Soft Parachutes
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
Last year as a senior
In Emerson High school
I had me a girlfriend
We used to get high
Now I am flyin
Down some Vietnam highway
Dont ask me the reason
God only knows why
Soft parachutes
Fourth of July
Villages burning
Returning
The bodies all laid in a line
Like soft parachutes
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Visions In Flight
travel tiny parachutes
strong wind carry parachutes
freedom flying visions
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Come Without Parachutes
Come to me without parachutes
Oh, temporal days!
And stuff my famished mouth
With the virulent petals
Of your constant withering
Come to me ceaselessly
Draw closer and sing to me
With the imperial drums rolling
We will make this grand
That the snowflakes cry in cant
I will come violently, come valiantly
We will crash through the ocean floor
Stir past the caroming people
With wobbly roots and low boughs
We can seize the undertow
Come, oh, so debonairly
Unfetter the parachutes
And let the body meet the soul
The caustic brunt will fulminate
But we'll come clean and consummate
Come to me without those parachutes
I tell you, the freefall will sedate you
And we'll collide with the frowning pits
The seraphs will muse in greed
Our plummeting and untangled hopes
Come, let's beat the angry street
I have been hanging here too long
Grinding the concrete floor
With all vehement ardor
I want to go, let us go down below
Come, my sedentary life,
Come to your funeral
Come darting like the sun
With a porcupine charm
Come without your parachutes.
poem by Norman Santos
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Who Told Them They Could Fly Their Own Kites?
Why on Earth are all those people standing in line.
So patient they seem.
And not one hint of any conflict between them.
All representing different ethnic 'persuasions' too.
What's going on?
All adorning those parachutes.
And...
If my own eyes did not betray me.
I would think they roll their own at 'Me'.
For Heaven's sake...
Who told them they could fly their own kites?
And wear their own parachutes?
Have I become too delusional?
'Well,
Your Highness...
Out of deep respect,
I will say 'yes' and 'no'.
You didn't hear this from me...
And you, of all people, know how gossip goes.
However...
I've heard it said,
The people have become extremely upset.
Because of your drama and fantasized policies.
And no longer buy into that concept,
Of wings, golden slippers, white robes...
And the playing of harps,
And trumpets in some afterlife.
The people have decided,
To take their own chances.
Think independently.
And they've prepared to leave the kingdom.'
That's preposterous!
'Like a rhinoceros wearing Gucci.
I agree.
But I do have a suggestion.'
Quick come out with it.
'We can contact Beyoncé.
She always comes up,
With some trend setting sounds.
Maybe she can compose something,
To turn their minds around.'
Yeah!
But I've already made a long term deal,
With Jay-Z...
To keep the beats pumping.
And I don't want to be the reason,
For any disagreements between those two.
I think they are two of the kingdom's best peeps.
Ya dig?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Junk
Motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearted jubilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for two na na na na jamboree buy buy... motorcars, handlebars, bicycles for two broken hearte
Ilee parachutes, army boots, sleeping bags for you na na na jamboree buy buy... ... the shopwindow why why, says the sign in the yard buy buy, says the sign in the shop window why why, says the
In the yard
song performed by by Beatles
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The Fourth Of July (Love And Rockets Red Glare)
On this night of patriotic celebration
We find a special place to hide away
for a while
Just for the two of us
Under the boardwalk
We lay a blanket down and spread it out
Sitting on the blanket
The time has come
And so
One by one
Fireworks and rockets go off
As they go off
We exchange hugs and kisses
While still making time to see the beauty
and magic happening in the sky
On the Fourth of July
As the fireworks and celebration continue
On this Fourth of July
You and I can both agree
We wouldn't want to be anywhere else
Anywhere else in the world
On this Fourth of July
On the Fourth of July
For us
Tonight
It's definitely love and rockets red glare
Love and rockets red glare
All over
poem by Justin Gildow
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Minds are like parachutes; they only function when they are open.
Just because nobody complains doesn't mean all parachutes are perfect.
quote by Benny Hill
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Minds are like parachutes - they only function when open.
quote by Thomas Dewar
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Minds are like parachutes, they only function when they are open.
quote by James Dewar
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Take our own company as an example: We're living proof, we jump with our own parachutes.
quote by Jim Barksdale
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Saturday In The Park
Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july
Saturday in the park
I think it was the fourth of july
People dancing, people laughing
A man selling ice cream
Singing italian songs
(fake italian lyric)
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For saturday
Saturday in the park
Youd think it was the fourth of july
Saturday in the park
Youd think it was the fourth of july
People talking, really smiling
A man playing guitar
Singing for us all
Will you help him change the world
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For today
Slow motion riders fly the colors of the day
A bronze man still can tell stories his own way
Listen children all is not lost
All is not lost
Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july
Funny days in the park
Every days the fourth of july
People reaching, people touching
A real celebration
Waiting for us all
If we want it, really want it
Can you dig it (yes, I can)
And Ive been waiting such a long time
For the day
song performed by by Chicago
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Through Blue Skies Or Grey
through blue skies or grey watch seasons changes
feelings thoughts minds souls through wonder ranges
yellow petals one day transform into white honeycomb
fade into spectral preparation seeds in readiness to roam
dandelion seeds are spun web silk threads of freedom life
carried away by gust breath of wind or child’s puff glow spice
tiny silk stem parachute flowers, freedom launch breath awaiting
to travel like tiny parachutes, on breeze wind wonder never abating
strong wind can carry tiny flower parachutes, miles away from parent
plant yet freedom seed flying stays, within wonder of any vision heart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Straight Out Of Line
Theres no reason, theres no compromise
Change in seasons, living the high life
I dont know you so dont freak on me
I cant control you, youre not my destiny
Straight out of line
I cant find a reason why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I dont need a reason, you dont need to lie to me
Ill confess this: youre my tragedy
I laid you to rest just as fast as you turned on me
Gone forever, banished the memories
Displays of pleasure are masked by your misery
Straight out of line
I cant find a reason why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I dont need a reason, you dont need to lie to me
Lie to me
Straight out of line
I cant find a reason why I should justify my ways
Straight out of line
I dont need a reason, you dont need to
Dont need to lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
Lie to me
song performed by by Godsmack
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Fourth of july.
Join the fun
its the fourth of july.
A joy in the air
no fears, no sighs
the birth of a nation
power and dreams.
Rivers and mountains
forest and streams.
The fourth of july
a wonderful day.
Bowing our heads
to God we pray.
poem by Roy Storey
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Soft & Wet
Hey, lover, I got a sugarcane
That I wanna lose in you,
Baby can you stand the pain
Hey, lover, sugar dont you see?
Theres so many things that you do to me
Ooo baby!
All I wanna see is the love in your eyes (hey, lover)
And all I wanna hear is your sweet love sighs
All I wanna feel is burning flames (hey, lover)
Tell me, tell me, baby, that u feel the same
Tell me that u feel the same way I do
Tell me that u love me girl
[wed be so lost, in our mouths, the best, I feel it everyday (every way)
U feel so wrong, be alone, if u just follow somebody someday]
Soft and wet
Soft and wet
Soft and wet
Soft and wet
Every time Im with you, you just love me to death
Ooo weee, baby. you leave me without...
Breath! ooo, baby! oooo, yeah
Youre just as soft as a lion tamed (hey, lover)
Youre just as wet as the evening rain
How will I take it when you call my name? (hey, lover)
Your love is driving me...
Youre driving me insane
Crazy, baby
Oh, girl
Crazy bout your love
Soft and wet (u know)
You are soft and wet (oh, sugar)
Your love is soft and wet
Soft and wet
song performed by by Prince
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The scenes in the show were filmed with a crew of really excellent stunt jumpers, but we had the feel of the parachutes, so we could be more realistic in the roles.
quote by Ken Curtis
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Fireworks
Once I was cold
But now I know
How a fireworks
'Cause I felt the flame
It drove me insane
Fireworks
There was this lady
Soft as as a gentle glow
She told me everything
That she knows
About fireworks
She's got fireworks
Now on the fourth of July
By the riverside
There was fireworks
And by her dark green eyes
I was hynotised
By her fireworks
She lit a fuse in the
Dark of the night
Then I got off
Like dynamite
On her fireworks
She's got fireworks
A million colors shooting
Across the sky
Moment any man
Could fantasize
Ahw.. Fireworks
Got fireworks .. Ahw..
--- Instrumental ---
Now I'm meeting her here
But she's dis-appeared
And took her fireworks
She burning up someone
With her fever and fun
And her fireworks
Some lucky man is gonna
Need her so
And when he does
I know he's gonna know
Her fireworks
She's got fireworks
Fireworks
A candle burning at both ends
Fireworks
Hotbed of coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Fire, fire
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot as coal... Ahhh..
Fireworks
Fireworks
Fire, fire
Oh, Oh,,,
Fireworks
Fireworks
Hot bed of coal...
song performed by by Alabama
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Mandatory long sentences July 29th,2012
MANDATORY LONG SENTENCES July 29th,2012
BY
JAMES BREDIN
We should have a mandatory sentence for every conviction,
Because some of the sentences are so soft they seem like fiction,
As though the judge was a social worker trying to do good,
Instead of jail the convicted can stay home even though he's a hood.
It's like a get-out-of-jail card in order to commit more crime,
And the politically correct understand this all the time,
Our soft courts bending over backwards to give criminals a break,
But criminals and legal-aid lawyers now expect this angel cake.
And nowadays we have the gangs killing folk here and there,
But they too are aware of the soft system so why should they care?
They know that even if and when they are eventually caught,
The soft do-good judge is likely to be kind and let them walk.
July 29th,2012
poem by James Bredin
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High Flyer
They were 'Proctors' and 'Jackaroos' in those days.
Single wing aeroplanes,
two and four seaters,
either open engines, or open under your seat.
Exciting for a seventeen year old.
I went up with the commercial pilots,
logging up their flying hours.
Take off! Climb! Spin on one wing!
Roll! - 'keep looking forward! ',
Stall! - That was the most terrifying thing of all,
not knowing whether the engine would start firing up again.
There were no parachutes, of course.
Flying along the south coast of England,
around the Isle of Wight,
looking down on a 'patchwork' of fields, farms,
towns and villages,
all viewed in 'miniature'.
Those were the days when one felt immortal,
and there was something very romantic
about pilots who flew beyond the clouds.
That death defying, daredevil image.
Somehow, you didn't seem to suffer from nerves
when you were only seventeen, you just had an appetite
to sample the great, unknown, blue yonder.
Now I prefer to have my feet planted firmly on terra firma.
But Oh! those times when I was once a 'High Flyer'.
What memories!
Chocks away.............! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Kite Flight Dream Space Travel
dream flight tiny flowers
produce seed parachutes
compass aline on heavens
poem by Terence George Craddock
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