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Sing to Me

When I am weary, tired and worn
When the day on wings has flown
When dusk comes with hushed repose
When I lie, a wilted rose
Sing to me

When my heart is bruised and sore
When my voice cannot implore
When my tears streak down my face
When my fears need saving grace
Sing to me

Sing to me on lover's bed
Sing to me, my worries shed
Sing to me, sweet lullaby
Sing to me, don't ask me why
Sing to me

With lips close to shoulder bare
With hand deep in raven hair
With voice trembling in my soul
With melody to make me whole
Sing to ME

Sing to me for in your tone 
Sleepiness to stars has flow
In tune whispered in my ear
Angel song of love I hear

Yes, Sing
Sing to me
 


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Good Tidings

It's twelve days before Christmas, Love, and I am sitting here,
the hearth fire is burning bright, but on my cheek they're tears.
I hold the conch shell to my ear and call for you my dear.
Out across the briny deep a tempest cries beware.

The entry hall is full of garland, pine, spruce and mistletoe
The mirrors are all draped with ribbons, the brass all aglow
I hold the conch shell to me ear and stare out at the snow
remembering our last parting, I begged you not to go.

"Captain" said I "can you not see you take my heart from me?"
In his hand I placed a lock of hair, and a mustard seed.
He handed me a pearly conch shell from the Isle of Capri,
and bid me listen for his love song from the Southern Sea.

For twelve days, I've climbed stairs to the widows walk on high,
I clasp the token to my chest and search the sea near-by
So sad, yet sweet the mermaids sang, they of sailor's gone by.
They sang in sympathy, a song of longing with breathy sighs.

The cliff fires burn so bright now, he's coming on the tide.
The church bells are ringing now, soon they'll at anchor lie.
Had he heard me, had he called, had it been a dream I scryed?
T'was Christmas Eve and in the snow, he's landing with the tide.


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YESTERYEAR'S MELODY

A melody from yesteryear 
Plays softly on the wind--
A mix of myrrh and honey,
A wistful sweet and bitter blend.

Fond memories of bygone days,
Of long departed friends.
Of hollyhocks and lilacs,
A reverie that never ends.

A vision of a one-room school
Set in a woodland glade--
Of children playing joyfully
There in a spreading oak tree's shade.

A farmer toiling in his field
Behind a horse and plow.
No air conditioned tractors
As modern farmers do it now.

A rustic, weathered, country church,
A Sunday morning bright
Glows fondly now in memory,
Bathed in nostalgia's hallowed light.

A barefoot boy with fishing pole
Beside a lazy stream.
A song in perfect harmony 
Played in that golden summer dream.

Oh memories, sweet memories
Locked in my soul to stay.
Oh melody, sweet melody,
A haunting song of yesterday. 


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Part of Me

There's a part of me that still lives on the water
A part of me that you can never keep
Tears fill my eyes as I dream  of the ocean
I see that island paradise in my sleep

My fishing boat lies sleeping in the harbor
Anchor weighing heavy on the ocean floor
I still miss all those nights at sea
My fishing boat will sail again no more

This was the life that I had chosen
From one port to another I would roam
Never stayed long enough to be familiar
Never knew a place I could call home

Sometimes I walk along the shoreline
Listening to her song out on the sea
That's when I know that someday I'll be leaving
The song she's singing is calling me

There is something magical in a night at sea
There's a million stars hanging all around
Untold stories lying behind me
New horizons yet to be found

Now that my sailing days are over
And my life is shifting gears
I can still resurrect those memories
When I taste the salt in my tears.


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Little Song Bird

Little song bird in my tree
singing your sweet song for me
singing sweetly, singing clear
your song, it fills me with good cheer.

Little song bird sing your song
with all my heart I'll sing along.
A gift from God you grace the earth
there is no measure to your worth.

Little song bird, wild and free
when you leave, will you take me?
Together we could soar so high
across the endless, azure sky.

Little song bird, singing high above
your song, it fills my heart with love.
little song bird in my tree
with your song you set me free.


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Song Bird

If I were a song bird
I'd soar on feathered wing
to light upon your window sill
my song for you I'd sing.

Each note I'd fill with tenderness
as much as I employ
if you would let me sing for you
I'd fill your heart with joy.

If I were a song bird
to you I'd sing my story.
If it would fall on willing ears
my sad heart would know glory.

Each note infused with sweetness
I would sing with all my heart
the songs you have inspired
right from the very start.


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Retrospective

I could have held you and kept you from falling
I could have been by your side
We had it all, but it wasn't enough
I could have swallowed my pride

There was so much I could have done
There were so many signs
I never took the time to know you 
I never read tween the lines

Now that it's over and we've gone our ways
Now that the knot is untied
I still get up in the middle of my dreams
Don't know how often I've cried

There was a time I put you before
All of my plans and my schemes
Then I gave it up selling my soul
Along with all of my dreams

Now I am here, living alone
I never dreamed we would part
You gave me some of my most cherished memories
I gave you a piece of my heart.


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The Mighty Kern (The end of many dreams)

You’re not real deep as rivers go
You’re really not that wide
When it comes to my feelings of you
They’re feelings I just can’t hide

Through giant boulders you descend 
Winding through canyon walls
Inside you many have met their end
As rapidly as your water falls

Merle Haggard wrote a song of you
You took someone he loved
His song is very beautiful and true
A gift from God above

At four I stood upon your banks
Watched my mother die
Like those before and after her
So many left to cry

Your pools are pools of death
Calm and still they seem
Whirlpools lurking underneath
The end of many dreams


For Brian's contest
 


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In My Life

There are places I remember Some I used to call my home Family house behind the curtain Tiny hotel room in Rome There are people that I met Walking down the path of life Meeting some I do regret Many still walk alongside There were moments in my life Many I admit were hard Gone with a blink of an eye Some I cherish in my heart All those moments and those places People that I know and knew They’d lose meaning, color, flavor If in my life there was no YOU. (Based on "In My Life" by The Beatles)


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18 Stoic Faces

 18 Stoic Faces
- by Bob Atkinson

eighteen stoic faces
faced four who had come
to read the erudite refrains
of poets both dead and gone

readings were in earnest spoken
for respect for some who had
garnered from the establishment
accolades, awards, well sanctioned

yes, eighteen stoic faces
faced four who read so good
those meaningless diatribes
of useless linguistic words

significance became not evident
for similes provided here
metaphors vaguely crafted caused
me not them to revere

this didn't change my attitude
my demeanor didn't rise
waiting for an end to it
was my only real desire

so I couldn't clap and whistle
and be smiling in my face
that would not have been sincere
became just a little bit ashamed

whistle I didn't do at all
felt not much real emotion
gave a polite nod to those speaking
headed quickly out the door

save me from disjointed thoughts
can't those people see the truth
senseless disorganization
does not good poetry produce
 
of those thoughts not poetry 
I firmly do believe
the fireplace requires cellulose
for bright flames to feed

listless words written poorly
carried my imagination not
was frozen in my dreamy state
rusted any worthwhile thoughts 

next week went to Vegas
to see the eagle band
and watch as pure emotion
rocked that audience grand

ten thousand had paid apiece
a couple hundred bucks
to see those wordly masters
like Henley, Frey and such

they told of the situation
which emotion played upon
a woman's real life choices
why she'd become despondent

ten thousand cheered upon
recognition of great words
displayed while coddled with sounds
soft guitars and drums beat purrs
 
I thought "now here lies real poetry"
not those prissy kind of words
that speak only of the unimportant
with wispy mindless verbs

some lock credentials grand
for that which moves us not
and laugh at the suggestion
that song is our greatest art

me, I have a vision
that we shall all enjoy
songs we've grown up with
as emotional literal tomes


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Yesterday

dreams or illusions of living in peace and harmony
In thinking about life's problems I didn't come undone
images still float in the wind, music of the Harmonie
The magical dream of people on earth living as one

An adolescent desire of a world with a lasting peace
let us justify a bad decision to stop sowing seeds
or are we nomadic people, living like a flock of geese
Life is following the one in front, unsure of where it leads

with ideas, seeds are sown, establishing a path to peace
Can we transcend innovations, to stop following the flocks
to learn people exchanging views possibilities will increase
listening to people and stop throwing metaphoric rocks

"Yesterday, trouble was distant  life a game to be played"
Our people may be gone, but our past lets us be unafraid
My angel seems far away, but memories will never fade
all dreamers, vying in the game of life will never be swayed

I still believe and long for yesterday



for Beatlemania! contest
of Heather Ober


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Dark Lullaby

Go to sleep little child;
Close your eyes and shut them tight,
For we do not know if day will break
And be swallowed up by night.

But for now, worry not, my dear;
The dark's not as bad as it seems.
Though darkness looms over the future,
You can still escape into your dreams.

Lie still my darling baby;
Breathe calmly and breathe slow
Enjoy the quiet of the tranquil night
And the moon's hypnotic glow.

Worry not about the closet
Or the things under your bed;
Escape into Dreamland, my dear,
Safe from all the things you dread.

And if tomorrow fails in coming,
At least you will not be here;
Fly away my child, to the Land of Dreams...

Or be consumed by your fears.


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Your Melody

You whispered me a love song with the sweetest melody perhaps you should have sung instead a song of tragedy The words you uttered reached my soul and struck an inner chord but now I'm haunted by your tune each note a piercing sword An unrequited lovers song that taunts me night and day I long to have my soul at rest your ghost I try to lay Your shadow seems to follow it just wont let me be you seem to live inside my head of you I can't be free Perhaps deep down I can't let go afraid you'll disappear for then I will be all alone your melody no longer hear But I need for someone else to come and take the place of you to sing to me a different song with words that are brand new.
Sat 9th April 2011


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Been there - Shawna Lee's song

You’ll know me at once when you come to my bar
I’m never the feature but I’m always the star
I am who I am, you are who you are
If your money’s good baby, we can really go far

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 

No need to worry, force isn’t my style
Form over function, just chill for a while
Look into my eyes babe, get lost in my smile
I’ll be Cleopatra, and you’ll be my Nile

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 

Come with me baby, out here to the ledge
Real time streaming, keep you right on the edge
No bungy cord baby, my bets I don’t hedge
But I’ll bring you down softly, that is my pledge

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice

You’ll know me at once when you come to my bar
I’m never the feature but I’m always the star
I am who I am, you are who you are
If your money’s good baby, we can really go far

Now I can be  naughty or  I can be nice
Searchin for Mr. Right, but I don’t look twice
I never  ask questions,  don’t want no advice
Take me as I am or stop melting my ice 


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They are wiser

The song will spin and rake and weave
Night draws a warm, inviting sleeve  
He walks along the water's crest 
And picks the leaves that he likes best 

How certain are the lovely girls 
The calloused hands of aging earls 
A locket with a bit of twine
Forget them all, this hour is mine 

The sound of many worldly prayers
The splitting up of all the hairs
Will corner, force to choose a fate 
To bring about what comes too late 

Come sit upon a marble throne 
Forget the room you called a home
Keep not one single bit of proof 
That you were once a thing of youth 
 

 



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Something Like You

Something like a love song
Crossed my mind,
Sang to my soul,
Made my heart fly.

Something like a daydream
Drove me wild
Had me on cloud nine
Free like a child.

Something like a miracle
Hit me hard
Had me jumping and skipping.
I was touching the stars.

Something like a love story
Took my by surprise
Feeling like I won the lotto
Gave me butterflies.

Something like a love song
Played softly to my heart beat
Its all your fault
And I'm swept off my feet.


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Why I Love You

People just don’t understand
Why I love you as I do
They think I am too intense
And perhaps, dear, it is true

But you see, Love, they don’t know
That you are the best of me
They simply cannot fathom
What your presence means to me

For you’re the living product 
Of a love truly sublime
The precious witness of truth
Of two bodies that combine

You are the reason we hope
For the better things in life
The reason that we dream on
Of when daughter becomes wife

But not just for the future
You are why I face each day
Sometimes I want to check out
I know you want me to stay

I sometimes think that this life
Is much more than I can take
But I know I must go on
I survive for your sweet sake

As long as you need Mommy
As long as you need me here
I’ll invest myself in you
I pledge always to be near

You’ve seen the good and bad
You know the demons I fight
Yet you say that you love me
And my world is filled with light

So, dear, why do I love you?
Why do I keep going on?
In a world filled with sorrow
YOU are my heavenly song!


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free cee THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR song

This is a song to be sung by a lady so if there's one out there who thinks this worthy, sings and writes music take this and run with it.  The only thing I want is the knowledge that someone used it...thanks if anyone can do this:
    THE GIRL NEXT DOOR GETS NEXT TO THE BOY NEXT DOOR

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

I think it was blue with writing that read “Body By Design”
I’m talking about the shirt of a man I’d like to make mine
With ripples and his rough spots in all the perfect places
Yet soft enough to hold me and enfold me in his embraces

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
Someone who could make this girl next door’s dreams come true

But who, I wondered, was this lady by the name of Beth
Could he have confused the “B” as in boy with an “S” as in Seth?
Yes, that’s the circumstance now I’m sure with certainty
His name is Seth, there is no Beth, and I know that certainly

I remember when the boy next door first knocked upon my door
I’d seen him washing his ninety-six Chevy two days before
He was shirtless and sweating while wetting down his wheels
And that is when a lady’s desire and lack of better judgment congeals

That boy next door went from door to door looking for a kiss
While I waited at my door for the boy next door to come and kiss this miss
Finally we kept kissing and his beauty made my feverish flesh cold
And still gives me chills and thrills while he carries me over the threshold

The boy next door had a two-door Chevy that he named “Beth”
He saw me as I walked by in short-shorts and very short of breath
The boy next door was breathtaking with eyes of beautiful blue
The boy next door who made this girl next door’s dreams come true
And now the boy next door is the boy next door no more
Since that boy next door and I now share the very same front door
The very same…………… front door!
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A Fallen Sparrow

For only a penny you can buy two sparrows, yet not one sparrow falls to the ground without your Father's consent. (Matthew 10: 29)

I was a little sparrow
Perched on a little ledge
I warbled out my heart
My love song in a pledge

You looked out of the window
And you saw me on my perch
The song didn't suit your fancy
For an arrow you made a search

I kept up my happy song
And little did I know
That sweet look on your face
Was to be my fatal blow

You spoke kind words to me
I was beguiled by your smile
I preened my little features
Danced for you all the while

You found a big enough stone
That would knock me to the ground
And before I knew what happened
There was an explosion of sound

The world around me was spinning
Trees and grass and then sky
I fell down to the ground
I didn't know how or why

My little wing was broken
I lay there throbbing with pain
I looked up at the darkening sky
As felt the first drops of rain

A little boy came running
Picked up my shivering form
He rushed me into the house
Before the darkening storm

His dear Mama bandaged me
Put me in the softest bed
Dripped water into my beak
Gently caressed my feathery head

That night I stopped to wonder
At the hate that you had shown
All I had done was sing my song
Freedom was all I had known

I knew my little wing
Would probably never mend
I’d be bound to the ground
My prayers to the skies I’d send

From one thing I gained comfort
As I saw my rescuer sleep
My Heavenly Father had seen all
And His promise he did keep

I was safe and sound and healing
Would live to see another day
But when you meet God the Father
I wonder what you’ll have to say.

Eileen Manassian Ghali


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THE SAME BLUE COLLAR GUY

The work I do is not the most prestigious one,
from four to twelve thirty I drive...until my shift is done;
a forklift driver rarely takes a coffee-break, 
and being courteous and helpful to customers means a lot.


My long-life dream was to be a songwriter like Andrew Lloyd Webber, but my songs
didn't click...they never made the Top Ten on the Billboard Charts;
and although they didn't sell well to make it my profession, I still hold my thumb up...
that if a famous recording artist performed them, I'd have a huge hit!


My free time is devoted to creating lyrics that I will set to music in late hours;
and I would never be a Mozart, Verdi, or Beethoven if didn't knock on doors
and expose my works to those who would be willing to listen without reluctance...
could one be old and succeed as the young ones with fresher, brighter ideas?


For now, I remain the same blue collar guy coloring more illusive dreams;
many approach me and say," Don't give up...you have plenty of chances!".
I do want to believe that and wear the deserved crown and be lauded as others...  
'till my lucky day comes, I must make a living and have the faith of the achievers.


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Limited

Limited in choices of writing creative topics of poetry,
I only want to write about some sort of painful misery,
Lost love or I am not a thought in a mans new mind,
For I do not know how to write any other type or kind.

I pump out a limerick and rhyme here and there,
Only to write poems that reflect my lack of flair,
For I do not have many hobbies or interests too,
But I will keep posting my limitedness for you.


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free cee ONLY FOR THEE

ONLY FOR THEE

What sweet song shall your eyes sing to me?
What harmonious music shall your heart bring to me?
What song today will bless the fact that I awoke?
And what rhythm will you urge after the robin spoke?

What angelic sound shall bless my ears?
Music only this man who loves you hears
With every syllable is born a beautiful note
As you make E minor and A major float

What flute like sound shall you induce?
And what harmony shall your lovely voice produce?
What church organ sound will be your choice?
You, my sweet, born with a golden voice

So tell me my sweet, or rather sing me a song
Any song that could never be too long
Sing of happiness, joy and being lonely for me
But please, most of all, sing forever only for me
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THANK HIM WITH A GRATEFUL, HAPPY HEART

I've felt the warmest and newest sunlight at sunrise,
and welcomed it gleefully with a thankful sigh
at an early hour when nobody seems too alive...
a cardinal with yellow feathers brought me a surprise!


That gorgeous bird was surrounded by butterflies
with colors brighter than wild flowers,
swirled around them, to acccompany them
to my silent doorstep and start his usual, daily hymn.


"Thank him with a grateful, happy heart,
look up and His image will appear among clouds;
and although nobody has ever seen Him but Christ...
believe that He'll reveal Himself to us!"


And who will be the chosen ones from every present race...
when this event will occur? Those who have kept the faith!
So pray and with your gratefulness ever alive, give praise!
That promise can be visualized by the multitudes that wait!   


"Thank Him with a grateful, happy heart,
take along those good friends who have separated themselves
from a worldliness, which kept them apart...
they run to greet Him in the traquil evening to exalt His kindness!" 


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THE BOY'S PASSION FOR MUSIC

He lived when Elvis, the Beatles, Johnny Cash and the Rolling Stones
had strings of hits and he passionately hummed those up-beat songs...
dreaming of becoming as successful and famous as they were;
and following his dream, he turned into a big country singer!


Everywhere he went, he carried a heavy transistor radio
and listened to them and learned those country and rock lyrics...
and the longer he sung them, the more he fed his ego,
so he wrote words without music, hoping to create melodies!.



Sitting at the piano as Beethoven did, he frantically played those keys,
blending them with easiest chords; and if they sounded awkward to him,
he would certainly use another chord that was simpler and more harmonic...
so the boy's passion for music grew as he planned to hit many unknown roads!


Up North, people called country stars:  hillbillies with nasal, funny voices
and such names like rednecks caught on; one would be surprised by their remarks,
or at how they unfairly they were discriminated...and they were all proud Americans!
But the boy's passion for music took him to unimaginable heights and riches!


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PONDER DEEP AND HARD

How can you hide, from the all-seeing eyes! 
How can you fight, a spirit that never dies! 
What makes you think, you can freeze the sun! 
Whoever told you, you're the almighty one! 

How can you hold weight, when you're so hollow! 
Who said you can erase, your own shadow! 
What makes you think, you can shake the unshakable! 
Who gave you the power, to be incredible! 

How can you live, with the wrong computation! 
Why not ask God, for the right equation! 
Why not take your time, quit living too fast! 
Why dwell on your troubles, that will never last! 

How can you gain, if you refuse to give! 
How can you kill, and you fighting to live! 
Why shouldn't you get burned, playing with fire! 
Why shouldn't you drown, in your lustful desire! 

How can you love the invisible, and hate visible men! 
Why shouldn't you get mawed, wrestling with lion! 
Whoever told you, zero and zero is one! 
How can you proceed, with your math undone! 

Who made you omniscience, a know-it-all! 
Who gave you the crutch, to break your fall! 
How can you think, robbing God is okay! 
Who said if you give, blessing's not your pay!  


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I Guess You'll Never Know

It always starts out so lovely,
Talking all the time - 
“Can’t wait to see you,
I’m so glad you’re mine.”

But time fades the colors,
And makes the petals fall.
What once was so exciting - 
Now seems a little dull.

And I know you’ve had your drama
From people in the past.
They didn’t see what they had in you -
Well, I could’ve fixed that.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.

I just want you to know this:
My intentions were pure.
And if I’d let myself love you -
It would’ve been for who you were.

I’m learning every fairy tale 
Won’t have a happy end.
‘Cause now I’m sitting here crying,
Missing my friend.

And now we’re looking at a goodbye
Because you just cant seem to see -
Just what you could’ve had
If you’d just picked me.

I wouldn’t hurt you like she did,
I wouldn’t push you around.
I wouldn’t take you for granted,
I guess you’ll never know now.


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Flow

Feelings tingle like icy-hot
No returning this clearance life we've bought
The gun may be loaded but you've only got one shot
Always placing first, even before your second thought

Showing off like I'm in real estate
Don't fence me in, you can't match my gait
Try to upscale you ain't carrying your weight
I'm in the charts, check my growth rate

Call me Mrs. Lee cause I be making dough
Son, I'm the coldest, 30 below
You get the picture, Vincent Van Gogh
Steady climbin to the top, no plateau

I'll help you open doors, got that master key
Original work, you're just the carbon copy, cc
Go ahead and follow, no sign-up fee
I'm goin places, 3 out of 4 pros agree.


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           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
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           SMOKE ‘EM IF YOU BOTTOM

I’m  just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But momma always cautioned me to simply say no
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below
      REPRISE: (slightly different melody perhaps???)

Yeah I got what all those crazy young men crave
And I don’t mind much what they have in mind
but momma also told me that I should behave
and protect at all costs what my body bares behind
     (return to original melody)
So I shake what God gave me with pride and a price
And the cost is too high for any of these young turks
But momma always cautioned me that I should be nice
And not consort with just any John, Joe or jerks
                  Reprise:
Because I’m just a young girl who’s ripe for the pickin’
But Momma always emphasized, “girl, simply say no”
I can shake it with a wiggle and things could get clickin’
But momma always said to protect what I got below

So watch as I wiggle by with a wink of my eye (having a bit of trouble w/this line)
And shake my tempting and taunting little bottom
But when I am done singing you dudes’ll need a cigarette
So my momma says, “boys, smoke ‘em if you got ‘em
         REPEAT WITH A FLOURISH
Yeah now my momma says, “all you pretty little boys 
beleaguered by her bottom
……………………smoke ‘em if you got ‘emmmmmmm!”
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Amazing Grace

Who at my Door is Standing
Softly and Tenderly, Day by Day
Love Divine, All Loves Excelling
Teach Me, O Lord, I Pray

Pass Me Not, O Gentle Savior
O Master, Let Me Walk with Thee
Break Thou the Bread of Life
Open My Eyes that I May See

Go, Tell It On the Mountain
Grace Greater than Our Sin
In Times Like These
Christ Receiveth Sinful Men

I've Got Peace Like a River
My Lord Is Near Me All the Time
Just When I Need Him Most
I An His, and He Is Mine

It Is Well with My Soul
There's a Glad new Song
Christ the Lord Is Risen Today
One Day, Lord, I'm Coming Home