1001 |
Hey Nikita is it cold,
In your little corner of the world?
You could roll around the globe,
And never find a warmer soul to know.
Oh I saw you by the wall,
Ten of your tin soldiers in a row,
With eyes that looked like ice on fire,
The human heart the captive in the snow.
Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home,
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,
Nikita I need you so.
Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time,
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row?
Oh no, Nikita you'll never know.
Do you ever dream of me?
Do you ever read the letters that I write?
When you look up through the wire,
Nikita do you count the stars at night?
And if there comes a time,
Guns and gates no longer hold you in,
And if you're free to make a choice,
Just look towards the West and find a friend.
Oh Nikita you will never know, anything about my home,
I'll never know how good it feels to hold you,
Nikita I need you so.
Oh Nikita is the other side of any given line in time,
Counting ten tin soldiers in a row?
Oh no, Nikita you'll never know.
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Hi King Elton is it cold,
In your little self-obsessive world?
You can roll round like a globe,
And never find a warmth of soul, I know.
With my back against the wall,
I saw you counting money just for show,
With eerie eyes that were - not ice on fire -
But mini pissholes in the snow.
Oh King Elton you will never know, anything of simple folk,
Never understand what makes us tick,
Ooh Elton you're no hero.
Foul, vain diva anti-hero thee, with hair glued on tidily,
Make a million for a one-hour show,
Oh no, a lotta dough!
Do you ever think of life,
When you lie there in your room at night?
When you look into your heart,
Do you see old dinky Reggie Dwight?
Yet kooky Elton you will never know, Anything of strife and woe,
You do not intuit what makes us tick, no no,
Ooh Elton you need a kick!
Yet ovoid Elton, on the other hand, you're loyal to this England,
With dear David in attendance at your side,
Rooted, in the main, there for the ride.
Hi neurotic, neon Rocket Man, nationwide seen on TV,
Irk with irritative melodies,
i.e: initiate ennui! |
1003 |
'Do They Know It's Christmas?' - Band Aid
It's Christmas time; there's no need to be afraid
At Christmas time, we let in light and we banish shade
And in our world of plenty we can spread a smile of joy
Throw your arms around the world at Christmas time
But say a prayer to pray for the other ones
At Christmas time, it's hard, but when you're having fun
There's a world outside your window
And it's a world of dread and fear
Where the only water flowing is the bitter sting of tears
And the Christmas bells that ring there
Are the clanging chimes of doom
Well tonight thank God it's them instead of you
And there won't be snow in Africa this Christmas time
The greatest gift they'll get this year is life
Oh, where nothing ever grows, no rain or rivers flow
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Here's to you, raise a glass for everyone
Here's to them, underneath that burning sun
Do they know it's Christmas time at all?
Feed the world
Feed the world
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again
Feed the world
Let them know it's Christmas time again |
Feed my drug habit - Bank-Raid
It's Christmas time, no, there's nothing left,
My band's been on the downwards slide for many years.
With Christmas time, there's a chance
For death and tragedy,
To revive dead, flagging careers.
And in our world of mullets,
We do our tiny bit for "Charidee",
Then release our Greatest Hits,
At Christmas time.
I'll say a prayer,
Wish that to the stores you run.
It's Christmas time,
I'll knock Sir Cliff off Number One!
The rockstar mansion needs new windows,
And I'm well overdrawn, I fear.
Let's go the the studio bathroom,
Where that snow white powder disappears.
Now don't let me forget my lines
Or then it's history fast, I fear.
Well thank God for Mr Geldof,
It's down to his shrewd idea, that I'm still here!
Well, they won't YET have heard of me in Africa
With the other fading, D-List, has-been bands.
To there, I might go right away,
I need that winter tan, that hot-weather holiday.
Let's get high at Christmas time!
Toast! Here's to us!
Raise that glass to No. One!
Here's to me!
How my career will just run and run!
What? Don't you know it's Christmas time? |
1004 |
Remember me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann'd:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
[Christina Rossetti] |
Please overlook my ancient history;
You ought not fumble for a higher truth,
The rare tale from my proud and nimble youth -
Not one can ban an autumn from this tree.
Care not for where and how they bury me -
The greatest funeral won't raise the dead;
Let marshland be my final resting bed,
And random torrent be my eulogy.
Don't grant a dream of me to fog your mind;
Your honors will show up one day too late...
The Earth, you see, will measure my life's weight
By cubs I grew and by the art I made;
And if I leave not one of those behind
Then truly, my cursed name deserves to fade. |
1005 |
Sonnet #69
Those parts of thee that the world's eye doth view,
Want nothing that the thought of hearts can mend:
All tongues (the voice of souls) give thee that due,
Uttering bare truth, even so as foes commend.
Thy outward thus with outward praise is crowned,
But those same tongues that give thee so thine own,
In other accents do this praise confound
By seeing farther than the eye hath shown.
They look into the beauty of thy mind,
And that in guess they measure by thy deeds,
Then churls their thoughts (although their eyes were kind)
To thy fair flower add the rank smell of weeds:
But why thy odour matcheth not thy show,
The soil is this, that thou dost common grow. |
Now honestly. How on earth shall I ever get through this wretched 69th sonnet, with those dubious references to "tongues" throughout? (Not to mention "parts of thee", for that matter.) Downright thoughtless of Shakespeare to do that - shame on the bastard. Now I'm doomed to thrash out an uncouth, filthy rhyme filled with dodgy phrases that evoke undressed young ladies, naughty bits, handcuffs and such - that's something which I do not want to have to do, to be honest.
So stuff that idea. Instead, I am going to hatch a lovely rhyme which utterly eschews smut, so there.
See the bunny in the hutch,
He is very sweet.
Hear the birdy in the tree,
Tweety tweety tweet.
Thank you. |
1006 |
Jesus' seven "I AM" declarations in the gospel of John:
6:35 I am the bread of life.
8:12 I am the light of the world.
10:7 I am the gate for the sheep.
10:11 I am the Good Shepherd.
11:25 I am the resurrection and the life.
14:6 I am the way, the truth, and the life.
15:1 I am the true vine.= |
Oh, Jesus' major self-notions have special edge in NT:
6:35 Mafia, I bled for thee.
8:12 I'm with God the Father (LOL)
10:7 He might separate the foe.
10:11 Ahh, God promised thee...
11:25 Hence, if I raised thee, mortal, turn!
14:6 What faith? Untimely death there.
15:1 I the virtue, Amen! |