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Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 11934995 Canada 11/23/2012 11:35 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Port of Chief Mountain My first time in Montana we went down through Coutts I was a ten year old Albertan wearing Synthetic cowboy boots “All of you Canadian?” the border guard said Three of us were British But he waved us on ahead But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold We flew out to San Francisco On a cold November dawn I had poppy in my coat lapel – A diamond in my carry-on Our cabbie talked of hanging chads And Bush and Gore I didn’t care – I was proposing To the woman that I still adore But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold We went down to New Orleans The following June The guard asked “Reason for your visit?” And we both shouted out “Honeymoon!” Seven and the morning and a hundred and four Our tour guide said : “Someday New Orleans won’t be on dry land no more.” But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold Port of Chief Mountain Two kids in the back The traffic was lined up So we gave ‘em something for a snack The older told the younger “Better watch what you say.” He’ll be ten years old at Christmas Thinks that things have always been this way This way, this way Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold |
Unit3 User ID: 9834739 United States 11/23/2012 11:36 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Falling Water (Mope) Quoting: Anonymous Coward 17101375 When I saw the Spirit move In what men called the beginning I knew it was the end He pulled the light from within me And with this willful act Left behind an empty darkness So when the sun and sky conspire To steal away my substance piece by piece I command my children to fall again There are some souls who see and feel This returning as their despair But I For a time Have filled my heart "We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams." Willy Wonka |
Unit3 User ID: 9834739 United States 11/23/2012 11:40 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Port of Chief Mountain Quoting: Swinburnian My first time in Montana we went down through Coutts I was a ten year old Albertan wearing Synthetic cowboy boots “All of you Canadian?” the border guard said Three of us were British But he waved us on ahead But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold We flew out to San Francisco On a cold November dawn I had poppy in my coat lapel – A diamond in my carry-on Our cabbie talked of hanging chads And Bush and Gore I didn’t care – I was proposing To the woman that I still adore But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold We went down to New Orleans The following June The guard asked “Reason for your visit?” And we both shouted out “Honeymoon!” Seven and the morning and a hundred and four Our tour guide said : “Someday New Orleans won’t be on dry land no more.” But now Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold Port of Chief Mountain Two kids in the back The traffic was lined up So we gave ‘em something for a snack The older told the younger “Better watch what you say.” He’ll be ten years old at Christmas Thinks that things have always been this way This way, this way Port of Chief Mountain’s tight as a drum Line-ups and passports And “Where’d you say you’re coming from?” Everything is changing and I’m getting old But the mountain’s still majestic Morning air’s almost as cold I'm sure you are teaching them (and us) well. "We are the music makers. And we are the dreamers of dreams." Willy Wonka |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 11934995 Canada 11/23/2012 11:50 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | This is the Way (Our Story Unfolds) I get into bed And I turn out the light I kiss you on the cheek But you don’t say goodnight: You have things on your mind Like should I leave him behind? We both know something is wrong But we don’t say a word So this is the way Our story unfolds: Staring up at the dark Feeling lost and old. Honey, is this the way That our story unfolds? You come home at night And smile like everything’s fine. You tell me ‘bout your day And you ask about mine, But I have nothing to say Except I want you to stay. Please tell me this ain’t the way That our story unfolds So is this the way Our story unfolds? Letting go of a love That you want to hold: This just can’t be the way That our story unfolds Dance me back in time to how we used to be When you were still you, and I Was still me Was still me So this is the way Our story unfolds: Staring up at the dark Feeling lost and old. Honey, is this the way That our story unfolds? |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 11934995 Canada 11/23/2012 11:58 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Feels Like Rain Daddy, you’re gone, but I know you hear me You can see my tears, and you can feel my pain Seven long years, but you’re always near me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Daddy, it’s dark down deep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me ‘Cause Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Got two little boys, and one has your face, Dad, Holding my hands, walking down the lane. We go past the old house – how I loved that place, Dad – Oh Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain. Daddy, it's dark down ddeep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me Oh Daddy, it's dark and it feels like rain I know that you loved me I know you love me I know we’ll meet someday again I know that you’re always right there above me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain |
Inch. User ID: 28062909 Canada 11/23/2012 12:00 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Feels Like Rain Quoting: Swinburnian Daddy, you’re gone, but I know you hear me You can see my tears, and you can feel my pain Seven long years, but you’re always near me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Daddy, it’s dark down deep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me ‘Cause Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Got two little boys, and one has your face, Dad, Holding my hands, walking down the lane. We go past the old house – how I loved that place, Dad – Oh Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain. Daddy, it's dark down ddeep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me Oh Daddy, it's dark and it feels like rain I know that you loved me I know you love me I know we’ll meet someday again I know that you’re always right there above me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain I really like this one. |
Anonymous Coward (OP) User ID: 11934995 Canada 11/23/2012 12:04 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Feels Like Rain Quoting: Swinburnian Daddy, you’re gone, but I know you hear me You can see my tears, and you can feel my pain Seven long years, but you’re always near me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Daddy, it’s dark down deep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me ‘Cause Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain Got two little boys, and one has your face, Dad, Holding my hands, walking down the lane. We go past the old house – how I loved that place, Dad – Oh Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain. Daddy, it's dark down ddeep inside me Like a car full of coal on a midnight train Daddy, I want someone to hide me Oh Daddy, it's dark and it feels like rain I know that you loved me I know you love me I know we’ll meet someday again I know that you’re always right there above me But Daddy, it’s dark and it feels like rain I really like this one. thanks! |
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Lips Of Lucifer User ID: 28348738 South Africa 11/23/2012 02:37 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Love your work! Here is something I found on the www...For your enjoyment APRIL Autumn trees shed living done, again the north winds come - wet the suns leaving, the winter’s won somewhere above the broken bark a song to halve this dark with day A little light through the churning grey this tiny bird home away. - Maya Grant Poetry is music...real music. Last Edited by Lips Of Lucifer on 11/23/2012 02:37 PM |
Lips Of Lucifer User ID: 28348738 South Africa 11/23/2012 02:59 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | One more... Indigo Where does the heart lie? You child with the indigo eyes Left alone under the hollow boom The black stars and sallow moon A guiding hand the leaden spirits fly Over emerald fields the blooms limp From grey to gay wisps your laugh – misunderstood. love this one... Later. |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 26670588 Greece 11/23/2012 04:36 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Falling Water (Mope) Quoting: Anonymous Coward 17101375 When I saw the Spirit move In what men called the beginning I knew it was the end He pulled the light from within me And with this willful act Left behind an empty darkness So when the sun and sky conspire To steal away my substance piece by piece I command my children to fall again There are some souls who see and feel This returning as their despair But I For a time Have filled my heart He needs the light. He takes it, with but a promise. Who knows if this is good or bad. A lot risk it, most out of ignorance. |