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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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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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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Freedom As A Wife
Can i be with you and not loose me?
If you had my heart, would i still be free?
Or would i live in bondage, bound to you?
Could all see me, would i shine through?
Been in a cage with no bars before
I was his prisoner, but not in war
My wings were clipped, i could not fly
Held captive for years, could only cry
Bound to him through fear and shame
I was his puppet, and it was his game
Robbed me of so many years
Scars on my heart, my souvenirs
So please if you want me in your life
Let me have freedom as your wife
Freedom to let me be me
This freedom i need, we have to agree!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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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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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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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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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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What A Day Yesterday Was
Looking through these old photographs
Dont they bring some good memories back
Some of them make us laugh
And some make us cry
Im glad weve kept all of these souvenirs
To prove that our love was here
Look at how happy we were
Pictures dont lie
(chorus)
If forever should end today
And theres no tomorrow for us
What a day yesterday was
Heres one of us with you calm and cool
But look at me acting a fool
And heres one of us on the ferris wheel
At the fair
Hey, havent we had some fun
The best may be yet to come
We may have a hundred years
Still left to share
But...
(chorus)
Lets close this book of photographs
And lets turn out the lights
And love for the moment
As if it were the last
(chorus)
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Memories
The summers were longer, they went on forever
Oh and the sky so blue
We never worried about anything
We didnt question the nature of things
We didnt want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
We dream in the night, of mythical days
And nights in white satin
But when the child wakes, the fantasy breaks
We didnt know what the future would bring
We didnt want to know
Something was growing inside me
Oh and I loved you so
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
Photographs, faded photographs
Holidays, summer holidays
First love, broken promises
All a play, Im going back to yesterday
The feeling was stronger, if went on forever
Oh and your eyes were true
We were so wrapped up in all of our dreams
We didnt care what the future would bring
We didnt want to know
Talking in whispers and wondering
Oh and I loved you so......
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget that we started in innocence
Memories, they linger with you but you
Soon forget when youre grown
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Unwritten love
Heavenly music choral,
Floral
In my soul
Waking
Memories start to roll.
A film of life.
Dancing in the kitchen
With my mother on Christmas Eve.
Feelings like no other.
Unwritten love will weave.
Poetry
That unwritten music
Narrates.
While golden caresses
Wait at the gates.
Earthly tears then dissipate
To send rain for our thirst
Emotion's buds dispersed.
Beautiful music
Unwritten love
Heaven's lights kiss clouds above.
Then sun on our face
Pleasing to the eye.
Unwritten love
Drifts
Across an open sky.
Poetry unwritten music to our ears
A life of rhyme to wipe away the tears.
And though memories mime
We scribe our souvenirs.
Unwritten love
Sweet music from above.
Plays in our soul.
Like morning star
On Heaven's scroll.
poem by Kevin East
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Happiness is the art of embellishing your memories with beautiful souvenirs.
Octav Bibere
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Hope against hope
Hope against all hope
That times will change
A word lingers
In time and place
Softly spoken
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That love will grow
From the embers
A single spark
Lights the fire again
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
Time will soften
A hardened heart
A fractured mind
Bring peace to soul
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That this is a dream
I will wake soon
Covered in sweat
Breathing once again
Memories bring joy
Memories bring tears
Hope against hope
That tomorrow is different
Today didn't happen
But it did
Can't change today
Memories bring tears
Don't Come Close
You know it's generally known
You got everything at home
Kisses out of desperation
Bring you more aggravation
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close
You bring out your souvenirs
Soak them wet with your tears
You lose your imagination
Out of more aggravation
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close
You turn red with rage
But act your age
Only thing that your regret
You need more time to forget
And you don't come close
You don't come close
You don't come close.
song performed by by Ramones from Road To Ruin
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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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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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I Hate The Fact
I hate the fact
that one can steal your heart
and leave it broken in many parts
I hate the fact
that one can make you feel
but then you looked he had turned the wheel
I hate the fact
that one can catch your eye
and finally find it was for a while
I hate the fact
that one can sweep you off your feet
into a fantasy that only you could feel
I hate the fact
that when you hear ones name
you remember he was once your dame
I hate the fact
that you had to go
and you left me here with a broken soul
I hate the fact
that love was there
but left me in pain that one cant bare
I hate the fact
that memories hurt
and that nothing ever seems to ever work
I hate the fact
that i cry so much
that everyday i long to feel your touch
I hate the fact
that i cant move on
but maybe its something that can make me strong
poem by Miri Tuecemo
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Blue Skies Bring Tears
Unleash the armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You'll draw the guns your given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presense
Of resurrection touch
And it's about time
It's about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Descend the darkened stairway
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself
And it's about time
It's about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don't you want me (don't want you)
Cause I await cityside
We'll watch the seas start to die
Blue skies bring tears
Take me inside your body
Blue skies bring tears
Cover me with your soul
Blue skies bring tears
To the darkest reasons
Blue skies bring tears
Is where I wish to go
Blue skies bring tears
You are the sweetest flower
Blue skies bring tears
That I have ever devoured
Blue skies bring tears
I ask for nothing given
Blue skies bring tears
For nothing in return
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from Machina: The Machines Of God
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Our Past Lives On With Us
We may not be in prison yet we are not truly free
For of our past we are prisoners that's how 'twould seem to me
Bad memories always haunt us they never go away
Until the Reaper claims us they are with us to stay.
For many childhood memories are full of mental pain
Their heavy cross of sorrows through their lives with them remain
Children of war and famines they cannot forget their past
Their living nightmares with them linger though few other things seem to last.
Children of abusive parents bad old memories in them stay young
They live remembering their traumas and die as the unsung
Their innocence stolen from them in their childhood of tears
Bad memories still with them undimmed by the passing years.
We may not be in prison though it would seem to me
That we prisoners of our memories of our past we can't be free
Until the Reaper claims us good and bad memories with us stay
Our past seems to live on with us and it never goes away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Indelibly Blue
(jim peterik)
Lost in the city
Deserted and cold
Watching the cars passing by
There all going places
That we used to go
And its driving me out of my mind
And its making me blue
Indelibly blue
I cant erase the memories of me and you
Indelibly blue
They say when one love is ended
Another is born
Thats no consolation to me
Just show me some sunlight
A rose without thorns
And maybe Ill start to believe
Repeat chorus
(well just color me blue)
Oh all my life
Ive waited for one love to make it alright
But now I feel heartaches and tears
Of a sad souvenirs that you left me
Since you left me
Ill just go on a day at a time
Trying in vain to forget you
But time and again you enter my mind
Someday I swear I wont let you
Repeat chorus
(cause baby Im blue)
Repeat chorus
(so just color me blue)
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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