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Mark Rodell

Trad climber

Bangkok

Topic Author's Original Post - Jan 23, 2010 - 12:49am PT

I am teaching a Literay Analysis course at a international college in Bangkok. We just finished a poetry segment that went well in part because I brought in a lot of very current material as did they. We have time to extend this and so we will ingest song lyrics. I do have material but am always on the lookout for new stuff...rhyme okay, rhythm of syllables or line length, crisp imagery, unique use of language...thanks and cheers

Anastasia

Mountain climber

hanging from a crimp and crying for my mama.

Jan 23, 2010 - 12:55am PT

A Sort Of Homecoming lyrics

And you know it's time to go
Through the sleet and driving snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light in the distance

And you hunger for the time
Time to heal, desire, time
And your earth moves beneath
Your own dream landscape

Oh, oh, oh...
On borderland we run...

I'll be there
I'll be there...
Tonight
A high road
A high road out from here

The city walls are all pulled down
The dust, a smoke screen all around
See faces ploughed like fields that once
Gave no resistance

And we live by the side of the road
On the side of a hill
As the valley explode
Dislocated, suffocated
The land grows weary of its own

Oh, oh, oh...on borderland we run...
And still we run
We run and don't look back
I'll be there
I'll be there
Tonight
Tonight

I'll be there tonight...I believe
I'll be there...somehow
I'll be there...tonight
Tonight

The wind will crack in winter time
This bomb-blast lightning waltz
No spoken words, just a scream...

Tonight we'll build a bridge
Across the sea and land
See the sky, the burning rain
She will die and live again
Tonight

And your heart beats so slow
Through the rain and fallen snow
Across the fields of mourning
Light's in the distance

Oh don't sorrow, no don't weep
For tonight, at last
I am coming home
I am coming home

Mark Rodell

Trad climber

Bangkok

Topic Author's Reply - Jan 23, 2010 - 12:57am PT

thank you A
how ya been?

Anastasia

Mountain climber

hanging from a crimp and crying for my mama.

Jan 23, 2010 - 01:04am PT

Very Good... I am very lucky.
AFS

Colby

Social climber

Ogdenville

Jan 23, 2010 - 01:23am PT

It's All Right Ma (I'm Only Bleeding) - Bob Dylan

Darkness at the break of noon
Shadows even the silver spoon
The handmade blade, the child's balloon
Eclipses both the sun and moon
To understand you know too soon
There is no sense in trying.

Pointed threats, they bluff with scorn
Suicide remarks are torn
From the fool's gold mouthpiece
The hollow horn plays wasted words
Proves to warn
That he not busy being born
Is busy dying.

Temptation's page flies out the door
You follow, find yourself at war
Watch waterfalls of pity roar
You feel to moan but unlike before
You discover
That you'd just be
One more person crying.

So don't fear if you hear
A foreign sound to your ear
It's alright, Ma, I'm only sighing.

As some warn victory, some downfall
Private reasons great or small
Can be seen in the eyes of those that call
To make all that should be killed to crawl
While others say don't hate nothing at all
Except hatred.

Disillusioned words like bullets bark
As human gods aim for their mark
Made everything from toy guns that spark
To flesh-colored Christs that glow in the dark
It's easy to see without looking too far
That not much
Is really sacred.

While preachers preach of evil fates
Teachers teach that knowledge waits
Can lead to hundred-dollar plates
Goodness hides behind its gates
But even the president of the United States
Sometimes must have
To stand naked.

An' though the rules of the road have been lodged
It's only people's games that you got to dodge
And it's alright, Ma, I can make it.

Advertising signs that con you
Into thinking you're the one
That can do what's never been done
That can win what's never been won
Meantime life outside goes on
All around you.

You lose yourself, you reappear
You suddenly find you got nothing to fear
Alone you stand with nobody near
When a trembling distant voice, unclear
Startles your sleeping ears to hear
That somebody thinks
They really found you.

A question in your nerves is lit
Yet you know there is no answer fit to satisfy
Insure you not to quit
To keep it in your mind and not fergit
That it is not he or she or them or it
That you belong to.

Although the masters make the rules
For the wise men and the fools
I got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

For them that must obey authority
That they do not respect in any degree
Who despise their jobs, their destinies
Speak jealously of them that are free
Cultivate their flowers to be
Nothing more than something
They invest in.

While some on principles baptized
To strict party platform ties
Social clubs in drag disguise
Outsiders they can freely criticize
Tell nothing except who to idolize
And then say God bless him.

While one who sings with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape from society's pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down in the hole
That he's in.

But I mean no harm nor put fault
On anyone that lives in a vault
But it's alright, Ma, if I can't please him.

Old lady judges watch people in pairs
Limited in sex, they dare
To push fake morals, insult and stare
While money doesn't talk, it swears
Obscenity, who really cares
Propaganda, all is phony.

While them that defend what they cannot see
With a killer's pride, security
It blows the minds most bitterly
For them that think death's honesty
Won't fall upon them naturally
Life sometimes
Must get lonely.

My eyes collide head-on with stuffed graveyards
False gods, I scuff
At pettiness which plays so rough
Walk upside-down inside handcuffs
Kick my legs to crash it off
Say okay, I have had enough
What else can you show me?

And if my thought-dreams could be seen
They'd probably put my head in a guillotine
But it's alright, Ma, it's life, and life only.

Dr.Sprock

Boulder climber

Sprocketville

Jan 23, 2010 - 01:23am PT

Snowing On Raton by Townes Van Zandt

Well when the wind don't blow in Amarillo,
and the moon along to Gunnison don't rise,
shall I cast my dreams upon your love babe,
and lie beneath the laughter of your eyes.

Snowing on Raton,
come morning I'll be through the hills and gone.

Mother thinks the road is long and lonely,
little brother thinks the road is straight and fine,
will little darlin' thinks the road is soft and lovely,
I'm thankful that old road is a friend of mine.

Bid the years good-bye you cannot still them,
you cannot turn the circles of the sun,
you cannot count the miles until you fell them,
you cannot hold a lover that is gone.

Tomorrow the mountains will be sleeping,
silently the blanket green and blue,
but I shall hear the silence they are keeping,
I'll bring all their promises to you.

JOEY.F

Social climber

sebastopol

Jan 23, 2010 - 03:43am PT

Hijira, joni mitchell

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from these petty wars
That shell shock love away

There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today

In our possessive coupling
So much cannot be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed

I see something of myself in everyone
Right at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a bridal girl

You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or you stick to some straighter line

Look here's a man and a woman sittin' on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen, sounds like Benny Goodman
Floating through the snowy trees

I'm porous with travel fever
But I'm so glad to be on my own
Still the slightest touch of a stranger
sets up a trembling in my bones

But I know, no one's going to show me everything
We come and go unknown
Each so deep and so superficial
Between the forceps and the stone

I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality, to eternity
And I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for a peice of immortality

In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There is the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed all these years

We're only particles of change I know
We're just orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm bound and tied to someone?

White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
From the window of my hotel room

I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way