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Songs for a Colored Singer

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A washing hangs upon the line,
but it's not mine.
None of the things that I can see
belong to me.
The neighbors got a radio with an aerial;
we got a little portable.
They got a lot of closet space;
we got a suitcase.

I say, "Le Roy, just how much are we owing?
Something I can't comprehend,
the more we got the more we spend...."
He only answers, "Let's get going."
Le Roy, you're earning too much money now.

I sit and look at our backyard
and find it very hard.
What have we got for all his dollars and cents?

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poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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The Last Eve in the Metropolis

When skies begin to change,
New shawls of the seasons,
The people dress themselves
In new costumes,
And begin to keep
The old ones in the trunks,
Then you halt for a while to remember me!
I am a redundant attire
Of every crawling moment.

When birds begin to migrate
From the old regions,
Swarms soar onwards in the skies,
And they begin to ground themselves
In the valleys;
When some sparkling bird bathes,
In circles of the lake of memories
And fluttering his wings flies,
And when that diminishes,
Each moment into distant skies,

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poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Grinding Halt

No light
No people
No speak
No people
No cars
No people
No food
No people
Stopped
Short
Grinding halt
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
No sound
No people
No clocks
No people
No fine
No people
No me
No people

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song performed by Cure
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Desperate Journalist

Hey mister a review
A word for salad
Is written by my friend
In penman
He uses long words
Like semiotics and semolina
But i counted
With
Enigma and metropolis
The lads go rampant on insignificant symbolism
And compound this with rude soulless obliqueness
Everything's coming to a grinding halt
I use such long words
It's all clever stuff
All this charming childish fiddling about aims for the anti-image
But it naturally creates the perfectly malleable image
Tantalizing enigma
Of the cure
They try to take
Everything

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song performed by Cure
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Immortal soldier

HALT-listen when I speak
fear me, trust me
place your life in my hands
honor me, respect me
salute when I pass
hate me, despise me
and I won't care
you are nothing to me
I am an immortal soldier

HALT-listen when I speak
I fought, I won
my scars are many
I shot, I killed
the dreams still come
hate me, despise me
and I won't care
you are nothing to me
I am an immortal soldier

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poem by Christal Carpenter
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I'll Return

I am dreaming to return from war
During which I was born and brought up
At impoverished ruined soil
Under rain of tears drop-out
But the tyrant’s not buried yet
That declared war on this soil
And there seems to be no plug or end
To this war.

I am not going to presage
I am aware I’ll return to stage
Maybe in some another age
Not at fool’s cage but land of genius
Being a battle casualty
I’ll rise from grave and will sing
At very first day that we’ll celebrate
Returning from the war.

But when battle sometimes slackens off
At clock-hour halt, but not in line

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song, lyrics by Igor Talkov, translated by Victor Sklyarov
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The Red Zouave

The stars were bright, the breeze was still,
The cicada and the whippoorwill,
Alone disturbed the scene;
A streamlet down the dark ravine,
Hasted the gloomy spot to shun,
And bear its little tribute to Cub Run.

The wayward step of one astray,
He scared the whippoorwill away.
A soldier reels to the little rill,
And tries his sordid cup to fill,
Then dizzily pitches across the branch,
Too weak his mortal wound to staunch.

He wakes anon, but weaker yet,
For the stones with his oozing gore is wet,
Feebly he feels for his stolen store,
In his shirt, made redder by his gore!
But long ere the midnight cloud grows dark,
The Red Zouave lies stiff and stark.

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poem by Anonymous Americas
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Dance Mephisto

Wir wollen das bse
Das unendlich bse
Lieben auch die angst
Solang sie uns nicht trifft
Wir wollen die vernichtung,
Exzentrische verdichtung,
Des seichten, dmlich sflen,
Mgen unsere nachbarn nicht.
Wer hilft dabei?
Wer steht uns bei?
Wer hlt den tanz uns frei?
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Wenn dich erst der teufel packt
So bist du ausgelifert nackt.
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto
Tanz fr uns und tu als wär dabei.
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto nichts dabei
Halt den tanz fr uns frei.
Dunkelbrauner grtel und dunkelbraune schuh
Dance mephisto, dance mephisto am rcken wohlgeschnrt

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song performed by Falco
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The Waggoner - Canto First

'TIS spent--this burning day of June!
Soft darkness o'er its latest gleams is stealing;
The buzzing dor-hawk, round and round, is wheeling,--
That solitary bird
Is all that can be heard
In silence deeper far than that of deepest noon!
Confiding Glow-worms, 'tis a night
Propitious to your earth-born light!
But, where the scattered stars are seen
In hazy straits the clouds between,
Each, in his station twinkling not,
Seems changed into a pallid spot.
The mountains against heaven's grave weight
Rise up, and grow to wondrous height.
The air, as in a lion's den,
Is close and hot;--and now and then
Comes a tired and sultry breeze
With a haunting and a panting,
Like the stifling of disease;
But the dews allay the heat,

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poem by William Wordsworth
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The Vision Of Piers Plowman - Part 17

'I am Spes, a spie,' quod he, 'and spire after a knyght
That took me a maundement upon the mount of Synay
To rule alle reames therewith - l bere the writ here.'
'Is it asseled?' I seide. 'May men see thi lettres?'
'Nay.' he seide. 'I seke hym that hath the seel to kepe -
And that is cros and Cristendom, and Crist theron to honge.
And whan it is asseled so, I woot wel the sothe -
That Luciferis lordshipe laste shal no lenger!'
' Lat se thi lettres,' quod I, 'we myghte the lawe knowe.'
He plukkede forth a patente, a pece of an hard roche,
Whereon was writen two wordes on this wise yglosed;

Dilige Deum et proximum tuum -
This was the tixte trewely - I took ful good yeme.
The glose was gloriously writen with a gilt penne
In hiis duobus mandatis tota lex penhet et prophete.
' Is here alle thi lordes lawes?' quod I. ' Ye, leve me,' he seide.
'And whoso wet cheth after this writ, I wol undertaken,
Shal nevere devel hym dere, ne deeth in soule greve.
For though I seye it myself, I have saved with this charme

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poem by William Langland
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