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    I relax in warm sunshineWhile visions trickle through my mind Sweet music vibrates past my ears So beautiful I'm brought to tears I think about our chosen ones Who fill the world with bombs and guns They lead us down the path of greed And take away the things we need They tell us we must buy and sell Not to worry, all is well While oceans die and climates warm On the horizon looms a storm Their fruit is in their stocks and bonds Watch them wave their magic wand Wall St. wizards with their bell Turning paradise to hell This trip it has been long and strange Can we find the love to change? There is no longer time to wait Or we'll soon find that it's too late
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    Dancin’ In The StreetsLyrics By: Marvin Gaye, William "Mickey" Stevenson, Ivy Jo Hunter Hey, comin' out around the world be ready for a brand new beat Oh, summer's here and the time is right, oh, for dancing in the street Dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street) In New York City (dancing in the street) All we need is music, sweet music (sweet, sweet music) They'll be music everywhere (everywhere) They'll be laughing, singing, music swinging and dancing in the street It doesn't matter what you wear just as long as you are there They're dancing (dancing in the street) oh oh This is an invitation across the nation the chance for folks to meet There'll be swinging, swaying, music playing and dancing in the street Philadelphia, PA now (dancing in the street) Baltimore and D.C. (dancing in the street) Can't forget them other cities (dancing in the street)
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    when the sun has found its bedtrimmed the wick and laid down its head when all the scheming dreamers are full asleep When all the bears are in their dens I will come to you on the whispering wind Watch for me, and listen When all the heads are turned away Look straight on When the spotlight shines too tight Be diffuse and watch the rest When everybody loses theirs You will learn to keep your head When all the steps lead the same way Were they all right or all wrong, And should I investigate Why is that other boat lying on the shore unused? It looks perfectly shipshape; When the moon has come and danced And then it too slowly follows Venus down Did I come to be somebody Or maybe play God for a day? Did I take a perfectly good cake recipe Throw in a pound of salt, and complain When the cake turned out bad? "Turn around turn around turn around and I will be there" On the whispering wind Coming up behind you out of sight Like a steamroller Love wins the day When all the birds have tucked their heads When all the kiddies are wearing Flannel threads Hop in your rocker with your corncob pipe Watch the fireflies dance like we used to do I will come to you on the Whispering wind
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    I looked out my windowpaneTrying to see through the rain I want to be out where it's clear And walk through rainbows far and near But right now that's not the case Another rainy day I face I guess there's not much I can do But sing a song of love to you And when the clouds begin to part And sunshine fills the weather charts We'll meet up at the rendevouz And dance 'till love comes shining through
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    who is me?when are you? where is he?
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    i'm at nunyuns againten to one on sun day morning on the corner of north and north champlain it's not haiku nor does it rhyme how can it be poetry?
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    Cumberland BluesLyrics By: Robert Hunter I can't stay here much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down I gotta get down Gotta get down to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't stop here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill Will keep him happy all the time Some other fellow's making nothing at all And you can hear him cry Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day If I made any more I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losing Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm going back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm going back again
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    Written after a truly amazing Buffalo show in 1990. What a beautiful night full of cosmic eternal lights flying at me, in me, towards me leading me to the orgasmic pleasure of continous slumber full of magical, mystery dreams filled with thoughts of love, radio waves and peace became a never ending fallacy of harmonious spirits intertangled threw the lights and music One must never forget the dream does not have to end just continue on differant levels of mind perceptions and depth may the music always play.... at least in my head.
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    Up on the mountain I prayed in agony 'Cause down below they want to crucify me What have I done? But try to teach them love Show them the difference 'tween the devil and the dove I healed their families I healed their friends I raised them from the dead and let them live again And still they're mad They've come to take my life My closest friends have all denied me in their sight So here I AM With my crown of thorns And soon the vail that separates us will be torn Forgive them Father They know not what they do They cannot see that you're in me and I'm in you This has to pass It's written in their law That when I came they hated me without a cause Don't be troubled friends My love they can't destroy For I shall come and turn your sorrow into joy A new commandment I give to you That you love one another as I have loved you God bless Dead.net
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    those last 3 were cool
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those last 3 were cool
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Up on the mountain I prayed in agony 'Cause down below they want to crucify me What have I done? But try to teach them love Show them the difference 'tween the devil and the dove I healed their families I healed their friends I raised them from the dead and let them live again And still they're mad They've come to take my life My closest friends have all denied me in their sight So here I AM With my crown of thorns And soon the vail that separates us will be torn Forgive them Father They know not what they do They cannot see that you're in me and I'm in you This has to pass It's written in their law That when I came they hated me without a cause Don't be troubled friends My love they can't destroy For I shall come and turn your sorrow into joy A new commandment I give to you That you love one another as I have loved you God bless Dead.net
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Written after a truly amazing Buffalo show in 1990. What a beautiful night full of cosmic eternal lights flying at me, in me, towards me leading me to the orgasmic pleasure of continous slumber full of magical, mystery dreams filled with thoughts of love, radio waves and peace became a never ending fallacy of harmonious spirits intertangled threw the lights and music One must never forget the dream does not have to end just continue on differant levels of mind perceptions and depth may the music always play.... at least in my head.
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Cumberland BluesLyrics By: Robert Hunter I can't stay here much longer, Melinda The sun is getting high I can't help you with your troubles If you won't help with mine I gotta get down I gotta get down Gotta get down to the mine You keep me up just one more night I can't stop here no more Little Ben clock says quarter to eight You kept me up till four I gotta get down I gotta get down Or I can't work there no more Lotta poor man make a five dollar bill Will keep him happy all the time Some other fellow's making nothing at all And you can hear him cry Can I go, buddy, can I go down Take your shift at the mine Gotta get down to the Cumberland mine That's where I mainly spend my time Make good money, five dollars a day If I made any more I might move away Lotta poor man got the Cumberland Blues He can't win for losing Lotta poor man got to walk the line Just to pay his union dues I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm going back again I don't know now, I just don't know If I'm going back again
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i'm at nunyuns againten to one on sun day morning on the corner of north and north champlain it's not haiku nor does it rhyme how can it be poetry?
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who is me?when are you? where is he?
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I looked out my windowpaneTrying to see through the rain I want to be out where it's clear And walk through rainbows far and near But right now that's not the case Another rainy day I face I guess there's not much I can do But sing a song of love to you And when the clouds begin to part And sunshine fills the weather charts We'll meet up at the rendevouz And dance 'till love comes shining through
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when the sun has found its bedtrimmed the wick and laid down its head when all the scheming dreamers are full asleep When all the bears are in their dens I will come to you on the whispering wind Watch for me, and listen When all the heads are turned away Look straight on When the spotlight shines too tight Be diffuse and watch the rest When everybody loses theirs You will learn to keep your head When all the steps lead the same way Were they all right or all wrong, And should I investigate Why is that other boat lying on the shore unused? It looks perfectly shipshape; When the moon has come and danced And then it too slowly follows Venus down Did I come to be somebody Or maybe play God for a day? Did I take a perfectly good cake recipe Throw in a pound of salt, and complain When the cake turned out bad? "Turn around turn around turn around and I will be there" On the whispering wind Coming up behind you out of sight Like a steamroller Love wins the day When all the birds have tucked their heads When all the kiddies are wearing Flannel threads Hop in your rocker with your corncob pipe Watch the fireflies dance like we used to do I will come to you on the Whispering wind
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Dancin’ In The StreetsLyrics By: Marvin Gaye, William "Mickey" Stevenson, Ivy Jo Hunter Hey, comin' out around the world be ready for a brand new beat Oh, summer's here and the time is right, oh, for dancing in the street Dancing in Chicago (dancing in the street) Down in New Orleans (dancing in the street) In New York City (dancing in the street) All we need is music, sweet music (sweet, sweet music) They'll be music everywhere (everywhere) They'll be laughing, singing, music swinging and dancing in the street It doesn't matter what you wear just as long as you are there They're dancing (dancing in the street) oh oh This is an invitation across the nation the chance for folks to meet There'll be swinging, swaying, music playing and dancing in the street Philadelphia, PA now (dancing in the street) Baltimore and D.C. (dancing in the street) Can't forget them other cities (dancing in the street)
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I relax in warm sunshineWhile visions trickle through my mind Sweet music vibrates past my ears So beautiful I'm brought to tears I think about our chosen ones Who fill the world with bombs and guns They lead us down the path of greed And take away the things we need They tell us we must buy and sell Not to worry, all is well While oceans die and climates warm On the horizon looms a storm Their fruit is in their stocks and bonds Watch them wave their magic wand Wall St. wizards with their bell Turning paradise to hell This trip it has been long and strange Can we find the love to change? There is no longer time to wait Or we'll soon find that it's too late
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right before my eyesran out of time it all came together right before my eyes step out of time the healing is complete right before my eyes jumped out of time sound of sultry jazz on wet city streets where do i put my feet right before my eyes go out of time
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That's a good one Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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in the face of whateverto know you are already there the picture changes the egg breaks and you know you are already free already pure already perfect already a saint already a healer you are all these things and more as idea you have always been and will continue when we all pull together for the highest good which we each get to decide when where and how seeing the picture in front of you now where it belongs you look out from Love don't lose your seat. but relinquish it to the weak and frightened for you are able able to see able to hear able to stand able to know we are all already here already all ready there is nothing that we lack an over abundance of riches is knocking at the door all we have to do is know we are already and open up the door.
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We live in a world full of heartache and sorrowNever quite sure if we'll see tomorrow Born to a world that has fallen in sin The only escape is the Kingdom within Ruled by the rich although most are quite poor And living with poverty, famine, and war Believers in Love will find Paradise waits While those who choose evil are left at the gates So love one another and love yourself too It's never the easiest thing you can do Help is there waiting if only you'll ask Then Love will arise and show you your task And if you have patience and learn to endure You'll find angels waiting to bring you ashore Remember it's better to give than recieve Never give up, always believe
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Now the sound surrounds meEnvelopes me Invites me in Jump up jump in Take a look around What was I thinking It cant be found That's what everyone says Anyway It's just a waste of time Step by step one foot in front Of the other Sat in front of 911 Turned on the ny ac Sat at the bus stop Eyed by the dutiful fruit arranger I remain upright But dozing inside I just need a spot To rest my feet You folks sure do Make it hard To sit down in this town Staring at the Petrossian As the yellow fish careen Around 58th for the rundown I search the sky for First light and find none Skirting the park I sit In the shadow of the empire builder And his beautiful daughter And I look up past the trees with their new leaves And I see Stars in Central Park. But that is another poem This poem is about what happened Right before Everything else went down For the city will Test your mettle But I am not here for that So they quizzically pass me by And the sun comes up. As the sound fades into Birdsong, deafening birdsong In the center of the city With only me and the Lonely joggers to Enjoy it. So I do And lose myself For good. Bye-bye stupid Andy Hello heaven I think I will never ever leave again. So if you ever want me You will know just where to find me In the shadow of the empire builders Where the birds are Singing loudest And the sunshine is Hitting the tops of the Trees.
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wow man , you guy`s leave me speachless ..
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Free Idea, 36 hr in NYC did change you? Reading this stuff makes me want to write poetry (not, I admit, a very good idea). In my life, I've only written poetry when in love, or when supremely unhappy (heartbroken, etc). My life has seemed so far away from either of those emotions for such a long time that it's hard to fathom where this itch is coming from...but keep it up.
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The soles of my feet are itchingThe palms of my hands are twitching It's time to put aside bitching And get this road on to Show. The key slips in and clicks forward urging the Great Red Beast to cough itself awake. Roused from silent slumber on concrete mattress it thirsts to feed on the remains of those long ago fallen but whose energy remains with us to this very day. Drink deeply, fair beast, for we must ride. It's a short but anxious sojourn to the assemblage of like minded souls each wondering where the path may lead when the fresh night unfolds revealing it's inner mysteries to the assemblers and the assembled. There's only one way to find out. Conversation is always more interesting than recitation, so speak your mind and not someone else's.
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oh yes i ami just did a vapor roll and forgot my ergotamine was still in resident dormancy Or dormant residency and now yes i am flying over the frozen tundra the infrared dayglo polarized rainbow fluorescent shoreline flashing over lakes and ponds which tell the sky and back to land flipping and switching snapping by look one way it is a blur change the focus and i see verdant pastures with grinding bovines passing the time close my eyes and its morocco everybody everywhere wears funny hats talks funny words drinks muddy liquids everybody everywhere knows which way the wind blows You can tell by how they slide Nobody's got their eyes on the prize but I do, and it is a card game among friends my dreaming friends always getting distracted and showing me their hands and they wonder why does he always win? oh yes i am head bowed not coming out i walk on by i dont need to use my senses to know all is well here i'll see you back home
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On April 28th, 2009 gratefaldean said:>Free Idea, 36 hr in NYC did change you? Well, when I counted, most of that was on a train back and forth from Vermont. But I went down to give the city a big kiss, and most probably close out a 35 year chapter in my life. I wasn't expecting the city to kiss me back. I know no one there, had no place to go after the show, and my train didn't depart until 11:30 the next morning. So I walked about 110 short blocks, and 5-8 long blocks. From Father Demo Square with the glowing blue fountain, to the deafening birdsong and flowering trees everywhere at dawn in the Park, I would have had a great time without any of it, but it just kept getting better and better. Now that I think of it, it hasn't stopped since I have been back in Vt. It just keeps getting better and better. Thanks. the Dead, and thanks New York City!
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Nice! I had that kind of experience, without the music, in London once. Overnight flight, alone, I arrived very early and well before I could check into my hotel. Dumped my bags and wandered the city for hours, sleep deprived, buzzed as hell. I walked by the Victoria and Albert museum just as it was opening, walked in on a whim. The first exhibit I stepped into was the room housing Raphael's Cartoons. I stood transfixed, awestruck, slack-jawed, dumbfounded for I don't know how long. And then the journey continued. It was otherworldly, all these details in such sharp focus...not normal for me, I assure you, when I haven't slept. Yes, I was changed as well..
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your utilization of the lexiconpropels me to impel you to shovel some word covered ideas into this forum
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Thanks. We'll see how itchy I get...
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I think I lost my mind for the simple thoughts are hard to find complex thoughts are easy to find but those thoughts put me in a bind in my simple little mind full of thoughts i can not find compications,obligations and agravations seem to flood my complex mind I think i lost my mind for the simple thoughts i can not find true love`s a thought that i can find and that`s a thought i do not mind within my complex mind.
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misspelled ," complications "
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Crumble It’s crumbling around me I can feel it I can see it in the welling eyes Of Shawn and Sam and Sandra Of Judy and Jean As I thank them for their 5, 20, 40 years service and say It’s nothing you did, but You know how things are We’re going to have to let you Go I listen as someone else Conjures a tarnished parachute So full of holes that it wouldn’t Cushion the fall of A feather Here’s your lifeline We’re so sorry to have to do this And good luck! I can see it in the eyes of my wife Who, to quote mr prine Wonders how her husband can Go to work each morning Come home in the evening And have nothing to say Who rejoices his Saturday resurrection Then skirts his Sunday borders As he slowly sinks back into this It’s crumbling around me I feel it in my bones Snared in a trap that I’ve so cunningly constructed The mortgage and the medical bills My american life I still have a job I still have insurance My tattered mantra As I wait for the day that Someone says to me Thanks for your 30 years service It’s nothing you did But you know how things are We’re going to have to let you Go
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It is all clear lightAnd we the reflected image Now if we want to discuss this matter Of choosing a color to identify with And comparing it To all the other colors Or relativity as we say Then we know that Any color is a very Limited subset of clear light Color being personality And clear light being Absolute clarity of thought We leave the color for the light Through the stepways of character Infinite in characteristic and expression We will see two clear options Option A is well represented by Seeing each concert as a separate entity And comparing each show to the other In the attempt to arrive at 'the best' Option B is well represented by Observing all concerts as one long experience From which view we see ups and downs But a clear progress towards music Expressing the eternal idea And letting the eternal idea Be expressed No one can put a finger on it But we all know it when we Get it right We are right where we all agree We are not where we don't Could it be any simpler? If there is no intelligence To the universe Our prayers will remain Forever unanswered. Who can point the way To Intelligence itself?
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it's a techno analog digital hybridmatrix audience soundboard dada data planetary local nomadic planted firmware robot pilgrim corporate family market bazaar music noise happy sad lax tense immediately delayed consciousness we are it fear moves in waves across the globe it makes its ground in instants as truth comes out and blows it away always looking for new recruits it deals in the shadows looking for those who didn't choose which side carefully enough to give the sunny side a fair shake before slinking away it's a funny time signature off kilter limpy sort of gait if you look this way you're skipping the spaceship hard off the pavement remember its our kids who have to fly that thing take a little more care with it maybe those scratches are super hard to buff out here in this agro still life bro bra bring me a brew babe twentyfifth century over medicated heavily sedated seamlessly rationalized pick your paranoia skin don't mind the maggots how could this be happening did I just hear him say that instantly connected to nothing look like I'm doing something I forgot what it is I am supposed to be doing Prompt! What color is that Clock? It's time to find your shoes and go home Grateful Dead daydream.
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Ideas stand matter fallsOne might ask as to why? The 'world' the senses report to us is Unreality the entire world the senses create is illusory and DOES NOT EXIST that is why everything we build with it, "matter", falls and is destroyed by "time" the proof that this world our senses reports to us is illusory is that it is all "made" with finite buildings blocks time space matter all concepts that do not exist in reality Reality is made of infinite idea only Concepts are extraneously unnecessary Matter is unheard of in reality so this world we build from our bodies to our houses and cars and skyscraping monuments to unreality that is why it all falls sooner or later all ideas stand For all eternity all matter falls In time which side do you wish to be on the side that stands or the side that falls ideas stand matter falls it has always been so it will always be so it is so now Mind made all as idea So reality stands always Invisible to the senses That is why the senses are such A fucking lie They fail to see or report on Reality And they actually report on something that is nonexistent What a fucking mindfuck the senses are Once we wake up and ignore them Things get really good fast Like instantly fast I say this as someone who has seen the clouds from both sides Now.
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Rare Earth: I Just Want To CelebrateSongwriters: King, H., Shayne, S. I just want to celebrate another day of livin' I just want to celebrate another day of life I put my faith in the people But the people let me down So I turned the other way And I carry on, anyhow That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah Another day of living, I just want to celebrate another day of life Had my hand on the dollar bill And the dollar bill blew away But the sun is shining down on me And it's here to stay That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate, yeah, yeah Another day of living, yeah I just want to celebrate another day of living I just want to celebrate another day of life Don't let it all get you down, Don't let it turn you around and around And around and around Well, I can't be bothered with sorrow And I can't be bothered with hate, no, no I'm using up my time by feeling fine, every day That's why I'm telling you I just want to celebrate Aw, yeah I just want to celebrate yeah yeah Another day of living, yeah yeah I just want to celebrate another day of livin', yeah I just want to celebrate another day of life Don't let it all get you down, no, no Don't let it turn you around and around, And around and around, and around Around round round 'round and around round round round don't go 'round
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Attics of my Life Lyrics By: Robert Hunter In the attics of my life, full of cloudy dreams unreal. Full of tastes no tongue can know, and lights no eyes can see. When there was no ear to hear, you sang to me. I have spent my life seeking all that's still unsung. Bent my ear to hear the tune, and closed my eyes to see. When there was no strings to play, you played to me. In the book of love's own dream, where all the print is blood. Where all the pages are my days, and all the lights grow old. When I had no wings to fly, you flew to me, you flew to me. In the secret space of dreams, where I dreaming lay amazed. When the secrets all are told, and the petals all unfold. When there was no dream of mine, you dreamed of me.
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I can still hear What you have to say Although your voice is Slightly fading While inside I melt away Slipped away on the breeze Heard the rustling leaves call out to me And I melt away Like candle wax In the flame And everything is The way it's always been Music takes you there Like ice in the Springtime sun Why let kids Have all the fun I'm here, then I'm gone I melt away Like a song in the wind I melt away But I know it's gonna be be a good old day When I get up and Melt away.
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5-7-9Words and music by: BHHamilton Angel of Love When I'm lost You turn me 'round You pick me up when I have fallen to the ground You dry my tears When I cry And I see Heaven when you look into my eyes You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love I need my Angel of Love And everyday You're by my side And when my vision dims in you I can confide Through the rapids With you I'm calm You give me strength and hope so I can carry on You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love You're my Angel of Love Come to me Angel of Love
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Flying away nowThe shoreline recedes Did I bite off more than I can chew It's too late now To turn back Or even to look down You're supercharged High over Main Headed straight For the bulls-eye Which looks like a tiny dot But it's growing You chose this path No one set your feet upon it But you, you better own it now Play it like you mean it And when you sing, Sing to the angels in Heaven I used to wander a short distance From my house as a kid And through the field And through the woods I would come upon a tent White canvas staked out With big ropes and wooden stakes I would get down on my hands and knees And pick up the bottom of that tent And crawl inside to see my friends I just knew them as my friends I didn't think anything of their glow Or the white robes they wore They were kind when the world was mean They smiled gently towards me, And continued on in their conversations Ignoring me, and giving me free rein To eat at the buffet table Which lengthwise lay I would feast myself and drink From their goblets and Listen to the words they said At the end of the day I would walk back home Through the woods Through the field Over the stone wall To my house and go inside My mom would say Did you do anything fun today? And I would shrug and say No, mom, and go upstairs To play with my little metal Mechanics garage and little metal cars Which is the best they could do for fun outside of that tent, I guess. Now I walk in the front door of the tent Though sometimes I still sneak under Just to make them all laugh They are all still there talking Jesus Siddharta Elijah Mohammed And all the other saints risen glowing They all get along fine Through all eternity So I can see no reason Why shouldn't we?
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Trippin in my head The dreams are vivid in my head Sometimes I wake full of dread Why are these visions in my head I`ve met Axle, Slash and Ted Even Begley was in my head Along with Joey Romone smokin a fat bone Then I wake all alone where did my mind decide to roam My brain feels like a peice of styrofoam Just empty and all alone
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This is something I wrote in my teens (over 30 years ago) - sort of about my Dad, who used to plow the fields with an old Massey Fergesson tractor. I labeled this "the plowman" It's kind of cliche, but it captures the feelings I had at the time. - sort of about growing old & seasons changing from summer to winter & preparing for death. The Sun Set In Fiery Glow. No Voice Upon the Hearth Was Heard. The Wind Was Still As If though The Silent Echo Was Not Enough, The Plowman's Sturdy Tractor Purred. The Day Was Turning, As Had Done The Sod Beneath The Sharpened Blade. The Moon to Follow Soon The Sun As Night Closed In Upon The Glade. Time,As If In Seconds Told Will Never Forget The Days Gone by. Each Sunday Morning Bell That Tolls Shall Ring For Either You or I. And as The Days Grow Shorter Now, The Plowmen Plod Their Way Back Home. And Winter Winds Behind Them Howl, Still, In The Distance Light Is Shown. The Tools Are Hung, The Tractor Stowed The Sheep And Cattle Already Fed. The Wagon Emptied of Its Load. As the Plowman prepares His Winter Bed. No Voice Upon The Hearth Was Heard. The Wind Was Sharp and Chilling Cold. Of the Sturdy Walls He Was Reassured For As Himself, They Too Were Old.
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this one, i actually put to music - it's memories of growing up on a farm where my brother & i would play in the woods & fields - and huge clouds of blackbirds would fly through - and we'd chase the leaves as they fell from the trees & float pieces of wood in the streams & pretend they were boats with explorers in a strange land Time was slow and flowers grew in sunny fields where blackbirds flew The sun was high, the clouds were soft The stones were piled and covered in moss The trees were tall, their leaves were green and floated in fall like ships in streams and flew like birds on windy days on fire with colors of fading sun rays.
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I Can't Stand the Rain (lyrics) (D. Bryant, A. Peebles, B. Miller) [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me Hey window pane Tell me, do you remember? How sweet it used to be When we were together Everything was so grand Now that we parted There's just one sound That I just can't stand [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me When we were together Everything was so grand Now that we parted There's just one thing That I just can't stand I can't stand the rain (I can't stand the rain, I can't stand the rain) [Chorus 1] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window Cause he ain't here with me When we were together Everything was so grand Yeah… I know you’ve got some sweet memories But there's one sound That I just can't stand [Chorus 2] I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories I can't stand the rain, against my window It just keeps on hunting me [Chorus 3] Hey, hey rain - get off, of my window Cause he ain't here with me And I can't stand the rain, against my window Bringing back, sweet memories
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Everybody has their GodWhether or not they are able to see When the drunk rolls over in the morning And one hand reaches for the paper bag And the other hand is unscrewing the top That's his God that he is turning to When the hard working counter person Runs out back during their break And fumbles in the winter wind To light one up, that is their chosen One Wherever we turn for what we think we need That is what we have made our God over us controlling us When the trumpet sounds We will have to walk that way Following what we have chosen In trying to choose That which remains unseen I will need to know What other gods have I Put before thee? In my time of trouble Where will I turn? If my matter money is in one Outstretched hand, and my spiritual money is in the other, If you reach out to take it, Which hand will I pull back fastest? Which is more precious to me, That which blooms fades and dies Or that which remains as The seed of thought The originator of ideas Be my God Forever in peace
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Don't deny the dying name, gathering its ever developing sense of closure.We can't be what we're not, arriving at a moment of objectivity. Upon the cornerstone, this foundation won't last For what once was evaporates through a protective depth. Reconcile the earth, chant the Lords Prayer as stream of conscience. Fade into clarity, certain beginnings appear in the hour I witness myself dying Anonymous silhouette, transcending intuitive mystery, eclipsed in loss of cover Distance seems silent amongst its delicate charade, alluding unto a presence guide. This will to live, will be a greatest attempt at faith and understanding. Anonymously simplified, tears reckon these memories of being. Sand in the ethereal hourglass is from Galilee, incense cleans the air from the alter Aeolian glide cast above, leave the window open until it rains. Exhausted seraphs hide where no one else knows. Witness this transfigurations beckoning to answer. Revealing where the inevitable can't hide seen through inactivity Hollow lock, empty key, cobweb clues, discovered, forgotten in the same instinct. The distance between thee inevitable infinite, eventual eternity. The once steadfast turns into ash. Museum of ancient secrets, a history in likeness of haunting interactions Timeless wait, tireless watch, drifting, resisting, falling where once they stood. All that dwells in the center of the glint radiance. Beautiful silence skilled with wisdom of ordinary acts of spirit. Simplest surrounding acknowledging transparency, ubiquity cloaked without indication Questioning a contrast of anomaly, voices attempting to answer. Here brightness, bequeaths its generous acceptance. Transpire with dignity, close the door, fade behind open windows. Empty spaces echo throughout the same shadow within after-shadow Neglected sigh, out of mind, unique reminders still too distant, again too far away. Primordial insight leaves our eyes a description of neutralism Complete our gathering, call and response, mercy, acceptance. Witness the wind, illuminative, be gone, remain here no more. Closer to attainment as we close our eyes.
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Love youWant you Need you There I said it It is out in the air Got to have you Can't live without you Don't even want to be around If you're not here It happened quick Now we're in the thick With no one at the helm We're set adrift Love you Want you Need you All the weak things You're not supposed to say Love you Want you need you Got to have you Can't live without you
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It is in the rainAnother metaphor for you and me You'll see You're not going anywhere But I'm already gone Left the building with Elvis Truckin on down to the store Gonna pick up a sheet of paper Then I'm gonna read me some more Alliteration, synopsis, allegory Thematic melodiousness You turned on a dime One too many times And lost yourself in the dust Love took care of me All the way through Can the same be said To be true of your lust. While you were Heaving and swaying To the sounds of the reaper I was reading the paper Wide asleep Now you are in the middle Of your membrane, eggshell All I have to do is whisper All you can do is yell But some one would have to be Listening. It is in the rain Falling outside both our doors One sounds sweet The other sounds like The end of time.
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the phish is back in townaha 311 riding around in his rover Now the dayglo frame shades are rolling around town With the backwards cap Is that still in? And double chained linked leash With the two hounds of hell On the other end What place did you come from, pilgrim that you need these scary beasts? Do you bring your own steel door with you? the phish is back in town It all starts out summer of love And ends up with fights in the park Which happens to be My front yard So here we go the phish is back in town Can the horse be far behind Will I have to lose battalions of friends Again? the phish is back in town But I am not wearing a frown All my old friends will Be back around Church St will look like Shakedown Street again Whatever you want Look for Lucy in the sky She's got diamonds Harry's hanging loose with his shoes On a rock And they carted that poetry reading guy off Yesterday For reading poetry again. the phish is back in town Let's do it a little better This time around You've all got kids and jobs now the phish is back in town
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realy cool i need to show this to my wife..huge phish fan..i consider it a mixed marriage
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the ballad of cc joe born from the loins of lies and deceit who were they? they just met on the street the greed of her, intoxication from him the result, well, a bit more than a whim "a bastard, that is what you are" so they said to me "a trouble maker, you will never go far" so said while slapping my wrist in that nunnery ran away, joined our circus when I was in junior high got on the bus, made my way, I got by heads helping out, taking me under their wing tought me what I needed to know, what songs to sing a year or so passed, got into high school couldn't listen to all them rules quit again, hit the tour school was always such a bore finally got my GED Nuns said "you have to figure out what you will be" my retort: 'can't I just be me?' 'who I am, just little old, cc?' got into 'higher' education for half a term discovered there was more to learn from the road that tought me, the tours that tought me well never did need to listen to no school bell over the years, the time passed, made my life as fate would have it, found my wife she is the source of all joy, playing her fife with the right background music, never any strife we 'walk the earth' together hand in hand listening to tunes in our head; well, you know from which band... trying to do 'good' though maybe not always doing 'well' made our own standards, and we be happy as hell a tear in my eye, as I think on the past wonder how long this life will last? don't matter, I'll see you all in the next world I'll be there, holding hands with my gurl ( -;
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Hell heats up on the weekends Hell heats up on the weekends On Monday morning all the little red devils Slink back to work in their prius' s and suv's Chafing in their business suits Submitting to the dominant paradigm It makes them burn Inside So come the weekend, they turn it all around The bossy's become the bossed The servants play Master And everyone has a real good time Until Monday, Monday morning When all the little red tails Come off, and the goatees Disappear. And America goes back to work again. It's submitting to the dominant paradigm Again my friend Whose got the nads to step outside And take a freath of bresh air Ahhhhhhh Hell heats up on the weekends You got to reserve your table For three, weeks in advance It's full of weekend succubi And the curious fawns What a funny sight to see Hiding in the darkness To escape the bright morning sun Hell heats up on the weekends
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Leaving them all in the dustThere's no one who can keep up Me and my hotrod Racing around the track Taking the turns so tightly Rubbing the curb so lightly Leaving them all in the dust There's noone who can keep up They take a running start and jump But a wind whips up and blows Like a dust devil whipping around Nothing can pass through the ring Of thundering sound The wind shakes the windows The wind shakes the walls But nothing rattles Nothing falls Leaving them all in the dust There's no one who can keep up Taking the turns so tightly Rubbing the curb so lightly Me and my hotrod Racing around the track
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It was an internet romanceYou know what that means No chance She wanted me to Take off my pants And she would send me pictures She was gonna send me pictures Then she told me what She was gonna do to me Right there and then up On the bar stool I got a funny feeling Like I was gonna sneeze It was an online fling That lasted one week long And that's a long long time In cyber romparama land It was all about fingers And tongues and places Places that were gonna Make like funny faces We couldn't get enough Deadlines came and then Deadlines went But we were insatiable It was something to see The maddest of passion All without noise But the lonely twisted Clickety clack Clickety clack It was an internet romance And you know what that means No chance She wanted me to Take off my pants She was gonna send me pictures She was gonna send me pictures Clickety clack Clickety clack Clickety clack Clickety clack
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You'll never write now What you would have written then, And you'll never write again What you would have written now...