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You've never been lost until you've been lost at Mach 3.

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Bis An Die Sterne

Wir sind 20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Shne soweit das Auge sieht
La uns gro werden wie ein Heer
Seht gut zu, wie uns geschieht
Du zeigst uns die Wege, du fhrtest uns aus dem Tal
Erhr die gebete 20.000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf'
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Wir werden hier bestehen, la' es geschehen
Auch wenn die Winde eisig sind
Bei Nacht wird man uns aus der Ferne sehen
Und hren wie unser Lied erklingt
Himmlische Wege, sie fhren uns aus dem Tal
Erteil deine Pflege 20.000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
1000 fette Jahre stehen uns bevor
Drum zeig' wozu wir fhig sind
Mach meine Tr zu einem himmlischen Tor
Durch das man goldene Gaben bringt
Es geht um mein Leben
Ich leg' es in deine Hand
Komm mir entgegen
In unserem heiligen Land
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf'
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer

song performed by Xavier Naidoo
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20.000 Meilen

Wir sind 20000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Shne soweit das Auge sieht
La uns gro werden wie ein heer
Seht gut zu wie uns geschieht
Du zeigst uns Wege, du fhrtest uns aus dem Tal
Erhr die Gebete 20000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Wir werden hier bestehen, la es geschehen
Auch wenn die Winde eisig sind
Bei Nacht wird man uns aus der Ferne sehn
Und hrn wie unser Lied erklingt
Himmlische Wege, sie frhn uns aus dem Tal
Erteil deine Pflege 20000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20000 Meilen ber dem Meer
1000 fette Jahre stehen uns bevor
Drum zeig wozu wir fhig sind
Mach meine Tr zu einem himmlischen Tor
Durch das man goldene Gaben bringt
Es geht um mein Leben
Ich leg es in deine Hand
Komm mir entgegen
In unserem heiligen Land
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich shlaf
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20000 Meilen ber dem Meer

song performed by Xavier Naidoo
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Bis An Die Sterne

Wir sind 20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Shne soweit das Auge sieht
La uns gro werden wie ein Heer
Seht gut zu, wie uns geschieht
Du zeigst uns die Wege, du fhrtest uns aus dem Tal
Erhr die gebete 20.000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf'
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
Wir werden hier bestehen, la' es geschehen
Auch wenn die Winde eisig sind
Bei Nacht wird man uns aus der Ferne sehen
Und hren wie unser Lied erklingt
Himmlische Wege, sie fhren uns aus dem Tal
Erteil deine Pflege 20.000 Mal
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer
1000 fette Jahre stehen uns bevor
Drum zeig' wozu wir fhig sind
Mach meine Tr zu einem himmlischen Tor
Durch das man goldene Gaben bringt
Es geht um mein Leben
Ich leg' es in deine Hand
Komm mir entgegen
In unserem heiligen Land
Gib mir den Morgen danach
Weck mich auf, wenn ich schlaf'
Mach uns gro wie ein Heer
20.000 Meilen ber dem Meer

song performed by Xavier Naidoo
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Sag Mir - Was Meinst Du?

Du bist nicht still
Dir hrt man gerne zu
Mit dir vergeht, Ewigkeit wie im Flug
was du erzhlst,
klingt alles gut,
doch was am ende zhlt ist was du tust.
Fr immer dein,
und endlich tief geliebt
das soll ich sein
doch nichts geschieht
wie'n wasserfall
versprichst du immer mehr
am Himmel sind schon keine Sterne mehr.
Komm sag mir nicht
sag mir nicht,sag mir nicht, sag mir nicht, dass du mich magst
wenn du
wenn du nie, wenn du nie tust was du sagst.
yeah i yeah ...
liebe ist nicht nur ein Wort
mach sie wahr sonst geht sie fort
lass uns leben und nicht immer reden
Du spekulierst
und formulierst so schn
und du versprichst
die welt um nicht zu drehen
doch jeder plan
bleibt dann blo idee
wenn man ihn nicht gemeinsam lebt.
Komm sag mir nicht
sag mir nicht,sag mir nicht, sag mir nicht, dass du mich magst
wenn du
wenn du nie, wenn du nie tust was du sagst.
yeah i yeah ...
liebe ist nicht nur ein Wort
mach sie wahr sonst geht sie fort
lass uns leben und nicht immer reden
Und mein herz braucht keine worte es kann dich fhlen ohne hinzuhren
Was es sphrt sind doch die dinge die man die man nicht sagen kann
Sag mir was meinst du
sag mir nicht sag mir nicht
sag mir was meinst du
sag mir nicht sag mir nicht
yeah yeah yeah
sag mir nicht das du
sag mir nicht das du mich magst (dass du mich magst)
sag mir nicht,sag mir nicht, sag mir nicht das du mich magst
wenn du
wenn du nie, wenn du nie tust was du sagst.
yeah i yeah ...
liebe ist nicht nur ein Wort

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song performed by Yvonne Catterfeld
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But For Being Lost

As black imbued black, so was rendered the pitch of darkness
That befogged this godforsaken yard of graves -
And too the dank, ‘til now forgotten chapel that
Did little to grace these forlorn grounds.

Yet here stood I, seemingly first to tread this weed-ridden soil
Since times of yore when life had erstwhile blessed this land.
But for being lost in solitude - as does a country wanderer -
Would I not have happened across this morbid landscape.

And though detail rendered barely visible to my naked eye –
For desperately had the moon tried to break through this jet fog –
A sense of something suffused the place.
Was it those tormented spirits desperate for absolution,
Or perhaps the gargoyles teasing me on whether they be of stone or living flesh?

I was drawn to the oak door as it enticingly opened in passage for me.
The organ called from down the nave and through the pale orange of unsteady light
- that which could only be mustered from the few discoloured, moribund candles.
Could I also hear a distant choir of stern voices, as if in effort to scold me?

As I approached, those tarnished pipes came into view.
Standing erect with gothic pride, they bore down on me with patronising air -
Exaggerated by the disjointed sneering of minor chords,
As if to state that insignificant I had henceforth no grant of solace.

In answer, I steadied my rocking legs and racing mind to wonder of this scenario.
And in doing so, I found myself waking from a cramped dream –
Whence the message dawned: mine had been such a claustrophobic life.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Munich Girls

My name is johnnie walker
And i won't wanna make any advertising
You know?
All right honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm' hol mich rauf
Mach mir den zuckerhut
Mach mir den zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf
Dollar oder deutschmark
Never mind
It's allright
Vergi die wsche,
Tu es
And kill the light
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den ersten schein
Munich girls
Lookin' for love
Tag und nacht
Lookin' for love
Here she comes
She's lookin' for love
It's the munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar
Mehr champgner auf
Blinis kaviar - na klar
I'm mick the chic
I do it quick
Weie nchte p 1
Kopf oder zahl
I'm the one
I'm the one
Und meins ist deins
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den nchsten schein
Tag und nacht
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Nimm den letzen,
Nimm den allerletzen schein
Munich girls...
And she's comin'

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song performed by Falco
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Munich Girl

My name is Johnnie Walker
And I won't wanna make any advertising
You know?
All right honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm' hol mich rauf
Mach mir den Zuckerhut
Mach mir den Zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf
Dollar oder Deutschmark
Never mind
It's allright
Vergi die Wsche,
Tu es
And kill the light
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den ersten Schein
Munich Girls
Lookin' for love
Tag und Nacht
Lookin' for love
Here she comes
She's lookin' for love
It's the Munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar
Mehr Champagner auf
Blinis Kaviar - na klar
I'm Mick the Chic
I do it quick
Weie Nchte P 1
Kopf oder Zahl
I'm the one
I'm the one
Und meins ist deins
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den nchsten Schein
Tag und Nacht
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Nimm den letzen,
Nimm den allerletzten Schein
Munich Girls
Fade out

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song performed by Falco
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Feuerrder

Leg mir das halsband um
Dann geh ich auf die knie
Und fang zu bellen an
Der schmerz ist schn wie nie
Komm mach den kfig auf
Und ich bin sternenreich
Dort wo die sterne waren
Drehn sich - feuerrder
Wir feiern eine leidenschaft
Der schmerz ist schn wie nie
Komm mir langsam
Leg du mir die ketten an
Und zieh den knoten fest
Damit ich lachen kann
Komm mach den kfig auf
Und ich bin sternenreich
Dort wo die sterne waren
Drehn sich - feuerrder
Wir feiern eine leidenschaft
Der schmerz ist schn wie nie
Leg mir das halsband um
Dann geh ich auf die knie
Und fang zu bellen an
Der schmerz war schn wie nie
Komm mach den kfig auf
Und ich bin sternenreich
Dort wo die sterne waren
Drehn sich - feuerrder
Wir feiern eine leidenschaft
Der schmerz ist schn wie du
Dort wo die sterne waren
Drehn sich - feuerrder
Wir feiern eine leidenschaft
Der schmerz ist schn wie ich
(translation:
Firewheels
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Put the collar on me
Then I will go on my knees
And start to bark
The pain is great like never before
Open the cage
And Ill be amongst the stars
There where starts once were
Firewheels are turning
We celebrate a passion
The pain is great like never before
Come slowly
Put the chains on me
And pull the knots hard

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song performed by Rammstein
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Fr Dich

Ich spr' Dich in meinen Trumen
Ich schlie' Dich darin ein
Und ich werd' immer bei Dir sein
Ich halt' Dich wie den Regenbogen
Ganz fest am Horizont
Weil mit Dir der Morgen wieder kommt
Fr Dich schiebe ich die Wolken weiter
Sonst siehst Du den Sternenhimmel nicht
Fr Dich dreh' ich so lang an der Erde
Bis Du wieder bei mir bist
Fr Dich mach' ich jeden Tag unendlich
Fr Dich bin ich noch heller als das Licht
Fr Dich wein' und schrei' und lach' und leb' ich
Und das alles nur fr Dich
Und wenn ich Dich so vermisse
Bewahr' ich die Trnen auf fr Dich
Du machst ein Lachen draus fr mich
Ich hr' Dich ganz ohne Worte
Ich fhle, wo Du bist
Auch wenn es noch so dunkel ist
Fr Dich schiebe ich die Wolken weiter
Sonst siehst du den Sternenhimmel nicht
Fr Dich dreh' ich so lang an der Erde
Bis du wieder bei mir bist
Fr Dich mach' ich jeden Tag unendlich
Fr Dich bin ich noch heller als das Licht
Fr Dich wein' und schrei' und lach' und leb' ich
Und das alles nur fr Dich
Fr Dich schiebe ich die Wolken weiter
Sonst siehst du den Sternenhimmel nicht
Fr Dich dreh' ich so lang an der Erde
Bis du wieder bei mir bist
Fr Dich mach' ich jeden Tag unendlich
Fr Dich bin ich noch heller als das Licht
Fr Dich wein' und schrei' und lach' und leb' ich
Und das alles nur fr Dich
Fr Dich schiebe ich die Wolken weiter
Sonst siehst du den Sternenhimmel nicht
Fr Dich wein' und schrei' und lach' und leb' ich
Nur fr Dich

song performed by Yvonne Catterfeld
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Not at a Loss Chord - after Adelaide Anne Procter – A Lost Chord

Not at a Loss Chord

Playing one day with my organ,
I was blissful – not ill at ease -
while five fingers wandered wildly
web-cams recording each wheeze.

I know the spot vibrating,
less what I was dreaming then,
but I strummed with both will and spirit
and an “Oh My God! Amen! ”

Adrenaline flowed not vainly
from heart to crimson palm,
as it coursed both veins and spirit
with little akin to calm.

It quieted pain and sorrow,
like love overcoming strife;
it seem[en]ed orgasmic echo
to tune discordant life.

It linked all perplexèd meanings
into one perfect peace,
and trembled away into silence
although I was loth to cease.

I have sought, and I seek not vainly,
that one G spot divine,
which linked my soul to the organ
so manifestly mine.

La petite morte delightful
strikes shivering molten core,
as this little verse insightful
calls for en corps encore!

It may be that Death's bright angel
will speak in that chord again,
for it’s surely in seventh Heaven
one sings “Oh My God! Amen! ”

Parody Adelaide Anne PROCTER – A Lost Chord
8 April 2007

ROBIN Jonathan 1947_2006 robi3_1338_proc1_0001 PXY_MXX Not at a Loss Chord_Playing one day with my organ
A Lost Chord

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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A Lost Day

Lost is the day in which you have not found fulfillment in any area: work, private, or social.

Lost is the day in which you have not found a reason to smile: not about others, and not about yourself.

Lost is the day in which you have not been of any service: neither to others, nor to yourself.

Lost is the day in which you have not shared some love with another living creature.

Lost is the day in which you did not dedicate one positive thought to yourself.

Lost is the day in which your laziness prevented you to be constructive.

Lost is the day in which you allowed the setbacks and failures of the world to get the best of you.

Lost is the day in which you allowed your jealousy to conquer your compassion.

Lost is the day in which you undertook any act with a devious intention.

Lost is the day in which your mind prevailed your heart.

Lost is the day in which you allowed material gain to determine your decisions.

Lost is the day in which you sought out a prey among the vulnerable.

Lost is the day in which you discarded empathy.

Lost is the day in which you preferred ignorance, through discrimination of any kind, to embracement of equality.

Lost is the day in which you got lost in backbiting and any other kind of meanness directed toward another.

Lost is the day in which you failed to recognize the lesson in even the most dreadful experience.

Lost is the day in which you ignored the voice of your intuition.

Lost is the day in which you did not prioritize the ones you love over material gain.

Lost is the day in which you lowered yourself to hypocrisy.

Lost is the day in which you deliberately brought pain upon another living creature.

Lost is the day in which you allowed hope to get lost.

Lost is the day in which you forgot where you came from.

Lost is the day in which you forget where you're going.

Lost is the day in which you allowed an estrangement between your mind, your body, and your soul.

Lost is the day in which you were not creative.

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poem by Joan Marques
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Brillantin´ Brutal´

We are talking bout inside outside
Zeichen der zeit verschont uns blo
Wo wir sind ist vorne, sind wir hinten,
Dann ist hinten vorne, schonungslos
Und was hier jeder wei, dazu ist es immer noch zu hei
No plastic money an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Wir tanzen wieder brillantin' brutal'
Still talking bout software, hardware
Going nowhere hatten wir doch schon
Hei von pelz umkleidet, jeder herz erleidet schmerz
Ist das der liebe lohn
Und was hier jeder wei, lust und luxus nehmen ihren preis
Accept no credit cards an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Willst du der schsse hall im club fatal
Get it up, don't give it up
Ich seh deutlich einen neuen fall
Get it up, don't give it up
Im fall der fälle brillantin' brutal'
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - ancora coca co - coca
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - what's the last word they said, man ?
Allright
Hoch das bein ...
Play again - c'mon sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal'
Brutal'

song performed by Falco
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Shake

All the girls around the world, come on Shake, shake - shake your body, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wigle, wigle - ahaha, so want you
Shake, shake - shake your body, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wigle, wigle - ahaha
Come on, shake it
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake - come on, skake it
Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake - come on, shake it
Girls around the world there goes something up in the midday
Turn beat up the clock, do you feel the funk, do you feel the groove, ha, ha
Do you feel it, do you need it, es gibt kein zurck, c'mon beat it
Hey D.J., mach' es ihnen klar, this groove is faced out far
say L.A. - Girls,
Tokio - Girls,
New York - Girls
All the girls around the world, say
Berlin - Girls,
Afircan - Girls,
Turner - Girls
All the girls around the world, come on
Shake, shake ... Party time, Pa-pa-pa-party time (2 times)
Hey pump it up, pump it up, es ist lngst zu spt fr eure Gegenwehr
This sound is a new style, killing you while you do it ganz und gar, let's go
Everybody, everybody, shake, shake, shake your body
D.J., mach' es ihnen klar, it's a brand-new fever
say L.A. - Girls ...
Shake, shake ... Party, party time ...
I wanna shake it, I wanna shake it, I wanna shake it, wigle, wigle, shake it (4 times)
Party - all the girls around the world (4 times)
Shake, shake ... I wanna shake it, ...

song performed by Falco
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Cleanness

Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;
Nif he nere scoymus & skyg & non scaþe louied,
Hit were a meruayl to much, hit mo3t not falle.
Kryst kydde hit Hymself in a carp onez,
Þeras He heuened a3t happez & hy3t hem her medez.
Me mynez on one amonge oþer, as Maþew recordez,
Þat þus clanness vnclosez a ful cler speche:
Þe haþel clene of his hert hapenez ful fayre,
For he schal loke on oure Lorde with a bone chere';
As so saytz, to þat sy3t seche schal he neuer
Þat any vnclannesse hatz on, auwhere abowte;
For He þat flemus vch fylþe fer fro His hert
May not byde þat burre þat hit His body ne3en.
Forþy hy3not to heuen in haterez totorne,
Ne in þe harlatez hod, & handez vnwaschen.
For what vrþly haþel þat hy3honour haldez
Wolde lyke if a ladde com lyþerly attyred,
When he were sette solempnely in a sete ryche,
Abof dukez on dece, with dayntys serued?
Þen þe harlot with haste helded to þe table,
With rent cokrez at þe kne & his clutte traschez,
& his tabarde totorne, & his totez oute,
Oþer ani on of alle þyse, he schulde be halden vtter,
With mony blame ful bygge, a boffet peraunter,
Hurled to þe halle dore & harde þeroute schowued,
& be forboden þat bor3e to bowe þider neuer,
On payne of enprysonment & puttyng in stokkez;
& þus schal he be schent for his schrowde feble,
Þa3neuer in talle ne in tuch he trespas more.
& if vnwelcum he were to a worþlych prynce,
3et hym is þe hy3e Kyng harder in her euen;

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Lost To Find My Lot

Lost in a world, that scares me to death,
Lost in a crowd I’m losing my breath,
Lost as a kid, lost as an adult
I feel everything is falling apart and its my fault
Lost as a person, cant find my way
Lost in life every day, Lost in worry
Who am I?
I’ve lived a Lie
Lost to Kindness,
Lost to Love
Lost in the sky,
Like a lonely dove
Lost in thought which I shouldn’t do
It Winds me up,
I can’t get through
Lost to comfort all kind words
Lost to advice that isn’t heard
Lost to those who really care?
All these people always there
Lost in Me, I need a break
Lost in wonder which road should I take?
Lost in a place I don’t know well
Where are you now? There’s no one to tell
Lost here all alone To break these walls
Lost in mind
Lost in soul
Lost memories, there just a hole
Lost family, lost my place
Still yet I’m full of hate
Lost in boredom think I’ll leave
There’s a lot in life I need to achieve

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Midnight At The Lost And Found

Hey Ricky, now mine is empty
How about one for you
We could set it out together
Seems tomorrow's overdue
Captain Video, done went home
One pilot laid to rest
And dragon ladies talk that talk
About who loves who - who loves best
Silver bullets in the jukebox
Spin another round
Everybody at the back of the line
It's midnight at the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Lost souls in the hunting ground
A remedy for all your ills
At the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Midnight...
Have a double it's gettin' late
You'll get home home, just rely on fate
Place just finally came alive
Good old boys just arrived
Stools keep changin' faces
And the night just slips away
And like a long distance love affair
Soon you've got to pay
Silver bullets in the jukebox
Spin another round
Everybody at the back of the line
It's midnight at the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Lost souls in the hunting ground
A remedy for all your ills
At the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Midnight...
Hangin' on barely, hitch a ride away
Belly up and bury, boy, all the hurt you feel today
Hangin' on barely, hitch a ride away
Belly up and bury, boy, all the hurt you feel today
Silver bullets in the jukebox
Spin another round
Everybody get back in line
Last call for the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Lost souls in the hunting ground
A remedy for all your ills
At the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found
Lost souls in the hunting ground

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Alphabet Lost And Found

On this fateful day, in the history of whenever,
An epidemic of missing letters has swept the land.
Whatever the cause, for the sake of future generations,
In the limited time we have been permitted, these stories must be told.
There was an apple that lost his 'a'
There was a zebra that lost his 'z'
There was a chauffeur that left his 'auffer' on the dashboard
Of the car that lost its 'r'
Well, the car had lost its 'r' in a pothole
On a street that lost its 'e'
When the garbage collector with a missing 'ector' swept it up
With a broom that lost its 'oom'
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together-
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
There was a school that lost its 'cool'
when they tired to ring the bell that had no 'l'
With all the letters gone, the spelling bee was canceled
Science teachers had their hands full
English classes could not be complete
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Where they gonna go without their letters?
How could they survive without their letters?
Where they gonna go to find their letters?
They gonna have to get together
Crowds of people, animals, and incomplete words have been seen at a previously unknown place to be referred to as-
The alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet lost and found) (how could they survive without their letters)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)
At the alphabet lost and found (alphabet and lost found) (they gonna have to get together)

song performed by They Might Be Giants
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Out Of The Depths

Lost! Lost! Lost!
The cry went up from a sea --
The waves were wild with an awful wrath,
Not a light shone down on the lone ship's path;
The clouds hung low:
Lost! Lost! Lost!
Rose wild from the hearts of the tempest-tossed.

Lost! Lost! Lost!
The cry floated over the waves --
Far over the pitiless waves;
It smote on the dark and it rended the clouds;
The billows below them were weaving white shrouds
Out of the foam of the surge,
And the wind-voices chanted a dirge:
Lost! Lost! Lost!
Wailed wilder the lips of the tempest-tossed.

Lost! Lost! Lost!
Not the sign of a hope was nigh,
In the sea, in the air, or the sky;
And the lifted faces were wan and white,
There was nothing without them but storm and night
And nothing within but fear.
But far to a Father's ear:
Lost! Lost! Lost!
Floated the wail of the tempest-tossed.

Lost! Lost! Lost!
Out of the depths of the sea --
Out of the night and the sea;
And the waves and the winds of the storm were hushed,
And the sky with the gleams of the stars was flushed.
Saved! Saved! Saved!
And a calm and a joyous cry
Floated up through the starry sky,
In the dark -- in the storm -- 'Our Father' is nigh.

poem by Abram Joseph Ryan
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A Letter From Li Po

Fanfare of northwest wind, a bluejay wind
announces autumn, and the equinox
rolls back blue bays to a far afternoon.
Somewhere beyond the Gorge Li Po is gone,
looking for friendship or an old love's sleeve
or writing letters to his children, lost,
and to his children's children, and to us.
What was his light? of lamp or moon or sun?
Say that it changed, for better or for worse,
sifted by leaves, sifted by snow; on mulberry silk
a slant of witch-light; on the pure text
a slant of genius; emptying mind and heart
for winecups and more winecups and more words.
What was his time? Say that it was a change,
but constant as a changing thing may be,
from chicory's moon-dark blue down the taut scale
to chicory's tenderest pink, in a pink field
such as imagination dreams of thought.
But of the heart beneath the winecup moon
the tears that fell beneath the winecup moon
for children lost, lost lovers, and lost friends,
what can we say but that it never ends?
Even for us it never ends, only begins.
Yet to spell down the poem on her page,
margining her phrases, parsing forth
the sevenfold prism of meaning, up the scale
from chicory pink to blue, is to assume
Li Po himself: as he before assumed
the poets and the sages who were his.
Like him, we too have eaten of the word:
with him are somewhere lost beyond the Gorge:
and write, in rain, a letter to lost children,
a letter long as time and brief as love.

II

And yet not love, not only love. Not caritas
or only that. Nor the pink chicory love,
deep as it may be, even to moon-dark blue,
in which the dragon of his meaning flew
for friends or children lost, or even
for the beloved horse, for Li Po's horse:
not these, in the self's circle so embraced:
too near, too dear, for pure assessment: no,
a letter crammed and creviced, crannied full,
storied and stored as the ripe honeycomb
with other faith than this. As of sole pride
and holy loneliness, the intrinsic face
worn by the always changing shape between
end and beginning, birth and death.

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poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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Losing my virginity

The rhapsodically untainted leaves; lost their virginity to the tantalizingly draughts of the unstoppably ecstatic and beautifully silken breeze,

The indomitably ferocious Sun; lost its virginity to the evanescent beams of the spell bindingly eclectic and enchantingly blessed dawn,

The triumphantly fertile earth; lost its virginity to the plodding of the vibrantly obstreperous and intrusively adulterated footsteps,

The unassailably glorious mountain peak; lost its virginity to the sensuous wisps of the bountifully bestowing and celestially surreal clouds,

The stupendously undulating sea; lost its virginity to the shimmering sands of the poignantly titillating and handsomely maverick shores,

The magnanimously stupefying night; lost its virginity to the jubilant streaks of the sensuously untamed and inimitably unconquerable white lightening,

The melodiously gurgling throat; lost its virginity to the poignant streams of the irrefutably transparent and seductively slippery spit,

The astoundingly intricate veins; lost their virginity to the life-yielding rivulets of the ubiquitously crimson and blessedly sacrosanct blood,

The royally sculptured palms; lost their virginity to the inexplicable lines of enigmatically eclectic and inevitably mystical destiny lines,

The profoundly fantastic hill-slopes; lost their virginity to the exultating cascade of the blissfully ameliorating and victoriously frosty waterfall,

The altruistically barren paper; lost its virginity to the coherent embellishment of the enthusiastically fulminating and literately majestic sapphire ink,

The unbelievably rubicund lips; lost their virginity to the raging inferno of unstoppably fiery and fervently royal kisses,

The amazingly silver web; lost its virginity to the surreptitiously tingling impression of the unprecedentedly fast and multifariously talented spider,

The exuberantly blossoming rose; lost its virginity to the boisterous body of the rambunctiously raconteur and incessantly chattering bumble bee,

The exhilaratingly curved road; lost its virginity to the wanton cavalcade of the indefatigably buzzing and indiscriminately marauding vehicles,

The ebulliently robust cheeks; lost their virginity to the unabashed swirl of the incongruously unruly and uninhibitedly machismo beard,

The fabulously emollient grassblades; lost their virginity to the beauteous sprinkling of the eternally burgeoning and timelessly golden dewdrops,

The indispensably ardent nostrils; lost their virginity to the unrelenting festoon of the perennially blossoming and undyingly infallible breath,

The timelessly persevering armpits; lost their virginity to the righteous fountain of unflinchingly fragrant and philanthropically egalitarian sweat,

And I; lost my virginity not just for this birth; but for an infinite more births of mine yet to unfurl; to you and no other girl but you in this entire fathomlessly benign Universe; O! pricelessly immortal beloved…

poem by Nikhil Parekh
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