Eat The Music
Split me open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip my heart out
Eat the music
Does he conceal
What he really feels?
Hes a woman at heart
And I love him for that
Lets split him open
Like a pomegranate
Insides out
All is revealed
Not only women bleed
Take the stone out
Of the mango
You put it in your mouth
And pull a plum out
Take a papaya
You like a guava?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip them to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana
Split em open
With devotion
You put your hands in
And rip their hearts out
Like a pomegranate
Insides out
Hes a woman at heart
And love him for that
Take a papaya
You like a guavva?
Grab a banana
And a sultana
Rip em to pieces
With sticky fingers
Split the banana
Crush the sultana
All emotion
And with devotion
You put your hands in
What ya thinking?
What am I singing?
A song of seeds
The food of love
Eat the music
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Split Moment Between..
the split moment between, when the tide comes in, and the tide goes out... that is god! the split moment between, the tears of a child, and the body of the old man being buried, that is god! the split moment between, the firing of the big guns, and the laying down of weapons, that is god! the split moment between, the firing of the revolver, and the prison door clanging shut, that is god! the split moment between, ejaculation and childbirth, that is god! the split moment between, the rise of a civilization, and its downfall, that is god! the split moment between, remorse, repentence, responsibility, and prayer, that is god! the split moment between, falling in love, and saying goodbye, that is god! the split moment between, nakedness and truth, that is god! the split moment between, loss and giving, that is god! the split moment between, darkness and dawn.... well you know!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Tra La La Song
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
One banana, two banana
Three banana, four
Four bananas make a bunch
And so do many more
Over hill and highway
The banana buggies go
Comin' on to bring you
The Banana Splits Show
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Four banana, three banana
Two banana, one
All bananas playing in the bright warm sun
Flippin' like a pancake, poppin' like a cork
Fleagle, Bingo, Drooper an' Snork
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Two banana, four banana
One banana, three
Swingin' like a bunch of monkeys
Hangin' from a tree
Hey there everybody
Won't you come along and see
How much like banana splits
Everyone can be
Makin' up a mess of fun
Makin' up a mess of fun
Lots of fun for everyone
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
Tra-la-la, la-la-la-la
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Banana Tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
Banana tree
There is a monkey
Up
There
He is
Eating Banana
Monkey
Monkey
I am hungry
Also
I tell
him
I make
sings
with my
Hands
to tell
him to share
it with me
He covers his
Eyes with his hands
And gigles
So I keep on trying
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Homemade
Blessed are those,
Who have had the experience...
Of walking and talking.
With the ability to chew gum.
And,
Can appreciate the taste of a banana split.
With an occasional strawberry and banana smoothie,
Homemade with vanilla icecream and orange juice.
With wishes to whip up another.
Knowing the taste of this has been delicious.
That's what I call a tummy tuck!
All that other stuff,
Is not on my 'things to crave' list.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Split Decision
(words and music by burt bacharach & carole bayer sager)
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Oh, yeah
Doo, doo, doo, doo
Doo, doo, doo, doo, doo
Mm, hmm
Whos gonna take the blame tomorrow
If we break up tonight
If we break up
Whos gonna stop this stupid war
That nobodys gonna win
The jurys still out on us
Split decision, split in two
By the things that came between us
So unimportant now
All of those fights
Why do we always hurt the ones
We care the most about
The jurys still out on us
Split decision, split in two
By the things that happened
And the dreams that came apart
Do you still want me in your life
I need to know so tell me
Can we still make it in this life
Or is it too late for us
How long is time about to wait
Oh, oh, oh, oh
-musical interlude-
Hoo--
Whos gonna say theyre sorry first
And put this hurt away
The jurys still out on us
Split decision
Split in
Its not so easy putting back the pieces
Of a broken heart
Getting back where we started
Oh, no, oh, no
Its not so easy picking up the pieces
Of a broken heart
And get it back (get it back)
Get it back (where we started) where we started
Oh, oh, oh, no but if we hold on
(but if we hold on) we (we can try to make it)
Can try to make it
(maybe mend this heart) and get it back
(get it back where we started) where we started
Oh, oh, oh (its not so easy) its not so easy
Picking up (picking up the pieces) the iddy bitty pieces
(of a broken heart)
Get it back (get it back where we started)
Get it back where we started
But if we hold on (if we hold on)
Were (we can try to make it) gonna make it
(maybe mend this heart)
Get it back where we started...
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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Split Seconds
SPLIT SECONDS
Open your eyes
Take a look around you
You light me up
Like I'm some kind of saint
If black and white
were the only colours
if you and I
were the only ones
Trying to buy some time
I'd try to buy split seconds
Trying to buy some time
I'd try to buy split seconds
I open my eyes
and fear it 's not the last time
You set me up
like I'm some kind of fool
Trying to buy some time
I try to buy split seconds
Trying to buy some time
I try to buy
the scars to prove that
we're not the only ones
the scars to prove that
I am
that I am
Trying to buy some time
I try to buy split seconds
Trying to buy some time
I try to buy split seconds
Trying to buy some time
I try to buy split seconds
Trying to buy
Trying to buy
song performed by by Zeromancer
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A Hindu woman beauty
Translucent neck, crescent forehead,
Bow like eyebrow, doe’s eyes,
Hilly cheeks, cherry lips,
Beaky nose, milky teeth,
With back dropp of cloudy hair
Provide a countenance. It strikes.
Snake-gourd arms, tulip palm,
Snaky fingers, eggi nails,
Dicot branching breasts
Decking out like cashew apples,
Banyan leaf like belly
Provide a profile. It hooks.
Boat like beam, banana stem thighs,
Pomegranate open fruit in between,
Crane legs and the feet
As tapering as the bud of banana
Inflorescence,
Provide a receptacle. It arreats.
Then a woman has no need
To be adorned and ornamented,
To catch hold of a king.
24.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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You Rather Have Yours Split Without a Banana
No one has to know...
You rather have yours split,
Without a banana.
You wish to have your toppings licked.
Without the interference of nuts,
When you do it.
You like to experiment,
With different flavors you taste.
You'd like to take that cherry,
Between your teeth and satiate.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Mood For A Banana Split
I'm in the mood for...
'Love? '
No!
Simply because...
'You're near me? '
NO!
But funny,
When you're...
'Near me? '
Yes, yes.
That's it.
When I am near you,
For some strange reason...
I get in the mood for a banana split,
And coffee.
'Is that all? '
And...
Strawberry topping?
Thanks.
You should do this as a profession.
You're good.
Physics R Us.
That's what I would call your business.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I split an infinitive, God damn it, I split it so it will stay split.
quote by Raymond Chandler
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Know Where to Get It
I am told I am 'nothing'!
I agree with those who say this,
With the hopes of what I leave behind...
Is something to keep me remembered,
And tasted from time to time!
Even I may have cravings for a banana split...
But not everyday!
As long as I know where to get it,
Is all that matters!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hi, Hi, Hi,
Well, when I met you at the station
You were standing with a bootleg in your hand.
I took you back to my little place
For a taste of a multicoloured band.
Were gonna get hi hi hi,
The night is young.
Shell be my funky little mama,
Gonna rock it and weve only just begun.
Were gonna get hi hi hi
With the music on.
Wont say bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye
til the night is gone.
Im gonna do it to you, gonna do it,
Sweet banana, youll never give up.
Were gettin hi hi hi in the midday sun.
Well well, take off your face,
Recover from the trip youve been on.
I want to lie on the bed,
Get you ready for my polygon.
Im gonna do it to you, gonna do it,
Sweet banana, youve never been done.
Yes, I go like a rabbit, gonna grab it,
Gonna do it til the night is done.
Were gonna get hi hi hi with the music on.
Wont say bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye bye-bye
til the night is gone.
Im gonna do it to you, gonna do it,
Sweet banana, youll never give up.
Were gonna get hi hi hi, were gonna get hi hi hi,
Were gonna get hi hi hi in the midday sun.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Be Happy. Be Basic. Be You
Be happy. Be basic. Be you.
That's it.
And if you want a banana split?
Get it.
Forget about what others say,
And how you should be.
Or the kind of life you should like.
If they knew...
They would have more of their own business,
To pursue.
Do they?
Of course not.
That's why they are trying to be all up in yours.
Hoping to find something there of interest.
Or hopefully something there to spite!
Get on with your life.
And enjoy it with a ferocious appetite.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Split Open And Melt
In the morning I pack up my gear
and toss it in my carryall
Run the wide load to the lip
and watch the big core crack and glow
In the evening I undo my belt
Split open and melt
I wake up on my stomach
with my face between my hands
and crawl along the floor toward the doorway
Jumping to my feet
I try to put myself together
but I feel it in my knees
and the room begins to spin
and I slip and bump my head and raise a welt
Split open and melt
We breathe deep
in a steam dream
and plunge below the water line
down, down, down
between beams
to the gloom room
among the seaweed and the slime
down, down, down
Melt
song performed by by Phish
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Split Open & Melt
In the morning I pack up my gear
And toss it in my carryall
Run the wide load to the lip
And watch the big core crack and glow
In the evening I undo my belt
Split open and melt
I wake up on my stomach
With my face between my hands
And crawl along the floor toward the doorway
Jumping to my feet
I try to put myself together
But I feel it in my knees
And the room begins to spin
And I slip and bump my head and raise a welt
Split open and melt
We breathe deep
In a steam dream
And plunge below the water line
Down, down, down
Between beams
To the gloom room
Among the seaweed and the slime
Down, down, down
Melt
song performed by by Phish
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Banana Sad
on indian village
monkey wanted
banana
with out money
too eat...
banana women woory
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Split open
It’s split open like two pieces of land separated by a red river
But the river is overflowing
It’s flowing over the land and falling, falling down
All the way down to the floor
As the river drains the land changes color
The color of death begins to show
The world seems to stop moving
And then it too falls
The world cannot live without the water
Now the world is laying in a pool of red water, gone
Dead.
No last words.
No goodbyes
Just gone
Suddenly the planets seem to come around the world
And wonder why?
Why did she let the river flow?
No one knows
All they know is that the raging river has finally ended.
Leaving only the question
Why did she do it?
Why did she split herself open and let herself run dry?
poem by Yvonne Fernandez
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Bloody banana leaf, confirmation!
They had brought her here, would sing and dance
Her peers would add wood to fire
A night so divine, a wedding of time
A wedding mark in space bound for
White linen sheets spread, the banana leaves ready
She timid and anxious, womanhood journey begins
In his closet
Warrior in him, anxiety concealed
Outside they would sing
He would grab her, a beauty so delicate, a virgin so pretty
They would sing and drums beat, a night in hearts would stick
She would submit to him, her world, where none had walked
In crescendo blood would get away, she would moan
In delight she would pull and wrap blood in the banana leaf
Her trophy, the bloody banana leaf
Confirmation stamp, virginity preserved for show!
Happily after they would count moons and sunsets.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Kiwi
Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
a shaggy brown-green pelt
that feels like felt.
It's oval, full-rounded, kind
of egg-shaped. The rind
comes off in strips
when peeled with the lips.
If ripe, full of juice,
melon-sweet, yet tart as goose-
berry almost. A translucent ring
of seed dots looks something
like a coin-slice of banana. Grown
in the tropics, some stone
fruits, overlarge, are queerly
formed. A slablike pit nearly
fills the mango. I
scrape the fibrous pulp off with my
teeth. That slick round ball
in avocado (fruit without juice) we call
alligator pear:
Plant this seedpit with care
on three toothpicks over a glass
of water. It can come to pass
in time, that you'll see
an entire avocado tree.
Some fruits have stones, some seeds.
Papaya's loaded with slimy black beads.
Some seem seedlesslike quince
(that makes your tastebuds wince.)
Persimmon will
be sour, astringent 'until
dead ripe,' they say. Behind
pomegranate's leathery rind,
is a sackful of moist rubies. Pear,
cantaloupe, grapefruit, guava keep their
seeds hidden, as do raspberry, strawberry,
pineapple. Plum, peach and cherry
we know as fruits with big
seedstones. And fig?
Its graininess is seed. Hard to believe
is prickly durian. It's custard
sweetand smells nasty.
But there's no fruit as tasty,
as odd, or as funny
none
as fresh-off-the-vine New Zea-
land kiwi.
poem by May Swenson
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Sakei
yasai ramen
hot and fuming to the
nose
tongue is
familiar to the
taste of
Japanese
noodles and you
recall same old faces
that make you smile
facing the
passing crowd of
people
in the mall
the banana split
comes later
beside
vanilla ice cream
you chin is
resting upon your
fist
everything is
tolerable here
until
the toy train comes
towed by a
plump white kid
whose hands are
tightly held by
a strict grandmother
what we see
sometimes turns sour
then bitter
at first glance
everything is sweet and
we think
that sweet is forever
and desirable
smooth relationships
nothing messy
but it is never that way
mind you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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