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Red Bandana

Left los angeles a short while ago
Flew cross the country back to buffalo
Walked around through the sleet and the snow
With a red bandana on my head
Saw my momma on 12th and grand
Standing in the alley with the junkyard man
They were both so loaded they could hardly stand
Talkin bout going to mexico
I said momma I was born
Out there I was born again
Been clear to california and back
Was out there so long many times I thought I was dead
She said, sonny whats that you got wrapped around your head?
Its a red bandana
Its a red bandana
Its a red bandana
Its from hollywood usa
Looked for the woman I used to love
Seen her in a bar off the harlem road
Talking in a booth with charley hobbs
And this ugly little dude whom I didnt know
She said honey youre back Im so glad
When you was gone I was so sad
You come in here lookin so bad
With that red bandana on your head
With that red bandana on your head
Yes! its a red bandana
Its a red bandana
Its a red bandana
And its red just like your blood is

song performed by by Randy Newman
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The Red Bandana

She wore a red bandana tied around her head
A bandana of hope is what they said.
The bandana was to hide the pain.
“ and losing her hair she felt so ashamed”.
But the bandana gave encouragement
To the others all around
For in this child love they had found.

On the red bandana was imprinted
LOVE, HOPE, AND FAITH
And their faith would open up the gate.
The gate to research to find the cure
So the pain - these children would not endure.

This child was diagnosed with a brain tumor
At twelve months of age.
Never realizing how her life would change.
But she always had a smile
Which would not go away, and with other children
In the chapel they would pray.

She had became like a star, big and bright.
And had became the “ pediatric brain tumors”
Guiding light.
She is one of many who struggle from day to day
In the hopes that research will find the way.

Every year thousands of children being diagnosed
With cancerous brain tumors
With a short time to live.
But with the doctors research
A longer time they could give.
Advancements are being found every day
We need your financial support and for you to pray.
All the children undergoing numerous surgeries
And chemo therapy
This is not the way it should be.
A five dollar donation is all we ask
That’s not much of a task.
Give all that you can possibly give
And help the beautiful children live.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Finding

you found me broken and bleeding
left to die in the middle of the floor
you walked through my blood
mended my heart and helped me up
you put a bandana around my bleeding wrists
you held my hand as we walked through the mist
crushed and broken my world was
everything you touched darkend and died
thats the way i like it
you brought my blood red moon and river back
and my dead trees and black roses
surprise surprise my world is dark again
it makes me happy to know that you care
to know that you love me
and want me cause i love it when you stare

poem by Sandy Vanity
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Iwama Market

It looms, huge on Rockville Road
between swaying eucalyptus
and darkening fields,

unexpected hulk
of a ruined past.

In better days
girls danced and liquor poured
through its open doors
free as the western wind.

“Hold on tight, boy,
or it’ll knock you over! ”

Back then it was “Bandana Lou’s”
disreputable,
speak-
easy,
fun.

When the wind drops
you can still hear them laughing
through the easy chatter
of honky-tonk.

poem by Steven Federle
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Born Cantata

Born to enjoy nature
Born to swim in the body of Elora Gorge
With a life jacket of course
Born to sing songs to people and Mother nature
Born to try different foods
Born to be living among different cultures
Born to shine
Bor to write how I feel from inside out
Born to have my own style of clothes
Born to dream about cars on fire one night
Born to dream about tricycle the second night
Born to wear a bandana
Born to dream about indian ladies wearing sahris and Muslin wearing Jihrads that cover their face
Why do they hide their beautiful faces?
Is it because they are trying to hide their identity

poem by Aldo Kraas
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You Will Meet Her

you shall soon meet her
without her bandana and

you will open to her your
longings and you shall ask

why she remains single all
those years when she was

such a beautiful maiden
with slender arms and soft

hands, and you shall have
some confessions about

some matters of the heart
about women who savor the

loneliness beneath the
deep sunken eyes and

you shall tell me there is
nothing to be afraid of

about loneliness and
lovelessness, you relate like

two old best friends to the
notes of the piano playing

in the dark. There is no
reason. There is no demand

for an explanation. You kiss
each other cheek to cheek.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Peace. A Study

He stood, a worn-out City clerk —
Who'd toil'd, and seen no holiday,
For forty years from dawn to dark —
Alone beside Caermarthen Bay.
He felt the salt spray on his lips;
Heard children's voices on the sands;
Up the sun's path he saw the ships
Sail on and on to other lands;
And laugh'd aloud. Each sight and sound
To him was joy too deep for tears;
He sat him on the beach, and bound
A blue bandana round his ears
And thought how, posted near his door,
His own green door on Camden Hill,
Two bands at least, most likely more,
Were mingling at their own sweet will
Verdi with Vance. And at the thought
He laugh'd again, and softly drew
That Morning Herald that he'd bought
Forth from his breast, and read it through.

poem by Charles Stuart Calverley
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Feel The Benefit

Reminisce and speculation
You went out on the street without your shoes on
You didnt listen what your momma said
She said you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
And if we all went out without our shoes on
Tell me where would we be, where would we be
If all the people in the world lost their reason
What would we see, where would we be
If all the entertainers in the world lost their music
What would they play, what could they say
To pacify the crowd, to justify themselves
Wont feel the benefit
Youre like a cloud behind the sun
Like the face behind the clown
Youre moving like the wrinkles in a frown
And you can never look back
A leaf thats borne upon the wind
A cardboard suitcase in your hand
The wanderer soon returns
And finds the colour of the grass is just the same
On the other side of the tracks, oh no
A latin break
Ooh when you smile its like a holiday
Ooh pack your bags and we can get away
Well float on a queen down to rio
Theres no need to shave
Well be stinking like rum in a punch
You can walk on the water
You can dabble in the mumbo jumbo
You can smoke a little ganja
Float like a cloud over rio, rio
You can ride with the gauchos
Swinging your bolas in a red bandana
You can run with the devil
Takin your chances with senorita
You can drink a lot of coffee in brazil
But the bill is gonna make you ill
Feel the benefit
So, you can go out on the street and take your chances
But if you do, you better do it right
Or you wont feel the benefit, wont feel the benefit
Spin the wheel and take your chances
And your number might come up
Though the odds may be in favor of the house
If all the people in the world would say together
Were all black and white, were all day and night
If all the people in the world could sing together
How would it sound, what would we feel
Wed all feel the benefit

song performed by by 10 Cc
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Ballerina Valerie

Down in the garden
Under a leaf, she was smoking her keef
And she was looking at stardom
Everythings bright as she draws on the pipe
And the bowl glows redder
And things look better
Mars is a ruby
Saturn is sapphire, it burns with a blue fire
Colors run through me
Loosen my thinking, theyre flashing and blinking
And always changing, rearranging
Ballerina, valerie now
Move me through your crimson dances
Terragan, a red bandana
Bring me down your silver trances
Down in the garden
Under an oak, he was drinking his coke
And he was looking at stardom
Everythings bright as he draws on the pipe
And the bowl glows redder
And things go better with coca-cola

song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Youth Revisited

Can this be the old town of wheat-teams and saddle-hacks,
Of Ted Toll's smithy, with the anvil ringing clear,
Of stacks in the station yard, and stockmen, and farming hands,
Of bow-legged bound'ry riders coming in for beer
This strange, new, brisk town of sweet-shops and petrol pumps
Petrol pumps with motor cars dashing up and down?
Yet there stands the old church, the bluestone baker's shop,
And the queer, shrunken houses of my old home town.

What has become of him - Little Johnny Parkinson?
Little Johnny Parkinson out upon a bust
The long red beard of him, the red-rimmed eyes of him;
Red from the harvest field and winnower dust.
Five foot two of him - Little Johnny Parkinson,
Driving in his wheat team, down the dusty street;
Red beard, red eyes, red bandana neckerchief
Little Johnny Parkinson, who took his whiskey neat.

What has become of him - Big Jack Herringford?
Big Jack Herringford, champion of the stacks,
Where the lumpers, laboring, climbed the crazy wooden ways
One, two, three hundred pounds upon their backs.
Big Jack Herringford, soft-hearted Hercules,
Went to the West land and won a fortune there.
Was the gold a bension to Big Jack Herringford?
Does anybody know, or does anybody care?

What has become of him - Black Tom Boliver?
Black Tom, Dude Tom, of the shearing shed
The bold, black eyes of him, the well-oiled curls of him,
The cabbage-tree hat well back upon his head.
What has become of them, all the men I used to know?
Only one I recognise of all men there;
But one has a smile for me - schoolmate Jimmy Tomlinson
Laughing Jimmy Tomlinson, with snow-white hair.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Me & Bobby Mcgee

Busted flat in baton rouge, headin for the trains,
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained,
Took us all the way to new orleans.
Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues,
With them windshield wipers slappin time and
Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song
That driver knew.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin aint worth nothin but its free,
Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me,
Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.
From the coalmines of kentucky to the california sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul,
Standin right beside me through everythin I done,
And every night she kept me from the cold.
The somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away,
She was lookin for the love I hope shell find,
Well Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin bobbys body close to mine.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose,
And nothin left was all she left to me,
Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues,
And buddy, that was good enough for me.
Good enough for me and bobby mcgee.

song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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Reeves..the Phenix.

The crowd gather, soon there’s a mob
They say they’re poor and don’t have a job
No thought of struggling shop owners
They get heartened as they gather on the corner
Smoke billows from many sources, will any building get away?
Many will hang their heads and remember this day
The excitement of an impending battle looms
As witnesses from windows hide in their rooms
More fires are lit and the excitement grows
Where this will end no one knows
As local businesses go up in smoke
Silence here, tears there as they realise this is no joke
A bandana covers this guys face, he’s there with his chum
His only fear is being recognised by his mum

The engine arrives, ducking constantly they turn on the pump
The fire has taken hold and from a window a woman jumps
No point sifting through the debris of that formally longstanding store
Where you could buy furniture to fit your stature
We can mentally help them grieve
As they knuckle down and roll up their sleeves
Fighters of a different kind get to work
Moving and Sweeping the acrid dirt
As the Phenix was deemed to rise...so does REEVES right in front of your eyes.

poem by Brian Roy Skyers
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Whiskey Girl

Don't my baby look good in them blue jeans?
Tight on the top with a belly button ring
A little tatoo somewhere in between
She only shows to me
Hey we're going out dancin' she's ready tonight
So damn good-lookin' boys it ain't even right
And when bar tender says for the lady
what's it gonna be?
I tell him man...
Chorus:
She ain't into wine and roses
Beer just makes her turn up her nose
And, she can't stand the thought of sippin' champagne
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Baby got a '69 mustang
four on the floor, and you ought to hear the pipes ring
I jump behind the wheel and it's away we go
Hey, I drive too fast, but she don't care
Blue bandana tied all up in her hair
Just sittin' there singin' every song on the radio
Chorus
No Cuervo Gold Margaritas
Just ain't enough good burn in tequilla
She needs somethin' with a little more edge and a little more pain
She's my little whiskey Girl
oh, She's my little whiskey Girl
My Ragged-on-the-edges girl
Ah, but I like 'em rough
Yeah, I like 'em rough
I like 'em rough

song performed by by Toby Keith
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Me & Bobby McGee

Busted flat it baton rouge, headin' for the trains
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Took us all the way to new orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my old dirty red bandana
I was playin' sad while bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And bobbys clappin hands we finally
Sang up every song that driver knew.
Oh oh oh freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but its free
Oh oh oh feelin' good was easy, lord
When bobby sang the blues
Im feeling good was good enough for me, bobby mcgee.
From the coal mines of kentucky to the california sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standing right beside me, lord, through everything id done
And every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near salinas, lord
I let her slip away
Looking for that home and I hope shell find
I'll trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
Holdin' bobby's body next to mine.
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' left was all she left for me
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, lord
When bobby sang the blues
Feeling good was good enough for me & by mcgee.
Oh, oh, oh, freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin', but its free
Oh, oh, oh, feelin' good was easy, lord

song performed by by Kenny Rogers
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The Blue And Gray

The Blue and the Gray collided one day
In the future great town of Missouri,
And if all that we hear is the truth, 'twould appear
That they tackled each other with fury.

While the weather waxed hot they hove and they sot,
Like the scow in the famous old story,
And what made the fight an enjoyable sight
Was the fact that they fought con amore.

They as participants fought in such wise as was taught,
As beseemed the old days of the dragons,
When you led to the dance and defended with lance
The damsel you pledged in your flagons.

In their dialect way the knights of the Gray
Gave a flout at the buckeye bandana,
And the buckeye came back with a gosh-awful whack,
And that's what's the matter with Hannah.

This resisted attack took the Grays all a-back,
And feeling less coltish and frisky,
They resolved to elate the cause of their state,
And also their persons, with whisky.

Having made ample use of the treacherous juice,
Which some folks say stings like an adder,
They went back again at the handkerchief men,
Who slowly got madder and madder.

You can bet it was h--l in the Southern Hotel
And elsewhere, too many to mention,
But the worst of it all was achieved in the hall
Where the President held his convention.

They ripped and they hewed and they, sweating imbrued,
Volleyed and bellowed and thundered;
There was nothing to do until these yawpers got through,
So the rest of us waited and wondered.

As the result of these frays it appears that the Grays,
Who once were as chipper as daisies,
Have changed their complexion to one of dejection,
And at present are bluer than blazes.

poem by Eugene Field
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Fishing On The Susquehanna In July

I have never been fishing on the Susquehanna
or on any river for that matter
to be perfectly honest.

Not in July or any month
have I had the pleasure -- if it is a pleasure --
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

I am more likely to be found
in a quiet room like this one --
a painting of a woman on the wall,

a bowl of tangerines on the table --
trying to manufacture the sensation
of fishing on the Susquehanna.

There is little doubt
that others have been fishing
on the Susquehanna,

rowing upstream in a wooden boat,
sliding the oars under the water
then raising them to drip in the light.

But the nearest I have ever come to
fishing on the Susquehanna
was one afternoon in a museum in Philadelphia,

when I balanced a little egg of time
in front of a painting
in which that river curled around a bend

under a blue cloud-ruffled sky,
dense trees along the banks,
and a fellow with a red bandana

sitting in a small, green
flat-bottom boat
holding the thin whip of a pole.

That is something I am unlikely
ever to do, I remember
saying to myself and the person next to me.

Then I blinked and moved on
to other American scenes
of haystacks, water whitening over rocks,

even one of a brown hare
who seemed so wired with alertness
I imagined him springing right out of the frame.

poem by Billy Collins
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Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat in Baton Rouge
Headin' for the train
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all away to New Orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin' sad while Bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin' time
And Bobby clappin' hands we finally
Sung up every song that driver knew
Freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin
But it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee
From the coalmines of Kentucky
To the California sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin' right beside me Lord
Through every thing I done
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near Salinas Lord
I let her slip away
Searchin' for the home
I hope she'll find
And I'd give all my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holdin' Bobby's body close to mine
Freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
Nothin' ain't worth nothin
But it's free
Feelin' good was easy Lord
When Bobby sang the blues
Feelin' good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Me And Bobby McGee

Busted flat it Baton Rouge, waitin' for a train
When I was feelin' nearly as faded as my jeans
Well, Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained
Rode us all the way to New Orleans.
Well, I pulled my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
I was playin' soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windshield wipers slappin' time
I's holding Bobby's hand in mine
We sang every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin'
But it ain't free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues
You know, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and by Bobby McGee.
From the Kentucky coalmine to the California Sun
Where Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather, through everything we done
Yea, Bobby baby kept me from the cold
Then one day near Salinas, Lord
I let him slip away
He's looking for that home and I hope he finds it
Yea, I'd trade all of my tomorrows for a single yesterday
To be holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word
For nothin' left to lose
And nothin' ain't worth nothin'
But it ain't free
Feelin' good was easy, Lord
When he sang the blues
You know, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and by Bobby McGee.

song performed by by LeAnn Rimes
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Me & Bobby Mcgee

Busted flat in baton rouge
Headin for the train
Feelin nearly faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a diesel down
Just before it rained
Took us all away to new orleans
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana
And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues
With those windshield wipers slappin time
And bobby clappin hands we finally
Sung up every song that driver knew
Freedoms just another word
For nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin
But its free
Feelin good was easy lord
When bobby sang the blues
Feelin good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and bobby mcgee
From the coalmines of kentucky
To the california sun
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Standin right beside me lord
Through every thing I done
Every night she kept me from the cold
Then somewhere near salinas lord
I let her slip away
Searchin for the home
I hope shell find
And Id give all my tomorrows
For a single yesterday
Holdin bobbys body close to mine
Freedoms just another word
For nothin left to lose
Nothin aint worth nothin
But its free
Feelin good was easy lord
When bobby sang the blues
Feelin good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and bobby mcgee

song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Since Supernatural (feat. Melkie Jean & Governor Washington)

(feat. Melkie Jean & Governor Washington)
Since Supernatural ain't nothin changed
All new players still the same old game
Well if you're low-ridin or your up in your range
Let me see you blow your horn
For the mommies that be lookin good at he bus stop
The ones at the club that be makin the fires start
Your fools with the thugs that be makin the guns spark
Why can't we all just get along?
LAPD, riots, beating
Streets on fire, people fleeting
Someone said there's O.J. speeding
Cochran beef in that club ain't fittin
Tyson's fight, Vegas lights
Tupac lost his life that night
And Biggie dies
And hip-hop prize
And that's when the East and the West unite
So, come on
[Chorus]
If you're in here tonight
And the girls look right
And the thug wanna fight
Tell 'em we ain't havin it
First of the month
Rent is due
No money for no food
We ain't havin it
We came to shake it
Back-bone break it
All ing together now
We ain't havin it
Santana, bandana with the guitar
Party people turn it up a little louder
Since Supernatural ain't nothin changed
Still boppin heads on the uptown train
Playin in the speakers while you drive in the rain
Speedin on the parkway switchin lanes
From the underground to the tunnel bangin your radio
MTV, BET, video
The Santana show via satellite in Mxico
VIP at the door
No more dreamin,guitars screamin
You can make it, keep believing
But as times keep passin
Feel my passion
I won't sell my soul for fashion
Grammy night, too much hype, too much cars, too much ice
My man just got 25 to life
Aaliayh flies to paradise
[Chorus:]
If the city gets dark I'll be alright
And if the pain comes I'll be your core
If you can't breathe I'll be your rail
Just know that we will always prevail
North, South, East to the West side
Put this on the booth, it should be world wide
North, South, East to the West side
Put your hands in the air and represent your side

song performed by by Santana
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Night Of The Living Dead

Before I lay my head I say my prayers
My future starts when I see the first light of day
When I woke up today, I didnt really feel ok
I wasnt myself, I couldnt be no one else
Night of the living dead, thats what my momma said
Thats what she said, dont let them in your head
If you want to hang around
Please dont you bring me down
A zombie will steal your soul
Dont let them take control
Control, control, control
Night of the living dead, thats what my momma said
Thats what she said, dont let them in your head
Do you know who you are?
I know who I am
Dont know where Im going
But I can tell you where Ive been
Where I am right now
Is where I want to be
Nothing you can do or say
Can take me away from me
Night of the living dead, thats what my momma said
Thats what she said, dont let them in your head
No no

song performed by by G. Love & Special Sauce
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