Limbo
Written: kylie minogue/ dave ball/ ingo vauk
I see them all smiling
Those all around me
They tend to my wounds and alert my senses
And it would be nice
But Im not here
Im dreaming holding on
Time has no meaning
All of it wasted
It smothers me til theres no more air
When will it be
That I can breathe again
Im waiting in the void
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
This notion of needing
Has held me to ransom
And all I can do is avoid my mind
Dont make me speak
Or hear or look
Because Im hurting help me out
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Limbo limbo
(limbo)
Lost in limbo
(limbo)
Im in limbo
Im killing time
Im killing time
Caught in the crossfire
Nobody gets it
Im finding it hard to contain myself
Take all my trust
And faith and hope
Until I need it once again
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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Sitting Here In My Limbo
I don't need books and degrees to identify myself,
But i need my positive mind to lead me on;
I am sitting here in my limbo looking towards the Creator.
Sitting here in my limbo,
I don't need degrees to identify myself;
But in the light of Yahweh Almighty,
I have a mission to fulfil.
Sitting here in my limbo,
Still waiting for the right time to come;
For, how long shall they kill the prophets and,
We stand aside and look?
Mark my identity and learn from my muse,
The very conscience should be used positively;
I don't need books and degrees to crown my name.
Sitting here in my limbo with the tides,
I am always present at the board meetings;
But it seems to me like a cndle in the wind.
A positive conscience is all that i have with me,
Like rulers and the ruled;
But one day, my time will come.
I'm sitting here in my limbo waiting for the time,
The late success of my philosophy to rule the world;
'Who is this Writer? ' You may ask;
But just read on to mark my identity.
Ask of my where about and,
I will show you the dimensions of life;
Sitting here in my limbo is all that matters to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Sitting In Limbo
Sitting here in limbo, but I know it wont be long
Sitting here in limbo, like a bird without a song
Well theyre putting up resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
Sitting here in limbo, waiting for the dice to roll
Sitting here in limbo, got some time to search my soul
Well theyre putting up resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
I dont know where life will lead me
But I know where Ive been
I cant say what life will show me
But I know what Ive seen
Tried my hand at love and friendship
But all that is passed and gone
This little boy is moving on
Sitting here in limbo waiting for the tide to flow
Sitting here in limbo knowing that I have to go
Well theyre putting up resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
I dont know where life will lead me
But I know where Ive been
I cant say what life will show me
But I know what Ive seen
Tried my hand at love and friendship
But all that is passed and gone
This little boy is moving on
Sitting here in limbo waiting for the tide to flow
Sitting here in limbo knowing that I have to go
Well theyre putting up resistance
But I know that my faith will lead me on
Sitting in limbo
Sitting in limbo
[etc]
song performed by by Fiona Apple
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Teaching You To Pray
for you to be closer to
God you must learn to
pray every morning and
there is really no need of
any formula or chants
or creeds or novenas
talk to him like he is
your friend, he likes
friends he has already
more of those servants
and slaves and soldiers
and counsels. Befriend
God, that is prayer enough,
no mumbo, no jumbo
dance the mambo
try the limbo-limbo-rock
with his angels and flock
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Greedy Fly
Do you feel the way you hate
do you hate the way you feel
always closest to the flame
ever closer to the blade
i am poison crazy lush
built these hands to lift me up
we are servants to our formulaic ways
i'm screaming daisies
from 14 miles away
i've got my own time
got it all today
make up your mind
i need some help
to find this mind
limbo this and limbo that
you were this and you were that
ever know that what you fear is what you
find
this indian summer
i signed my life away
there's a greedy fly in here
and i fly away
song performed by by Bush from Razorblade Suitcase
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Letter to My Lover After Seven Years
You gave me the child
that seamed my belly
& stitched up my life.
You gave me: one book of love poems,
five years of peace
& two of pain.
You gave me darkness, light, laughter
& the certain knowledge
that we someday die.
You gave me seven years
during which the cells of my body
died & were reborn.
Now we have died
into the limbo of lost loves,
that wreckage of memories
tarnishing with time,
that litany of losses
which grows longer with the years,
as more of our friends
descend underground
& the list of our loved dead
outstrips the list of the living.
Knowing as we do
our certain doom,
knowing as we do
the rarity of the gifts we gave
& received,
can we redeem
our love from the limbo,
dust it off like a fine sea trunk
found in an attic
& now more valuable
for its age & rarity
than a shining new one?
Probably not.
This page is spattered
with tears that streak the words
lose, losses, limbo.
I stand on a ledge in hell
still howling for our love
poem by Erica Jong
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Sparrow On The Schoolyard Wall
You want to be a bookworm? you wanna be aloof?
You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof?
Try a wee sensation: but first you have to want to join in.
You should be, should be raging down the freeway
With some friends from the mall.
Dont stay forever in your limbo: fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall.
So dress a little dangerous and modify your walk.
Theres nothing wrong with sparrows, but try
To be a sparrowhawk.
Hunting in the evening and floating in the heat in the day.
You might, might acquire some predatory instinct.
Do the wolf pack crawl.
Dont stay forever in your limbo: fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall.
Well, I dont want to be your daddy.
Dont want to be your engineer of sin.
And I dont want to play the piper here.
Im only banging on a mandolin
And anyway, youre just a little sparrow
On the schoolyard wall.
Theres nothing wrong with learning. nothing wrong
With your books.
So exercise some judgement. too much broth can spoil the cook.
Feel a little sensation and know when its time to join in.
You should be, should be raging down the freeway
With some friends from the mall.
Dont stay forever in your limbo: fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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It was time to raise the bar higher, or lower if you're doing limbo.
Being on tour is like being in limbo. It's like going from nowhere to nowhere.
In Limbo
Please take me away
Far from this place
Leaving me here
Take me away
To the furthest star in the sky
Take me away
To the deepest cave of the night
Take me away
Voices of love, here am i
In the sad sad world of fear
Take me away
From the power of my ambition
And Ill be happy
I, Ive conquered time
Where will I go?
Am I still mine?
Take me away
To the furthest star in the sky
Take me away
To the deepest cave of the night
Take me away
Voices of love, here am i
In the sad sad world of fear
Take me away
From the power of my ambition
And Ill be happy
Peace - floating in limbo
Limbo - leading me nowhere
Peace - now without motion
I cry - when will I die?
God - where is my soul now?
My world, please set me free
song performed by by Genesis
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Ανεμωλια
Go, foolish thoughts, and join the throng
Of myriads gone before;
To flutter and flap and flit along
The airy limbo shore.
Go, words of sport and words of wit,
Sarcastic point and fine,
And words of wisdom, wholly fit
With folly’s to combine.
Go, words of wisdom, words of sense,
Which, while the heart belied,
The tongue still uttered for pretence,
The inner blank to hide.
Go, words of wit, so gay, so light,
That still were meant express
To soothe the smart of fancied slight
By fancies of success.
Go, broodings vain o’er fancied wrong;
Go, love-dreams vainer still;
And scorn that’s not, but would be, strong;
And Pride without a Will.
Go, foolish thoughts, and find your way
Where myriads went before,
To languish out your lingering day
Upon the limbo shore.
poem by Arthur Hugh Clough (1850)
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Common Sense
You cant live together
You cant live alone
Considering the weather
Oh my, how youve grown
From the men in the factories
To the wild kangaroo
Like those birds of a feather
Theyre gathering together
And feeling
Exactly like you
They got mesmerized
By lullabies
And limbo danced
In pairs
Please lock that door
It dont make much sense
That common sense
Dont make no sense
No more
Just between you and me
Its like pulling
When you ought to be shovin,
Like a nun
With her head in the oven
Please dont tell me
That this really wasnt nothing
One of these days
One of these nights
Youll take off your hat
And theyll read you
Your rights
Youll wanna get high
Every time you feel low
Hey, queen isabella
Stay away from that fella
Hell just get you
Into trouble, you know?
But they came here by boat
And they came here by plane
They blistered their hands
And they burned out their brain
All dreaming a dream
Thatll never come true
Hey, dont give me no trouble
Or Ill call up my double
Well play piggy-in-the-middle
With you
Youll get mesmerized
By alibis
And limbo dance in pairs
Please lock that door
It dont make much sense
That common sense
Dont make no sense
No more
song performed by by John Prine
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Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.
quote by Brooks Atkinson
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Death Snobbed
rode rolling roaring rocking horse
death throbbed snobbed recklessly
between limbo lost leaden limb legs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The young man who has not wept is a savage, and the old man who will not laugh is a fool.
George Santayana in Dialogues in Limbo (1925)
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Afterglow
I need you here beside me to chase the night away
I need your love to guide me safe through another day
I lie and watch the lights go down
Say goodnight to another town
And though it hurts to be alone
I have my thoughts of you to keep me warm
In the afterglow of your love
Dreamings all Im guilty of
Everyday Im playing tough
But read my mind
Chorus
If you could see me now
Just living my life in a limbo
If you could see me now
The me that only you would know
Still burning in the afterglow
When the beat of the drum has faded
The show comes to an end
The stage is cleared and loaded
And the highway calls again
I stand and watch the lights go down
In the afterglow of your love
Dreamings all Im guilty of
Everyday Im playing tough
But read my mind
Chorus
If you could see me now
Just living my life in a limbo
If you could see me now
The me that only you would know
Still burning in the afterglow
Stay with me right to the end
Till I can hold you again
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Tina Turner
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In limbo
Lack of foresight
Life is in limbo.
Nailing the truth
If strength is in you
Blow me out.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Helen All Alone
There was darkness under Heaven
For an hour's space--
Darkness that we knew was given
Us for special grace.
Sun and noon and stars were hid,
God had left His Throne,
When Helen came to me, she did,
Helen all alone!
Side by side (because our fate
Damned us ere our birth)
We stole out of Limbo Gate
Looking for the Earth.
Hand in pulling hand amid
Fear no dreams have known,
Helen ran with me, she did,
Helen all alone!
When the Horror passing speech
Hunted us along,
Each laid hold on each, and each
Found the other strong.
In the teeth of Things forbid
And Reason overthrown,
Helen stood by me, she did,
Helen all alone!
When, at last, we heard those Fires
Dull and die away,
When, at last, our linked desires
Dragged us up to day;
When, at last, our souls were rid
Of what that Night had shown,
Helen passed from me, she did,
Helen all alone!
Let her go and find a mate,
As I will find a bride,
Knowing naught of Limbo Gate
Or Who are penned inside.
There is knowledge God forbid
More than one should own.
So Helen went from me, she did,
Oh, my soul, be glad she did!
Helen all alone!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Poetry At Night Time And Beethoven's Piano Music
this is like playing the piano pieces
at night when everyone in the neighborhood is already sleeping,
they wonder if there is a ghost in this house
someone that cannot accept death someone that claims
an unfinished business
still roaming in limbo and plays the piano at night
they are all disturbed and will close their windows earlier
turn off the lights and retreat inside their thick blankets
the piano is heard and it is playing some pieces of Beethoven
the story of his death...
it is not the same with your poetry
all night long, you write, and there is no stopping and the neighbors think
that everything is all right
that the lights are on because there is a baby in the house
it is you that sob silently inside the limbo of your dreams
that refuse to die
roaming the streets at night
breathing the cold in the darkness
the following morning, nothing is changed
the neighbors as usual do their normal activities
the street is heavy with traffic
people are busy chasing the hours
and there is no stopping anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Stage Direction
It is a shabby backdrop of bright stars:
one of the small interstices of time:
the worn out north star northward, and Orion
to westward spread in ruined light. Eastward,
the other stars disposed, — or indisposed; —
x-ward or y-ward, the sick sun inflamed;
and all his drunken planets growing pale.
We watch them, and our watching is this hour.
It is a stage of ether, without space, —
a space of limbo without time, —
a faceless clock that never strikes;
and it is bloodstream at its priestlike task, —
the indeterminate and determined heart,
that beats, and beats, and does not know it beats.
Here the dark synapse between nerve and nerve;
the void, between two atoms in the brain;
darkness, without term or form, that sinks
between two thoughts.
Here we have sounded, angel! —
O angel soul, O memory of man! —
And felt the nothing that sustains our wings.
And here have seen the catalogue of things —
All in the maelstrom of the limbo caught,
and whirled concentric to the funnel’s end,
sans number, and sans meaning, and sans purpose;
the lack of meaning has a heart-beat, and
the lack of number wears a cloak of stars.
poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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