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The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
At night’s delicious close.
Between the March and April line—
That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
Almost too heavenly near.
It makes us think of all the dead
That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
Made cruelly more dear.
It makes us think of what we had,
And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
Would go and sing no more.
An ear can break a human heart
As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
So dangerously near.
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Judgement day
02:51
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They put ma body in the ground,
Ma soul went flyin' o' the town,
Went flyin' to the stars an' moon
A-shoutin', God, I's comin' soon.
O Jesus!
Lord in heaven,
Crown on His head,
Says don't be 'fraid
Cause you ain't dead.
Kind Jesus!
An' now I'm settin' clean an' bright
In the sweet o' ma Lord's sight—
Clean an' bright,
Clean an' bright.
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Little Julie
03:10
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Little Julie
Has grown quite tall.
Folks say she don't like
To stay home at all.
Little Julie
Has grown quite stout.
Folks say it's not just
Stomach sticking out.
Little Julie
Has grown quite wise-
A tiger, a lion, and an owl
In her Eyes.
Little Julie
Says she don't care!
What she means is:
Nobody cares
Anywhere.
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what if a much of a which of a wind
gives truth to the summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend:blow space to time)
—when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror;blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
—whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't: blow death to was)
—all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die,the more we live
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John Evereldown
06:34
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“WHERE are you going to-night, to-night,—
Where are you going, John Evereldown?
There’s never the sign of a star in sight,
Nor a lamp that’s nearer than Tilbury Town.
Why do you stare as a dead man might?
Where are you pointing away from the light?
And where are you going to-night, to-night,—
Where are you going, John Evereldown?”
“Right through the forest, where none can see,
There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town.
The men are asleep,—or awake, may be,—
But the women are calling John Evereldown.
Ever and ever they call for me,
And while they call can a man be free?
So right through the forest, where none can see,
There’s where I’m going, to Tilbury Town.”
“But why are you going so late, so late,—
Why are you going, John Evereldown?
Though the road be smooth and the way be straight,
There are two long leagues to Tilbury Town.
Come in by the fire, old man, and wait!
Why do you chatter out there by the gate?
And why are you going so late, so late,—
Why are you going, John Evereldown?”
“I follow the women wherever they call,—
That’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town.
God knows if I pray to be done with it all,
But God is no friend to John Evereldown.
So the clouds may come and the rain may fall,
The shadows may creep and the dead men crawl,—
But I follow the women wherever they call,
And that’s why I’m going to Tilbury Town.”
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Blue Bayou
04:15
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I went down walking
by the Blue Bayou
and I saw the sun go down.
I thought about old Greeley
and I thought about Lou
and I saw the sun go down.
White man
makes me work all day
and I work too hard
for too little pay-
The a white man
takes my woman away.
I'll kill old Greeley.
The Blue Bayou
turns red as a fire
put the black man
on a rope
and pull him higher!
I saw the sun go down.
Put him on the rope
and pull him higher!
The Blue Bayou's
a pool of fire.
And I saw the sun go down,
down
down,
lawd, I saw the sun go down!
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All I want is you
05:02
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I had two husbands.
I could have had three -
but my might-have-been
was too good for me.
When you grow up the hard way
sometimes you don't know
what's too good to be true,
just might be so.
He said, Madam, I swear
All I want is you.
Right then and there
I knowed we was through!
He worked all the time,
spend his money with me -
first time in my life
I had anything free.
I said, do you love me?
or am I mistaken?
You're always giving
and never taking.
I told him, Jackson,
you better leave -
you got some'n else
up your sleeve:
When you think you got bread
it's always a stone -
nobody loves nobody
for yourself alone.
He said, in me
you've got no trust.
I said, I don't want
my heart to bust.
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Men treats woman
04:06
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My old time daddy
Came back home last night.
His face was pale and
His eyes didn't look just right.
He says, “Mary, I'm
Comin' home to you—
So sick and lonesome
I don't know what to do.”
Oh, men treats women
Just like a pair o' shoes—
You kicks 'em round and
Does 'em like you choose.
I looked at my daddy—
Lawd! and I wanted to cry.
He looked so thin—
Lawd! that I wanted to cry.
But the devil told me:
Damn a lover
Come home to die!
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When Sue wears red
02:40
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When Susanna Jones wears red
her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown by the ages.
Come with a blast of trumphets, Jesus!
When Susanna Jones wears red
A queen from some time-dead Egyptian night
Walks once again.
Blow trumphets, Jesus!
And the beauty of Susanna Jones in red
Burns in my heart a love-fire sharp like a pain.
Sweet silver trumphets, Jesus!
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Aunt Sue's stories
06:28
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Aunt Sue has a head full of stories.
Aunt Sue has a whole heart full of stories.
Summer nights on the front porch
Aunt Sue cuddles a brown-faced child to her bosom
And tells him stories.
Black slaves
Working in the hot sun,
And black slaves
Walking in the dewy night,
And black slaves
Singing sorrow songs on the banks of a mighty river
Mingle themselves softly
In the flow of old Aunt Sue's voice,
Mingle themselves softly
In the dark shadows that cross and recross
Aunt Sue's stories.
And the dark-faced child, listening,
Knows that Aunt Sue's stories are real stories.
He knows that Aunt Sue never got her stories
Out of any book at all,
But that they came
Right out of her own life.
The dark-faced child is quiet
Of a summer night
Listening to Aunt Sue's stories.
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Heartscore, a German-italian studio-project (no live-shows planned) bring back the power of classic Heavy Metal paired with some Prog- and Thrash-Metal influences.
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