Liza Radley |
Liza Radley - see the girl with long hairSee her creeping 'cross summer lawns at midnight And all the people in the town where we live say"She's not quite right"And she don't fit in with a small town ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jan 2009 05:18:00 GMT |
Cortez The Killer |
NEIL YOUNG "Cortez The Killer"He came dancing across the waterWith his galleons and gunsLooking for the new worldIn that palace in the sun.On the shore lay MontezumaWith his coca leaves and pearlsIn h...
Posted by on Fri, 29 Feb 2008 05:31:00 GMT |
Poem |
Beauty and Beauty
When Beauty and Beauty meet All naked, fair to fair,The earth is crying-sweet, And scattering-bright the air,Eddying, dizzying, closing round, ...
Posted by on Sat, 02 Feb 2008 02:33:00 GMT |
Waterfall |
The Stone Roses
Chimes sing sunday mornToday's the day she's swornTo steal what she never could ownAnd race from this hole she calls homeNow you're at the wheelTell me how, how does it feel? So good t...
Posted by on Fri, 14 Dec 2007 22:16:00 GMT |
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald |
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on downOf the big lake they called 'Gitche Gumee'.The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead,When the skies of November are gloomy.With a load of iron ore twen...
Posted by on Fri, 16 Nov 2007 15:50:00 GMT |
Blast The Man ! |
There was a man called Hermoniges Phniggs,
Who lived in Kilburn in terrible digs,
He changed his name to Eric Fruit,
And now it won't rhyme.
Spike Milligan
Posted by on Wed, 07 Nov 2007 21:57:00 GMT |
poem |
Coming to kiss her lips, (such grace I found)
Me seemed I smelled a garden of sweet flowers,
That dainty odours from them threw around
For damsels fit to deck their lovers' bowers.
Her lips did sm...
Posted by on Fri, 26 Oct 2007 02:08:00 GMT |
The Apparition |
THE APPARITION.by John Donne
WHEN by thy scorn, O murd'ress, I am dead,And that thou thinkst thee freeFrom all solicitation from me,Then shall my ghost come to thy bed,And thee, feign'd vestal, in wo...
Posted by on Fri, 19 Oct 2007 01:34:00 GMT |
Rondel |
RONDEL.
Algernon Charles Swinburne
KISSING her hair I sat against her feet, Wove and unwove it, wound and found it sweet; Made fast therewith her hands, drew down her eyes, Deep as deep flowers and d...
Posted by on Wed, 17 Oct 2007 16:58:00 GMT |
Battery in your leg |
"Battery In Your Leg"This is a ballad for the good timesSo put a battery in your legPut a rock beat over anythingGet it stuck there in your headYou can be with meI got nothing to rely onI've broken ev...
Posted by on Fri, 12 Oct 2007 02:44:00 GMT |
