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CIRCLE OF LIFE

From the day we arrive on the planet
And blinking, step into the sun
There's more to see than can ever be seen
More to do than can ever be done
There's far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps great and small on the endless round

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

It's the Circle of Life
And it moves us all
Through despair and hope
Through faith and love
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle
The Circle of Life

BROKEN CIRCLES

From the time man arrived on the planet
And, hunting, achieved his first kill,
He opened a flood with that one drop of blood;
It's a flood that's engulfing him still.
There's more pain on the planet than ever,
Much hate and much hurt to take in,
But the tears in the eyes
As the innocents cry
Far outweigh the original sin.

Ah, the Circle of Strife
Edges people on,
In the silent hope
Of a peaceful end;
Till we find true love
In a world uncaring,
Ah, the circle,
The Circle of Strife

And the Circle of Hell
Ever plunges on,
Through the broken hopes
And the people's dreams;
Ah but I survived, in
A world uncaring,
And found love through
The Circle of ... Life!

END

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AMERICA
by
Simon and Garfunkel

"Let us be lovers we'll marry our fortunes together."
"I've got some real estate here in my bag."
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America

"Kathy," I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
"Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America."

Laughing on the bus
Playing games with the faces
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy
I said "Be careful his bowtie is really a camera"

"Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat"
"We smoked the last one an hour ago"
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine
And the moon rose over an open field

"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why"
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
All gone to look for America
All gone to look for America

AMERICAN BAGGAGE
by
A Peace Soldier, Lost at Basra.

"Let us be soldiers, take flak in the desert together."
"I've got my kitbag, I'm eager to go!"
So we bought a pack of rhetoric, and Mr Bush's lies,
Then took off to fight for America.

"Kenny," I said, as our unit assembled in Basra,
"England seems so far away to me now,
It took me nine hours to get here from Liverpool,
I've come to fight for America."

Mingling in the town,
Playing games with the locals,
You thought a guy on a donkey was Saddam Hussein,
So I joked, "Be careful his horse-whip is really a rifle!"

"Pass me a hand grenade, I think there's one in the tank hatch."
"We chucked the last one an hour ago."
So I looked at my rifle, then I checked my magazine,
As the moon rode over the open sand.

"Kenny, I'm scared too," I said, for I knew he was weeping,
"My rifle is empty, I think we may die,
Look, our attackers are swarming around us ...!"
They've all gone to war on America.
All gone to war on America.
All gone to war on America.

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MAXWELL'S SILVER HAMMER
by
The Beatles

Joan was quizzical; studied pataphysical
Science in the home.
Late nights all alone with a test tube.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Maxwell Edison, majoring in medicine,
Calls her on the phone.
"Can I take you out to the pictures,
Joa, oa, oa, oan?"

But as she's getting ready to go,
A knock comes on the door.

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.

Back in school again Maxwell plays the fool again.
Teacher gets annoyed.
Wishing to avoid an unpleasant
Sce, e, e, ene,

She tells Max to stay when the class has gone away,
So he waits behind
Writing fifty times "I must not be
So, o, o, o.."

But when she turns her back on the boy,
He creeps up from behind.

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon her head.
Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that she was dead.

P. C. Thirty-one said, "We caught a dirty one."
Maxwell stands alone
Painting testimonial pictures.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.

Rose and Valerie, screaming from the gallery
Say he must go free
(Maxwell must go free)
The judge does not agree and he tells them
So, o, o, o.

But as the words are leaving his lips,
A noise comes from behind.

Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Came down upon his head.
Bang!Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer
Made sure that he was dead.

Whoa, oh, oh Silver hammer, yeah

ANAGRAMMATISM
(A Commonly Unsociable Malaise)
by
Alexi Cographer

I'm a married man; need to do my anagrams,
Why, I just don't know,
Late nights all alone at my PC
Exchanging 'O's.

Tax my screaming brain, till it's squealing out with pain,
"Please leave me alone!"
All those 'X's 'W's, 'A's, where
Will they all go?

But as I'm almost ready for bed,
A tune fills my poor head.
(Oh blimey!)

"Bang! Bang! Move those 'X' and 'H's
Then disallow three 'E's,
Clang! Clang! Now we need a 'W',
Must remove a 'B'."

When I go to bed, anagrams assault my head,
It's so hard to sleep,
Wish that I could grab some elusive
Zee, e, e, ee's.

Through the midnight gloom, letters zoom around the room,
'I's and 'A's and 'J's,
'H's 'B's and 'S's and 'P's
And oh, oh, oh, 'O's.

But just as I am falling asleep,
I hear those faraway words:
(Oh blimey!)

"Bang! Bang! Move those 'X' and 'H's
Then disallow three 'E's,
Clang! Clang! Now we need a 'W',
Must remove a 'B'."

PC's on again, back in the computer den,
Never mind the sleep,
I'll resolve this gram I am certain,
Hee, hee, hee, hee!

Hear wife scream with wrath, "Turn that Bxxx computer off!"
"Shoosh!" I scream right back,
(Shoosh, he screams right back)
"Just one measly 'X' to use up and I'll
Hi-hit the sack!"

Whoopee! I have found another 'X',
Er ... now I need a 'C'!
(Oh blimey!)

"Bang! Bang! Move those' 'X' and 'H's
Then disallow three 'E's,
Clang! Clang! Now we need a 'W',
Must remove a 'B'."

Wa-ha, ha-ha, must lose more 'R's,
A-tee-hee, hee-hee, I need a 'P'!

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COMPOSED UPON WESTMINSTER BRIDGE
September 3, 1802

Earth has not anything to show more fair:
Dull would he be of soul who could pass by
A sight so touching in its majesty:
This City now doth, like a garment, wear
The beauty of the morning; silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theatres, and temples lie
Open unto the fields, and to the sky;
All bright and glittering in the smokeless air.
Never did sun more beautifully steep
In his first splendour, valley, rock, or hill;
Ne'er saw I, never felt, a calm so deep!
The river glideth at his own sweet will:
Dear God! the very houses seem asleep;
And all that mighty heart is lying still!

KILLING TIME
A Sad Hour at Westminster Bridge.
September 3 at 18:02

The might of London's sights is captured here,
Yet people, vacant-eyed go rushing by,
All heedless of this gracious majesty.
And now the busy City starts to share
The bustle of the evening rush-hour where,
The Gherkin Tower, The Dome, and London Eye,
Predominate the river and the sky;
While smoky air clings mute to window sills,
Then swirls and laps round Big Ben's steepled tower,
Impatient to delay that looming hour.
In vain; for Time, relentless, passes till
A lone voice whispers softly, 'Allah's Will.'
The bridge erupts ... a loathsome aim fulfilled.

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STRANGERS IN THE NIGHT
by
Frank Sinatra

Strangers in the night exchanging glances
Wond'ring in the night
What were the chances we'd be sharing love
Before the night was through.

Something in your eyes was so inviting,
Something in your smile was so exciting,
Something in my heart,
Told me I must have you.

Strangers in the night, two lonely people
We were strangers in the night
Up to the moment
When we said our first hello.
Little did we know
Love was just a glance away,
A warm embracing dance away and -

Ever since that night we've been together.
Lovers at first sight, in love forever.
It turned out so right,
For strangers in the night.

Love was just a glance away,
A warm embracing dance away -

Ever since that night we've been together.
Lovers at first sight, in love forever.
It turned out so right,
For strangers in the night.

Dooby dooby doo
doo doo dee la la
da da da da da

STRANGER ON MY FLIGHT
(A Terror Intention In A Toilet?)

Stranger on my flight, weird nervy glances,
Scanning left and right,
What were the chances he'd explode a bomb
Afore the flight was through?

Something in my brain was darned suspicious,
Something in his eyes was darned malicious,
Sweating constantly,
Just like a whore in church.

Stranger on my flight, lone, introverted,
Sitting over on my right,
And that next moment as he
Went off to the loo,
I viewed his velvet shoes,
Were the heels trigger devices?
What's the odds we won't survive this?

Nagging in my head, a voice unnerving
Said, 'We'll soon be dead, everyone burning,
Sure as eggs are eggs,
We're gonna get bloodshed.'

Death was but a jot away
An evil terror plot away.

One thing niggled me ... I knew that guy! Who-
Ever can it be? Then recognition
Hit with a fast woosh!
It was ...
That git George Bush!

Terror? Var na na!
Terror, ta ta ta!

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THE DANGLING CONVERSATION
By
Simon and Garfunkel

It's a still life water color,
Of a now late afternoon,
As the sun shines through the curtain lace
And shadows wash the room.
And we sit and drink our coffee
Couched in our indifference,
Like shells upon the shore
You can hear the ocean roar
In The Dangling Conversation
And the superficial sighs,
The borders of our lives.

And you read your Emily Dickinson,
And I my Robert Frost,
And we note our place with bookmarkers
That measure what we've lost.
Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm,
Couplets out of rhyme,
In syncopated time
And The Dangling Conversation
And the superficial sighs,
Are the borders of our lives.

Yes, we speak of things that matter,
With words that must be said,
"Can analysis be worthwhile?"
"Is the theater really dead?"
And how the room is softly faded
And I only kiss your shadow,
I cannot feel your hand,
You're a stranger now unto me
Lost in The Dangling Conversation.
And the superficial sighs,
In the borders of our lives.

A MANGLED CONSERVATION
On A Dark, Barren Land

It's a barren forest ruin,
Of a now dead pile of wood,
And the sun shines on the naked space
Of a place now lost for good.
And the rulers count their money;
Cloaked in vain indifference
Like vultures in the sky,
You can hear contented sighs,
As they mangle conservation
For the superficial highs
Of a greed that rules their lives.

And the merchandisers prosper
With each forest that is lost,
And corrupt administrations
Shut their eyes to what it's cost.
Now our Earth is slowly dying,
And we think it does not matter,
Think there's loads of time,
How can we be so blind?
As we mangle conservation
For the superficial highs
Of a greed that rules our lives.

We may one day learn a lesson,
Rue how rich Earth used to be,
Ah, analysis is futile,
It's all down to you and me;
And you whine your words of sorrow,
But they're only empty nothings,
We can't bring back our trees,
Oh, foolish, mad Mankind!
How you mangled conservation
For the superficial high
Of a greed that ruled your lives.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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