Shallow Grave
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that I'll be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another Joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
and leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
I won't lie, I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor 'cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I won't lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Shallow Graves
When I fall in endless sleep
I hope that Ill be buried deep
Let me be the one that fortune favours
Even good children got shallow graves
Throw another clown to the lions
Throw another joan on the blaze
Cast me away on the cruel calm ocean
And leave me for days and days and days and days and days
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
I wont lie, I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Bless the poor cos like the rich
They all end up in a ditch
In this world of fools and knaves
Even good children got shallow graves
The tinker, the tailor, the fabulous five
Nobody gets out of this alive
Chorus
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down deep where the dead men sleep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
Dig me down, dig me down, dig me down deep
I wont lie in this poor shallow grave
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Shallow Days...
well, there are
shallow days, nothing deep
something for my
feet,
above me the sun
one and only one sun
just the sun and my head
and the shallow waters
on my toes
and the noon time walk
when everyone is as usual
having lunch, and
my toes get wet and i
am making meanings
on the shallow waters
the body in the middle of
this air, the hands are like
eagles flying. the fingers are
turning into feathers
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Heel On The Shovel
Im diggin you a shallow grave
An to the sun your face Ill raise
Im diggin you a shallow grave
One hundred buzzards buzzin
I seen death hangin from the tallest tree
Eyes closed no lookin back at me
Ye they came an took him in the night
The one who kissed em was greed
O everyone will see
An everyone will know
Boy you reap what you sow
Im diggin you a shallow grave
An on your rotten bones Ill raise
Yellow daisies
For my true loves hair
One hundred buzzards buzzin
I see death runnin from his majesty
O lord where is the fear in me
In between your praying hands
You hold the skeleton key
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Heel On A Shovel
i'm diggin' you a shallow grave
an to the sun your face i'll raise
i'm diggin' you a shallow grave
one hundred buzzards buzzin'
i seen death hangin' from the tallest tree
eyes closed no lookin' back at me
ye they came an took him in the night
the one who kissed em was greed
o everyone will see
an everyone will know
boy you reap what you sow
i'm diggin' you a shallow grave
an on your rotten bones i'll raise
yellow daisies
for my true loves hair
one hundred buzzards buzzin'
i see death runnin' from his majesty
o lord where is the fear in me
in between your praying hands
you hold the skeleton key
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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The Silent Lover i
PASSIONS are liken'd best to floods and streams:
The shallow murmur, but the deep are dumb;
So, when affection yields discourse, it seems
The bottom is but shallow whence they come.
They that are rich in words, in words discover
That they are poor in that which makes a lover.
poem by Sir Walter Raleigh
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Gravedigger
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913,
Cyrus Jones 1810 to 1913
Made his great grandchildren believe you could live to 100 and 3
Made his great grandchildren believe
A 100 and 3, is forever when you're just a little kid so
You could live to a hundred and three
Cyrus Jones lived forever
A hundred and three is forever when you're just a little kid
So Cyrus Jones lived forever
Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Muriel Stonewall 1903 to 1954,
She lost both of her babies in the second great war,
Muriel Stonewall
Now you should never have to watch as your only children are lowered into the ground
1903 to 1954
I mean
She lost both of her babies in the second great war
Never have to bury your own babies
Now you should never have to watch
Your only children lowered in the ground
Gravedigger
I mean you should never have to bury your own babies
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Ring around the Rosy
Gravedigger
Pocket full of posies
Ashes to ashes
Ring around the rosey
We all fall down
Pocket full of posey
Ashes to ashes
Gravedigger
We all fall down
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Oh Gravedigger
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Little Mikey Carsons, 67 to 75
Gravedigger
He rode his bike like the devil until the day he died
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
Little Mikey Carson 67 to 75
Oh, 1940 to 1992
He rode his
Bike like the devil until the day he died
Gravedigger
When he grows up he wants to be Mr. Vertigo on the flying trapeze
When you dig my grave
Ohhh, 1940 to 1992
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Oh, Gravedigger
When you dig my grave
Could you make it shallow
When you dig my grave
So that I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
I can feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
Gravedigger
So that I can feel the rain
When you dig my grave
Feel the rain
Could you make it shallow
I can feel the rain
So that I can feel the rain
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
Gravedigger
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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In An Anonymous Week
If I am not beautiful, nobody really has interests
Or love; and I am quite shallow,
The pittance of an unreturned dove:
You know, you know- all of our graves or quite
Shallow, too- like animal graves,
Like animals shoes; and this is what I have been doing,
Digging up shallow tubs of earth, throwing dirt
Over my shoulders like a dirty curse, and doing it
Without appeasing anyone in the eye;
If I should have to die, If I should have to die, let it
Be little animal tears for me, and distant cars,
And distant echoes of somnolent feet; you know,
I am not pretty, and the way the earth moves, I shall
Be dead in an anonymous week.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Number Three
Theres only two songs in me and I just wrote the third
Dont know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my musics shallow grave
For the two songs in me and the third one I just made
A rich man once told me
Hey lifes a funny thing
A poor man once told me
That he cant afford to speak
Now Im in the middle like a bird without a beak cause
Theres just two songs in me and I just wrote the third
Dont know where I got the inspiration or how I wrote the words
Spent my whole life just digging up my musics shallow grave
For the two songs in me and the third one I just made
So I went to the president
And I asked old whats-his-name
Has he ever gotten writers block
Or something like the same
He just started talking
Like he was on tv
If theres just two songs in ya, boy
Whaddaya want from me?
So I bought myself some denim pants
And a silver guitar
But I politely told the ladies
Youll still have to call me sir
Because I have to keep my self-respect
Ill never be a star
Since theres just two songs in me
And this is number three
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Dreamers
Black eyed ravens
They spiral down
They tilt his head back
To the flame filled sunset
Raise their guns high
As the darken falls
These are the days boys
Shallow man
Shallow man (shallow man) and they
Eats in the doorways with his head inclined
And hes always in decline
No-one hears anymore
So he shrinks as they ride
Under vermillion skies
So it goes (so it goes)
Just a searcher (so it goes)
Lonely soul (so it goes)
The last of the dreamers (so it goes)
Shallow man
Shallow man
Speaks to the shadows
Moves his trembling hands
And hes always a little late
For the dawning of the day
So it goes (so it goes)
Just a searcher (so it goes)
Lonely soul (so it goes)
The last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes) just a searcher
(so it goes) lonely soul
(so it goes) the last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes) just a searcher
(so it goes) lonely soul
(so it goes) the last of the dreamers (so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
(so it goes)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Aquamarine
Aquamarine
All that glitters lies beneath
Deep blue,
Shallow green
I won't let it go
Aquamarine
You're my sexy little daydream
Deep blue,
Shallow green
I don't make it sound
Now there's a dream
Aquamarine
Send it up into the gulf stream
Deep blue,
shallow green
I won't let it go
Now there's a dream
Now there's a dream
Aquamarine
song performed by by Heather Nova
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A Small Plot Of Land
Poor soul
Spit upon that
Poor soul
He never knew what hit him
And it hit him so
Poor dunce
He pushed back the pigmen
The barbs laughed
The fool is dead
Poor dunce
Hes less than within us
The brains talk
But the will to live is dead
And prayer cant
Travel so far these days
The talk of your life
Standing so near
To innocent eyes
Poor dunce
Swings thru the tunnels
And claws his way
Is small life so manic
Are these really the days
Poor dunce
Poor dunce
Poor soul
Poor soul
Poor soul
song performed by by David Bowie
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Suffer Little Children
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And i'll lay me down
Lesley-anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh john, you'll never be a man
You'll never see your home again
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night
A woman said : "i know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"
Hindley wakes and hindley says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, wherever he has gone, i have gone"
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, hindley wakes, hindley wakes, and says :
"oh, whatever he has done, i have done"
But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :
"find me ... find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh, you might sleep
But you will never dream !
You might sleep
But you will never dream !
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh manchester, so much to answer for
Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, i'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
But you will ...
Oh ...
Over the moors, i'm on the moors
Oh, over the moors
Oh, the child is on the moors
song performed by by Smiths
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Bury Me
In a mausoleum interred don't let me be
Nor in a metal box lay the remains of me
be buried underground six feet, it is too deep
Only a shallow grave is what for me I wish
So I can go to dust, whereto I should return
And again of nature a part I will become
Feed and nourish even the weeds and lowly grass
Be of use and value, which I was not in life
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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A Shallow Grave
Not deep, let my grave be shallow
From dust I came to dust I'd go
And of nature I'll be a part
Nourish even the lowly grass
And be of worth that I was not
poem by Pacific Hernandez
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Sleeper
Sleep that half dead,
sleep the body not the head.
Sleep that bad said,
Poor owns that bed,
Dreams are found on that herd.
Sleep while awake,
Sleep that dead not closed eye fake.
Sleep that weak,
Tommorow u gona take.
Eat that sleep and enjoy its steak.
Sleep still stands,
None to overtake.
Sleep that height dare for cake.
Sleep that stress and have the bless,
Sleep to confess as she do to embrance,
Sleep for paid cash as he do to love false.
Sleep that sleep as no one sleep ever deep.
Sleep that better as no other sleeper.
Wear that sweater as did Brother Peter,
Sleep that firm to dream that greater,
Sleep not slopy arrise all the weaker.
poem by Abdallah Mpogole
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Those Days of Being Reckless
Folks so shallow and low...
You can see right through them.
But they don't know they are shallow and low,
Or the damage done to their illegitimate children.
It's okay to have sex and better if it's good.
It's okay to be irresponsible...
Since no one seems to teach discipline.
And discipline for those lazy,
Is like committing sin!
But those days of being reckless,
Are coming to an end!
A change we all can taste and feel,
Is soon about to begin!
'I thought he would be a nice guy? '
Oh, he is.
He is nice and strict!
And under his leadership...
He is not going to tolerate,
None of this 'sickness' that had addicted.
Did you think because he is Black...
He would allow a continuance of that crap?
Behind that smile is a business man!
And he is not going to have any more of that.
He's going to put millions to work...
As civil servants.
Disciplined and of self worth!
Get ready for The New World Order.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Moody.
I have a dark side to me.
That looks for the soul to see.
I have a heart,
That will not let the
Heartless and feckless
Feel nothing at all.
I have a clinical edge,
For seeing beyond the
Easy and shallow.
I have a dark side to me.
That wants the bad
To be held at sea.
Where their pain cannot
Grow endlessly.
I can be moody and grumpy
About the state of humankind.
If i can give,
Why can`t you?
(See the oncoming rain)
I have a dark side to me
Looking for the soul to see,
Beyond the easy and shallow.
I have a cold eye,
For the agressive and unkind.
Their message is as poor as at
Any time of this world.
poem by Peter Vealey
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Other one's words
We all go to sleep
With someone’s words
In our minds
Words of kindness
Words of anger
Words of every kind
They carry us off to sleep
And perhaps temper
And shape our dreams
Words said in caring
The most soothing
it seems
In anger or sadness
In calm and in madness
Words in our minds, we’ll find
As we drift off to sleep
Be it fretful or deep…and
Our mind slowly lowers it’s blinds
We all go to sleep… be it shallow or deep
Hearing some other one’s…
Words in our minds
poem by David Whalen
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Shallow Days
Mary jane says its all right
Shes just around the corner from the main light.
Any day now, its all right
Shes standing on the precipice of big time.
And I know Im a little uptight,
Ive got to go before the sun shines.
Were just a couple small people squeezing out a life,
We need a little good time.
Its not far from here,
Mary comes and goes.
Drifting through the scenery of the shallow days below,
That is anybody knows.
You follow trains out of town and they vanish somewhere under the horizon.
Yeah well I saw mary jane dragged her shadow down the tracks,
Stare off in the distance.
Its not far from here,
Mary waves hello.
Smiling though shes sinking in the shallow days below,
I cant find a way out of here.
Out on the road again,
Im much, much too concerned about mary jane.
Im all alone again,
I like what she said, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning through the shallow days, down below.
You know I heard a band playing waltzes in a grange hall
The sun is sinking lower.
People staring, mary jane humming softly to herself,
Nobody really knows her.
Any day now its all right,
She tells herself that this will be the last time.
Mary jane pulls her hair back and wonders what shell do with all her
Freetime.
Not too far from here,
Mary turns to go.
Smiling while the waltz begins, dancing down the road
Hey hey mr. freedom,
What are we supposed to think?
cause Im a very tiny person and it worries me.
Im all alone again,
I like what she says, not what it means.
She leaves me drowning in the shallow days way down below.
Im sorry, she said,
I know its not the kind of thing you want.
Im falling, falling down.
Im sorry, she said.
I know Im not the kind of girl you want.
Were falling, falling, falling, falling down.
song performed by by Counting Crows
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The Sea
Who lay against the sea, and fled,
Who lightly loved the wave,
Shall never know, when he is dead,
A cool and murmurous grave.
But in a shallow pit shall rest
For all eternity,
And bear the earth upon the breas
That once had worn the sea.
poem by Dorothy Parker
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