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Outside In The Underground

violet skys
tear the end
fallin on
my knees again
outside in the underground
battling the rain
im walkin a straight line
stepped on all of the cracks this time
i dont care im not movin aside
forever
outside in the undergroud
battling the rain
outside in the underground
theres no way im headin in today
i raise my head into the sky again
and make my rain alone
ive never hoped, but i stopped searching
cuz the city told me so
it all comes down
down to me
oh ive got a hundred lives
oh ive got to get it right
oh who knows someday i might
oh (ive got to get it right)
outside in the undergroud
battling the rain
outside in the underground
theres no way im, oh no way
i raise my head into the sky again
and make my rain alone
ive never hoped, but i stopped searching
cuz the city told me
it all comes down
down to me
oh ive got a hundred lives
oh ive got to get it right
oh who knows someday i might
oh ive got to get it right

song performed by John Mayer
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Packin Up

(margie hendrix)
So if I give up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Packin up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
Said if I get up (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of town)
Oh yeah (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
My suitcases ready
My clothes are too
And these are the things
You took me through
My friends told me
All about you
That men are evil
The things you do
And I keep on (Im not chained and Im no longer bound)
And then Im packin (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Oh yeah (yes, Im packin up)
Movin out of the town (movin out of the town)
Im not chained and Im no longer bound
Now that Im gone
Just look at me
Im looking better than
Any girl you see
Ive gotta brand new clothes
I gotta diamond ring
I gotta brand new man
He give me everything
So keep on (Im not chained and Im no longer bound)
And then Im movin (movin movin)
Oh, movin (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I wanna move (movin movin)
Oh yeah (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
And I gotta move (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)
Movin out of town (movin movin)
Alright (movin movin)
Yeah, yeah (movin movin)
Start packin up (movin movin)

song performed by Dusty Springfield
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Keep It Movin

[Missy Elliott]
Eh yo Timb, you know
Niggas like Dr Dre and the Neptunes and Just Blaze
They should be so hot they be keepin us workin yah feel me
But but that nigga R. Kelly
He got one of the illest lines when he say
"Is anybody feelin freaky"
[Elephant Man (Missy Elliott)]
Man up...yep, good to go
Ele-phant Man and Missy Elliott (yeah)
Ladies keep it movin (uh)
Gi dem di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter)
Buss di dance now
(Its like butter baby, its like butter [x3])
Missy, Elliot
Ladies windin around
Tweet show dem kindly how fi do it
(Whoo) Come on
[Verse 1 Missy Elliott]
When you hear the song, role down yah window
Let the music thump yeah, thump thump thump thump
Take a walk in the club, thats how I role
You look so so down, so so so so
Now when you step out on the scene, so fresh so clean
Lookin like a wet dream, yo know what I mean
Its about that, what time would that be?
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right
[Chorus]
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) we gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Shake shake (oh) yah body (oh) they gon' (oh) keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)
Buss yah (oh) grove (oh) n we gon' (oh )keep it (oh) movin (oh)
[Verse 2 Missy Elliott]
If you know you look good, say so say so
And you dont give a [ding], hell no hell no
Put yah hands in the air yeah, get yo hands up
Baby bounce baby bounce, get low get low
2 shots in yah club, yep just whats up
Get Timb to fill it up, yep just whats up
Its about that time, what time would that be
Wind yah waist line to the base line
Slow it down now get the beat right
[Chorus]
Keep it (oh) movin (oh), keep it (oh) movin (oh)

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song performed by Missy Elliott
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Movin'

Movin', movin' down the line, yeah
Movin' all the ......in time, yeah
Movin', movin down the line,yeah
Movin', watchin' for the road sign
Losin', almost losin' your mind
Losin' losin' all track of time
Movin', hurry up and stay behind
Movin' on down the line
Check into a hotel hour' till showtime
Brother won't you pass me the wine?
And those front row women are always lookin' so fine
Movin', take a french bath quick
Movin', waiting for the wine kick
Movin', countin' every clock tick
Yeah i gotta get on the stick
Movin', stealin' all the hot licks
Movin', where is my guitar pick?
Movin', ain't got time to get sick
Movin' on down the road
Finally make it backstage ain't no dressing room
Done forgot our last tune now the curtains risin'
I think it's twenty minutes too soon
Tuning in a hurry gotta make that booker worry
Will we hit the stage on time?
This microphone's a live wire goin' like wild fire
The feedback is soundin' just fine
Movin', i think we stole the show,yeah
Movin', i guess it's time to go now
Movin', i ain't got time to slow down
I keep on feelin' low down
Cruisin', headin' for a show town
Cruisin', i hope that town'll blow now
Movin' which way do we go now
Movin' on down the road
Check into a hotel hour till showtime
Brother won't you pass me that wine
And those front row women are always lookin' so fine
Movin', i din't get the check,yeah
Movin', ah but what the heck,yeah
Movin', on down the road
Gotta stay on top,yeah
Movin', movin' till we drop yeah
Movin' on down the road
I didn't miss a trick yeah
Movi' but i didn't get the chick,yeah
Movin' on down the road
Movin' down the line yeah
Movin', all the ...in time now
Movin' on down the road

song performed by Roy Orbison
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Nestling

When to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

And suffer the risk - abscond in dread -
The knowledge of sort that you'll be dead
Upon a calamitous fall;

Or taken in flight - a hawkish pounce -
Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce
You gone, and to never recall.

O when to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

Aborting a den with
Feathered bed,
Unwavering mother who
Saw you fed -
Surrendering all so
You may spread
Your reach of tentative wings!

‘Tis only instinct -
E'er the reason -
Forging life:
The Nesting Season
And the trials it brings.

So up and summon the sky
Little nestling,
Up! and summon the sky!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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I'll Give You My Skin (feat. Michael Stipe)

I'll Give You My Skin" is a song written by both of the girls with
Michael Stipe. I kinda suspect that the lyrics are mostly Stipe.
Anyway, I'm told that it was recorded at the end of 1988, while the
girls were recording their first Epic album. It appears on the "Tame
Yourself" benefit compilation. Go buy it.
I'll Give You My Skin.
Well, you - you can sit in your high chairs
High chairs are for children
You can sit in your high chairs and laugh
I'll give you my best face
I'll give you my freedom
I'll give you my feet and my hands
I'm keeping my eyes
Open, open, open to the field
Hold your dances there
Take the crop
Share the yield
You can join us together
Break us apart
A wound in the skin is a break in the heart
You can coast on your laughter
High shelf your heart
But laughter's for healing, not tearing apart
I'm keeping my eyes
Open to the fields
You can hold your dances there
Take the crop
Share the yield
Not a soul is lost
For collapsing the walls
You can dance in the dust
You can walk it off, walk, walk it off
If you're fallin', you're fallin'
Come callin' to me
Fallin', Fallin'
I'll give you my skin
I will give you my skin
I'm keeping my eyes
Open to the field
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)
You can hold your dances here
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)
Take the crop, share the yield
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)
I'm keeping my eyes
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)
Open to the field
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)
Hold your dances there
(If you're fallin, you're fallin', come callin' to me)

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song performed by Indigo Girls
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Walkin Down The Line

Well, Im walkin down the line,
Im walkin down the line
An Im walkin down the line.
My feetll be a-flyin
To tell about my troubled mind.
I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
I got a heavy-headed gal
She aint feelin well
When shes better only time will tell
Well, Im walkin down the line,
Im walkin down the line
An Im walkin down the line.
My feetll be a-flyin
To tell about my troubled mind.
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
My money comes and goes
And rolls and flows and rolls and flows
Through the holes in the pockets in my clothes
Well, Im walkin down the line,
Im walkin down the line
An Im walkin down the line.
My feetll be a-flyin
To tell about my troubled mind.
I see the morning light
I see the morning light
Well its not because
Im an early riser
I didnt go to sleep last night
Well, Im walkin down the line,
Im walkin down the line
An Im walkin down the line.
My feetll be a-flyin
To tell about my troubled mind.
I got my walkin shoes
I got my walkin shoes
I got my walkin shoes
An I aint a-gonna lose
I believe I got the walkin blues
Well, Im walkin down the line,
Im walkin down the line
An Im walkin down the line.
My feetll be a-flyin
To tell about my troubled mind.

song performed by Bob Dylan
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Falling Away

And Tonight We Burn Down Everything
We Worked So Hard To Build
The Ashes Will Reign Down On Me
Memories set aflame, Sail Away
What We Said If We Can Make This
Then We Can Break This Into Two Memories
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
And tonight I will be a vessel
with these sails set aflame
let this ocean of our memories
carry me out to sea i will be
fall beneath the crashing waves into my grave
I will sleep
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
If We can make this
then we can break it
if we can build it
then we can burn it down
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away
I feel you fallin' away from me again
and now you're farther away
now you're farther away
now you're farther away from me again
[4x]

song performed by Good Charlotte
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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Underground[Long Version]

No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection (na na)
No love injection (na na)
Life can be easy
Its not always swell
Dont tell me truth hurts, little girl
cause it hurts like hell
But down in the underground
Youll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
Its only forever
Not long at all
Lost and lonely
Thats underground
Underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ha ha Im underground
Heard about a place today
Nothing never hurts again
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ah ha Im underground
Sister sister, please take me down
Ah ah Im underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
No one can blame you
For walking away
Too much rejection (na na)
No love injection (na na)
But down in the underground
Youll find someone true
Down in the underground
A land serene
A crystal moon, ah, ah
Its only
Its only forever
Its not long at all
The lost and the lonely
Thats underground
Underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Heard about a place today
Nothing never hurts again
Daddy, daddy, get me out of here
Ha ha Im underground
Sister, sister, please take me down
Ah ha Im underground
Daddy, daddy, get me out

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song performed by David Bowie
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Dont You Let Me Down

Baby, dont you let me down (dont you let me down)
Dont you leave me lonely (dont you leave me lonely)
Dont you run around
I said baby (baby) when Im on the ground, yeah
(when Im on the ground)
Try to keep my chin up, feel Im fallin farther down
Ooh, you know Im feelin sorry
But I know that wont do
Ooh, looks like theres no tomorrow
Theres no tomorrow without you
Baby (baby) dont you let me down (dont you let me down)
Dont you leave me lonely (dont you leave me lonely)
Or run around
I said baby (baby) when Im on the ground, yeah
(when Im on the ground)
Try to keep my chin up, feel Im fallin farther down
Ooh, remember when you smile so bright
Raise my heart up to my throat
Ooh, sure took hard times to drag me down
So darlin brighten up all of my hopes
Baby (baby) when Im on the ground, yeah
(when Im on the ground)
Try to keep my chin up, feel Im fallin farther down
Try to keep my chin up, feel Im fallin farther down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin down, down, down
Fallin

song performed by Kiss
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Cant Slow Down

I know whats on your mind.
You feel youre wasting time.
Wanna talk about it?
You feel theres something wrong.
Dont feel like holding on.
You better think about it.
You say you jest cant see.
Dont lay that hurt on me.
What Im trying baby.
Got something on my mind.
Something Ive got to find.
Im on the move baby.
(chorus)
You see I (cant slow down)
Got to keep movin baby (cant slow down)
No I (cant slow down)
Oh (cant slow down)
Got to keep movin on, oh baby.
Im out here on the run.
Trying to get things done.
Can you hear me baby?
You think my loves nowhere.
You think I just dont care.
Are you kidding baby?
Dont make me play no games.
Too hard to just stay sane.
You know that time wont wait
Why should I hesitate.
Got to do it baby.
(chorus)
You see I (cant slow down)
I got to keep movin baby (cant slow down)
No I (cant slow down)
Cant stop baby, no (cant slow down)
Got to keep pushin
Got to keep movin on.
Oh, oh baby, ah, oh, oh baby.
(bridge)
Im working hard tryin to pull it together.
You know Ive got to right now.
cause girl I cant quit once I get started,
Ive got to make it somhow...
Ah, (I got to keep movin, I cant stop movin)
(I got to keep movin, I cant stop)
(I got to keep movin, I cant stop movin)
(I got to keep movin, I cant stop)
Oh,(I got to keep movin, I cant stop movin)
(I got to keep movin, I cant stop)
Thats right (I got to keep movin, I cant stop movin)
Thats right (I got to keep movin, I cant stop)

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song performed by Lionel Richie
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Free

Chill in the bones, chill in the air
Do you think that i haven't been around?
Boy i wasn't born yesterday, yesterday
Coming home late at night, flowers on the doorstep
Trying to make it right
Boy you gotta be high's what i got to say
I got to say, i've done all i can
I've given you every chance to prove you are my man
But now there's nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on
Free, watch me fly
Lift your hands and wave bye bye
'cause i'm gone
I gotta be movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
Movin' movin' movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
I think i'll go do the mall, make a couple of calls
Gonna hang with the girls
Just to keep from crying on a shoulder
Ain't gonna turn back
Nothing you can say can change that feeling that you get
When you know that it's finally, finally over
I've made up my mind
Even though it hurts to leave your love behind
I've got nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on
Free, watch me fly
Lift your hands and wave bye bye
'cause i'm gone
I gotta be movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
Movin' movin' movin' on, movin' movin' movin' on
I'm gone
Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do
Even if your heart is trying to tell you to
Stay a little bit longer, trell you to
Try a little bit harder, baby i know
I can't live another day, sleep another night
Waiting for you to change into something i
Wish you could have been
It's not what i'm into now
I've done all i can
Given you every chance to prove
You are my man
But now there's nothing left to lose
I'm free, like the wind
Independent once again
Yeah, i'm gone, i gotta be moving on

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song performed by Diana Ross
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Thurso’s Landing

I
The coast-road was being straightened and repaired again,
A group of men labored at the steep curve
Where it falls from the north to Mill Creek. They scattered and hid
Behind cut banks, except one blond young man
Who stooped over the rock and strolled away smiling
As if he shared a secret joke with the dynamite;
It waited until he had passed back of a boulder,
Then split its rock cage; a yellowish torrent
Of fragments rose up the air and the echoes bumped
From mountain to mountain. The men returned slowly
And took up their dropped tools, while a banner of dust
Waved over the gorge on the northwest wind, very high
Above the heads of the forest.
Some distance west of the road,
On the promontory above the triangle
Of glittering ocean that fills the gorge-mouth,
A woman and a lame man from the farm below
Had been watching, and turned to go down the hill. The young
woman looked back,
Widening her violet eyes under the shade of her hand. 'I think
they'll blast again in a minute.'
And the man: 'I wish they'd let the poor old road be. I don't
like improvements.' 'Why not?' 'They bring in the world;
We're well without it.' His lameness gave him some look of age
but he was young too; tall and thin-faced,
With a high wavering nose. 'Isn't he amusing,' she said, 'that
boy Rick Armstrong, the dynamite man,
How slowly he walks away after he lights the fuse. He loves to
show off. Reave likes him, too,'
She added; and they clambered down the path in the rock-face,
little dark specks
Between the great headland rock and the bright blue sea.

II
The road-workers had made their camp
North of this headland, where the sea-cliff was broken down and
sloped to a cove. The violet-eyed woman's husband,
Reave Thurso, rode down the slope to the camp in the gorgeous
autumn sundown, his hired man Johnny Luna
Riding behind him. The road-men had just quit work and four
or five were bathing in the purple surf-edge,
The others talked by the tents; blue smoke fragrant with food
and oak-wood drifted from the cabin stove-pipe
And slowly went fainting up the vast hill.
Thurso drew rein by
a group of men at a tent door
And frowned at them without speaking, square-shouldered and
heavy-jawed, too heavy with strength for so young a man,
He chose one of the men with his eyes. 'You're Danny Woodruff,

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Rain Keeps Fallin

I remember the night so well.
The rain was fallin but I just couldnt tell,
If it was you that was callin to my love-sick brain.
But the rain kept fallin on my window pane.
Out of the night the thunder rang in my ear.
I cant fight the feelin, lord, that brings forth my fears.
I wish it was over, lord, please stop the rain.
The rain thats fallin on my window pane.
The rain thats fallin on my window pane.
Every night the rains on time, I can feel it in this heart of mine.
But I dont know what to do.
Well, I guess I could go back home, cause you know back home is where I belong.
But it just aint home without you.
And I dont know what to do, baby.
Well, I guess Im a looser but it just dont seem fair.
I lost all my life so tell me, why should I care?
The night that you left me is the night that it came.
And the rains still fallin on my window pane.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
You know the rain.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
I said the rain.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
You know the rain.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
I said the rain.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
You know the rain ...
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
... keeps right on fallin.
The rain keeps fallin on my window pane.
I said, the rain keeps fallin ...

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Junkanoo Holiday (Fallin' - Flyin')

Junkano Holiday (Fallin' Flyin')
Kenny Loggins
(This Is It)
Lyrics and Music by Kenny Loggins
You
Jumpin' into the street
Singin' and stompin' feet.
Hunkanoo holiday.
We're
Caught in a hurricane
Dancin' in the jungle rain
A junkanoo holiday
Feel it more and more
Spread your wings and start to soar
Over mountain tops,
we're floating free and fallin'-flyin'
Now the winds have changed,
I'm about to blow away
CHORUS
Fallin'-Flyin'
I'm gonna keep me fallin'-flyin'
Fallin'-flyin'
Over and over, fallin'-flyin'
Fallin'-flyin'
I'm gonna keep me Fallin'-flyin'
On
Tumblin' from the ground
Spinnin' me round and around
Junkanoo holiday.
Children
Dancin' in a circle ring
And everybody's happy in
A junkanoo holiday.
When you're letting go
You're an island volcano
You're a summer night
And high above we're Fallin'-flyin'
Now the winds have changed
'N I'm about to blow away
CHORUS
Fallin'-flyin'
I'm gonna keep me fallin'-flyin'
Fallin'-flyin'
Over and over, fallin'-flyin'
Fallin'-flyin'
Everybody here is Fallin'-flyin'
Fallin'-flyin'
On and on I'm Fallin'-flyin'
Down, down, down, down, down, down
Feather-free and floatin' round

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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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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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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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Gebir

FIRST BOOK.

I sing the fates of Gebir. He had dwelt
Among those mountain-caverns which retain
His labours yet, vast halls and flowing wells,
Nor have forgotten their old master's name
Though severed from his people here, incensed
By meditating on primeval wrongs,
He blew his battle-horn, at which uprose
Whole nations; here, ten thousand of most might
He called aloud, and soon Charoba saw
His dark helm hover o'er the land of Nile,
What should the virgin do? should royal knees
Bend suppliant, or defenceless hands engage
Men of gigantic force, gigantic arms?
For 'twas reported that nor sword sufficed,
Nor shield immense nor coat of massive mail,
But that upon their towering heads they bore
Each a huge stone, refulgent as the stars.
This told she Dalica, then cried aloud:
'If on your bosom laying down my head
I sobbed away the sorrows of a child,
If I have always, and Heaven knows I have,
Next to a mother's held a nurse's name,
Succour this one distress, recall those days,
Love me, though 'twere because you loved me then.'
But whether confident in magic rites
Or touched with sexual pride to stand implored,
Dalica smiled, then spake: 'Away those fears.
Though stronger than the strongest of his kind,
He falls-on me devolve that charge; he falls.
Rather than fly him, stoop thou to allure;
Nay, journey to his tents: a city stood
Upon that coast, they say, by Sidad built,
Whose father Gad built Gadir; on this ground
Perhaps he sees an ample room for war.
Persuade him to restore the walls himself
In honour of his ancestors, persuade -
But wherefore this advice? young, unespoused,
Charoba want persuasions! and a queen!'
'O Dalica!' the shuddering maid exclaimed,
'Could I encounter that fierce, frightful man?
Could I speak? no, nor sigh!'
'And canst thou reign?'
Cried Dalica; 'yield empire or comply.'
Unfixed though seeming fixed, her eyes downcast,
The wonted buzz and bustle of the court
From far through sculptured galleries met her ear;
Then lifting up her head, the evening sun
Poured a fresh splendour on her burnished throne-

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