancient chinese saying
Always seems to slip my mind
Does it really die with honour
Does it really matter
It's a big world - so much to do
Sitting on a beach in bali
Tried to reach and grab a cloud
Looked so much like cotton candy
And i'm feeling god-like
Could it be just what i'm eating
Only mushrooms after all
And with juice of avocado
I should live forever
It's a big world - so much to see much
Sitting on the floor in kyoto
Marvel at the latest catch
Eat it as soon as you are able
Quick before they cook it
There's an eyeball staring at me
And i know i've met my match
Do i eat or am i eaten
It's a new adventure
It's a big world - so much to do
It's a big world - so much to see
From the leningradsky prospekt
On the road to mandalay
There's a new intoxication
Hits you just as you're leaving
Caf sur les champs-elyses
Baklava in istanbul
Smoke a pipe in casablanca
Question all you believe in
It's a big world - so much to do
It's a big world - so much to see
And plenty of room for me and you
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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(It's A) Big World
(words and music by Joe Jackson)
Looking over Hong Kong harbour
Throw a shrimp in yellow wine
Eat it when it ceases moving
Just before is fine too
There's an ancient Chinese saying
Always seems to slip my mind
Does it really die with honour
Does it really matter
It's a big world
It's a big world - so much to see
Sitting on a beach in Bali
Tried to reach and grab a cloud
Looked so much like cotton candy
And I'm feeling god-like
Could it be just what I'm eating
Only mushrooms after all
And with juice of avocado
I should live forever
It's a big world
It's a big world - so much to do
Sitting on the floor in Kyoto
Marvel at the latest catch
Eat it soon as you are able
Quick before they cook it
There's an eyeball staring at me
And I know I've met my match
Do I eat or am I eaten
It's a new adventure
It's a big world - so much to do
It's a big world - so much to see
From the Leningradsky Prospekt
On the road to Mandalay
There's a new intoxication
Hits you just as you're leaving
Caf sur les Champs-Elyses
Baklava in Istanbul
Smoke a pipe in Casablanca
Question all you believe in
It's a big world - so much to see
It's a big world - so much to do
And plenty of room for me and you
(C) 1986 Pokazuka Ltd. (ASCAP)
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Road To Mandalay
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
Theres nothing funny left to say
This sombre song would drain the sun
But it wont shine until its sung
No water running in the stream
The saddest place weve ever been
Everything I touched was golden
Everything I loved got broken
On the road to mandalay
Every mistake ive ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
Theres nothing left for you to give
The truth is all that youre left with
Twenty places then at dawn
We will die and be reborn
I like to sleep beneath the trees
Have the universe at one with me
Look down the barrel of a gun
And feel the moon replace the sun
Everything weve ever stolen
Has been lost returned or broken
No more dragons left to slay
Every mistake ive ever made
Has been rehashed and then replayed
As I got lost along the way
Save me from drowning in the sea
Beat me up on the beach
What a lovely holiday
Theres nothing funny left to say
song performed by by Robbie Williams
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Waster
I love my life on Mars
It has a side of perfect slumber
Just like a lucky charm
Keeps the nights from mornings after
And though I find it hard
I might say with a gay abandon
Girl we got it all
A room with a view of the rings of Saturn
Girl we got it all
Come spend your life on Mars
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the thing you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Don't waster her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
My mind may go astray
But that don't mean that you should follow
This road to Mandalay
Where you might drown when the water's shallow
And though you'll find it hard
You might add with a gay abandon
Now, girl we got it all
On Santa Monica Boulevard
Girl we got it all
Come hang on the Boulevard
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you have the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said you waste her
You waster
If you taste it, la la la
Don't waste it, la la la
If you find the thing you've always admired
Don't break it, la la la
If you crave her, la la la
Enslave her, la la la
If you find the one you've always desired
Don't break her, la la la
I said don't waste her (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
You waster (la la la, la la la)
song performed by by Gomez
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Lets Take A Walk Around The Block
I never traveled further north than old van courtland park
And never further south than the aquarium
Ive seen the charm of jersey city, but first let me remark
I saw it from the empire state solarium
But weve been putting nickels in the postal savings bank
And when those nickels pile up, we can toddle off in swank
And I dont mean an ordinary cooks tour
I mean a cabin de-luxe tour
Someday well go places
New lands and new faces
The day we quit punching the clock
The future looks pleasant,
But at present
Lets take a walk around the block.
Youre just the companion
I want at grand canyon
For throwing old blades down the rock
The money we have'll go for travel
Meantime, lets walk around the block.
Gangway, well begin
When our, ship comes in
Ill sit on your lap
All over the map
To london in may time
To venice in play time
To paris in time for a frock
To boston in bean time
Darling, meantime
Lets take a walk around the block.
(bridge)
In winter at christmas,
Well visit the isthmus
And see how they lock up a lock
And then in caracas, on a jackass,
Well take a ride around the block.
Well keep to our promise,
To visit st. thomas
And then at jamaica well dock
The prospect is thrilling,
Still I am willing,
Just now to walk around the block.
Onward, to cathay
Then to mandalay
Boom on to bangkok
Praps vladivostok
Well send the folks cables
Accumulate labels
Buy souvenirs till were in hock
But since we are flat in old manhattan
Lets take a walk around the block.
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Quite silly but accurate pop star rhymes
Billy Joel
In a Begging Bowl
All full of holes
I'm not bowled
Over. Hair is coal
He should be
On the Dole
With a face
Like a mole.
Mick Jagger
Is a beer blagger
Appeared on Saga
Gives Jerry daggers
Tight pants, a nagger
A bum bum waggler
Hearsay
Go away don't come
Again another day
As sick and cheap as
Milk Tray
Put them on a one way
Road to Pop history Mandalay
Stupid swaying can't we slay?
Elton John
Thumpy piano hair gone
Plumpy faced as Simon le Bon
Not sci-fi like film Tron
Or as electric as a Positron
Weighs a great deal a ton
Silly glasses spangles upon
Steps
Are Schweppes
All Peps
But no TESSAS
How they wept
When a flea crept
Onto their hair swept
Britney Spears and Christina Aguilera
Spear of Destiny with no quiff
Spare us Britney Spears
Even after a few beers
Her thrusting gyrate rears
What a pair of lovely dears
With talent in copious arrears
Christina Aguilera rhymed clearer
All her make up costs dearer
Frizz and glitz spoilt and teen bearer
Without a mike you probably can't hear her
Atomic Kitten
Three little mangy Scouse bitten
Have lost their common mittens
It's cover versions with few originals written
With thin hair and no talent typical Britain
poem by Jasmine Maddock
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My Typewriter
I used to think a pot of ink
Held magic in its fluid,
And I would ply a pen when I
Was hoary a a Druid;
But as I scratch my silver thatch
My battered old Corona
Calls out to me as plaintively
As dying Desdemona.
"For old time's sake give me a break:
To you I've been as loyal
As ever could an Underwood,
Or Remington or Royal.
The globe we've spanned together and
Two million words, maybe,
For you I've tapped - it's time you rapped
A rhyme or two for me.
"I've seen you sit and smoke and spit
With expletives profane,
Then tear with rage the virgin page
I tendered you in vain.
I've watched you glare in dull despair
Through hours of brooding thought,
Then with a shout bang gaily out
The 'word unique' you sought.
"I've heard you groan and grunt and moan
That rhyme's a wretched fetter;
That after all you're just a small
Fat-headed verse-begetter;
You'd balance me upon your knee
Like any lady friend,
Then with a sigh you'd lay me by
For weeks and weeks on end.
"I've known when you were mighty blue
And hammered me till dawn,
Dire poverty! But I would be
The last thing you would pawn.
Days debt-accurst! Then at its worst
The sky, behold, would clear;
A poem sold, the garret cold
Would leap to light and cheer.
"You've toted me by shore and sea
From Mexico to Maine;
From Old Cathay to Mandalay,
From Samarkand to Spain.
You've thumped me in the battle's din
And pounded me in peace;
By air and land you've lugged me and
Your shabby old valise.
"But now my keys no more with ease
To your two fingers yield;
With years of use my joints are loose,
With wear of flood and field.
And even you are slipping too:
You're puffy, stiff and grey:
Old Sport, we're done, our race is run -
Why not call it a day?"
Why not? You've been, poor old machine!
My tried and faithful friend.
With fingertip your keys I'll flip
Serenely to the end.
For even though you're stiff and slow,
No other will I buy.
And though each word be wan and blurred
I'll tap you till I die.
poem by Robert William Service
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S.o.s.
(They found her body right under the stairs
Where it had lain for twenty years,
The neck was broken, I heard folks say -
'Too late! ' was the verdict of Gallows Bay) .
* * * *
I'd heard dark things of Samuel Pell,
He drank too much and was far from well,
But he walked the beach in the early morn,
Especially after a gale, or storm.
He checked the flotsam as in it swirled
Into the bay from the seas of the world,
All the jetsam he'd pile up high,
And check each mark, with many a sigh.
But never a word did I hear him speak
From the crack of dawn to the end of the week,
And then he'd hurry on home once more
Where he'd bar his window and lock his door.
He lived in a three-roomed beachside shack
With a lookout room that he'd built out back,
And up to that room he would creep at nights,
With the curtains drawn, you could still see lights.
Red lights, yellow, and some were green
They'd blink and change with a squeal, a scream,
And over all was a dreadful hum
As the world swirled through his solarium.
Towering over the roof, at last
Was a big, old fashioned radio mast,
And folks would grumble in Gallows Bay
'Old Pell's up talking to Mandalay.'
The folks who knew him from times before
Would shake their heads, but would say no more,
For everyone knew that his only son
Was lost at sea when the war was on.
And Pell had been on the Ham that day,
An S.O.S. from a world away
Came tumbling over the ocean's swell
From His Majesty's Ship, the 'Camberwell.'
So Pell had alerted the Naval Base
As the tears streamed over his cheeks, his face,
His fingers flew on the dit-dit-dit
'Til his fingers bled, and his eyes were lit.
But somewhere, in the Atlantic swell
The bow went down of the 'Camberwell',
She slid so silently into the deep,
Carried his son to eternal sleep.
Carried him down with the ship, distressed
Where a sailor's duties are put to rest,
While Pell sat there with his headphones on
His wife had cursed him to hell and beyond.
And then she'd gone, one lonely night
Had left the bay and the daily fight,
Just walked, he'd said, with never a word
Though whether she had, he wouldn't have heard.
For twenty years he'd listened first
To the chatter of Morse at a hundred Hertz,
Then clattered his key to the whole world round:
'Has HMS Camberwell ever been found? '
I watched him, suddenly old and grey
As he walked the beach in his aimless way,
And heard them talk in the old Bar One's,
'I'm hearing that Pell has Parkinson's! '
He stiffened up, and he slowed his walk,
His shoulders hunched, and he couldn't talk,
He beckoned, come to his room up there,
He needed help just to climb the stair.
His hands were trembling on the key,
I knew Morse Code as well as he,
His fingers trembled, he made mistakes
With the dits and dahs, and the sentence breaks.
But in his eyes was the strangest light
Like a man who's suddenly proven right,
He handed over the headphones then
And smiled at me like an old, old friend.
I heard the chatter repeat, and then
Begin the message all over again,
It said: 'Keep listening here, it's true,
For soon I'm coming on home for you! '
The Morse was echoing in and out
Like a message sent from a waterspout,
It waxed and waned, and said: 'It's true!
Old man... I'm coming on home for you! '
He took the headphones, took the key
Was calm at first, more calm than me,
Then tapped a message I could not guess,
Old Pell was tapping an S.O.S.
For then a sound like I'd never heard,
Such beating, just like the wings of a bird,
Old Pell fell back on the old arm rest,
His heart was beating right out of his chest.
His heart was beating, his fingers tapped,
The dits and dahs, they flew, he rapped,
But coming over the headphone swell,
The message was signed - 'HMS Hell! '
He groaned, stared right in my eyes, in fright
His jaw had dropped and his face was white,
He died, and I thought that his soul was free
Though his fingers kept tapping the paddle key.
The paddle key, still tapped in my head,
For minutes then after Pell was dead,
And still I heard - and this I must stress -
The key kept tapping out S.O.S.
9 October 2008
poem by David Lewis Paget
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The Barge and the Bride
I was having a meal, steak egg and chips
At the Humpty Dumpty Inn,
Next to the Curly-Wyrley Cut
Where the Curly bits begin,
When I heard a shout from a passing barge
‘You'd better duck! ' it said,
Then the bone from a monster ham flew up
And it hit me in the head!
I fell to the crazy paving, gathered
My wits, and looked around,
And there was Joe on the ‘Autumn Queen'
With his daughter, Maggie Browne,
He'd said something to stir her blood
And she'd thrown the bone at him,
But missed - and always the lucky one,
I'd caught it on the chin!
‘I'll get you back for this, ' I yelled,
And I shook my fist at her,
But she just laughed, and stuck her foot
On the prow, to bait my glare,
She slowly pulled her dress right up
To the thigh, and showed a leg,
‘If you can beat us to Walsall Lock
You can have me, we'll be wed! '
I gathered Flynn and we hitched the horse
And we set off in pursuit,
But our old Barge was slow, and Jessie
The horse was old, to boot,
We carried a hundred tons of coal
And the going would be slow,
But Maggie had always turned me down
In the past… I'd let her go!
She knew I only had eyes for her,
She'd played me like a fool,
She'd flirt, then gather her skirts and run,
It seemed to be the rule,
I knew she wanted away from Joe
So this could be my chance,
She'd never gone back on her word before,
Was she ripe for a new romance?
They'd left us a half a mile behind
As we got her under way,
This dirty Barge with the fancy name
That I'd christened ‘Mandalay',
But Flynn got Jessie to heave and strain
And we made four miles an hour,
If we could beat her to Walsall Lock
Then I'd have her in my power!
The towpath changed to the other side
At a tiny hump-backed bridge,
Flynn had to lead the horse across
Then down, and under the ledge,
We called it ‘threading the needle' then,
By keeping the rope attached,
We'd made a couple of hundred yards
On the Barge we wanted to catch.
The sun went down and the stars came out
I could see their lights ahead,
Their cabin gave out a cosy glow
As the thought rushed through my head,
That all was fair in love and war
I ran along the bank,
Then hidden in darkness up ahead
I unhitched their horse, called ‘Hank! '
Their Barge was dead in the water
When we passed them at nine o'clock,
By ten, I saw it ahead, the lights
And the gates of Walsall Lock,
Then out of the gloom I heard a sigh
As Maggie appeared in the dark,
And raised her face as the moon came up
So I kissed her, there by the Lock!
30 June 2012
(For our American readers, the ‘Curly-Wyrley
was the Wyrley and Essington Canal - ‘the Cut'
as we used to call canals, where I came from in
Birmingham, England. It had more twists and
turns than any canal in England, thus the
‘Curly-Wyrley'. During the Industrial Revolution
Canals were major transport hubs, valuable for the
Transport of coal from the midlands, and whole
families lived and eked out a living on these barges) .
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Leaves That Are Green
I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song
I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
I held her close but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
I threw a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripple run away
And they never made a sound
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Hello, hello, hello, hello
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither in the wind
And they crumble in your hand
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Turn, and Walk Away
i gave you all the dreams i had
i gave you all i am
now the times are hard and bad
dreams have crumbled in the sand
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
hungry eyes are distant now
you're lost inside yourself
you only feel what you allow
you've put me on the shelf
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
autumn slowly turns to winter
as leaves fall from the trees
you're staring through the window
as your tears begin to freeze
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away
you turn and walk away...
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Early Morning Breeze
I open up my door to greet the early morning sun
Closing it behind me and away I do run
To the meadow where the meadow lark is singing in the tree
In the meadow I go walking in the early morning breeze
I cup my hands to catch a multi-colored butterfly
Perched upon the petals of flowers growing wild
Freeing it I watch it as it flies away from me
To visit with the flowers in the early morning breeze
Chorus:
Rainbow colored flowers kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breeze
Misty-eyed I look about the meadow where I stray
For its there I find the courage to greet the coming day
For there among the flowers I kneel gently to my knees
To have a word with God in the early mornig breeze
2nd chorus:
A rainbow colored meadow kissed with early morning sun
The aster and the dahlia and wild geraniums
Drops of morning due still linger on the iris leaves
In the meadow where Im walking in the early morning breez
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I Will Always Love You For Who You Are
Even if the leaves of ground turn red of my blood
Even if the leaves of ground turn happy yellow into dust
Even the leaves of ground turn brown into ashes
Even if the leaves of ground turn black into the night
You will always be swaying in my breath
Because I will always love you for who you are
Even if they take out my mind again
And spin it round the midnight blue
Even if they take my heart away again
And throw it down a silent well
From inside that well your name I will call
Even though I don't like to make promises at all
This much I can always promise
Because I will always love you for who you are
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Turn To Gold
SHINE!
I don't know why
all the fiction of your sleeping
doesn't visit you awake
I don't know how to get your storybook sunrise
to follow you above your cloudy day
all these gifts you left on you
with heaven painted on you
i wish this now with all my soul
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
terrified the world will never turn to look at you
and the sun won't see you shine
she'll resign for rose cooked blush just from your smiling
let the water form a cry
only better luck should greet you
the road should rise to meet you
i wish this now with all i know
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
loose inside your winter
feel the cold wind blowing
cutting through your head and through your ears
feel the fire growing
no more frozen danger
no more wrteched ice storm fear
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
may all your visions turn to gold
to have and hold
may all your visions turn to gold
song performed by by Audioslave
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Leaves That Are Green
LEAVES THAT ARE GREEN
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I was 21 years when I wrote this song
I'm 22 now, but I won't be for long
Time hurries on
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
And they wither with the wind
And they crumble in your hand
Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl
I held her close, but she faded in the night
Like a poem I meant to write
CHORUS
I through a pebble in a brook
And watched the ripples run away
And they never made a sound
CHORUS
Hello hello hello hello
Goodbye goodbye goodbye goodbye
That's all there is
And the leaves that are green turn to brown
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By Paul Simon and Art Garfunkle
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song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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