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Guenevere

We had a game
I called her guenevere
And she would always call me galahad
I was her king
She was my queen
My guenevere
The days were warm
The nights were sweet
I didnt think
That something troubling me
My guenevere
You left one night
Farewell guenevere
Where are you
Guenevere come back to camelot
Galahad is waiting
Guenevere come back to camelot
Watch the morning breaking
The city streets
No longer are
The english countryside
They used to be
My armor rusts
My sword is waiting
For guenevere
Where are you
Guenevere come back to camelot
Galahad is waiting
Guenevere come back to camelot
Watch the morning breaking
All the songs
I used to sing
I long to sing
For you
Said in my letter
Write me soon
Im waiting here
My lady
Guenevere come back to camelot
Galahad is waiting
Guenevere come back to camelot
Watch the morning breaking
Guenevere come back to camelot
Galahad is waiting
Guenevere come back to camelot
Watch the morning breaking...

song performed by by Rick Springfield
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I Will Wait

Behind the tomato fence
I sit as quietly as Sunday
waiting for her to come
and hum me Camelot,
where I have won a showdown
with the red wasps that stole
her ruby nectar.
But the only sound I hear
are the flirty chirps of sparrows,
and the only thing I feel
is air.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
And when I catch sight of her
I know I'll gasp just like I always do.
She steals my heart away in chunks you see,
but she will blow me off
not even noticing I am here
worshiping her shimmer.
Still, I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.
Meanwhile fragrant basil
smiles my mood,
and rosemary is drying.
There is an eye full of brightest brilliant blue,
and a crescent of white moon dying.
Here I will wait
behind the tomato fence,
sitting as quietly as Sunday
for her to come
and hum me Camelot.

poem by Sara Fielder
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The Lady Or The Tramp - a warm up poem

The river or the island
The island or the Camelot
The Shalott or Sir Lancelot

A magic web or a broken heart
A real life lived or a lonely art
Four towers or the fragrant flowers

The Shalott or The Camelot
The mirror or Sir Lancelot

A water lily or an aspen tree
Be imprisoned or just set free
Art to create or life to be

The Shalott or Sir Lancelot
The mirror or The Camelot

The silent coffin or the singing boat
The noise of heaven or silence remote
Live love and die or weave the sky

The Shalott or The Camelot
The mirror or Sir Lancelot

The glassy road or a towered space
To live by shadows or see their face
To take a breath or live in death

The Shalott or Sir Lancelot
The mirror or The Camelot

To weave or breathe or die of thirst
To break the spell or just stay cursed
Chose well or chose what's first

The Shalott or The Camelot
The mirror or Sir Lancelot

poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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All White Continued

Ah, beautiful sweet woman, made in vain,
Since Launcelot is dead and only I,
Alas for this new world of recreant men,
Remain in age Love's creed to justify
And prove his right to fools who would deny!
Heaven's help shall win her, though she long hath been
Child of a doubting Age. Or let me die
At her dear feet, my Guenevere, my queen.
--Ride therefore forth, my soul, on this last quest.
Oblivion soon shall fold all in its arms.
Love, if she love thee or love not. The loss
Is hers, not thine, since each thing else is dross;
Not thine, whom Heaven makes whole and no hurt harms,
Even that of death, so thou have loved thy best.

poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Near Avalon

A ship with shields before the sun,
Six maidens round the mast,
A red-gold crown on every one,
A green gown on the last.

The fluttering green banners there
Are wrought with ladies' heads most fair,
And a portraiture of Guenevere
The middle of each sail doth bear.

A ship with sails before the wind,
And round the helm six knights,
Their heaumes are on, whereby, half blind,
They pass by many sights.

The tatter'd scarlet banners there
Right soon will leave the spear-heads bare.
Those six knights sorrowfully bear
In all their heaumes some yellow hair.

poem by William Morris
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The Framing Shop

I walked into the framing shop
to browse some pictures idly
and suddenly I saw you there
whispering come buy me.

Lying in a little boat,
so quietly and woebegone
there you were, my lady fair,
drifting down to Camelot.

My mother used to read to me
about the mirror and the curse
and I remember every word
of every single, tragic verse.

I have no mirror or a curse,
no handsome knight to love
and yet my sweet and gentle maid
I mirror you in many ways.

I sit behind a monitor screen
I surf the web I'm never seen
but hide beneath my own dark dreams
in down town Camelot.

poem by Ruth Walters
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Look Back In Anger

You know who I am, he said
The speaker was an angel
He coughed and shook his crumpled wings
Closed his eyes and moved his lips
Its time we should be going
(waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, see it in my eyes
Till you come
No one seemed to hear him
So he leafed through a magazine
And, yawning, rubbed the sleep away
Very sane he seemed to me
(waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, driven by the night
Till you come
(waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so)
Look back in anger, feel it in my voice
Till you come
(waiting so long, ahhh...)
(waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so) (waiting so long, Ive been waiting so, waiting so)
(waiting so long, ahhh...)

song performed by by David Bowie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Of Many Rescuers

Ive heard this script before, I know this turn of mind
You think that youre the one to bring the change shes trying to find
But what youre selling, she dont need -- she already got it free
Your boat struck something deep, now youre trying to save the sea
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side
She put her hand around the flame more times than you can tell
The best thing you could do for her is to pass and wish her well
She aint dying on her feet, nor hanging on your every word
The pain your sensing is inside you -- youre just thinking it onto her
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side
Ive heard your presentation and its time for me to go
The train is waiting at the railway station and theres much that we dont know
Ive a secret in my keep and Ill tell you if you ask
But I know that you cant really speak, till you remove the mask
Now I can see youre using all youve got, all the power thats in your hands
Youre pulling favours, casting em up, money flies at your command
You talk hard but you dont listen, you look long but you dont see
But what bothers me most about you my friend, you remind me too much of me
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side

song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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One Of Many Rescuers

Ive heard this script before, I know this turn of mind
You think that youre the one to bring the change shes trying to find
But what youre selling, she dont need -- she already got it free
Your boat struck something deep, now youre trying to save the sea
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side
She put her hand around the flame more times than you can tell
The best thing you could do for her is to pass and wish her well
She aint dying on her feet, nor hanging on your every word
The pain your sensing is inside you -- youre just thinking it onto her
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side
Ive heard your presentation and its time for me to go
The train is waiting at the railway station and theres much that we dont know
Ive a secret in my keep and Ill tell you if you ask
But I know that you cant really speak, till you remove the mask
Now I can see youre using all youve got, all the power thats in your hands
Youre pulling favours, casting em up, money flies at your command
You talk hard but you dont listen, you look long but you dont see
But what bothers me most about you my friend, you remind me too much of me
You aint sir galahad, she aint your blushing bride
You aint the wayward son, come back to turn the tide
You aint the savior king, foretold and prophecied
Youre just one of many rescuers, trying to get by her side

song performed by by Waterboys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Take You Back - Up On The Downside B-side

Resting so alone
Way back home
Waiting for a long
Way to go
Nothing if I take you back
Id rather never take you back for you
Waiting so fast
For a way to go
Wrestling with the past
Long way to go
Nothing if I take you back
Id rather never take you back for you
I got more than I can have cant really say
I get more than I can use day to day
I get more time to take you back
Id rather never take you back for you
Waiting so alone
Long time ago
Waiting so hard
On the radio
Wasting if I take you back
Id rather never take you back for you
I got more than I can have cant really say
I get more than I can use day to day
I get more time to take you back
Id rather never take you back for you

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Take You Back

Resting so alone
Way back home
Waiting for a long
Way to go
Nothing if I take you back
I'd rather never take you back for you
Waiting so fast
For a way to go
Wrestling with the past
Long way to go
Nothing if I take you back
I'd rather never take you back for you
I got more than I can have can't really say
I get more than I can use day to day
I get more time to take you back
I'd rather never take you back for you
Waiting so alone
Long time ago
Waiting so hard
On the radio
Wasting if I take you back
I'd rather never take you back for you
I got more than I can have can't really say
I get more than I can use day to day
I get more time to take you back
I'd rather never take you back for you

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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King Arthur's Tomb

Hot August noon: already on that day
Since sunrise through the Wiltshire downs, most sad
Of mouth and eye, he had gone leagues of way;
Ay and by night, till whether good or bad

He was, he knew not, though he knew perchance
That he was Launcelot, the bravest knight
Of all who since the world was, have borne lance,
Or swung their swords in wrong cause or in right.

Nay, he knew nothing now, except that where
The Glastonbury gilded towers shine,
A lady dwelt, whose name was Guenevere;
This he knew also; that some fingers twine,

Not only in a man's hair, even his heart,
(Making him good or bad I mean,) but in his life,
Skies, earth, men's looks and deeds, all that has part,
Not being ourselves, in that half-sleep, half-strife,

(Strange sleep, strange strife,) that men call living; so
Was Launcelot most glad when the moon rose,
Because it brought new memories of her. "Lo,
Between the trees a large moon, the wind lows

"Not loud, but as a cow begins to low,
Wishing for strength to make the herdsman hear:
The ripe corn gathereth dew; yea, long ago,
In the old garden life, my Guenevere

"Loved to sit still among the flowers, till night
Had quite come on, hair loosen'd, for she said,
Smiling like heaven, that its fairness might
Draw up the wind sooner to cool her head.

"Now while I ride how quick the moon gets small,
As it did then: I tell myself a tale
That will not last beyond the whitewashed wall,
Thoughts of some joust must help me through the vale,

"Keep this till after: How Sir Gareth ran
A good course that day under my Queen's eyes,
And how she sway'd laughing at Dinadan.
No. Back again, the other thoughts will rise,

"And yet I think so fast 'twill end right soon:
Verily then I think, that Guenevere,
Made sad by dew and wind, and tree-barred moon,
Did love me more than ever, was more dear

"To me than ever, she would let me lie
And kiss her feet, or, if I sat behind,
Would drop her hand and arm most tenderly,
And touch my mouth. And she would let me wind

"Her hair around my neck, so that it fell
Upon my red robe, strange in the twilight
With many unnamed colours, till the bell
Of her mouth on my cheek sent a delight

"Through all my ways of being; like the stroke
Wherewith God threw all men upon the face
When he took Enoch, and when Enoch woke
With a changed body in the happy place.

"Once, I remember, as I sat beside,
She turn'd a little, and laid back her head,
And slept upon my breast; I almost died
In those night-watches with my love and dread.

"There lily-like she bow'd her head and slept,
And I breathed low, and did not dare to move,
But sat and quiver'd inwardly, thoughts crept,
And frighten'd me with pulses of my Love.

"The stars shone out above the doubtful green
Of her bodice, in the green sky overhead;
Pale in the green sky were the stars I ween,
Because the moon shone like a star she shed

"When she dwelt up in heaven a while ago,
And ruled all things but God: the night went on,
The wind grew cold, and the white moon grew low,
One hand had fallen down, and now lay on

"My cold stiff palm; there were no colours then
For near an hour, and I fell asleep
In spite of all my striving, even when
I held her whose name-letters make me leap.

"I did not sleep long, feeling that in sleep
I did some loved one wrong, so that the sun
Had only just arisen from the deep
Still land of colours, when before me one

"Stood whom I knew, but scarcely dared to touch,
She seemed to have changed so in the night;
Moreover she held scarlet lilies, such
As Maiden Margaret bears upon the light

"Of the great church walls, natheless did I walk
Through the fresh wet woods, and the wheat that morn,
Touching her hair and hand and mouth, and talk
Of love we held, nigh hid among the corn.

"Back to the palace, ere the sun grew high,
We went, and in a cool green room all day
I gazed upon the arras giddily,
Where the wind set the silken kings a-sway.

"I could not hold her hand, or see her face;
For which may God forgive me! but I think,
Howsoever, that she was not in that place."
These memories Launcelot was quick to drink;

And when these fell, some paces past the wall,
There rose yet others, but they wearied more,
And tasted not so sweet; they did not fall
So soon, but vaguely wrenched his strained heart sore

In shadowy slipping from his grasp: these gone,
A longing followed; if he might but touch
That Guenevere at once! Still night, the lone
Grey horse's head before him vex'd him much,

In steady nodding over the grey road:
Still night, and night, and night, and emptied heart
Of any stories; what a dismal load
Time grew at last, yea, when the night did part,

And let the sun flame over all, still there
The horse's grey ears turn'd this way and that,
And still he watch'd them twitching in the glare
Of the morning sun, behind them still he sat,

Quite wearied out with all the wretched night,
Until about the dustiest of the day,
On the last down's brow he drew his rein in sight
Of the Glastonbury roofs that choke the way.

And he was now quite giddy as before,
When she slept by him, tired out, and her hair
Was mingled with the rushes on the floor,
And he, being tired too, was scarce aware

Of her presence; yet as he sat and gazed,
A shiver ran throughout him, and his breath
Came slower, he seem'd suddenly amazed,
As though he had not heard of Arthur's death.

This for a moment only, presently
He rode on giddy still, until he reach'd
A place of apple-trees, by the thorn-tree
Wherefrom St. Joseph in the days past preached.

Dazed there he laid his head upon a tomb,
Not knowing it was Arthur's, at which sight
One of her maidens told her, "He is come,"
And she went forth to meet him; yet a blight

Had settled on her, all her robes were black,
With a long white veil only; she went slow,
As one walks to be slain, her eyes did lack
Half her old glory, yea, alas! the glow

Had left her face and hands; this was because
As she lay last night on her purple bed,
Wishing for morning, grudging every pause
Of the palace clocks, until that Launcelot's head

Should lie on her breast, with all her golden hair
Each side: when suddenly the thing grew drear,
In morning twilight, when the grey downs bare
Grew into lumps of sin to Guenevere.

At first she said no word, but lay quite still,
Only her mouth was open, and her eyes
Gazed wretchedly about from hill to hill;
As though she asked, not with so much surprise

As tired disgust, what made them stand up there
So cold and grey. After, a spasm took
Her face, and all her frame, she caught her hair,
All her hair, in both hands, terribly she shook,

And rose till she was sitting in the bed,
Set her teeth hard, and shut her eyes and seem'd
As though she would have torn it from her head,
Natheless she dropp'd it, lay down, as she deem'd

It matter'd not whatever she might do:
O Lord Christ! pity on her ghastly face!
Those dismal hours while the cloudless blue
Drew the sun higher: He did give her grace;

Because at last she rose up from her bed,
And put her raiment on, and knelt before
The blessed rood, and with her dry lips said,
Muttering the words against the marble floor:

"Unless you pardon, what shall I do, Lord,
But go to hell? and there see day by day
Foul deed on deed, hear foulest word on word,
For ever and ever, such as on the way

"To Camelot I heard once from a churl,
That curled me up upon my jennet's neck
With bitter shame; how then, Lord, should I curl
For ages and for ages? dost thou reck

"That I am beautiful, Lord, even as you
And your dear mother? why did I forget
You were so beautiful, and good, and true,
That you loved me so, Guenevere? O yet

"If even I go to hell, I cannot choose
But love you, Christ, yea, though I cannot keep
From loving Launcelot; O Christ! must I lose
My own heart's love? see, though I cannot weep,

"Yet am I very sorry for my sin;
Moreover, Christ, I cannot bear that hell,
I am most fain to love you, and to win
A place in heaven some time: I cannot tell:

"Speak to me, Christ! I kiss, kiss, kiss your feet;
Ah! now I weep!" The maid said, "By the tomb
He waiteth for you, lady," coming fleet,
Not knowing what woe filled up all the room.

So Guenevere rose and went to meet him there,
He did not hear her coming, as he lay
On Arthur's head, till some of her long hair
Brush'd on the new-cut stone: "Well done! to pray

"For Arthur, my dear Lord, the greatest king
That ever lived." "Guenevere! Guenevere!
Do you not know me, are you gone mad? fling
Your arms and hair about me, lest I fear

"You are not Guenevere, but some other thing."
"Pray you forgive me, fair lord Launcelot!
I am not mad, but I am sick; they cling,
God's curses, unto such as I am; not

"Ever again shall we twine arms and lips."
"Yea, she is mad: thy heavy law, O Lord,
Is very tight about her now, and grips
Her poor heart, so that no right word

"Can reach her mouth; so, Lord, forgive her now,
That she not knowing what she does, being mad,
Kills me in this way: Guenevere, bend low
And kiss me once! for God's love kiss me! sad

"Though your face is, you look much kinder now;
Yea once, once for the last time kiss me, lest I die."
"Christ! my hot lips are very near his brow,
Help me to save his soul! Yea, verily,

"Across my husband's head, fair Launcelot!
Fair serpent mark'd with V upon the head!
This thing we did while yet he was alive,
Why not, O twisting knight, now he is dead?

"Yea, shake! shake now and shiver! if you can
Remember anything for agony,
Pray you remember how when the wind ran
One cool spring evening through fair aspen-tree,

"And elm and oak about the palace there
The king came back from battle, and I stood
To meet him, with my ladies, on the stair,
My face made beautiful with my young blood."

"Will she lie now, Lord God?" "Remember too,
Wrung heart, how first before the knights there came
A royal bier, hung round with green and blue,
About it shone great tapers with sick flame.

"And thereupon Lucius, the Emperor,
Lay royal-robed, but stone-cold now and dead,
Not able to hold sword or sceptre more,
But not quite grim; because his cloven head

"Bore no marks now of Launcelot's bitter sword,
Being by embalmers deftly solder'd up;
So still it seem'd the face of a great lord,
Being mended as a craftsman mends a cup.

"Also the heralds sung rejoicingly
To their long trumpets; 'Fallen under shield,
Here lieth Lucius, King of Italy,
Slain by Lord Launcelot in open field.'

"Thereat the people shouted: 'Launcelot!'
And through the spears I saw you drawing nigh,
You and Lord Arthur: nay, I saw you not,
But rather Arthur, God would not let die,

"I hoped, these many years; he should grow great,
And in his great arms still encircle me,
Kissing my face, half blinded with the heat
Of king's love for the queen I used to be.

"Launcelot, Launcelot, why did he take your hand,
When he had kissed me in his kingly way?
Saying: 'This is the knight whom all the land
Calls Arthur's banner, sword, and shield to-day;

"'Cherish him, love.' Why did your long lips cleave
In such strange way unto my fingers then?
So eagerly glad to kiss, so loath to leave
When you rose up? Why among helmed men

"Could I always tell you by your long strong arms,
And sway like an angel's in your saddle there?
Why sicken'd I so often with alarms
Over the tilt-yard? Why were you more fair

"Than aspens in the autumn at their best?
Why did you fill all lands with your great fame,
So that Breuse even, as he rode, fear'd lest
At turning of the way your shield should flame?

"Was it nought then, my agony and strife?
When as day passed by day, year after year,
I found I could not live a righteous life!
Didst ever think queens held their truth for dear?

"O, but your lips say: 'Yea, but she was cold
Sometimes, always uncertain as the spring;
When I was sad she would be overbold,
Longing for kisses. When war-bells did ring,

"'The back-toll'd bells of noisy Camelot.'"
"Now, Lord God, listen! listen, Guenevere,
Though I am weak just now, I think there's not
A man who dares to say: 'You hated her,

"'And left her moaning while you fought your fill
In the daisied meadows!' lo you her thin hand,
That on the carven stone can not keep still,
Because she loves me against God's command,

"Has often been quite wet with tear on tear,
Tears Launcelot keeps somewhere, surely not
In his own heart, perhaps in Heaven, where
He will not be these ages." "Launcelot!

"Loud lips, wrung heart! I say when the bells rang,
The noisy back-toll'd bells of Camelot,
There were two spots on earth, the thrushes sang
In the lonely gardens where my love was not,

"Where I was almost weeping; I dared not
Weep quite in those days, lest one maid should say,
In tittering whispers: 'Where is Launcelot
To wipe with some kerchief those tears away?'

"Another answer sharply with brows knit,
And warning hand up, scarcely lower though:
'You speak too loud, see you, she heareth it,
This tigress fair has claws, as I well know,

"'As Launcelot knows too, the poor knight! well-a-day!
Why met he not with Iseult from the West,
Or better still, Iseult of Brittany?
Perchance indeed quite ladyless were best.'

"Alas, my maids, you loved not overmuch
Queen Guenevere, uncertain as sunshine
In March; forgive me! for my sin being such,
About my whole life, all my deeds did twine,

"Made me quite wicked; as I found out then,
I think; in the lonely palace where each morn
We went, my maids and I, to say prayers when
They sang mass in the chapel on the lawn.

"And every morn I scarce could pray at all,
For Launcelot's red-golden hair would play,
Instead of sunlight, on the painted wall,
Mingled with dreams of what the priest did say;

"Grim curses out of Peter and of Paul;
Judging of strange sins in Leviticus;
Another sort of writing on the wall,
Scored deep across the painted heads of us.

"Christ sitting with the woman at the well,
And Mary Magdalen repenting there,
Her dimmed eyes scorch'd and red at sight of hell
So hardly 'scaped, no gold light on her hair.

"And if the priest said anything that seemed
To touch upon the sin they said we did,
(This in their teeth) they looked as if they deem'd
That I was spying what thoughts might be hid

"Under green-cover'd bosoms, heaving quick
Beneath quick thoughts; while they grew red with shame,
And gazed down at their feet: while I felt sick,
And almost shriek'd if one should call my name.

"The thrushes sang in the lone garden there:
But where you were the birds were scared I trow:
Clanging of arms about pavilions fair,
Mixed with the knights' laughs; there, as I well know,

"Rode Launcelot, the king of all the band,
And scowling Gauwaine, like the night in day,
And handsome Gareth, with his great white hand
Curl'd round the helm-crest, ere he join'd the fray;

"And merry Dinadan with sharp dark face,
All true knights loved to see; and in the fight
Great Tristram, and though helmed you could trace
In all his bearing the frank noble knight;

"And by him Palomydes, helmet off,
He fought, his face brush'd by his hair,
Red heavy swinging hair; he fear'd a scoff
So overmuch, though what true knight would dare

"To mock that face, fretted with useless care,
And bitter useless striving after love?
O Palomydes, with much honour bear
Beast Glatysaunt upon your shield, above

"Your helm that hides the swinging of your hair,
And think of Iseult, as your sword drives through
Much mail and plate: O God, let me be there
A little time, as I was long ago!

"Because stout Gareth lets his spear fall low,
Gauwaine and Launcelot, and Dinadan
Are helm'd and waiting; let the trumpets go!
Bend over, ladies, to see all you can!

"Clench teeth, dames, yea, clasp hands, for Gareth's spear
Throws Kay from out his saddle, like a stone
From a castle-window when the foe draws near:
'Iseult!' Sir Dinadan rolleth overthrown.

"'Iseult!' again: the pieces of each spear
Fly fathoms up, and both the great steeds reel;
'Tristram for Iseult!' 'Iseult!' and 'Guenevere!'
The ladies' names bite verily like steel.

"They bite: bite me, Lord God! I shall go mad,
Or else die kissing him, he is so pale,
He thinks me mad already, O bad! bad!
Let me lie down a little while and wail."

"No longer so, rise up, I pray you, love,
And slay me really, then we shall be heal'd,
Perchance, in the aftertime by God above."
"Banner of Arthur, with black-bended shield

"Sinister-wise across the fair gold ground!
Here let me tell you what a knight you are,
O sword and shield of Arthur! you are found
A crooked sword, I think, that leaves a scar

"On the bearer's arm, so be he thinks it straight,
Twisted Malay's crease beautiful blue-grey,
Poison'd with sweet fruit; as he found too late,
My husband Arthur, on some bitter day!

"O sickle cutting hemlock the day long!
That the husbandman across his shoulder hangs,
And, going homeward about evensong,
Dies the next morning, struck through by the fangs!

"Banner, and sword, and shield, you dare not die,
Lest you meet Arthur in the other world,
And, knowing who you are, he pass you by,
Taking short turns that he may watch you curl'd,

"Body and face and limbs in agony,
Lest he weep presently and go away,
Saying: 'I loved him once,' with a sad sigh,
Now I have slain him, Lord, let me go too, I pray.

[Launcelot falls.]

"Alas! alas! I know not what to do,
If I run fast it is perchance that I
May fall and stun myself, much better so,
Never, never again! not even when I die."

[LAUNCELOT, on awaking.]

"I stretch'd my hands towards her and fell down,
How long I lay in swoon I cannot tell:
My head and hands were bleeding from the stone,
When I rose up, also I heard a bell."

poem by William Morris
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4 Am

Terry turns, he just cannot sleep
From the ceaseless noise out on the street
Its too hot, its too late
Theres nothing he can do but wait
Terry says Im going nowhere fast
Nobody hears, theres no-one there
Julie wakes to find herself alone
Which comes as no suprise, no suprise
No suprise to be on her own
Its four in the morning,
Why dont you call me
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning
Julie wakes to find herself alone
Which comes as no suprise, no suprise
No suprise to be on her own
Its four in the morning,
Why dont you call me
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning
Waiting, Im so tired of waiting
Its four in the morning,
Why dont you call me
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning
I know what youre thinking
Youre alone now
Im sorry I hurt you
I still want you back
Its four in the morning,
Why dont you call me
Im so tired of waiting
I still want you back

song performed by by Madness
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I Saw A New Morning

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I'm locked up I want to be free
Out in the courtyard and over the wall then
My friends are waiting for me
Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside
I hear the sound of the snubnose behind me
I went along for the ride
Wind in my face and my bones they are aching
My soul must weather the storm
I must run till my back it is breaking
Desp'ratly I must keep on
Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside
I hear the sound of the snubnose behind me
I went along for the ride
La...
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I went along for the ride
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I saw a new morning (repeat 3 more times

song performed by by Bee Gees
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Saw A New Morning

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I'm locked up I want to be free
Out in the courtyard and over the wall then
My friends are waiting for me

Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside
I hear the sound of the snubnose behind me
I went along for the ride

Wind in my face and my bones they are aching
My soul must weather the storm
I must run till my back it is breaking
Desp'ratly I must keep on

Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside
I hear the sound of the snubnose behind me
I went along for the ride

La...

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I went along for the ride

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning

I saw a new morning (repeat 3 more times )

song performed by by Bee Gees from Life In A Tin Can
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The Day they Murdered Camelot

.

One afternoon in Dallas, Texas
November, Nineteen sixty three
A brace of shots were fired
That would enter history

With Jacqueline beside him
in the presidential Limousine
John Kennedy was waving
taking in the happy scene.

Coming out of Dealy plaza
They made the turn on Elm
No shots had yet been fired
The day was mild and warm.

From above, Oswald was waiting
In the book deposit loft
His rifle at the ready
His prey scoped and crossed.

“You can't say that they don't love you”
the governor's wife said
From behind a shot was fired
a scoped rifle spitting lead.

J.F.K. then clutched his throat
And John Connelly his side
A second bullet hit a curb
and ricocheted aside.

The third shot was the killing shot
bone and brain cells flying
The Marines had trained the sniper well
and Camelot was dying.

That afternoon in Dallas
As darkness was descending
Did he think about his children
as consciousness was ebbing?

“Make for Parkland Hospital”
The secret service screamed
they'd failed to save the president
But who had done the deed?

Walter Cronkite told the nation
that Camelot was dead.
L.B.J. on Air Force One
became the nation’s head.

Back on the Streets of Dallas
Oswald had killed again.
An officer named Tippit
Lay in the gutter, dead.

Oswald was apprehended
In a movie house nearby
They found his nest and rifle
What they never found was why...

A nation mourned its President
on his final Caisson ride
and watched his little boy salute
standing by his Mother's side.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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And The War Goes On...

Evolution, Revolution,
Atom bomb, Vietnam.
Television, exorcism,
Mao Se Tung, communism.
I'll watch the front,
You watch my back,
Fighting hard while in Iraq.
People dying in this war,
I can't take it anymore.

Robin Hood...He did good,
Drive by's in the neighborhood.
Kids growing up too fast,
Dying from a rocket blast.

JFK...Camelot,
Sniper fire...Deadly shot.
Astronauts on the moon,
Fighting hole...There's little room.

Ham and eggs, soda pop,
Dried out fields, farmers lose a crop.
People running here and there,
Soldiers dying everywhere.

Can you feel our pain?
Its here we must remain!
And the war goes on......

poem by Philip Lore
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What You Waiting For?

What an amazing time.
What a family.
How did the years go by?
Now it's only me
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Like a cat in heat stuck in a moving car
A scary conversation, shut my eyes, can't find the brake
What if they say that your a climber?
Naturally I'm worried if I do it alone
Who really cares cause it's your life?
You never know it could be great
Take a chance cause you might grow
Oh, oh ohhh
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Tick-tock
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Like an echo pedal you're repeating yourself.
You know it all by heart, why are you standing in one place?
Born to blossom, bloom to perish.
Your moment will run out 'cause of your sex chromosome.
I know its so messed how our society all thinks (for sure)
Life is short, your capable (uh-huh)
Oh, oh ohhh
Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
and they're all waiting for your hot track
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for
I can't wait to go back into Japan
Get me lots of brand new fans
Osaka, Tokyo
You Harajuku girls
Damn, you've got some wicked style
Go!
Look at your watch now
You're still a super hot female
You got your million dollar contract
And they're all waiting for your hot track
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
(What you waiting for?)
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Take a chance you stupid hoe
What you waiting for?
What you waiting for?
(What you waiting for?)
Take a chance you stupid hoe
Take a chance you stupid hoe

song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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God Of The Sun

Written by gerry beckley, 1977
Found on harbor and highway.
God of the sun
Dont make me wait till the morning comes
Light in the sky
Look me in the eye, eye, eye, eye
Dont, keep me waiting around
Too much longer now
Dont, dont keep me waiting around, around, around, around
When I called you from my river of darkness
An echo was all that came back
Saw you wave goodbye
Down the railroad track
Sometimes when youre out and all alone
And you cant find your way back
Wonder if youll ever make it home
God of the sun
Ill be around till the days begun
One sight of your ray
Takes the night away, away, away, away
Oh, but when I walk through that door
Take my hat and my coat off waiting for you to call
I tell you not right now, lady, I got work on my mind
And Ill talk to you soon
Always remember
When I called you from my river of darkness
An echo was all that came back
I saw you wave goodbye
Down the railroad track
Sometimes when youre out and all alone
And you cant find your way back
Wonder if well ever make it home
No more

song performed by by America
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Light Of Love

Standing at the terminal, I can almost hear the music
Coming from the cold and chilly early night
When we get to the gate, baby, all of the things that were said
Will they turn you 'round and bring you back
Will they bring you back, will you come back home 'cos you know I'm waiting
Chorus:
The light of love is always on
You know my love's getting stronger and stronger
The light of love is always on, keepin' the night watch
Baby are you lonely, don't talk to strangers
I'm tryin' to tell myself you won't be gone for long
And when we get to the part, baby, where all of the tears start to come
Will you turn around, get on the plane that brings you back
Will you come back home, 'cos you know I'm waiting
chorus
(Solo)
The light of love is always on
chorus repeats 2x
Keepin' the night watch, keepin' the night watch
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song performed by by Rick Springfield
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Turn Me On

Like a flower waiting to bloom
Like a light bulb in a dark room
I am siting here waiting for you to come home and turn me on
Like the desert waiting for rain
Like a school kid waiting for spring
I am siting here waiting for you to come back home and turn me on
My poor heart, its been so dark
Since youve been gone
After all your the one who turned me off
Now your the only one that can turn me back on
Uh
My hi-fis waiting for a new tune
And my glass is waiting for some fresh ice-cubes
Im just siting here waiting for you to come on
Back home and turn me own.

song performed by by Nina Simone
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