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The Last Waltz (till the 12th of Never)
A poem a day
till the Twelfth of May â
writing right up to the end!
A last dance in the Underground, anyone?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Z2eTW8qZBtk&pp=ygUOdGhlIGxhc3Qgd2FsdHo%3D
đđē
One for Deep Underground đĨ
The house is growing old and looking sad.
Its roof is leaking, many slates have gone.
It's lost the cheerful look that once it had
when it was young and life inside went on.
Its hearth is cold, no fire is blazing there,
the paper peels, unrolling from the wall,
the windows blind, the battered floorboards bare,
now only echos echo in its hall.
The house remembers, though, a better time,
the better days when it was full of light,
the happy days when it was in its prime;
it pays no heed now to its sorry plight.
It's had a life with love in large amounts,
and when it's time to go that's all that counts.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AE1ct5yEuVY&pp=ygURZ29pbmcgdW5kZXJncm91bmQ%3D
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Until the twelfth of Never
the memories to cling on
faded sepia colours soft as dew
wreaths of your presence warmth of you
I will hold you until the twelfth of never
love forged forever sincere
promises made not mere air
though the winds may howl
through time turned-wheel
let the rivers bend
your essence remain
my love without end
in dreams among the stars
the memories to cling on
faded sepia colours soft as dew
wreaths of your presence warmth of you
I will hold you until the twelfth of never
love forged forever sincere
promises made not mere air
though the winds may howl
through time turned-wheel
let the rivers bend
your essence remain
my love without end
in dreams among the stars
A Lament for Dug, the Worm of the Underground
Well, Dug, O Worm of Deepest Underground,
the hateful Twelfth of May, that date you fear,
that date when we must part, is drawing near,
when all will end, collapsing black around,
and from the Underground will come no sound.
Your well-loved faithful friends will all disperse
like arrows fired, to fall to bad or worse
somewhere upon a distant rocky shore â
then you will hear their singing rhymes no more.
The Twelfth of May approaches like your hearse.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuuObGsB0No&pp=ygUXbG92ZSB3aWxsIHRlYXIgdXMgYXBhcnQ%3D
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How do You whisper Silence
quietly stand I where shadows weave
heartache whispers sadly leave
once vibrant now laughter fades
now is just unforgiving dark shadows
there's more unsaid feelings in the air
ghostly sojourn of words once said
whispers unheard like a long prayer
meandering in rooms alone and sad
đģ
quietly stand I where shadows weave
heartache whispers sadly leave
once vibrant now laughter fades
now is just unforgiving dark shadows
there's more unsaid feelings in the air
ghostly sojourn of words once said
whispers unheard like a long prayer
meandering in rooms alone and sad
đģ
You Got That Wrong, TS, You Knobhead!
The cruelest month of all is really May,
not April, Mr Eliot. You were wrong.
In May, the birds will sing their sweetest song,
but on the Twelfth, that saddest, saddest, day,
we'll have no home in which to write and play!
We'll speak a final sorrowful goodbye
then from the Underground we all must fly
to wander in a Wasteland, bleak and bare,
to seek a new home for our verse â somewhere.
For on the Twelfth Deep Underground will die!
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_jcDNsY9Qz4&pp=ygUNaG9tZWxlc3Mgc29uZw%3D%3D
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We'll Know When We Get There
We'll say farewell, no looking back,
and set off down a brand-new road;
of hopes and dreams we have no lack,
the hopes and dreams that our hearts showed,
and under both the Sun and Moon
we'll dance toward an unknown land,
our hearts will sing the magic tune
that only hearts can understand,
and when we get there we will know
that it's the place to sing our song,
our beating hearts to us will show
that here's the place where we belong,
and then we'll stop and rest at ease,
beneath a shading leafy tree,
and everywhere around will please
the smiling eyes of you and me.
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o-tT62bpYlU&pp=ygUwb3ZlciB0aGUgaGlsbHMgYW5kIGZhciBhd2F5IG9mZmljaWFsIG11c2ljIHZpZGVv
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Did You see...
old piece of newspaper blown
on the old road towards dawn
she walked head down
hugging an old ragged cardigan
coaxing warmth from tattered wool
she walked down the road
towards a home with no welcoming
warmth from the cold fireplace
https://youtu.be/qxW0cPo7F_o?si=o0uDFfnKJX6leXCc
old piece of newspaper blown
on the old road towards dawn
she walked head down
hugging an old ragged cardigan
coaxing warmth from tattered wool
she walked down the road
towards a home with no welcoming
warmth from the cold fireplace
https://youtu.be/qxW0cPo7F_o?si=o0uDFfnKJX6leXCc
Gimme Shelter
The useless compass needle whirls around,
the map is blank and shows no road to go,
but I must leave my home, Deep Underground,
for somewhere else, but where, I do not know;
I only know the world outside is bleak,
a wilderness as stark and cold as snow.
But somewhere out there is the home I seek,
a newfoundland where free from homeless strain
I'll rest, and then once more the Muse will speak
her pleasing words to my reluctant brain.
I'll write some verses, not entirely shite,
then written, I'll feel satisfied again.
But just for now I'm lost and nothing's right,
for soon the Underground puts out its light.
âšī¸
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RbmS3tQJ7Os&pp=ygUcZ2ltbWUgc2hlbHRlciByb2xsaW5nIHN0b25lcw%3D%3D
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Sad
the sadness wash down like rain,
a cleansing baptism on pain.
every tear that falls like dew
a prelude to skies of blue
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YQ66pFbjw4
i am sorry
in my haste to make it better
i came prematurely
rushed in like a hopeless romantic
i did not see you there
alone
deboned
and bare
just patiently waiting for me to notice you
dancing to another tempo
here i come
watch me kick in the door
singing
hollering
like an animal on heat
here i am
crashing your party
thinking
this dance floor is big enough
for two
here we are
both spinning in circles
trying to call it a dance
in my haste to make it better
i came prematurely
rushed in like a hopeless romantic
i did not see you there
alone
deboned
and bare
just patiently waiting for me to notice you
dancing to another tempo
here i come
watch me kick in the door
singing
hollering
like an animal on heat
here i am
crashing your party
thinking
this dance floor is big enough
for two
here we are
both spinning in circles
trying to call it a dance
