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Saxophones

Saxophones
By: jimmy buffett
1974
I cut my teeth on gumbo rock, benny stillman and dr. john
Sweet erma thomas and frogman henry
Used to boogie woogie all night long
Though I love rock n roll the acoustic guitar
Was the only way I had of becomin a star
Im doin really nice and travellin around
But they wont play my record in my old home town
Chorus:
But if I had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If I had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.
Livin by the ocean, sometimes I get the notion
To take my janey downtown
We hang out in a funky little bar
They call it the shipwreck lounge
Well we get kind of drunk and we play rock n roll
Grabbin everybody right down in his soul
When we get to cookin somethins still wrong
Theres still somethin missin from them good ole songs
Chorus:
But if we had saxophones
Big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could make that joint shimmy like a big california earthquake
Yeah if we had saxophones
Yeah, big baritone cleanin up the muddy breaks
If we had saxophones
I could get some recognition from that mobile, alabama d.j.

song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Song of Wink Star

The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages
story and text © Raj Arumugam, June 2008

☼ ☼

☼ Preamble

Come…children all, children of all ages…sit close and listen…
Come and listen to this happy story of the stars and of life…
Come children of the universe, children of all nations and of all races, and of all climates and of all kinds of space and dimensions and universes…
Come, dearest children of all beings of the living universe, come and listen to The Song of Wink Star…

Come and listen to this story, this happy story…listen, as the story itself sings to you…

Sit close then, and listen to the story that was not made by any, or written by a poet, or fashioned by grandfathers and grandmothers warming themselves at the fire of burning stars…

O dearest children all, come and listen to the story that lives
of itself, and that glows bright and happy….

Come…children all, children of all ages, come and listen to this happy story, the story so natural and smooth as life, as it sings itself to you….

☼ The Song of Wink Star
a happy story for children of all ages

☼ 1

Night Child, always so light and gentle, slept on a flower.
And every night, before he went to sleep, he would look up at the sky.
He would look at the eastern corner, five o’clock.

And there he would see all the stars in near and distant galaxies that were only visible to the People of Star Eyes.

Night Child was one of the People of Star Eyes. And so he could see the stars. And of all the stars he could see, he loved to watch Wink Star.

Wink Star twinkled and winked and laughed.
Every night Wink Star did that. Winked and laughed.

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poem by Raj Arumugam
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Gotta Boogie

Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
Well, I went out to a party just the other night
I was jammin to the music, I was feelin alright
I was burning up the floor like a disco maniac
When my woman said, baby, whys your hand behind you back?
Gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
I said boogie (gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
I cant pick it off (uh uh)
I cant flick it off (uh uh)
I sure aint gonna lick it off (oh no)
So I guess Im gonna have to learn to live with it
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
I gotta boogie (gotta boogie, uh huh, hes gotta boogie)
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off
(boogie)
Gotta boogie
(boogie)
Hey, you wanna boogie? (no man, I dont wanna boogie)
Wanna boogie? (get that boogie out of my face)
Do any of you wanna boogie? (no!)
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger
Gotta boogie on my finger and I cant shake it off

song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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Solid Gone

(okay boys, lets get real solid gone !)
Shake it mister
And a sister too
Im gonna make ya boogie woogie
Gonna rattle in your shoes
Boogie with me baby (boogie boogie)
Oh wont ya boogie with me baby (boogie boogie)
Oh wont ya boogie with me baby well flip the whole night through
(oh but listen to me baby)
Come on baby wont ya do it right
You can boogie with me baby and you know Ill hold you tight
Move on over and a (watch this)
Thats the way to do it honey
It aint the twist wont you
Boogie with me baby (boogie boogie)
Boogie with me baby (boogie boogie)
Boogie with me baby well flip the whole night through
(swing it on that joanna)
(yeh july 4th)
(oh)
(chrissy boy pick it !)
Well I got the boogie the boogie got me,
Im so gone I hap-happy
Wont ya boogie with me baby(boogie boogie)
Boogie with me baby (boogie boogie)
Boogie with me baby well flip the whole night through,
Lets take it over there over there,over there,
Well, the boogie is a-comin
Over there, there, there.
I said I got the boogie (I got the boogie)
Boogie with me baby (boogie with me baby)
I said I got the boogie (I got the boogie)
Boogie with me baby (boogie with me baby)
I said come on and flip the whole night through.
I said boogie with me baby well flip the whole night through
I said come on over baby well flip the whole night through.
Im a real solid gone
Yeah!!

song performed by Madness
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Henry And Emma. A Poem.

Upon the Model of The Nut-Brown Maid. To Cloe.

Thou, to whose eyes I bend, at whose command
(Though low my voice, though artless be my hand.
I take the sprightly reed, and sing and play,
Careless of what the censuring world may say;
Bright Cloe! object of my constant vow,
Wilt thou a while unbend thy serious brow?
Wilt thou with pleasure hear thy lover's strains,
And with one heavenly smile o'erpay his pains?
No longer shall the Nut-brown Maid be old,
Though since her youth three hundred years have roll'd:
At thy desire she shall again be raised,
And her reviving charms in lasting verse be praised.

No longer man of woman shall complain,
That he may love and not be loved again;
That we in vain the fickle sex pursue,
Who change the constant lover for the new.
Whatever has been writ, whatever said
Henceforth shall in my verse refuted stand,
Be said to winds, or writ upon the sand:
And while my notes to future times proclaim
Unconquer'd love and ever-during flame,
O, fairest of the sex, be thou my muse;
Deign on my work thy influence to diffuse:
Let me partake the blessings I rehearse,
And grant me love, the just reward of verse.

As beauty's potent queen with every grace
That once was Emma's has adorn'd thy face,
And as her son has to my bosom dealt
That constant flame which faithful Henry felt,
O let the story with thy life agree,
Let men once more the bright example see;
What Emma was to him be thou to me:
Nor send me by thy frown from her I love,
Distant and sad, a banish'd man to rove:
But, oh! with pity long entreated crown
My pains and hopes: and when thou say'st that one
Of all mankind thou lovest, oh! think on me alone.

Where beauteous Isis and her husband Thame
With mingled waves for ever flow the same,
In times of yore an ancient baron lived,
Great gifts bestowed, and great respect received.

When dreadful Edward, with successful care
Led his free Britons to the Gallic war,

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poem by Matthew Prior
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The Golden Legend: IV. The Road To Hirschau

PRINCE HENRY _and_ ELSIE, _with their attendants, on
horseback._

_Elsie._ Onward and onward the highway runs
to the distant city, impatiently bearing
Tidings of human joy and disaster, of love and of
hate, of doing and daring!

_Prince Henry._ This life of ours is a wild aeolian
harp of many a joyous strain,
But under them all there runs a loud perpetual wail,
as of souls in pain.

_Elsie._ Faith alone can interpret life, and the heart
that aches and bleeds with the stigma
Of pain, alone bears the likeness of Christ, and can
comprehend its dark enigma.

_Prince Henry._ Man is selfish, and seeketh pleasure
with little care of what may betide;
Else why am I travelling here beside thee, a demon
that rides by an angel's side?

_Elsie._ All the hedges are white with dust, and
the great dog under the creaking wain
Hangs his head in the lazy heat, while onward the
horses toil and strain

_Prince Henry._ Now they stop at the wayside inn,
and the wagoner laughs with the landlord's daughter,
While out of the dripping trough the horses distend
their leathern sides with water.

_Elsie._ All through life there are wayside inns,
where man may refresh his soul with love;
Even the lowest may quench his thirst at rivulets fed
by springs from above.

_Prince Henry._ Yonder, where rises the cross of
stone, our journey along the highway ends,
And over the fields, by a bridle path, down into the
broad green valley descends.

_Elsie._ I am not sorry to leave behind the beaten
road with its dust and heat;
The air will be sweeter far, and the turf will be softer
under our horses' feet.

(_They turn down a green lane._)

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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I Will Play For Gumbo

By: jimmy buffett
I dont smoke I dont shoot smack
But I got a spicy monkey riding on my back
Dont eat beignets too much sugar and dough
But I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
It started in my grandmas in her kitchen by the sea
She warned me when where she told me son the first ones free
It hit me like a rock or some taekwondo
Cause I will play for gumbo
Oh yeah I will play for gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
At midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Yes, I will play for gumbo
Im not talking quesadillas or a dozen krispy kremes
Or a pile of caviar thats a rich mans dream
No banana split or filet of pompano
No, I will play for gumbo
Yeah, I will play for gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
It could be its that sausage or those pretty pink shrimp
Or that popcorn rice that makes me blow up like a blimp
Maybe its that voodoo from marie laveau
But I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
Now the sauce boss makes his cookin on the stage
Singing and a-picking for his nightly wage
Sweating and a frettin from his head to his toe
Playin and swayin with the gumbo
Prayin and buffetin with the gumbo
A piece of french bread with which to wipe my bowl
Good for the body, good for the soul
Its a little like religion and a lot like sex
You should never know when youre gonna get it next
>at midnight in the quarter or noon in thibodaux
I will play for gumbo
Hey I will play for gumbo
I will play for gumbo
I will play for gumbo

song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Travellin Man

(leon wilkeson -- ronnie vanzant)
I was born a travellin man, thats all Ill ever be
Moving around from town to town its what makes me so free
My father was a trucker for the years since 23
On the day that I was born his blood was left for me
Im a travellin man
Travellin man -- thats what I am
Travellin man
Travellin man
Thats what I am
Travellin man -- thats what I am
No one puts a hold on me
Youll see me once or maybe twice
Thats all youll see of me
All you pretty women lord, I hope you understand
Dont be a fool and fall in love with a travellin man
Im a travellin man
Travellin man -- thats what I am
Travellin man
Travellin man
Thats what I am
Travellin man -- thats what I am
But at least Im free
Travellin man
Oh thats what I am
Travellin man -- thats what I am, lord I move so fast
I have had so many women, none of them have lasted
---
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Travellin man -- thats what I am
Travellin man
Travellin man

song performed by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Doin It Right

(tom lavin)
Published by uncut music - bmi/procan
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and the drummers gettin down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
I know a place on the wrong side of town
The rock bands cookin and theyre gettin on down
The slot mans playin like his souls on fire
Movin like a rumour on a telephone wire
Go rev up your chevy, put your gas foot down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and the drummers gettin down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
There aint no future gettin magazine girls
Taken to the club with their hard lovin thrills
No time for tears, trouble and sorrow
Rock and roll like theres no tomorrow
Turn off the tube and put your magazine down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of the town
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and the drummers gettin down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
Doin it right on the wrong side of town
I know a place on the wrong side of town
The rock bands cookin and theyre gettin on down
The slot mans playin like his souls on fire
Movin like a rumour on a telephone wire
Go rev up your chevy, put your gas foot down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and theyre gettin on down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and theyre gettin on down
Doin it right on the wrong side of town
Doin it right, doin it right, doin it right, doin it right
The rock bands cookin and the drummers gettin down
Were doin it right on the wrong side of town

song performed by April Wine
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Go Cut Creator Go

[LL Cool J]
1, 2, 3 'o' clock 4 'o' clock ROCK
5, 6, 7 'o' clock 8 'o' clock ROCK
9, 10, 11 'o' clock 12 'o' clock ROCK
Gonna ROCK (What?) ROCK, ROCK around the clock
Three years ago in St. Albans, Queens
I was rockin at a park called one eighteen
Little kids stood and watched as I rocked the spot
Didn't know that years later I'll be standin on top
Livin near Farmers Boulevard I was born and base-shaw
Stopped the rich and shaked hands with the poor
And this is a story about a brother I know
Cut Creator on the fader no watch him go
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
When back in the days before I clocked some dough
I used to go to the show and sit in the front row
Hopin and prayin one day I'll get on the road
So I had a feeler and a summer and I meet when I'm stoned
Not fearin a thought, got stung like a horse
Don't make fun of my posse, cause each man is a boss
When his only damn way to pull a jam out the crate
One time for your mind
Check out the guitar break
[Chorus]
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go, go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
Go Cut Creator Go
[LL Cool J]
This jam just wasn't enough for Jimmy Hendrix to see
He could do lessons of mixin take you under his wing
Straight from the heart cause it ain't the money that we came here for
Ain't no thoughts in the room ain't breakin no roles
And in the Rock 'n' Roll land, a big strivin plan
Just my posse learn the vocals what little they had
It's all about us three: Eve, Phil & Jay
He heard Cut Creator cut now check it out to play

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song performed by LL Cool J
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The Golden Legend: II. A Farm In The Odenwald

A garden; morning;_ PRINCE HENRY _seated, with a
book_. ELSIE, _at a distance, gathering flowers._

_Prince Henry (reading)._ One morning, all alone,
Out of his convent of gray stone,
Into the forest older, darker, grayer,
His lips moving as if in prayer,
His head sunken upon his breast
As in a dream of rest,
Walked the Monk Felix. All about
The broad, sweet sunshine lay without,
Filling the summer air;
And within the woodlands as he trod,
The twilight was like the Truce of God
With worldly woe and care;
Under him lay the golden moss;
And above him the boughs of hemlock-tree
Waved, and made the sign of the cross,
And whispered their Benedicites;
And from the ground
Rose an odor sweet and fragrant
Of the wild flowers and the vagrant
Vines that wandered,
Seeking the sunshine, round and round.
These he heeded not, but pondered
On the volume in his hand,
A volume of Saint Augustine;
Wherein he read of the unseen
Splendors of God's great town
In the unknown land,
And, with his eyes cast down
In humility, he said:
'I believe, O God,
What herein I have read,
But alas! I do not understand!'

And lo! he heard
The sudden singing of a bird,
A snow-white bird, that from a cloud
Dropped down,
And among the branches brown
Sat singing
So sweet, and clear, and loud,
It seemed a thousand harp strings ringing.
And the Monk Felix closed his book,
And long, long,
With rapturous look,
He listened to the song,
And hardly breathed or stirred,
Until he saw, as in a vision,

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poem by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Doin That Crazy Thing

Doin the crazy thing, doing the crazy thing
Doin the crazy thing, doing the crazy thing
Crazy lady commin cross the floor
Dont know her name just gotta get more, gotta get more
Read it on the rhythm of the midnight hour
Babys got me goin gotta do it now
Caus everybodys doin it, doin it, doin it, doin the crazy thing
Do the crazy thing
Ahy, you lookin outa sight
Wont you get on the floor, get on the floor, your gonna feel all right
Dancing with your penny tonight,
Cause everybody is doin it, doin the crazy, crazy, crazy thing
Everybodys doin it, doin the crazy, crazy, crazy thing
They come a dancin like their souls on fire
Shes taking everybody higher, and higher, and higher
Everybodys moving on that red hot floor
Gota keep on movin we can get it now
Caus everybodys doin it, doin it, doin it, doin the crazy thing
Doin the crazy thing.
Hay, your looking outta sight
Wont you get on the floor, get on the floor, your gonna feel all right
Dancing with your baby tonight, caus everybodys doin it
The crazy lady gonna stay with me
We goona dance the night away till three
Dance getting better as the band plays on
Me and my baby gonna do it all night long
Caus everybodys doin it, yeah, doin it, all right, doin it,
Doin the crazy thing, doin the crazy thing
Everybodys doin it, doin it, doin it, doin the crazy thing
Doin it, doin it, doin it, doin the crazy thing
Doin it, doin it, doin it, doin the crazy thing

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Thats The Way I Wanna Rock N Roll

Party gonna happen at the union hall
Shaking to the rhythm til everybody fall
Picking up my woman in my chevrolet
Glory hallelujah gonna rock the night away
Im gonna roll roll roll
Im gonna roll roll roll
Im gonna take this town, turn it around
Im gonna roll roll roll
Now theres a blue suede bopping on a high heeled shoe
Balling round together like a wrecking crew
Oh be bopper lubba baby what I say
You gotta get a dose of rock and roll on each and every day
Were gonna roll roll roll
Were gonna roll roll roll
Were gonna take this town, turn it around
Were gonna roll roll roll
Im gonna blow up my video
Shut down my radio
Told boss man where to go
Turned off my brain control
Thats the way I want my rock and roll
Thats the way I want my rock and roll
Thats the way
Ooh thats the way I like my rock and roll
That the way I want my rock and roll
Thats the way
Thats the way
Thats the way I want my rock and roll
Thats the way
Thats the way
Thats the way I want my rock and roll
Thats the way
Thats the way
Oh!
To rock and roll!
Roll, roll, roll,
Im gonna roll, roll, roll
Im gonna take this town, turn it around,
Im gonna roll, roll, roll
Im gonna roll, roll, roll
Thats the way I want it
Roll, roll, roll
Gotta hear it loud
Gonna take this town, turn it round
Gonna roll, roll, roll
Blow up my video
Shut down my radio
Told boss man where to go
Turned off my brain control
Thats the way I want my rock and roll

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song performed by AC-DC
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It's Five O'clock Somewhere

The sun is hot and that old clock is movin' slow,
An' so am I.
Work day passes like molasses in wintertime,
But it's July.
I'm gettin' paid by the hour, an' older by the minute.
My boss just pushed me over the limit.
I'd like to call him somethin',
I think I'll just call it a day.
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
Oh, this lunch break is gonna take all afternoon,
An' half the night.
Tomorrow mornin', I know there'll be hell to pay,
Hey, but that's all right.
I ain't had a day off now in over a year.
Our Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here.
if the 'phones for me,
You can tell 'em I just sailed away.
An' pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
I could pay off my tab, pour myself in a cab,
An' be back to work before two.
At a moment like this, I can't help but wonder,
What would Jimmy Buffett do?
JIMMY BUFFETT:
Funny you should ask Alan,
I'd say:
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
ALAN JACKSON & JIMMY BUFFETT:
Pour me somethin' tall an' strong,
Make it a "Hurricane" before I go insane.
It's only half-past twelve but I don't care.
He don't care.
I don't care.
It's five o'clock somewhere.
JIMMY BUFFETT:
What time zone am I on? What country am I in?
ALAN JACKSON:
It doesn't matter, it's five o'clock somewhere.
JIMMY BUFFETT:
It's always on five in Margaritaville, come to think of it.
ALAN JACKSON:
Yeah, I heard that.
JIMMY BUFFETT:

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song performed by Alan Jackson
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Robin Hood and the Monk

In somer, when the shawes be sheyne,
And leves be large and long,
Hit is full mery in feyre foreste
To here the foulys song,

To se the dere draw to the dale,
And leve the hilles hee,
And shadow hem in the leves grene,
Under the grene wode tre.

Hit befel on Whitson
Erly in a May mornyng,
The son up feyre can shyne,
And the briddis mery can syng.

'This is a mery mornyng,' seid Litull John,
'Be Hym that dyed on tre;
A more mery man then I am one
Lyves not in Cristianté.

'Pluk up thi hert, my dere mayster,'
Litull John can sey,
'And thynk hit is a full fayre tyme
In a mornyng of May.'

'Ye, on thyng greves me,' seid Robyn,
'And does my hert mych woo:
That I may not no solem day
To mas nor matyns goo.

'Hit is a fourtnet and more,' seid he,
'Syn I my Savyour see;
To day wil I to Notyngham,' seid Robyn,
'With the myght of mylde Marye.'

Than spake Moche, the mylner sun,
Ever more wel hym betyde!
'Take twelve of thi wyght yemen,
Well weppynd, be thi side.
Such on wolde thi selfe slon,
That twelve dar not abyde.'

'Of all my mery men,' seid Robyn,
'Be my feith I wil non have,
But Litull John shall beyre my bow,
Til that me list to drawe.'

'Thou shall beyre thin own,' seid Litull Jon,
'Maister, and I wyl beyre myne,
And we well shete a peny,' seid Litull Jon,

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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I Rockrefore I Am

Uh huh
Npg to the maximum
All the time world wide
96 sound better
Legendary tune
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
I dont need you to tell me Im in the band ([...] please)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can
I dont need you to tell me what clothes to wear
I dont want suggestions about my hair
If the whole world buys your bullshit I dont care
Id rather put on something that you wont dare
I rock (legendary to the maximum) (I rock)
Therefore I am (therefore I am)
I dont need you to tell me Im in the band (I dont need it) (no)
I rock
Legendary to the maximum
Npg for now and forever
Welcome to mendacity, sign your name
See the world so pretty, wealth and fame
They can put you on the field (yeah)
But you wont get in the game (wo no)
How many suckers knew that before they came (woo yeah)
Now you know
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am) ([...])
I dont need you to tell me (I dont need it)
Im in the band (legendary all the time)
I rock (I rock) therefore I am (therefore I am) (npg to the maximum)
Right or wrong I sing my song the best I can (show em)
Therefore I am
All you mean to npg to the maximum want you to understand somethin-asta
[come/when] me say [no/love] me say unto another
Watcha them attack each and every vulture
Or do you wants forget that p-r-o starts via pro
Teachin things in life youll never know
What for they dabble they dont understandsa
They caught me comin from the other minnesota
My flava will burn their earsa
Awhen it comes to music this sir is no stranger
Is the same kids you compliment
The same ones that you were meant
To rob an education from
In a private school as opposed to one
That yearly spits out another group of fools
Into a system designed to fail
Wait a minute, I just got some e-mail
Somebody selling 12 cds for a dollar
Make me wanna holler (yeah)
Alright to the maximum

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song performed by Prince
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Sir Peter Harpdon's End

In an English Castle in Poictou. Sir Peter Harpdon, a Gascon knight in the English service, and John Curzon, his lieutenant.

John Curzon

Of those three prisoners, that before you came
We took down at St. John's hard by the mill,
Two are good masons; we have tools enough,
And you have skill to set them working.

Sir Peter

So-
What are their names?

John Curzon

Why, Jacques Aquadent,
And Peter Plombiere, but-

Sir Peter

What colour'd hair
Has Peter now? has Jacques got bow legs?

John Curzon

Why, sir, you jest: what matters Jacques' hair,
Or Peter's legs to us?

Sir Peter

O! John, John, John!
Throw all your mason's tools down the deep well,
Hang Peter up and Jacques; they're no good,
We shall not build, man.

John Curzon

going.

Shall I call the guard
To hang them, sir? and yet, sir, for the tools,
We'd better keep them still; sir, fare you well.

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poem by William Morris
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Synergy of Love

'Were you honed from poetry? '
I asked your saddened smile.
For it seems to tell a longing tale -
One of words in oratory
That speaks in languid metaphors
From lips of mind in deep despair
And solitude from inner wars
That over time has rendered life so frail.

'Were you carved from doleful prose? '
I sought to ask your gaze,
For a pain lies deep within your eyes -
One of barren territory
Where no fair heart could ever drift
And hope to venture back content
With grateful memories in a gift -
A land of your affectional demise.

'Do I hear a mournful hum? '
I wondered of your cry,
For it sings a song of deep lament -
One of quiet soliloquy
Recited on deserted strands
To waves that have no sense of song
And only wish to fight the sands -
A chant that cites emotional descent.

Do you know your face portrays
The colours of your soul?
It tells me at a single glance
Of how you burned your furnace whole
To stay the fire in our romance.

And see the prismic hues they bore!
I cherished all I ever saw:
Mauve of mystic; browns of rustic;
Reddened tones to match your blush;
Marine of passion, spending out your being,
Leaving you for ashen embers, fleeing
The dying light in hush of night.
And how you lay there empty.

So let me help re-grow the flowers
Once erect in fiery showers!
For now I've seen what love can do
When torn asunder - oh my catastrophic blunder!

But we must realise -
Our flaming want is meant to be!
We are the ocean and the sea;

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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R.I.P. (Rock In Peace)

Aaaaaah
Leave me alone
Like a dog with a bone
Like a stone that's been thrown
Let me be on my own
Let me rock
Let me rock
Let me rock
Let me rock in peace
Outta my way
Got a boogie to play
Every dog has his day
Rock 'n' roll's here to stay
Let me rock
Let me roll
Let me rock
Let me rock in peace
Ohhh, feels good, Mumma Mumma
Just like I knew it would
I get my kicks
Outta playin' my licks
Outta layin' my chicks
Down on Route 66
Let me rock
Let me rock
Let me rock
Let me rock in peace
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)
I wanna
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)
Just let me rock
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)
I wanna
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)
I wanna rock
Let me rock in peace
Oooh, that feels good
Hey Mumma
Just like I knew it would
Outta my way
Got a boogie to play
Every dog has his day
Rock 'n' roll's here to stay
Let me rock
Let me roll
Let me rock
Let me rock in peace
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)
I wanna rock
(Rock, rock, rock in peace)

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[9] O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!

O, Moon, My Sweet-heart!
[LOVE POEMS]

POET: MAHENDRA BHATNAGAR

POEMS

1 Passion And Compassion / 1
2 Affection
3 Willing To Live
4 Passion And Compassion / 2
5 Boon
6 Remembrance
7 Pretext
8 To A Distant Person
9 Perception
10 Conclusion
10 You (1)
11 Symbol
12 You (2)
13 In Vain
14 One Night
15 Suddenly
16 Meeting
17 Touch
18 Face To Face
19 Co-Traveller
20 Once And Once only
21 Touchstone
22 In Chorus
23 Good Omens
24 Even Then
25 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (1)
26 An Evening At ‘Tighiraa’ (2)
27 Life Aspirant
28 To The Condemned Woman
29 A Submission
30 At Midday
31 I Accept
32 Who Are You?
33 Solicitation
34 Accept Me
35 Again After Ages …
36 Day-Dreaming
37 Who Are You?
38 You Embellished In Song

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poem by Mahendra Bhatnagar
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Don't Stop

Haha
Yeah
Are you ready to do this one
Alright then
Let's go
Wooooh
Ah come on
Ooooh yeah
(don't stop doin' that thing you do)
Oh, your sweet love is making me high, yeah yeah
(don't stop givin' me all your love)
I've been waiting for you all my life
Yes, you know i've been waiting
(don't stop, don't stop)
Doin' it (doin' it)
Don't stop doin' it baby
....
They feed me all of their lives, yeah
But i can't be messin' up, no
Gotta love, keep me satisfied
And baby what i see
Whenever i, look at you
Is all i ever wanted in this world
Nothing else is gonna do
Sing on
(don't stop doin' that thing you do)
Aah, your sweet love is making me high, heya heya
(don't stop givin' me all your love)
I've been waiting for you all my life
Come on and sing it
(don't stop) ooh (doin' it) oh
I said don't stop doin' it baby
Friends got you down
Oh, they say you must be a fool, no
But there ain't nothin', no no
That i wouldn't do for you
'cause i'm out here, always wrong
Every night and every day
And i'm asking just one thing
Don't you ever take your love away
(don't stop doin' that thing you do)
Aah, baby
Your sweet love is making me high
Come on, come on
(don't stop givin' me all your love)
I've been waiting for you all my life
All my life baby
(don't stop) come on sing yeah (doin' it)
Don't stop doin' it baby
Ah baby don't stop (don't stop) doin' it

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song performed by Anastacia
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