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(Don't Go Back To) Rockville (edit)

Looking at your watch a third time waiting in the station for a bus
Going to a place thats far, so far away and if thats not enough
I know it might sound strange, but I believe
Youll be coming back before too long
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year
At night I drink myself to sleep and pretend
I dont care if youre not here with me
Cause its so much easier to handle
All my problems if Im too far out to sea
But something better happen soon
Or its gonna be too late to bring you back
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
Dont go back to Rockville
And waste another year
Its not as though I really need you
If you were here Id only bleed you

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Homer

The Iliad: Book 24

The assembly now broke up and the people went their ways each to his
own ship. There they made ready their supper, and then bethought
them of the blessed boon of sleep; but Achilles still wept for
thinking of his dear comrade, and sleep, before whom all things bow,
could take no hold upon him. This way and that did he turn as he
yearned after the might and manfulness of Patroclus; he thought of all
they had done together, and all they had gone through both on the
field of battle and on the waves of the weary sea. As he dwelt on
these things he wept bitterly and lay now on his side, now on his
back, and now face downwards, till at last he rose and went out as one
distraught to wander upon the seashore. Then, when he saw dawn
breaking over beach and sea, he yoked his horses to his chariot, and
bound the body of Hector behind it that he might drag it about. Thrice
did he drag it round the tomb of the son of Menoetius, and then went
back into his tent, leaving the body on the ground full length and
with its face downwards. But Apollo would not suffer it to be
disfigured, for he pitied the man, dead though he now was; therefore
he shielded him with his golden aegis continually, that he might
take no hurt while Achilles was dragging him.
Thus shamefully did Achilles in his fury dishonour Hector; but the

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Guzzle From the Pump...Chump

Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
Pump payer.
Wallet slayer.
Guzzle from the pump...
Chump.
You ain't by yourself.
And the ride is bumpy...
Gonna leave you grumpy.

Muzzle up and hump,
Chump.
Pump payer.
Wallet slayer.
Grumble in a mumble if you want.
But if you want to get by...
You're gonna squalor for that dollar.
No matter if you holler!

Guzzle from the pump...

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The Coming of Winter

Out of the Northland sombre weirds are calling;
A shadow falleth southward day by day;
Sad summers arms grow cold; his fire is falling;
His feet draw back to give the stern one way.

It is the voice and shadow of the slayer,
Slayer of loves, sweet world, slayer of dreams;
Make sad thy voice with sombre plaint and prayer;
Make gray thy woods, and darken all they streams.

Black grows the river, blacker drifts the eddy:
The sky is grey; the woods are cold below:
Oh make the bosom, and thy sad lips ready,
For the cold kisses of the folding snow.

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The Tower Beyond Tragedy

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You'd never have thought the Queen was Helen's sister- Troy's
burning-flower from Sparta, the beautiful sea-flower
Cut in clear stone, crowned with the fragrant golden mane, she
the ageless, the uncontaminable-
This Clytemnestra was her sister, low-statured, fierce-lipped, not
dark nor blonde, greenish-gray-eyed,
Sinewed with strength, you saw, under the purple folds of the
queen-cloak, but craftier than queenly,
Standing between the gilded wooden porch-pillars, great steps of
stone above the steep street,
Awaiting the King.
Most of his men were quartered on the town;
he, clanking bronze, with fifty
And certain captives, came to the stair. The Queen's men were
a hundred in the street and a hundred
Lining the ramp, eighty on the great flags of the porch; she
raising her white arms the spear-butts
Thundered on the stone, and the shields clashed; eight shining
clarions

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The Monster Diamond

A TALE OF THE PENAL COLONY OF WEST AUSTRALIA.


'I’LL have it, I tell you! Curse you!—there!'
The long knife glittered, was sheathed, and was bare.
The sawyer staggered and tripped and fell,
And falling he uttered a frightened yell:
His face to the sky, he shuddered and gasped,
And tried to put from him the man he had grasped
A moment before in the terrible strife.
'I'll have it, I tell you, or have your life!
Where is it?' The sawyer grew weak, but still
His brown face gleamed with a desperate will.
'Where is it?' he heard, and the red knife's drip
In his slayer's hand fell down on his lip.
'Will you give it?' 'Never!' A curse, the knife
Was raised and buried.

Thus closed the life
Of Samuel Jones, known as 'Number Ten'

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Guillaume Apollinaire

Con large comme un estuaire

Con large comme un estuaire
Où meurt mon amoureux reflux
Tu as la saveur poissonnière
l'odeur de la bite et du cul
La fraîche odeur trouduculière
Femme ô vagin inépuisable
Dont le souvenir fait bander
Tes nichons distribuent la manne
Tes cuisses quelle volupté
même tes menstrues sanglantes
Sont une liqueur violente
La rose-thé de ton prépuce
Auprès de moi s'épanouit
On dirait d'un vieux boyard russe
Le chibre sanguin et bouffi
Lorsqu'au plus fort de la partouse
Ma bouche à ton noeud fait ventouse.

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Le temps perdu

Si peu d'oeuvres pour tant de fatigue et d'ennui !
De stériles soucis notre journée est pleine :
Leur meute sans pitié nous chasse à perdre haleine,
Nous pousse, nous dévore, et l'heure utile a fui...

'Demain ! J'irai demain voir ce pauvre chez lui,
'Demain je reprendrai ce livre ouvert à peine,
'Demain je te dirai, mon âme, où je te mène,
'Demain je serai juste et fort... pas aujourd'hui.'

Aujourd'hui, que de soins, de pas et de visites !
Oh ! L'implacable essaim des devoirs parasites
Qui pullulent autour de nos tasses de thé !

Ainsi chôment le coeur, la pensée et le livre,
Et, pendant qu'on se tue à différer de vivre,
Le vrai devoir dans l'ombre attend la volonté.

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Guillaume Apollinaire

La cueillette

Nous vînmes au jardin fleuri pour la cueillette.
Belle, sais-tu combien de fleurs, de roses-thé,
Roses pâles d'amour qui couronnent ta tête,
S'effeuillent chaque été ?

Leurs tiges vont plier au grand vent qui s'élève.
Des pétales de rose ont chu dans le chemin.
Ô Belle, cueille-les, puisque nos fleurs de rêve
Se faneront demain !

Mets-les dans une coupe et toutes portes doses,
Alanguis et cruels, songeant aux jours défunts,
Nous verrons l'agonie amoureuse des roses
Aux râles de parfums.

Le grand jardin est défleuri, mon égoïste,
Les papillons de jour vers d'autres fleurs ont fui,
Et seuls dorénavant viendront au jardin triste
Les papillons de nuit.

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Guillaume Apollinaire

La Jolie Rousse

Me voici devant tous un homme plein de sens
Connaissant la vie et de la mort ce qu'un vivant peut
connaître
Ayant éprouvé les douleurs et les joies de l'amour
Ayant su quelquefois imposer ses idées
Connaissant plusieurs langages
Ayant pas mal voyagé
Ayant vu la guerre dans l'Artillerie et l'Infanterie
Blessé à la tête trépané sous le chloroforme
Ayant perdu ses meilleurs amis dans l'effroyable lutte
Je sais d'ancien et de nouveau autant qu'un homme seul
pourrait des deux savoir
Et sans m'inquiéter aujourd'hui de cette querre
Entre nous et pour nous mes amis
Je juge cette longue querelle de la tradition et de l'invention
De l'Ordre et de l'Aventure

Vous dont la bouche est faite à l'image de celle de Dieu
Bouche qui est l'ordre même
Soyez indulgents quand vous nous comparez

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