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Callin Baton Rouge

I spent last night in the arms
Of a girl in louisiana
And though Im out on the highway
My thoughts are still with her
Such a strange combination of a woman and a child
Such a strange situation stoppin every hundred miles
Callin baton rouge
A replay of last nights events
Roll through my mind
Except a scene or two
Erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead
So I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee
And a couple dollars change
Callin baton rouge
(chorus)
Operator wont you put me on through
I gotta send my love down to baton rouge
Hurry up wont you put her on the line

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song performed by Garth Brooks
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Baton Rouge

When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a mariachi band
I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field
I think of a girl I never had
When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
As the police asked for our i.d.
So helpless
So helpless
Ooohhh, ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
So helpless
Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce
The judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
Or else I set the trial date
So now when I think of you baton rouge
And the deep southern belles with their touch

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song performed by Lou Reed
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Louisiana Rain

Well it was out in california by the san diego sea
That was when i was taken in by an aging boardwalk queen
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those china toys
And i know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby i'm noticing a change as i move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
South carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on baker street
And it was just some mean old poison, that i took up my nose
Thank god for a love that follows the angels and the whores
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
Well i never will get over this english refugee
Singing to the jukebox in the all night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak

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song performed by Tom Petty
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Instruments Of War

The baton is raised.
Silent savagery, lurks in the green.
Silent feet, step softly,
waiting for fear to explode.

No sound make...let no twig break...

breathe softly, begging breath,

beat quietly, pounding heart.

Like drums, stretched too tight,
under the shadow of fisted war sticks.

Like steel strings, stretched too tight,
under poised sharp fingers.

The instruments lie waiting.

The baton falls!

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poem by George Vuyakovich
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Louisiana Rain

(by tom petty)
Producers for bonnie: robin geoffrey cable, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Well it was out in california
By the san diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left its mark on me
Yeah it nearly drove me crazy
cause I felt I had no choice
Yeah it seemed that I was only marking time
With all those sailor boys
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
And Im noticing a change
As I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same
When I reach baton rouge
South carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black
Somewhere on a lonely street
And I still cant quite remember

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song performed by Bonnie Tyler
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Once at the White House I was asked to conduct the Drum and Bugle Corp. The man just handed me the baton and I finished the song. It was great. I got to keep the baton.

quote by Dom DeLuise
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Worth Running For

the race is long arduous
end is nowhere in sight
impossible to presently reach

here receive this baton
may many good hands
run this hard race with us

receiving baton passed
as I shall ever receive it back
run with you in belief faith

good will passing
is lifetime legacy
worth running for

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Salomé

Pour que sourie encore une fois Jean-Baptiste
Sire je danserais mieux que les séraphins
Ma mère dites-moi pourquoi vous êtes triste
En robe de comtesse à côté du Dauphin

Mon cœur battait battait très fort à sa parole
Quand je dansais dans le fenouil en écoutant
Et je brodais des lys sur une banderole
Destinée à flotter au bout de son bâton

Et pour qui voulez-vous qu'à présent je la brode
Son bâton refleurit sur les bords du Jourdain
Et sous les lys quand vos soldats ô roi Hérode
L'emmenèrent se sont flétris dans mon jardin

Venez tous avec moi là-bas sous les quinconces
Ne pleure pas ô joli fou du roi
Prends cette tête au lieu de ta marotte et danse
N'y touchez pas son front ma mère est déjà froid

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poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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My past and future self

It has to be; one day, perhaps,
we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this;

and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad,
not to meet my self in previous embodiment

and say, thanks for the baton that you passed
in this relay race of self to self

through millions of forms of life, they say;
you played your part; worked through your destiny,

gave cradle-gifts; withheld some too,
to test me further on the path of life;

I hope you’ll look upon me as your godly son;
smile; say, yes, he’s made good use of life..

And I’m a little sad, as well,
not to meet my self in next embodiment;

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Old Woman On The Road

why does the old woman
walk on the road
in her hand
a cane or a baton
softly and gently
tapping on the stone
as caressing
slowly and slowly
prone to her destiny
where are her children
where are her grand children
does she sees
enough to look
noone knows
lonely
as a desolate tree
when did they leave her
may be she is goı ng
to the desolate house she used to haunt
she lived with her husband

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poem by Metin Sahin
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