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  1. #81
    The Sounds of Silence -- Simon & Garfunkel

    Hello darkness, my old friend
    I've come to talk with you again
    Because a vision softly creeping
    Left its seeds while I was sleeping
    And the vision planted in my brain
    Still remains
    Within the sounds of silence

    Through restless dreams I walked alone
    Narrow streets of cobblestone
    'Neath the halo of a street lamp
    I turned my collar to the cold and damp
    When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
    It split the night
    And touched the sounds of silence

    And in the naked light I saw
    Ten thousand people, maybe more
    People talking without speaking
    People hearing without listening
    People writing songs that voices never share
    No one dared
    Disturb the sound of silence

    "Fools," said I "you do not know
    Silence like a cancer grows
    Hear my words that I might teach you
    Take my arms that I might reach you"
    But my words, like silent raindrops fell
    And echoed
    In the wells of silence

    And the people bowed and prayed
    To the neon god they made
    And the sign flashed out its warning
    In the words it was forming
    And the sing said, "The words of the prophets are written on thew subway walls
    And tenement halls"
    And whispered in the sounds of silence

  2. #82
    If (a Picture Paints a Thousand Words) - David Gates (I absolutely love the version sung by Telly Savalas).

    If a picture paints a thousand words,
    then why can't I paint you?
    The words would never show,
    the you I've come to know . . .

    If a face could launch a thousand ships,
    then where am I to go?
    There's no one home but you,
    you're all that's left me to . . .

    And when my love for life
    is running dry,
    You come and pour
    yourself on me . . .

    If a man could be two places at one time,
    I'd be with you,
    tomorrow and today,
    beside you all the way . . .

    If the world should stop revolving,
    Spinning slowly down to die,
    I'd spend the end with you
    when the world was through . . .

    Then one by one
    the stars would all go out . . .
    Then you and I
    would simply fly away!

  3. #83



    "The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. It was a saying about noble figures in old Irish poems—he would give his hawk to any man that asked for it, yet he loved his hawk better than men nowadays love their bride of tomorrow. He would mourn a dog with more grief than men nowadays mourn their fathers.

    And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy.
    "

    Live like a mighty river: a letter from Ted Hughes to his son, Nicholas

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    Children of Fire - Oh, Sleeper

    We were born to fight
    Here I stand
    My breath is baited waiting for the clouds to burst
    I plead and scream
    "Come what may!"
    Dear God, lift me up from this ground of pain
    The heat has reached a degree that's bringing me to faint
    My faith and sweat have remained to contend the grave
    Despite the sting, we're waiting until you bring our fate
    We're singing
    We are the children of fire
    We are the lions
    We stayed when all else deserted
    Because we were born to fight and fight and fight
    I see you tattered and bruised
    You're the only ones who remain true
    I hear your call through the thick of it all
    You've waited so long for the rescue
    Our time has come
    I'm sweating red
    I'm red
    It turns from blue, the sky comes unglued
    And falls to the earth as my answer
    It's so far from rain, the lot will feel pain
    As it singes their skin, but for you it will soothe
    What descends feels like heaven on my skin
    Finally I am free to never breathe again
    My body lifts from the ground it was rooted in
    And I pass the spark as it races through the rest of them
    Ignite the world

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    "The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. It was a saying about noble figures in old Irish poems—he would give his hawk to any man that asked for it, yet he loved his hawk better than men nowadays love their bride of tomorrow. He would mourn a dog with more grief than men nowadays mourn their fathers.

    And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy.
    "

    Live like a mighty river: a letter from Ted Hughes to his son, Nicholas

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  6. #86
    If You See Her Say Hello - Bob Dylan

    If you see her say hello she might be in Tangier
    She left here last early spring is living there I hear
    Say for me that I'm all right though things get kind of slow
    She might think that I've forgotten her don't tell her it isn't so.

    We had a falling-out like lovers often will
    And to think of how she left that night it still brings me a chill
    And though our separation it pierced me to the heart
    She still lives inside of me we've never been apart.

    If you get close to her kiss her once for me
    I always have respected her for doing what she did and getting free
    Oh whatever makes her happy I won't stay in the way
    Though the bitter taste still lingers on from the night I tried to make her stay

    I see a lot of people as I make the rounds
    And I hear her name here and there as I go from town to town
    And I've never gotten used to it I've just learned to turn it off
    Either I'm too sensitive or else I'm getting soft.

    Sundown yellow moon I replay the past
    I know every scene by heart they all went by so fast
    If she's passing back this way I'm not that hard to find
    Tell her she can look me up if she's got the time.

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    Transcend - Hope for the Dying

    How dare you spit in the face of God?
    This is an all out war
    The hatred you preach won't stand any longer
    We've come to rectify the years of abuse and pain
    The bitter taste endured 'til we can celebrate
    Revere the glory of your demise
    Your words will not prevail
    And we will not stray
    The time has come for all the wrongs to be turned into rights
    It won't be long
    How dare you condemn the name of God?
    This is your final chance
    For He will send the wicked down for their lies
    The pit of destruction awaits, oh deceptive tongue
    For your folly, you will pay
    The final hour approaches of sorrow and despair
    And soon enough, you'll be for death to come
    These days will come to an end and so will you
    These words you've said depicted a voice that you were never given
    Time for reformation has arrived

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    "The only calibration that counts is how much heart people invest, how much they ignore their fears of being hurt or caught out or humiliated. And the only thing people regret is that they didn't live boldly enough, that they didn't invest enough heart, didn't love enough. Nothing else really counts at all. It was a saying about noble figures in old Irish poems—he would give his hawk to any man that asked for it, yet he loved his hawk better than men nowadays love their bride of tomorrow. He would mourn a dog with more grief than men nowadays mourn their fathers.

    And that's how we measure out our real respect for people—by the degree of feeling they can register, the voltage of life they can carry and tolerate—and enjoy.
    "

    Live like a mighty river: a letter from Ted Hughes to his son, Nicholas

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    "From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down, I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it." - Groucho Marx

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