Some favorite lyrics or poems ( Archived) (197)

(Emerson/Lake/Sinfield)
Man alone; born of stone;
Will stamp the dust of time
His hands strike the flame of his soul;
Ties a rope to a tree and hangs the Universe
Until the winds of laughter blows cold.

Fear that rattles in men's ears
And rears it's hideous head
Dread .... Death .... in the wind ....

Man of steel pray and kneel
With fever's blazing torch
Thrust in the face of the night;
Draws a blade if compassion
Kissed by countless Kings
Whose jewelled trumpet words blind his sight.

Walls that no man thought would fall
The altars of the just
Crushed .... Dust .... in the wind ....

No man yields who flies in my ship
DANGER!
Let the bridge computer speak
STRANGER!
LOAD YOUR PROGRAM. I AM YOURSELF.

No computer stands in my way
Only blood can cancel my pain
Guardians of a new clear dawn
Let the maps of war be drawn.

Rejoice! Glory is ours!
Our young men have not died in vain,
Their graves need no flowers
The tapes have recorded their names.

I am all there is
NEGATIVE! PRIMITIVE! LIMITED! I LET YOU LIVE!
But I gave you life
WHAT ELSE COULD YOU DO?
To do what was right
I'M PERFECT! ARE YOU?

I am not really a poem girl.....but this one makes me cry.....is kind of my reflex....
Viendo a Garrik -actor de la Inglaterra-
El pueblo al aplaudirlo le decía:
"Eres el más gracioso de la tierra,
Y más feliz..."
Y el cómico reía
Víctimas del spleen, los altos lores
En sus noches más negras y pesadas,
Iban a ver al rey de los actores,
Y cambiaban su spleen en carcajadas.
Una vez, ante un médico famoso,
Llegóse un hombre de mirar sombrío:
-Sufro -le dijo-, un mal tan espantoso
Como esta palidez del rostro mío.
Nada me causa encanto ni atractivo;
No me importan mi nombre ni mi suerte;
En un eterno spleen muriendo vivo,
Y es miúnica pasón la de la muerte.
-Viajad y os distraeréis.
-¡Tanto he viajado!
-Las lecturas buscad.
-¡Tanto he leído!
-Que os ame una mujer.
-¡Si soy amado!
-Un título adquirid.
-¡Noble he nacido!
-¿Pobre seréis quizá?
-Tengo riquezas.
-¿De lisonjas gustáis?
-Mis tristezas.
-¿Vais a los cementerios?
-Mucho... mucho...
-De vuestra vida actual ¿tenéis testigos?
-Sí, mas no dejo que me impongan yugos:
Yo les llamo a los muertos mis amigos;
Y les llamo a los vivos, mis verdugos.
Me deja -agrega el médico- perplejo
Vuestro mal, y no debe acobardaros;
Tomad hoy por receta este consejo
"Sólo viendo a Garrik podréis curaros".
-¿A Garrik?
Sí, a Garrik... La más remisa
Y austera sociedad le busca ansiosa;
Todo aquel que lo ve muere de risa;
¡Tiene una gracia artística asombrosa!
-¿Y a mí me hará reir?
-¡Ah! sí, os lo juro;
El sí; nada más él; más... ¿qué os inquieta?
-Así -dijo el enfermo-, no me curo:
¡Yo soy Garrik!... Cambiadme la receta.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
¡Cuántos hay que, cansados de la vida,
Enfermos de pesar, muertos de tedio,
Hacen reir como el actor suicida,
Sin encontrar para su mal remedio!
¡Ay! ¡Cuántas veces al reir se llora!
¡Nadie en lo alegre de la risa fíe,
Porque en los seres que el dolor devora
El alma llora cuendo el rostro ríe!
Si se muere la fe, si huye la calma,
Si sólo abrojos nuestra planta pisa,
Lanza a la faz la tempestad del alma
Un relámpago triste: la sonrisa.
El carnaval del mundo engaña tanto,
Que las vidas son breves mascaradas;
Aqui aprendemos a reír con llanto,
Y también a llorar con carcajadas.


Sorry i dont know how to translate.......

Lyrics for: Walking In Memphis

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
W.C. Handy, won't you look down over me
Yeah I got a first class ticket
But I'm as blue as a boy can be

(Chorus):
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

Saw the ghost of Elvis
On Union Avenue
Followed him up to the gates of Graceland
Then I watched him walk right through

Now security they did not see him
They just hovered 'round his tomb
But there's a pretty little thing
Waiting for the King
Down in the Jungle Room

(Chorus)
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

They've got catfish on the table
They've got gospel in the air
And Reverend Green be glad to see you
When you haven't got a prayer
But boy you've got a prayer in Memphis

Now Muriel plays piano
Every Friday at the Hollywood
And they brought me down to see her
And they asked me if I would
Do a little number
And I sang with all my might
And she said
'Tell me are you a Christian child''
And I said 'Ma'am I am tonight'

(Chorus)
Then I'm walking in Memphis
Walking with my feet ten feet off of Beale
Walking in Memphis
But do I really feel the way I feel

Put on my blue suede shoes
And I boarded the plane
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain
Touched down in the land of the Delta Blues
In the middle of the pouring rain

La Comedia Divina, Dante Alighieri
Luceafarul, Eminescu

INCUBUS - Drive

Sometimes, I feel the fear of uncertainty stinging clear
And I can't help but ask myself how much
I'll let the fear take the wheel and steer.
It's driven me before, and it seems to have a vague,
haunting mass appeal.
But lately I'm beginning to find that I
should be the one behind the wheel.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.

So, if I decide to waiver my chance to be one of the hive
Will I choose water over wine and hold my own and drive?
Aah-ah-oo-o-o.

It's driven me before and it seems to be the way
that everyone else gets around.
But lately I'm beginning to find that when
I drive myself my light is found.

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeahhh
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there...I'll be there.

Would you choose water over wine....hold the wheel and drive?

Whatever tomorrow brings,
I'll be there with open arms and open eyes, Yeah
Whatever tomorrow brings, I'll be there..I'll be there.
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh, do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do do do
ohh wa oh

Jimi Hendrix - Little Wing

Well she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running 'round.
Butterflies and zebras, fairy tales,
That's all she ever thinks about.

When I'm sad she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free.
Said, "It's all right, take anything you want,
Anything you want, anything."

First Verse

Second Verse

Fly on, little wing.

How many there is, tired of the life, Patients of weighing, dead of boredom, They make reir as the suicidal actor, Without finding badly for its remedy! Ay! How many times when reir it is cried! Nobody in cheers it of the laughter trusts, Because in the beings who the pain devours the soul cries cuendo the face laughs! If the faith dies, if the calm flees, If only thistles our plant is above, Lance to the face the storm from the soul a sad lightning: the smile. The carnival of the world deceives so much, That the lives are brief mascaradas; Aqui we learn to laugh with weeping, and also to cry with outbursts of laughter.

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we learn to laugh with weeping, and also to cry with outbursts of laughter.

Oh Bettis maybe mine I'll have to wait and see.....

He makes my heart jump he makes my heart beat...

I'll have to wait for that day to see......

Oh bettis don't walk ... Run cuz your late you see...



Not bad for my first one

Quite good hon... Rock On!!!