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Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« on: October 12, 2017, 12:01:20 PM »
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_Poetry_Day
Virgil, the Roman epic poet

generally celebrated in October, sometimes on the 5th, but in the latter part of the 20th century the world community celebrated it on the 15th, the birthday of Virgil, the Roman epic poet and poet laureate under Augustus. The tradition to keep an October date for national or international poetry day celebrations still holds in many countries.[1] The United Kingdom also uses 5 October,[2] but elsewhere a different October, or even sometimes a November date, is celebrated.

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Virgil Poems

    The Georgics   GEORGIC I What makes the cornfield ...
    Eclogue X  This now, the very latest of my toils, Vouchsafe ...
    Ecologue I  Meliboeus. You, Tityrus, 'neath a broad ...
    Eclogue Iv  Muses of Sicily, essay we now A somewhat loftier ...
    Eclogue Vi  TO VARUS First my Thalia stooped in sportive ...
    Eclogue V  Menalcas. Why, Mopsus, being both together ...
    Ecologue Ii  The shepherd Corydon with love was fired For ...
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #1 on: October 12, 2017, 12:04:11 PM »
Ill start it going ..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=amrOYx7Km-c
Derek & the Dominos Anyday

You were talking and I thought I heard you say "Please, leave me alone Nothing in this world can make me stay I'd rather go back, I'd rather go back home"
But if you believed in me Like I believe in you We could have a love so true We would go on endlessly

And I know anyday, anyday I will see you smile
Anyway, anyway Only for a little while

Well, someday baby, I know you're gonna need me
When this whole world has got you down I'll be right here so woman, call me And I'll never ever let you down
But if you believed in me Like I believe in you

We could have a love so true We would go on endlessly

And I know anyday, anyday I will see you smile
Anyway, anyway, just for a little while Only for a little while

And I know anyday, anyday I will see you smile, I will see you smile
Anyway, anyway Only for a little while

Break the glass and twist the knife into yourself You've got to be a fool to understand
To bring your woman back home after she's left you for another
You've got to be a, you've got to be a man, you've got to be a man

But if you believed in me Like I believe in you We could have a love so true We would go on endlessly

And I know anyday, anyday I will see you smile
Anyway, anyway, just for a little while Only for a little while

Anyday, anyday I will see you, I will see you smile
Anyway, anyway Anyday, anyday I will see you smile [Incomprehensible] Anyway, anyway, just for a little Just for a little while

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jiwktkw_rqE
Susan Tedeschi, Derek Truck (Any Day)

http://www.metrolyrics.com/anyday-lyrics-derek-and-the-dominos.html
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #2 on: October 12, 2017, 12:10:53 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1EaBspXjtHg

33rd National Cowboy Poetry Gathering: Pouring 'Em Kinda Strong
Western Folklife Center
Published on Feb 4, 2017
Established award-winner and fan favorite on the Western music scene, Canadian songwriter Corb Lund returns to the Gathering, sharing the stage with friends and musical luminaries Mike Beck and Martha Scanlan & Jon Neufeld. We'd say this show can't be undone... or outdone!
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #3 on: October 12, 2017, 12:17:06 PM »
https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/text/bob-dylan-im-poet-and-i-know-it
Bob Dylan: “I’m a poet, and I know it”

http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/youre-gonna-make-me-lonesome-when-you-go/
You’re Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go
Written by: Bob Dylan

I’ve seen love go by my door
It’s never been this close before
Never been so easy or so slow
Been shooting in the dark too long
When somethin’s not right it’s wrong
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Dragon clouds so high above
I’ve only known careless love
It’s always hit me from below
This time around it’s more correct
Right on target, so direct
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Purple clover, Queen Anne’s Lace
Crimson hair across your face
You could make me cry if you don’t know
Can’t remember what I was thinkin’ of
You might be spoilin’ me too much, love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Flowers on the hillside, bloomin’ crazy
Crickets talkin’ back and forth in rhyme
Blue river runnin’ slow and lazy
I could stay with you forever and never realize the time

Situations have ended sad
Relationships have all been bad
Mine’ve been like Verlaine’s and Rimbaud
But there’s no way I can compare
All those scenes to this affair
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go

Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m doin’
Stayin’ far behind without you
Yer gonna make me wonder what I’m sayin’
Yer gonna make me give myself a good talkin’ to

I’ll look for you in old Honolulu
San Francisco, Ashtabula
Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know
But I’ll see you in the sky above
In the tall grass, in the ones I love
Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go         

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YwSZvHqf9qM
Bob Dylan - Tangled Up In Blue         

In 1975, Bob Dylan released his fifteenth studio album, Blood on the Tracks. Taken from the cult classic Renaldo and Clara, you can watch Dylan's riveting live performance of Tangled Up in Blue now.

Lyrics
Early one mornin' the sun was shinin'
I was layin' in bed
Wondrin' if she'd changed at all
If her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together
Sure was gonna be rough
They never did like
Mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough
And I was standin' on the side of the road
Rain fallin' on my shoes
Heading out for the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Gettin' through
Tangled up in blue
She was married when we first met
Soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess
But I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could
Abandoned it out west
Split up on a dark sad night
Both agreeing it was best
She turned around to look at me
As I was walkin' away
I heard her say over my shoulder
We'll meet again some day
On the avenue
Tangled up in blue
I had a job in the great north woods
Working as a cook for a spell
But I never did like it all that much
And one day the axe just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans
Where I happened to be employed
Workin' for a while on a fishin' boat
Right outside of Delacroix
But all the while I was alone
The past was close behind
I seen a lot of women
But she never escaped my mind
And I just grew
Tangled up in blue
She was workin' in a topless place
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept lookin' at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear
And later on as the crowd thinned out
I's just about to do the same
She was standing there in back of my chair
Said to me "Don't I know your name?"
I muttered somethin' under my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy
When she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoe
Tangled up in blue
She lit a burner on the stove
And offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello, she said
You look like the silent type
Then she opened up a book of poems
And handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet
From the thirteenth century
And everyone of them words rang true
And glowed like burnin' coal
Pourin' off of every page
Like it was written in my soul

From me to you
Tangled up in blue
I lived with them on Montague Street
In a basement down the stairs
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air
Then he started into dealing with slaves
And something inside of him died
She had to sell everything she owned
And froze up inside
And when finally the bottom fell out
I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do
Was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew
Tangled up in blue
So now I'm goin' back again
I got to get to her somehow
All the people we used to know
They're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians
Some are carpenters' wives
Don't know how it all got started
I don't know what they're doin' with their lives
But me, I'm still on the road
Headin' for another joint
We always did feel the same
We just saw it from a different point
Of view
Tangled up in blue
Songwriters: Bob Dylan
            
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #4 on: October 12, 2017, 12:48:48 PM »
http://www.independent.co.uk/news/first-lines-of-oldest-epic-poem-found-1185270.html
First lines of oldest epic poem found
  Monday 16 November 1998

THE BEGINNING of the world's first truly great work of literature - the 4,000-year-old Mesopotamian Epic of Gilgamesh, the poem on which the story of Noah and the Flood was probably based - has been discovered in a British Museum storeroom.

Most of the opening two stanzas have been lost for the past 2,000 years, but research in the museum has recovered vital elements of the first lines of the epic. Scholars have been able to reconstruct the first four lines as follows:

"He who saw all, who was the foundation of the land,
"Who knew (everything), was wise in all matters.
"Gilgamesh, who saw all, who was the foundation of the land,
"Who knew (everything), was wise in all matters."


The discovery, made by Theodore Kwasman, an American expert on Mesopotamian language and script, is a key step towards a complete understanding of the 15,000-word work.

First written out as a set of clay tablets by at least the 18th century BC, it was re-copied many times over the following two millennia.

Hundreds of fragments of various editions of this set of tablets have been identified and fitted together like a giant jigsaw. But almost 20 per cent of the epic is still missing and a further 25 per cent is so fragmentary that it is only partially legible. Nevertheless, archaeologists are confident that the entire jigsaw will be completed, and that the work - known originally as Surpassing All Other Kings and later as The One Who Saw All, will once again be available in its entirety.

Missing lines are being discovered in museum collections world-wide and in excavations in the Middle East at the rate of several dozen words a year.

The Epic of Gilgamesh tells the story of an early 3rd-millennium BC Sumerian (southern Mesopotamian) king who went in search of the secret of everlasting life - a secret held by the survivor of the great flood, the proto-Noah, who had become immortal.
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #5 on: October 12, 2017, 01:01:06 PM »
for Tom ...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4XsufDwXu4w
American Girl- Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers- Lyrics (HQ Audio- Not Live)

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/tompettyandtheheartbreakers/americangirl.html
"American Girl"

Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin'
That there was a little more to life somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep

O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl

Well it was kind of cold that night,
She stood alone on her balcony
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by,
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment
There he crept back in her memory
God it's so painful when something that's so close
Is still so far out of reach

O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1lWJXDG2i0A
Tom Petty - Free Fallin'

https://genius.com/Tom-petty-free-fallin-lyrics

[Verse 1]
She's a good girl, loves her mama
Loves Jesus and America too

She's a good girl, crazy 'bout Elvis
Loves horses and her boyfriend too
It's a long day, livin' in Reseda
There's a freeway, runnin' through the yard
And I'm a bad boy, cause I don't even miss her
I'm a bad boy for breakin' her heart

[Chorus]
And I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')

[Verse 2]
All the vampires, walkin' through the valley
Move west down Ventura Blvd

And all the bad boys are standing in the shadows
And the good girls are home with broken hearts

[Chorus]
And I'm free, I'm free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')

[Verse 3]
I wanna glide down over Mulholland
I wanna write her name in the sky
I'm gonna free fall out into nothin'
Gonna leave this world for awhile

[Chorus]
And I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
Yeah I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
And I'm free, free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
Oh!
Free fallin'
(Free fallin', I'm-a free fallin')
And I'm free, oh! free fallin'
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #6 on: October 12, 2017, 01:17:09 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iJb7cBfrxbo
Janis Joplin- Piece of my heart

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/janisjoplin/pieceofmyheart.html
"Piece Of My Heart"

Oh, come on, come on, come on, come on!

Didn't I make you feel like you were the only man - yeah!
An' didn't I give you nearly everything that a woman possibly can ?
Honey, you know I did!

And each time I tell myself that I, well I think I've had enough,
But I'm gonna show you, baby, that a woman can be tough.

I want you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it if it makes you feel good,
Oh, yes indeed.

You're out on the streets looking good,
And baby deep down in your heart I guess you know that it ain't right,
Never, never, never, never, never, never hear me when I cry at night,
Babe, and I cry all the time!
But each time I tell myself that I, well I can't stand the pain,
But when you hold me in your arms, I'll sing it once again.

I'll say come on, come on, come on, come on and take it!
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby.
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart now, darling, yeah,
Oh, oh, have a!
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.

I need you to come on, come on, come on, come on and take it,
Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart now, baby!
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, c'mon now.
Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby.
You know you got it - whoahhhhh!!

Take it!
Take it! Take another little piece of my heart now, baby,
Oh, oh, break it!
Break another little bit of my heart, now darling, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,

Oh, oh, have a
Have another little piece of my heart now, baby, hey,
You know you got it, child, if it makes you feel good.
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #7 on: October 12, 2017, 01:20:25 PM »
http://www.npr.org/2016/05/05/474997181/songs-we-love-the-grateful-dead-samson-and-delilah-live-1978
Songs We Love: The Grateful Dead, 'Samson And Delilah (Live, 1978)'

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oBYb6N794AQ
Grateful Dead - Samson and Delilah

Lyrics: If I had my way, I would tear this old building down. Well Delilah was a woman, she was fine and fair, She had good looks, God knows, and coal black hair, Delilah she gained old Samson's mind. When first he saw this woman, you know he couldn't believe his mind. Delilah she climbed up on Samson's knee, Said tell me where your strength lies if you please. She spoke so kind and she talked so fair, Well Samson said, Delilah cut off my hair. You can shave my head, clean as my hand And my strength will become as natural as any old man. If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, I would tear this old building down. You read about Samson, all from his works, He was the strongest man that ever had lived on earth. One day when Samson was walking along, Looked down on the ground, he saw an old jawbone. He stretched out his arm, God knows, chains broke like thread, When he got to moving, ten thousand was dead. If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, I would tear this old building down. Now Samson and the lion, they got in a tack, Samson he crawled up on the lion's back. You read about this lion, he killed a man with his paws, But Samson got his hands around that lion's jaws. He ripped the beast till he killed him dead. The bees made honey in the lion's head. If I had my way, if I had my way, if I had my way, I would tear this old building down.
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #8 on: October 12, 2017, 01:22:48 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u8hLc_nqx8g
Tales of Brave Ulysees - Cream

You thought the leaden winter
Would bring you down forever
But you rode upon a steamer
To the violence of the sun
And the colors of the sea
Blind your eyes with trembling mermaids
And you touch the distant beaches
With tales of brave Ulysses
How his naked ears were tortured
By the sirens sweetly singing
For the sparkling waves are calling you
To touch their white laced lips
And you see a girl?s brown body
Dancing through the turquoise
And her footprints make you follow
Where the sky loves the sea
And when your fingers find her
She drowns you in her body
Carving deep blue ripples
In the tissues of your mind
The tiny purple fishes
Run laughing through your fingers
And you want to take her with you
To the hard land of the winter
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #9 on: October 12, 2017, 01:25:18 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g77wH68dFC8
Bob Dylan And Johnny Cash - Girl From The North Country

If you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine

See for me if her hair hangs long
If it rolls and flows all down her breast
See for me if her hair hangs long
That's the way I remember her best

If you go when the snowflakes (storm)
When the rivers freeze and summer ends
Please see if she's wearing a coat so warm
To keep her from the howlin' winds

If you're travelin' in the north country fair
Where the winds hit heavy on the borderline
Remember me to one who lives there
She once was a true love of mine
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #10 on: October 12, 2017, 01:32:37 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e1eZgA_DhNs
elvis costello and the attractions black sails in the sunset

Lyrics

Vain boys are gonna have to swallow their pride this time
So let the punishment fit the crime
It's under the table
Under your skin
Into the cable
Is this the death of the glory you're in?

Black sails in the sunset
White noise going yakety-yak
All the money in the world will never bring your body back
Is it some mysterious dance nobody can do?
Thought I knew all the steps quite clearly
I don't have a clue
Oooh

You're Cinderella with a ball and chain
And the shoe seems to fit you
You tell the truth sometimes but
You wouldn't know it if it hit you
Is this some new trick
Wired up in your head?
Do you make me sick
Or was I just force fed?

Black sails in the sunset
White noise going yakety-yak
All the money in the world will never bring your body back
Is it some mysterious dance nobody can do?
Thought I knew all the steps quite clearly
I don't have a clue
Oooh


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Tpxecx0F6k8
Elvis Costello and the Attractions - Everyday I Write The Book - 1983

"Everyday I Write The Book"

Don't tell me you don't know what love is
When you're old enough to know better
When you find strange hands in your sweater
When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission in two or three editions
And I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday I write the book

Chapter One we didn't really get along
Chapter Two I think I fell in love with you
You said you'd stand by me in the middle of Chapter Three
But you were up to your old tricks in Chapters Four, Five and Six

The way you walk
The way you talk, and try to kiss me, and laugh
In four or five paragraphs
All your compliments and your cutting remarks
Are captured here in my quotation marks

Don't tell me you don't know the difference
Between a lover and a fighter
With my pen and my electric typewriter
Even in a perfect world where everyone was equal
I'd still own the film rights and be working on the sequel

I'm giving you a longing look
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book, yeah

Everyday, everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book

Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Everyday, everyday
Everyday I write the book
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #11 on: October 12, 2017, 01:44:41 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tEGy4fI-2y0
RANDY NEWMAN - you can leave your hat on -
Randy Newman - You Can Leave Your Hat On

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G55cJrUs9VM

Baby, take off your coat... (real slow)
Baby, take off your shoes... (here, I'll take your shoes)
Baby, take off your dress
Yes, yes, yes
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on
You can leave your hat on

Go on over there and turn on the light... no, all the lights
Now come back here and stand on this chair... that's right
Raise your arms up in to the air... shake 'em
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live
You give me a reason to live

Suspicious minds are talking
Trying to tear us apart
They say that my love is wrong
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
They don't know what love is
I know what love is
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #12 on: October 12, 2017, 01:50:38 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rl2xQAeCvOc
The Beatles - Norwegian Wood (Super Rare Version)

https://genius.com/The-beatles-norwegian-wood-this-bird-has-flown-lyrics

[Verse 1]
I once had a girl
Or should I say, she once had me?
She showed me her room
"Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?"

[Chorus 1]
She asked me to stay and she told me to sit anywhere
So I looked around and I noticed there wasn't a chair

[Verse 2]
I sat on the rug
Drinking her wine, Biding my time,
We talked until two
And then she said, "It's time for bed"

[Chorus 2]
She told me she worked in the morning and started to laugh
I told her I didn't and crawled off to sleep in the bath

[Verse 3]
And when I awoke
I was alone, this bird had flown
So I lit a fire
Isn't it good, Norwegian wood?

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_-cSopzMqWg
Bob Dylan's response to 'Norwegian Wood" - 4th time around (live)

Beatle Stories
Published on Sep 8, 2017
"4th Time Around" was commonly speculated to be a response to The Beatles' song "Norwegian Wood" - written by John Lennonand Paul McCartney for the 1965 album Rubber Soul - as the two tracks share a reasonably similar melody, lyrical premise, and 3/4 time signature. "Norwegian Wood" was one of the first Beatles tracks where the lyrics are more important than the melody and showed an obvious Dylan-influence. "4th Time Around" has been seen as either a playful homage, or a satirical warning to Lennon about co-opting Dylan's well-known songwriting devices. Lennon expressed a range of opinions on this topic in interviews between 1970 and 1980. He initially felt it to be a somewhat pointed parody of "Norwegian Wood", but later he considered Dylan's effort to be more a playful homage. Still, the last line of "4th Time Around" ("I never asked for your crutch / Now don't ask for mine.") played into Lennon's apparent paranoia about Dylan in 1966-67, when he interpreted this line as a warning not to use Dylan's songs as a "crutch" for Lennon's songwriting."
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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #13 on: October 12, 2017, 02:07:21 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QplmwFAuXiE
Linda Ronsdant Blue Bayou lyrics

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/royorbison/bluebayou.html
Roy Orbison Lyrics

"Blue Bayou"

I feel so bad I've got a worried mind
I'm so lonesome all the time
Since I left my baby behind on Blue Bayou

Saving nickels, saving dimes, working 'till the sun don't shine
Looking forward to happier times on Blue Bayou
I'm going back some day come what may to Blue Bayou
Where you sleep all day and the catfish play on Blue Bayou

All those fishing boats with their sails afloat If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes, how happy I'd be

Go to see my baby again
And to be with some of my friends
Maybe I'd be happy then on Blue Bayou

I'm going back some day, gonna stay on Blue Bayou
Where the folks are fine and the world is mine on Blue Bayou
Oh, that girl of mine by my side the silver moon and the evening tide
Oh, some sweet day gonna take away this hurtin' inside
I'll never be blue, my dreams come true on Blue Bayou


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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #14 on: October 12, 2017, 02:13:24 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d1oyvAMtFsk
Chuck Berry - C'est la vie (1972) Live

Lyrics

It was a teenage wedding, and the old folks wished them well
You could see that Pierre did truly love the mademoiselle
And now the young monsieur and madame have rung the chapel bell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They furnished off an apartment with a two room Roebuck sale
The coolerator was crammed with TV dinners and ginger ale
But when Pierre found work, the little money comin' worked out well
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They had a hi-fi phono, boy, did they let it blast
Seven hundred little records, all rock, rhythm and jazz
But when the sun went down, the rapid tempo of the music fell
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

They bought a souped-up jitney, 'twas a cherry red '53
They drove it down to Orleans to celebrate the anniversary
It was there that Pierre was married to the lovely mademoiselle
"C'est la vie", say the old folks, it goes to show you never can tell

Written by Chuck Berry • Copyright © BMG Rights Management US, LLC


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQ9tiw8xxeM
Bob Seger - C'est La Vie (Lyrics)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6zHrq8UVFMg
Raw Cajun. - C'est La Vie. (Australian Cajun Style.)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zv6fdib3GBI
c'est la Vie, you never can tell, Emmylou Harris

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfDZNGj_x7E
Waylon & Jessi You Never Can Tell (C'est La Vie)
Here's Waylon and Jesse doing a great cover of Chuck Berry's You Never Can Tell (C'est La Vie). From the 1981 album Leather and Lace

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #15 on: October 12, 2017, 02:25:19 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q6QxPkXzEQ4

https://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/band/stagefright.html
The Band, Stage Fright

Now deep in the heart of a lonely kid
Who suffered so much for what he did
They gave this ploughboy his fortune and fame
Since that day he ain't been the same

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again

I've got fire water right on my breath
And the doctor warned me I might catch a death
Said, "You can make it in your disguise
Just never show the fear that's in your eyes"

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
He got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again

Now if he says that he's afraid
Take him at his word
And for the price that the poor boy has paid
He gets to sing just like a bird, oh, ooh ooh ooh

Your brow is sweatin' and your mouth gets dry
Fancy people go driftin' by
The moment of truth is right at hand
Just one more nightmare you can stand

See the man with the stage fright
Just standin' up there to give it all his might
And he got caught in the spotlight
But when we get to the end
He wants to start all over again, hmm hmm
You wanna try it once again, hmm hmm
Please don't make him stop, hmm hmm
Let him take it from the top, hmm hmm
Let him start all over again
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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #16 on: October 12, 2017, 02:29:35 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DQlgcjosN9w
Eric Clapton - Wonderful Tonight (Full Version 8min)

It's late in the evening; she's wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her make-up and brushes her long blonde hair.
And then she asks me, "Do I look all right?"

And I say, "Yes, you look wonderful tonight."

We go to a party and everyone turns to see This beautiful lady that's walking around with me.

And then she asks me, "Do you feel all right?"

And I say, "Yes, I feel wonderful tonight." I feel wonderful because I see The love light in your eyes.

And the wonder of it all Is that you just don't realize how much I love you.

It's time to go home now and I've got an aching head, So I give her the car keys and she helps me to bed. And then I tell her, as I turn out the light, I say, "My darling, you were wonderful tonight. Oh my darling, you were wonderful tonight."
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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #17 on: October 12, 2017, 02:39:42 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eh44QPT1mPE
Neil Young - Heart Of Gold

"Heart Of Gold"

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching for a heart of gold.

And I'm getting old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean for a heart of gold.
I've been in my mind,
It's such a fine line
That keeps me searching for a heart of gold.

And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.

Keep me searching for a heart of gold.
You keep me searching and I'm growing old.
Keep me searching for a heart of gold
I've been a miner for a heart of gold.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cKHjUyg0J0g
Neil Young - Don't Let It Bring You Down (LYRICS + FULL SONG)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F7letrMf_nE

"Don't Let It Bring You Down"

Old man lying
by the side of the road
With the lorries rolling by,
Blue moon sinking
from the weight of the load
And the buildings scrape the sky,
Cold wind ripping
down the alley at dawn
And the morning paper flies,
Dead man lying
by the side of the road
With the daylight in his eyes.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Blind man running
through the light
of the night
With an answer in his hand,
Come on down
to the river of sight
And you can really understand,
Red lights flashing
through the window
in the rain,
Can you hear the sirens moan?
White cane lying
in a gutter in the lane,
If you're walking home alone.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

Don't let it bring you down
It's only castles burning,
Just find someone who's turning
And you will come around.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3fAXl97-RFg
Neil Young - Cowgirl In The Sand (Studio Version)

http://songmeanings.com/songs/view/80414/
Neil Young – Cowgirl In The Sand

Hello cowgirl in the sand
Is this place
at your command
Can I stay here
for a while
Can I see your
sweet sweet smile
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same?
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.

Hello ruby in the dust
Has your band
begun to rust
After all
the sin we've had
I was hopin' that
we'd turn bad
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.

Hello woman of my dreams
This is not
the way it seems
Purple words
on a grey background
To be a woman
and to be turned down
Old enough now
to change your name
When so many love you
is it the same
It's the woman in you
that makes you want
to play this game.


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1gxkRve4Q0
Neil Young & Crazy Horse - Down By The River

Lyrics: Be on my side, I'll be on your side, baby There is no reason for you to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone When you could be taking me for a ride. Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, send me away Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river, Dead, oh, shot her dead. You take my hand, I'll take your hand Together we may get away This much madness is too much sorrow It's impossible to make it today. Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, send me away Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river, Dead, oh, shot her dead. Be on my side, I'll be on your side There is no reason for you to hide It's so hard for me staying here all alone When you could be taking me for a ride. Yeah, she could drag me over the rainbow, and send me away Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river Down by the river I shot my baby Down by the river
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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #18 on: October 12, 2017, 02:44:44 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ezd7fRvJgtc
George Harrison & Eric Clapton - While My Guitar Gently Weeps *Rare Live Version

[Verse 1]
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my guitar gently weeps

[Verse 2]
I don't know why nobody told you
How to unfold your love
I don't know how someone controlled you
They bought and sold you

[Verse 3]
I look at the world and I notice it's turning
While my guitar gently weeps
With every mistake we must surely be learning
Still my guitar gently weeps

[Verse 4]
I don't know how you were diverted
You were perverted too
I don't know how you were inverted
No one alerted you

Verse 5]
I look at you all, see the love there that's sleeping
While my guitar gently weeps
Look at you all
Still my guitar gently weeps

[Outro]
Oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, ooh
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #19 on: October 12, 2017, 02:52:20 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Kle8Unp3yaQ
Jimi Hendrix Little Wing lyrics

https://genius.com/The-jimi-hendrix-experience-little-wing-lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running round
Butterflies and Zebras
And moonbeams
And fairytales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind

[Verse 2]
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles she gives to me free
It's alright, she said, it's alright
Take anything you want from me
Anything, anything
Fly on, little wing

[Outro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, little wing
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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #20 on: October 12, 2017, 03:22:51 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=d67lhEVBsxU
The Gregg Allman Band 1982 - Queen of Hearts

Dan Toler, David "Frankie" Toler, Burt Engelsman, Bruce Waibel, Chaz Trippy, Jim Essery, Gregg Allman Aug 18, 1982 - Saenger Theatre. New Orleans - video shot by Quint Davis. Dan Toler - Guitar, David "Frankie" Toler - Drums, Bruce Waibel - Guitar, Burt Engelsman - Bass, Chaz Trippy - Percussion, Jim Essery - Harp, Gregg Allman B3 & vocals David "Frankie" Toler June 28, 1951 - June 4, 2011 - today we lost a great drummer and a true friend


Once I was glad
Always happy never sad
And every day
Seemed like Sunday
And although things were slow
Never seemed to have no dough
Somehow, I never once got lonely
Ya' see the fact is more or less
You're gamblin' with your own happiness
And most all your would be friends
Turn out so phoney
Oh but times they change
And rearrange
And I'll sing to the Queen of Hearts
Don't know where to start
Or how to stop
And after things have come and gone
Left me feelin'
That I've done so wrong
Oh, I wasted so much time
Feelin' guilty
And as I watch you sit across the room
Beautiful as the flowers bloom
T'Leave it lay just one day
Oh brother you're gonna come back
To find it gone

I love you queen of Hearts
Tell me not to stop
Just tell me where
To start
Where now baby
Tell me where to start
And after all that we've been through
I find that when I think of you
A warm soft wind runs
Through and through
And in my heart
There's only you
And I will always keep on trying
To gather this strange piece of mind
Without it there'd be
Lonely me and
Oh darlin' lonely you
I love you Queen of Hearts
Don't tell me when to stop
Tell me when to start
I love you queen of Hearts
Tell me not to stop
Just tell me where
To start

Songwriters: Gregg L. Allman

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=itnrjDZnM_E
The Allman Brothers - I Never Knew How Much - 1/16/1982 - University Of Florida (Official)

Time and time again I've felt these walls of plaster closing in
And more than once I've felt that lonely, lonely feeling
Wondering why I ain't where I've been
Just about the time I think I can't hold on
You're always there to keep me hanging on
And I said

I never knew how much a man needed a woman
I never knew how much a boy needed a girl
I never knew how much I needed you

Day after day I join the rat race
Trying to make the most of it
I keep on falling down down the ladder
Trying to stay on top of it
Just when I was sure nothing could get no better
Oh I realized
I still love you more than ever

I never knew how much a man needed a woman
I never knew how much a boy needed a girl
I never knew how much I needed you

Today I watch the sun set on the freeway
And strangled on the poison air
But miles beyond, on the other end
I know you'll always be waiting there
Girl you treat me with your kindest hand
You're in my heart, in my mind
And I'm so glad
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #21 on: October 12, 2017, 03:45:08 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JSUIQgEVDM4
The Doors - The End (original)

 This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end Of our elaborate plans, the end Of everything that stands, the end No safety or surprise, the end I'll never look into your eyes, again Can you picture what will be, so limitless and free Desperately in need, of some, stranger's hand In a, desperate land Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain And all the children are insane, all the children are insane Waiting for the summer rain, yeah There's danger on the edge of town Ride the King's highway, baby Weird scenes inside the gold mine Ride the highway west, baby Ride the snake, ride the snake To the lake, the ancient lake, baby The snake is long, seven miles Ride the snake, he's old, and his skin is cold The west is the best, the west is the best Get here, and we'll do the rest The blue bus is callin' us, the blue bus is callin' us Driver, where you taken us The killer awoke before dawn, he put his boots on He took a face from the ancient gallery And he walked on down the hall He went into the room where his sister lived, and, then he Paid a visit to his brother, and then he He walked on down the hall, and And he came to a door, and he looked inside Father, yes son, I want to kill you Mother, I want to... C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us C'mon baby, take a chance with us And meet me at the back of the blue bus Doin' a blue rock, on a blue bus Doin' a blue rock, c'mon, yeah Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill This is the end, beautiful friend This is the end, my only friend, the end It hurts to set you free But you'll never follow me The end of laughter and soft lies The end of nights we tried to die This is the end
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« Reply #22 on: October 12, 2017, 04:02:16 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AWuQiGaIsso
Sugar Magnolia 2/9/73 Grateful Dead -- BEST VERSION

"Sugar Magnolia"

Sugar magnolia, blossoms blooming, heads all empty and I don't care,
Saw my baby down by the river, knew she'd have to come up soon for air.

Sweet blossom come on, under the willow, we can have high times if you'll abide
We can discover the wonders of nature, rolling in the rushes down by the riverside.

She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
Takes the wheel when I'm seeing double, pays my ticket when I speed

She comes skimmin' through rays of violet, she can wade in a drop of dew,
She don't come and I don't follow, waits backstage while I sing to you.

Well, she can dance a Cajun rhythm, jump like a willys in four wheel drive.
She's a summer love for spring, fall and winter. She can make happy any man alive.

Sugar magnolia, ringing that bluebell, caught up in sunlight, come on out singing
I'll walk you in the sunshine, come on honey, come along with me.

She's got everything delightful, she's got everything I need,
A breeze in the pines and the sun and bright moonlight, lazing in the sunshine yes indeed.

Sometimes when the cuckoo's crying, when the moon is half way down,
Sometimes when the night is dying, I take me out and I wander around, I wander 'round.

Sunshine, daydream, walking in the tall trees, going where the wind goes
Blooming like a red rose, breathing more freely,
Ride our singin', I'll walk you in the morning sunshine
Sunshine, daydream. Sunshine, daydream. Walking in the sunshine.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #23 on: October 12, 2017, 04:07:57 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9WTlisjbvPY
Willie Nelson / "Everywhere I Go"

I'll take you with me everywhere I go
I'll put you in my pocket, who will know?
Right next to my heart at every show
I'll take you with me everywhere I go
No matter where our trails will finally wind
Our paths will just keep crossing, yours and mine
Until then, and in my pocket you must go
I'll take you with me everywhere I go
No matter where our trails will finally wind
Our paths will just keep crossing, yours and mine
Until then, and in my pocket you must go
I'll take you with me everywhere I go
Until then, and in my pocket you must go
I'll take you with me everywhere I go

Songwriters: Willie Nelson


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x8A9Y1Dq_cQ
Willie Nelson - Seven Spanish Angels

Willie Nelson, Ray Charles

He looked down into her brown eyes,
Said, " Say a prayer for me."
She threw her arms around him,
Whispered, "God will keep us free."
And they could hear the riders comin',
He said, "This is my last fight.
If they take me back to Texas,
They won't take me back alive."
And there were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.
She reached down and picked the gun up,
That lay smokin' in his hand.
Said, "Father please forgive me,
I can't make it without my man."
And she knew the gun was empty,
And she knew she couldn't win.
But her final prayer was answered,
When the rifles fired again.
And there were seven Spanish Angels,
At the alter of the Sun.
They were prayin' for the lovers,
In the valley of the gun.
And when the battle stopped,
And the smoke cleared.
There was thunder from the throne.
And seven Spanish angels,
Took another angel home.

Songwriters: Eddie F. Setser / Troy Harold Seals
Seven Spanish Angels lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JA644rSZX1A
Willie Nelson - Blue Eyes Crying In The Rain

In the twilight glow I see them
Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
When we kissed goodbye and parted
I knew we'd never meet again
Love is like a dyin' ember
Only memories remain
Through the ages I'll remember
Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Some day when we meet up yonder
We'll stroll hand in hand again
In a land that knows no partin'
Blue eyes cryin' in the rain
Now my hair has turned to silver
All my life I've loved in vain
I can see her star in heaven
Blue eyes crying in the rain

Songwriters: Fred Rose
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #24 on: October 12, 2017, 04:17:47 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8k6RW6qvYrU
The Seafarer

The Seafarer adapts an Old English poem about the suffering and joy of the sea.

The cellist runs from and eventually accepts the instrument itself, just as the narrator rejects and eventually embraces life on the sea. This piece can also be performed live by a single, acting cellist. The text is translated from the Old English by Burton Raffel as printed in "Poems and Prose from the Old English", used by kind permission of the Yale University Press.
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #25 on: October 12, 2017, 05:05:06 PM »
Here's one about the sea.  I'll throw it in here just because I don't expect anybody will be familiar with it.  But it's poetry.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6qw-3jdtfro

English composer Vaughan Williams used to set the poetry of Walt Whitman (American poet) to music.  This video runs the lyrics, which can be hard to pick out in choral singing.  The coordination of these orchestras and choirs always amazes me.

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #26 on: October 12, 2017, 09:31:21 PM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B_VnbtRFx5Y
Roy Orbison - Beautiful Dreamer

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Beautiful_Dreamer

"Beautiful Dreamer" is a parlor song by American songwriter Stephen Foster (1826–1864). It was published posthumously in March 1864, by Wm. A. Pond & Co. of New York. The first edition states on its title page that it is "the last song ever written by Stephen C. Foster. Composed but a few days prior to his death....

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Stephen Collins Foster (July 4, 1826 – January 13, 1864), known as "the father of American music", was an American songwriter known primarily for his parlor and minstrel music.

Death

Foster became ill with a fever in January 1864. Weakened, he fell in his hotel in the Bowery, cutting his neck. His writing partner George Cooper found him still alive, naked, lying in a pool of blood. He died in Bellevue Hospital three days later, at age 37.[11]

Other versions exist concerning Foster's death described by other biographers.[12]
Telegram that communicated Stephen Foster's death addressed to his brother Morrison Foster

When Foster died, his leather wallet contained a scrap of paper that simply said, "Dear friends and gentle hearts", along with 38 cents in Civil War scrip and three U.S. pennies

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Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the rude world, heard in the day,
Lull'd by the moonlight have all passed away!
Beautiful dreamer, queen of my song,
List while I woo thee with soft melody;
Gone are the cares of life's busy throng,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!

2.
Beautiful dreamer, out on the sea,
Mermaids are chanting the wild lorelei;
Over the streamlet vapors are borne,
Waiting to fade at the bright coming morn.
Beautiful dreamer, beam on my heart,
Even as the morn on the streamlet and sea;
Then will all clouds of sorrow depart,
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Beautiful dreamer, awake unto me!
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #27 on: October 14, 2017, 11:03:29 AM »
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cLi8fTlDEag
Olivia Newton John Xanadu Original Version Remastered HD (1980)

https://www.poets.org/poetsorg/poem/kubla-khan
Kubla Khan
Samuel Taylor Coleridge, 1772 - 1834

Or a Vision in a Dream. A Fragment

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure dome decree:


Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
    Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round:
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover!
A savage place! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon lover!
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced:
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail:
And ’mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean:
And ’mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war!

    The shadow of the dome of pleasure
    Floated midway on the waves;
    Where was heard the mingled measure
    From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice!
     A damsel with a dulcimer
    In a vision once I saw;
    It was an Abyssinian maid,
    And on her dulcimer she played,
    Singing of Mount Abora.
    Could I revive within me
    Her symphony and song,
    To such a deep delight ’twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome! those caves of ice!
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware! Beware!
His flashing eyes, his floating hair!
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

This poem is in the public domain.

Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #28 on: October 14, 2017, 03:43:24 PM »
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Charge_of_the_Light_Brigade_(poem)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S93lvQ4Ukg8
The Charge of the Light Brigade

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45319/the-charge-of-the-light-brigade

The Charge of the Light Brigade
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson


I
Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.
“Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!” he said.
Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

II
“Forward, the Light Brigade!”
Was there a man dismayed?
Not though the soldier knew
   Someone had blundered.
   Theirs not to make reply,
   Theirs not to reason why,
   Theirs but to do and die.
   Into the valley of Death
   Rode the six hundred.

III
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon in front of them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of hell
   Rode the six hundred.

IV
Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air
Sabring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
   All the world wondered.
Plunged in the battery-smoke
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre stroke
   Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not
   Not the six hundred.

V
Cannon to right of them,
Cannon to left of them,
Cannon behind them
   Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell.
They that had fought so well
Came through the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of hell,
All that was left of them,
   Left of six hundred.

VI
When can their glory fade?
O the wild charge they made!
   All the world wondered.
Honour the charge they made!
Honour the Light Brigade,
   Noble six hundred!




https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_of_the_Light_Brigade

http://www.kiplingsociety.co.uk/poems_brigade.htm
The Last of the Light Brigade

There were thirty million English who talked of England's might,
There were twenty broken troopers who lacked a bed for the night.
They had neither food nor money, they had neither service nor trade;
They were only shiftless soldiers, the last of the Light Brigade.

They felt that life was fleeting; they knew not that art was long,
That though they were dying of famine, they lived in deathless song.
They asked for a little money to keep the wolf from the door;
And the thirty million English sent twenty pounds and four !

They laid their heads together that were scarred and lined and grey;
Keen were the Russian sabres, but want was keener than they;
And an old Troop-Sergeant muttered, "Let us go to the man who writes
The things on Balaclava the kiddies at school recites."

They went without bands or colours, a regiment ten-file strong,
To look for the Master-singer who had crowned them all in his song;
And, waiting his servant's order, by the garden gate they stayed,
A desolate little cluster, the last of the Light Brigade.

They strove to stand to attention, to straighen the toil-bowed back;
They drilled on an empty stomach, the loose-knit files fell slack;
With stooping of weary shoulders, in garments tattered and frayed,
They shambled into his presence, the last of the Light Brigade.

The old Troop-Sergeant was spokesman, and "Beggin' your pardon," he said,
"You wrote o' the Light Brigade, sir. Here's all that isn't dead.
An' it's all come true what you wrote, sir, regardin' the mouth of hell;
For we're all of us nigh to the workhouse, an' we thought we'd call an' tell.

"No, thank you, we don't want food, sir; but couldn't you take an' write
A sort of 'to be continued' and 'see next page' o' the fight?
We think that someone has blundered, an' couldn't you tell 'em how?
You wrote we were heroes once, sir. Please, write we are starving now."

The poor little army departed, limping and lean and forlorn.
And the heart of the Master-singer grew hot with "the scorn of scorn."
And he wrote for them wonderful verses that swept the land like flame,
Till the fatted souls of the English were scourged with the thing called Shame.

They sent a cheque to the felon that sprang from an Irish bog;
They healed the spavined cab-horse; they housed the homeless dog;
And they sent (you may call me a liar), when felon and beast were paid,
A cheque, for enough to live on, to the last of the Light Brigade.

O thirty million English that babble of England's might,
Behold there are twenty heroes who lack their food to-night;
Our children's children are lisping to "honour the charge they made - "
And we leave to the streets and the workhouse the charge of the Light Brigade!


Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5

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Re: Poetry Day - Oct 15th Virgil's Birthday
« Reply #29 on: October 15, 2017, 01:53:28 PM »

THE MEMORY OF PAST LOVE.
Voice animetta mia*.


My life, my dulcet little soul ! oh when
Shall I return to the dear spot, or near it,
Where we were so conjoined, and so divided ?
But a fond glance of the' eye, a pleasant smile,
A courteous salutation, a kind nod,
Two blessed love-words, and two sighs, shall be
Of my so long, long sufferings the reward, —
Or rather the fresh tortures, — ties, bonds, chains,
Torches, and darts, and arrows, to transfix,
Bind, and inflame me still !


  Jerusalem Delivered: An Epic Poem, in Twenty Cantos; Translated into English ..., Volume 1
By Torquato Tasso





A RGUMENT.

GOD to Tortosa sends his Angel down, Whose mandate Godfrey reverently pursues; A Council called—the Peers of most renown Him for their Chief uuanimously choose; He under their blest ensigns first reviews The numbered troops, then to the plain that leads To sacred Salem guides them; by the news Disturbed, Judea's aged tyrant feeds His wrath with schemes from which he lingeringly recedes* JERUSALEM DELIVERED.

CANTO I.

I.

I Sing the pious arms and Chief, who freed Christ's holy sepulchre from thrall profane: Much did he toil in thought, and much in deed, Much in the glorious enterprise sustain; In vain all Hell opposed him, armed in vain Of Africa and Ind the mingled crew; For Heaven with prosperous fortune crowned his pain, And, under his mild guardianship, anew To the grand Red-Cross flag his errant comrades drew.

....


Canto IX. JERUSALEM DELIVERED. 459
LXXXVIII.

Nor thus content, he from his steed alights,
And makes fierce battle with the corse he slew,
Like a struck mastiff that in vengeance bites
The stone some passenger in anger threw.
O vain relief of anguish, to pursue
With rage the dust insensible to pain !
But meanwhile Godfrey and his circling crew
Of Paladins, against the Soldan's train
Spent not in vain their powers, struck not their blows in vain.

LXXXIX.
A thousand Turks were there from head to heel
Sheathed in fine mail, with plated shields ; their frame,
Untired by toil, was stubborn as the steel
That armed their limbs, their daring souls the same, —
Versed in all movements of the martial game :
The Soldan's ancient body-guard, they passed
With him to the Arabian wilds when came
His evil hour, and to his fortunes fast
Adhered through bright and dark, confederates to the last.


JERUSALEM DELIVERED; AN EPIC POEM, IN TWENTY CANTOS; Vol 2
Behold, happy is the man whom God correcteth: therefore despise not thou the chastening of the Almighty: For he maketh sore, and bindeth up: he woundeth, and his hands make whole ; He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. - Job 5