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A Song: Poem style

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
Sometimes songs translate well to poems.

I have climbed highest mountains
I have run through the fields
Only to be with you
Only to be with you.

I have run, I have crawled
I have scaled these city walls
These city walls
Only to be with you

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for...

I have kissed honey lips
Felt the healing in her fingertips
and It burned like fire
This burning desire

I have spoken with the tongue of angels
I have held hands with the devil
It was warm in the night
I was cold as a star

But I still haven't found what I'm looking for..

I believe in kingdom come
When all the colors will
Bleed into one
Bleed into one
Yes, I’m still running

You broke the bonds
And you loosed the chains
Carried the cross of my shame
Oh my shame
You know I believe it.

But I still haven’t found what I’m looking for...


Song: I still haven't found what I'm Looking For - U2

Any songs you enjoy come to mind?
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Precious Memories

Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me, well
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.
Songwriters: NELSON, WILLIE
 

ya-ta-hey

Mayor
Pistol Grip Pump
On my lap at all times
Pistol Grip Pump
On my lap at all times
Pistol Grip Pump
On my lap at all times
You can be messing with other n***as sh*t
But
You better not be messing with mine.

I was raised in the hood called....
(what the diff?)
Whether brothers in the hood be chivalrous
So I rest defense on my ligaments
Pistol grip pump on my lap, risking it
So life living it, never giving back
Too late for slipping, so slack... up
It's on my lap, its on your lips so track shit
A steel dick full clip for punk butts
All I'm saying there ain't no question who the man is
In my Civic or in this showbiz
I shit a fool, I cut a fool, come on, what you say?
I think I can take care of all you motherfuckers no delaying, right away

Pistol Grip pump on my lap at all times
(right)
Cause tricks be out for your blind side
(side)
Never understood it, but remember I showed you that
In the nineties you gotta look over your shoulder strap
Well that ain't nothing but just for getting high
And a cop ain't shit for just passing you by
If you're in trouble,
On the double
Best to call your pals
If you ain't go none
Bitch
I got
I got a million styles around me

Are we getting along?
(We family, we better be)
(We got your back, we got your back, 10)
(Just don't be pointing no more of them guns)
Aiight man...

Rhyming is a cinch
Son of a bitch, Im rich
But that don't mean you can gank me
Cause all my peoples is pipms
Players
Hustlers
Killers
All been through the filter
I hang with my dogs, man
[Unwelcome language removed] a gorilla
Iller, cadaver, hill-a, beans
Show me have a enough steam, to blow me up, run up, what up, shut up
A trick get the buckshots
Your daughter get the love, a lot
Until you're outtie, at the cemetery
Man, she loves me, and not a single solitary witness to the party
And if you didn't know, should've asked somebody

Pistol Grip Pump
On my lap
At all times
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Green Green Grass of Home
By Tom Jones
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
Songwriters: BACHARACH, BURT F/DAVID, HAL /
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
 

ya-ta-hey

Mayor
Green Green Grass of Home
By Tom Jones
The old home town looks the same
As I step down from the train,
And there to meet me is my Mama and Papa.
Down the road I look and there runs Mary
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.

It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.
Yes, they'll all come to meet me, arms reaching, smiling sweetly.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

The old house is still standing tho' the paint is cracked and dry,
And there's that old oak tree that I used to play on.
Down the lane I walk with my sweet Mary,
Hair of gold and lips like cherries.
It's good to touch the green, green grass of home.

Then I awake and look around me,
At four grey walls that surround me
And I realize, yes, I was only dreaming.
For there's a guard and there's a sad old padre,
Arm in arm, we'll walk at daybreak.
Again I touch the green, green grass of home.

Yes, they'll all come to see me
In the shade of that old oak tree
As they lay me 'neath the green, green grass of home.
Songwriters: BACHARACH, BURT F/DAVID, HAL /
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
Ms. Addy,

A guy goes to the doctor and says "I can't get the song 'Green Green Grass of Home' out of my head."

The doctor says "You have Tom Jones disease."

The man asks "I've never heard of that. Is that rare?"

The doctor replies "It's not unusual."
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Ms. Addy,

A guy goes to the doctor and says "I can't get the song 'Green Green Grass of Home' out of my head."

The doctor says "You have Tom Jones disease."

The man asks "I've never heard of that. Is that rare?"

The doctor replies "It's not unusual."

Your own joke?:p lol
 

ya-ta-hey

Mayor
Your own joke?:p lol
Ms. Addy,

Sorry, no, Tommy Cooper:

One day a waiter fell sick and was rushed to hospital. He was lying on the table in great pain. When a doctor passed by the waiter said: “Hey doctor, could you do something for my pain?” The doctor said: “I’m sorry this isn’t my table.”

I went to an Italian restaurant and ordered, and after about 30 minutes I said: “How long will my spaghetti be?” The waiter said: “I don’t know. We never measure it.”

This guy walked up to me the other night and said: “Quick, did you see a policeman around here?” I said no. He said: “Good. Stick’em up.”

I went to the doctor and he said "say ah." I asked why, and he replied "my dog just died."

So I tell the doctor "I've hurt my arm in several places." He said "well don't go there again."

By the way, have you noticed when you go "aaaaaagggggghhhhh" in a library, everybody looks at you and tells you to be quiet, but when you do in on an plane, everybody joins in.
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
You're dangerous, cause you're honest
You're dangerous, you don't know what you want
Well you left my heart empty as a vacant lot
For any spirit to haunt

You're an accident, waiting to happen
You're a piece of glass left there on the beach
Well, you tell me things I know you're not supposed to
Then you leave me just out of reach

Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna drown in your blue sea?
Who's gonna ride your wild horses?
Who's gonna fall at the foot of thee?
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
I tied myself with wire, to let the horses run free
Playing with the fire 'til the fire played with me

The stone was semi precious, we were barely conscious
Two souls too smart to be in the realm of certainty

Even on our wedding day...

We set ourselves on fire, a girl could not deny her
Its not if I believe in love, but if love believes in me


If love believes...

I was punching in the numbers at the ATM machine
I could see in the reflection a face staring back at me


At the moment of surrender, I'm falling to my knees
I did not notice the passers by and they did not notice me



 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Seasons in the Sun
By Terry Jacks
Goodbye to you my trusted friend
We've known each other since we were nine or ten
Together we've climbed hills and trees
Learned of love and ABC's
Skinned our hearts and skinned our knees
Goodbye my friend it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere
Think of me and I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the hills that we climbed
Were just seasons out of time
Goodbye Papa please pray for me
I was the black sheep of the family
You tried to teach me right from wrong
Too much wine and too much song
Wonder how I got along
Goodbye Papa it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Little children everywhere
When you see them, I'll be there
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
We had joy, we had fun
We had seasons in the sun
But the wine and the song
Like the seasons have all gone
Goodbye Michelle my little one
You gave me love and helped me find the sun
And every time that I was down
You would always come around
And get my feet back on the ground
Goodbye Michelle it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
With the flowers everywhere
I wish that we could both be there
Songwriters: BREL, JACQUES ROMAN/BREL, JACQUES ROMAN
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Morning has broken like the first morning,
Blackbird has spoken like the first bird.
Praise for the singing,
Praise for the morning,
Praise for them springing fresh from the world.

Sweet the rain's new fall, sunlit from heaven,
Like the first dewfall on the first grass.
Praise for the sweetness of the wet garden,
Sprung in completeness where his feet pass.

Mine is the sunlight,
Mine is the morning,
Born of the one light Eden saw play.
Praise with elation, praise ev'ry morning,
God's recreation of the new day.

Morning has broken...
Songwriters: Stevens, Mark / Traditional,
Morning Has Broken lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
Time In A Bottle
By Jim Croce
If I could save time in a bottle
The first thing that I'd like to do
Is to save every day
'Til eternity passes away
Just to spend them with you
If I could make days last forever
If words could make wishes come true
I'd save every day like a treasure and then,
Again, I would spend them with you
[Chorus]
But there never seems to be enough time
To do the things you want to do
Once you find them
I've looked around enough to know
That you're the one I want to go
Through time with
If I had a box just for wishes
And dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty
Except for the memory
Of how they were answered by you
[Chorus]
Songwriters: Croce, James
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
For non-commercial use only.
"Time in a Bottle" is a hit single by singer-songwriter Jim Croce. Croce wrote the lyrics after his wife Ingrid told him she was pregnant with his son, Adrian, in December 1970.[1] It appeared on his 1972 ABC debut album You Don't Mess Around with Jim. ABC originally did not intend to release the song as a single; but when Croce was killed in a plane crash in September 1973, the song's lyrics, dealing with mortality and the wish to have more time, had additional resonance. The song subsequently received a large amount of airplay as an album track and demand for a single release built. When it was eventually issued as a 7", it became his second and final No. 1 hit.[2] After the single had finished its two-week run at the top in early January 1974, the album You Don't Mess Around with Jim became No. 1 for five weeks.[3] In 1977, "Time in a Bottle" was used as the title for a compilation album of Croce's love songs.
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
You say...
you'll give me...
a highway with no one on it
a treasure just to look upon it
All the riches in the night

You say...
you'll give me...
eyes in a moon of blindness
A river in a time of dryness
A harbour in the tempest

But all the promises we make
from the cradle to the grave
When all I want is you
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
If you..
twist and..
turn away

If you..
tear yourself in two again

If I could
yes I would
If I could... I would...
Let it go
Surrender
Dislocate

If I...
could throw this Lifeless lifeline to the wind
Leave this heart of clay
See you walk.. walk away
Into the night
And through the rain
Into the half-light
And through the flame

If I...
could through myself
Set your spirit free
I'd lead your heart away
See you break.. break away
Into the light
And to the day

To let it go
And so to fade away

I'm wide awake..
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
We crossed the line
Who pushed who over
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me

We're cut adrift
But still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down

My love..

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted

The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass right through you like a ghost
They look for you but your spirit is in the air
Baby, you're nowhere

Oh love...you say in love there are no rules
Oh love...sweetheart...

You're so cruel
 

Mr. Friscus

I think, therefore, I poop
You're packing a suitcase for a place
None of us has been
A place that has to be believed
To be seen

You could have flown away
Like a singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly.. only fly
for freedom
 

Addy

Rebuild With Biden!
You're packing a suitcase for a place
None of us has been
A place that has to be believed
To be seen

You could have flown away
Like a singing bird in an open cage
Who will only fly.. only fly
for freedom
Is that a song you wrote?
 
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