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Distance not only gives nostalgia, but perspective, and maybe objectivity.

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Robotic Things

Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.

Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!

Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.

Upheaval seen upon the streets.
Keep it in the right perspective.
And...
Poverty increases and defeats.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.

And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Human beings!

Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.

And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,
They are...
Robotic things!

Keep it in the right perspective.
Keep it in the right perspective.
No need for probing deeper,
For those reasons to dissect this.

Signs come!
And...
Keep it in the right perspective.
Those exposing a wisdom,
Are ignored as bores!

And the songs heard they sing,
Sound as if,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Perspective

I need perspective cos Im facing the wall
I need perspective cos Im not that tall
I need perspective heard the trumpet call
Dont trust my eyes want to know where things fall
I need perspective party time for the newly wed
I need perspective colours ran as the images bled
I need perspective like confetti on the flower bed
Dont trust my eyes priest crying hes got fire in his head
Oh gaia, if thats your name
Treat you like dirt, but I dont want to blame
Oh gaia, the wind heats the fire and blows the ash away
I need perspective sitting in a long long hall
I need perspective staring at the white white wall
I need perspective waiting for the phone to call
Dont trust my eyes theres one thing Ive got to tell you all
I need perspective to see through red red skies
I need perspective to carry merchandise
I need perspective I dont trust my eyes
Dont trust my eyes and I dont like surprise
Oh gaia, etc
I used to be industrial giant
Sitting in a garden full of chemical plant
Trying very hard to get you off my mind
Acting like any man
Taking you for everything I can
Just the same, the same as all my kind
-- so blind
I need perspective

song performed by Peter Gabriel
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To The Aggies Of Ateneo De Davao Around The World

nostalgia is the word for all these now
we have the urge to look out the window and find
who we were: the joys of the college years that will tickle us
old friends and their memories like innocent children
coming on our laps asking for our embraces
old pictures make our hearts shrink a little only to grow
bigger like a bread from the pan
fresh and fuming with the flavor of wheat

nostalgia is the word for it
and time is its mother that nourishes with its milk
the past comes to us always with something greener
and a breather of mint and rosemary
some peppers and honeyed lemonades

nostalgia is the word for it
when our wings have gone far beyond the lands of our births
dissolving in the horizons of other lands
when our chirps are gone

nostalgia is the word for it
when we come back stronger this time and lovelier
with our wounds that healed
with our pains that lost its trick

nostalgia is the word for it
such is she a beautiful woman still even though the hairs have turned gray
and the breasts sag and the bones rattling like brittle sticks

nostalgia is the word for it and no matter where the winds of this world
and its cyclones and waves have taken us
we are back looking for the glitter of each other's eyes
and then we laugh and then the world has heard us

yes, nostalgia is the word that people seldom use
as they move on with their respective lives

but we are here once again
nostalgia is the theme, it is here and soon it will leave
we are once again full even for once

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Long Distance

Spent last winter playing in the sand
With the prisoners of the motherland
Damn hotel is feeling like a cell
And even paradise can be so cruel
Sitting by the swimming pool
Trying to keep my head together
In that hot australia weather
Three days to kill and my per diems getting low
cause I spent all my money calling long distance
Calling long distance, such a long way from home
Am I talking to long distance, can you put me through?
Twelve thousand miles but Ive got not resistance,
Long distance, long distance, long distance, long distance
Now the road hogs face is turning red
Larrys still asleep in bed
Romeo he cant get no head at all
And the doctor looks on so annoyed
You disappoint me, mr. boyd
And the electric dwarf wishes he was six foot tall
Now romeos patience is wearing thin
Cmon baby, let me in
Its five a.m. and Ive been creeping round the hall
Got no resistance calling long distance
You sound so close but your such a long way from home
Am I talking to long distance, can you put me through?
Twelve thousand miles but Ive got not resistance,
Long distance, long distance, long distance, long distance
Still no points for my merrymen,
Except ricard, he just scored ten
Now road hogs getting drunk again
And I only get to hold my pen
Instead of what I love to hold the most.
I feel so lonesome I could cry
Count the hours as they roll by
Its day time now
I think Ill make a call
Hello long distance, calling long distance
You sound so close but youre such a long way from home
Youre such a long way from home
Have to admit I got no resistance to the red light on the wall
The message said I got a call,
Long distance, long distance, long distance, long distance

song performed by Kinks
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Keeping My Distance

(jimmy davis/tommy burroughs/don smith)
Im keeping my calandar open
Even if it takes me years
til you figure out what your plan is
You figure out all of your fears
I dont wanna know anything about her
Or what you feel like you have to defend
But Ive seen your situation
And the world she keeps you in
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
If you dont want to rush it baby
Well then by all means dont
But Im gonna wait for the day when
When you see that its me you want
I can see, I can tell that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
Where will you find the strength
I cant hold you against your will
You keep me at arms length
Im reaching out to hold you still, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can see that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance

song performed by Martina Mcbride
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Lejos De Ti

English lyrics by karen
Morris, toronto, canada
This song is more of a stright forward vallenato song with the blend of forging instruments, such as the steel string guitar, a cuban "tres" cuban "clave", and a snare drum.
T;lejos de ti" talks about being apart from the person you love and all the feelings that arise from your loneliness. this song says " with all the love from my soul i wait for you
Year and i wish to tell you with my guitar, all my feelings for you. i love you, i'm always dreaming of you, and without your love i'm dying.... but i'll keep waiting for you".
Tengo las cuerdans de mi guitarra
I have the stings of my guitar
Tengo la noche y tengo mi voz
I have the night and i have my voice
Para entregarte con toda el alma
With which to deliver to you with all my soul
Las dulces notas de mi cancin
The sweetness of my song.
Son las tretezas y la nostalgia
My song is sadness and nostalgia,
Las amargarte del corazn
And the bitterness of the heart.
Son tus recuerdos en la distancia
They are the memories of you at a distance
Los que me llenande inspiracin
That fill me with inspiration.
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Coro:
Con todo el amor del alma
With all the love of my soul
Te espero en el ao nuevo
I wait for you in the new year.
Y quiero con mi guitarra
And i want to tell you with my guitar that
Decirte lo que yo siento
You are the one for whom i wait.
Que siempre te estoy queriendo
I want to tell you that i am always wanting you
Que siempre te estoy soando
And am always dreaming of you.
Sin ti yo me estoy muriendo
Without you i am dying.
Pero te sigo esperando
But, still, i am waiting for you.
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Tengo la brisa por mi ventana
The breeze that flows through my window
Que me acaricia como tu voz
Caresses me like the tenderness of your voice,
Tengo gravadas dentro del alma
Imprinted on my soul are the memories of
Las dulces huellas de tu pasin
Your tender and sincere passion.
Voy sumergiendome en la nostalgia
I get lost in the nostalgia

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song performed by Gloria Estefan
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El Capitan

By the harbour I harbor
The strangest memories
Older than I could ever be
Stranded in nostalgia
So tonight i'll try harder
But it's hard to fix this spotlight on me
In a cast that's taking places
I'm not sure of where I want to be
Stand up, stand up and stand out
Applaud El Captain
And jump up to cheers from the crowd
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you take your camera
To photograph my tears as they hit the ground
No one even listens
The same way that no one ever laughs
I'm taking the car out of the snow
I'm wondering where the summer went to
Circled by your secrets
I'm hoping that they don't include me
At least I'm in good company
Because there's no one else around except me
Stand up, stand up and stand out
Applaud el captain
Just to watch the world slow itself
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you took your camera
The silence makes the loudest sound
It seems far too easy to say the same things
I'll choose my own way to use my life up
And finally I found a new way to say the same things in imaginary ways
I use my life up
You were looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
Through your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future

song performed by Idlewild
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El Captain

By the harbour I harbor
The strangest memories
Older than I could ever be
Stranded in nostalgia
So tonight i'll try harder
But it's hard to fix this spotlight on me
In a cast that's taking places
I'm not sure of where I want to be
Stand up, stand up and stand out
I'll Climb El Captain
And jump up to cheers from the crowd
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you take your camera
To photograph my tears as they hit the ground
No one even listens
The same way that no one ever laughs
I'm taking the car out of the snow
I'm wondering where the summer went to
Circled by your secrets
I'm hoping that they don't include me
At least I'm in good company
Because there's no one else around except me
Stand up, stand up and stand out
I'll Climb el captain
Just to watch the world slow itself
Stand up, stand up and stand out
And I hope you took your camera
The silence makes the loudest sound
It seems far too easy to say the same things
I'll choose my own way to use my life up
And finally I found a new way to say the same things in imaginary ways
I use my life up
You were looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
Through your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future
Looking at pictures in the distance
Hoping to see the future
In your pictures of the distance
Hoping to see the future

song performed by Idlewild
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It's Better With The Good Eye

Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Looking back at oh so far away.
Memory’s just another way to see.

A place to go on holiday for free,
Forty years ago if it’s a day.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be.

And was that other person really me,
What changed, why could I not stay?
Memory’s just another way to see

The way things were around us then when we
Thought all our dreams were surely on their way.
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,

The sky was always blue it seemed to me,
Every day the sun shone so they say -
Memory’s just another way to see,

But now I know that life’s not lunch for free
That bitter fruit is served on many days
Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be,
Memory’s just another way to see.

Martin Swords
“Prompt Poems”
Villanelle
March 2008

poem by Martin Swords
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A Change In Perspective

A change in perspective
will change a sunshine filled hour
into a melting, hot, and unbearable eternity.

A change in perspective
will change a meadow of flowers
into a plot of weeds.

A change in perspective
will change a barren wasteland
into a field of opportunity.

A change in perspective
will change a bleak, dark room
into a place of sweet rest.

A change in perspective
is all anyone needs
so go and change.
Make flowers out of weeds.

inspired by Phillip Kenneth Starck, thank you for your comment

poem by Hidden Poet
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Hidden Thoughts

There is so much I want to say to you
But, you keep me at a distance.

My heart directs my fingers to dial your number, while I fight to resist the urge to press those seven digits that will bring delight to my ears upon hearing your voice.
And you keep me at a distance.

My brain maintains a logical stance while my mouth and thoughts rebel yearning for what I felt when last we spoke,
Yet you keep me at a distance.

My fear of you is healthy redirected emotions yet unspoken
You still keep me at a distance.

If dying of thirst a drink of your smile gazing down on me would help me to peacefully transition into eternal slumber,
Yet you keep me at a distance.

The infinite expanse of the universe is not enough to move me away from you
Still kept at a distance.

Even though not ready,
I am hungry for the taste of your enticing spirit that calls out to me like manna from heaven above,
But still kept at a distance.

My thirst unquenched. Hunger unsatisfied. Thoughts never having evolved into spoken words to caress your ears and ease my yearning spirit sail aimlessly into the depths of oblivion.
But still I am kept at a distance.

Maybe one day, as certain as we are that the sun will rise to open each new dawn, and set to close all that transpired within that day, just maybe,
There will be no more distance.

poem by Terry Holder
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Distance Is and Was

His distance was like a slickness of blackness and ice
Outside the trees wept with damp leaves of loss
And the arrogance of dark winter's cold drew near
Clawing the softness from every living thing.

Her needs were not clear, but the pain of her loss
was etched as sharp as a scrape in soft, timeless metal.
His soul cried to help with heart-felt compassion, but the
wise cunning of distance crafted her sad, subtle traps.

Distance it is, and Distance it was, Distance was the master
and craftsman of their simple love.

His desires of things unsaid beat inside his head like some
strange moth of passion, but when he grasped the mechanism
of his loss and pain, he could but fail in expectation of certainty
that would feed a raging thirst across arid deserts of sand.

Confusion would raise it's harsh cold chisel to chip and wear
against the heat of Love, while he and she would grapple
against the easy route of pain and recurrence, would battle
against the seduction of easy and mindless dismissal of Distance.

Distance it is, and Distance it was, Distance was the master
and craftsman of their simple love.

poem by Kevin Patrick Brown
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In The Deep Blue Sky

Close of from you there is always something
Dreams faraway - though twice is more than enough
Like time passes by to a world that will sing

In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled

The playful of pulls to the up and the closing
And bringing away what they thought they found
Every aspect of happening in very first arousing

And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance

To find what was once without any falling doubt
And giving enough of spaces there all between
Those go around in their wandering ways and about

In their hours of departing or staying
With every embrace of their opportunity
Like feelings that come for their unity
And everyone is finding inside of each own
For a while for a while

In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled

And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by
To bring to the distance

To the goings of my dreams in the faraway
Taking believes to its trail of another day
In the hours that come with each play

In something that's happening all over the world
Brining to the ground what from inside is true
Footsteps going around to thinking once hurled

And bring to the distance
Every cloud faraway in the deep blue sky
With so much hazy of dreams that will try
With so much hazy of dreams going there by

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poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Time and Distance

Inspiration outward bound
to sleep surrenders when the wheel
of fate turns luckless, still will reel,
like film slow motion stripped of sound,
as spirit tries to hold its ground.
Time and distance some say heal
aching heart with silent seal.
Distance, time, retain rebound
when someone else’s acts are found
too harsh. Time rarely will reveal
true cure for pain till Death’s cards deal
a last laugh rictus to confound
harsh stricture structures most invent
to soften life’s predicament.

What first seemed wonder hazy turned
as generations went their way,
while meanings lost through time, decay,
wheeled to new weal to wield well earned
admiration seldom spurned.
Revered turns dog-eared, what seemed ray
divine's soon tarnished, as men say
'has had it's day', to dust returned.
Thus time and distance cycles churned
amaze then maze, truth seldom stays
in clear perspective, interplays
'O tempora, O mores' - urned.
Rumble crumbles humbled by
R.I.P. bye line: Time does fly!

'O tempora, O mores' Cicero's First Oration against Catiline... mores pronounced with two syllables O what times! Oh what customs!

bye line: bye bye byline

1 June 2000 slightly revised with second sonnet added 12 August 2009
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Time and Distance

Inspiration outward bound
to sleep surrenders when the wheel
of fate turns luckless, still will reel,
like film slow motion stripped of sound,
as spirit tries to hold its ground.
Time and distance some say heal
aching heart with silent seal.
Distance, time, retain rebound

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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Distances

distance. space.silence.

what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?

it is the kiss that seals it.

what is the distance between
our silence for days?

it is the distance of longing.

what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?

it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth

i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.

i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?

i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more

i can see you the more you
can see me.

IT is the farthest star
that we long much.

IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.

IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.

It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.

This longing. This pain.

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Poetry Book - Spider Web

A Choice

Better to lack food
Than to lack truth.
Rather perish in body
Than in soul.
Better to walk naked
Than to walk empty.
Rather be silent
Than to speak falsely.
Better to accomplish nothing
Than to achieve no virtue.

Walk for Shelter

Each of one!
One of each will,
Will walk!
Some up, some down, some inside…
The hill.

Millions of flags will flutter in the wind.
Swinging pieces of cloth on plastic sticks.

And the division of territories,
Will keep each group in a box.
Tiny boxes.
Big boxes.
Tiny boxes next to big boxes.
Some boxes will have no box next to them.
Some boxes will be in the shape of a boot!

The ones who walk down,
Will be the ones swinging their flags!
Each with an individual flag.
Made of cloth and plastic.

The ones who walk up,
Will have a big flag!
Made of silk!
To place on top of the hill.
So the rest,
Each individual flag included,
Will know its place.

And the ones who walk inside,
Will have no flags.
No division.

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poem by Erica Borges
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The Chronicles of Nostalgia Part 1 Pick up Something... a memory

Amidst the pain i crawled and reached for
The pocket knife, suddenly a memory to abhor
Slipped through my hands into my mind
I swatted it away along with the flashback I tried to find
My flashbang, for i was sweating anticipating the next enemy
As soon as my fingers impacted the surface a memory did come
A memory of her, but
She is gone... I must forget... I feel confused... must
I just chased my memories around and
Around, but when i got to the end there was a sting
Of pain and angst and a pang of my nostalgia
With shackles of my shadow I once was, I cannot sing
The tune
Of life nor rejoice with love in June
No, school seems just a s hollow
This poem is a personal self pit wallow
This is the tune of nostalgia
Sometimes it has repercussion, others times
After just one rhyme
Life and pain drift away
This very day
Today hear the ballad of those whose
Nostalgia is malignant.

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A Place With No Name

“They tell me you are wicked and I believe them…”
— Carl Sandburg, “Chicago”

This is place with no name,
an imagined ideal, nostalgia
wearing bib overalls, chewing
grass stems, herding cattle,
shearing creamy black-faced
lambs. We carry buckets full
of myths and great expectations.

She hungers for the flavor of buffalo, longs for fresh bones, cougar tracks, wolf dens, the scorch of rapid flames escorting one season into the next, total exchange of life for life, of death for hope.
This is neither fairytale nor ancient pastoral, neither romanticism nor barefoot babes—It is Kinsella’s antipastoral in America.
It is coyotes and coydogs lurking behind walls of fiery thistle, luring pups through horseweeds to razor sharp traps with whimpers and pledges of friendship.

I have seen the earth swallow her own children.
I have seen the sun drink until there was nothing left for the land, until the sunflowers hung their heads in shame and wept dry black tears.

I hear nightly incantations of this place, it howls sober songs—I hear the hollow sounds of owls that warn, the cry of cold winds that begin and end every year—
The indifferent frogs chorus through lightening and spring snow—they think only of their children.
I feel her opening up to swallow again—she baits the trap with illusions of splendor, with promises she will not keep—her hunger never satisfied.
She is my grandmother, my mother, your mother, our sister, the apparition from whom we can hide no better than the prince of Denmark. She speaks in a strange language. We lean in to listen—the bait.

This place still has no name.
The nostalgia rusts.
No one wears overalls anymore.
You must know what the owl means.

The old children throw their weapons to the surface in the wake of silver blades, in the bed of that ash which still remains, in the bed where life meets itself—the old women break their dishes against her surface.
The new children cast themselves into her arms—momentarily quench her thirst with tears—they wait for her to yawn.
Cattle are raised in muddy lots. Pigs never see the grass, never the sun, just grated floors and the pretentious hands that mock her grace.

I have seen the red of factories flow through creeks into ponds and wells. I have seen them celebrate their victories and she will not call out to them—she rejects their bitterness. They are sleeping pills, bad drugs.
I see a dead thing on the road. I know the ringed tail, the hoofed leg, the long snout, the white-gray fur, the domestication gone wrong. The vulture is grateful for our mistakes.

The indifferent frogs sing.
Still. The grass has cancer.
We only think of lambs on Easter.
These buckets are getting too heavy.
I cannot tell a lie.

I killed the tree, used it for books that I bought and never read, used it for walls I take for granted, for heat I could have lived without.
I ate the pig, fed the cattle to my children—we used their bodies for shoes, hats, manufactured food for feral cats and roaming hounds.
I leaned in to hear her faint voice whisper. I tried to kiss her, pulled away when she drew me near, stretched toward her again to hear a family secret.
I fed the vultures a skunk, a raccoon, an armadillo, and two cats that I threw into her long weeds.

I chew her poisonous stems, flirt with her cancer, taunt and dare it, engage it in a war where there can be no victor but her, in a battle I expect to win.

We carry buckets full of
myths and great expectations.

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poem by Jane L. Carman
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Wasting My Time

You think you got it all figured out and wrapped up
Driving in your little red car
You could drive all night around the city
But you won't get far

There's something there on the edge of your mirror
Something you've been hiding for years
If you take a chance if you just take a look
Maybe I can handle your fears

I'm tired of waking up shaking in the dark
Making up what you're gonna do
You can keep your pride you can keep your distance
I never wanted to get that from you
I've had enough of a tough situation
Driving me out of my mind
You can keep your pride and you can keep your distance
I'm only wasting my time

Give me one good reason I should keep it up
You've got so many to spare
You keep it hot but you keep it so we're driving
It just ain't fair

You've got the jam down fired up emotions
I've got the three alarm blues
I can't get to you and you won't come to me
What would you suggest that I do

I'm tired of waking up shaking in the dark
Making up what you're gonna do
You can keep your pride you can keep your distance
I never wanted to get that from you
I've had enough of a tough situation
Driving me out of my mind
You can keep your pride and you can keep your distance
I'm only wasting my time

Half passed three I haven't got a clue
I spent the whole night just burning for you

I'm tired of waking up shaking in the dark
Making up what you're gonna do
You can keep your pride you can keep your distance
I never wanted toget that from you
I've had enough of a tough situation
Driving me out of my mind
Oh you can keep your pride you can keep your distance
I'm only wasting my time
Oh baby

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song performed by Melissa Etheridge
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From A Distance

(alan jackson/randy travis)
Just another bar
With loud guitars
Smoke and candles burning low
And the same ol boys
Their backs to the bar
Staring across a crowded floor
Then I hear a familiar sound
Your voice laughing out loud
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
So I take a chair
In a corner somewhere
You cant see me
But I can look at you
And I remember those times
When I looked in your eyes
The way that he now looks at you
Deep down I know its over
But it hurts me when hes so much closer
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
And if I cant hold you near me
Ill just hold onto your memory
From a distance I can see you
Dancing slowly with somebody new
But I cant hold you like I want to
But I can love you from a distance
Ill always love you from a distance

song performed by Alan Jackson
Added by Lucian Velea
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