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The meadowlark and the chim-choo-ree and the sparrow
Set to the sky in a flying spree, for the sport of the pharaoh
A little while later the Pharisees dragged a comb through the meadow
Do you remember what they called up to you and me in our window?

There is a rusty light on the pines tonight
Sun pouring wine, lord, or marrow
Down into the bones of the birches
And the spires of the churches
Jutting out from the shadows
The oak and the axe, and the old smokestacks and the bale and the barrow
And everything sloped like it was dragged from a rope
In the mouth of the south below

We've seen those mountains kneeling, felten and grey
We thought our very hearts would up and melt away
Like that snow in the nighttime
Just going
And going
And the stirring of wind chimes
In the morning
In the morning
Helps me find my way back in
From the place where I have been

And, Emily - I saw you last night by the river
I dreamed you were skipping little stones across the surface of the water
Frowning at the angle where they were lost, and slipped under forever
In a mud-cloud, mica-spangled, like the sky'd been breathing on a mirror

Anyhow - I sat by your side, by the water
You taught me the names of the stars overhead that I wrote down in my ledger
Though all that I knew of the rote universe were those Pleiades loosed in December
I promised you I'd set them to verse so I'd always remember

That the meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

You came and lay a cold compress upon the mess I'm in
Threw the window wide and cried, "Amen! Amen! Amen!"
The whole world stopped to hear you hollering
You looked down and saw now what was happening

The lines are fading in my kingdom
Though I have never known the way to border them in
So the muddy mouths of baboons and sows and the grouse and the horse and the hen
Grope at the gate of the looming lake that was once a tidy pen
And the mail is late and the great estates are not lit from within
The talk in town's becoming downright sickening

In due time we will see the far butte lit by a flare
I've seen your bravery, and I will follow you there
And row through the nighttime
Gone healthy
Gone healthy all of a sudden
In search of a midwife
Who could help me
Who could help me
Help me find my way back in
There are worries where I've been

And say, say, say in the lee of the bay; don't be bothered
Leave your troubles here where the tugboats shear the water from the water
Flanked by furrows, curling back, like a match held up to a newspaperâ€
Emily, they'll follow your lead by the letter
And I make this claim, and I'm not ashamed to say I knew you better
What they've seen is just a beam of your sun that banishes winter

Let us go, though we know it's a hopeless endeavor
The ties that bind, they are barbed and spined and hold us close forever
Though there is nothing would help me come to grips with a sky that is gaping and yawning
There is a song I woke with on my lips as you sailed your great ship toward the morning

Come on home, the poppies are all grown knee-deep by now
Blossoms all have fallen, and the pollen ruins the plow
Peonies nod in the breeze and while they wetly bow
With hydrocephalitic listlessness ants mop up their brow

And everything with wings is restless, aimless, drunk and dour
The butterflies and birds collide at hot, ungodly hours
And my clay-colored motherlessness rangily reclines
Come on home, now, all my bones are dolorous with vines

Pa pointed out to me, for the hundredth time tonight
The way the ladle leads to a dirt-red bullet of light
Squint skyward and listen
Loving him, we move within his borders
Just asterisms in the stars' set order

Where we could stand for a century
With our heads cocked
In the broad daylight at this thing
In bodies that don't keep
Dumbstruck with the sweetness of being
Until we don't be told
Take this
And eat this

The meteorite is the source of the light
And the meteor's just what we see
And the meteoroid is a stone that's devoid of the fire that propelled it to thee

And the meteorite's just what causes the light
And the meteor's how it's perceived
And the meteoroid's a bone thrown from the void that lies quiet in offering to thee

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Jedi Mind Tricks... Canibus
I grab Mics bust the raw
Take flight adjust the Yaw
Break your bicuspid with your own jaw
Metaphors started menopause in your moms before you were born
Technically you don’t even exist, God
A flick of the wrist, you’ll be gone
Lost in limbo like pink shit camouflaged in a pig farm
I’m an enigma I rip bars
Or burn your star with 5 points
Plus the mic I ripped thus far
I stomp on ya forehead
Peel the top of your fucking face off like an orange
And eat the carnage
My God that sounds horrid, eating MC’s
Is like eating garbage they make me vomit
Discombobulate prostates re-hydrate dry lakes
Wipe Ammonium Nitrate across the side of ya face
Anthropomorph, illogically speaking I’m out of ya league
Who can match the Bident with my top speed
Scourge of the earth, verses are merged into dirt
Heart line is flat lined through the therapy era
Sentences go through re-synthesis
I leave em looking bleaker than Memphis
Without Rockefeller membership
Don’t be an optimist and try to rock with Bis
You end up in an iced-out sarcophagus

[Vinnie Paz]
Every rapper better fear me
Coz Vinnie Paz is a beast
And ya’ll steady screaming for war but want peace
You trying ta walk through the fog where sun leaks
Ya trying to walk two dogs with one leash
You can’t overstand the mathematics
How rip bars, walk through walls perform magic
Tibetan Black Magic, I’m a warlord
I’ll stab you through your fucking temple with a floorboard
I’m a born lord, I was baptised
To see the universal through a cats eyes
Here come the black skies;
It’s all darkness
I breathe life into Jesus Christ’s carcass!


Once I duct tape ya to the front of a Mack trucks, face ya
Drive through a brick wall, pull the park and brake up
Ask you for you proof of registration, say what?
I cant understand a word you saying, you fuck!
Peel you off till you drop on the floor
Drag you to the manifold,
Make you put your mouth around the exhaust
Squeeze your neck harder when you start to cough
I bet you never thought this could happen just for pissing me off
I’m in for hardcore Hiphop, the surrogate father
Protecting rap like the exoskeleton of a Lobster
I’ll moonwalk on water, harpoon jackers
And drag em back to the harbour for the local photographers
Now point four fingers and watch through binoculars
Look what Harry Potter did to Andrew Galotti, Kid
Whether enemies exchange negative energy
But you can’t forgive and forget with an elephant memory
Coz You-Know-Who snatched the mic from You-Know-Who
But lets keep that between me and you!
Me and JMT,
Rippers that’ll rip your ass
I got an empty mag- Get em Vinnie Paz!!!

[Vinnie Paz]
I get a bloodlust when I see a slug bust
Hit your mug with a .38 snub and watch the blood rush
Nothings above us, ya’ll better back off
Cos you a devil like the Canaanite in Sackcloth
We busting Gats off
It’s a clean kill
It doesn’t seem real when your spleen spill
So listen to what im spittin at y’all
La illaha, il Allah il Allah
Come on y’all your getting hit in the chest
Coz Vinnie Pazienz and Canibus is the best
Ripping the rest
And all ya’ll seek is ashes
I love reading Koran in pitch blackness
I love reading the psalms to bitch actors
I love reading the palms of bitch rappers!

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[Mad Child]

slightly schizophrenic borderline psychotic
sensational recreational narcotics
I thought I lost it but I found it
temptation marches along till I'm surrounded
inspired by fire the sensual illusion
caught between the crossfire anger and confusion
howl at the moon black blanket that's starlit
im rarely romantic plowing through tramps and harlots madchild prevails tails of the unwanted
not to be taken for granted
my past has come back and haunted for real
I've all ready danced with death. a dozen black roses
I pose with babies breath
be afraid a place where magic is made
I'll rain on your parade with silver razor blades
I'm creepin over the fence crawlin through your back yard
my mind states intense
savage penetration on the rocks with a twist
now scream and shake your fists
cause dreams are made of this

[Thirdrail Vic]

for real the opposite transmit telepathic
Roamin' the flats with automatics and back packs
Doin' jacks for Big Macs, accumulatin' stacks to make G's Nigga please, you artificial


You dropped somethin', it's your heart
An' it's still pumpin', pumpin' you from this existence
It seems to be absolutely mandatory, cuz you be manipulatin' skin
But no way, because you fake I can trace out your image
Even though you don't cast one, I smell a rat, I'm smellin' that
Stay back at least 150 inches,
You brew tea? an I know you know I can sense it
With the nostrils innocently mixed with 6 hostile stenches
Henceforth the elbow swings dinging, we bring whip to bleed scalps
Swingin' sleep out your mouth
How long you been hibernatin'? Too long!
You're abiding and aiding a felon, to switch your melon
Droppin' grammar like a judges hammer
I feel you mark, feel me feel your chart
You gotta be real an you gotta to have heart
You gotta to be real an you gots to have heart


Stir the blur, nuts and bolts whirl
Stored in electric ports, 4 strong boxes of 10 floors
Shift the weight towards the door, in hopes of escape
When hands on cord, the blazing roof Prev creates
Sound break, concord, eye of the condor
Hand skills of a saboteur, your in for
A war that pours coarse of molten into cords
Strung by the young ones, put me on tour
No folk lore horsemen for poison, pour in skin pores

[big Nous]

Soft rhymers, metamorphize their cartoon characters
Grafted from Africa, in this game you got no stature
Not even a factor in this
Whole shit makes me yawn
Snatch your heart out your chest like a '96 ghetto spawn
Antonym of urban, too feminine for this cut-throat mentality
Have ? thoughts in my area, you get snatched out your Suburban
Fallacy with no antidote, in this ? your age get broke
Runnin' from gun smoke, ballin' never rumin'
Silver spoons crumbin' from flavour
Soon there will be no overseer to save ya
When I delve, tell your podiatrist it's a size 12
National ? Soldiers, leakin' a swine
A snake with no spine, I'll see you, I peeped you
You'll see blue, the fake:
A quick death is your fate
Now, I got shit to do

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I'm 'piphany rambler,
I ramble all day,
'piphany rambler,
don't take these blues away.

Up is lovely,
down is too,
it's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.

Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while.

Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
and then sleep.

Tore a cloud and three birds fell,
3 birds fell and then it rained,
we crawled upside that mountain,
down its ass and back again.

This tiny garden that we tend,
where flowers bloom like accidents,
let's lay awhile and slowly wend through days as long as nights we spent hanging on.
Great furrows in the pavement where our hooves strove to leap
square men in the courtyard, engines idling.

We've seen those impossible mountains,
we've seen that upward rain,
entire bibles full of broken things,
dark and wide as empty graves.

Thunder said to the lightning,
"Let your good-foot swing, go down to the valley, and shine your light on everything."

Lightning said to thunder,
"Go on swinging like the pounding rain, swing your blues like a hammer, ride your boy like a shuddering train, go on, swing the ocean full, go on swing the bending trees, swing it with a heart that bursts and shine your light on everything, let your good-foot swing and shake! and shake! and shake! and shake!"

I'm 'piphany rambler,
I ramble all day.
Epiphany ramber,
don't take these blues away.

Up is lovely,
down is too,
it's its own peculiar labour when you're not able to.

Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while,
Lay in the fire a while.

Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
Don't sleep,
and the sleep.

(I've heard tell at the boring gates of hell that there ain't nothing dear, but there is too much dear, but there is too much dear, yeah there is too much dear...)

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Unlike most of the songs nowadays
Have been written up town in Tinpine Alley
That's where most of the folk songs come from nowadays
Now this, this is a song this one's written up there
This is written somewhere down in the United States

Well, the Lone Ranger and Tonto
They are ridin' down the line
Fixin' everybody's troubles
Everybody's except mine
Someone musta told 'em that I was doin' fine

All you five and ten cent women
With nothin' in your heads
I got a real gal I'm in love
Lord, and I'll love her till I'm dead
Go away from my door and my window too, right now

Lord, I ain't goin' down to no race track
See no sports car run
I don't have no sports car
And I don't even care to have one
I can walk anytime around the block

Well, the wind keeps a blowin' me
Up and down the street
With my hat in my hand
And my boots on my feet
Watch out so you don't step on me

Well, look it here buddy
You want to be like me
Pull out your six-shooter
And rob every bank you can see
Tell the judge I said it was all right, yes

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It's a fair question why i would post so many lyrics but honestly the list would be enormous if i posted all the lyrics that I enjoyed, because i am extremely eclectic...but what i realised in the process is that song lyrics are not poems and (the majority) cannot stand without the music in the way that baudelaire and seamus heany and keats or frost stand without music. The music drives the feeling toward the precise interpretation at an emotional level and it is as complicated and fascinating as any poery really, but they are different beasts more distinctly than i realised...

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"Now here comes the spotlight still somethings not right, I gotta pay my rent by 5 o'clock tonight. Living on 50c noodles, But I'm playing the game that the brother's know I'm true too. Can't let up although the journey is rough, Focus on the goal like it's the Stanley Cup. I gotta play this thing for keeps, My only stress relief is these hip hop beats."

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lyrics to Cold Blood / Peter Tosh

Peter Tosh
Cold Blood
Wanted Dread And Alive (1981)
"Every time I see Babylon my blood runs cold"
//////////////// I see the wicked men my belly moves

Edited by Dreamwalker.
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Now I would walk a thousand miles

And I walk walk a thousand more

Just to be the man who something your door

Durr nunda dada undu dud dud dud dum dum da da da

Repeat verse dum dada da da da

By, those two guys in glasses from somewhere years ago.

I love it when the fans spend years deciphering song words, thinking its a big hidden riddle. Eventually the singer says it was just random words strung together with no meaning. The secret meaning was that it was embarrisassing to admit there was no meaning.

That song I posted above kinda makes me I'll hearing it now in my head. It reminds me of closing time at some mainstream city pub, everybody stinks and faces are red from booze. The song comes on but everyone sings and knows the lyrics to a song that is trivial and the main passage is dumms.

But I'll be critical of lyrics for a few paragraphs. If I'm honest. Mayby once apon a time great warriors sung of hunting tales and warring tribes. I get the origination of lyrics as a word of mouth tribute with sounds. I play guitar badly myself and sung a few pitiful verses about some love memory. A typical song is like a sandwich. You can have a sandwich without bread. The music is the bread. Then you gotta put something in it. It's curious how a cheese and tomato sandwich tastes better that a cheese, pickle, ice cream, mustard and carrot sandwich. Lyrics are like that filling. Less is often more and truth and universitality as opposed to, let's face it ,self indulgence and ego. There must be, what - 50 million songs out there. Really, truthfully. If your going to believe one lyric you have to believe them all. Or vice versa refuse to listen but instead listen to the music. I know personally, another persons idea, another persons meaning has no meaning to me.

The worlds 300 odd national anthems. The tears and passion they evoke but once again are all mostly just ideals and every country proclaiming to be the righteous ones. Arguably some of the worst lyrics around, which country wins the truthful banner slogan competition. I felt a bit tearful thinking of girt by sea just then and even tho many national anthems sound pretty much identical to Australia's anthem, nothing emotional at all.

I totally forgot where I was going with this post. Cheese and tomato. And in regards to anthems, lyrics, etc etc. we don't have a world anthem. If the aliens turn up were gonna look pretty silly.

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