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Dial my number if you know the code
Dial my number before my body gets cold
I have been stuck in this place for several days
My throat is dry, my temperature is high
And my breath is circulating in the sky
Oh what misery gathers round me
Oh what burden is resting upon me
I don’t know how I got here but I am surrounding
By something that the universe fears,
The mistletoe is resting in the belly of the beast and
Christmas is parading up and down the street
And the marching band is rumbling along
Big boats are pulling upon the shore
And some frenzy people are banging the doors
I have no clue what is going on but I can
See your shadows moving up and down the wall
and celebrant are coming in from near and far
Fire crackers are screaming in the air
And Christmas is crying out everywhere
Dial my number if you have the code
Dial my number before I fall into the hole
You have got to get me out of this place
Before the angry mob breaks through the gate
I have been waiting for this call,
but all I hear is a daily brawl,
and when my spirit is still
A can hear chatter and knocking on the hill
Dial my number if you have the code
Dial my number before I grow old
The ambulance is blazing down the hill
And the minstrel is doing the early morning drill
Dial my number!
It’s a broken world
we need imperfect solutions
and there are plenty of questions
is it even possible to correct systemic
problems with individual solutions?
I recycle, so everything’s ok, ya?
some would usher in a revolution
while others would stand pat, thinking
they can marginally beat the house
the young believe the old are problematic,
out of touch and largely to blame for the world
the old push back on youthful, impractical,
self-indulgent and self-righteous idealisms
both groups must eventually wrestle with thorny questions
I doubt we could all agree on a short manifesto
or even a pithy rallying cry.
How about something brutal, almost offensive?
Dylan Thomas suggested we rage against the dying of the light,
but then again, it seems that's all we do these days—rage.
There’s a Korean concept called hwabyung,
or “burning sickness”—an intense, suppressed rage
that can blind and destroy us if we’re not careful
Science says we face a direct and bludgeoning future,
that we must be tenacious with the next phase of our evolution
—but must we be adults? Science is so 2014, and we’re all so smart.
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Songs for this:
Dance the Night Away by The Mavericks
I Hope You Dance by Lee Ann Womack
Once upon a time in land far far away,
The citizens were demanding their president find a way,
While he still held sway,
For climate to have less say,
In how they should plan their day.
With bated breath they waited,
To see who to the cabinet table would be elevated,
The bookmakers were sorely disappointed,
To learn how much the presidents cabinet deviated ,
From what was generally expected,
By all experts they had contacted.
At first glance it could not have looked more hopeless,
With appointments from a president under stress,
That seemed to verge on madness.
Who in their right mind would think,
When the country was on the brink,
It was ok to bring to the table,
So many unable,
With both the physical and economic climates so unstable.
What could a cabinet that included,
An experienced water diviner,
The country's most reliable weather reporter,
Someone experienced in building a desert shelter,
The head of the fire service,
A tree surgeon,
A bee keeper,
An explosives expert,
A cave explorer,
An oceanographer,
A submarine designer,
A wind tunnel expert,
And the president's eleven year old daughter,
Possibly do that,
A banker,
An accountant,
A career politician,
A lawyer,
A mafia boss,
An internet provider,
And a spin doctor,
Could not do?
I carry this moment in my heart
I have been with you from the very start
I watch you burst out like seed from the ground
with sprout as big as queen Elizabeth gown
I have watered you from the root until you
have grown into a fine mature youth
I have watched you blossom and bloom
and spread your branches across the street
How much you make my heart weep
The moment has dissolve so quickly
It is just like yesterday when the universe
met with the sun and the heavens began to run
I recall the day when you arrived
you have made a bountiful sacrafice
But the moon in the benevolent sky
minister to your ambitions and nurture
your progress as you go along
The stars in the skies have made a mark on you
And the heightened galaxy made your dreams come true
You have made so many people happy
and for that reason the universe has blessed you
You have grown popular in city ,
state, country and town and
And the moment is spreading around the world
The universe is nurturing you with love
And your hands are blessed with prosperity from above
You have embarked on a task that no one could see
And the multitude surrounds you like the wide blue sea.
the exodus is flowing down the street
they have crossed the bridge
and have spilled out into parks
and have covered the street with love
The moment is finally here
for you to make the decree and
Fulfill your life's destiny
You are moving forward
and this moment is fine
The multitude will join you and
take you over the winning line
Cherish the moment
they promised to find him
among mortal
they wished to find him
one spoke of him
as if he had
seen and spoke to him
then he reported that he had been
deceived and called the
person a true Satan.
When he was among folk that he could
understand and
who's faiths had
values to believe
he made query into those
tomorrows that would
the todays of Times
well spent
they planned events together
and rherst together
they sorted changes together
and made time
for one another and
the need to be as one
there strength came
from there alliances
neither dispute
or decisive tongues
could speak them apart
that they stood strong
to trophy what they had achieved!
The Fugue Song Aria
They poured a slab and bui retaining wall in the enbankment
they used cynderblocks to make a room with a chimmey. They covered it with stones and concrete.
They buried the prefab house and sprayed insulation around the windows and base of the building and sprayed whole unit to create a large stone!
What do I have to do with thee when you keep pushing the water towards me, what do I have to do with thee when everyone keeps coming after me.
The tides are riding high and the message is radiating in the sky, get all the people out of that place and get ready for the big race.
Look at the skies above you and examine it through and through and when you see the old man in the clouds with the beard you know that sorrows are drawing near.
If you see the birds flying in different directions, you know that it’s time to step up the operation.
Pack up your belongings and join the choir and all road leads to the airport alter, don’t leave a dime behind for the vulture to commit some hideous crime. Send the heavy things in advance and carry the lighter things with you.
There is too much burden over there and the clouds are pointing you were to rebuild your life after years of painful sacrifice.
I walked along the shore examining the particles on the ground and watch the seagulls pulling worm out of the sand while the children on the other side build giant sand castle with their hands.
The snipers are all around and they bury themselves deep down in the sand with just the head visible above, they look like birds from afar and you could never tell that someone was rally there if you are not near so don’t let the seagulls ambush you , the magnetic field is rising from a hundred degree.
The boats are coming in and big missiles are dropping from the skies, the parachute and hot balloons are up there too and journey from the East lands safely on the shore.
Their mission was very clear as soon as they got over there. The snipers did not make a move, because they were wearing the pacemaker’s boots.
More than a thousand of them landed on the shore to conduct the operation from door to door.
They carry a medicine that can sniff out the enemy in a jiffy. They are fearless soldier that have no appointment with heaven, they come without a bullet or a clout and they know what fighting is all about.
The multitude is leaving the city and the trucks are moving in , the boats have flooded the shore and you have got to open the iron door. The seagulls are parading on the sea, they have an urgent message for thee so observe their movements carefully.
Walk with me to the end of the street and greet all the people that you meet, take off your diamond ring and toss it the air and set a hat beneath it to catch it, and then you make a wish and catch the diamond ring; when you are done, have a tiny glass of white rum and have some musical fun.
Detour to the upper lane and walk around the curb, turn left, then right then left again, then turn right of center, and run with all the energy you have before the avalanche touch down, walk with me to the end of the street and I will give you everything you need.
Morning comes and I rushed through the door and I found the multitude streaming down the road; the crowd was so thick, and everyone was carrying a golden dish and walking harmoniously to the musical serenade.I couldn’t find a spot to barge in so I took a short-cut on the roof and walked half of the journey without shoes. The element was so strong and I could feel a strong power walking all over the land.
I soar to the sky and watch the universe dies and thick fog covers the earth and hope sinks into the ground and not a trace of residue on the earth could
be found but I kept running and running until I cover the entire ground.
Walk with me to the end of the street, it is where destiny meets.
I can feel my stomach growling and my spirit crawling
The pain in my back begins to grow and my heart begins to glow
The muscles in my chest are inflated, and my adrenaline starts to swim
Bitter tasting saliva is springing up in my mouth, and it makes me want to shout.
Take a good look at the sky above you and the ocean dancing around the wind, observe the particle from my breath moving around the mill. It’s Sunday for heaven sake and nature is crying out at your gates, the sun is rising on top of the mountain and water is bashing against the makeshift door and the people are crying out for more .I gazed upon the distance sun and the rays running above, and the subtle message that lies beneath it’s telling me that destiny will soon be complete.
Something is moving up and down in my chest spewing venom in my flesh, and the fiddles on the violin is orating a sensational melody and punctuating a familiar rhythm. The air is circulating around and the wind is moving up and down the town with a speed that has never been witness before. Everyone gathered around embracing the mystical wind
emboldened with a sense of dignity binding them within.
The earth worms are creating havoc in my stomach, and I can hear my
own heart murmur, it’s starvation and hunger and fire is burning on the church altar. They are filling up their pots and pans and spreading out the plates on table and playing merry go around in jacket and ties and slick gowns. They are waiting on the dinner prayer before they assemble for dinner.
There is a strong spirit in the sun moving around the earth, it embodied elements, and has a high impact on me and you. As water drains from the moon, the sun heat the earth, the wind supplies the energy, the fire wood cook the food, and the star is your guiding light .There is spirit in the sun.
The morning with its silent music creeps slowly up the hill bathing in the scorching sun bursting out of the sky, dancing on hill tops and singing sweet lullabies; as if a baby was sitting in the cradle smiling at me before the morning sun rise with a touch of hope parachuting around the galaxy before it opens its eyes, and destiny suddenly caught my attention. It is the compound melody that you hear when the spirits draw near, it evokes the lyrics of the past whose words are too strong to be told and the forgotten melody that stands between the lines opens a new symphony that Mozart could not sing and Beethoven could play. We wander through the music sheet and penetrate the melody in the deep, listening carefully to the rhythmic pattern and the historical track that climb to the top of the musical ladder. Everything came back and I was still sitting on top listening to the silent music play. There is divine hope in the clouds let me hear it again before I grow old, I have passed the threshold of time, watching the universe teasing man’s mind and conscience and hope began to swell. Close your eyes and you will hear it, open your heart and you will feel it, men of valor who roam the earth thousands of years ago whose spirit is wrapped up into the deity has given prudence to the lyrics’ of time as they search for rhythm to lead them back to the path of clarity. Come and join me beyond the sea I have something significant to show thee, our world is so small yet one small mistake will make the whole world fall, it is the layers that lies between and the inward journey that you cannot see; it is a busy route for the sheep and goat and when you get there the heavens will make you shout. Come listen to the silent music with me that lies beyond the bewildering sea.
The daylight with vigor, splendor and delight
And smiles bursting like layer of diamond in the sky
And a soft tender voice saturated with passion crawling
Under the sunlit cloud whispering a powerful message of hope
I wasn’t sure if I should go left or right so I stood quietly
At the crossroads and hum an elegant song
And waited for destiny to come along
It wasn’t one of those songs that you often hear on the radio
But one that resonate deep within the depth of a conscious mind
And all of a sudden the morning came alive with buzzing bees and butterfly and the assurance that everything was going to be alright
The heaven open with a deep sigh and traffic emerge from all sides
They descend on the high way in droves lanes crossing over lanes
They drove through the town until they reached the bridge
Patrons were there to welcome them in.
It wasn’t a welcome to warm their heart; it was one that was position for you to make a brand new start. People assemble on street forming longs lines from the entrance to the bridge, I have never seen anything like this before just about everything was moving in the same direction
They come by boat ship and sea fishing for the life of their dreams. They erect food stall around the town and people were shopping all around. The marching band stroll up and down the street with an electrifying rhythm sending chills through their feet. This was the same scene in every state city and town. People were floating all around,
They came out in droves some wearing skinny jeans and others dressed in long gowns. Business was thriving all around
long lines congested street and the temperature boiling all over the street
I asked myself what was going on and a voice shouted from the parking
And said early voting begins today.
I love what I see
and I am convinced that hope will catapult me to the highest degree
I just love what I see and I am waiting for thee.