Ban The Void
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Grandma stopped baking cakes.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
Brought me my first heartbreak.
Tch.
Ban the void.
I told her I couldn't take it.
She 'had' to bake another cake for me!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she was going on strike!
Tch.
Ban the void.
And even though I didn't like it!
Tch.
Ban the void.
She's not gonna cook in the kitchen,
She's itching to do something else to please!
Tch
Ban the void.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She brought herself a brand new car.
Tch.
Ban the void.
Tch, tch.
And drove to wherever she wanted.
Tch.
Ban the void.
She said she had her own special needs.
And will come and go whenever that need pleases!
Tch.
Ban the void.
I got so annoyed...
And I tried to stop that void deep down in me!
Oh...
Ban the void!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Silver
Nirvana- Silver
Mom and dad went to a show
They dropped me off at Grandpa Joe's
I kicked and screamed, said please don't go
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Had to eat my dinner there
Mashed potatoes and stuff like that
I couldn't chew my meats too good
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
She said, well, don't you start your crying
Go outside and ride your bike
That's what I did, I killed my toe
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
After dinner, I had ice cream
I fell asleep and watched TV
I woke up in my mother's arms
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
Grandma take me home
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From Seats to Feet
A style that brings the people,
From seats to feet...
Is something that isn't easily done.
Especially if more than a few are pleased.
This is a skill of a master,
Unmasked.
And more than any other,
Who has crafted a task.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
A style that brings the people,
From seats to feet...
Is something that isn't easily done.
This is a skill of a master,
Unmasked.
And more than any other,
Who has crafted a task.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
No need to ask a master what is the task.
When people move from seats to feet,
They've been razz-a-ma-tazzed.
And it...
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
It takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
Yes it,
Takes a chef to know just how to bake a cake.
To whip a cake to taste takes more than a...
Shake and bake!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi
Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
"We have been young, too,—come, there's greater guilt!
"Let him but decently disembroil himself,
"Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud,—
"We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch!
And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast
As if I were a phantom: now 't is—"Friend,
"Collect yourself!"—no laughing matter more—
"Counsel the Court in this extremity,
"Tell us again!"—tell that, for telling which,
I got the jocular piece of punishment,
Was sent to lounge a little in the place
Whence now of a sudden here you summon me
To take the intelligence from just—your lips!
You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most,—
That she I helped eight months since to escape
Her husband, was retaken by the same,
Three days ago, if I have seized your sense,—
(I being disallowed to interfere,
Meddle or make in a matter none of mine,
For you and law were guardians quite enough
O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help)—
And that he has butchered her accordingly,
As she foretold and as myself believed,—
And, so foretelling and believing so,
We were punished, both of us, the merry way:
Therefore, tell once again the tale! For what?
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile?
My masters, there's an old book, you should con
For strange adventures, applicable yet,
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Grandma Sang A Special
Grandma sang a special in Montgomery
In the church where her youngest preached the word
He turned the tape recorder on and caught it
And still today, my Grandma can be heard
Grandma sang “I know who holds tomorrow”
And she sang it loud for everyone to hear
Today my Grandma’s singing it for Jesus
‘Cause he held a place for her in heaven’s choir
Grandma sang a special in Montgomery
And every time I hear that tape today
If I shut my eyes and listen to it closely
It seems like she is right here in this place
Grandma sang “I know who holds tomorrow”
And she sang it loud for everyone to hear
Today my Grandma’s singing it for Jesus
‘Cause he held a place for her in heaven’s choir
Grandma sings her specials now in heaven
And I’m sure that all who hear her say Amen!
I look forward to the day I’ll be in heaven
And, in person, I’ll hear Grandma sing again
Grandma sang “I know who holds tomorrow”
And I know he holds tomorrow for me too
One day he’ll come back and take me with him
‘Cause he held a place for me in heaven too
Grandma sang “I know who holds tomorrow”
And she sang it loud for everyone to hear
Today my Grandma’s singing it for Jesus
‘Cause he held a place for her in heaven’s choir
Copyright: C R Clark -9/13/08
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Virginia's Story
Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.
She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.
When she was old enough she got married.
First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.
Agnes was my mother.
Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
Then grandma Elizabeth married a man by the name of Mr. Wooten.
He had a German name, but I don't think he was German.
She took his last name after they got married.
Then they moved to West Virginia in the United States.
Their son, Frank Gates Jr. Became a delegate in the democratic party.
He use to get into a lot of trouble because he liked to fight.
He was a delegate from the 1940's to 1970's.
He died of gout in the 1970's.
Anna was a maid and cook.
She baked cakes and stuff for people as a side line.
She had a hump on her back (scoliosis) .
She had to walk with a cane.
She could cook good though.
She did this kind of work all of her life, just like her mom, Elizabeth
They were both good cooks
They had a lot of money because they had these skills
Especially when people had parties.
Because they would make all of this food and then they would have left-overs.
We got to eat a lot of stuff we normally wouldn't get because of that.
When they cooked, they didn't use no measuring stuff, they would just use there hand.
My moms name was Agnes Barrie Gates.
She married James Wright and moved to Cleveland.
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Take Your Life Off Pause
If you hesitate to bake it,
You or anyone will get to taste the cake.
Why is there a procrastination?
What is it you await to negotiate?
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless becomes the time wasted.
Take your life off pause,
Because you're seeking first to appease.
Take your life off pause,
Add to your life flavor.
Don't be afraid to dip into mystique.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause.
And...
Eliminate those tightened jaws.
You will never know how that cake is rated.
Or even worthy of debate.
If you hestitate to bake it,
Pointless is the time you waste.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Why negotiate?
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
Don't wait too late.
Take your life off pause!
Bake and taste it.
And...
Take your life off pause.
There is no need to debate.
Take your life off pause and bake it.
Take your life off pause and bake that cake.
Take your life off pause don't you fake it.
Take your life off pause don't wait too late.
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The-Bad-Taste-It-Makes
When it comes,
It comes not to leave.
It seems to stay there eternally.
When it comes,
It's hard to breathe free.
Eventually it's shown on one's sleeve.
Heartbreak!
No fake the aching.
Or escape,
The wounds inflicted hard to shake.
Heartbreak!
No fake the chasing.
Or erase,
The bad taste it makes.
When it comes,
It's hard to breathe free.
Eventually it's shown on one's sleeve.
Heartbreak!
So hard it is to go away.
Heartbreak!
No fake the aching.
Or escape,
The bad taste it makes.
When it comes,
It comes not to leave.
It seems to stay there eternally.
Heartbreak!
No fake the chasing.
Or eliminate,
The-bad-taste-it-makes.
When it comes,
It comes not to leave.
Heartbreak!
No fake the aching.
Heartbreak!
No fake the chasing.
When it comes,
It comes not to leave.
Heartbreak!
No fake the aching.
Heartbreak!
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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Grandma’s Little Angel
Grandma’s little angel is what you will be called, sent to us from the wings of another angel, heaven has a kiss of blessing with your name all around it, a loving gift from God “Grandma little Angel.”
Grandma’s little angel is who we are waiting for; I have been blessed with a grandchild that I will love forever more.
Grandma’s little angel I will truly adore, cherish the ground she walk upon, kiss her baby feet, hold her tiny hands until she falls to sleep.
Grandma’s little angel the apple of my eyes a wonderfully feeling of joy until the day I die. Little angel kiss my heart, touched my soul I can’t wait until the day comes that I could behold “Grandma’s little angel.”
Grandma’s little angel has already embraced my soul, our eyes has not yet seen the love that will soon unfold. She is my little light the fire that burns deep from within Grandma’s little Angel a kiss from heaven sent.
Grandma’s Little Angel from blossoms flowers grows, beautifully like a red wine rose touched my heart like no one really knows.
Grandma’s little angel I did not fully understand the blessing that was sent from God’s loving hand, he opened my eyes so I can clearly see the love that he in trusted in thee.
poem by Kimbaline Navas
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III. The Other Half-Rome
Another day that finds her living yet,
Little Pompilia, with the patient brow
And lamentable smile on those poor lips,
And, under the white hospital-array,
A flower-like body, to frighten at a bruise
You'd think, yet now, stabbed through and through again,
Alive i' the ruins. 'T is a miracle.
It seems that, when her husband struck her first,
She prayed Madonna just that she might live
So long as to confess and be absolved;
And whether it was that, all her sad life long
Never before successful in a prayer,
This prayer rose with authority too dread,—
Or whether, because earth was hell to her,
By compensation, when the blackness broke
She got one glimpse of quiet and the cool blue,
To show her for a moment such things were,—
Or else,—as the Augustinian Brother thinks,
The friar who took confession from her lip,—
When a probationary soul that moved
From nobleness to nobleness, as she,
Over the rough way of the world, succumbs,
Bloodies its last thorn with unflinching foot,
The angels love to do their work betimes,
Staunch some wounds here nor leave so much for God.
Who knows? However it be, confessed, absolved,
She lies, with overplus of life beside
To speak and right herself from first to last,
Right the friend also, lamb-pure, lion-brave,
Care for the boy's concerns, to save the son
From the sire, her two-weeks' infant orphaned thus,
And—with best smile of all reserved for him—
Pardon that sire and husband from the heart.
A miracle, so tell your Molinists!
There she lies in the long white lazar-house.
Rome has besieged, these two days, never doubt,
Saint Anna's where she waits her death, to hear
Though but the chink o' the bell, turn o' the hinge
When the reluctant wicket opes at last,
Lets in, on now this and now that pretence,
Too many by half,—complain the men of art,—
For a patient in such plight. The lawyers first
Paid the due visit—justice must be done;
They took her witness, why the murder was.
Then the priests followed properly,—a soul
To shrive; 't was Brother Celestine's own right,
The same who noises thus her gifts abroad.
But many more, who found they were old friends,
Pushed in to have their stare and take their talk
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A Room At The Heartbreak Hotel
From where I stand
I can see thrugh you
From where youre sitting, pretty one
I know it got to you
I see the stars in your eyes
You want the truth, but you need the lies
Like judy garland, like valentino
You give your life for rock n roll
Uh huh
Stand, were on a landslide of love
You got everything you want
But what you need you give away
For primitive love
And a ride on the mistery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart...
The heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak
Heartbreak hotel
You say its love, its not the money
You let them suck your life out like honey
Turning tricks, youre on the street
Selling your kisses so bittersweet
[gospel voices]
A primitive love
A and a ride on the mistery train
A primitive love
A room at the heart
The heartbreak hotel
A room at the heartbreak, the heartbreak,
The heartbreak hotel, hotel
[repeat until end]
song performed by U2
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Making It Real
Making it real,
Is like a good meal...
One gets to taste.
In a moment that can not be replaced,
When making it real.
Makin it real,
And using all...
Ingredients.
Gives a joy as if this is heaven sent.
When making it real.
Making it real,
Is a feeling no one can ever rate.
And those exposed,
Will appreciate...
The taste of what is real.
Making it real...
Shake it up before you bake it.
And using all ingredients.
Shake it then you bake it.
Gives a joy,
As if heaven sent.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
Making it real,
Is like a good meal...
One gets to taste.
In a moment that can not be replaced,
When making it real.
Making it real...
Shake it up before you bake it.
And using all ingredients.
Shake it then you bake it.
Gives a joy,
As if heaven sent.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
Shake it up before you bake it.
When making it real.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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N.e. Heartbreak
In store signing autographs at the mall
Next in line was a fly girl standing tall
Signed my name and said give me a call baby ya know
The girl screamed and fainted panic on the floor
The body gaurd pulled us the back door
I never saw her anymore- it was an in-store heartbreak
Live at five interview for channel 2
Saw a cutie thought she was on the t.v. cre
She said after the show (i'll be waiting for you) cool
After the show she got into the car and what a scence
Her dad was the driver of the limosuine
I didn't know she was only thirteen
It was a young girl heartbreak
People think we don't get lonely
But we're far away from home
One minute 20,000 people
But then they go home, we're alone
It's off to another city
Where everybody knows my name
But when i meet that perfect honey
Is it me she wants or is it my fame
Girlies and groupies and parties all night
Is the life that can lead you to a n.e. heartbreak
From city to city our friends and our fans
They're the ones who can keep us from having
N.e. heartbreak
Center stage n.e. was groovin'
The beatwas hard
And the girlies were movin'
There she was third row center coolin'
She was cold
Last note of the last song
House lights up they came on
When i looked she was gone
It was a 3rd row heartbreak
People think our life is easy
'cause they think we've got it made
But we're living underpressure
Just to be on top
And to give the best that we can give you
And to never let you down
We'll keep strivin' for perfection
N.e. heartbreak is coming to your town
Beware of n.e. heartbreak
Spreading fast and there's no cure
No need to run from heartache
It's gonna get you, get you for sure
Called up my girl and said
Meet me on the tour
I got a suite cold chillin' on the 50th floior
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song performed by New Edition
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Pickney Red
Once lived a little black gal
And in de town dem said
Dat she wore a bright red cloak
So dem call her ‘Pickney Red.'
‘To grandma yu must gwan'
Her mudder sweetly said.
‘And tek dis wicker basket
Mi dear, dear, Pickney Red.'
So off she skipped quite happily
Without nu fear nor dread
Tru' de dark, dark woods
De basket nuff, nuff spread.
But poor Red never realized
Dat way up on ahead,
Lived a nasty, dutty wolf
And him name was Mr Fred.
‘What's yu name missy? '
Asked de cunning Mr Fred.
‘Why sir, yu nu know?
Dem called mi ‘Pickney Red.'
‘And where yu di gwan
With dat basket full of bread? '
‘Mi gwan to see mi grandmudder
Who lives far, up a-head
‘Yu wi get there quick, quick, quick
If yu tek dat route instead.'
‘Oh tank yu sir, so kindly'
And off skipped ‘Pickney Red.'
De Wolf him very swift
And found grandmudder in bed
He gobbled her up in one
And put her cap pon him head.
Red bang pan Grandma's door
‘Come in, mi Pickney Ned? '
‘No Grandma ah mi, ah mi,
Yu darling Pickney Red.'
‘Oh, Ah yu.' crocked de wolf-
‘Have yu brought mi hard-dough bread? '
‘Oh yes Grandma, dem freshly baked.
But yu voice! ' Gasped, Pickney Red.
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Bringin On The Heartbreak
Gypsy, sittin lookin pretty
The broken rose with laughin eyes
Youre a mystery, always runnin wild
Like a child without a home
Youre always searching, searching for a feeling
That its easy come and easy go
Oh Im sorry but its true
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Takin all the best of me
Oh cant you see?
You got the best of me
Whoah cant you see?
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Bringin on the heartache
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Bringin on the heartache
Cant you see?
Oh whoah
Youre such a secret, misty eyed and shady
Lady how you hold the key
Oh youre like a candle, your flame slowly fadin
Burnin out and burnin me
Cant you see?
Just try and say to you
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Takin all the best of me
Oh cant you see?
You got the best of me
Whoah cant you see?
Cant you see?
No no no
You got the best of me
Oh cant you see?
You got the best of me
Whoah cant you see?
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Bringin on the heartache
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Bringin on the heartache
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
Bringin on the heartache
Youre bringin on the heartbreak
song performed by Def Leppard
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Heartbreak Hill
(emmylou harris/paul kennerley)
Long long time ago when we were young
You swore to me I would be the one
I would be the one you loved
But we had to part
You asked me to wait for you
To keep you in my heart
To keep you in my heart
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Now maybe I am the foolish kind to think of you so long
Have you found another love
Am I still the one
Am I still the one for you
But youre far away
Do you ever dream of coming back to me someday
Back to me someday
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
On heartbreak hill alone at night
I think of how you held me tight
And wonder if I ever will see you again
On heartbreak hill
Oh lord if I only could go back in time enough
Id hold you in my arms again
Never let you go
Never let you go my love
And leave me far behind
High upon this lonely hill were you swore to be mine
You swore to be mine
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Night after lonely night Im waiting for you still
High above the lights of town here on heartbreak hill
Here on heartbreak hill
Here on heartbreak hill
song performed by Emmylou Harris
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Heartbreak Time
The only consolation in this situtation
Is I know you're missing me
The way I'm missing you
I guess that you ain't sleeping and the company you're keeping
they're all gonna offer you
words of comfort too
Time will heal it, that's what they say
But I can't help but wish tomorrow was today
I been doing heartbreak time
and there's no two ways about it
when you're in you just can't doubt it
doing heartbreak time
I been doing heartbreak time
and though I keep believing
it's my heart that I'm decieving
doing heartbreak time
Maybe I'm just pretending but I see a happy ending
well I guess that's just like me
a fool in love you see
I can still recall the day, you said that you'd be mine to stay
words that meant so much
Oh I miss your touch
When you'd call me I'd know what you'd want to say
I can't help it, I wish it was yesterday##############
I been doing heartbreak time
and there's no two ways about it
when you're in you just can't doubt it
doing heartbreak time
I been doing heartbreak time
and though I keep believing
it's my heart that I'm decieving
doing heartbreak time
And though we may be parted
you still hold the key to my heart
and I'm locked away
song performed by Hall & Oates
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Sea Of Heartbreak
Oh the lights in the harbour-our-our
They don't shine for me-ee-ee-ee
I'm like a lost shi-ip
Adrift on the sea-ea-ea
Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh-oh how did I lose you-ou-ou
Oh where, where did I fai-ai-ail
Why-y-y-y did you leave me
Always to sai-ai-ai-ail
The sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh what I'd gi-ive to sail back to shore-ore
Back to your ar-ar-arms once more-ore-ore
Come to my rescue-ue-ue
Oh co-o-ome here to me-ee-ee
Oh-oh take me, take me and keep me-ee-ee
Away-ay-ay from the sea-ea-ea
Sea of heartbreaks, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears
Sea of heartbreak, lost love and loneliness
Memories of your caress, so divi-i-ine
How I wish you were mi-ine again my dear-ear-ear
I'm on the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh...ooh-ooh-ooh
On the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak
Ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh
On the sea of tears, sea of heartbreak [fade]
song performed by Leo Sayer
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Heartbreak
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind it kills my soul.
Heartbreak; when will my suffering end?
Depression; all I have left to embrace, to love
Depression; what you left me for after you stole my heart
Depression; something you will never understand.
Depression; what I look towards as you rip my heart apart.
Heartache; the pain that fills my body, my mind
Heartache; how my heart felt when you ripped my heart from my chest,
Heartache; it drowns my thoughts in my tears,
Heartache; what it is I feel whenever I think of your false love
Desolation; the ruins you have left my spirit in.
Desolation; how can you remain so naïve to what you make us feel?
Desolation; no one can fix it, no one can ever know how it feels
Desolation; when will you see the truth in what you do?
Helpless; I feel so alone, so forsaken
Helpless; how much longer will I suffer
Helpless; it fills my veins and oozes through my wounds
Helpless; when can I just let it all go?
Dejection; my life has no meaning, I have no will
Dejection; Why did you do this to me?
Dejection; I sleep with a light on just so I don’t feel alone,
Dejection; when will you see what you have done?
Heartbreak; so much pain, so much sorrow.
Heartbreak; how could you do this to me?
Heartbreak; it fills my mind and kills my soul.
Heartbreak; how much longer can I suffer, when will my suffering end?
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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If You Bake It
If you bake it...
So hard it is to then look for escapes.
To create.
If you bake it...
It is easier to face it than to fake.
What you have baked.
People know a flavor,
And the origin of scent...
If you bake it,
To create.
And if you bake it...
So hard it is to then look for escapes.
To create.
People know a flavor,
And the origin of scent...
If you bake it,
To create.
If you bake it...
It is easier to face it than to fake.
What you have baked.
If you bake it...
It doesn't make a difference if you're naked.
You can't even fake it,
If you're naked.
And if you baked it...
It doesn't make a difference if you're naked.
You can't even fake it,
If you're naked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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VII. Pompilia
I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.
All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.
Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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