"Dearly beloved
We are gathered here today
2 get through this thing called life

Electric word life
It means forever and that's a mighty long time
But I'm here 2 tell u
There's something else
The afterworld

A world of never ending happiness
U can always see the sun, day or night

So when u call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
U know the one - Dr Everything'll Be Alright
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby

'Cuz in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You're on your own

And if de-elevator tries 2 bring u down
Go crazy - punch a higher floor

If u don't like the world you're living in
Take a look around u
At least u got friends

U see I called my old lady
4 a friendly word
She picked up the phone
Dropped it on the floor
(Sex, sex) is all I heard

Are we gonna let de-elevator
Bring us down
Oh, no Let's Go!

Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Let's look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!

We're all excited
But we don't know why
Maybe it's cuz
We're all gonna die

And when we do (When we do)
What's it all 4 (What's it all 4)
U better live now
Before the grim reaper come knocking on your door

Tell me, are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!

Let's go crazy
Let's get nuts
Look 4 the purple banana
'Til they put us in the truck, let's go!

C'mon baby
Let's get nuts
Yeah
Crazy

Let's go crazy

Are we gonna let de-elevator bring us down
Oh, no let's go!
Go crazy

I said let's go crazy (Go crazy)
Let's go, let's go
Go
Let's go

Dr. Everything'll be alright
Will make everything go wrong
Pills and thrills and dafodills will kill
Hang tough children

He's coming
He's coming
Coming

Take me away!
I can't disguise the pounding of my heart
It beats so strong
It's in your eyes what can I say
They turn me on

I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u

Come on and touch the place in me
That's calling out your name
We want each other oh so much
Why must we play this game?

Don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u

I don't care if we spend the night at your mansion
I don't care if we spend the night on the town
All I want is 2 spend the night together
All I want is 2 spend the night in your arms

To be around u is so-oh right
You're sheer perfection (thank u)
Drive me crazy, drive me all night
Just don't break up the connection

I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u

I don't care where we go
I don't care what we do
I don't care pretty baby
Just take me with u

Just take me with u
Oh won't u take me with u
Honey take me with uBaby, baby, baby
What's it gonna be
Baby, baby, baby
Is it him or is it me?
Don't make me waste my time
Don't make me lose my mind baby

Baby, baby, baby
Can't u stay with me tonight
Oh baby, baby, baby
Don't my kisses please u right
U were so hard 2 find
The beautiful ones, they hurt u everytime

Paint a perfect picture
Bring 2 life a vision in one's mind
The beautiful ones
Always smash the picture
Always everytime

If I told u baby
That I was in love with u
Oh baby, baby, baby
If we got married
Would that be cool?

U make me so confused
The beautiful ones
U always seem 2 lose

Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby, baby,
Baby,
What's it gonna be baby?

Do u want him?
Or do u want me?
Cause I want u
Said I want u
Tell me, babe
Do u want me?
I gotta know, I gotta know
Do u want me?
Baby, baby, baby
Listen 2 me
I may not know where I'm going (babe)
I said I may not know what I need
One thing, one thing's 4 certain baby
I know what I want, yeah
and if it please u baby
please u, baby
I'm begging down on my knees
I want u
Yes I do
Baby, baby, baby, baby
I want you

Yes I doWendy?
Yes Lisa
Is the water warm enough?
Yes Lisa
Shall we begin?
Yes Lisa

Where is my love life?
Where can it be?
There must be something wrong with the machinery

Where is my love life?
Tell me, tell me
Where has it gone?
Somebody please please tell me what the hell is wrong

Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
Until I find the righteous 1
Computer blue
knew a girl named Nikki
I guess u could say she was a sex fiend
I met her in a hotel lobby
Masturbating with a magazine
She said how'd u like 2 waste some time
And I could not resist when I saw little Nikki grind

She took me 2 her castle
And I just couldn't believe my eyes
She had so many devices
Everything that money could buy
She said sign your name on the dotted line
The lights went out
And Nikki started 2 grind

Nikki

The castle started spinning
Or maybe it was my brain
I can't tell u what she did 2 me
But my body will never be the same
Her lovin' will kick your behind
Oh, she'll show u no mercy
But she'll sho'nuff sho'nuff show u how 2 grind

Darling Nikki

Woke up the next morning
Nikki wasn't there
I looked all over and all I found
Was a phone unmber on the stairs
It said thank u 4 a funky time
Call me up whenever u want 2 grind

Oh, Nikki, ohhhh

come back Nikki, come back
Your dirty little Prince
wanna grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind grind

{backwards at the end...}
"Hello, how r u? I'm fine
'cause I know that the Lord is coming soon, coming, coming soon"
Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?

Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
You've got the butterflies all tied up
Don't make me chase u
Even doves have pride

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold
Maybe you're just like my mother
She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world that's so cold? (A world that's so cold)
Maybe I'm just 2 demanding (Maybe, maybe I'm like my father)
Maybe I'm just like my father 2 bold (Ya know he's 2 bold)
Maybe you're just like my mother (Maybe you're just like my mother)
She's never satisfied (She's never, never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other (Why do we scream, why)
This is what it sounds like

When doves cry
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)
When doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry)

Don't Cry (Don't Cry)

When doves cry
When doves cry
When doves cry

When Doves cry (Doves cry, doves cry, doves cry
Don't cry
Darling don't cry
Don't cry
Don't cry
Don't don't cryI'm not a woman
I'm not a man
I am something that you'll never understand

I'll never beat u
I'll never lie
And if you're evil I'll forgive u by and by

U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u

I'm not your lover
I'm not your friend
I am something that you'll never comprehend

No need 2 worry
No need 2 cry
I'm your messiah and you're the reason why

'Cuz U - I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
You're just a sinner I am told
Be your fire when you're cold
Make u happy when you're sad
Make u good when u are bad

I'm not a human
I am a dove
I'm your conscious
I am love
All I really need is 2 know that
U believe

Yeah, I would die 4 u, yeah
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u

Yeah, say one more time

U - I would die 4 u
Darling if u want me 2
U - I would die 4 u
2 3 4 U

I would die 4 u
I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
U - I would die 4 u
1,2,3,4
Hey, look me over
Tell me do u like what u see?
Hey, I ain't got no money
But honey I'm rich on personality
Hey, check it all out
Baby I know what it's all about
Before the night is through
U will see my point of view
Even if I have 2 scream and shout

Baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it (We are all a star!)

Hey, take a listen
Tell me do u like what u hear?
If it don't turn u on
Just say the word and I'm gone
But honey I know, ain't nothing
Wrong with your ears
Hey, check it all out
Better look now or it just might be 2 late (just might be 2 late)
My lucks gonna change tonight
There's gotta be a better life
Take a picture sweetie
I ain't got time 2 waste

Oh baby I'm a (star)
Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (We are all a star!)

Everybody say, nothing come 2 easy
But when u got it baby, nothing come 2 hard
You'll see what I'm all about (see what I'm all about)
If I gotta scream and shout (if I gotta scream and shout)
Baby baby (baby) baby (baby) baby (baby)
yeah
yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (star)

Might not know it now
Baby but I r, I'm a (star)
I don't want to stop, 'til I reach the top
Sing it! (star)

Baby baby baby
oh baby I'm a (star)
baby baby baby
somebody
(We are all a star)

(Baby I'm a star)
We are all a star

We are all a star

Doctor!
Baby, baby, baby, baby,
baby, baby, baby, baby
We are all a star

{Backwards talking in the background}
"Like what the fuck do they know
All their taste is in their mouth
Really. What the fuck do they know?
Come on baby. Let's go... crazy"
I never meant 2 cause u any sorrow
I never meant 2 cause u any pain
I only wanted 2 one time see u laughing
I only wanted 2 see u laughing in the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only wanted 2 see u bathing in the purple rain

I never wanted 2 be your weekend lover
I only wanted 2 be some kind of friend
Baby I could never steal u from another
It's such a shame our friendship had 2 end

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

I only wanted 2 see u underneath the purple rain

Honey I know, I know, I know times are changing
It's time we all reach out 4 something new
That means u 2
U say u want a leader
But u can't seem 2 make up your mind
I think u better close it
And let me guide u 2 the purple rain

Purple rain Purple rain
Purple rain Purple rain

If you know what I'm singing about up here
C'mon raise your hand

Purple rain Purple rain

I only want 2 see u, only want 2 see u
In the purple rain"

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"Dragostea Din Tei"
O-Zone
(2004)

----rough English trans---



"Love From The Lime Trees" or "Love of the Linden Tree"

Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha
Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha

Hello, Salute--
It's me...your Duke
And I've made something that's real
To show you how I feel.

Hello, Hello--
It's me...Picasso.
I will paint my words of love
With your name on every wall.

When you leave, my colors fade to gray.
Whoa I whoa I aaa
Whoa I whoa I whoa I aaa
...Every word of love I used to say...
Now I paint it everyday.

I sold my strings, my songs, and dreams,
And I bought some paints to match the colors of my love.
Hello, Hello--
It's me again...Picasso.
I will spray my words of love
With your name on every wall.

When you leave my colors fade to gray.
Whoa I whoa I aaa
Whoa I whoa I whoa I aaa
...Every word of love I used to say...
Now I paint it everyday .

When you leave my colors fade to gray
Hey, little lover stay
Or all my colors fade away
...Every word of love I used to say...
Now I paint it everyday.

Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha
Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha

Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha
Maya-Hi
Maya-Hu
Maya-Ho
Maya-Ha Ha

When you leave my colors fade to gray.
Whoa I whoa I aaa
Whoa I whoa I whoa I aaa
...Every word of love I used to say...
Now I paint it everyday.

When you leave my colors fade to gray.
Hey, little lover stay,
Or all my colors fade away.
...Every word of love I used to say...
Now I paint it everyday.

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"Corn-Planter"
(author and date unknown---from Voices of WAH'KON-TAH*, ed. Robert K. Dodge and Joseph B. McCullough, 1985)

I plant corn four years:
ravens steal it;
rain drowns it;
August burns it;
locusts ravage leaves.

I stand in a circle and throw seed.
Old men laugh because they know the wind
will carry the seed to my neighbor.

I stand in a circle on planted seed.
Moles burrow through the earth
and harvest my crop.

I throw seed to the wind
and wind drops it on the desert.

The eighth year I spend planting corn;
I tend my fields all season.
After September's harvest I take it to the market.
The people of my village are too poor to buy it.

The ninth spring I make chicken-feather headresses,
plastic tom-toms and beaded belts.
I grow rich,
buy an old Ford,
drive to Chicago,
and get drunk
on Welfare checks.


*Wah'Kon-Tah is the "Great Mystery,"the sum total of all things, the conception of an impersonal, spiritual and life-giving power. The Dakotas believe that there are two kinds of songs: songs made by people, and songs that come in visions throught the spirits of Wah'Kon-Tah. It is from the voices of Wah'Kon-Tah that people gain spiritual power and wisdom.
There are many other names among the various Indian peoples--Wa-konda, Wakan-tanka, Nesaru, Manito--that signify the same meaning as Wah'Kon-Tah.

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"Letter to N.Y."
Elizabeth Bishop
(1950?)

{first lines redacted!}

For Louise Crane


Where the road goes round and round the Park
and the meter glares like a moral owl,
and the trees look so queer and green
standing alone in big black caves
and suddenly you're in a different place
where everything seems to happen in waves,

and most of the jokes you just can't catch,
like dirty words rubbed off a slate,
and the songs are loud but somehow dim
and it gets so terribly late,

and coming out of the brownstone house
to the gray sidewalk, the watered street,
one side of the buildings rises with the sun
like a glistening field of wheat.

--Wheat, not oats, dear. I'm afraid
if it's wheat it's none of your sowing,
nevertheless I'd like to know
what you are doing and where you are going.

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"Higher"
Heidi Montag
2007


Here I go now; I’m keeping my eyes open--don't you let me down.
Nothing can stop me now; I know you hear this sound.
Go ahead and let it out; don’t be afraid to fly, fly high, to reaches past the sky

Here we go; let it flow; spread your wings and fly.
You never known till you let it go--going up, up, up, up.

I’m only going higher, higher; I’m gonna take it higher, higher.
No time for looking back; I dream and that’s a fact.
I’m only going higher higher, higher.

I feel the energy.
I’m breaking the boundaries; there’s nothing next to me!

I look up and obviously it’s like I found the lease.
They’re searching for the me; looks like I finally found the key.
Let me open the door for you.

Here we go; let it flow.
Spread your wings and fly (fly).
You never known till you let it go--going up, up, up, up.

I’m only going higher, higher.
I’m gonna take it higher, higher.
No time for looking back, I dream and that’s a fact.
I’m only going higher, higher, higher.

Higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher!

I’m only going higher, higher.
I’m gonna take it higher, higher.
No time for looking back, I dream and that’s a fact.
I’m only going higher, higher, higher.

I’m only going higher, higher.
I’m gonna take it higher, higher.
No time for looking back, I dream and that’s a fact.
I’m only going higher, higher, higher.

Feel the wind on your face; we frolic or race. We can go at your pace, pace.
The Power lifted me. So, I set me free.

Am I dreaming?

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"Dolce Vita"
Ryan Paris
1980

We're walking like in a Dolce Vita
This time we've got it right
We're living like in a Dolce Vita
Mmh gonna dream tonight

We're dancing like in a Dolce Vita
With lights and music on
Our love is made in the Dolce Vita
Nobody else than you

It's our last night
Together with our love again
Another light
Before we're thrown in darkness
Say you'll never leave me now
Say you'll never leave me now

We've made it down in the Dolce Vita
Wipe all your fears away
We live like in the Dolce Vita
A game of yesterday

I'm so alone in the Dolce Vita
Oh baby telephone
This magic's gone in the Dolce Vita
Nobody else than you

It's our last night
Together with our love again
Another light
Before we're thrown in darkness
Say you'll never leave me now
Say you're gonna love me

It's our last night
Together with our love again
Another light
Before we're thrown in darkness
Say you'll never leave me now
Say you're gonna love me now

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"The Highwayman"
Alfred Noyes
(1906)

The wind was a torrent of darkness upon the gusty trees,
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
The road was a ribbon of moonlight looping
the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn door.

He'd a French cocked hat on his forehead, and a bunch of lace at his chin;
He'd a coat of the claret velvet, and breeches of fine doe-skin.
They fitted with never a wrinkle; his boots were up to his thigh!
And he rode with a jeweled twinkle--
His rapier hilt a-twinkle--
His pistol butts a-twinkle, under the jeweled sky.

Over the cobbles he clattered and clashed in the dark inn-yard,
He tapped with his whip on the shutters, but all was locked and barred,
He whistled a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

Dark in the dark old inn-yard a stable-wicket creaked
Where Tim, the ostler listened--his face was white and peaked--
His eyes were hollows of madness, his hair like mouldy hay,
But he loved the landlord's daughter--
The landlord's black-eyed daughter;
Dumb as a dog he listened, and he heard the robber say:

"One kiss, my bonny sweetheart; I'm after a prize tonight,
But I shall be back with the yellow gold before the morning light.
Yet if they press me sharply, and harry me through the day,
Then look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though hell should bar the way."

He stood upright in the stirrups; he scarce could reach her hand,
But she loosened her hair in the casement! His face burnt like a brand
As the sweet black waves of perfume came tumbling o'er his breast,
Then he kissed its waves in the moonlight
(O sweet black waves in the moonlight!),
And he tugged at his reins in the moonlight, and galloped away to the west.

He did not come in the dawning; he did not come at noon.
And out of the tawny sunset, before the rise of the moon,
When the road was a gypsy's ribbon over the purple moor,
The redcoat troops came marching--
Marching--marching--
King George's men came marching, up to the old inn-door.

They said no word to the landlord; they drank his ale instead,
But they gagged his daughter and bound her to the foot of her narrow bed.
Two of them knelt at her casement, with muskets by their side;
There was Death at every window,
And Hell at one dark window,
For Bess could see, through her casement, the road that he would ride.

They had bound her up at attention, with many a sniggering jest!
They had tied a rifle beside her, with the barrel beneath her breast!
"Now keep good watch!" and they kissed her. She heard the dead man say,
"Look for me by moonlight,
Watch for me by moonlight,
I'll come to thee by moonlight, though Hell should bar the way."

She twisted her hands behind her, but all the knots held good!
She writhed her hands till her fingers were wet with sweat or blood!
They stretched and strained in the darkness, and the hours crawled by like years,
Till, on the stroke of midnight,
Cold on the stroke of midnight,
The tip of one finger touched it! The trigger at least was hers!

The tip of one finger touched it, she strove no more for the rest;
Up, she stood up at attention, with the barrel beneath her breast.
She would not risk their hearing, she would not strive again,
For the road lay bare in the moonlight,
Blank and bare in the moonlight,
And the blood in her veins, in the moonlight, throbbed to her love's refrain.

Tlot tlot, tlot tlot! Had they heard it? The horse-hooves, ringing clear;
Tlot tlot, tlot tlot, in the distance! Were they deaf that they did not hear?
Down the ribbon of moonlight, over the brow of the hill,
The highwayman came riding--
Riding--riding--
The redcoats looked to their priming! She stood up straight and still.

Tlot tlot, in the frosty silence! Tlot tlot, in the echoing night!
Nearer he came and nearer! Her face was like a light!
Her eyes grew wide for a moment, she drew one last deep breath,
Then her finger moved in the moonlight--
Her musket shattered the moonlight--
Shattered her breast in the moonlight and warned him--with her death.

He turned, he spurred to the West; he did not know who stood
Bowed, with her head o'er the casement, drenched in her own red blood!
Not till the dawn did he hear it, and his face grew grey to hear
How Bess, the landlord's daughter,
The landlord's black-eyed daughter,
Had watched for her love in the moonlight, and died in the darkness there.

Back, he spurred like a madman, shrieking a curse to the sky,
With the white road smoking behind him and his rapier brandished high!
Blood-red were his spurs in the golden noon, wine-red was his velvet coat
When they shot him down in the highway,
Down like a dog in the highway,
And he lay in his blood in the highway, with the bunch of lace at his throat.

And still on a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas,
When the road is a gypsy's ribbon looping the purple moor,
The highwayman comes riding--
Riding--riding--
The highwayman comes riding, up to the old inn-door.

Over the cobbles he clatters and clangs in the dark inn-yard,
He taps with his whip on the shutters, but all is locked and barred,
He whistles a tune to the window, and who should be waiting there
But the landlord's black-eyed daughter--
Bess, the landlord's daughter--
Plaiting a dark red love-knot into her long black hair.

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THE COMPLAINTS OF KHAKHEPERRE-SONB
British Museum 5645, a Writing Board

(Middle of the Eighth Dynasty, Middle Kingdom—)

(first three stanzas)

Had I unknown phrases,
Sayings that are strange,
Novel, untried words,
Free of repitition;
Not transmitted phrases,
Spoken by the ancestors!
I wring out my body of what it holds,
In releasing all my words;

For what was said is repetition,

When what was said is said.

Ancestor's words are nothing to boast of,

They are found by those who come after.

Not speaks one who spoke,

There speaks one who will speak,

May another find what he will speak!

Not a teller of tales after they happen,

This has been done before;

Nor a teller of what might be said,

This is vain endeavor, it is lies,

And none will recall his name to others.

I say this in accord with what I have seen:

From the first generation to those who come after,

They imitate that which is past.

Would that I knew what others ignore,

Such as has not been repeated,

To say it and have my heart answer me,

To inform it of my distress,

Shift to it the load on my back,

The matters that afflict me,

Relate to it of what I suffer

And sigh "Ah" with relief!...

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If someone asked me today, "Ricky, what are you afraid of?" I would answer "the blood that runs through the streets of countries at war...child slavery, terrorism...the cynicism of some people in positions of power, the misinterpretation of faith." But fear of my truth? Not at all! On the contrary, It fills me with strength and courage.

----Ricky Martin, @ rickymartin.com, hoy

!

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"There's a Small Hotel"

Lorenz Hart

1940

There's a small hotel
With a wishing well
I wish that we were there together
There's a bridal suite
One room bright and neat
Complete for us to share together

Looking through the window
You can see that distant steeple
Not a sign of people -- who wants people?
When the steeple bell says,
"Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel together

And when the steeple bell says,
"Good night, sleep well,"
We'll thank the small hotel together

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'Siul a Rún'


Siúl, siúl, siúl, a rún, Siúl go socair agus siúl go cúin, Siúl go dti an doras agus ailig liom. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

I would I were on yonder hill. T'is there I'd sit and cry my fill, and every tear would turn a mill. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

I'll sell my rack. I'll sell my reel. I'll sell my only spinning wheel. To buy for my love a sword of steel. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

I'll dye my petticoats. I'll dye them red, and around the world, I'll beg my bread. Until my parents shall wish me dead. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

I wish. I wish. I wish in vain. I wish I had my heart again. And vainly think I'd not complain. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

But now my love has gone to France, to try his fortunes to advance. If e'er he come back, t'is but a chance. Is go dteighigh tú a bhoirnín, slán.

---(a young women urges her boyfriend to desert the army...'walk away my love, walk quietly, get up and go away with me...')


'Níl Sé Ina Lá'


Níl sé ina lá, níl a grá. Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go maidin,
Níl sé ina lá is ní bheidh go fóill, solas ard atá sa ghealaigh.

Chuaigh mé isteach i dteach aréir, is d'iarr mé cairde ar mhnaoi an leanna.
is é dúirt sí liom "Ní bhfaighidh tú deor. Buail an bóthar is gabh abhaile."

Chuir mé féin mo lámh i mo phóca, is d'iarr m«briseadh scillinge uirthi.
Is é dúirt sí liom "Suigh síos ag bord, is bí ag ól anseo go maidin."

"éirigh i do shuí, a fhear an tí, cuir ort do bhrístí is do hata.
Go gcoinne tú ceol leis an duine cóir, a bheas ag ól anseo go maidin."

Nach mise feín an fear gan chéill, a d'fhag mo chíos in mo scornaigh?
D'fhág mé léan orm féin, is d'fhág mé séan ar dhaoine eile.

---(the Irish version of the 'Wild Rover' in which a man is tricked into spending all night in a pub while spending the rent money...)

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"Ladies and Gentlemen in Outer Space"
Ron Padgett


Here is my philosophy:
Everything changes (the word "everything"
has just changed as the
word "change" has: it now
means "no change") so
quickly that it literally surpasses my belief,
charges right past it
like some of the giant
ideas in this area.
I had no beginning and I shall have
no end: the beam of light
stretches out before and behind
and I cook the vegetables
for a few minutes only,
the fewer the better. Butter
and serve...

from New & Selected Poems, 1963 — 1992, 1995

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Genesis 19:14-17, 23-26---


So Lot went out and spoke to his sons-in-law, who had married his daughters, and said, "Get up, get out of this place; for the LORD will destroy this city!" But to his sons-in-law he seemed to be joking.

When the morning dawned, the angels urged Lot to hurry, saying, "Arise, take your wife and your two daughters who are here, lest you be consumed in the punishment of the city." And while he lingered, the men took hold of his hand, his wife’s hand, and the hands of his two daughters, the LORD being merciful to him, and they brought him out and set him outside the city. So it came to pass, when they had brought them outside, that he said, "Escape for your life! Do not look behind you nor stay anywhere in the plain. Escape to the mountains, lest you be destroyed."

The sun had risen upon the earth when Lot entered Zoar. Then the LORD rained brimstone and fire on Sodom and Gomorrah, from the LORD out of the heavens. So He overthrew those cities, all the plain, all the inhabitants of the cities, and what grew on the ground.

But his wife looked back behind him, and she became a pillar of salt.

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Burning Our Ouija Board
Jennifer - Oakwood, Illinois - Summer 1984
I wanted to share with you an occurrence that convinced me that there is more to this world than what we can see. I was merely seven years old growing up in a typical turn of the century home in the Midwest. I can recall many happenings that made me fearful. Being a small child, that is typical. It was not until I began having very odd occurrences like someone rubbing my back when I was lying in bed half asleep, turning and expecting mom, only to find no one was there! Oftentimes when I would be lying in bed there were odd noises in the kitchen when no one was up. Scary as some of those encounters were, nothing could have prepared me for what happened one summer evening.

It was a beautiful sunny evening. At that time, only one of my brothers stilled lived at home, and he was gone for the day. My parents were in the garage playing ping-pong with friends and visiting. I had been outside playing and went in to retrieve any young girls favorite -- Barbies! I had brought a few out with me and went back in a few moments later to get some wardrobe changes. I walked into my room like I had just prior, and as I flipped the light on I was astounded! My room was ransacked! Certainly my room was not perfectly clean, but things were in disarray. I mean totally turned over. A desk was flipped and the typewriter which did not work (did not have type writer ribbon) had been strategically placed in the entrance way -- oddly enough it had a typed paper sticking up from it. In shock and looking at my room, I bent to get read the paper. It read "I hate my brother, Timmy," which was my brother who I greatly missed and had recently moved out. I stood there only a moment and was overcome by a very odd feeling. I ran out to get mom. She was visiting a friend and was having no part of my frantic behavior. Finally after insisting, she did come into the house with me only minutes later. As we arrived at my room I came around the hall corner and saw the light was off -- knowing I had not turned it off -- then to my utter disbelief, the room was not in the condition I found it moments before. Things were "back to normal."

I was crying and shocked and expressed to mom what happened. She honestly did not know what to think and chalked it up to my imagination. I was terrified for months and it seems the activity was more aggressive at night at that point. I recall having very spooky, vivid dreams of a man attacking me in my room and standing there over me. I awoke night after night in screams with either mom running to me or vice versa. Little to my knowledge, being young, mom was trying to protect me. She withheld a lot of odd activity that had been taking place. She had been hearing voices calling her at night and she too was feeling threatened by the activity occurring. She kept her fears to herself.

Well, by chance one day her evangelist sister had dropped by town unexpectedly. She stopped by our home to find the house open but empty. She came in and was immediately overcome by an evil feeling. She felt very ill and left quickly before we arrived. Later she came and expressed to mom how she felt. She returned one day and felt compelled to enter my bedroom. There was a game closet in my room which held many games and among them was a Ouija board. As soon as my aunt saw this she knew that was the source of her anxiety. (I will add that, I personally being only seven had played with this game a few times as it was in my room, unaware that it was a tool to contact the other side.)

My aunt began praying and took the board outdoors. We had a burn barrel and she and mom started a fire. They placed the board in once the fire was burning well. The board would not burn, nor would it even char. The fire went out, again and again! About that time, I returned home from school and there they were around the fire… they did not explain to me why they were burning stuff when I questioned them. I knew it was odd that my aunt would be concerned that the fire would not burn. I was sent in the house. Later, I mean hours later, they were still at it. Finally, my uncle, a preacher, arrived. By that time my dad had come home for the day, too. He was about to put diesel fuel on it to try to burn it but, my uncle approached. He stood there, praying as did mom and my aunt. Next thing you know, the board more or less burst into a fire ball and was disintegrated before their eyes! Once I was older and made aware of what had actually taken place, I knew that the source of the disturbances began when I had gotten out the Ouija board! Come to find out -- this Ouija board mom and dad had purchased 20 years before and had been told some devastating news which some had come true, others had nearly (loss of a cousin), but many prayers went up. Mom vowed never to "play" again after what they encountered. Apparently, leaving it in the closet was not the best idea. The good news is God is bigger than the boogie man. Please be leery -- Ouija boards can lead to many hazards! Since then, I have had many odd occurrences and am well aware that there is another realm that we cannot see; both good and evil.


----above from www.ghostvillage.com/encounters

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'July'
Ted Berrigan

Lady, she has been my friend for some years sketches, I haven’t explained Actually of horror subject to neither of our laws intimate incantations under the sheets tried nothing a quivery sort of fellow hurts my forehead this shower No thought for your life and casual abductors in books I cant stand if it die. The life range examination as I am a cowboy it is unless it isnt and you imaginary scenes soot years of writing this most of it movies I cant stand a particular buttressing of the body. Olive green color. Let’s take a sentimental journey. Dont forget to bleed. I have. Many days writing the same work into itself the appearance of a role but How dark for some forty years Irish brogue rolls toward sister mother shunted aside that’s the penalty of time or of space Certainly not a place. So we come together in this bed. Later glee (lie) now pills (no lie) The End. Bugles call no snow to the powderhouse the library abductors, woe unto you also ye lawyers! No. Not reminded, I go (revealed) (No Smoking In This Room)

from Angel Hair 4, Winter 1967–68

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'The Coliseum'
Edgar Allen Poe
1833

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time
By buried centuries of pomp and power!
At length- at length- after so many days
Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst,
(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie,)
I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!

Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!
I feel ye now- I feel ye in your strength-
O spells more sure than e'er Judaean king
Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane!
O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee
Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!

Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!
Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,
A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!
Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair
Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle!
Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled,
Glides, spectre-like, unto his marble home,
Lit by the wan light of the horned moon,
The swift and silent lizard of the stones!

But stay! these walls- these ivy-clad arcades-
These moldering plinths- these sad and blackened shafts-
These vague entablatures- this crumbling frieze-
These shattered cornices- this wreck- this ruin-
These stones- alas! these grey stones- are they all-
All of the famed, and the colossal left
By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me?

"Not all"- the Echoes answer me- "not all!
Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever
From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise,
As melody from Memnon to the Sun.
We rule the hearts of mightiest men- we rule
With a despotic sway all giant minds.
We are not impotent- we pallid stones.
Not all our power is gone- not all our fame-
Not all the magic of our high renown-
Not all the wonder that encircles us-
Not all the mysteries that in us lie-
Not all the memories that hang upon
And cling around about us as a garment,
Clothing us in a robe of more than glory."

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excerpt from Robert Graves' Good-Bye to All That (1929)—

Bavarian food had a richness and spiciness that we always missed on our return to England. We loved the rye bread, the dark pine honey, the huge ice-cream puddings made with fresh raspberry juice and the help of snow stored during the winter in an ice-house, my grandfather's venison, the honey cakes, the pastries, and particularly the sauces rich with different kinds of mushrooms. Also the pretzels, the carrots cooked in sugar, and summer pudding of cranberries and blueberries. In the orchard, close to the house, we could eat as many apples, pears, and greengages as we liked. There were also rows of black-currant and gooseberry bushes in the garden. The estate, despite the recency of my grandfather's tenure, his liberalism, and his experiments in modern agricultural methods, remained feudalistic. The poor, sweaty, savage-looking farm servants, who talked a dialect we could not understand, frightened us. They ranked lower even than the servants at home; and as for the colony of Italians, settled about half a mile from the house, whom my grandfather had imported as cheap labour for his brick factory—we associated them in our minds with 'the gipsies of the wood' of the song. My grandfather took us over the factory one day and made me taste a lump of Italian polenta. My mother told us afterwards—when milk pudding at Wimbledon came to table burned, and we complained—'Those poor Italians in your grandfather's brick yard used to burn their polenta on purpose, sometimes, just for a change of flavour.'

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'O Fortuna'

John Ashbery

2005

Good luck! Best wishes! The best of luck!

The very best! Godspeed! God bless you!

Peace be with you!

May your shadow never be less!

We can see through to the other side,

you see. It's your problem, we know,

but I can't help feeling a little envious.

What if darkness became unhinged right now?

Bloomingly, swimmingly, one remounts the current.

Here is where the shade was, the suggestion of flowers,

and peace, in another place.

Our competition is like tools of a certain order.

No one would have found them useful at first.

It wasn't until a real emergency arose that someone

had the sense to recognize it for what it was.

All hell didn't break loose, it was like a rising psalm

materializing like snow on an unseen mountain.

All that was underfoot was good, but lost.

You stalked my whole life on the boardwalk.

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"Directive"----fragment
Robert Frost
1942

Back out of all this now too much for us,
Back in a time made simple by the loss
Of detail, burned, dissolved, and broken off
Like graveyard marble sculpture in the weather,
There is a house that is no more a house
Upon a farm that is no more a farm
And in a town that is no more a town.
The road there, if you'll let a guide direct you
Who only has at heart your getting lost,
May seem as if it should have been a quarry—
Great monolithic knees the former town
Long since gave up pretense of keeping covered.
And there's a story in a book about it:
Besides the wear of iron wagon wheels
The ledges show lines ruled southeast-northwest,
The chisel work of an enormous Glacier
That braced his feet against the Arctic Pole.
You must not mind a certain coolness from him
Still said to haunt this side of Panther Mountain.
Nor need you mind the serial ordeal
Of being watched from forty cellar holes
As if by eye pairs out of forty firkins.
As for the woods' excitement over you
That sends light rustle rushes to their leaves,
Charge that to upstart inexperience.
Where were they all not twenty years ago?
They think too much of having shaded out
A few old pecker-fretted apple trees.
Make yourself up a cheering song of how
Someone's road home from work this once was,
Who may be just ahead of you on foot
Or creaking with a buggy load of grain.
The height of the adventure is the height
Of country where two village cultures faded
Into each other. Both of them are lost.