There is no Garbo, there is no Dietrich, there is only Louise Brooks.
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Louise
Louise
It seemed a long time ago
Louise
Ill always remember that day
I crawled on my knees
Begging you to stay
You made me shiver louise
You made me quiver
Now I do the strangest things
I think such lonely thoughts
Forgetting all
Just forgetting you
Louise
Anything at all
Not to think of you
Anything at all
Dont deny it is not true
Louise
I feel I am getting weaker
A life blue on gloomy waves
I feel I am diving deeper
Into the darkest caves
Theres nothing at all
To find a way
Louise louise louise
My heart used to beat
Now it only weeps
Louise louise louise
Uncared the city sleeps
I am twisted in the streets
I am shivering
Into the strangest things
Lonely thoughts and forgetting you louise
And you promised me
You told me
You told me empty lies
Louise louise louise
( my only cord is not to adore , I have to say, it is my only way )
Louise leave me , leave me
No longer interfere
Louise
Louise
song performed by Xymox
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The Lay of Poor Louise
Ah, poor Louise! the livelong day
She roams from cot to castle gay;
And still her voice and viol say,
Ah, maids, beware the woodland way,
Think on Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! The sun was high,
It smirch'd her cheek, it dimm'd her eye,
The woodland walk was cool and nigh,
Where birds with chiming streamlets vie
To cheer Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! The savage bear
Made ne'er that lovely grove his lair;
The wolves molest not paths so fair-
But better far had such been there
For poor Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! In woody wold
She met a huntsman fair and bold;
His baldric was of silk and gold,
And many a witching tale he told
To poor Louise.
Ah, poor Louise! Small cause to pine
Hadst thou for treasures of the mine;
For peace of mind that gift divine,
And spotless innocence, were thine,
Ah, poor Louise!
Ah, poor Louise! Thy treasure's reft!
I know not if by force or theft,
Or part by violence, part by gift;
But misery is all that's left
To poor Louise.
Let poor Louise some succour have!
She will not long your bounty crave,
Or tire the gay with warning stave-
For Heaven has grace, and earth a grave,
Poor poor Louise.
poem by Sir Walter Scott
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Please Let Me Please
What did you do today?You turned the other way
I tried to kiss you, but you laughed in my face
It's a one thing to do knowin' that I love you
Don't be to hasty; the tables will turn
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Why are you different now? Did I hurt you somehow?
If so, then tell me, but don't laugh in my face
If I said something strong, I'll admit I was wrong
Come on and tell me, but don't laugh in my face
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
break
I always treat you right. Why do you wanna fight?
Go if you want to, but don't laugh in my face
If I try kissin' you, don't make me out a fool
Come and tell me, but don't laugh in my face
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
Please, please, please, let me please ya
Please let me please ya. Please let me, Louise
song performed by Hollies
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Garbo
She had exquisite style
She was upper class
She had supernatural grace
A mlange of aphrodite and venus
Combined with an angels face
She didnt talk to the press
She couldnt care less
She didnt even answer the phone
She said on one occasion, without persuasion:
I want to be left alone
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn
Till the end of time, Ill be with you
Youll be with me, forever in my mind
Its you I see before me, oh oh, garbo
Cest toi que je tadore, oh oh, garbo
A lovers greatest story, oh oh, garbo
They say well thats amore! oh oh, garbo
People say on the day of victory, no fatigue is felt
Garbo, its you that has the power
That makes evry mans heart melt
They say that, when the heart is a fire
Sparks fly out of the cage but beauty is like a good wine,
The taste is sweeter with age
No man can guess in cold blood
What he might do in passion
But the things that he deplores today
Are tomorrows latest fashion
Serving ones own passion
Is the greatest slavery
But if in wanting you
I become your slave
I intend no bravery
From this moment on, from dusk till dawn
Till the end of time, Ill be with you
Youll be with me, forever in my mind
Its you I see before me...
....garbo
song performed by Falco
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Cherokee Louise
Cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the broadway bridge
Were crawling on our knees
Weve got flashlights and batteries
Weve got cold cuts from the fridge
Last year about this time
We used to climb up in the branches
Just to sway there in some breeze
Now the cops on the street
They want cherokee louise
People like to talk
Tongues are waggin over fences
Waggin over phones
All their doors are locked
God she cant even come to our house
But I know where shell go
To the place where you can stand
And press your hands like it was bubblebath
In dust piled high as me
Down under the street
My friend
Poor cherokee louise
Ever since we turned 13
Its like a minefield
Walking to the door
Going out you get the 3rd degree
And comin in you get the 3rd world war
Tuesday after school
We put our pennies on the rails
And when the train went by
We were jumpin round like fools
Goin look no heads or tails
Goin look my lucky prize
She runs home to her foster dad
He opens up a zipper
And he yanks her to her knees
Oh please be here-please
My friend
Poor cherokee louise
Cherokee louise is hiding in this tunnel
In the broadway bridge
Were crawling on our knees
Weve got archie and silver screen
I know where she is
The place where you can stand
And press your hand like it was bubblebath
In dust piled high as me
Down under the street
My friend
Poor cherokee louise
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song performed by Joni Mitchell
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Louise
(clarke / sylvester / hicks)
Louise
Coming on strong cant be too long
Gotta get what my body needs
It needs louise
Louise
Gonna break my heart, gotta make a start
Gotta get it together with louise
Ooh louise
Queen in blue jeans,
Boppin at the hop,
Alive with the jive
Rollin with the rock
Louise
Baby gonna move like lightning
Dont blink your eye
The speed Im gonna do is frightening
Everybody move on over
Im electrified
The speeds comin through like a nova
Verse 1
Verse 2
Verse 3
Sparks are gonna fly igniting
Mr dynamite Im burnin up the night
To light ya
Get ready for the big explosion
Call in the reserves theres gonna be a chain reaction
Verse 1
Verse 2
song performed by Hollies
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Dangerous To Love Things That Perish
for Louise and Morgan
Dangerous to love things that perish
but cowardly not to.
You weren't just a cat.
You were Morgan.
You were
as when I first saw you as a kitten
cupped in Louise's hands
a cloud
a whiff of incense
smoke
a breath
a gust of stars
someone in love had breathed out.
And we loved you.
And now you're dead.
And there are two more people in the world
who can't stop weeping.
Because there is no now
in the suddenness of death
and it's colder in our hearts than it is outside
because your absence
like your body
doesn't have a temperature anymore.
And there's a dagger of darkness
that's thrust through everything
as if God were an assassin
in some kind of video killing game
that put black holes to shame.
Or is it just the impersonality of life
that it seems to derive a cheap thrill
from killing the things it creates
without knowing their names?
Morgan.
Got it.
Morgan the Cat.
A work of genius.
And you'd be a whole lot wiser than you are
not to forget it
because she was a goddess in her own rite.
She was the auroral shapeshifter
that was born a kitten
but grew up to be more than a human
because we always wished
we had more of her characteristics
than the ones we had as a superior species
and we worshipped her
and paid her the attentive kind of tribute
that was and is the natural due of her magical virtues.
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poem by Patrick White
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Thank You Louise
Everyone, when she was young,
They said she was the pretty one
She's lovely now, just watch her as she goes
Waiting for the birds to come
She holds the hands of someone young
Whose mother comes and she sees her and she smiles
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of three
Waiting in the check-out line
The supermarket, Christmas time
She eyes someone who doesn't have the change
Takes a dollar from her purse
She pays and doesn't say a word
She winks and grins and Merry Christmas, friend!'
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of three
In Baltimore, the freezing cold,
That chills her darling to the bone
She leaves her work and quits her job
Her brother lay upon the bed
With broken teeth and busted head
He hears the phone and he knows his brother's dead
Thank you Louise
Thank you Louise
Mother of two.
song performed by Ryan Adams
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Marie Louise
Dis was de story of boy an' girl
Dat 's love each oder above de worl'
But it 's not easy job for mak' l'amour
W'en de girl she 's riche an' de boy he 's poor
All de sam' he don't worry an' she don't cry,
But wait for good chances come bimedy.
Young Marie Louise Hurtubuise
Was leev wit' her meder la veuve Denise
On fines' house on de w'ole chemin
From Caribou reever to St. Germain
For ole woamn 's boss on de grande moulin.
W'ere dere 's nice beeg dam, water all de tam
An'season t'roo runnin' jus' de sam'
Wit' good leetle creek comin' off de hill
Was helpin' de reever for work de mill
So de grande moulin she is never still.
No wonder Denise she was hard to please
W'en de boy come sparkin' Marie Louise
For affer de foreman Bazile is pay
De mill she 's bringin' t'ree dollar a day
An' for makin' de monee, dat 's easy way.
An' de girl Marie, O! she's tres jolie,
Jompin' aroun lak de summer bee
She 's never short plaintee t'ing to do
An' mebbe she ketch leetle honey too,
'Cos she 's jus' as sweet as de morning dew.
An' w'en she was dress on her Sunday bes'
An' walk wit' her moder on seconde mess
Dere 's not'ing is bring de young man so fas'
An' dey stan' on door of church en masse
So res' of de peop' dey can hardly pass.
An' she know musique, 'cos on Chris'mas week
W'en organ man on de church is sick
(S'pose he got de grippe) dat girl she play
Lak college professor, de pries' is say
Till de place it was crowd nearly ev'ry day.
Ole le Curé Belair of St. Pollinaire,
Dat 's parish ten mile noder side riviere,
If he 's not gettin' mad, it was funny t'ing
W'en hees young man fly lak bird on de wing
Wit' nobody lef' behin' to sing.
An' nex' t'ing dey know it 's comin' so
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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Right Before Your Eyes
Every day i sit beside you
On the bus to madison avenue
Work in the big gray store
With the revolving doors
You don't even know my name
I guess that i'm to blame
Don't know the right things to say
So i pretend away
That i'm rudolph valentino
Pull up in my limousine
Oh, won't you come in out of the rain
Things'll never be the same
And then just like greta garbo
You stare like there's no tomorrow
And you'll know what i'm thinking of
Right before your eyes i fall in love with you
Do, do, do ...
Today i'm done with games (today i'm done with games)
Gonna ask you for your name
Say i've been watching you
I even know what you do
Maybe today i'll tell you (maybe today i'll tell you)
I've found the nerve to sell you
On a guy like me
Who wishes that he could be
Your rudolph valentino
Pull up in my limousine
Oh, won't you come in out of the rain
Things'll never be the same
And then just like greta garbo
You stare like there's no tomorrow
And you'll know what i'm thinking of
Right before your eyes i fall in love with you
Do, do, do ...
Right before your eyes i fall in love with you
Right before my eyes you'll say you love me to
Rudolph valentino
I pull up in my limousine
Oh, won't you come in out of the rain
Things'll never be the same
And then just like greta garbo
You stare like there's no tomorrow
And you'll know what i'm thinking of, oo
Do, do, do ...
song performed by America
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The Birth Of Rain
Drifting on a drab Sunday in Perth among the ashtrays and leftover sublimities of the church bells. My studio window above the rooftops a smear of willow and wet pine undulating gently in the stillness that followed the rain. Wolves on the easel, waiting to pay the rent. May of the fifth year into the twenty-first century, fifty-six, I sit in a blizzard of tobacco crumbs because I'm too poor to buy tailor-mades, coughing at the computer, wiping small drops of water like pygmy tears from the Cyclopean eye of the screen that glows with the same effulgence as the dirty sheet of the sky. The main migrations are over, but maybe these words are rosaries of late-returning birds. Two anthracite, boat-tailed grackles on a branch just beyond the grimy glass and a gust of sparrows chirrup like squeaky alternator-belts, manically elated in the wake of the storm that has just passed. My freedoms are more sober, my resurgencies probably less profound than the gray roses I give birth to here at my desk, waiting for one of these terminal urgencies of insight to sway me like a bell.
Maybe Louise later today with her Cola and cassettes, and her rough, voluptuous, laughing humanity scorning the random acids of the vulgar world that schools her, a muse who doesn't take requests, a generous longing that's been through a lot. So I sublimate the root-fires of my leafless batons into an auto-de-fe of white canes tired of trying to tap their way through a maze of sexual creeds, blind. The result? A novel and dozens of poems apples above the worms. And I keep her cats, Morgan and Rain, mother and kitten almost fully grown. There are no humans Louise loves more.
The kitten was born beside me on the couch at one-thirty in the morning while Louise was in the hospital and I read La Mettrie, d'Holbach, Diderot, d'Alembert, Voltaire, Rousseau and Helvetius, eighteenth century French les philosophes. Two days ago, remembering, she asked me to write a poem to celebrate the birth. And it's two hundred and fifteen years since the French revolution went into convulsions and mothered daggers out of its wounds, and we are neither free, nor equal, nor brothers, and the birth of Rain, by association, is only the smallest of iota subscripts below the voluminous pretext of that slaughter, hardly, if at all, a mote that matters; but in a way she was born while the peasants stormed the Bastille, and time sent corpses and ideas floating facedown on one of its more famous rivers of blood all the way to the embryonic comma of this tender, contrary event. And there was honour in being a witness when Morgan jumped up beside me
and lay her head upon my right arm as a pillow, the great red text
with ivory pages open to the public like the Vatican before me
as the soft, gray satchel of her body shuddered with the natal lightning
of a different storm, the quickening eruptions of a different riddle
than the one that dropped its answer like a blade
on the necks of the cropped carnations as I kept on reading, thinking
to run for a towel before deciding not to disturb her,
that a little blood on the couch wouldn't hurt anything
compared to the streams of gore that caked the pages of my book.
And there was a humility in the act of watching, and a trust,
as if a great secret were demanding something of her
she was willing to go through hell to give. And my heart
laboured with her like a sympathetic strawberry, convinced of a miracle,
and even the colder lizards of my mind were awed
by the conception of the material immortality achieved
by the platitudinous genius of replicating genomes,
and who among temples and havens and research labs
could hold a candle to that, and what have I written, or felt, or thought,
that even comes close? And there wasn't a manger,
but the whole of the vast, star trailing night
crowded in behind the adoration of the angel-winged lamps to observe
genesis in the portent of its light
as Morgan rose like a violent squall
and squatting let slip with a howl of wounded passage
a black, sleek pickle of life wrapped in pink ribbons
tied to the tongue-sized kite of a pink placenta
with nothing left to say
while the French Revolution lay open on the table,
crazed with vertical caesarians. Two minutes more
and the afterbirth was eaten, Rain, because she's rippled, blind
because her eyes were queered by the living room light,
groomed and heading for the tit the way
a baby turtle waddles out of its cosmic egg with the world on its back to the sea,
her three-toed paws not yet the heavy seals of tigers,
and stumped by the impasse of continental plates
between the cushions, her first obstruction, tried, but insurmountable, I
appointed myself a force of nature as good as any
and gave her a boost to the bottle, Morgan,
a cat that seldom purrs, purring like dough
at having the cleat of her nipple kneaded into milk.
Two and a half hours I walked and waited to see if she would live;
window to window, through doors and back again, two and a half hours
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Visions Of Johanna
Aint it just like the night to play tricks when youre tryin to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though were all doin our best to deny it
And louise holds a handful of rain, temptin you to defy it
Lights flicker from the opposite loft
In this room the heat pipes just cough
The country music station plays soft
But theres nothing, really nothing to turn off
Just louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of johanna that conquer my mind
In the empty lot where the ladies play blindmans bluff with the key chain
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the d train
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight
Ask himself if its him or them thats really insane
Louise, shes all right, shes just near
Shes delicate and seems like the mirror
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That johannas not here
The ghost of lectricity howls in the bones of her face
Where these visions of johanna have now taken my place
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously
And when bringing her name up
He speaks of a farewell kiss to me
Hes sure got a lotta gall to be so useless and all
Muttering small talk at the wall while Im in the hall
How can I explain?
Oh, its so hard to get on
And these visions of johanna, they kept me up past the dawn
Inside the museums, infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while
But mona lisa musta had the highway blues
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze
Hear the one with the mustache say, jeeze
I cant find my knees
Oh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule
But these visions of johanna, they make it all seem so cruel
The peddler now speaks to the countess whos pretending to care for him
Sayin, name me someone thats not a parasite and Ill go out and say a prayer for him
But like louise always says
Ya cant look at much, can ya man?
As she, herself, prepares for him
And madonna, she still has not showed
We see this empty cage now corrode
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed
The fiddler, he now steps to the road
He writes evrythings been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes
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song performed by Bob Dylan
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Visions Of Johanna
Aint it just like the night to play tricks
When youre tryin to be so quiet?
We sit here stranded, though were all doin our best to deny it.
And louise holds a handful of rain temptin you to defy it.
Lights flicker from the opposite loft.
In this room the heat pipes just cough.
The country music station plays soft,
But theres nothing, really nothing, to turn off.
Just louise and her lover so entwined
And these visions of johanna that conquer my mind.
In the empty lot where the ladies play
Blindmans bluff with the key chain,
And the all-night girls they whisper of escapades out on the d train.
We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight,
Ask himself if its him or them thats really insane.
But louise shes all right, shes just near,
Shes delicate and seems like the mirror,
But she just makes it all too concise and too clear
That johannas not here.
The ghost of lectricity howls in the bones of her face.
Where these visions of johanna have now taken my place.
Now, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriously.
He brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerously,
And when bringing her name up he speaks of her farewell kiss to me.
Hes sure got a lot of gall to be so useless and all,
Muttering small talk at the wall while Im in the hall.
Oh, how can I explain? its so hard to get on
And these visions of johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.
Inside the museums infinity goes up on trial
Voices echo this is what salvation must be like after a while.
But even mona lisa must have had the highway blues,
You can tell by the way she smiles
See the primitive wallflower freeze.
When the jelly-faced women all sneeze,
Hear the one with the mustache say jeeze, I cant find my knees.
Jewels and binoculars hag from the head of the mule,
But these visions of johanna they make it all seem so cruel.
The peddler now speaks to the countess whos pretending to care for him.
Saying name me someone thats not a parasite and Ill go out
And say a prayer for him.
But like louise always says ya cant look at much can ya man?
As she, herself, prepares for him
And madonna she still has not showed,
We see this empty cage now corrode,
Where her cape of the stage once had flowed,
The fiddler, he now steps to the road,
He writes evrythings been returned which was owed
On the back of the fish truck that loads
While my conscience explodes.
The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain
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song performed by Grateful Dead
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Strangers in Time
I'll ever remember the day she left
In a storm, I was so unkind,
I'd hurled the dinner right over her head
At the wall, and it blew her mind!
‘That's it! ' she muttered, and grabbed her bag
Went sailing out of the door,
With never a backward glance at me
Or our lives, forever more!
I sat for a week, just waited, thinking
Soon she'll be coming home,
Sat in the dark and hated, loved,
Then thought I'd better atone,
So I took to the streets, her mother's house
But of her, there wasn't a trace,
I tried her sister and brother's homes
And they slammed the door in my face.
Louise had walked right out of my life
And she wouldn't be coming back,
My world collapsed in a fit of tears
But I had to accept the fact,
I walked unthinking into the road,
Was hit by the local bus,
I vaguely remember the ambulance bell
And waking up in a truss.
There was something odd in that hospital,
I couldn't quite pin it down,
The ward was the long, old-fashioned sort
In a seedy part of town,
I noticed the nurse's uniforms
Were odd, like they used to wear
Back in the fifties, as a kid
I'd had tonsillitis there.
There was more than plenty of time to think
And I went back through my life,
Went back to every decision I'd made
Right up to losing my wife,
If I'd just done this, or just said that
I'd have taken a different tack,
So many ways I'd mishandled things
With no chance of going back.
And there, behind each second of time
Was a choice that we'd have to make,
Two paths had always been open to us
What path did the other path take?
Could there be a parallel universe
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poem by David Lewis Paget
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A Visit From Diotima lll
MM Easy for you to say.
(a pounding at the door. Shouting from outside)
L Hey, cut the racket in there, I'm trying to sleep.
Third time this week! Do you know what time it is?
One more peep, I'll rip your eyes out!
MM Sorry, Louise, really. It won't happen again.
L Right! I'm calling the super, tomorrow...I mean, today.
It's time this building got a little pest control!
MM It won't happen again, Louise. Sorry.
(she leaves)
D So that's Louise. She sounds like a mob of one.
MM Yeah. Now are you amused?
D I hope so-I'm a muse, after all.
MM I mean as in satisfied. Louise was pissed and it's your fault.
D Excuse me? I don't know what you mean.
MM You were singing a little loud. Given the hour.
D Oh, don't try to put this on me! Fine, when you need me around.
But when I need you-it's MY FAULT.
MM Ssh, she'll be back.
D Wuss! Ask me if I care.You might cope with your neighbors
if you had any balls!
MM Diotima, I think it's time.
D (standing up on the bed) Are you throwing me out?
I know my rights! (shouts) RAPA! RAPA!
MM Stop! And watch those heels. This is a water bed.
D The last one in the country! Why don't you get a real bed?
MM My back. Doctor's orders. Besides, I like it.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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The Log Jam
1 Dere 'a s beeg jam up de reever, w'ere rapide is runnin' fas',
2 An' de log we cut las' winter is takin' it all de room;
3 So boss of de gang is swearin', for not'ing at all can pass
4 An' float away down de current till somebody break de boom.
5 'Here 's for de man will tak' de job, holiday for a week
6 Extra monee w'en pay day come, an' ten dollar suit of clothes.
7 'T is n't so hard work run de log, if only you do it quick--
8 W'ere 's de man of de gang den is ready to say, ` Here goes?''
9 Dere was de job for a feller, handy an' young an' smart,
10 Willin' to tak' hees chances, willin' to risk hees life.
11 'Cos many a t'ing is safer, dan tryin' de boom to start,
12 For if de log wance ketch you, dey 're cuttin' you lak a knife.
13 Aleck Lachance he lissen, an' answer heem right away
14 'Marie Louise dat 's leevin' off on de shore close by
15 She 's sayin' de word was mak' me mos' happies' man to-day
16 An' if you ax de reason I 'm ready to go, dat 's w'y.'
17 Pierre Delorme he 's spikin' den, an' O! but he 's lookin' glad.
18 'Dis morning de sam' girl tole me, she mus' say to me, ` Good-bye Pierre.'
19 So no wan can stop me goin', for I feel I was comin' mad
20 An' wedder I see to-morrow, dat 's not'ing, for I don't care.'
21 Aleck Lachance was steady, he 's bully boy all aroun',
22 Alway sendin' de monee to hees moder away below,
23 Now an' den savin' a leetle for buyin' de house an' groun',
24 An' never done t'inkin', t'inkin' of Marie Louise Lebeau.
25 Pierre was a half-breed feller, we call heem de grand Nor' Wes'--
26 Dat is de place he 's leevin' w'en he work for de Compagnie,
27 Dey say he 's marry de squaw dere, never min' about all de res'--
28 An' affer he get hees monee, he 's de boy for de jamboree!
29 Ev'ry wan start off cheerin' w'en dey pass on de log out dere
30 Jompin' about lak monkey, Aleck an' Pierre Delorme.
31 Workin' de sam' as twenty, an' runnin' off ev'ryw'ere,
32 An' busy on all de places, lak beaver before de storm.
33 Den we hear some wan shoutin', an' dere was dat crazy girl,
34 Marie Louise, on de hillside, cryin' an' raisin' row.
35 Could n't do not'ing worser! mos' foolish t'ing on de worl'
36 For Pierre Delorme an' Aleck was n't workin' upon de scow.
37 Bote of dem turn aroun' dere w'en girl is commencin' cry,
38 Lak woman I wance remember, got los' on de bush t'ree day,
39 'Look how de log is movin'! I 'm seein' it wit' ma eye,
40 Come back out of all dem danger!' an' den she was faint away.
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poem by William Henry Drummond
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The Letter
Dear Marlene………
Sweet heart of the dead
Adored by generations not yet born
Marlene we love you.
Your beauty burned the wings of JFK
And brought big John to his knees
For your love, was meant for more.
You shocked the World with a velvet kiss
An elegant truth in a sea of Fools
It took one voice to start a War,
One bullet to unite false prophets
One woman to speak out
You ostracized the Nazis for what they were.
Stood tall, through treason
Did not follow, Hitler’s Spell
Chose to Love America s freedom instead.
When Reapers scythe came
Song and Compassion was your shield.
It Gave comfort to the damned as shell and mortar pound
Your words a respite, from the fear
And your beauty, a reminder.
That love awaits the Soldiers return.
Back to the German farms and the English meadows
For love knows nothing of war.
You witnessed holy sacrilege,
Saw blind disciples fuel the reapers fire
Both sides, in the name of god,
Oh how heaven must have wept
Marlene you dared to question religion,
For Your soul could see through the flames,
While others perished in mortals Pride.
You Asked god to review his plan.
Only you, Marlene could do that
Where have all the flowers gone
Your message to Humanity,
But the Heinkel and the Spitfire
Flew too high to hear
And the flowers of youth
All Eaten by silent sheep, and taken to yet another slaughter.
Yet be proud Marlene
For Your echo awakened a new generation to peace,
Although lasting peace is like true love, so hard to find,
But never the less, a goal we devote our lives to.
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poem by Steven Cooke
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Girl Actresses Dreams
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
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Call Up
Written by ian bairnson
No one ever lived a thousand years
Not like things we do or say
Some of those who really changed this world
We would welcome back today
They could really light the way
So call up otis
Call up marvin
Call for buddy. bring them on
Call for ludwig
And for johann
We need lennon. we mean john
Words live longer than a thousand years
Listen hard to what they say
Single voices that would change this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way
So call up jimi
Lets have stevie
Look for miles to take the floor
Call for billie
Yell for ella
Call up elvis. well need more
So call up einstein
Bring back darwin
Call for newton, and luther king
We need ghandi
Call da vinci
Call for jesus. and ask him in
If we live another thousand years
Who could help along the way?
Some of those who came and changed this world
We would welcome back today
They would really light the way
So call up garbo
Lets have mansfield
Maybe monroe, no shes for sure
Call sinatra
Come on crosby
Is that bogie at the door?
Bring on bergman
How about dietrich
Lets have james dean leave the car
Call picasso
We need monet
Lets have rembrandt and renoir
Call up groucho
Come on gable
Bring on hitchcock and lets get wilde
Come on gershwin
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song performed by Alan Parsons Project
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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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poem by Terence George Craddock
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