When The Frost Is On The Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey cock
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest
As he leaves the house, bareheaded, and goes out to feed the stock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below the clover over-head!
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
Then your apples all is gethered, and the ones a feller keeps
Is poured around the celler-floor in red and yeller heaps;
And your cider-makin' 's over, and your wimmern-folks is through
With their mince and apple butter, and theyr souse and saussage, too!
I don't know how to tell it but ef sich a thing could be
As the Angels wantin' boardin', and they'd call around on me
I'd want to 'commodate 'em all the whole-indurin' flock
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock!
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Unriled Joy
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when the 'Royal Crown' is fairly set upon fair features fine,
Then her sweetness sempiternal needs no coffee to invent
pure parody from paradise, no syllables misspent.
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after When the Frost is on the Punkin James Whitcomb RILEY 1849_1916
and My Life of Riley Joy BURKI-WATSON 1950_20xx
When the Frost is on the Punkin
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock,
And you hear the kyouck and gobble of the struttin' turkey-cock,
And the clackin' of the guineys, and the cluckin' of the hens,
And the rooster's hallylooyer as he tiptoes on the fence;
O, it's then's the times a feller is a-feelin' at his best,
With the risin' sun to greet him from a night of peaceful rest,
As he leaves the house, bare-headed, and goes out to feed the stock,
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
They's something kindo' harty-like about the atmusfere
When the heat of summer's over and the coolin' fall is here —
Of course we miss the flowers, and the blossums on the trees,
And the mumble of the hummin'-birds and buzzin' of the bees;
But the air's so appetizin'; and the landscape through the haze
Of a crisp and sunny morning of the airly autumn days
Is a pictur' that no painter has the colorin' to mock —
When the frost is on the punkin and the fodder's in the shock.
The husky, rusty russel of the tossels of the corn,
And the raspin' of the tangled leaves, as golden as the morn;
The stubble in the furries — kindo' lonesome-like, but still
A-preachin' sermuns to us of the barns they growed to fill;
The strawstack in the medder, and the reaper in the shed;
The hosses in theyr stalls below — the clover overhead! —
O, it sets my hart a-clickin' like the tickin' of a clock,
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L.a. Woman
Well, i just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo,
C'mon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman
L.a. woman sunday afternoon
L.a. woman sunday afternoon
L.a. woman sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say i never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone
Motel money murder madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. mojo risin', mr. mojo risin'
Mr. mojo risin', mr. mojo risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. mojo risin', mr. mojo risin'
Mojo risin', gotta mojo risin'
Mr. mojo risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, i just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood
Bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night,
Woah, c'mon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman
L.a. woman, your my woman
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song performed by Billy Idol
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L. A Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, cmon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman
L.a. woman sunday afternoon x3
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone x2
Motel money murder madness
Lets change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin x2
Got to keep on risin
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin
Mojo risin, gotta mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, gotta keep on risin
Risin, risin
Gone risin, risin
Im gone risin, risin
I gotta risin, risin
Well, risin, risin
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woah, cmon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman, l.a. woman, your my woman
Little l.a. woman, little l.a. woman
L.a. l.a. woman woman, l.a. woman cmon
song performed by Doors
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L. A Woman
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woo, cmon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman
L.a. woman sunday afternoon x3
Drive through your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah
I see your hair is burnin
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin down your freeways
Midnight alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone x2
Motel money murder madness
Lets change the mood from glad to sadness
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin x2
Got to keep on risin
Mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin
Mojo risin, gotta mojo risin
Mr. mojo risin, gotta keep on risin
Risin, risin
Gone risin, risin
Im gone risin, risin
I gotta risin, risin
Well, risin, risin
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin
Woah, ohh yeah
Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their hollywood bungalows
Are you a lucky little lady in the city of light
Or just another lost angel...city of night
City of night, city of night, city of night, woah, cmon
L.a. woman, l.a. woman, l.a. woman, your my woman
Little l.a. woman, little l.a. woman
L.a. l.a. woman woman, l.a. woman cmon
song performed by Doors
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Feelin Down Farther
Tom johnston
Well, the sun is shinin
A new day is here
All the people smilin
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin, mama
No matter what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I dont care for sadness
And I dont need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin is near
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Givin and receivin
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And youll probbly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
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song performed by Doobie Brothers
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Saltbush Bill's Gamecock
'Twas Saltbush Bill, with his travelling sheep, was making his way to town;
He crossed them over the Hard Times Run, and he came to the Take 'Em Down;
He counted through at the boundary gate, and camped at the drafting yard:
For Stingy Smith, of the Hard Times Run, had hunted him rather hard.
He bore no malice to Stingy Smith -- 'twas simply the hand of Fate
That caused his waggon to swerve aside and shatter old Stingy's gate;
And being only the hand of Fate, it follows, without a doubt,
It wasn't the fault of Saltbush Bill that Stingy's sheep got out.
So Saltbush Bill, with an easy heart, prepared for what might befall,
Commenced his stages on Take 'Em Down, the station of Roostr Hall.
'Tis strange how often the men out back will take to some curious craft,
Some ruling passion to keep their thoughts away from the overdraft:
And Rooster Hall, of the Take 'Em Down, was widely known to fame
As breeder of champion fighting cocks -- his forte was the British Game.
The passing stranger within his gates that camped with old Rooster Hall
Was forced to talk about fowls all noght, or else not talk at all.
Though droughts should come, and though sheep should die, his fowls were his sole delight;
He left his shed in the flood of work to watch two game-cocks fight.
He held in scorn the Australian Game, that long-legged child of sin;
In a desperate fight, with the steel-tipped spurs, the British Game must win!
The Australian bird was a mongrel bird, with a touch of the jungle cock;
The want of breeding must find him out, when facing the English stock;
For British breeding, and British pluck, must triumph it over all --
And that was the root of the simple creed that governed old Rooster Hall.
'Twas Saltbush Bill to the station rode ahead of his travelling sheep,
And sent a message to Rooster Hall that wakened him out of his sleep --
A crafty message that fetched him out, and hurried him as he came --
"A drover has an Australian bird to match with your British Game."
'Twas done, and done in half a trice; a five-pound note a side;
Old Rooster Hall, with his champion bird, and the drover's bird untried.
"Steel spurs, of course?" said old Rooster Hall; "you'll need 'em, without a doubt!"
"You stick the spurs on your bird!" said Bill, "but mine fights best without."
"Fights best without?" said old Rooster Hall; "he can't fight best unspurred!
You must be crazy!" But Saltbush Bill said, "Wait till you see my bird!"
So Rooster Hall to his fowl-yard went, and quickly back he came,
Bearing a clipt and a shaven cock, the pride of his English Game;
With an eye as fierce as an eaglehawk, and a crow like a trumbet call,
He strutted about on the garden walk, and cackled at Rooster Hall.
Then Rooster Hall sent off a boy with a word to his cronies two,
McCrae (the boss of the Black Police) and Father Donahoo.
Full many a cockfight old McCrae had held in his empty Court,
With Father D. as the picker-up -- a regular all-round Sport!
They got the message of Rooster Hall, and down to his run they came,
Prepared to scoff at the drover's bird, and to bet on the English Game;
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poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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R U Feel' In Me
**aaliyah hums**
Verse 1:
I know in my heart, i know in my mind,
We're meant to be, are you feelin' me yo.
I'm the girl in your life, i'm the one you call wife,
And i need to know, are you feelin' me yo
Is there anyone else, that can do it the best,
Give you things you need, well it must be me.
I got very big dreams and the fantasies,
But i need to know, are you feeling' me yo
Chorus:
Boy are you feelin' me (yeah yeah), cause i'm feelin' you (hmmm),
Somethin' in my heart, tells me your the one
Are you feelin' me (feelin me), cause i'm feelin' you (feelin you),
Somethin' in my heart (yeaaa), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me yo
Verse 2:
I'm crazy for you (what), i'm falling for you (whoa),
I got feelins for you (what), are you lovin' me yo. (whoa)
Tell me if it's our time (what), do i blow your mind,(whoa)
Cause i need to know (what), put my life on the line(whoa),
I'm gon' give you my heart (what), all the love that i own (whoa),
But before i do that (what), are you feelin' me yo (whoa).
Anything for you (what), cause i'm big on you(whoa),
But i need to know(what), are you lovin' me yo(whoa)
Chorus:
Boy (boy) are you feelin' me (whooooh), cause i'm feelin' you (yoooo),
Somethin' in my heart (oooh), tells me your the one
Are you feelin' me (me yeah), cause i'm feelin' you,
Somethin' in my heart, are you feelin me yo
Bridge by timbaland
Umm yeah (are you feelin' this yo)
Hey ooh (are you feelin' this yo)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (are yo feelin'this yo)
Ficky, ficky, ficky, fikcy, switch!
Are you feelin' me baby baby yeah
Let me talk to em for a minute,
Who is the best, makin' these beats, who could it be?
Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin' this yo,
Are you feelin' this yo, oh oh, who is the best,
Makin these beats, who can it be (t t)
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo
Are you feelin this yo, whoa whoa
Who is the best (what), makin' these beats (whoa), who could it be (what)?
Are you feelin' this yo (what), are you feelin' this yo, (whoa)
Are you feelin' this yo (what), oh oh (whoa), who is the best (what),
Makin these beats (whoa), who can it be (what)(heeey)
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what) whoa whoa
You neva saw it comin shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
song performed by Aaliyah
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Feelin You
Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Chorus:
Im feelin you (comon)
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see? (com on)
Theres a love goin down
Im feelin you (com on)
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see? (com on)
I will always be around
Verse 1: (olamide)
Every time I think about love
I think about us...yea
Cuz its the way you be making me feel
And you know its real
And I cant stop givin it up...mmhm
When I feel that you need my love
All you do is call on me
And baby you will see
Im all that you need
Chorus:
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?
Theres a love goin... down
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?
I will always be around
Verse 2: (olamide)
Every time like you come around
Im wearing a smile
You got me mesmerized, hypnotized
When I look into your eyes
Youre all that I see
And I cant stop givin it up...oh no
When you feel that you need my love...yea
All you do is say my name
And dont you be ashamed
If you feel the same
Chorus:
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?
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song performed by Imajin
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The Song at Cock-Crow
1918 -- Ille autem iterum negavit.
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He shrank from the cudgel, the scourge and the cord,
But followed far off to see what they would do,
Till the cock crew--till the cock crew--
After Gethsemane, till the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas only a maid in the palace who heard,
As he sat by the fire and warmed himself through.
Then the cock crew! Then the cock crew!
("Though also art one of them.") Then the cock crew!
The first time that Peter denied his Lord
He had neither the Throne, nor the Keys nor the Sword--
A poor silly fisherman, what could he do,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But weep for his wickedness when the cock crew?
. . . . . .
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
He was Fisher of Men, as foretold by the Word,
With the Crown on his brow and the Cross on his shoe,
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
In Flanders and Picardy when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Mary the Mother in Heaven Who heard,
She grieved for the maidens and wives that they slew
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
At Tirmonde and Aerschott when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
The Babe in the Manger awakened and stirred,
And He stretched out His arms for the playmates
He knew--
When the cock crew--when the cock crew--
But the waters had covered them when the cock crew!
The next time that Peter denied his Lord
'Twas Earth in her agony waited his word,
But he sat by the fire and naught would he do,
Though the cock crew--though the cock crew--
Over all Christendom, though the cock crew!
The last time that Peter denied his Lord,
The Father took from him the Keys and the Sword,
And the Mother and Babe brake his Kingdom in two,
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poem by Rudyard Kipling
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The Cock And The Fox: Or, The Tale Of The Nun's Priest
There lived, as authors tell, in days of yore,
A widow, somewhat old, and very poor;
Deep in a dale her cottage lonely stood,
Well thatched, and under covert of a wood.
This dowager, on whom my tale I found,
Since last she laid her husband in the ground,
A simple sober life, in patience led,
And had but just enough to buy her bread;
But huswifing the little Heaven had lent,
She duly paid a groat for quarter rent;
And pinched her belly, with her daughters two,
To bring the year about with much ado.
The cattle in her homestead were three sows,
An ewe called Mally, and three brinded cows.
Her parlour window stuck with herbs around,
Of savoury smell; and rushes strewed the ground.
A maple-dresser in her hall she had,
On which full many a slender meal she made,
For no delicious morsel passed her throat;
According to her cloth she cut her coat;
No poignant sauce she knew, nor costly treat,
Her hunger gave a relish to her meat.
A sparing diet did her health assure;
Or sick, a pepper posset was her cure.
Before the day was done, her work she sped,
And never went by candle light to bed.
With exercise she sweat ill humours out;
Her dancing was not hindered by the gout.
Her poverty was glad, her heart content,
Nor knew she what the spleen or vapours meant.
Of wine she never tasted through the year,
But white and black was all her homely cheer;
Brown bread and milk,(but first she skimmed her bowls)
And rashers of singed bacon on the coals.
On holy days an egg, or two at most;
But her ambition never reached to roast.
A yard she had with pales enclosed about,
Some high, some low, and a dry ditch without.
Within this homestead lived, without a peer,
For crowing loud, the noble Chanticleer;
So hight her cock, whose singing did surpass
The merry notes of organs at the mass.
More certain was the crowing of the cock
To number hours, than is an abbey-clock;
And sooner than the matin-bell was rung,
He clapped his wings upon his roost, and sung:
For when degrees fifteen ascended right,
By sure instinct he knew ’twas one at night.
High was his comb, and coral-red withal,
In dents embattled like a castle wall;
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poem by John Dryden
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Are U Feelin Me
**aaliyah hums**
Verse 1:
I know in my heart, I know in my mind,
Were meant to be, are you feelin me yo.
Im the girl in your life, Im the one you call wife,
And I need to know, are you feelin me yo
Is there anyone else, that can do it the best,
Give you things you need, well it must be me.
I got very big dreams and the fantasies,
But I need to know, are you feeling me yo
Chorus:
Boy are you feelin me (yeah yeah), cause Im feelin you (hmmm),
Somethin in my heart, tells me your the one
Are you feelin me (feelin me), cause Im feelin you (feelin you),
Somethin in my heart (yeaaa), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me yo
Verse 2:
Im crazy for you (what), Im falling for you (whoa),
I got feelins for you (what), are you lovin me yo. (whoa)
Tell me if its our time (what), do I blow your mind,(whoa)
Cause I need to know (what), put my life on the line(whoa),
Im gon give you my heart (what), all the love that I own (whoa),
But before I do that (what), are you feelin me yo (whoa).
Anything for you (what), cause Im big on you(whoa),
But I need to know(what), are you lovin me yo(whoa)
Chorus:
Boy (boy) are you feelin me (whooooh), cause Im feelin you (yoooo),
Somethin in my heart (oooh), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me (me yeah), cause Im feelin you,
Somethin in my heart, are you feelin me yo
Bridge by timbaland
Umm yeah (are you feelin this yo)
Hey ooh (are you feelin this yo)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (are yo feelinthis yo)
Ficky, ficky, ficky, fikcy, switch!
Are you feelin me baby baby yeah
Let me talk to em for a minute,
Who is the best, makin these beats, who could it be?
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo,
Are you feelin this yo, oh oh, who is the best,
Makin these beats, who can it be (t t)
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo
Are you feelin this yo, whoa whoa
Who is the best (what), makin these beats (whoa), who could it be (what)?
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo, (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what), oh oh (whoa), who is the best (what),
Makin these beats (whoa), who can it be (what)(heeey)
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what) whoa whoa
You neva saw it comin shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!
song performed by Aaliyah
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Happy Easter
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do the clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be a rooster,
Crowing before dawn everyday.
Who wants to be that rooster?
Who wants to be that rooster?
To strut and cluck for someone sleeping,
To get up.
And do that if programmed before the dawn shows up.
And if that rooster gets into a rut...
Who will then do,
The clucking?
Or wake up,
To collect the eggs!
'Happy Easter'
~Do you notice anything different about those eggs? ~
'Yeah!
They are colored.
Why? '
~They are for the Easter Egg Hunt.
Put them back.~
'Oh!
I must be dreaming.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean
Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
This is the forest primeval; but where are the hearts that beneath it
Leaped like the roe, when he hears in the woodland the voice of the huntsman
Where is the thatch-roofed village, the home of Acadian farmers,--
Men whose lives glided on like rivers that water the woodlands,
Darkened by shadows of earth, but reflecting an image of heaven?
Waste are those pleasant farms, and the farmers forever departed!
Scattered like dust and leaves, when the mighty blasts of October
Seize them, and whirl them aloft, and sprinkle them far o'er the ocean
Naught but tradition remains of the beautiful village of Grand-Pre.
Ye who believe in affection that hopes, and endures, and is patient,
Ye who believe in the beauty and strength of woman's devotion,
List to the mournful tradition still sung by the pines of the forest;
List to a Tale of Love in Acadie, home of the happy.
PART THE FIRST
I
In the Acadian land, on the shores of the Basin of Minas,
Distant, secluded, still, the little village of Grand-Pre
Lay in the fruitful valley. Vast meadows stretched to the eastward,
Giving the village its name, and pasture to flocks without number.
Dikes, that the hands of the farmers had raised with labor incessant,
Shut out the turbulent tides; but at stated seasons the flood-gates
Opened, and welcomed the sea to wander at will o'er the meadows.
West and south there were fields of flax, and orchards and cornfields
Spreading afar and unfenced o'er the plain; and away to the northward
Blomidon rose, and the forests old, and aloft on the mountains
Sea-fogs pitched their tents, and mists from the mighty Atlantic
Looked on the happy valley, but ne'er from their station descended
There, in the midst of its farms, reposed the Acadian village.
Strongly built were the houses, with frames of oak and of hemlock,
Such as the peasants of Normandy built in the reign of the Henries.
Thatched were the roofs, with dormer-windows; and gables projecting
Over the basement below protected and shaded the doorway.
There in the tranquil evenings of summer, when brightly the sunset
Lighted the village street and gilded the vanes on the chimneys,
Matrons and maidens sat in snow-white caps and in kirtles
Scarlet and blue and green, with distaffs spinning the golden
Flax for the gossiping looms, whose noisy shuttles within doors
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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Love Island
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House house, house house
House, house, house, house
House, house, house, house
House, house, house, house
House, house, house, house
House house house house, house house house house
House house house house, house house house house
House
House
House
song performed by Fatboy Slim
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I Choose To Be A Rooster
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
And before the dawn,
I can disturb your sleep.
And as the Sun arises,
You wont hear from me a peep.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed from being locked up inside of a coop.
I can strut it like a rooster,
Recently freed.
I can strut it like a rooster,
To cluck as I please.
Because,
I choose to be a rooster.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Feelin'
when you give what's in your heart
to the one you love
you want them to give their love back to you
when every kiss and every smile
mean the world to you
then you've got it bad
don't need a cure for what you're going through
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
when every look and touch
makes you come undone
and you can't believe this feelin' is real
when the sound of someone's name
gives you butterflies
don't wander why 'cause you can be sure
that you're in love
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
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song performed by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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Feelin' (Love To Infinity Remix) (bonus track)
when you give what's in your heart
to the one you love
you want them to give their love back to you
when every kiss and every smile
mean the world to you
then you've got it bad
don't need a cure for what you're going through
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
when every look and touch
makes you come undone
and you can't believe this feelin' is real
when the sound of someone's name
gives you butterflies
don't wander why 'cause you can be sure
that you're in love
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
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song performed by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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Feelin
When you give whats in your heart, to the one you love
You want them to give their love back to you
When every kiss and every smile mean the world to you
Then youve got it bad
Dont need a cure for what youre going through
This feelin inside you cant let it hide
Feelin, never stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never stop that feelin
There aint nothin you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
When every look and every touch makes you come undone
And you cant believe this feelin is real
When the sound of someones name gives you butterflies
Dont wonder why cause you can be sure
That youre in love
This feelin inside you cant let it hide
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
There aint nothing you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
There aint nothing you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy ooh ho hoo
song performed by Gloria Estefan
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The House Of Dust: Complete
I.
The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.
And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.
'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.
We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .
Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.
Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.
II.
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Tamar
I
A night the half-moon was like a dancing-girl,
No, like a drunkard's last half-dollar
Shoved on the polished bar of the eastern hill-range,
Young Cauldwell rode his pony along the sea-cliff;
When she stopped, spurred; when she trembled, drove
The teeth of the little jagged wheels so deep
They tasted blood; the mare with four slim hooves
On a foot of ground pivoted like a top,
Jumped from the crumble of sod, went down, caught, slipped;
Then, the quick frenzy finished, stiffening herself
Slid with her drunken rider down the ledges,
Shot from sheer rock and broke
Her life out on the rounded tidal boulders.
The night you know accepted with no show of emotion the little
accident; grave Orion
Moved northwest from the naked shore, the moon moved to
meridian, the slow pulse of the ocean
Beat, the slow tide came in across the slippery stones; it drowned
the dead mare's muzzle and sluggishly
Felt for the rider; Cauldwell’s sleepy soul came back from the
blind course curious to know
What sea-cold fingers tapped the walls of its deserted ruin.
Pain, pain and faintness, crushing
Weights, and a vain desire to vomit, and soon again
die icy fingers, they had crept over the loose hand and lay in the
hair now. He rolled sidewise
Against mountains of weight and for another half-hour lay still.
With a gush of liquid noises
The wave covered him head and all, his body
Crawled without consciousness and like a creature with no bones,
a seaworm, lifted its face
Above the sea-wrack of a stone; then a white twilight grew about
the moon, and above
The ancient water, the everlasting repetition of the dawn. You
shipwrecked horseman
So many and still so many and now for you the last. But when it
grew daylight
He grew quite conscious; broken ends of bone ground on each
other among the working fibers
While by half-inches he was drawing himself out of the seawrack
up to sandy granite,
Out of the tide's path. Where the thin ledge tailed into flat cliff
he fell asleep. . . .
Far seaward
The daylight moon hung like a slip of cloud against the horizon.
The tide was ebbing
From the dead horse and the black belt of sea-growth. Cauldwell
seemed to have felt her crying beside him,
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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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