Souvenirs
Souvenirs
By: vince melamed, danny okeefe
1993
Someone wants a piece of you
Never let em pay
What you do not give them
Time takes anyway
Had I known what love is worth
I could have saved the tears
Might have come in handy
Like souvenirs
I didnt see her comin
til my head turned in surprise
Thinking I must know her
But it was her thin disguise
She padded up her innocence
And tightly cinched her fears
But she saved a little room
For souvenirs
I still go to pieces
But I dont go as often
Placeless times in space
Where all the edges soften
She took me away
Where I couldnt send her
I knew that she would leave me
Something to remember
I wanted more than one
Until I found the one I wanted
Her memories are ghosts now
Though Im still pretty haunted
What we gave each other
Aint exactly clear
Probably comes under the heading
Of souvenirs
Pieces, bits, and pieces
Add up through the years
Ive collected a small fortune
In souvenirs
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Souveniers
All the snow has turned to water,
Christmas days have come and gone.
Broken toys and faded colours are all that's left to linger on.
I hate graveyards and old oawn shops,
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forgive the way they robbed me of my childhood souvenirs.
Memories, they can't be boughten.
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs,
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see.
That's why last night and this morning
Always look the same to me.
And I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears.
I can't forget the way they robbed me,
Of my sweetheart's souvenirs.
Memories they can't be boughten,
They can't be won at carnivals for free.
Well it took me years to get those souvenirs
And i don't know how they slipped away from me.
song performed by by John Prine
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Souvenirs
All the snow has turned to water
Christmas days have come and gone
Broken toys and faded colors
Are all thats left to linger on
I hate graveyards and old pawn shops
For they always bring me tears
I cant forgive the way they rob me
Of my childhood souvenirs
Chorus:
Memories they cant be boughten
They cant be won at carnivals for free
Well it took me years
To get those souvenirs
And I dont know how they slipped away from me
Broken hearts and dirty windows
Make life difficult to see
Thats why last night and this mornin
Always look the same to me
I hate reading old love letters
For they always bring me tears
I cant forgive the way they rob me
Of my sweethearts souvenirs
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by John Prine
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Among Our Souvenirs
Wherever we go,
we normally pick up
a souvenir of our visit,
a keepsake to remind us
of the good times we had.
As the years progress
our souvenirs grow
and as we look at them,
we remember
with a sparkle in our eyes.
We remember the sunny days
and even the rainy ones too.
We remember the smiling ones
and the sad ones too
on our leaving days.
Tucked among our souvenirs
is always a special one of love
of a time when romance
filled our every breath of air
in a land so far away.
poem by David Harris
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Souvenirs
Meander without leaving a trail
Like how you cry without a wail
They come, they go, the beacons
Of this silently burdened quarters
Like how you shall when you seek,
When you are sought,
When you are found;
The tourists who wander and
The streetlamps at every dusk
They are the only things that pass
But still remains the same.
So, come and be sought,
So, come and seek,
And pick up the little souvenirs
Of the best pilfered time
But never leave one
Not even the memory
Of your taillights' waning.
It had been too good
To remain the same
Perhaps heaven lies within
The tranquility of beckoning
So tonight I shall wager
For the heaven in these souvenirs.
poem by Norman Santos
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When Obstacles Are Identified
When obstacles are identified in your life...
There is no need to keep them around as souvenirs.
They are obstacles.
Get rid of them.
Whether they are mental or physical.
Moving and breathing on two legs or not.
Tolerate them or keep them blocked out,
If you wish.
As if they did not exist!
And yet you allow them to persist.
When obstacles are identified in your life...
There is no need to keep them around as souvenirs.
Or classify them as friends.
Or habits you can not do without!
To keep you hemmed in with your life knocked out.
When obstacles are identified in your life...
Get rid of them.
Befriending them is not advisable.
Unless you suffer from a need to bleed?
And that's sad.
Not hopeless!
But still sad.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Not A Reasonable Man
You're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But I wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
I never was slight, or silent with you
For one hour of delight, in the gathering gloom
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring for you
Solo - Instrumental
Let 'em all in, don't you know that I love a crowd
But they wont get the jokes, cos the laughter's too loud
And I'm not the man you think I am at all
I was learning to walk, and starting to crawl
I've no reservations, I've got no room
For these souvenirs, to bring back to you
And you're not having this, and I'm not having that
I'm not a reasonable man, I've come for it back
song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Its Over
I wont be here when you come home
Im sorry if you dont understand, forgive me if you can
But I can see another road
And I aint coming back
Dont look for me around this town
cause I will be so far away, youll never find me anywhere
And I wont take no souvenirs
No perfumed picture promises
Because its over
And I aint coming back
You gave me everything
And now Im breaking your heart
You know that I dont mean
To tear your world apart
I would never leave if I thought you couldnt stand the pain
A letter in the hall
Is written on the wall
A letter with no words of love at all
Because its over (because its over)
And I aint coming back
And as I close the door
I know Im breaking your heart
I should have loved you more
Instead Ive torn your world apart
And as I walk into the lonely afternoon
I feel sad enough
I feel bad enough
And all the times when you are lonely where you are
Please dont hate me then
I just could not pretend oh no
Feel the tears
I can feel the tears
Running through the years
song performed by by Level 42
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Hallway Phantom Singer
I am the hallway phantom singer, singing
‘Les souvenirs de mes jours passés, les
souvenirs me reviennent' until a passing
pedestrian glanced at me surprised - we
both laughed - serenading a fellow civil
servant in the foyer ‘Think of me, think
of me fondly' from ‘The Phantom of the
Opera' - It is good for whatever ails you
‘Quand j'étais petit garçon je repassais
mes leçons en chantant' but in the quiet
office only listening on earphones; rather
less successful than singing along - when
driving home this afternoon there shall be
time for a thousand songs: ‘Oú sont passés
les beaux jours…'
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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How Much Is Needed
Most folks wait too late...
As if they have time to borrow,
To live.
And put off until tomorrow,
An opportunity that comes today...
To share in what has been awarded.
But it is delayed...
As if they can afford it!
Only to declare something not done...
Was not.
Because they chose to lock that time away.
To be saved.
Later forgotten and dropped.
How foolish can one be,
To wait to live a life God gave?
As they spend their existence...
Seeking assistance in the collection of trash.
Worthless souvenirs,
Reminisced.
And most of it not wanted.
But sought to leave impressions...
That do not last!
And we hear these confessions,
From the lips of those...
In preparation to pass on!
'Time flies by so quickly...
I wish I had more of it! '
How much is needed...
To always find the time,
To repeat the same wish?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tears Are Not Enough
Tears for souvenirs
Tears are not enough
Tears for shields and spears
Tears are not enough
Searching for certainty
When its such an unstable world
Searching for something good
And Im looking for the real mccoy
Blueprint: that says that boy meets girl
Picture: girl meets boy
A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl
Picture in a magazine
_ chorus:
Yes youve shown your feelings
Yes youve shown youre tough
Said things worth believing
Tears are not enough
Repeat chorus
Slam that door, slap my face
But I dont love you anymore
Dry your eyes, sink or swim
You surmise you cant win
We all make great mistakes
Blueprint: that says that boy meets girl
Picture: girl meets boy
A blueprint that says that the boy meets the girl
Picture in a magazine
_ chorus
Would I lie
Should I lie
Could I lie to you?
Excuses had their uses,
But now theyre all used up, all used up
Excuses had their uses,
But now theyre all used up, all used
_ chorus
Tears for souvenirs
Tears are not enough
Tears for shields and spears
Tears are nor enough
song performed by by Abc
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Happiness is the art of embellishing your memories with beautiful souvenirs.
Octav Bibere
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So much pain
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to cry
SO MUCH PAIN - I want to die
SO MUCH PAIN - Why no goodbye?
SO MUCH PAIN - I need to scream
SO MUCH PAIN - It is extreme
SO MUCH PAIN - Up my bloodstream
SO MUCH PAIN - Is this a dream!
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
I loved you as I hold your hand
I wish you can see and understand
Open your eyes I command
Don't leave me I demand
Yes! I feel so much pain
It hurts, It hurts and it hurts
But it is too late!
To set things straight
Too late to reverse the hate
Too late to descend upon faith
My tears will flow carelessly no more
Hope cannot restore what I had before
My heart is broken beyond pieces of broken pieces
Left now are only souvenirs of unforgettable kisses
How can I live this life again?
Like a passing wind you've made your exit
I bow my head to the ground in defeat
So much pain has once more overwhelmed me again
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Pride Aside on Love
Innocence and pride make two
as pride and love - forget-me-not -
from fever cools as through and through
fond memories few keep. Fools blot
their copy books, mock Cupid's coo
as selfishness unravels knot,
hands tied dis paired, what should be true.
When once fidelity's bolt's shot
some lock out souvenirs, fond cue
forget - from pseudo sage to sot -
invent excuses spent, unglue.
False feelings [b]ring crime Time will rot.
Yet Cupid's dart should hearts entwine
in happiness come rain or shine.
for previous version 31 July 2007 see below
Innocence and pride make two
as pride and love, - forget-me-not
from fever cools as through and through
fond memories few keep, sots blot
their copy books, unravel knot
hands tied when paired, once bolt is shot
block out souvenirs, fond cue
forget - from pseudo sage to sot -
label feelings they've forgot
that once they thought by heart they knew.
(27 January 2007 revised 31 July 2007 and 4 February 2012)
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Souvenirs Of Democracy
THE business man, the acquirer vast,
After assiduous years, surveying results, preparing for departure,
Devises houses and lands to his children--bequeaths stocks, goods--
funds for a school or hospital,
Leaves money to certain companions to buy tokens, souvenirs of gems
and gold;
Parceling out with care--And then, to prevent all cavil,
His name to his testament formally signs.
But I, my life surveying,
With nothing to show, to devise, from its idle years,
Nor houses, nor lands--nor tokens of gems or gold for my friends,
Only these Souvenirs of Democracy--In them--in all my songs--behind
me leaving, 10
To You, who ever you are, (bathing, leavening this leaf especially
with my breath--pressing on it a moment with my own hands;
--Here! feel how the pulse beats in my wrists!--how my heart's-blood
is swelling, contracting!)
I will You, in all, Myself, with promise to never desert you,
To which I sign my name.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Leaving An Old Love
that last night
together our fingers entwine
i keep your love inside my hands
like i am grappling to hold on to some stone
it is inside my heart
when i leave bound for home
at twilight
you go
you keep yourself
to your freedom
you go alone
where your heart takes you
that last embrace
i leave all that is valuable to myself
on your shoulder
i leave some tears on
the white blankets
as souvenirs
i will be back in the house
where i am alone again
inside the car
i am weeping because i know that this time
you mean it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My cinematographic experience did not leave me any souvenirs, because I was only in very bad films that no one saw! It was better they didn't! In Europe, it is rare for women singers to be in movies. And then, may be that deep within me I didn't really wished to be in movies, for it is my belief that if I really wanted to, I'd be in the movies. I firmly believe that everybody is able to realise what their wishes, provided that they really want to.
All This Time
(tim james/steve mcclintock)
All this time
I knew someday youd need to find
Something that you left behind
Something I cant give you
All these tears
And like alight love disappears
But hearts are good for souvenirs
And memories are forever
All this time
All in all Ive no regrets
The sun still shines the sun still sets
The heart forgives the heart forgets
But what will I do now with all this time
One more kiss
Even though its come to this
Ill close my eyes and make a wish
Hoping you remember
All this time
All in all Ive no regrets
The sun still shines the sun still sets
The heart forgives the heart forgets
But what will I do now with all this time
Say goodbye
Apart well make another try
But dont be sorry if you cry
Ill be crying too
All this time
All in all Ive no regrets
The sun still shines the sun still sets
The heart forgives the heart forgets
But what will I do now with all this time
song performed by by Tiffany
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Pray For Me
Michael w. smith
Here is where the road divides
Here is where we realize
The sculpting of the fathers great design
Thru time youve been a friend to me
But time is now the enemy
I wish we didnt have to say goodbye
But I know the road he chose for me
Is not the road he chose for you
So as we chase the dreams were after
Chorus:
Pray for me and Ill pray for you
Pray that we will keep the common ground
Wont you pray for me and Ill pray for you
And one day love will bring us back around again
Painted on our tapestry
We see the way it has to be
Weaving thru the laughter and the tears
But love will be the tie that binds us
To the time we leave behind us
Memories will be our souvenirs
And I know that thru it all
The hardest part of love is letting go
But theres a greater love that holds us
Chorus
song performed by by Michael W. Smith
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Who Cares?
who cries for a lost love
and shattered dreams?
if the black angel who took them away
is not worth dying for....
who cares for memories and souvenirs?
if the ladywho just walk away
cares for the devil in her soul...
who cares for a love gone sour
if all her promises are but blatant lies..
SIMPLY NO ONE CARES...NO ONE DARES...
poem by Villiamor Calventas
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Styx And The Stones May Break
The Day of Days approaches soon,
the advent of the Blackened moon,
accompanied by maudlin tune.
We wait for the result.
The Demon shedding his cocoon
is welcomed by his cult.
They who have hoped, two thousand years
in frenzied feasts, allay their fears.
They drink and bathe in angels' tears
as man stands by in awe.
Their souls he takes as souvenirs
and smiles from Jackal's Jaw.
His name is that which can't be said,
beside the dried up river bed
which once took Charon to the dead,
those who can now return.
The rest of us will find instead
it's Earth, not Hell where we will burn...
poem by Hola Mentirosa
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