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ALONE
By
Edgar Allan Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then - in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life - was drawn

From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

A LOAN
(From A Fund Of Love)

Our childhood is a short-term loan,
To be repaid when we have grown;
Our children are a moment's gift,
That we may one day set adrift
On life's harsh seas in stormy weather,
With no connective link or tether.
And we, the lighthouse lamp that burns,
For them to find when they return.
The child that left might yet come home,
But not for good, and just on loan.

Their lives flash by, and soon do ours,
And memory dims, like fading flowers;
Fond moments of their childhood fun
Then mark fond moments of our own.
Perhaps, some sunny Mother's Day,
If they've a mind to come my way,
They'll stop a moment, one last time,
To linger, look and find this line
Above my grave, carved in the stone:
'Life Is But A Short-Term Loan'.

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RASPUTIN
By
Boney M.

There lived a certain man in Russia long ago
He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow
Most people looked at him with terror and with fear
But to Moscow chicks he was such a lovely dear
He could preach the bible like a preacher
Full of ecstasy and fire
But he also was the kind of teacher
Women would desire

Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

He ruled the Russian land and never mind the Tsar
But the kasachok he danced really wunderbar
In all affairs of state he was the man to please
But he was real great when he had a girl to squeeze
For the queen he was no wheeler dealer
Though she'd heard the things he'd done
She believed he was a holy healer
Who would heal her son

Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
There was a cat that really was gone
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
It was a shame how he carried on

(Spoken:)
But when his drinking and lusting and his hunger
for power became known to more and more people,
the demands to do something about this outrageous
man became louder and louder.

"This man's just got to go!" declared his enemies
But the ladies begged "Don't you try to do it, please"
No doubt this Rasputin had lots of hidden charms
Though he was a brute they just fell into his arms
Then one night some men of higher standing
Set a trap, they're not to blame
"Come to visit us" they kept demanding
And he really came

Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
They put some poison into his wine
Ra-Ra Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
He drank it all and said "I feel fine"

Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Lover of the Russian queen
They didn't quit, they wanted his head
Ra-Ra-Rasputin
Russia's greatest love machine
And so they shot him till he was dead

(Spoken:) Oh, those Russians...

QUITE A REGAL LEADER!

Lots of mighty men ruled Russia through the ages,
Some were really bad and their eyes were full of rage,
There was Lenin, Stalin, Kosygin and Khrushchev,
Brezhnev, Yeltsin and Mikhail Gorbachev,
Each would teach the dogma as a teacher,
Full of fervour and of power,
Yet no one was like the regal leader
That we see there now.

Vladimir Putin,
Russia's President supreme,
That quiet dude, he's rather macho.
Vladimir Putin
Huntin, shootin' and fishin'
He sure can throw an action-man pose.

When he's on a horse he's like a rod of iron,
He's a fearless leader that you can rely on,
Doesn't make a fuss and never banged a table,
But he'll quietly squash you, yes, because he's able.
He would scare most anyone at all with
One glowering, laser look,
He could send Obama into orbit,
With just one left hook.

Vladimir Putin,
Russia's President supreme,
That quiet dude, he's rather macho.
Vladimir Putin
Huntin, shootin' and fishin'
He sure can throw an action-man pose.

(Talks)
[Ah, when he bares that swell chest, I swear
women all go ga-ga and wish they were there,
he does a butterfly stroke as good as any athlete
and goes whitewater rafting; a rare feat. What a star!]

Leader, George Bush roared, "He's harder than a base bat,
"Yeah, compared to him, Saddam was a tabby cat!
"He has those weapons of 'mass production' too,
"Gee, the whole trouble is, I just don't know what to do!"
Loser George has gone and he's lost all his swagger,
Yet the Red head lingers there,
Respected lots more than the Yankee bragger,
A fearless Russian bear.

Vladimir Putin,
Russia's President supreme,
That quiet dude, he's rather macho.
Vladimir Putin
Huntin, shootin' and fishin'
He sure can throw an action-man's pose.

Vladimir Putin,
Russia's President supreme,
That quiet dude, he's rather macho.
Vladimir Putin
Huntin, shootin' and fishin'
He sure can throw an action-man's pose.

Goodness! What a Leader!

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A DREAM WITHIN A DREAM
by Edgar Allan Poe

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

A TUNE - A FATE.

How they laughed as I came on,
And now as I cue the song;
I think my hope has gone;
A woman, undiscovered,
Aye, ne'er embraced a lover.
Yet the sweet dream that remains,
Is a final shot at fame...
I hear 'haw-haws' of derision,
As I start my audition,
Will I win the hearts and minds?
Will they be cruel? Will they be kind...?

I stand amid the roar
Of the people shouting, "More!"
Grasp a moment in my hand
That surely was not planned?
So wrong yet, oh so right,
What an overwhelming night!
How I'm weeping at the sight
Of the people on their feet,
Oh God, how bitter sweet!
Now I've grown into a star,
Approved from way afar,
I rose up from who I'd been,
Yes, I dared - I dreamed a dream!

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RAINY DAYS AND MONDAYS
By
The Carpenters

Talkin' to myself and feelin' old
Sometimes I'd like to quit
Nothing ever seems to fit
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

What I've got they used to call the blues
Nothin' is really wrong
Feelin' like I don't belong
Walkin' around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

Funny but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny but it seems that it's the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me.

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it's all about
Hangin' around
Nothing to do but frown
Rainy Days and Mondays always get me down.

NO ONE UNDERSTANDS.
'Sweet' Gordon Brown.

Talking to myself and feeling odd,
Feel like I want to quit
This face, has never seemed to fit,
Flitting around,
Looking like a sad bloodhound,
No one wants to know me, I am Gordon Brown.

Why does everyone think I'm a goon?
Do I have a shifty look?
When plainly I'm an open book?
Steadfast am I,
Funny and wise and shy,
I'm no nutty nasty, I'm nice Gordon Brown.

Funny, but it seems that I'm the one you always blame,
Tony Blair, he got off lightly,
Silly how he duly went to war, that was insane,
Yet it's me you all curse nightly.

I shall go undaunted all the way,
Dedicated, set and brave
In my duty stay unswayed
I am no clown,
Yet they want to send me down,
No one understands me, I'm sad Gordon Brown.

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STAND BY YOUR MAN
By
Tammy Wynette

Sometimes its hard to be a woman
Giving all your love to just one man
You'll have bad times
And he'll have good times
Doing things that you don't understand

But if you love him you'll forgive him
Even though he's hard to understand
And if you love him
Oh be proud of him
'Cause after all he's just a man

Stand by your man
Give him two arms to cling to
And something warm to come to
When nights are cold and lonely

Stand by your man
And tell the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

Stand by your man
And show the world you love him
Keep giving all the love you can
Stand by your man

COUNT ON THIS MAN (MAYBE)
By
Gordon 'Muddlehead' Brown.

It's goddamn hard to be The Saviour,
Givin' up my days to my homeland,
There have been great days,
There have been grim days,
And days when things got out of hand.

But if you love me, you'll stay with me,
Though I may usually lose the plot,
But, if you wait longer,
I'll get much stronger,
Why, after all I'm just one Scot.

Count on this man
Give added votes to help me,
Your votes mean my survival
Over all my many rivals.

Count on this man
And overlook my folly,
On YouTube looking jolly odd,
And raving mad.

Count on this man,
Though I'm no new Obama
I'll lead you to Nirvana-land,
Hey! Stand by this man!

END (Whew!).

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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