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I've always been drawn to Marilyn Monroe, but certain aspects of her story may be too sad to tell.

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A New Marilyn

Got one now with a catholic name
A little less righteous she aint quite the same
Walkin the streets under the media moon
Silvery screen paints her sultry tune
She wears her lipstick outside of the lines
Picture on the cover of the new york times
The mole on her cheek looks like her very own
She lives and breathes in a new marilyn home
Chorus
A new marilyn a new marilyn
Everybodys lookin for a new marilyn
Everywhere I go everywhere I been
Everybodys lookin for a new marilyn
Where would she be after twenty five years
What would she think if she were to hear
Everywhere you look theres somebody new
Trying to replace you trying to replace you marilyn
Chorus
A new marilyn a new marilyn
Everybodys lookin for a new you know who
Everywhere I go everywhere I been
Everybodys lookin for a new marilyn
A new marilyn a new marilyn
Everybodys lookin for a new you know who
Everywhere I go everywhere I been
Everybodys lookin for a new marilyn
Isnt this a great party
Chorus
A new marilyn a new marilyn
Everybodys lookin for a new you know who
Everywhere I go everywhere I been
Everybodys lookin for a new marilyn

song performed by Vonda Shepard
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Why Must I Be Sad?

No more mister nice guy
I love the dead
Ive been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said
Ask me now
I understand the words that alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
I squint at the sun
Sad, sad, sad, sad
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me
Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad)
(sad, sad, sad)
No one knows these things but me and him
So Im writing everything down in a spiral notebook
In the hopes that one day
Other people will feel as low as this
Ask me now
I understand the words that alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
I squint at the sun
Sad, sad, sad, sad
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me
Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad)
No more mister nice guy
I love the dead
Ive been thinking about it
Now I understand what he said
Ask me now
I understand the words that alice said
I kick the rocks beneath me
I squint at the sun
Sad, sad, sad, sad
Why must I be sad?
The rows of dandelions growing all around me
Why must I be sad? (welcome to my nightmare / dead)
Why must I be sad? (babies / raped and freezin / you)
Why must I be sad? (drive me nervous / elected /)
Why must I be sad? (generation landslide / un)
Why must I be sad? (der my wheels / muscle of love /)
Why must I be sad? (schools out / only women bleed /)
Why must I be sad? (billion dollar babies)
Why must I be sad? (sad, sad, sad)
(sad, sad, sad)
(sad, sad, sad)
(sad, sad)

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His Story

Yo, this is a story of a male female threat to society
You know being misjudged and not respected for what we are
But I want to send this special shout out to my girl tawana brawley
Cause no matter what we say or what we do
Theyll always believe his story (ow)
Chorus:
His story (yeahee, yeahee, yeahee)
Hist story (ow)
Theyre gonna believe
His story
His story
Why does it have to be that we get labeled for what we do
Its hard enough for us to be ourselves without being used
Girls have an image too
But when they get mad at you
There is no telling what theyll say to hurt you
This is a story of a male female threat to society
Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh)
His story over mine his story will be his story
And my story is a waste of time (aaaah-aah-aah)
Theyre gonna believe
Chorus
Sometimes I feel like there is no reason for me to explain
No matter how much we complain
You know it all stays the same
They try to call us freaks
Why does it have to be
We cant get justified until we speak up (oooh)
This is a story of a male female threat to society
Why you wanna go and tell a lie on me? (yeahee, yeah, oooh)
His story over mine his story will be his story
And my story is a waste of time (aaaah-aah-aah)
(you know its just a waste of my time)
Theyre gonna believe
His story over mine
So what you gonna do
Dont let it take over you (hey)
My story is a waste of time
Its hard enough to be ourselves without being used
So yo take it from me
Dont be a victim of society
You cant put yourself in a position to be neglected
And disrespected
You have to do whats not expected
Alright
Or all be his story
His story over mine
His story will be his story
(this is a story of) how could you do this to us
Theyre gonna believe

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Sad But The Truth Is On

There are too many bold,
Sad but the truth is on.
And too may all-knowing for their teachers.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they say their teachers can't teach,
Or read, or write to them...
On their lowered levels.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.

Many never knew about a hug to touch.
Sad but the truth is on.
There's just too many needing loving.
Sad but the truth is on.
And they don't believe a lesson taught to them,
Reveals and begins to grow to show.
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

It's so sad about the truth!
The truth for so many has gone.
It's so sad to see it...
Nonexisting.

Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

It's sad about the truth,
Today!
For so many that truth is gone.
It's so sad today...
That,
People sit back to watch it too!
Sad but the truth is on.
It's so sad but the truth is on.

Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
Sad but the truth is on.
Sad but the truth is on.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
'Cause nothing in the air is fair there!
Everybody's talking about a fairness.
But nothing there is fair.
And,
Everything once fair there is gone.
Because nothing in the air is fair,
There!
Sad but the truth is on.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sad In Blue (a lyric)

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
The night is all dark out side
Nowhere to run
Sad sad sad in blue

Into the night hold me tight
Love me babe I need some light
What's wrong and what's right
When shadows dwell and abide

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you

Into the night take a flight
Feelings, touch, everything out sight
Love me with feelings ok
Come come babe now closer stay

Sad sad sad in blue
For sad sad sad you
The moon is all bluish tonight
Is there some star shoot in sight
To wish upon
For sad sad sad you

poem by Peter S. Quinn
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Love And Marilyn Monroe

(after Spillane)

Let us be aware of the true dark gods
Acknowledgeing the cache of the crotch
The primitive pure and pwerful pink and grey
private sensitivites
Wincing, marvelous in their sweetness, whence rises
the future.

Therefore let us praise Miss Marilyn Monroe.
She has a noble attitude marked by pride and candor
She takes a noble pride in the female nature and torso
She articualtes her pride with directness and exuberance
She is honest in her delight in womanhood and manhood.
She is not a great lady, she is more than a lady,
She continues the tradition of Dolly Madison and Clara
Bow
When she says, "any woman who claims she does not like
to be grabbed is a liar!"
Whether true or false, this colossal remark
states a dazzling intention...

It might be the birth of a new Venus among us
It atones at the very least for such as Carrie Nation
For Miss Monroe will never be a blue nose,
and perhaps we may hope
That there will be fewer blue noses because
she has flourished --
Long may she flourish in self-delight and the joy
of womanhood.
A nation haunted by Puritanism owes her homage and
gratitude.

Let us praise, to say it again, her spiritual pride
And admire one who delights in what she has and is
(Who says also: "A woman is like a motor car:
She needs a good body."
And: "I sun bathe in the nude, because I want
to be blonde all over.")

This is spiritual piety and physical ebullience
This is vivd glory, spiritual and physical,
Of Miss Marilyn Monroe.

poem by Delmore Schwartz
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Mr. Me

Once a boy named mister me bemoaned a great regret
I've floundered in the misty sea, but can't abide its mystery
I wound up sad, you bet
So onward go and edward ho into the bounding main
Enjoy the show look out below but mind the misty sea
Or end up sad like mister me
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
So take the hand of mister me and mister, make him glad
To swim the mister misty sea and cease the mister mystery
That mister, made him sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad
He ended up sad
He ended up sad
He ended up really, really, really sad

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The Loves of the Angels

'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!

Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest

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poem by Thomas Moore
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My Lonely Sad Eyes

(transcribed from them's them again album, 1966)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes - lonely
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory
This song that i sing in everything
For you my sad eyes
You'd better fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Woh oh ou, not bad eyes
A glad eyes, but you my sad eyes
Lonely sad eyes
(transcribed from maria mckee singing
On the van morrison songbook, 1997)
Fill me my cup
And i'll drink your sparkling wine
Pretending everything is fine
Till i see your sad eyes
Throw me a kiss
Across a crowded room
Some sunny windswept afternoon
There's none too soon for me to miss
My sad eyes
Oh, not bad eyes
But glad eyes, you my sad eyes
Fortunate and free
And there go you and i
Between the other sky
But who are you and i
To wonder why we do so
My sad eyes, yeah yeah
Oh what a story
Come on in all it's glory

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Marilyn Monroe.

A tragic angel of sex,
A seductive child woman,
A legendary Love Goddess,
A blonde, a beauty persona,
A voice as much voluptuous,
You, Marilyn Monroe,
As betrayed by those who mattered you,
And ill-loved by those who you mattered,
Having taken over doze of sleeping pills,
In 1962, a fateful year of sex hunters,
At the most ripe age of six and thirty,
Over the failure of much cherished
Marital bond with Robert Kennedy,
Had left us high and dry as sex starved.

From a poor soil and from a broken home,
You came out as an illegitimate child.
You were not to die as an invalid.
You found that your body was an asset,
With which you wanted to bet the world,
With which you wanted to take revenge
On all men, low and high, who fell by.
You had slept with many,
Even for a paltry sum.
You sold yourself for your need and growth,
Never for lust. You are not a man hunter.

You were deserted by three husbands.
You were belied by Robert Kennedy.
He wanted your body, not the soul.
You purred every one to lust you and burst
You used sex as a powerful weapon
To fight with and to beat with,
For the rise to the pedestal, so as to love from.

You sought love nowhere.
You lost it everywhere.
Love hungry and name hungry,
You were too fast to find love anywhere.
You had tuned up for men atop.
Had you turned down to fans below,
You could have got fountain of love.
I take pity for your sad death.
The solace is that I had my youth
Before you had had your last breath.
Your erotic profile still is in my memory.
A woman of sacrifice is Marilyn Monroe.
01.05.2002, pakd

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sad Sad Sad

Fling you out into orbit
No one's going to hear you shout
And fools aren't going to follow
You don't send the sleaze about

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

The elephant's in the bedroom
Throwing all his weight about
And I'm locked in the bathroom
Your screaams are gonna drown me out

Now you're sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
Sad sad sad
But you're gonna be fine

I got a cold chill
I get a cool thrill
Are you ready for the gilded cage
Are you ready for the tears of rage
Come on baby

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So Sad - The Riverboat Song B-side

So sad, so sad
So sad, so sad
I didnt want to love you
And you do want nothing at all
So sad, so sad
So sad, so sad
Theres a cold break in my dream
Keeps turning round everything youve said
Its so naked in my brain
Makes it hard to be by myself
Repeat opening verse
And I didnt want to love you
And Im feeling the pain
Stop watching the best things we loved in our life
Was the wind and the sails
And I needed to try for you
Thats lost on the night
And its found in the beautiful store in your eyes
And its making you cry
So sad, its so sad
So sad, so sad
So sad, so sad
I didnt want to love you
And you do nothing at all
Its so sad, so sad
So sad, so sad (x2)

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I loved the movies and I wanted to be like Marilyn Monroe. I thought she was so glamorous and everyone seemed to love her. I wanted to be like that and I told everyone I would be the next Marilyn Monroe.

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Born Out Of Time

Come on out please let me stay here, I wont make any trouble
Whats the idea, you cant stay in here
Come out I tell you
But your dog will bite me
Oh nonsense, major doesnt bite girls
Come on, hurry up, it happens to be raining out here
Ive seen all your movies, at least 3 or 4 times
And have on my wall, a large picture of you
But you were that pretty young star, so long ago
Im born out of time with ya
What can I do
Maybe, Im silly to think wed have made it
But what Id had given to at least had a try
Oh take me back with you 1939
cause black and white movies are making me cry
And born out of time, we slipped hopelessly by
Sophia loren, bridgett bardo, jean harlowe,
Marilyn monroe and marlene deitrich
Youre better, youre better than any Im seeing
Yes, you were a real beauty queen
Oh listen people, has it happened to you yet
The feeling that someone was born out of time
Will you love someone, physically much too young for you
Either way, its a shame, time was so cruel
But its nice that that, generally, isnt the rule
Sophia loren, bridgett bardo, jean harlowe,
Marilyn monroe and marlene deitrich
Youre better, youre better than any Im seeing
Yes, you were a real beauty queen
And clark gables who I should have been

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Silver Screen Sex Sirens

managers producers
editors slicing waste scenes
Marilyn Monroe takes

so many takes
illnesses personal problems
so difficult stars

on screen illusions
sleep disturbances
substance abuses

hypersexuality sex kittens
disturbed interpersonal relationships
model magazine successes

magnetic sex appeals
silver screen bombshells
strong screen presences

Marlene Dietrich

Greta Garbo
Jean Harlow
Marilyn Monroe

make-believe games
solo performances
girl actresses dreams

amateur theatres
inferiority complexes
imaginative minds

soft liquid allure eyes
on-screen chemistry kisses
act out intriguing roles

depression anxieties
life-long melancholies
diverse eccentricities

baby embraces her stars
jet-set wealthy celebrities
well known personalities

celeb watchers
sport of photographers
media admirers

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Of Ancient Mastodon, Sleepy Bee & Young Men Who Leap Too Soon From Bridges - Nightingale Confesses Into Straighter Teeth

'...descend, and of the curveship lend a myth to God.' - Hart Crane

Pueri aeterna, septem cadens
Etiam plures ad

The boys eternal, seven falling
Too many more to come

Jamey Rodemayer
Tyler Clementi
Raymond Chase
Asher Brown
Billy Lucas
Seth Walsh
Justin Aaberg

Sub olivae, pacem
Ut vos omnes adoremus orientatio

Under the olive trees, peace
May you all adore this orientation

******

"I imagine one of the reasons people cling to their
hates so stubbornly is because they sense, once
hate is gone, they will be forced to deal with pain."

- James Baldwin

'Ignacio goes up the tiers
with all his death on his shoulders.
He sought for the dawn
but the dawn was no more.
He seeks for his confident profile
and the dream bewilders him
He sought for his beautiful body
and encountered his opened blood

Do not ask me to see it! '

- Federico Garcia Lorca*

1

Even the pigeons on my stoop are silent now.

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Sad Sad Day

It's a sad sad day
When the lights go dim
It's a sad sad day
When the sun goes down
It's a sad sad day
When it rains
It's a sad sad day
When the moon get's govered by the mist of darkness

It's a sad sad day
When you cry
It's a sad sad day
When I make you lie
It's a sad sad day
When you fail
It's a sad sad day
When you sail in the sea of darkness

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Sad Girl

I seen her at a stoplight on Alverano
Was sittin in a pearl white Eldorado
In a gangsta lean she was revvin' the throttle
Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano
She looked like Selena
The truth couldn't be plainer
She like a gangster boogie
Her mommy calls her cookie
My friends call her a sad girl
'coz her man went away
and he ain't never comin' back
So cry a another tattoo sea
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on
I seen her at the market she was pushin' a stroller
Smokin' on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda
Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her
Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder
She looked like an angel
She talked like the devil
She looked like a stranger
She lived like a rebel
My friends call her a sad girl
'coz her man went away
and he ain't never comin' back
So cry a another tattoo sea
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on
Face that girl we can take this slow
Baby what you looken for? Let me know.
You say you want a man that can give you some dough
You say buy my baby shoes and maybe buy him a coat
and buy my baby food to put down his throat
I won't play you like a hoe, it ain't like that yo
Let me holla at you later, we can go to the show
I aint tryna rock the boat I'm tryna keep you afloat
I seen her at the post office mailin' a letter
She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater
She's talkin' on the pay phone and somethin' upset her
I really wanna hold her but I only just met her
But I could tell she'd been crying
She said she felt like dyin'
She never been so alone, no
She gotta make it on her own now
She's a sad girl 'coz her man went away and he ain't never comin' back
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city

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Sad Song

Staring at my picture book
She looks like mary, queen of scots
She seemed very regal to me
Just goes to show how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wastin my time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
My castle, kids and home
I thought she was mary, queen of scots
I tried so very hard
Shows just how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wasting time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
...

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Paradise Lost: Book 10

Mean while the heinous and despiteful act
Of Satan, done in Paradise; and how
He, in the serpent, had perverted Eve,
Her husband she, to taste the fatal fruit,
Was known in Heaven; for what can 'scape the eye
Of God all-seeing, or deceive his heart
Omniscient? who, in all things wise and just,
Hindered not Satan to attempt the mind
Of Man, with strength entire and free will armed,
Complete to have discovered and repulsed
Whatever wiles of foe or seeming friend.
For still they knew, and ought to have still remembered,
The high injunction, not to taste that fruit,
Whoever tempted; which they not obeying,
(Incurred what could they less?) the penalty;
And, manifold in sin, deserved to fall.
Up into Heaven from Paradise in haste
The angelick guards ascended, mute, and sad,
For Man; for of his state by this they knew,
Much wondering how the subtle Fiend had stolen
Entrance unseen. Soon as the unwelcome news
From Earth arrived at Heaven-gate, displeased
All were who heard; dim sadness did not spare
That time celestial visages, yet, mixed
With pity, violated not their bliss.
About the new-arrived, in multitudes
The ethereal people ran, to hear and know
How all befel: They towards the throne supreme,
Accountable, made haste, to make appear,
With righteous plea, their utmost vigilance
And easily approved; when the Most High
Eternal Father, from his secret cloud,
Amidst in thunder uttered thus his voice.
Assembled Angels, and ye Powers returned
From unsuccessful charge; be not dismayed,
Nor troubled at these tidings from the earth,
Which your sincerest care could not prevent;
Foretold so lately what would come to pass,
When first this tempter crossed the gulf from Hell.
I told ye then he should prevail, and speed
On his bad errand; Man should be seduced,
And flattered out of all, believing lies
Against his Maker; no decree of mine
Concurring to necessitate his fall,
Or touch with lightest moment of impulse
His free will, to her own inclining left
In even scale. But fallen he is; and now
What rests, but that the mortal sentence pass
On his transgression,--death denounced that day?
Which he presumes already vain and void,

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