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December 31st, 2008  
papasha40
 
POET'S LAIR
Quote:
Originally Posted by Del Boy
Famous Poet and songwriter of the sixties and on. Many, many songs. From upright Jewish family originally but a deep thinker. This was a song of which he wrote 80 verses over two years. In that time his views moved but I like these shown here because they have a very biblical and spiritual stance that moves me. I feel David, Samson, Jesus etc. in there. It certainkly brings me home; some other verses I am not into. He retired at his height , became a buddhist monk, and entered a monastery for a number of years. He left his lady manager, ex-lover, in charge of his affairs and she blew the lot. When he emerged again he had only $100.000 left. So he had to go back to work.

Leonard Cohen.
Cohen is a very important Canadian poet. The Montrealer certainly had his brush with fame in the mid to late sixties and was still quite popular in the seventies. Mr. Cohen I believe is still creating a wonderfull plethora of work.

And though I like Cohen very much, my favourite modern poets are Wallace Stevens, W.B.Yeats, T.S.Eliot, Ezra Pound and Dylan Thomas.
January 1st, 2009  
Del Boy
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by papasha40
Cohen is a very important Canadian poet. The Montrealer certainly had his brush with fame in the mid to late sixties and was still quite popular in the seventies. Mr. Cohen I believe is still creating a wonderfull plethora of work.

And though I like Cohen very much, my favourite modern poets are Wallace Stevens, W.B.Yeats, T.S.Eliot, Ezra Pound and Dylan Thomas.
Papasha, post any examplexs you wish on this thread, they would be very welcome indeed.
February 3rd, 2009  
The Other Guy
 
 
NON DAIRY CREAMER
They call it KFC, cause its not really chicken
Hot cheetos for breakfast make a young student sick
And did you ever think someoneís tricking you?
And the guy in the pulpit is a bigot and alas
Some kid walks into my school and opens fire
Heard any good jokes lately?
Cause we sure do need 'em
My punk band's called operation Iraqi freedom

So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?

A new love is burning up for me
Cause one in four American girls has an STD
And you can buy yourself some implants
But you can't buy a soul (threat level orange)
With your chest puffed out
What are you so afraid about?
With your chest puffed out
What are you so afraid about?
What are you so afraid of?
What are you so afraid of?

So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?

And two gay guys got married
That brought the family to its knees
How did they blow this to smithereens?
Just a couple of queens
How did they do it Iíll tell you now
They brought marriage to an end
And I found myself some culprits
Itís two young gay republicans
Young gay republicans
Young gay republicans
Young gay republicans

Whatís it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?
So what's it gonna be?
Are you real to me?
Or are you non-dairy creamer?

Mission accomplished
Mission accomplished
Mission accomplished
Mission accomplished

-Tony Fredianelli & Stephan Jenkins (Third Eye Blind)

Sums up America's current situation quite well... are we going to go back to being the real deal, or just become a paper tiger?
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February 4th, 2009  
Del Boy
 
Quote:
Originally Posted by The Other Guy

Sums up America's current situation quite well... are we going to go back to being the real deal, or just become a paper tiger?

Well, what do you know? Which will it be? When do you reckon the real deal was?

Do you reckon these 2 guys have the answers? Or just a hundred questions, like the rest of us?
February 13th, 2009  
The Other Guy
 
 
I wanna go across the river
To the house on oldway road
Where my life began and ended all the same
I remember Chris and Johnny
childhood friends of mine
Who grew wise enough to
learn to play the game

As I walked up to the front yard
There were children playing there
And I thought someday this
may be my home again
But how soon I learned my lesson
Through the windows they threw stones
And said there's nothing
left inside Mr. Jones

I went next door to ask the neighbor
If they knew what happened here
To the place where all my memories remain
As they recalled and tried to answer
Tears rolled down their eyes
But the best reply they had was made in vain

Seems the folks that used to live there
Worked hard for all their means
But their means could never take them to an end
There was hope down in the city
Then a bank declined their loan
Now there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones

Can't you see that it's empty now
And no one really cares
For even I must try to save my own
You should turn around and get back on that
Lonely oldway road
'Cause there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones

I'm going back across the river
To see if I can find
The place where life can start and end all the same
But no matter where I'm going it will dwell inside my bones
That there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones
No there's nothing left inside, Mr. Jones

-Raul Malo
March 2nd, 2009  
Del Boy
 
Nice one.
March 29th, 2009  
The Other Guy
 
 
Some Fantastic Place (Glenn Tilbrook, Chris Difford)
She gave to me her tenderness
Her friendship and her love
I see her face from time to time
There in the sky above

We grew up learning as we went
What a voyage our life could be
It took us through a wilderness
Into the calmest sea

Her smile could lift me from the pain
I often found within
She said some things I wont forget
She made a few bells ring

So simple her humility
Her beauty found in grace
Today she lives another life
In some fantastic place

She showed me how to raise a smile
Out of her bed of gloom
And in her garden sanctuary
A life began to bloom.

She visualised a world ahead
And planned how it would be
She left behind the strongest love
That lives eternally

I have the hope that when its time
For me to come her way
That shell be there to show me round
Whenever comes that day

Her love was life and happiness
And in her steps I trace
The way to live a better life
In some fantastic place
March 31st, 2009  
Del Boy
 
Nice - is it Glenn Tillbrook from the Sex Pistols?
April 1st, 2009  
The Other Guy
 
 
No... Squeeze.
April 1st, 2009  
The Other Guy
 
 
Harlan
(Darrel Scott)

In the deep dark hills of eastern Kentucky
That's the place where I traced my bloodline
And it's there I read on a hillside gravestone
"You'll never leave Harlan alive"

Oh my grandfather's dad crossed the Cumberland Mountains
Where he took a pretty girl to be his bride
Said "Won't you walk with me out the mouth of this holler
Or we'll never leave Harlan alive"

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life just thinkin' of how to get away

No one ever knew there was coal in them mountains
Till a man from the northeast arrived
Waving hundred dollar bills
Said "I'll pay you for your minerals"
But he never left Harlan alive

Grandma sold out cheap and they moved out west of Pikeville
To a farm where Big Richaldn River winds
And I bet they danced them a jig
And they laughted and sang a new song
"Who said we'd never leave Harlan alive"

But the times got hard and tobacco wasn't selling
And old grandad knew what he'd do to survive
He went and dug for Harlan coal
And sent the money back to grandma
But he never left Harlan alive

Where the sun comes up about ten in the mornin'
And the sun goes down about three in the day
And you'll fill your cup with whatever bitter brew you're drinkin'
And you spend your life diggin coal from the bottom of your grave...
 


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