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I am classified as an idol in Hong Kong and in Asia.

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Countess From Hong Kong

Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
It ends up the same
Walkin the streets out in singapore
It was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from hong kong
She did everything right
Countess from hong kong
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong she moves so lightly
Shes like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from india
They fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
She cut among the trees
Countess from hong kong believe me baby
Now youre, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from hong kong
Countess from hong kong

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Countess From Hong Kong (demo)

Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
like the summer rain
Everytime I see and I think about her
it ends up the same
Walkin' the streets out in Singapore
it was a funny sight
But let me say the countess from Hong Kong
she did everything right
Countess from Hong Kong
oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong she moves so lightly
she's like the summer breeze
And all of the princes they came from India
they fell down on their knees
Silks and satins, what a purple suede
she cut among the trees
Countess from Hong Kong believe me baby
now you're, ooohhh, like a summer breeze
Oh, countess from Hong Kong
Countess from Hong Kong

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Wake! Asia! Wake! (Part One)

Part One

It is night yet in the West
and the planes land between listlessly burning tarmac lamps
stealthy fingers scurrying through diadems of neons halogens and amber
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

The cowherds' bare blistered feet already trample yesterday's dust into mud
and cartwheels strain in crusted fissures where rains only once or twice fell
while dreams fester in cosy centrally-heated silken beds in luxury flats
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Tomorrow is yesteryear's planned strikes
buses trains taxis office machines lie soundlessly asleep
and will not wake until the battle over psychic comfort comes to an end
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

For You there is no respite no pause
no tea-breaks with cheese biscuits or croissants
there's only the last container to crane over the dock in unpaid overtime
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Your eyes will hurt in the twilight's hazy glimmer
no time to brush your teeth nor shave in hot and cold running water
nor the right to flush a toilet nor heedlessly course through in cosy tubes to work
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

The sirens rave through boulevards in broad night-light
rushing hypertensic cardiac cases from their delight-full beds
cholestrol and diabetic cane sugar within reach of every child in supermarkets
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Let those who succeeded their former masters
sip their sweet sweatless porto before the hors-d'oeuvres
and flap their tabliers hiding their secret shame under cabalistic arms
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Wake! there's little time left for your own bickering differences to fester
the dawn signals the tasks that lie ahead unfinished
and the carrion hunters trained in their old master's image club together
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Wake! and see the extent to which you're still enslaved
enslaved by your own kind who hanker after conditioning platitudes
the clubby comfort of secretly oath-taking power cliques
Wake! O! Asia! Wake!

Remember! Remember Haidar Ali his son Tipu and Akbar
remember Sivaji and Chandra Bose and Kattapomman and Asoka
remember O! remember the one and only Mahatma

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King Kong Song

Well I was looking at a movie on the tv last night
Then I had a very funny notion, yeah
I really had to write a song about it
Then Im gonna sing it in my rockn roll band
And I bet that people gonna like it, yeah
I know that everybodys gonna shout it
About a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
Now we can make the jungle out of any old place
We can make gorillas out of people, yeah
Well who can tell a monkey from a monkey?
So people get together, gonna have a good time
Everybody listen to the music, yeah
the song were gonna sing is kinda funky
So let your arms hang down
And waddle all around
Like a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
About a dreadful mighty killer
A big black wild gorilla
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song
We do the king kong song, wont you sing along
Listen to the music and it couldnt go wrong
We do the kong kong song, gotta sing along
Cant you hear the beating of the monkey tom-tom
Listen to the rhythm of the king kong song

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King Rocker

Jailhouse rocker roots training down
In memphis
Liverpool johnny rocks out round pauls place
Seconds away as the rhythm comes down
King faces king in the ring for the crown
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
Elvis from the body shakes from the hipbone
Quarry st. kids in leather take hamburg
Creole was sharp but his guitar was acoustic
Go johnny go use your electric
-crazy man crazy
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King rocker king rocker - rock rock rock
King kong
Round three - ali buzzin like a bee,
Elvis in the corner and you wont catch me
Round four - johnny lookin poor,
Gotta find a hit gotta even up the score
Round five - some jive, elvis took a dive
Waitin for the towel more dead than alive
Round six, seven, eight, nine, -
Ref stops the fight with the men on forty two
For a rematch in heaven
If they ever come through
[gotta] see this fight right thru til the last round
Follow the man
Whose puttin out the boss sound
Of king rocker king rocker -rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King kong
King kong
King rocker king rocker -rock rock rock
King kong
King kong
King kong
King kong

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King Kong

Im king kong and Im ten feet long,
Got a big six gun and everybody is scared.
Im king kong, got a hydrogen bomb,
I can blow up your houses so you better beware.
Everybody wants power,
Everybody wants fame.
Everybody wants money.
La-la-la-la-la, king kong.
La-la-la-la-la,
Little mans weak and big mans strong,
Everyone wants to be king kong, oh yeah.
Im king kong, I got so much money,
I can buy anybody who gets in my path.
Im king kong, and Im big and strong,
I can blow up your houses so you better beware.
Everybody wants power,
Everybody wants fame.
Everybody wants money.
La-la-la-la-la, king kong.
La-la-la-la-la,
Little mans weak and big mans strong,
Everyone wants to be king kong, oh yeah.
Im king kong and Im ten feet long,
Got a big six gun and everybody is scared.
Im king kong, got a hydrogen bomb,
I can blow up your houses so you better beware.
Everybody wants power,
Everybody wants fame.
Everybody wants money.
La-la-la-la-la, king kong.
La-la-la-la-la,
Little mans weak and big mans strong,
Everyone wants to be king kong, oh yeah.

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Ipagpatawad Mo

Ipagpatawad mo aking kapangahasan
Ang damdamin ko sana'y maintindihan
Alam kong kailan lang tayo nagkatagpo
Ngunit parang sayo ayaw ng lumayo
Ipagpatawad mo ako ay naguguluhan
Di ka masisi na ako ay pagtakhan
Di na dapat ako pagtiwalaan
Alam kong kailan lang tayo nagkatagpo
Ngunit parang sayo ayaw ng lumayo
Ipagpatawad mo minahal kita agad

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Minahal kita agad
-matagal ko ng gustong sabihin sayo to
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Minahal kita agad
-kahit na ngayon lamang tayo nagkatagpo
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Minahal kita agad
-lagi kong pinapangarap na ikaw ay sumakay
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa
Minahal kita agad
-sa aking pedikab akoy maghihintay

RAP
Ng ikaw
Unang beses kong masilayan
Diko malaman bakit nagkaganito
Inutusan lang naman ako ng aking inay na pumunta ng palenket bumili ng pito pito
Sinigang sa miso
Ang ulam namin sa umaga tanghali hapunan abutin man ng gabi
Pabalik-balik mang lumakad sa harapan ng inyong tindahan kahit wala akong pera na pangbili
Nilakasan ang loob at nilapitan kita
Baka sakali na pwede kitang maimbita
Kahit di gaanong maayos ang aking suot
Ang polo ko na kulubot
Pagkatapos akoy nagsalita
Mawalang galang na miss
Teka wag kang mabilis
Lumakad so pwede ba kitang maihatid
Gamit aking pedikab
Na aking pinakintab
Wag ka ng magbayad sana sa akin ay bumilib
Ako ng magdadala ng payong at ng bag mo
Paligi kong pupunasan ang mga libag mo
Kahit di ako ang pinapangarap hinahanap pag kaharap ay palaging binibihag mo
Ang katulad kong maralitang umiibig at pilit na inaabot ang mga bituin
Gano mang kadaming salitang aking ipunin balutin ilihim sabihin ang tangi kong hiling
Makinig ka sana sakin...
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The Third Monarchy, being the Grecian, beginning under Alexander the Great in the 112. Olympiad.

Great Alexander was wise Philips son,
He to Amyntas, Kings of Macedon;
The cruel proud Olympias was his Mother,
She to Epirus warlike King was daughter.
This Prince (his father by Pausanias slain)
The twenty first of's age began to reign.
Great were the Gifts of nature which he had,
His education much to those did adde:
By art and nature both he was made fit,
To 'complish that which long before was writ.
The very day of his Nativity
To ground was burnt Dianaes Temple high:
An Omen to their near approaching woe,
Whose glory to the earth this king did throw.
His Rule to Greece he scorn'd should be confin'd,
The Universe scarce bound his proud vast mind.
This is the He-Goat which from Grecia came,
That ran in Choler on the Persian Ram,
That brake his horns, that threw him on the ground
To save him from his might no man was found:
Philip on this great Conquest had an eye,
But death did terminate those thoughts so high.
The Greeks had chose him Captain General,
Which honour to his Son did now befall.
(For as Worlds Monarch now we speak not on,
But as the King of little Macedon)
Restless both day and night his heart then was,
His high resolves which way to bring to pass;
Yet for a while in Greece is forc'd to stay,
Which makes each moment seem more then a day.
Thebes and stiff Athens both 'gainst him rebel,
Their mutinies by valour doth he quell.
This done against both right and natures Laws,
His kinsmen put to death, who gave no cause;
That no rebellion in in his absence be,
Nor making Title unto Sovereignty.
And all whom he suspects or fears will climbe,
Now taste of death least they deserv'd in time,
Nor wonder is t if he in blood begin,
For Cruelty was his parental sin,
Thus eased now of troubles and of fears,
Next spring his course to Asia he steers;
Leavs Sage Antipater, at home to sway,
And through the Hellispont his Ships made way.
Coming to Land, his dart on shore he throws,
Then with alacrity he after goes;
And with a bount'ous heart and courage brave,
His little wealth among his Souldiers gave.
And being ask'd what for himself was left,
Reply'd, enough, sith only hope he kept.

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Sa Ugoy Ng Duyan

(l. san pedro/l. celerio)
Sanay di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw
Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay
Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal
Awit ng pag-ibig habang akoy nasa duyan
Sanay di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw
Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay
Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal
Awit ng pag-ibig habang akoy nasa duyan
Refrain:
Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing
Ang bantay koy tala, ang tanod koy bituin
Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay
Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan
Sanay di nagmaliw ang dati kong araw
Nang munti pang bata sa piling ni nanay
Nais kong maulit ang awit ni inang mahal
Awit ng pag-ibig habang akoy nasa duyan
Sa aking pagtulog na labis ang himbing
Ang bantay koy tala, ang tanod koy bituin
Sa piling ni nanay, langit ay buhay
Puso kong may dusa sabik sa ugoy ng duyan
Nais kong matulog sa dating duyan ko, inay
Oh! inay

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Hinahanap Ng Puso

Pasensya na aking mahal
Di naman ako magtatagal
Nais ko lang marinig mo ang bawat nilalaman
Ng puso kong ito inaalay ko sayo
Dinggin mo sana mga sinasabi ng awitin ko
Pilitin mang ibalin at sa iba'y isalin
Ay di malimot ang halimuyak na hatid ng hangin
Ng una kang makita hindi makapaniwala
Parang panaginip at langit aking nadarama

Nais kong malaman mong ikaw ang aking iniibig
Sana ay dinggin mo ang tibok nitong dibdib
Nais kong malaman mong ikaw ang nasa panaginip
At magkalapit agwat ng ating daigdig

Hinahanap ng puso ang pag-ibig mo (makinig ka sana sakin)
Hindi ito malilimutan ng pagmamahal at ligaya na dala mo (laman ng aking damdamin)
Kung saka sakli na kaya mo pang ibalik (sige na wag kang magalinlangan)
Ang dating pagtingin sa puso kong nananabik pa sa iyo

Ngunit ngayon alam ko na
Sadyang magkaiba
Ano nga naman ang hindi mo pwedeng makita sa kanya
Merong magarang kotse
Wallet na doble doble
Di tulad ko na di man lang makapanood ng sine
Sana'y malaman mo na mawala man ako
Ay may pag-ibig na laging gumagabay sayo
Di ka pababayan, laging aalagaan
Hanggang sa dulo ay tunay ang aking naramdaman

Nais kong malaman mong ikaw ang aking iniibig
Sana ay dinggin mo ang tibok nitong dibdib
Nais kong malaman mong ikaw ang nasa panaginip
At magkalapit agwat ng ating daigdig

Hinahanap ng puso ang pag-ibig mo (makinig ka sana sakin)
Hindi ito malilimutan ng pagmamahal at ligaya na dala mo (laman ng aking damdamin)
Kung saka sakli na kaya mo pang ibalik (sige na wag kang magalinlangan)
Ang dating pagtingin sa puso kong nananabik pa sa iyo

Hinahanap ng puso ang pag-ibig mo (makinig ka sana sakin)
Hindi ito malilimutan ng pagmamahal at ligaya na dala mo (laman ng aking damdamin)
Kung saka sakli na kaya mo pang ibalik (sige na wag kang magalinlangan)
Ang dating pagtingin sa puso kong nananabik pa sa iyo

Hinahanap ng puso ang pag-ibig mo (makinig ka sana sakin)
Hindi ito malilimutan ng pagmamahal at ligaya na dala mo (laman ng aking damdamin)
Kung saka sakli na kaya mo pang ibalik (sige na wag kang magalinlangan)
Ang dating pagtingin sa puso kong nananabik pa sa iyo

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Elmer

Ito ay bayan ni juan
Hindi bayan ni run
Dumating pa sa puntong
Ang braso ay may bayanihan
Bago magkalimutan
Wag magsapilitan
Walang papalitan
Hindi 'to katatawanan

(chorus)

Wag kang maniniwala sa paligid mo
(Hindi lahat ay totoo)
Mga naririnig at nakikita mo
(Isa-isang isipin 'to)
Piliin mo ang iniidolo
(Mga ginagawa't binibigkas)
Dahil pag-usad ay hindi ganun kadulas
Kung ika'y makata sa pinas

Kamusta ka na idol
Ako nga pala si Elmer
Ikaw ang aking idol
Ang idol ko na rapper

Mula nang marinig ko
Ang kanta mong simpleng tao
Ako ay nabaliw nung
Nilabas mo pa yung lando
May bago ka bang album
Penge naman ng kopya
Meron ako nung luma
Ang kaso nga lang pirata
Sumusulat din ako
Marunong din akong mag rap
Gusto mo ipadinig ko sa'yo
Wag kang kukurap
Di lang ikaw ang idol ko
Pati rin yung stickfiggas
Bihira lang kasi
Sa pilipinas ang matikas
Mabilis kang magsalita
Pero gangsta ka ba
Meron ka na bang baril
Nakulong ka na ba
Ako rin hindi pa
Pero bukas baka sakali
May gang doon sa amin
Susubukan kong sumali

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I'll Be Your Idol Tonight

Rewrite/parody of Whitney Houston's I'm Your Baby Tonight

Inspired By American Idol

From the moment you heard me you all went outta your minds
Thought that you never believed in love at first hearing
But I got a magic that you just can't explain
Well I got a, I got a way that I make you feel
I can do, I can do anything for you baby

I'll go down for you baby
Lay all my best out for you to see and hear tonight
Just vote for me baby
I'll even throw in a little extra cash money
It's your move, so baby decide

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight

From the second you heard me
You were ready to die
You've never been fatal, I'm your first time

I'm your angel, ready to fly
Well I got, I got a way that I make you feel
Feel I can, sing anything for you baby
I will fly
I will die for you baby
Hold on and enjoy the ride
I'm not in no hurry
Gonna fly for you all night baby
It's your move
It's your vote, now baby, let's fly

Whatever you want from me
I'm givin' you everythang
I'm your idol tonight
I'll be your estasy
I'll be your every fantasy
I'll be your idol tonight

Whatever I sing honey
It's all for you baby
And ain't the truth sugar
You're falling helplessly in love with me
Gonna vote for me everytime baby

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Book IV - Part 03 - The Senses And Mental Pictures

Bodies that strike the eyes, awaking sight.
From certain things flow odours evermore,
As cold from rivers, heat from sun, and spray
From waves of ocean, eater-out of walls
Around the coasts. Nor ever cease to flit
The varied voices, sounds athrough the air.
Then too there comes into the mouth at times
The wet of a salt taste, when by the sea
We roam about; and so, whene'er we watch
The wormword being mixed, its bitter stings.
To such degree from all things is each thing
Borne streamingly along, and sent about
To every region round; and Nature grants
Nor rest nor respite of the onward flow,
Since 'tis incessantly we feeling have,
And all the time are suffered to descry
And smell all things at hand, and hear them sound.
Besides, since shape examined by our hands
Within the dark is known to be the same
As that by eyes perceived within the light
And lustrous day, both touch and sight must be
By one like cause aroused. So, if we test
A square and get its stimulus on us
Within the dark, within the light what square
Can fall upon our sight, except a square
That images the things? Wherefore it seems
The source of seeing is in images,
Nor without these can anything be viewed.

Now these same films I name are borne about
And tossed and scattered into regions all.
But since we do perceive alone through eyes,
It follows hence that whitherso we turn
Our sight, all things do strike against it there
With form and hue. And just how far from us
Each thing may be away, the image yields
To us the power to see and chance to tell:
For when 'tis sent, at once it shoves ahead
And drives along the air that's in the space
Betwixt it and our eyes. And thus this air
All glides athrough our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
Passes across. Therefore it comes we see
How far from us each thing may be away,
And the more air there be that's driven before,
And too the longer be the brushing breeze
Against our eyes, the farther off removed
Each thing is seen to be: forsooth, this work
With mightily swift order all goes on,
So that upon one instant we may see

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Hong Kong Blues

Its the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong
And now hes poppin the piano just to raise the
Price
Of a ticket to the land of the free
Well, he says his homes in frisco where they
Send the rice
But its really in tennessee
Thats why he says
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
I need someone to lend me a fifty-dollar bill
And then
Ill leave hong kong far behind me
For happiness once again
Wont somebody believe
Ive a yen to see that bay again
Everytime I try to leave
Sweet opium wont let me fly away
I need someone to love me
Need somebody to carry me home to san
Francisco
And bury my body there
Thats the story of a very unfortunate coloured man
Who got arrested down in old hong kong
He got twenty years privilege taken away from him
When he kicked old buddhas gong

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Autumn-8 Paces

Autumn-8 Paces
Original free verse - autumn-8 paces

(First)
Twenty years lived near San Francisco
The new wind and dream two other fried
Retirement wondering to enter a poem land
Poems of potatoes poetry hate not yet learned
Use my pan I tried to write a good poem
Yao Wang darkness eyes open days
Montreal little gold powder
Chapter pondering poetry alone sobbing

(Second)
Government-City sunset ramps
Look vaguely Chinese Dipper Stars
Sudden sense of the Friends of left
August-crossing virtual life
Watching sons success more thoughts
Piedmont night no one will
Who do the dark on the east
I haven’t seen my home in the bauhinia flower

(Third)
Millions Hong Kong and China compete honor
I drive on the Bay Area
Hoping to pray for sons’ success
Early autumn Building Members present-Chelsea
Inability to help with fame and right is thin
The aspiration of breaching their predecessors -
Members of youth are high
Singly ride in S.F.my horse manure

(Fourth)
Beijing welcomed Olympia more gold medals
100 years joyous event unknowingly sad
The President's busy repair laws
Building the economic downturn
Chuang-century and the new trend
To west and east research U.S. economy
Weak horses wait in the Autumn moon cold
I feel night mare sleepily tired because of my Father dead.

(Fifth)
Hall of the Mountain Gangue
Cold Dew flower paths in the universe
Orient look fixed-tail Celebration Party
Winds shifting Wong to-Western
Olympia fixed-tail Celebration Party
Late days visit us recognize the public-hero

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Ride With The Idol

Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)

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Ride With Idol

Try to remember those ancient evenings
When all we had was just enough.
Now the pretender knows why the king is screaming.
The grief was finally just too much.
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Over my shoulder, I know theyre waiting.
Their dirty hands are everywhere.
And as they get closer all the pretense is fading.
The face beneath the skin is bare.
So now I ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage, oh yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
I can never learn to say no.
Wont they ever let me go?
[guitar interlude]
Im going to ride with the idol
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame.
Ride with the idol,
Like a creature on display,
Tied to the bottom of a cage. oh yeah, yeah.
Ride with the idol,
But it wont turn out the same.
I know they wont blow out the flame (fade)

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The Tower Beyond Tragedy

I
You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
This Clytemnestra was her sister, low-statured, fierce-lipped, not
dark nor blonde, greenish-gray-eyed,
Sinewed with strength, you saw, under the purple folds of the
queen-cloak, but craftier than queenly,
Standing between the gilded wooden porch-pillars, great steps of
stone above the steep street,
Awaiting the King.
Most of his men were quartered on the town;
he, clanking bronze, with fifty
And certain captives, came to the stair. The Queen's men were
a hundred in the street and a hundred
Lining the ramp, eighty on the great flags of the porch; she
raising her white arms the spear-butts
Thundered on the stone, and the shields clashed; eight shining
clarions
Let fly from the wide window over the entrance the wildbirds of
their metal throats, air-cleaving
Over the King come home. He raised his thick burnt-colored
beard and smiled; then Clytemnestra,
Gathering the robe, setting the golden-sandaled feet carefully,
stone by stone, descended
One half the stair. But one of the captives marred the comeliness
of that embrace with a cry
Gull-shrill, blade-sharp, cutting between the purple cloak and
the bronze plates, then Clytemnestra:
Who was it? The King answered: A piece of our goods out of
the snatch of Asia, a daughter of the king,
So treat her kindly and she may come into her wits again. Eh,
you keep state here my queen.
You've not been the poorer for me.- In heart, in the widowed
chamber, dear, she pale replied, though the slaves
Toiled, the spearmen were faithful. What's her name, the slavegirl's?
AGAMEMNON Come up the stair. They tell me my kinsman's
Lodged himself on you.
CLYTEMNESTRA Your cousin Aegisthus? He was out of refuge,
flits between here and Tiryns.
Dear: the girl's name?
AGAMEMNON Cassandra. We've a hundred or so other
captives; besides two hundred
Rotted in the hulls, they tell odd stories about you and your
guest: eh? no matter: the ships
Ooze pitch and the August road smokes dirt, I smell like an
old shepherd's goatskin, you'll have bath-water?
CLYTEMNESTRA
They're making it hot. Come, my lord. My hands will pour it.

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Charles Baudelaire

La Chevelure (Her Hair)

Ô toison, moutonnant jusque sur l'encolure!
Ô boucles! Ô parfum chargé de nonchaloir!
Extase! Pour peupler ce soir l'alcôve obscure
Des souvenirs dormant dans cette chevelure,
Je la veux agiter dans l'air comme un mouchoir!

La langoureuse Asie et la brûlante Afrique,
Tout un monde lointain, absent, presque défunt,
Vit dans tes profondeurs, forêt aromatique!
Comme d'autres esprits voguent sur la musique,
Le mien, ô mon amour! nage sur ton parfum.

J'irai là-bas où l'arbre et l'homme, pleins de sève,
Se pâment longuement sous l'ardeur des climats;
Fortes tresses, soyez la houle qui m'enlève!
Tu contiens, mer d'ébène, un éblouissant rêve
De voiles, de rameurs, de flammes et de mâts:

Un port retentissant où mon âme peut boire
À grands flots le parfum, le son et la couleur
Où les vaisseaux, glissant dans l'or et dans la moire
Ouvrent leurs vastes bras pour embrasser la gloire
D'un ciel pur où frémit l'éternelle chaleur.

Je plongerai ma tête amoureuse d'ivresse
Dans ce noir océan où l'autre est enfermé;
Et mon esprit subtil que le roulis caresse
Saura vous retrouver, ô féconde paresse,
Infinis bercements du loisir embaumé!

Cheveux bleus, pavillon de ténèbres tendues
Vous me rendez l'azur du ciel immense et rond;
Sur les bords duvetés de vos mèches tordues
Je m'enivre ardemment des senteurs confondues
De l'huile de coco, du musc et du goudron.

Longtemps! toujours! ma main dans ta crinière lourde
Sèmera le rubis, la perle et le saphir,
Afin qu'à mon désir tu ne sois jamais sourde!
N'es-tu pas l'oasis où je rêve, et la gourde
Où je hume à longs traits le vin du souvenir?

Head of Hair

O fleecy hair, falling in curls to the shoulders!
O black locks! O perfume laden with nonchalance!
Ecstasy! To people the dark alcove tonight
With memories sleeping in that thick head of hair.
I would like to shake it in the air like a scarf!

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Wake! Asia! Wake! (Part Two)

Part Two

Older in age
younger in growth

still heeding His Master's Voice

the Great swirling dark illiterate masses

led by less than nought point nought nought nought nought nought nought nought to the power of 32

who prefer nukes for toys
at the cost of common everyday joys

These that hanker after the departed master's pat on the back

for the Man-Booker
for the National Book Award
for the Fullbright
for the Visiting Professorship and/or IIAS Fellowship
for the Ivy League-Oxbridge doctoral degree
for in short the Master's pedigree-conferring embrace

These who do not know
do not want to know
do not wish to know
will not know
if there's a difference

between a Genji Monogatari or the Monkey
between a Sakuntala or the Gitanjali
between a poem and a public parade

These that will churn tons of postcolonial muck
And oblige their students to gorge every bit with spit
Just to stamp careers with their brainprints

These that will turn their coat
turn their tongue
turn their souls
for a Nobel

These that preen strut pout pose pretend
mouth ready to swill the millesium

this bouquet mind you titillates the left corner of the upper palate
like a petal unfolding in spring from a hymen

the dark obedient swirling masses lie dumb night after never-ending
night

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