Let Him Dangle
Bentley said to craig let him have it chris
They still dont know today just what he meant by this
Craig fired the pistol, but was too young to swing
So the police took bentley and the very next thing
Let him dangle
Let him dangle
Bentley had surrendered, he was under arrest,
When he gave chris craig that fatal request
Craig shot sidney miles, he took bentleys word
The prosecution claimed as they charged them with murder
Let him dangle
Let him dangle
They say derek bentley was easily led
Well whats that to the woman that sidney miles wed
Though guilty was the verdict, and craig had shot him dead
The gallows were for bentley and still she never said
Let him dangle
Let him dangle
Well its hard to imagine its the times that have changed
When theres a murder in the kitchen that is brutal and strange
If killing anybody is a terrible crime
Why does this bloodthirsty chorus come round from time to time
Let him dangle
Not many people thought that bentley would hang
But the word never came, the phone never rang
Outside wandsworth prison there was horror and hate
As the hangman shook bentleys hand to calculate his weight
Let him dangle
From a welfare state to society murder
Bring back the noose is always heard
Whenever those swine are under attack
But it wont make you even
It wont bring him back
Let him dangle
Let him dangle (string him up)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Fallen Angel
From this cloud where I hang; dangle in the blue
I spy you all tiny creatures on the ground below
Pull my being reckless got me strung up in the sky
Love is law now, see the lawless cry cut my cord now
Better than better off to die
CHORUS
Here am I your falling angel, dangle in the blue
I'm your angel and I wish that I could be like you
It's my time all I have for my crime is such
knowing that the thing I love is that which I can't touch
So I watch your fragile beauty changing in the sun
Love is law now, see the lawless cry cut my cord now
Better than better off to die
I can be then you
I don't believe at all
but I can be then you
I don't believe at all
that I can be like you
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Angle Of Sorrow...
This be me the angle of sorrow…
This is me the angle you wont see tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow who looks for no tomorrow…
The angle of sorrow isn't the one you want to borrow…
This angle isn't going to mangle but he's just going to dangle…
From the ceilings he is going to dangle…
The angle or sorrow is the angle who wont be here forever however
His sorrow will remain in this place forever.
I will bring on sheer terror so be ready to fear
Im coming at you with a spear…don't let me get near… because I will tear you to
Smears…steer away from my path before you get blast…
This place is soo vast but remember that I am fast…
don't let me pass or you will be last…
This is the angle of sorrow…
The angle you wouldn't wanna see tomorrow…
By: Tou Yang
Minstrel Of The Dawn
The minstrel of the dawn is here
To make you laugh and bend your ear
Up the steps youll hear him climb
All full of thoughts, all full of rhymes
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is he
Not too wise but oh so free
Hell talk of life out on the street
Hell play it sad and say it sweet
Look into his shining face
Of lonelines youll always find a trace
Just like me and you
Hes tryin to get into things
More happy than blue
A minstrel of the changin tide
Hell ask for nothing but his pride
Just sit him down upon that chair
Go fetch some wine and set it there
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
A minstrel of the dawn is near
Just like a step n fetchit here
Hes like an old time troubador
Just wanting life and nothing more
Look into his shining eyes
And if you see a ghost dont be surprised
Like me and you
Hes tryin to get into things
More happy than blue
The minstrel boy will understand
He holds a promise in his hand
He talks of better days ahead
And by his words your fortunes read
Listen to the pictures flow
Across the room into your mind they go
Listen to the strings
They jangle and dangle
While the old guitar rings
The minstrel of the dawn is gone
I hope hell call before too long
And if you meet him you must be
The victim of his minstrelsy
Hell sing for you a song
The minstrel of the dawn
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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snow flakes decorate
ice kisses dangle from trees
Droping into stream
haiku by Dorothy Holmes (01 July 2008)
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Decked in silver hues
icicles dangle then drop
Winter's snowy gift
haiku by Lorraine Margueritte Gasrel Black
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We String Up Our Words Of Pearl
we string up our words of pearl
dangle them, on finest fishing line:
butterflies, and large birds of prey
both are born from the same effort;
a monster, or a holy man
enter in through the same channel
and even though love and hate wrestle
every wee-hour of the dawn
to see which will reign that day,
we are never fearful of the weapon
we hold in our own hand
but only of what they might hold, in theirs.
poem by Patti Masterman
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On The Ledge Under The Sky
You sit up high,
On a ledge under the sky,
Where wings don’t fly,
And humans don’t cry,
Up high on this ledge under the sky,
But why or why,
Do you want to fly?
When you can sit up on the sky,
And hear a voice that doesn’t die,
Or see a drifting tie,
On this ledge in the sky,
And smell a pie,
From miles and miles away a sty,
Under the sky,
Where no one can lie,
‘Cause we see everything from up high,
On this ledge under the sky,
Where you can wonder from your mind’s eye,
And your leg and thigh,
Dangle down from this ledge upon the sky,
Where one never does sigh,
Or look upon the rye,
On this ledge below the sky,
You can be a spy,
You can pry and pry,
And never will people see the tears you cry,
Up upon this ledge in the sky,
Never will you fly,
Or dream why or why,
For you’re already on the ledge under the sky.
Bolted Deep In It
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
An upper hand is now commanding,
Everyone to take a stand.
And those who choose to bicker and moan,
Are left with their antics alone!
An upper hand is now commanding,
With no loop holes to excuse.
Or those denying they've been framed...
As all their gains go down the drain.
They've been bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits.
With no loop holes to excuse.
To accuse they've been abused.
Bolted deep in it.
With a tightened grip that fits...
To make sure no loose ends would dangle,
From a knit to slip!
And bolted deeper just to keep,
Mouths closed with silenced lips!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harlem In Havana
At the far end of the midway
By the double ferris wheel
Theres a band that plays so snakey
You cant help how you feel
Emmie mae ran away
With a man as dark as night
You can see him, if you go there
Second trumpet to the right
They play night train
So snakey
Black girls dancing
Long and lanky
Barkers barking
Step right up, folks!
The show is about to begin
Its harlem in havana time
Step right in!
Silver spangles
See em dangle in the farm boys eyes
Hootchie kootchie
Auntie ruthie wouldve cried
If she knew we were on the inside.
When emmie mae ran away
She came back a bottle blonde
God! the gossips had a gourmet feast
Chomping on how she was born
But miracle of miracles
Cuz we were underage
She got us nearly front row seats
To the right side of the stage
See that tall girl?
Thats a man
That one, too
Big yellow feather fan
Barkers barking
Step right up, folks!
The show is about to begin
Its harlem in havana time
Step right in!
Silver spangles
See em dangle in the farm boys eyes
Hootchie kootchie
Auntie ruthie wouldve died
If she knew we were on the inside.
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Perhaps I Asked Too Large
Perhaps I asked too large --
I take -- no less than skies --
For Earths, grow thick as
Berries, in my native town --
My Basked holds -- just -- Firmaments --
Those -- dangle easy -- on my arm,
But smaller bundles -- Cram.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Pete's Dragon [trailer 2]
Bryce Dallas Howard, Robert Redford, Karl Urban, Wes Bentley, Craig Hall, Oakes Fegley, Oona Laurence, Esmee Myers, Isiah Whitlock Jr.
from Pete's Dragon (2016)
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Pete's Dragon
Bryce Dallas Howard, Robert Redford, Karl Urban, Wes Bentley, Craig Hall, Oakes Fegley, Oona Laurence, Esmee Myers, Isiah Whitlock Jr.
from Pete's Dragon (2016)
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Even If I Had Them to Juice
You need not for me to dangle carrots.
I am not easily teased,
To believe my eyesight will clear...
Even if I had them to juice.
Or enticed to slice a piece,
After mixed and baked sweetened.
To lure my craving for a taste of your warm cake.
I am much too brave to be that seduced.
I will wait until it cools.
Only a fool is outdone by impatience.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not Meant With Intention To Experience It
Soliciting the impending of approaching threats,
Builds to instill within mindsets...
Feeding themselves on a feast of conflicts.
To dangle ideals of peace to mention as a novelty.
But clearly not meant with intention to experience it,
In atmospheres promoting the marketing of fear...
When warring against others,
Is a prerequisite to be endeared.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Risk
Peddling influence
Among thieves
And trying to find explanations
For failed connections!
Introduces a risk incurred...
When addictions to opulence,
Can not be cured by standards adopted!
Money becomes as insignificant
As those who dangle it...
In the hopes that it does not strangle!
But,
Eventually it does!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Dewdrop
AH, be not vain. In yon flower-bell,
As rare a pearl, did I appear,
As ever grew in ocean shell,
To dangle at a Helen’s ear.
So was I till a cruel blast
Arose and swept me to the ground,
When, in the jewel of the past,
Earth but a drop of water found.
poem by Joseph Skipsey
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Bicycle Summer
Bicycle summer,
Girls ride across
A moonlight bridge.
Children’s feet dangle
Into warm water,
Small wishes and innocent hearts.
In love with gentle breezes,
I thought I saw Adriana
At her grandfather’s beach house
Smiling with a wine cooler.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Inquisition
I wish I had more time to spend,
In this inquisition you are in.
And when you receive
Information you are willing to accept
And only believe,
Don't perceive me there waiting...
With my heart on my sleeve.
I would have retrieved my belongings
And from you I did leave!
Patterns of doubt,
You want to start and toss about...
May be great for those anticipating your charms,
But I don't need you as a trophy,
To dangle uncertain on my arm!
If you're going to be with me...
Know that I wanted to be there with you!
I'm not looking for aggravation...
You want to start OR put me through!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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the way I feel right now
I feel funny
parts of me are squishy like bread dough
and others hard like a fence post
some are stringy and taught
some loosely dangle.
my middle area swells
like a balloon and hangs
off me as if it weren’t a part of
me or maybe as if it doesn’t want
to be
I feel funny
poem by Jon Edward Walker
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Screams Of Unbearable Agony
In these times we live,
It is best to leave those to dangle...
From a thread of hope that their cherished beliefs,
Are worthy to cling onto with a keeping sacred.
Since so many are afraid to fall into a vat of truth,
Promising to drench them in it completely.
And traumatic would be the havoc heard,
By those who have already experienced...
Their own slipping of grips,
With a distancing from fantasies...
Just to listen to screams of unbearable agony,
They remember but have chosen to forget.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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