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Chickee Coo

Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chicka, chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chick-oooh, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho.
Chucka-chicka-chicka-chicka, chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka, uungh-ahh, chicka-chicka-chicka, uungh-ahh, chicka, uungh-ahh-chicka...
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.

song performed by Van Morrison
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Chickie Coo

Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chicka, chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chick-oooh, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho.
Chucka-chicka-chicka-chicka, chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho, chicka-cho.
Chicka-chicka-chicka-chicka, uungh-ahh, chicka-chicka-chicka, uungh-ahh, chicka, uungh-ahh-chicka...
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
Chicka-cho.
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)

song performed by Van Morrison
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The Secular Masque

Enter JANUS
JANUS
Chronos, Chronos, mend thy pace,
An hundred times the rolling sun
Around the radiant belt has run
In his revolving race.
Behold, behold, the goal in sight,
Spread thy fans, and wing thy flight.

Enter CHRONOS, with a scythe in his hand, and a great globe on his back,
which he sets down at his entrance

CHRONOS
Weary, weary of my weight,
Let me, let me drop my freight,
And leave the world behind.
I could not bear
Another year
The load of human-kind.

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poem by John Dryden
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The Litany Of Nations

CHORUS

If with voice of words or prayers thy sons may reach thee,
We thy latter sons, the men thine after-birth,
We the children of thy grey-grown age, O Earth,
O our mother everlasting, we beseech thee,
By the sealed and secret ages of thy life;
By the darkness wherein grew thy sacred forces;
By the songs of stars thy sisters in their courses;
By thine own song hoarse and hollow and shrill with strife;
By thy voice distuned and marred of modulation;
By the discord of thy measure's march with theirs;
By the beauties of thy bosom, and the cares;
By thy glory of growth, and splendour of thy station;
By the shame of men thy children, and the pride;
By the pale-cheeked hope that sleeps and weeps and passes,
As the grey dew from the morning mountain-grasses;
By the white-lipped sightless memories that abide;
By the silence and the sound of many sorrows;
By the joys that leapt up living and fell dead;

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poem by Algernon Charles Swinburne
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Thespis: Act I

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

GODS

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

THESPIANS

Thespis
Sillimon
TimidonTipseion
Preposteros
Stupidas
Sparkeio n
Nicemis
Pretteia

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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In Allusion To The French Song. N'entendez Vous Pas Ce Language

CHORUS.
THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?

I.
How often have my tears
Invaded your soft ears,
And dropp'd their silent chimes
A thousand thousand times?
Whilst echo did your eyes,
And sweetly sympathize;
But that the wary lid
Their sluces did forbid.

Cho. THEN UNDERSTAND YOU NOT (FAIR CHOICE)
THIS LANGUAGE WITHOUT TONGUE OR VOICE?

II.
My arms did plead my wound,
Each in the other bound;

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poem by Richard Lovelace
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Beautiful River

And he showed me a pure River of Water of Life, clear as crystal, proceeding out of the Throne of God and of the Lamb." -- Rev. xxii. 1

Shall we gather at the river
Where bright angel feet have trod;
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?

CHORUS.

Yes, we'll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river --
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will walk and worship ever,
All the happy, golden day.

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poem by Robert Wadsworth Lowry
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Harajuku Girls

Wa-mono
There's me, there's you (hoko-ten)
In a pedestrian paradise
Where the catwalk got its claws (meow)
A subculture, in a kaleidoscope of fashion
Prowl the streets of Harajuku (irasshaimase)
Super lovers, tell me where you got yours
(At the super lovers store)
Yochi Yamamoto
I'm hanging with the locals
Where the catwalk got its claws
All you fashion know-it-alls
With your underground malls
In the world of Harajuku
Putting on a show, when you dress up in your clothes
Wild hair color and cell phones
Your accessories are dead on
[chorus 2x]
Harajuku girls, you got the wicked style
I like the way that you are

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song performed by Gwen Stefani
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Thespis: Act II

DRAMATIS PERSONAE

GODS

Jupiter, Aged Diety
Apollo, Aged Diety
Mars, Aged Diety
Diana, Aged Diety
Mercury

THESPIANS

Thespis
Sillimon
TimidonTipseion
Preposteros
Stupidas
Sparkeio n
Nicemis
Pretteia

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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A Morning After

You mirror (not mirror exactly, but echo cho cho..) that flash
of hot tongue lash, swift as a simile in its bite, moving this
walking mess of indecision and (cold, cold) anxiety to tears
(and what(of the past present future) of the ghosts?)

Temper, temper you gotta lotta words as I do
and the lies and the falsities cascade like rolling credits in
my head. Of and not of this: trace the root back
to three then you have vulnerability

The science is there: all neurological and treatable
but in this labyrinth there are not only minotaurs:
there are spectres and the boogeyman - fear, or
so I've read. You as a metaphor, I as the
hyperbole. We move in ways unknown to me.

poem by Julian Sison
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