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Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Tarana-Ta Na Na Dhoom - My New Carol Song with English Text lines



TARANA - CAROL SINGING- OR PLEASURE SINGING

Tarana- Ta Na Na Dhoom -  My New Hindi Song with English Text lines

Form- Lyrics

TARANA – A BRIEF INTRODUCTION

Tarana singing is the outcome of those wonderful feelings of heart, 
which burst from the lips of the singer unknowingly. Tarana comes 
on the lips when the heart is in the swinging mood and the feelings 
of joy and pleasure began to come out in the form of meaningless 
and sometimes meaningful words almost in a similar manner 
in all the languages of the world.

Tarana is an Indian musical form in classical music. It has been the 
most popular form sung all over India. The form often with meaningless 
words has attracted not only the vocalists, but the dancers of kathak* 
and bharatnatyam* of both north and south India respectively. The 
monophonic syllables sung in fast tempo has made it enjoyable from 
a learned to a lay man.

I have placed in my Tarana Song Video (on You Tube), some of my 
Photos  with Hindi Song lines in Roman English as well as its English 
 Text lines to show the mood of the Song, which resembles the 
Photos shown in the Video. I am hopeful that this new experimental 
song even without music would give a new horizon to use this form of 
singing for our English Music lovers.

Critical impressions from my music lover Poetry Soup friends about the 
Tarana form of singing and Video is requested and it would be highly 
appreciated. With best wishes

URL OF TARANA SONG ON MY YOU TUBE CHANNEL

In order to really know and appreciate this form of Singing please use
the URL placed below of my Music channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8IrGvXAlC3w

Ravindra K Kapoor

*A classical form of India




TARANA SONG 


Ta Na Na Dhoom                                   01     Tarana 

Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom   	
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       02      Tarana 


Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom   
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                        03      Tarana 
  

Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na 
Dhoom Dhoom Ta Na Na                       04       Tarana 



Uproar is all over the world                   05      English

Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jag Mein          05      Hindi



The melody which you are searching 
Is the melody on your lips                     06     English

Dhoond Raha Jise, Dhun Ye Wahi Hai    06     Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom 
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom Dhoom           07    Tarana

Ta Na Na Dhoom  
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       08    Tarana  

            
  
See what a Magic it is                           09     English

Dhekho To Ye Hai Kaisa Karisma           09    Hindi



Your Melody                                          10     English

Dhun  Teri                                             10     Hindi


Is standing just before you                  11     English

Tere Samne Hi Khadi Hai                      11     Hindi


Uproar is all over the world                  12     English

Dhoom Machi Hai Sagre Jg Main           12     Hindi


The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                    13     English

Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai    13     Hindi



The Melody which you could not find
Even in Ages                                         14     English

Yug Beete Jise Dhoond Na Paya           14     Hindi



Is standing before you 
To woo you                                           15    English
   
Aaj Wahi Tujhe, Waran Khadi Hai         15     Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                       16     Tarana

Ta Na Na Dhoom                                   17     Tarana



Uproar is all over the world                  18     English

Dhoom Machi Hai       
Sagre Jg Main                                       18     Hindi



The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                    19     English

Dhoond Raha Jise 
Dhun Ye Wahi Hai                                 19     Hindi



See what a                                           20      English

Dhekho To Kaisi                                    20      Hindi



New Dawn is spreading its wings         21      English

Subah Jagi Hai                                      21       Hindi



Smile is blooming on every lips              22      English
     
Adharon Pe Muskaan Khilee Hai            22      Hindi



The melody which you are searching
Is the melody on your lips                      23        English

Dhoond Raha Jise Dhun Ye Wahi Hai      23        Hindi



Ta Na Na Dhoom 
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom
Dhoom Ta Na Na Dhoom                         24        Tarana  


Ravindra
Kanpur  India 14th June 2014   




Long poem by Brian Johnston | Details |

Damn Girl - Exclamation Point

Chorus 1:

Damn girl,
If you need some grease,
Why can't you just
Squeak a little,
Squeak a little? (1)

Take time,
Let the voices cease,
Your life adjust,
Breathe a little,
Breathe a little! 



Squeaky wheel will always get the grease they say,
Never has to wait until the end of day,
Somehow there are people who can never learn,
World just doesn’t stop while you await your turn.

Chorus 2:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Vanity disgrace
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Give yourself some space
And breathe a little
Breathe a little


 
Cannot find your voice, afraid to lose your cool,
Lessons they forgot somehow to teach in school.	
‘Trying hard’ it seems is never good enough	,
‘Doing’ is what shows folks that you’ve got the stuff.

Chorus 3:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be alright
Why not squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
And you see some light
Why not breathe a little
Breathe a little 



If you don’t have answers well it’s just poor you
Sitting in your chair when all the dancing‘s through,
Sure ‘nough little girl a lottery’s your chance,
Only way in Hell that you will get to France.

Chorus 4:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Why can’t you just
Squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Don’t you go bust
Breathe a little
Breathe a little 



Inner adult free now and can be quite wild,
Baby-sitter dead now for your inner child,
Grand prize may not be the way you want to go,
Happiest are people just content to show….(2)

Chorus 5:

Damn girl
If you need some grease
Let that be OK
And squeak a little.
Squeak a little,

Take time
Till the voices cease
Sample life’s bouquet
And breathe a little
Breathe a little


Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014

Poet's Notes: 
Got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.

Brian Johnston
Sept. 6, 2014

Poet's Notes: 
(1)	‘a squeaky wheel gets the grease’ – means that when a wheel on a car or bicycle starts to get noisy (squeaky) the owner knows that its bearing is dry and needs lubrication so he takes care of this problem right away.  The human parallel for the rest of us is that when you need something from someone, we should not assume that they will see your problem and fix it right away. It is much better to tell them about the problem yourself (squeak a little) so that the problem is addressed more quickly.

(2)	 ‘show’ – means to do well, get a blue ribbon perhaps for excellence, but not be the best. Those who have to be the best at something, frequently let other things in their lives slide, i.e., they go for ‘flash’ and not for ‘quality of life.’
I got the idea for the chorus of this song while listening to Country Music in a bar in Blunt, SD. My country music loving bartender/waitress liked the 'squeaky wheel' idea so I went home and wrote the song.


Long poem by Spenser Jones | Details |

Drawn in Harmony

The phrase "Music to my ears" has been injected toward the 
wrong part of my body, and most unpleasantly personified. 
There is a record player that I let skip and scratch on purpose, hearing 
colorful sound of life back when truth kept us both inside the lines. 
I thought order was helping me draw closer to you, while you began on the next 
page without me. The needle digs it's way into my ape-shaped forearm. 
I'm directed by the guitar string shaped veins 
that only play notes in the keys of D# E# A# F# and the sharp sounds pierce 
my perception to the point I can hardly hear your voice anymore. 

At times, listening to the same old sad song on repeat makes me think
that I am just an old soul getting repeatedly tossed around in God's 
big barrel of human paradox. "Lord what was I made for? Surely it wasn't 
to repeat the mistakes of my forefathers, because I'm certain I am the 
only one you molded with forearms so large, that the record got lost 
and forgot how to spin in circles. Music is all about art, and art all about 
perception. Perception has nothing to do with your eyesight, and 
you use your ears to envision the painting on a blank canvas before picking 
anything else up but sound waves. I drive myself crazy sometimes when 
I think that my inspiration is speeding away from me in the 
opposite lane, but I didn't even ask for directions. Mostly because I'm a man, 
a stubborn one at that, and I always think I know where I'm going. 
But this time, I swear I had gotten the map right. So I transformed my open 
hands into tight fists to make music burst out of my arms, and the needle went 
faster and faster until it broke off, and the high pitched vibration 
disintegrated the steel into my own blood. I blame myself for letting this 
be the first time to let myself draw some air into my body. A surgery of 
scalpels cutting into my physical, and an orchestral symphony of sutures, 
threading my life back together again. My blue blood turns crimson as it kisses the air. 
Why do we associate the color red with life and vibrancy, when it clearly shows that we are letting our own blood run down our arms? Why do so many women where red lipstick; the kind that sticks to your collar, screaming to your wife that you clearly sinned? 
Why do we see sin so clearly; transparent enough for others to correct us before we really we even grasp the desire to fix ourselves? AND WHY IN THE WORLD IS THIS MUSIC PLAYING SO LOUDLY NOW; when my needle broke off into my body a long time ago, and I can hardly hear you anymore.
Good thing my life's song still isn't completely written yet. Let's add a more positive climax to this. One drawn in harmony.


Long poem by laszlo kecsedi | Details |

Swan song

The passionate young man on his way to his love
Walked by a lake carrying a snow-white dove
Inside his shirt he held it close to his heart
When he heard a song - an enchanting work of art

The melody was captivating, full of sorrow -
The cries of a soul for whom there’s no tomorrow
An unknown fear gripped the young man’s heart 
Dark crevasses of life to him were an unknown part

So full of life and hope, inevitability he never had to face
The source of the irresistible sound he wished to trace
He looked behind the dense brushes hiding the water
On seeing a wondrous swan his agitated mind grew calmer

He stood there mesmerized, the scene not comprehending
And a chill he felt from the bottom of his spine ascending
Why does something as beautiful as this must end?
Against a dark premonition himself he could not defend

The song told him everything that was, and ever will be
As he stood there listening, in his mind’s eye he could see
The birth of dreams and hopes, the path and the finish,
The igniting spark, the flame and the death of every wish

The swan sang his last and was swallowed by the lake
Slowly the young man from his vision did wake
He felt the dove in his shirt frantically flutter
He gently held it high and let it go, not a word did he utter


Innocence cannot build his nest in a bosom laden 
And burdened with knowledge so dark and craven
The young man continued his journey to meet his darling
A long shadow followed him in his footsteps crawling

Across the lake on yonder side, hidden by the morning fog
An old man, frail and haggard, sat quietly on a bone-white log
He heard the swan too, and watched it get swallowed by the deep
But at this lonely funeral his half closed eyes did not weep

He felt it in his bones, and knew the end was near 
So the swan song filled his feeble mind with fear
Since he was a young man he searched for the answer
The question being: What comes when to death we do surrender?	

He looked to the sky but in vain, he begged but to no avail
The heavens did not open; his body and spirit were broken
When with the last notes of the swan song resounding
Asking for a sign, he saw a dove above the clouds climbing

On his crooked legs he stood as straight as he could
Raising his hands he pleaded, “Take me, if you would”
The solemn swan song became a victorious celebration,
A joyous symphony of the never ending glory of creation

The frail old body fell back onto the bone-white log
Never again to emerge from that otherworldly fog
But a peaceful smile on the old man’s face remained
Having his long-lost innocence of youth finally regained


Long poem by Jesse Gordon | Details |

18 short poems

III.
diamond sky
climbing up into
the mountain,
collecting the
scattered spoils of 
temptation; seeking 
rest from raising 
the green wood
roots of trees,

these broken kingdoms
will also perish, like 
collections of antique skin
to be buried
in the garden
of wonder
(alongside the urns 
containing the ashes 
of apostles).

IV.
clouds rising
out of the earth,
while the lamp
throws fading light;

a demon; catching the
hidden light, touched 
my hand and said
‘please make me clean’,

and an angel; 
in the shape of 
a thistled rose
unfolding,

both returning from 
the southern weather -
from the flaming fruit 
of vipers, from the blood 
of the sapphire sea;

‘master, we have
your nets of tooth and iron.
what now have we to 
do with them? what now
have we to do?’

V. 
this robe of words 
be put to death
in the midst of fever:
a high fire stirs
in skull shaped temples,
and gilded ornaments 
are strung up 
above the sea;

we searched for
ocean flowers
but found none,

we searched for
antique roman coins
but found none,

now we search 
for god-like figurines
to decorate the 
empty walls 
of these temples.

VII.
once, the worms 
were the rulers 
of these dirt hills;

while the master worm
was not looking,
the servant worms
would cut unbelievers

X.
queen of Solomon -
stones gather 
under your wing,
your coiled gardens 
bloom with nested air,
your temples are 
veiled by visions 
of departed saints,

queen of Solomon -
behold these angels 
shedding skin,
behold this withering 
of the golden oak;

behold these departures 
from death’s sleeping kingdoms,
behold these departures
from the earthen womb
that bore the scorpion’s sting, 
behold these departures
from the muted charms of sleep -
essence of the spectre’s
stained glass hours.

XIV.
receive my sight
of this earth swept armor, 
visions of these coral branches
or of the withered fig trees;

receive my sight
of these weeping pearls,
visions of the tongue’s lucid fire
or of the stardust womb;

receive my sight
of turtledoves,
visions of those lost crescent moons 
or of silk spheres drifting -

keepers of 
the celestial ocean
tell nobody
on what hour
they will rekindle 
the forbidden fire 
of paradise.

XVI.
on the hill 
where the first net 
was cast to catch 
the oracle’s sacred flame,
a fluorescent rose grows
out from the bramble bush -

the teeth of the rose
catch the light 
from the broken star.


- excerpts from '18 short poems': http://mercuryjbird.wordpress.com/


Long poem by Suzette Richards | Details |

No More Hallelujah

My love for you will never fade You locked the door; my bed I’ve made A face in the crowd reminds me: so you The smile at tilt; the voice that lilt The auburn hair; the skin so fair My tender heart skips a beat: Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your eyes held mine, a magic spell The pain I felt was a pleasing hell No one could e'ver compare to you You touched my face with your hand The time all round came to a stand From my soul I moaned: Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Love’s tender touch now in the past Around I’d see: Nothing e'er last The things I did could’ve blew’ you The cars I drove at such high speed The fast life our friends would lead We did not understand the Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah I tempted you with a bit of *snow You didn’t at first want to know If y' didn’t know how I’d show you The surreal dream showed on your face Everything moved at a faster pace You shouted my name: Hallelujah! Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah You pulled away then from me I was begging for you please to see What this was doing to us; to you All that mattered was the crave Your life given over to a rave You’ve shut me out in this Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Your beauty faded before my eyes The pain you caused with all your lies I couldn’t bear to see what we did to you Your dreams had fallen and paranoid The reality, now null and void A syringe, your only Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah Hallelujah, Hallelujah On our true love I will always dine To’ve turned back to another time To happy times I loved and knew you For bringing you into this ruin Sorry! This was all my doin’ For me there will be no more Hallelujah.
NO MORE HALLELUJAH, © 17 January 2013 Suzette Crous *snow: slang for cocaine Inspired by the song HALLELUJAH copyright © Leonard Cohen Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/leonardcohen/hallelujah.html "You say I took the name in vain I don't even know the name But if I did, well, really, what's it to you? There's a blaze of light in every word It doesn't matter which you heard The holy or the broken Hallelujah" >b>Sung by ALEXANDRA BURKE (If this does not move you, check your pulse...): http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qSgsW9GLerA (X Factor winner) and http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yQpod0tKOfE (at the Royal Albert Hall, London) For those who can play guitar: "Hallelujah chords best version":- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-jN6qD45gtA For Frank H's Contest: Hallelujah 17 January 2012


Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/radhas__song____a_folk_song_of_india__12_258638' st_title='Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2'>

Radha's Song- A folk Song of India 1/2

Prelude

This folk song is based on the childhood incidents of  8-10 years old Krishna, who use to
please everyone of Gukul village by his loving playfulness.  Gokul is the place where the
divine Krishna was brought up by his foster mother Yashoda about 5000 years back.  

Radha’s  Song-   A folk Song of India  1/2

When the golden rays of Sun peeped,
From behind the hanging dark clouds,
My mind bloomed touching the rays,
As flowers bloom seeing the Sunshine,

O my friend, I came to Punghat*,
To collect water from the   river,
And was about   to dip and fill it,  
In my empty earthen, Gagariya*,

Suddenly   Krishna,*    appeared   there, 
From where,   I do not know,      Sakhi*,
My Gagariaya*,  slipped from my hand,
Even my Chunariaya* also drifted away,

Now, how to go home tell me, my friend,
Without,         the water pot and     water,
From where,     I can get my Chunariaya*,
To cover myself,       before I reach home.

Such  is the magic of Krishna &  his  flute,
They enchants our  mind & heart,    Sakhi,
O, even  I hear,     the melodies of his flute,
When he is nowhere, around me, O Sakhi,

You   also   feel,         as   I  feel,  for  our  dear  Krishna,
Suffering as I suffer, still smiling in our hearts my friend,
Does the melodies,                of his ever enchanting flute,
Lives in your mind and heart,   like me,              O, Sakhi.

Ravindra
Kanpur   India    23 10 2010
(Protected under copyright provisions of Poetry Soup)
Clarifications:
*Radha.   Radha was the childhood friend and was one of the most beloved Gopi of Lord
Krishna. She was the   beauty, power and aura create the ethics of love. None of the
scriptures consists of the power to verbalize her beauty, for it is clear enough that when
beauty of Sri Krishna makes several hearts leave their boundaries, her beauty is so
mesmerizing that it makes Him loose consciousness.
*Krishna.   Krishna is often depicted as an infant or young boy playing a flute as in the
Bhagavata Purana  or as a youthful prince giving direction and guidance as in the Bhagavad
Gita. The stories of Krishna appear across a broad spectrum of Hindu philosophical and
theological traditions.] 
*Gagariya. The earthen pot used still in Indian villages to collect water from river, pond
or wells.
* Chunariya.  A long strip of cloth to cover the beauty of a woman. It normally hangs on
the bosom to cover them.
Punghat.  Is the word used for a place from where water can be collected by village women
of India.
*Sakhi. Hindi word means female friend


Long poem by Ravindra K Kapoor | Details |

Adieu To Unheard Melodies 26

The Boatman’s Song 					26 Last on PS
							Rest would be 
concluded in the book

This story of the Boatman’s Song is taking a break/stop here,
As enough of its Episodes I have already placed,
On this wonderful sight which we call and know as PoutrySoup. 
The love and appreciation which I got from you all 
Would linger and glow like a lamp light in my heart

Stories come and stories go
Poems also come flashes on board, illuminate us and one day go
Sometimes they leave an impression on our mind and heart
But often they vanishes like a Tarang*(wave)
Which after rising high and very high
Just mingles in the sea of life, leaving no impressions
As if we never saw them high or low

This is the beauty of life
Which keep on moving without ever stopping
Playing, singing, loving or hating, smiling or laughing
Reading or writing or singing a melody touching our hearts
Or get busy in life without wasting a minutes time
Or waiting and waiting for something to happen
Which sometimes takes place 
And often keep us only waiting 
But this is how the life moves on?

Ravindra

Note: What happens in the ceremony celebrations on Vasant* at the Kingdom of Malla*
And what happens to the Princess and Urveshi  who were in love with the Boatman,  who 
was actually the young Chandragupta Maurya,* of the Ancient India who ruled between 321 
BC to 298 BC under the guidance of his Guru Chanakya*, whose role was the base of 
establishing largest ever a kingdom in India and how he married the daughter of Seleucus* 
the Greek warrior whom Alexander* had appointed after he left India. Chandragupta  
expanded the boundaries of his kingdom up to Iran in West, while coving all most the whole 
of current India. He established a Great kingdom and his period is known as the golden 
period of India History. 

These & many more interesting characters would be things to be covered in the book I am 
writing as an epic. The book would also be coving what happens to Urveshi* who was waiting 
for the Boatman and how long she stays on earth to see more of his love the Boatman.

      * Chandragupta Maurya Boatman’s actual name in the ancient History
      * Chanakya. Name of the great teacher of Chandragupta. He met Alexander in      
          326/325 B.C
     * Vasant.  The season of spring  
     * Malla.    Name of a Republic of ancient India
     * Tarang  Means wave. Here a nymph 
     * Alexander.   Alexander the Great, the Macedonian king remembered as one of the   
        most successful military commanders of the ancient world


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The Boatman's Song 7/ Many

The Boatman’s Song                       7/Many

Inner Conflict of Urveshi

While her mind was cautioning her to retain
The comforts and luxuries of heaven
And not to go to earth, which can take form her
The blessings to live in heaven
Her heart again tried to murmur in her mind
Was she really happy? In the heaven sublime
Was not she tired of living in comforts and 
Was not she fed-up with the non ending joys?

What was this life without anything to sacrifice
Without the joys of pains and pleasures after sufferings
Where everyone meets, but no one departs
Where everyone sings, but no heart rejoice
Where everything is gained, without ever any loss
Where seasons remain same, without any change
And never the heart moves, to sing a sad song
Where no Koyal* sings, its melodies in spring
Where no flower fades and always remains the same
Where no one feels tired and no one ever retires
Where no one fails and no one wins

Urveshi’s mind felt fed-up with these never ending comforts
Her heart exclaimed in utmost uneasiness and pain
Even these non ending comforts are useless 
Without love, loss and gain 

Urveshi’s decision

She made-up her mind to at least go to earth
To listen the songs of the boatman first 
Songs of the boatman, for which she has fought
So much so, with her mind and heart 

Lord Indra’s reaction

When Indra came to know
The decision of the heart of Urveshi
He was stunned for a moment
As the decision was beyond his imagination
His mind could not conceive 
That someone can think like this
And can take such a dooming decision
It was beyond his mind and imagination 
That Urveshi can decide to leave the heaven
Which is her most prideful possession
And a place for which every one prays
And waits and waits to find such an abode of 
Their hearts longings and wishes

Indra knew that without Urveshi
Even the heaven would loose its luster and shine
As its prime beauty would no longer be inspiring to smile
Or would no longer be dancing 
To enjoy the songs of Urveshi

Urveshi’s Visit to Earth 

While on way to the earth from heaven
Urveshi was still thinking and trying to find a way
How to go close to that boatman’s voice
Whose song echoes had already 
Captured her mind and heart so tightly

Ravindra				to continue….
Kanpur   India 10th January 2010  
* Apsara (A Nymph dancer of heaven as per Hindu Mythology
* Indra (The Lord of Heaven as per Hindu mythology
* Urveshi (One of the beloved Apsaras of Indra 
* Tarang  (A name
*Koyal ( A singing bird of India like Nightingale


Long poem by Caribbean SeaWolf | Details |

The Devil and His Bride -part the first-

Forty-Eight that parallel... above which no man need go. For there doth dwell the demon... with his sultry bride from hell. Water's frozen, sky's a'fire... sea o'forsaken desire. Doth sure now lure a'many sailor-lad... 'twixt depths of irk and ire. So 'twas set black sail aloft... from deck o'ship so fleet. As day broke solemn winsome soft... that devil 'twas I to meet. Oh... Raven did'st indeed forewarn... blackest beak did mouth such scorn. Were I to sail nor'west that morn'... 'twas surely then I'd rue... that day 'twas I e'er born. So demon did from lofty perch... look down at me to say... "Ye've naught to fear but fear itself... on this your fateful day". And that devil he did sing that day... his voice uncommon low. Of that which he'd then cast for me... On swiftsure wind did blow. Oh his tale 'twas a fearsome chant... O'death and gore such rant... Whil'st stood me there upon that frozen deck... My ship a'ghastly forlorn wreck. His bride with eerie smile... Did'st stand so by his side... Casting thus her evil eye... Upon me far and wide... Then she too joined that tenebrous awful song... Now sung by two yet sound o'throng... Those very decks upon which I stood... Creaked now groaned they as rotted wood. Their song took pitch o'fever hot... As did'st my soul begin to fly... From mind as body succumbed to rot... Slowly to that devil's sky... 'Twas known to me in just that glance... 'Twas my day to die. Nay! Nay! Say I....as my soul begins to flee... I've such the thought as need be heard... I'll take not this devil at his softsung malicious word... Call his sultry bride to silence... Her song is naught but curse... And me I've been a'sea... so've lived thru surely worse! Stay ye now that demon chant so to leave me room for thought! For that death-knell bell of happenchance... to me doth mean but naught. Aye! I'll stand before your ghastly eye... You that devil and your bride... And give you reason with which to see... My soul shall e'er be free! Nay I'll not... sink to rot, beneath your hazen fires. Nor shall I be equal free, with thoughts of your desire. 'Tis sure of this-that-day which may so be the last... That your devil's song is truly one of which I am aghast. As did I speak that devil did... His sword of brimstone fire... Ready high to slay me down... On that deck now come so dire. Thus did'st I send mine own blade... Had smiths of old so made... A'flight that night o'demon chant... To strike his sullen bride!


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