Old Blue Chair
There's a blue rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sand
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
It sways back and forth
With the help of the winds
And seems to always be there like an old trusted friend
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's goin' where it's gone
I've seen the world through a bus winshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when I sit in that Old Blue Chair
From that chair I've caught
A few fish and some rays
And I've watched boats sail
In and out of cinnamon bays
I let go of a lover
That took a piece of my heart
Prayed many times for forgiveness
And a brand new start
I've read a lot of books
Wrote a few songs
Looked at my life where it's goin' where it's gone
I've seen the world trough a bus winshield
But nothing compares
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it
To the way that I see it when I sit in that Old Blue Chair
That chair was my bead one new year's night
When I passed out from too much
Malibu and Dye
And I woke up to a hundred mosquito bites I swear
Got em' all sittin' right there in that Old Blue Chair
There's a blue rockin' chair
Sittin' in the sands
Weathered by the storms
And well-oiled hands
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Blue Chair
Now its just you and me, my blue friend
And you say that its you that shes thinking of
And our affair must end
But if its you that shes thinking of
I think my broken heart might mend
Chorus: now its my turn to talk and your turn to think
Your turn to buy and my turn to drink
Your turn to cry and my turn to sink down in the blue chair
Down in the blue chair
Now Ive made up my mind Ive made my mistake
And I know that she cries for you
When shes barely awake
Well shes going to bend your mind
Well I hope it dont break
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
We can watch our troubles rise
Like smoke into the air
And drift up to the ceiling
Down in the blue chair
You can feel just like a boy or a man
And next minute you can find yourself kneeling
Down in the blue chair
Theyre boasting of loving the daylights right out of her in the small hours
Down in the blue chair
You say that your love lasts forever when you know the night just hours
And still I want her right now
Not any minute, hour or day
And wherever she is tonight
I want her anyway
I suppose she never said to you,
You were just in the way
Chorus
Down in the blue chair
Down in the blue
Blue becomes you
Down in the blue chair
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Chair
Grandma’s chair is rockin’, but she ain’t sittin’ there,
so who’s that sittin’ in grandma’s favourite chair?
And whose is that shadow standing by the wall?
Could it be our grandma..? ‘No, not at all.’
I’ve no idea whose shadow that could be,
it’s certainly not mine and you’re behind me.
Who is that sittin’ where grandma sat each night?
and could it be the shadow is a trick of the light?
Could it be our granddad standing by the wall?
‘No, it’s not granddad, he wasn’t that tall.
The chair’s still rockin’, but the shadow has gone.
The chair has stopped; they’ve both moved on.’
poem by Orlando Belo
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That Old Rockin Chair
Mama, words can't express
How I feel about you
Especially at this Christmastime
You went out of your way,
Thoughtful gifts that you gave
A love of giving, you passed on to us
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
I still see you in that old rockin' chair
You were always there for me
Through all of your life
I still miss our telephone calls
The jokes that you told
And the laughter we shared
Oh Lord, that's what I miss the most
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
Sittin' in that old rockin' chair
Bridge:
Lord, keep her safe in your arms
Right where she belongs
'Cause I know she's in heaven
Mama, you're finally home
Oh, you're finally home
Christmastime, Lord I love you
Sometimes life just doesn't seem fair
Christmastime, oh I miss you
Sittin' in that old rockin' chair
I still see you in that old rockin' chair
Merry Christmas
Always know that I'm thinking of you
Merry Christmas
Mama, I will always love you
song performed by by 38 Special
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Cogitation
if this chair does not exist
will i, this, chair, me, who asks,
if this chair, exists at all,
can i, exist, too? will i be dependent
on the thought of a chair
a thought of me that i think i
can touch, that i think thoughts
touching this thought of a chair
does the chair think about me,
i ask, looking for that therefore
beside the chair that i thought
is a chair, that i thought is I,
am, therefore, a chair, thinking
chair, on four feet?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Big Green Chair
Look over there. See the big green chair. Its my favorite place, the chair over there.
I sit there quite often thinking of this and sometimes that. Sometimes when I sit there I wear a hat. Pink of course, nothing else would do. I even have pink shoe, the other one blue.
When I'm sleeply sometimes I crawl up in the big green chair. It smells of dad, his name is brad. But only mom call him brad, to me he's dad.
But my favorite thing about the big green chair is when dad calls my name,
Lainey, my dear, come and sit with me here in my chair, my big green chair.
poem by Brad Milner
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A Chair Is No Longer Just A Chair
it is your experience that
gives you more meaning to all those which
you think
have been too common and
insignificant,
perhaps
now you must have realized as you sit upon a chair
that someone used to sit there
and that someone waited for another to be with her
that on the same chair
there were some fears
and pains and even longings
and hopes
unrealized and by then
you see that chair not just a chair
you sit there
and you ask it
for this chair though muted by wood
will always have
a story to tell....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Me And My Old Cat Sam
I sit here all alone well
Me and my old cat Sam
Rocking back and fro
As my
Chair squeaks
As I rock
In front of the old fireplace
Just me and my old cat
Sam
Knitting mittens
Singing while my cat sam takes
A nap
I’m growing old
Still alone
Me and my old cat Sam and my
Old rocking chair
As the fireplace is cracking while
The
Red blue flames seem to cracker
And pop
As it
Burn so happily it seem's
My chair squeaks my cat nod as I
Rock
In my rocking chair back and fro
Cheerfully in front of my old
Fireplace
With red and blue flames highlighting
The wall and ceilings
Me and my old cat Sam as he nod’s
I rock back and fro
While my rocking chair squeaks along
With the fireplace cracker and
Popping..
poem by Carolyn Sears
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Lady With A Bluebird
Written by dewey bunnell, bill mumy, and robert haimer, 1984
Found on perspective, premium gold collection, and centenary collection.
She came out of the blue and into my world
She came out of the blue and into my world
I went out of my head over you
She was a lady with a bluebird sleepin in her chair
She was dreamin bout a girlfriend and wishing she was there
She was a lady with a bluebird
Under the bridge I saw mercury flow
Between me and you and a fine tooth comb
She came out of the blue and into my world
She was a lady with a bluebird sleepin in her chair
She was dreamin bout a girlfriend and wishing she was there
She was a lady with a bluebird
I close my eyes, I still see blue
I hear her voice, Ill wait for you
I still see blue
She came out of the blue and into my world
Oh, she came out of the blue and into my world
She was a lady with a bluebird sleepin in her chair
She was dreamin bout a girlfriend and wishing she was there
She was a lady with a bluebird
song performed by by America
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The Chair Don't make the Man
People see me in this chair and whisper look at that poor man over there. They believe my life is wasted all because I’m in this chair. Well I got some to say that I want you all to hear. Just like clothes don’t really make a man neither does a chair. The chair is just what I use to get me for here to there. Just like people who walk use their legs to get them everywhere. Because besides the chair I’m just like you; I laugh, I cry and yes I have sex too. Now that you all know the next time you see me don’t whisper look at that poor man over there. In fact don’t say anything just remember the chair don’t make the man.
The Plain
I was alone with a chair on a plain
Which lost itself in an empty horizon.
The plain was flawlessly paved.
Nothing, absolutely nothing but the chair and I
were there.
The sky was forever blue,
No sun gave life to it.
An inscrutable, insensible light
illuminated the infinite plain.
To me this eternal day seemed to be projected --
artificially-- from a different sphere.
I was never sleepy nor hungry nor thirsty,
never hot nor cold.
Time was only an abstruse ghost
since nothing happened or changed.
In me Time still lived a little
This, mainly, thanks to the chair.
Because of my occupation with it
I did not completely
lose my sense of the past.
Now and then I'd hitch myself, as if I were a horse, to the chair
and trot around with it,
sometimes in circles,
and sometimes straight ahead.
I assume that I succeeded.
Whether I really succeeded I do not know
Since there was nothing in space
By which I could have checked my movements.
As I sat on the chair I pondered sadly, but not desperately,
Why the core of the world exuded such black light.
The Arrow The Chair And The Falling Star
the chair is silent
it has feet but it does not leave
it screeches sometimes
because you are heavy
with your load (this burden
this baggage of the
soul)
the chair faces the sea
because your finger points to
a falling star
and the chair like you
makes a wish
like you
it wishes that the moon
may soon have lips
that you can
kiss throughout the night
unlike you
the chair never dreams of arms.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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How Long Is Short Time
How long or short is Time?
Got up early sat on a chair not reading or watching TV,
time has been running too fast lately into the sand
of a desert that doesn’t bloom; must slow time down
to a trickle. After breakfast I went for a walk and took
no interest in what I saw, back in my chair looking at
the clock, yes the forenoon was endless and I was
hungry, and finally lunch. In the afternoon I went for
another walk, didn’t buy a paper I only get engrossed
in what I read and time flies. Back home I sat in my chair
watched a dipteral circle around, fell asleep and when
I awoke it was seven in the evening, time I had saved
that day had been wasted by me snoozing in a chair.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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You know the first time I sat in the chair I felt anything but up, it was very emotional for me. I had a chair in my hotel room, a chair at rehearsal, and I was trying to spend as much time as I could in the chair.
quote by Gregory Hines
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When Jesus Comes Calling For Me
When I was a child I recall and old man; everybody loved old zeke
He was all alone, his family was gone; one day he said to me
Im just sittin here thinkin about jesus, rockin as my old chair creaks
Some glad day Ill fly away when jesus comes calling for me
It might be today, it might be tomorrow, maybe one day next week
Ill soon be done with trouble and sorrow when he comes calling for me
When jesus comes calling for me
When I die dont grieve and cry
Lordy, dont feel sorry for me
Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day
When jesus comes calling for me
When he comes calling for me
I might be in the graveyard walking talking to my family
Or I might be plowing in the field down yonder, just old muley and me
Wherever I am, whatever Im a doing, some sweet day Ill see
And band of angels in a cloud of glory when jesus comes calling for me
When he comes calling for me
When I die just close my eyes
And lay me neath the willow tree
Oh what a day, what a mighty fine day
When jesus comes calling for me
When jesus comes calling for me
Im just sittin here watchin for jesus, rockin as my old chair creaks
Some sweet day Ill fly away when jesus comes calling for me
When he comes calling for me
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Chair
We sat at the table talking
when we noticed from the corner of our eyes
the door seemed to open and close again.
No one took much notice of it;
each thinking it was a draft that had caught it.
Then we watched amazed
as the chair at the far end of the room
began to move on its own.
Each time it caught our attention the chair stopped.
Turning back to our conversation
from the corner of our eyes,
we watched the chair move again.
Each time it inched closer
towards the table where we sat.
Our guests and we were hypnotised
by the spectacular of the moving chair.
We had lived here for many years
and nothing like this had ever happened before.
We all watched intently the chair
with not a word being spoken.
Whatever was moving it
could clearly not be seen.
Someone smiled and said,
“That is a neat trick you must tell us all
just how you’ve done it.”
I shook my head and replied,
“It is not us doing this.”
Faces paled at the thought
of the chair moving on its own.
The chair then stopped
and the outline of a figure appeared,
its eyes were flaming red
and it stared intently at us all.
“Who are you? ” Someone asked.
“Who do you wish I be? ” The reply came
from a voice that seemed to surround us.
You could see the fear begin to inherit everyone’s eyes
as the eyes of whatever looked around at everyone.
A crackling laughter then arose.
“Who are you? ” I asked,
“You are frightening everyone.
I tell you now you were not invited;
your presence is not welcome here.
Be gone I say, be gone and leave us in peace.”
The flaming eyes stared at me
as if to devour my soul.
Outside a lightning bolt struck,
its explosion made us jump.
When we looked back,
the chair was where it should be
and the flaming red eyes were gone.
Was this an hallucination
or did we really see a ghost.
Whatever, when we returned to talking,
we abandoned the conversation
of strange phenomena we were discussing
before our encounter.
15 November 2009
poem by David Harris
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Red Chair Fade Away
Red chair fade away
bring back memories
Think of something nice
Fragrant lemon trees
I can feel the speaking sky
I don't want to know
It's filling up the air
Grandpa's fairy tale
Red chair round the fire
Rainbows all the time
We're all going higher
I can feel the speaking sky
I don't want to know
It's filling up the air
Red chair fade away
Red chair fade away
Red chair fade away
Red chair fade away
Red chair fade away
Bring back memories
Think of something nice
Fragrant lemon trees
I can feel the speaking sky
I don't want to know
It's filling up the air
Red chair fade away....
Red chair fade away....
song performed by by Bee Gees from Bee Gees 1st
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Perrier Blues
Perrier blues
By: jimmy buffett
1978
-- spoken:
This is a brand new song wed like to do for you now. and, I wrote this
Song sittin sandin the ol main mast sittin in the hurricane hole, in
Nassau, bahamas. about to throw up and the only thing that could get me
Through was a bottle of perrier and a jackson browne album. so, this is
Called perrier blues.
Ridin high atop the main mast
Harbor stretched out below
All day Ive been feelin kind of half-assed
So I asked the boy to lower me slow
Lower me slow
Sat down and drank me some perrier
Watched the seaplane disappear out of sight
Confused in my head well I jumped back in bed
Wondering whos at the fronton tonight
Shinin bright
I know the night and I miss it
Ive got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin chair cushion
Ive got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
I know Ive got the best of both worlds
Though that sounds like a t.v. show
When that anchor goes down and the sails are all furled
Well its back on the road I go
Back I go
Well I bitch about the food and the weather
Wondering why the hell I ever came back
But knowing deep down I love this merry-go-round
And I cant wait to lay down this track
When I get back
Yeah, I know the night and I love it
Ive got this thing for a show
If the balls hit my way Im going to glove it
cause thats the only thing I know
All I know
Yeah, I know the night and I miss it
Ive got this thing for applause
But like a cat on my rockin chair cushion
Ive got to stretch my claws
Move my jaw
Move my jaw
Cant seem to lose those perrier blues
Cant seem to lose those perrier blues
Cant seem to lose those perrier blues
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Just A-Sittin' And A-Rockin'
I don't go out walking
I ain't for no talking
My baby's done left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
If i had been scheming
Instead of just dreaming
He'd never have left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
Sittin all day without holding my baby
Makes me so blue and sad
If he don't hurry and come back
It's a cinch to drive me mad
Now if i don't find him
I hope you'll remind him
That i'm staying where he left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
All day
Don't go out a walking
And i for no talking
My baby's done left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
All day
If i had been scheming
Instead of just dreaming
He'd never have left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
Sittin all day without holding my baby
I miss my lonely papa
If he don't hurry and come back
It's a cinch to, i'll blow my toppa
Now if i don't find him
I hope you'll remind him
That i'm staying where he left me
Just a sittin' and a rockin'
Rockin' and a sittin'
Sittin' and a rockin'
All day
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Musical chair
Musical chair is not mine
I can not share the musical chair with others.
I never play with musical chair
I do not believe musical chair can be played.
I believe mine is mine
And yours is yours.
I can not take away your right
You can not take away mine.
The world is here, look
With a musical chair.
I am here and also you are.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Just A-sittin & A-rockin
I dont go out walking
I aint for no talking
My babys done left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
If I had been scheming
Instead of just dreaming
Hed never have left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
Sittin all day without holding my baby
Makes me so blue and sad
If he dont hurry and come back
Its a cinch to drive me mad
Now if I dont find him
I hope youll remind him
That Im staying where he left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
All day
Dont go out a walking
And I for no talking
My babys done left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
All day
If I had been scheming
Instead of just dreaming
Hed never have left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
Sittin all day without holding my baby
I miss my lonely papa
If he dont hurry and come back
Its a cinch to, Ill blow my toppa
Now if I dont find him
I hope youll remind him
That Im staying where he left me
Just a sittin and a rockin
Rockin and a sittin
Sittin and a rockin
All day
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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