Iodine
I need you, I knew I was in danger
Of losing what I used to think was mine
You let me love you till I was a failure
Your beauty on my bruise like iodine
I asked you if a man could be forgiven
And though I failed at love, was this a crime?
You said, dont worry, dont worry, darling
There are many ways a man can serve his time
You covered up that place I could not master
It wasnt dark enough to shut my eyes
So I was with you, oh sweet compassion
Compassion with the sting of iodine
Your saintly kisses reeked of iodine
Your fragrance with fume of iodine
And pity in the room like iodine
Your sister fingers burned like iodine
And all my wanton lust was iodine
My masquerade of trust was iodine
And everywhere the flare of iodine
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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Bulgaria is the first state that has been awarded for its excellent fight against iodine deficiency by UNICEF.
quote by Anatoly Karpov
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I like to do projects in which you can see statistical results. I am very happy for all these small children, who have been the biggest group of victims of iodine deficiency.
quote by Anatoly Karpov
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When One has given up One's life
853
When One has given up One's life
The parting with the rest
Feels easy, as when Day lets go
Entirely the West
The Peaks, that lingered last
Remain in Her regret
As scarcely as the Iodine
Upon the Cataract.
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Super-tuff
In the car park
In the lamplight
Go for a walk
Clock him shiv-fight
Sodium-a-shine on
All the faces white now
And he got his docs on
Bottle out all right now
As you might say
Him super-tuff
In the corner
In the cold rain
Sting like iodine
In my brain
Fist you til you fall down
Hit him back make him mad
Really hard. really fast
Have you ever been had?
(cos hes having you now)
Super-tuff
But also tender
song performed by by Xtc
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Super-tuff
In the car park
In the lamplight
Go for a walk
Clock him shiv-fight
Sodium-a-shine on
All the faces white now
And he got his docs on
Bottle out all right now
As you might say
Him super-tuff
In the corner
In the cold rain
Sting like iodine
In my brain
Fist you til you fall down
Hit him back make him mad
Really hard. really fast
Have you ever been had?
(cos hes having you now)
Super-tuff
But also tender
song performed by by Xtc
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X-ray Man
What I see is...
As far as I know, baby
You can see
As far as I go, funky baby
Digging deep inside of me
As far as I know, sister
Im alright
As far as I know, funky lady Im coming home tonight you can see though the smoke
Youre an x-ray man
You got x-ray eyes
This is no reflection on you why dont you put on your two-way
Its just what I see inside sombrero and leave
Youre an x-ray man
You got white wall tires
Iodine tan
Cheap, unpleasant desires
Youre an x-ray man
You got an x-rated mind
Youre not satisfied looking at me
Youre always checking out the girl behind
Youre an x-ray man, you got secret plans for me
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Why Dont You Write Me
(simon)
Why dont you write me
Im out in the jungle
Im hungry to hear you
Send me a card
I am waiting so hard to be near you
Something is wrong and I know I got a feelin
Maybe Im lost but I cant make the cost of the airfare
Tell me why, tell me why
Why dont you write me
A letter would brighten my loneliest evening
Mail it today if its only to say
That youre leaving me
Why dont you write
Monday morning sitting in the sun
Hopin and wishin that the mail would come
Tuesday I never got a word
Wednesday,, thursday aint no sign
Drank a half a bottle of iodine
Friday, woe is me
Im gonna hang my body from the highest tree
Why dont you write me
Why dont you write me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Color of a Queen, is this
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The Color of a Queen, is this—
The Color of a Sun
At setting—this and Amber—
Beryl—and this, at Noon—
And when at night—Auroran widths
Fling suddenly on men—
'Tis this—and Witchcraft—nature keeps
A Rank—for Iodine—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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High Moon
Not the words,
you were burning the papers
sideways. It was a public domain
someone was drowning a child
in a milk pot.
And the half-past moon,
iodine level was rising in ocean.
On the beach, the dancing sand
throws up the dead horse
after dysfunctionality.
Pray for the bleeding sun,
its golden mane has inspired
the mimicry of a leaf. The grass hopper
is going to find the secret
of chlorophyll.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Sunrise runs for Both
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The Sunrise runs for Both—
The East—Her Purple Troth
Keeps with the Hill—
The Noon unwinds Her Blue
Till One Breadth cover Two—
Remotest—still—
Nor does the Night forget
A Lamp for Each—to set—
Wicks wide away—
The North—Her blazing Sign
Erects in Iodine—
Till Both—can see—
The Midnight's Dusky Arms
Clasp Hemispheres, and Homes
And so
Upon Her Bosom—One—
And One upon Her Hem—
Both lie—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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A Secret
I did something wrong
Those who know, know
Those who don't, don't
I've lived with the guilt
From that day to this day
We take a stroll each day
And make a roll in a hay
I've done my time
I guess...its more than taking your dime
Or you holding your wound in violet iodine
Hoping I'll tell you in this line
What it is indeed I've done
Don't hold your breath
Till my dust returns to earth
And I stand at heaven's gate
Waiting for my reward on a revenge plate
For all I've done wrong on this wait
Will God himself say
Turn and go away
Or come and sit and stay
Don't hold your breath my friend I say
For you won't be there that day
As you weren't there the day
I did something wrong
And refused to forgive myself all my life long.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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World's Woes - Child’s Play
Travelling by means of an affordable magazine
from Demi Moore, open marriage to Kutcher who
had to make his babies elsewhere and thus lost
the delight of his broad-minded wife who meant
freedom to breed is only her prerogative
To Designer Coffins for glorious burial, a son beating
cancer just to be killed by a wild group of teenagers
at night, an Indonesian man ravaged by a mystery
tumour disease, a Limo truck with a 14 million rand
bathtub – into the jaws of a Crocodile lurking
In Russia where would-be suicidees, despondent
because they have so much less than Demi Moore
cannot grow skeleton-slim because their husband
cottoned-on to the meaning of open relationship,
desperate because they cannot afford
Designer Coffins or take a ride in a Limo truck; did
not get cancer or were killed at night by belligerent
teenagers nor managed to be ravaged by a mystery
Indonesian disease; inject lethal mixtures of codeine,
paint thinner, gasoline, hydrochloric acid
Phosphorous and iodine so their flesh turns scaly and
green and peels away from the bone while entertaining
its owners by forming black holes in their bodies until
they end up with gangrene, iodine messing up their
endocrine system, metals causing corrosion and
Shut-down of liver and kidneys, phosphorous destroying
bone-tissue; wow, such existential pain in the desolation
of post-communist Russia, makes the rest of the world’s
woes seem child’s play by comparison…
“People” SA’s affordable weekly, December 18,2011,
Vol 20 No 50 - Quotes from many articles and specifically
p 56 Warren Robertson “Into the Jaws of a Krokodil”
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Will The Circle Be Unbroken?
(Simon)
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
I\\\\\\\'m out in the jungle
I\\\\\\\'m hungry to hear you
Send me a card
I am waiting so hard to be near you
Something is wrong and I know I got a feelin\\\\\\\'
Maybe I\\\\\\\'m lost but I can\\\\\\\'t make the cost of the airfare
Tell me why, tell me why
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
A letter would brighten my loneliest evening
Mail it today if it\\\\\\\'s only to say
That you\\\\\\\'re leaving me
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write
Monday morning sitting in the sun
Hopin\\\\\\\' and wishin\\\\\\\' that the mail would come
Tuesday I never got a word
Wednesday,, Thursday ain\\\\\\\'t no sign
Drank a half a bottle of iodine
Friday, woe is me
I\\\\\\\'m gonna hang my body from the highest tree
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
Why don\\\\\\\'t you write me
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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The Love a Life can show Below
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The Love a Life can show Below
Is but a filament, I know,
Of that diviner thing
That faints upon the face of Noon—
And smites the Tinder in the Sun—
And hinders Gabriel's Wing—
'Tis this—in Music—hints and sways—
And far abroad on Summer days—
Distils uncertain pain—
'Tis this enamors in the East—
And tints the Transit in the West
With harrowing Iodine—
'Tis this—invites—appalls—endows&mda sh;
Flits—glimmers—proves—di ssolves—
Returns—suggests—co nvicts—enchants—
Then—flings in Paradise—
poem by Emily Dickinson
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The Letter
With B.E.F. Jun 10. Dear Wife,
(Oh blast this pencil. 'Ere, Bill, lend's a knife.)
I'm in the pink at present, dear.
I think the war will end this year.
We don't see much of them square-'eaded 'Uns.
We're out of harm's way, not bad fed.
I'm longing for a taste of your old buns.
(Say, Jimmie, spare's a bite of bread.)
There don't seem much to say just now.
(Yer what? Then don't, yer ruddy cow!
And give us back me cigarette!)
I'll soon be 'ome. You mustn't fret.
My feet's improvin', as I told you of.
We're out in the rest now. Never fear.
(VRACH! By crumbs, but that was near.)
Mother might spare you half a sov.
Kiss Nell and Bert. When me and you-
(Eh? What the 'ell! Stand to? Stand to!
Jim, give's a hand with pack on, lad.
Guh! Christ! I'm hit. Take 'old. Aye, bad.
No, damn your iodine. Jim? 'Ere!
Write my old girl, Jim, there's a dear.)
poem by Wilfred Owen
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Tennessee Jed
Cold iron shackles, ball and chain,
Listen to the whistle of the evenin train.
You know you bound to wind up dead,
If you dont head back to tennessee jed.
Rich man step on my poor head,
When you get back you better butter my bread.
Well, do you know its like I said,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
Drink all day and rock all night,
The law come to get you if you dont walk right
Got a letter this morning, baby all it read,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
I dropped four flights and cracked my spine,
Honey, come quick with the iodine,
Catch a few winks, baby, under the bed
Then you head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
I run into charlie fog,
Blacked my eye and he kicked my dog,
My doggie turned to me and he said,
Lets head back to tennessee jed.
I woke up a feelin mean,
Went down to play the slot machine,
The wheels turned around, and the letters read,
You better head back to tennessee jed.
Tennessee, tennessee, there aint no place Id rather be,
Baby wont you carry me back to tennessee.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Transitions: A Hobo's View
They once stood naked,
Embarrassed to swing,
Cellulites, whispered their ages; except
Scaled ones like snakes,
Shiny films, peel like plastic.
The hobo perches there engrossed.
Transitions impel him to freeze the beauty.
His dirty mind undresses them all,
He sees them all naked, his indulgence.
Captures; seasons, changes, the nascent.
Bulbs crack the earth, buds split into,
Cups, bells, trumpets; the fragrances.
Irritated; skin, the nostrils,
Irate eyes, bloodshot.
Warmth, laughter, surprises.
Today the parade; an assortment
Tinges; mauve, magentas, iodine, neon,
Yellow, white, purple, bluish.
That profusion, strokes his imagination.
The orgasm he lends his pen; shapes and shades,
Frantic, he captures transitions.
Sneezing, scratching, rubbing the red eyes.
poem by nkosana Mpofu
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The Summer I Was Sixteen
The turquoise pool rose up to meet us,
its slide a silver afterthought down which
we plunged, screaming, into a mirage of bubbles.
We did not exist beyond the gaze of a boy.
Shaking water off our limbs, we lifted
up from ladder rungs across the fern-cool
lip of rim. Afternoon. Oiled and sated,
we sunbathed, rose and paraded the concrete,
danced to the low beat of "Duke of Earl".
Past cherry colas, hot-dogs, Dreamsicles,
we came to the counter where bees staggered
into root beer cups and drowned. We gobbled
cotton candy torches, sweet as furtive kisses,
shared on benches beneath summer shadows.
Cherry. Elm. Sycamore. We spread our chenille
blankets across grass, pressed radios to our ears,
mouthing the old words, then loosened
thin bikini straps and rubbed baby oil with iodine
across sunburned shoulders, tossing a glance
through the chain link at an improbable world.
poem by Geraldine Connolly
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The Ridge 1. 1
The holy girl is our focus
Shes the story of us all
She can feel our eyes upon her
And the hope that she will fall
On her left so warm and honey-sweet
Like a jealous loving friend
On her right such a steep cold and lonely climb
The clinging threat of rejection
And the thought of her imperfections
She says shes nowhere near the end yet
And she makes no guarantees
Shes comfortable with failure
And her blood may one day freeze
And in her iodine stretch
Her eyes recede and roll away
She knows shes where nothing can reach her now
Beyond where you can see
Beyond where she wants to be
She walks the ridge
So glassy sharp
You cant find her now
You cant speak to her now
Shes going out again
One day she was a child
She could touch the sun somehow
She was held in the arms of the galaxy
And that child is with her now
And in her cobalt moments
Shell show that shes afraid
Her hands reach out and grasp at you
But shes falling further
Falling further in the churning dark slide
She walks the ridge
So glassy sharp
You cant find her now
You cant speak to her now
Shes closing off again
Now shes walking slowly onward
Through the garden you cant know
Her dance so beautiful so twisted
A spinning madness in the snow
Shes got a black hole in there with her
Shes got the sun all in there too
Theyre her partners in her eternal dance
Shes not aware of time moving past her
Shes not aware of getting any further
She walks the ridge
So glassy sharp
You cant find her now
You cant speak to her now
Shell never cry again
song performed by by Information Society
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Freeways
Pre>oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Ah ahhh
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Ah haaa
On the freeways, freeways
On the freeways, freeways
On the freeways,
On the freeways,
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
American radio in your homes and bars
Its music to my ears in a foreign car
Pop radio stars [abba, roxy, t-rex]
My seatbelts fastened tight, I feel secure
Both hands upon the wheel, my lifes insured
If youre feeling low, drivings the cure
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Oh ah oh oh ah ahhh
Spiralkurve - spiral curve 1)
Hundert kilometer geschwindigkeit - 100 kph speed
Radio m f - radio m f
Pop musik - pop music
Lastwagen vorn - truck in front
Es ist ein uhr - its one oclock
Chromierte stossstange - chromed bumper
Jodscheinwerfer - iodine headlights 2)
Die nacht verschwindet - the night disappears
Ich trete durch - I put the pedal down
Es ist drei uhr - its three oclock
Drehe nach links - making a left turn
Europa 8 - europa 8 3)
Gegen sueden - southbound
Leichter nebel - light fog (light opposite to dense)
Vorn zollstelle - toll station ahead
Schalte zurueck - I retrograde
Niemand da - noone there
Bogenlichter 4) - lights above
Rot und blau - red and blue
Blinkend - blinking
Bin nicht allein - Im not alone
Werde beobachtet - Im observed
Werde belauscht - Im overheard
Eine gerade - a straight lane
Spiralkurve - spiral curve 1)
Ich trete durch - I put the pedal down
Gegen sueden - southbound
Letzte zollstelle vor der ausfahrt - last toll station before the exit
Es ist sechs uhr - it is six oclock
/pre>
1) this should imho mean s-kurve, because in the french lyrics it is
virage en s which means s turn in english. imho the translator had
Either a bad dictionary or got the meaning of german spiralkurve wrong.
German spirale means the same as english spiral which is something
Different.
2) this one describes lamps which use iodine gas to produce light. theyre
Often used as car headlights. it could also refer to the color of the
Headlights of cars in france, which use yellow headlights.
3) this is a road name. europa route 8
4) could also be oben lichter, which means the same. I never really figured
Out, because ivans french accent while speaking german doesnt give it
Clearly. :-)
There are big similarities to the french lyrics, many of the french
Lines translate to the same english words. at first these words seemed
Quite meaningless to me, but imho they describe *great* the feelings
And things you have in your head, when youre driving at night.
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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