Can't Come Down
Well I'm flying down desert streets wrapped in mother's wine and sheets,
Asbestos boots on flaming feet dreaming of forbidden treats,
When uniforms on nighttime beats ask me where I'm going and what I eat.
I answer them with a voice so sweet,
I can't come down till it's plain to see.
I can't come down I've been set free.
Who you are and what you don't make no difference to me.
Well someone trying to tell me where it's at,
And how I do this and why I do that,
With secret smiles like a Chesire cat,
And little wings like a vampire bat,
I fly away to my cold water flat and eat my way to a bone of fat,
And I say to the man with the funny hat,
They say I'll be good to lose my grip,
My hold on reality is starting to slip,
To tell me to got off with this trip,
The say its like a sinking ship,
Life is sweet it's too warm to sip,
And if I drink I'll chuck and flip, I'll just say as I take a nip,
Oh I dream of cotton seas and granite walls and redwood trees,
And ugly eye that only sees endless mirrors and infinite me's,
About the winter's coming freeze this afterthought I say with ease,
To all of you who make your fees
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Get A Grip
I see it on the tv, its playing on my mind,
Everything I see has got something to do with killing my brother.
Just another mind game? or maybe its a sign,
When the child with a gun holds it up to the head of his brother.
Well that aint nice. gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, yeah.
Somebody tell me, where did we lose?
Wheres the point that we lost the control to live with each other?
Mister politician, searching for a lie.
Whats the truth? will the youth find the proof for a revolution?
Cause that aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get you into my life,
Gotta get a hold and get it moving.
I cant tell you what you need to know its up to you, oh yeah
That aint nice, gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip, cause youre gonna slip, on ice,
Gotta get a grip, gotta get a hold on life
Gotta get a grip cause youre gonna slip.
Gotta get a hold of the situation, gotta get a hold on life,
Gotta get a grip and get it moving,
I cant tell you what you need to know, its up to you, oh yeah.
Dont your blood run cold, dont the sorrow show,
Hold on tight to what you have.
See it in your eyes, dont it make you cry,
Get a grip and shake the can.
Get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah, get a grip, yeah,
Get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a grip, get a hold.
Get a grip on life, get a grip on life, get a grip on life,
Yeah get a grip.
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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Dont Make Me Happy
You stare into the room, nothing there but space
No sign of any message gone without a trace
But I dont want your pity, if thats what you think
Ill take my comfort from this hole Im sinking in
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
Thats alright, I dont mind but dont try to be funny
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy
Its nice here in this room, you would like it, yes you would
Its got a bed, two chairs and a table, Id leave here if I could
Theres a man standing up whos down on his knees
Outside the cold wind sends a shiver through the trees
On the line, left behind, under pressure
Its so bad, leave me be, I dont want to get better
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy
I dont care what you think but think about this
It could have been somebody else, beware of what you wish
Now the door is closed, locked and sealed
And now you think you know how rejection feels
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
Thats alright, I dont mind but dont try to be funny
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy
song performed by by Deep Purple
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Taste It
Yes its me
I am the one
To make you see
Where we belong
I was shaking
Like a leaf
All wrapped up
In my dirty sheets
If I agree
To what comes next
I would be faking
With the best of them
It seems a crime
I would commit
Without the difference
Of all the worlds gifts
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
Never never never
Never never never
Taste it
To dream
All the time
Without a scream
In the dead of night
All those faces
Come back to me
Ill be begging
To swim that sea
Yes I made
A picture story
Make you cry
In all your glory
A need to quench
The thirst of many
To justify
And make ready
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
This realization
Owes us strength to show
If youre uncertain
Youre invited to believe
These are the words I speak
These are the words I speak
A dislocation
]from where we once came from
Give sons and daughters
Because we want to go on
These are the words she speaks
These are the words she speaks
Sweet sweet sweet
Could you taste it
song performed by by INXS
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A Good-Bye
FAREWELL! How soon unmeasured distance rolls
Its leaden clouds between our parted souls!
How little to each other now are we--
And once how much I dreamed we two might be!
I, who now stand with eyes undimmed and dry
To say good-bye--
To say good-bye to all sweet memories,
Good-bye to tender questions, soft replies;
Good bye to hope, good-bye to dreaming too,
Good-bye to all things dear--good-bye to you,
Without a kiss, a tear, a prayer, a sigh--
Our last good-bye.
I had no chain to bind you with at all;
No grace to charm, no beauty to enthral;
No power to hold your eyes with mine, and make
Your heart on fire with longing for my sake,
Till all the yearning passed into one cry:
'Love, not good-bye!'
Ah, no--I had no strength like that, you know;
Yet my worst weakness was to love you so!
So much too well--so much too well--or ill--
Yet even that might have been pardoned still--
It would have been had I been you--you I!
But now--good-bye!
How soon the bitter follows on the sweet!
Could I not chain your fancy's flying feet?
Could I not hold your soul--to make you play
To-morrow in the key of yesterday--?
Dear--do you dream that I would stoop to try?
Ah, no--Good-bye!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Confused
I see buds on my Bradford pear trees.
It's too early for these tiny buds.
I'm afraid they just might freeze.
They were fooled into thinking winter is gone
for we had a few warm days.
I'm afraid they're just hanging on.
One day sunny, the next so cold
I wonder if they're strong enough
to place their buds on hold?
Confused they must be, just like me.
For I can't figure out what I need
a cold drink or some sweet hot tea?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Shivering And Not Singing
Cold and freezing in low degrees,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
Mittens, earmuffs and coats of fleece,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And breezes seem to hollar...
'Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
The snow is deep and boots are needed on feet,
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets,
And warm bed sheets.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Winter's here and will slick the streets.'
Leaving people to turn up their collars.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
And spending more to crank up that heat...
While wrapped in blankets and warm bed sheets.
And...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this alone.
Oh...
Shivering and not singing in their homes.
Oh...
Shivering are many doing this condoned!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Can Dream About You
May more trying to hold someone close to my life
It's time for finding
Some way to get through my sleepless nights
I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you, maybe that will make it all right
Moving sidewalks, uneven under my feet
My true feelings down deep and low
Where the streets see me lonely for you, just for you
I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you, maybe that will make it all right
I can dream about you
In my dream we're still happy, and you are still part of me
I can dream about you
And when your in my mind's eye, you are a sweet memory
Moving sidewalks, uneven under my feet
My true feelings down deep and low
Where the streets see me lonely
Baby, I'm living lonely for you
I can dream about you if I can't hold you tonight
I can dream about you, maybe that will make it all right
I can dream about you
I can dream about you, maybe that will make it all right
I can dream about you
I can dream about you
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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The Way
The way your heart beats when I hold you tight
The way you sigh when we kiss goodnight
The way the wind blows through the trees
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you warm me baby when Im cold
The way you make me want you body and soul
The way the rivers run to the sea
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you soothe me when Im in pain
The way you make the blood rush in my veins
The way the winds rush through the trees
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
When I lose faith you take my hand
The way you make me feel like Im a man
The way the sun belongs to the sea
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
The way you make me feel like I belong
And if I could girl though I know itd be wrong
Id lock you deep inside
till the last rains fall
And hide you from the emptiness of it all
Sometimes at night I lie awake
I pull you close and feel each breath you take
The way the rivers belong to the seas
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
Well hey, thats the way you belong to me
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Flying
D. mccafferty/p. agnew/d. sweet/m. charlton
Here I am flying
Looking down at mother earth below
Above me only blue skies
Below me is a cotton candy world
Here I am dreaming
Plane Im on flies gently as a bird
Captain said something
But I never heard single word
Here I am flying
Look above you
Ill be watching you
Maybe you wont see me
But soon Ill be flying
Soon Ill be flying home to you
Gazing at the sunrise
Homeland sure looks green far down below
Now were almost landed
I can see the hostess by the door
Here I am flying
Look above you
Ill be watching you
Maybe you wont see me
But soon Ill be flying
Soon Ill be flying home to you
Wont be long till I see
Bridges on our river
Looking at the old familiar lights
Wont be long till well be
Making up for countless sleepless nights
Here I am flying
Looking down at mother earth below
Above me only blue skies
Below me is a cotton candy world
Here I am flying
Look above you
Ill be watching you
Maybe you wont see me
But soon Ill be flying
Soon Ill be flying home to you
song performed by by Nazareth
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Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile
Now, my co-mates and brothers in exile,
Hath not old customs make this life more sweet
Than that of painted pomp? Are not these woods
More free from peril than the envious court!
Here feel we not the penalty of Adam,
The seasons difference; as the icy fang
And churlish chiding of the winters wind,
Which when it bites and blows upon my body,
Even till I shrink with cold, I smile and say
This is no flattery; these are counsellors
That feelingly persuade me what I am.
Sweet are the uses of adversity;
Which, like the toad, ugly and venomous,
Wears yet a precious jewel in his head;
And this our life, exempt from public haunt,
Finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything.
I would not change it.
poem by William Shakespeare
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It’s The Sweet Law Of Men
It’s the sweet law of men
They make wine from grapes
They make fire from coal
They make men from kisses
It’s the true law of men
Kept intact despite
the misery and war
despite danger of death
It’s the warm law of men
To change water to light
Dream to reality
Enemies to friends
A law old and new
That perfects itself
From the child’s heart’s depths
To reason’s heights.
poem by Paul Eluard
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Sweet Music
New sensation (3x)
Check out this groove and you're
Walkin' on air
Going into a new
Dimension, yeah
So put your vibes on my beat
And we'll lay it down like that
Slap the hi-hat in
Put the fairlight on the track
Ooh
And we can go
Crazy like that
Feelin' like that
Movin' like that
Drop it like that
Rockin' the track
I'm lookin for that new sensation
Woo hoo
I think we're on to somethin'
You're taste it mirrors mine
So high I'm in the moment
Let's make this demo right
I might just lose it
Woo hoo
When we make sweet music
Doesn't it bend the waves
that's in the air, yeah
Got samples and scratches
Let's do it, right here
Boys and girls.....a different kind of sound
'Cause every heartbeat babe
Is the soundtrack to your life, oh
And every man out there must be sent
To get me high
And we can go
Crazy like that
Feelin' like that
Movin' like that
Drop it like that
Rockin' the track
I'm lookin for that new sensation
Woo hoo
I think we're on to somethin'
You're taste it mirrors mine
So high I'm in the moment
Let's make this demo right
I might just lose it
Woo hoo
When we make sweet music
When we make sweet music
Oh yeah yeah yeah
When we make sweet music
Oh yeah yeah yeah
When we make sweet music
yeah yeah yeah
When we make sweet music
I think we're on to somethin'
Your taste it mirrors mine
So high I'm in the moment
Lets make this demo right
I might just lose it
When we make sweet music
And we can go
Crazy like that
Feelin' like that
Movin' like that
Drop it like that
Rockin' the track
I'm lookin for that new sensation
Woo hoo
I think we're on to somethin'
You're taste it mirrors mine
So high I'm in the moment
Let's make this demo right
I might just lose it
Woo hoo
When we make sweet music
Woo hoo
I think we're on to somethin'
You're taste it mirrors mine
So high I'm in the moment
Let's make this demo right
I might just lose it
Woo hoo
When we make sweet music
When we make sweet music
When we make sweet music
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Wintertime
Winter has come with his cold breeze
Oh how I missed the long nights and cold air
Noble winter do as whatever you please
Some bees hide in their trees
The fauna and flora in winter so rare
Winter has come with his cold breeze
You all mighty of all season that freeze the seas
Warm us with your artic flare
Noble winter do as whatever you please
Oh great winter now that I m on my knees
The snow might have something to spare
Winter has come with his cold breeze
Yesterday was like a gentle kiss
There where so many stars to stare
Noble winter do as whatever you please
So you have brought us many diseases
Now in winter people so scare
Winter has come with his cold breeze
Noble winter do as whatever you please
poem by Ayrtonn Bautista
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Dreaming
You were high above me
popular;
your family had money.
The girls
chased you
brazenly,
but I thought
just maybe
your eye
caught mine
but could not risk
being wrong
could not face Risk's Rejection.
Maybe it is something
I am imagining..
But it has become my dream;
You and I.
A secret dream
which I cannot share
with anyone
because if I do
people will laugh.
I told my best friend
and she said 'Wow'
Over and over again.
but she had no comment
for me
or encouragement.
I then knew
my Reality Test Score
came back
Negative.
How to dream
if you can't have the dream
you want to dream?
What is the use of dreaming
if what you want in dreaming
is forbidden?
I can hold on to it if I desire
but this becomes the standard
for what is for me desirable.
How to embrace
anyone
or anything less
without it seeming
a Coming Down
from what
my dream
says is best?
'Well, ' my Mom said
'You know you are allowed
more than one dream.
There will be others
and they will be there
for you to work toward;
yours to get.'
And true I did get
more than one dream
and you know dear
I did have a better dream
and that dream is you.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Indifference / Alive
I will light the match this mornin' so I won't be alone
Watch as she lies silent for soon that will be gone
Oh I will stand arms outstretched pretend I'm free to roam
I will make my way through one more day in hell
How much difference does it make
How much difference does it make
I will hold the candle till it burns up my arm
Oh I'll keep takin' punches ha-ha until their will grows tired
Oh I will stare the sun down until my eyes go blind
Hey I won't change direction and I won't change my mind
How much difference does it make yea
How much difference does it make how much difference
I'll swallow poison until I grow immune
I will scream my lungs out till it fills this room
How much difference (x2)
How much difference does it make yea
How much difference does it make
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Dream Baby
(roy orbison)
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
Sweet dream baby
How long must I dream
Dream baby got me dreamin sweet dreams the whole day through
Dream baby got me dreamin sweet dreams nighttime too
I love you and Im dreaming of you but that wont do
Dream baby, make me stop my dreamin, you can make my dreams come true
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Song of The Stream-Drops
By silent forest and field and mossy stone,
We come from the wooden hill, and we go to the sea.
We labour, and sing sweet songs, but we never moan,
For our mother, the sea, is calling us cheerily.
We have heard her calling us many and many a day
From the cool grey stones and the white sands far away.
The way is long, and winding and slow is the track,
The sharp rocks fret us, the eddies bring us delay,
But we sing sweet songs to our mother, and answer her back;
Gladly we answer our mother, sweetly repay.
Oh, we hear, we hear her singing wherever we roam,
Far, far away in the silence, calling us home.
Poor mortal, your ears are dull, and you cannot hear;
But we, we hear it, the breast of our mother abeat;
Low, far away, sweet and solemn and clear,
Under the hush of the night, under the noon-tide heat:
And we sing sweet songs to our mother, for so we shall please her best,
Songs of beauty and peace, freedom and infinite rest.
We sing, and sing, through the grass and the stones and the reeds,
And we never grow tired, though we journey ever and aye,
Dreaming, and dreaming, wherever the long way leads,
Of the far cool rocks and the rush of the wind and the spray.
Under the sun and the stars we murmur and dance and are free,
And we dream and dream of our mother, the width of the sheltering sea.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Until they lose everything
In the Springtime
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most beautiful flowers
In the Summertime
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most beloved fruits
In the Autumn time
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their most painful leaves
In the Winter time
The wind beats the trees
Until they lose
Their hope.
And the wind beats again those trees
Until they lose
Their most important spring buds
Again and again
Until they lose their sap
Moreover
The wind beats the trees
Until they collapse down
To the ground.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Dreams are dreams
One day in my sleep
I was dreaming in my dream
Dreaming in another dream
Dreaming in dreams
Went on and on
However, dreaming did not end
Till I woke up in the morning
Not to remember a single dream
I said to myself
What difference does it make?
If I do not remember
A single dream
Ultimately, dreams are dreams
Till they do not become reality
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poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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Thermoregulation in Winter Moths
How do the winter moths survive when other moths die? What enables them to avoid freezing as they rest, and what makes it possible for them to fly -- and so to seek food and mates -- in the cold?
Bernd Heinrich, Scientific American
1. The Himalayas
The room lies there, immaculate, bone light
on white walls, shell-pink carpet, and pale, too,
are the wrists and hands of professors gathered
in the outer hall where behind darkness
and a mirror they can observe unseen.
They were told: high in the Himalayas
Buddhist monks thrive in sub-zero cold
far too harsh for human life. Suspended
in the deep grace of meditation, they raise
their body heat and do not freeze to death.
So five Tibetan monks have been flown
to Cambridge and the basement of Reed Hall.
They sit now with crossed legs and slight smiles,
and white sheets lap over their shoulders
like enfolded wings. The sheets are wet,
and drops of water trickle down the monks'
bare backs. The professors wait patiently
but with the widened eyes of fathers
watching new babies in hospital cribs.
Their aluminum clipboards rest gently
in their laps, their pens are poised,
and in a well-lit room in Cambridge
five Tibetan monks sit under heavy wet sheets
and steam begins to rise from their shoulders.
2. Burn Ward
My friend speaks haltingly, the syllables freezing
against the night air because the nurse's story
still possesses him, the ease with which she tended
patients so lost in pain, so mangled, scarred, and
abandoned in some arctic zone of uncharted suffering
that strangers stumbling onto the ward might
cry out, rushing back to a world where the very air
did not grieve flesh. Empathy was impossible,
he said. A kind of fog or frozen lake lay between her
and the patient, far away. Empathy was an insult,
to look into the eyes of the consumed and pretend,
I know. It must have been this lake, this vast
glacial plain that she would never cross, where
the patient waved in the blue-gray distance,
alone and trembling the way winter moths tremble
to warm themselves, while she stood, also alone
and freezing, on the other side, it must have been
this unbearable cold that made her drive straight home
one day, sit down cross-legged in the center of
and empty garage, pour the gasoline on like a balm,
and calmly strike a match like someone starting
a winter fire, or lost and searching in the frozen dark.
poem by B.H. Fairchild
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