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Poet Wars Poets Stanley Moss Octavio Paz Walter De La Mare

Stanley Moss

Stanley Moss is an American art dealer and publisher, but is best known for his poems. Moss was born on June 21st, 1925, in Woodhaven, New York, a middle class neighborhood in Queens. As a child he visited Europe, and did so once again as an adult, but as a soldier fighting in World War Two. He stayed in Europe to teach English in Barcelona and Rome. That is where the religious and mythical inspirations in his poetry came from. Moss wrote in an anger towards God. As Christopher Buckley said of Moss “The poetry of the ages is an argument with God, but few poets have picked up that argument in recent years. Stanley Moss does.” What the critic meant of his comment is that Moss’ poetic strength comes from his continued argument with God, and the undeniable truth of life. That death will come to all, on individuals and groups.

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A dead nun’s complaint while dancing

Where is the bridegroom? Whose music shuttles the looms?

Some sisters find Him among the dying and the orphans In my order, I found Christ among the saucepans

Anarchist, after the dance, kiss your lady’s hand: Taste the grasses, sweet meats, and Catholic sand.

When death deflowered me, Christ embraced me Under the trees where now my grave is empty

Has the ocean swept into His cathedral, Left Neptune on the cross? O make me real

In my clean, busy cell, real on my knees. Let me taste salt in living bread, smell lilies.

Bring me to blood and body from wine and bread. Let me rejoice with sisters visiting my bed.

Paradise moves further and further away- For a little while the sun and moon will stay.

Some sisters find Him among the dying and the orphans In my order, I found Christ among the saucepans What Moss uses here is a paradox somewhat. While some find Jesus with the weak and lonely, Moss finds him in something normal and somewhat dull, like a saucepan.

Bring me to blood and body from wine and bread. Symbolism, what Moss takes from here is from the New Testament in the Bible, where in the Last Supper Jesus says his body is bread and his blood is wine.

Paradise moves further and further away- For a little while the sun and moon will stay. Juxtapostion: While one place, Paradise, something Moss probably sees as an imaginative idea, is leaving he still has two things that he knows exist with him.

Paradox: Nirvana's "Come as You Are"

Come As you are As you were As I want you to be As a friend As a friend <-- As an old enemy <-- Take your time <-- Hurry up <-- The choice is your Don't be late Take a rest As a friend As an old memoria Memoria Memoria Memoria

Come Dowsed in mud Soaked in bleach As I want you to be As a trend As a friend As an old memoria Memoria Memoria Memoria And I swear That I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun Memoria Memoria Memoria {don't have a gun}

And I swear That I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun No I don't have a gun

Memoria

Memoria

Symbolism: Led Zeppelins "Stairway to Heaven **"Stairway To Heaven"**    There's a lady who's sure all that glitters is gold <--    And she's buying a stairway to heaven. <--    When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed    With a word she can get what she came for.    Ooh, ooh, and she's buying a stairway to heaven.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure 'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings. In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it makes me wonder.

There's a feeling I get when I look to the west, And my spirit is crying for leaving. In my thoughts I have seen rings of smoke through the trees, And the voices of those who stand looking.

Ooh, it makes me wonder, Ooh, it really makes me wonder.

And it's whispered that soon, if we all call the tune, Then the piper will lead us to reason. And a new day will dawn for those who stand long, And the forests will echo with laughter.

If there's a bustle in your hedgerow, don't be alarmed now, It's just a spring clean for the May queen. Yes, there are two paths you can go by, but in the long run There's still time to change the road you're on. There's still time to change the road you're on. And it makes me wonder.

Your head is humming and it won't go, in case you don't know, The piper's calling you to join him, Dear lady, can you hear the wind blow, and did you know Your stairway lies on the whispering wind?

And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul. There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold. And if you listen very hard The tune will come to you at last. When all are one and one is all To be a rock and not to roll. And she's buying a stairway to heaven

Juxtaposition: The Dead Kennedys, Holiday in Cambodia

So you been to school For a year or two And you know you've seen it all In daddy's car Thinkin' you'll go far Back east your type don't crawl

Play ethnicky jazz To parade your snazz On your five grand stereo Braggin' that you know How the *** feel cold**
 * And the slums got so much soul**


 * It's time to taste what you most fear**
 * Right Guard will not help you here**
 * Brace yourself, my dear:**


 * It's a holiday in Cambodia**
 * It's tough, kid, but it's life**
 * It's a holiday in Cambodia**
 * Don't forget to pack a wife**

So you can get rich But your boss gets richer off you
 * You're a star-belly sneech**
 * You suck like a leach <--**
 * You want everyone to act like you**
 * Kiss** * while you *

Well you'll work harder <-- With a gun in your back For a bowl of rice a day Slave for soldiers Till you starve Then your head is skewered on a stake

Now you can go where people are one Now you can go where they get things done What you need, my son:.

Is a holiday in Cambodia Where people dress in black A holiday in Cambodia Where you'll kiss *** or crack

Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, Pol Pot, [etc]

And it's a holiday in Cambodia Where you'll do what you're told A holiday in Cambodia Where the slums got so much soul

A Blind Fisherman Stanley Moss I teach my friend, a fisherman gone blind, to cast true left, right or center and how far between lily pads and the fallen cedar. Darkness is precious, how long will darkness last? Our bait, worms, have no professors, they live in darkness, can be taught fear of light. Cut into threes even sixes they live separate lives, recoil from light. He tells me, “I am seldom blind when I dream, morning is anthracite, I play blind man’s bluff, I cannot find myself, my shoe, the sink, tell time, but that’s spilled milk and ink, the lost and found I cannot find. I can tell the difference between a mollusk and a whelk, a grieving liar and a lemon rind.” Laughing, he says, “I still hope the worm will turn, //pink, land, and warm//, dined out on apples of good fortune. Books have a faintly legible smell. Divorced from the sun, I am a kind of bachelor henpecked by the night. Sometimes I use my darkness well— in the overcast and sunlight of my mind. I can still wink, sing, my eyes are songs.” Darkness is precious, how long will darkness last? He could not fish, he could not walk, he fell in his own feces. He wept. He died where he fell. //The power of beauty to right all wrongs// is hard for me to sell.

Hyperbole: The lost and Found I cannot find, In the sunlight of my mind, I can still wink, sing, my eyes are songs Moss uses this on a blind man to show his struggle, but also shows he still lives happily in his mind despite blindness, and it continues until the end, where he dies.

Irony: Irony is used because in the poem, he is expected to live and be successful despite blindness, but dies a horrible death.

Hyperbole: Pink Floyd's "Comfortably Numb"

Hello, Is there anybody in there Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home Come on now I hear you're feeling down I can ease your pain And get you on your feet again Relax I'll need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I had a fever <-- My hands felt just like two balloons <-- Now I've got that feeling once again <-- I can't explain, you would not understand <-- This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb

O.K. Just a little pin prick There'll be no more aaaaaaaah! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go.

There is no pain you are receding A distant ship smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown The dream is gone And I have become Comfortably numb.

Irony: Alanis Morissette's "Ironic An old man turned ninety-eight He won the lottery and died the next day It's a black fly in your Chardonnay It's a death row pardon two minutes too late And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye He waited his whole damn life to take that flight And as the plane crashed down he thought "Well isn't this nice..." And isn't it ironic... don't you think

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneaking up on you When you think everything's okay and everything's going right And life has a funny way of helping you out when You think everything's gone wrong and everything blows up In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late A no-smoking sign on your cigarette break It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife It's meeting the man of my dreams And then meeting his beautiful wife And isn't it ironic...don't you think A little too ironic...and, yeah, I really do think...

It's like rain on your wedding day It's a free ride when you've already paid It's the good advice that you just didn't take Who would've thought... it figures

Life has a funny way of sneaking up on you Life has a funny, funny way of helping you out Helping you out  

War Ballad The piano has crawled into the quarry. Hauled In last night for firewood, sprawled With frozen barrels, crates and sticks, The piano is waiting for the axe.

Legless, a black box, still polished; It lies on its belly like a lizard, Droning, heaving, hardly fashioned For the quarry’s primordial art.

Blood red: his frozen fingers cleft, Two on the right hand, five on the left, He goes down on his knees to reach the keyboard, To strike the lizard’s chord.

Seven fingers pick out rhymes and rhythm, The frozen skin, steaming, peels off them, As from a boiled potato. Their schemes, Their beauty, ivory and anthracite, Flicker and flash like the great Northern Lights.

Everything played before is a great lie. The reflections of flaming chandeliers— Deceit, the white columns, the grand tiers In warm concert halls—wild lies.

But the steel of the piano howls in me, I lie in the quarry and I am deft As the lizard. I accept the gift. I’ll be a song for Russia, I’ll be an étude, warmth and bread for everybody.

Personification: Moss uses it when he says “the piano crawled in” and it “is waiting for the axe”

Metaphor: “It lies on its belly like a lizard” “The frozen skin, steaming, peels off them, as form a boiled potato.”

Onomatopoeia: Flicker and flash like the great Northern Lights

 Personification: The Beatles, "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"  "While My Guitar Gently Weeps"  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 <--  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  I look at the world and I notice it's turning <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> While my guitar gently weeps <-- <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> With every mistake we must surely be learning <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Still my guitar gently weeps <-- <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Well… <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I don't know how you were diverted <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> You were perverted too <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I don't know how you were inverted <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> No one alerted you <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I look at you all see the love there that's sleeping <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> While my guitar gently weeps <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Look at you all <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Still my guitar gently weeps <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Oh, oh <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh  <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Oh, oh, oh, oh  <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh, ooh <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Metaphor: Michael Jackson's "Human Nature" <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [1st Verse] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Looking Out <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Across The Night-Time <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> The City Winks A Sleepless Eye <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Hear Her Voice <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Shake My Window <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Sweet Seducing Sight <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [2nd Verse] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Get Me Out <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Into The Night-Time <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Four Walls Won't Hold Me Tonight <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If This Town <-- <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Is Just An Apple <-- <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Then Let Me Take A Bite <-- <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [Chorus] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [3rd Verse] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Reaching Out <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> To Touch A Stranger <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Electric Eyes Are Ev'rywhere <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> See That Girl <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> She Knows I'm Watching <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> She Likes The Way I Stare <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [Chorus] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I Like Livin' This Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I Like Lovin' This Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [4th Verse] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Looking Out <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Across The Morning <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> The City's Heart Begins To Beat <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Reaching Out <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I Touch Her Shoulder <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I'm Dreaming Of The Street <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> [Chorus] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> If They Say - <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Tell 'Em That Is Human Nature <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> Why, Why, Does He Do Me That Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em; text-align: center;"> I Like Livin' This Way <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Onomatopoeia: Old McDonald Had A Farm <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">And on that farm he had a cow, EE-I-EE-I-O. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">With a moo moo here and a moo moo there <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Here a moo, there a moo, everywhere a moo moo <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Old MacDonald had a farm, EE-I-EE-I-O.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Octavio Paz <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> Octavio Paz <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> Paz was born in Mexico City in 1914 to revolutionists. His grandfather, a liberal intellectual, had a library with Mexican and European classics, and introduced him to literature. In 1937, Paz went to Valencia, Spain, to attend the Second International Congress of Anti-Fascist Writers. When Paz returned to Mexico in 1938, he established his poetic journal, Taller. In 1943 he traveled to the USA as a diplomat for Mexico. He was subsequently sent to France. There he wrote his book “The Labyrinth of Solitude” and started his career that " helped to define modern poetry and the Mexican personality." He wrote two more books in 1957, “Sunstone” and “Liberty Under Oath”. In 1962, he was named Mexican Ambassador to India, where he wrote much of his work. He also came into contact of a literary movement called the Hungry Generation. He resigned in 1968 when the Mexican government massacred students at a protest. In 1990 he was awarded the Nobel Prize and passed away in 1998. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> [] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> [] <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> [|http://www.poetryfoundation.org/bio/octavio-paz#poet]

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> The Street

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Here is a long and silent street.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">I walk in blackness and I stumble and fall

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">and rise, and I walk blind, my feet

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">trampling the silent stones and the dry leaves.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves:

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">if I slow down, he slows;

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">Everything dark and doorless,

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">only my steps aware of me,

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">I turning and turning among these corners

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">which lead forever to the street

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">where nobody waits for, nobody follows me,

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">where I pursue a man who stumbles

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;">and rises and says when he sees me : nobody.

<span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> Metaphor: This poem is his life, long, lonely, and he doesn’t know where to go <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> Pathos: Paz uses this to get feeling for him, as in the poem he shows he has run out of options and is in the dark. A low point in his life. <span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial; font-size: 1em;"> Asyndeton: Paz uses Asyndeton in the lines “Someone behind me also tramples, stones, leaves: if I slow down, he slows; if I run, he runs I turn : nobody.”

Asydeton: Foster the People, where? “All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun”

Robert's got a quick hand

He'll look around the room

He won't tell you his plan

He's got a rolled cigarette hanging out his mouth

He's a cowboy kid

Yeah, he found a six-shooter gun

In his dad's closet hidden in a box of fun things

And I don't even know what

But he's coming for you, yeah, he's coming for you

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Daddy works a long day

He be coming home late, yeah, he's coming home late

And he's bringing me a surprise

Because dinner's in the kitchen and it's packed in ice

I've waited for a long time

Yeah, the slight of my hand is now a quick pull trigger

I reason with my cigarette

And say your hair's on fire

You must have lost your wits, yeah

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, outrun my gun

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks

You'd better run, better run, faster than my bullet

Pathos- Bohemian Rhapsody, Queen

Is this the real life?

Is this just fantasy?

Caught in a landslide,

No escape from reality.

Open your eyes,

Look up to the skies and see,

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy,

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

Little high, little low,

Any way the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.

Mama, just killed a man,

Put a gun against his head,

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead.

Mama, life had just begun,

But now I've gone and thrown it all away.

Mama, ooh,

Didn't mean to make you cry,

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow,

Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.

Too late, my time has come,

Sends shivers down my spine,

Body's aching all the time.

Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go,

Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.

Mama, ooh (any way the wind blows),

I don't wanna die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.

I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango?

Thunderbolt and lightning,

Very, very frightening me.

(Galileo) Galileo.

(Galileo) Galileo,

Galileo Figaro

Magnifico.

I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me.

He's just a poor boy from a poor family,

Spare him his life from this monstrosity.

Easy come, easy go, will you let me go.

Bismillah! No, we will not let you go.

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.

(Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go.

(Let me go) Will not let you go.

(Let me go) Will not let you go.

(Let me go) Ah.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

(Oh, mama mia, mama mia) Mama mia, let me go.

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye.

So you think you can love me and leave me to die.

Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby,

Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.

Nothing really matters,

Anyone can see,

Nothing really matters,

Nothing really matters to me.

Any way the wind blows.

Metaphor, Beatles, Strawberry fields Forever.

Let me take you down‘Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

Living is easy with eyes closed Misunderstanding all you see It's getting hard to be someone But it all works out It doesn't matter much to me

Let me take you down‘Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

No one I think is in my tree I mean it must be high or low That is you can't, you know, tune in But it's all right That is I think it's not too bad

Let me take you down‘Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever

Always, no sometimes, think it's me But you know I know when it's a dream I think I know I mean a yes But it's all wrong That is I think I disagree

Let me take you down‘Cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields Nothing is real And nothing to get hung about Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever Strawberry Fields forever

Brotherhood

I am a man: little do I last

and the night is enormous.

But I look up:

the stars write.

Unknowing I understand:

I too am written,

and at this very moment

someone spells me out.

Oxymoron: Unknowing I understand

Overstatement: He says, I am little and the night is enormous, he makes himself seems smaller, and more insignificant.

Symbolism: If thought about, the stars can stand for a divine being.

Oxymoron

The Beatles, HelloGoodbye

à You say yes, I say no

You say stop and I say go go go, oh no

You say goodbye and I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

I say high, you say low

You say why and I say I don't know, oh no

You say goodbye and I say hello

(Hello goodbye hello goodbye) Hello hello

(Hello goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

(Hello goodbye hello goodbye) Hello hello

(Hello goodbye) I don't know why you say goodbye

(Hello goodbye) I say hello/goodbye

Why why why why why why do you say goodbye goodbye, oh no?

You say goodbye and I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

You say yes (I say yes) I say no (But I may mean no)

You say stop (I can stay) and I say go go go (Till it's time to go), oh

Oh no

You say goodbye and I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello

Hello hello

I don't know why you say goodbye, I say hello hello

Hela heba helloa

Hela heba helloa, cha cha cha

Hela heba helloa, wooo

Hela heba helloa, hela

Hela heba helloa, cha cha cha

Hela heba helloa, wooo

Hela heba helloa, cha cah cah [fade out]

Overstatement

Bruno Mars, Grenade.

Easy come, easy go

That's just how you live, oh

Take, take, take it all

But you never give

Should've known you was trouble

From the first kiss

Had your eyes wide open

Why were they open?

[Pre-Chorus:]

Gave you all I had

And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, you did

To give me all your love is all I ever asked

'Cause what you don't understand is...

[Chorus:]

I'd catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah) <--

Throw my hand on a blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for you, baby

But you won't do the same <--

No, no, no, no

Black, black, black and blue

Beat me 'til I'm numb

Tell the devil I said "Hey" when you get back to where you're from

Mad woman, bad woman

That's just what you are

Yeah, you smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car

[Pre-Chorus:]

Gave you all I had

And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, yes you did

To give me all your love is all I ever asked

'Cause what you don't understand is...

[Chorus:]

I'd catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on the blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for you, baby

But you won't do the same

[Bridge:]

If my body was on fire

Oh, you watch me burn down in flames

You said you loved me, you're a liar

'Cause you never ever ever did, baby

[Chorus:]

But, darling, I'd still catch a grenade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Throw my hand on the blade for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'd jump in front of a train for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

You know I'd do anything for you (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Oh, I would go through all this pain

Take a bullet straight through my brain

Yes, I would die for you, baby

But you won't do the same

No, you won't do the same

You wouldn't do the same

Oh, you'd never do the same

Oh, no no no

Symbolism

Katy Perry, Fireworks

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag

Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again?

Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin

Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in?

Do you ever feel already buried deep six feet under?

Scream but no one seems to hear a thing

Do you know that there's still a chance for you

'Cause there's a spark in you?

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

à 'Cause, baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colours burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

You don't have to feel like a wasted space

You're original, cannot be replaced

If you only knew what the future holds

After a hurricane comes a rainbow

Maybe you reason why all the doors are closed

So you could open one that leads you to the perfect road

Like a lightning bolt, your heart will glow

And when it's time you'll know

You just gotta ignite the light and let it shine

Just own the night like the 4th of July

'Cause, baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colours burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

It's always been inside of you, you, you

And now it's time to let it through-ough-ough

'Cause, baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

As you shoot across the sky-y-y

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colours burst

Make 'em go "Oh, oh, oh"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

Boom, boom, boom

Even brighter than the moon, moon, moon

As one listens to the rain

Listen to me as one listens to the rain,

not attentive, not distracted,

light footsteps, thin drizzle,

water that is air, air that is time,

the day is still leaving,

the night has yet to arrive,

figurations of mist

at the turn of the corner,

figurations of time

at the bend in this pause,

listen to me as one listens to the rain,

without listening, hear what I say

with eyes open inward, asleep

with all five senses awake,

it's raining, light footsteps, a murmur of syllables,

air and water, words with no weight:

what we are and are,

the days and years, this moment,

weightless time and heavy sorrow,

listen to me as one listens to the rain,

wet asphalt is shining,

steam rises and walks away,

night unfolds and looks at me,

you are you and your body of steam,

you and your face of night,

you and your hair, unhurried lightning,

you cross the street and enter my forehead,

footsteps of water across my eyes,

listen to me as one listens to the rain,

the asphalt's shining, you cross the street,

it is the mist, wandering in the night,

it is the night, asleep in your bed,

it is the surge of waves in your breath,

your fingers of water dampen my forehead,

your fingers of flame burn my eyes,

your fingers of air open eyelids of time,

a spring of visions and resurrections,

listen to me as one listens to the rain,

the years go by, the moments return,

do you hear the footsteps in the next room?

not here, not there: you hear them

in another time that is now,

listen to the footsteps of time,

inventor of places with no weight, nowhere,

listen to the rain running over the terrace,

the night is now more night in the grove,

lightning has nestled among the leaves,

a restless garden adrift-go in,

your shadow covers this page.

Alliteration

without listening, hear what I say

with eyes open inward, asleep

with all five senses awake,

you are you and your body of steam,

you and your face of night,

you and your hair, unhurried lightning,

you cross the street and enter my forehead

your fingers of water dampen my forehead,

your fingers of flame burn my eyes,

your fingers of air open eyelids of time,

Imagery

your fingers of water dampen my forehead,

your fingers of flame burn my eyes,

your fingers of air open eyelids of time,

a spring of visions and resurrections,

Paradox

not attentive, not distracted,

Paradox

Katy Perry

Hot N Cold, Katy Perry

Imagery

Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds

Picture yourself in a boat on a river

With tangerine trees and marmalade skies

Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly

A girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Cellophane flowers of yellow and green

Towering over your head

Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes

And she's gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaaah

Follow her down to a bridge by a fountain

Where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies

Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers

That grow so incredibly high

Newspaper taxis appear on the shore

Waiting to take you away

Climb in the back with your head in the clouds

And you're gone

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaaah

Picture yourself on a train in a station

With plasticine porters with looking glass ties

Suddenly someone is there at the turnstile

The girl with kaleidoscope eyes

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaaah

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Aaaaaah

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Lucy in the sky with diamonds...

Alliteration

Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer

WALTER DE LA MARE

The dusk was still with cold and gloom,

When less than even a shadow came

And stood within the room.

But of the three around the fire,

None turned a questioning head to look,

Still read a clear voice, on and on,

Still stooped they o’er their book.

The children watched their mother’s eyes

Moving on softly line to line;

It seemed to listen too—that shade,

Yet made no outward sign.

The fire-flames crooned a tiny song,

No cold wind stirred the wintry tree;

The children both in Faërie dreamed

Beside their mother’s knee.

And nearer yet that spirit drew

Above that heedless one, intent

Only on what the simple words

Of her small story meant.

No voiceless sorrow grieved her mind,

No memory her bosom stirred,

Nor dreamed she, as she read to two,

’Twas surely three who heard.

Yet when, the story done, she smiled

From face to face, serene and clear,

A love, half dread, sprang up, as she

Leaned close and drew them near.

Alliteration

NO voiceless sorrow grieved her mind,

NO memory her bosom stirred,

NOR dreamed she, as she read to two,

Personification

The fire-flames crooned a tiny song

Asyndeton

From face to face, serene and clear,

A love, half dread, sprang up, as she

PERSONIFICATION

"Good Riddance (Time Of Your Life)" Green Day

Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road

Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go

So make the best of this test, and don't ask why

It's not a question, but a lesson learned in time

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

So take the photographs, and still frames in your mind

Hang it on a shelf in good health and good time

Tattoos of memories and dead skin on trial

For what it's worth it was worth all the while

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

It's something unpredictable, but in the end is right,

I hope you had the time of your life.

ALLITERATION

Double Essay (S.S.A) by One Be Lo

So so amazin, so so amazin

So so amazin, so so amazin

Secret Service agent, surely slowly aging

Shootin suckers, amazin super-soaker aimin

Silent skill assassin, surfer sayin "Awesome"

Still slammin anybody, Stone Steve Austin

Sorta sour apple, spittin slang at'chu (ah-choo!)

Senim Silla's anthem, stealin shows in action

Sixty seconds, and sexy shorties admire

Somebody should acquire sixty-seven amplifiers

Silky smooth adult, soakin soapy aloe

Storm shadow, attackin swingin swords ample

Soldier solo Army

Stop shootin archery, shell shocked armory

Skills symbolize artillery

Scratch sniff activated sensory, super auxiliary

Some sail away south Sydney, Australia

Souvenir shops always see some aliens

Solar system apparatus, scale stratus

Atmosphere scary, Spielberg actress

Soul sister Asian

Sweet sixteen adolescent, sweat shop accommodations

So so amazin (so, so) so so amazin (so, so)

So so amazin (so, so) so so amazin

Asyndeton

I am he as you are he as you are me

And we are all together

See how they run like pigs from a gun see how they fly

I'm crying

Sitting on a cornflake waiting for the van to come

Corporation teeshirt, stupid bloody Tuesday

Man you been a naughty boy. You let your face grow long

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen

I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Mister City Policeman sitting, pretty little policemen in a row

See how they fly like Lucy in the sky, see how they run

I'm crying, I'm crying

I'm crying, I'm crying

Yellow matter custard dripping from a dead dog's eye

Crabalocker fishwife pornographic priestess

Boy you been a naughty girl, you let your knickers down

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen

I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob

Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun

If the sun don't come

You get a tan from standing in the English rain

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen

I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo goo joob

Expert textpert choking smokers

Don't you think the joker laughs at you? (Ha ha ha! He he he! Ha ha ha!)

See how they smile like pigs in a sty, see how they snied

I'm crying

Semolina pilchard climbing up the Eiffel Tower

Elementary penguin singing Hare Krishna

Man you should have seen them kicking Edgar Alan Poe

I am the eggman, they are the eggmen

I am the walrus, goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob

Goo goo goo joob goo goo goo joob

Goo gooooooooooo jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba jooba

Jooba jooba

Jooba jooba Jooba jooba



Walter De le Mare De le Mare was born in 1873 in Charlton, Kent. De La Mare released his first poetic book, “Songs of Childhood” in 1902. As one critic said, "contains some of the most delightful work he has done." Besides de la Mare’s poetry, he was also a writer of horror and children’s stories. During this time he was working hard to keep his family from poverty, but soon received a pension from Sir Henry Newbolt. He moved to Twickenham, London, where he and his wife would live the rest of their lives. It is the same area where Lord Alfred Tennyson had lived almost a century earlier.

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SECRET

A hidden self rebels, its slumber broken;

Love, secret as crystal, forms in the spirits womb;

The heart as faithfully beat, its vow unspoken;

All things come to silent

Metaphor

Love, secret as crystal, forms in the spirits womb;

Personification

A hidden self rebels, its slumber broken;

Love, secret as crystal, forms in the spirits womb;

Asyndeton

Love, secret as crystal, forms in the spirits womb;

Metaphor. First line

1st Verse]

She Was More Like A Beauty Queen From A Movie Scene

I Said Don't Mind, But What Do You Mean I Am The One

Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

She Said I Am The One Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

[2nd Verse]

She Told Me Her Name Was Billie Jean, As She Caused A Scene

Then Every Head Turned With Eyes That Dreamed Of Being The One

Who Will Dance On The Floor In The Round

[Bridge]

People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do

And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts

And Mother Always Told Me Be Careful Of Who You Love

And Be Careful Of What You Do 'Cause The Lie Becomes The Truth

[Chorus]

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One

But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

[3rd Verse]

For Forty Days And Forty Nights

The Law was on her Side

But Who Can Stand When She's In Demand

Her Schemes And Plans

'Cause We Danced On The Floor In The Round

So Take My Strong Advice, Just Remember To Always Think Twice

Do think Twice

[4th Verse]

She Told My Baby We'd Danced 'Till Three

Then She Looked At Me

She Showed A Photo Of A Baby Crying

His Eyes Looked Like Mine

Go On Dance On The Floor In The Round, Baby

[Bridge]

People Always Told Me Be Careful Of What You Do

And Don't Go Around Breaking Young Girls' Hearts

She Came And Stood Right By Me

Then The Smell Of Sweet Perfume

This Happened Much Too Soon

She Called Me To Her Room

[Chorus]

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One

But The Kid Is Not My Son

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One

But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

She's Just A Girl Who Claims That I Am The One

But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, But The Kid Is Not My Son

She Says I Am The One, She Says He Is My Son

She Says I Am The One

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Billie Jean Is Not My Lover

Personification, 3rd line, John is a stalk of wheat

There was three men come out o' the west their fortunes for to try,

And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn must die,

They ploughed, they sowed, they harrowed him in, throwed clods upon his head,

And these three men made a solemn vow, John Barleycorn was dead.

Asyndeton

Yo, VIP, Let's kick it!

Ice Ice Baby, Ice Ice Baby

All right stop, Collaborate and listen ß

Ice is back with my brand new invention

Something grabs a hold of me tightly

Then I flow like a harpoon daily and nightly

Will it ever stop? Yo -- I don't know

Turn off the lights and I'll glow

To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal

Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle.

Dance, Bum rush the speaker that booms ß

I'm killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom

Deadly, when I play a dope melody

Anything less than the best is a felony

Love it or leave it, You better gain way

You better hit bull's eye, The kid don't play

If there was a problem, Yo, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping

With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin'

Quick to the point, to the point no faking

I'm cooking MCs like a pound of bacon

Burning them they ain't quick and nimble

I go crazy when I hear a cymbal

And a hi hat with a souped up tempo

I'm on a roll and it's time to go solo

Rollin' in my 5.0

With my ragtop down so my hair can blow

The girlies on standby, Waving just to say Hi

Did you stop? No -- I just drove by

Kept on pursuing to the next stop

I busted a left and I'm heading to the next block

That block was dead

Yo -- so I continued to A1A Beachfront Ave.

Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis

Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis

Jealous 'cause I'm out geting mine

Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine

Ready for the chumps on the wall

The chumps acting ill because they're so full of "Eight Ball"

Gunshots ranged out like a bell

I grabbed my nine -- All I heard were shells

Falling on the concrete real fast

Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas

Bumper to bumper the avenue's packed

I'm trying to get away before the jackers jack

Police on the scene, You know what I mean

They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends

If there was a problem, You, I'll solve it

Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Take heed, 'cause I'm a lyrical poet

Miami's on the scene just in case you didn't know it

My town, that created all the bass sound

Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground

'Cause my style's like a chemical spill

Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel

Conducted and formed, This is a hell of a concept

We make it hype and you want to step with this

Shay plays on the fade, slice like a ninja

Cut like a razor blade so fast, Other DJs say, "damn"

If my rhyme was a drug, I'd sell it by the gram

Keep my composure when it's time to get loose

Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice

If there was a problem, Yo -- I'll solve it!

Check out the hook while DJ revolves it.

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Ice Ice Baby Vanilla, Ice Ice Baby Vanilla

Yo man - Let's get out of here! Word to your mother!

Ice Ice Baby Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold, Ice Ice Baby Too cold Too cold

[

SILVER

Slowly, silently, now the moon

Walks the night in her silver shoon;

This way, and that, she peers, and sees

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

One by one the casements catch

Her beams beneath the silvery thatch;

Couched in his kennel, like a log,

With paws of silver sleeps the dog;

From their shadowy cote the white breasts peep

Of doves in silver feathered sleep

A harvest mouse goes scampering by,

With silver claws, and silver eye;

And moveless fish in the water gleam,

By silver reeds in a silver stream.

Imagery

Silver fruit upon silver trees;

Personification

This way, and that, SHE peers, and sees

HER beams beneath the silvery thatch

Imagery, Hotel California

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair ß

Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air ß

Up ahead in the distance, I saw a shimmering light ß

My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim

I had to stop for the night

There she stood in the doorway;

I heard the mission bell

And I was thinking to myself,

"This could be Heaven or this could be Hell"

Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way

There were voices down the corridor,

I thought I heard them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

Plenty of room at the Hotel California

Any time of year (Any time of year)

You can find it here

Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes bends

She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends

How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat.

Some dance to remember, some dance to forget

So I called up the Captain,

"Please bring me my wine"

He said, "We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine"

And still those voices are calling from far away,

Wake you up in the middle of the night

Just to hear them say...

Welcome to the Hotel California

Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place)

Such a lovely face

They livin' it up at the Hotel California

What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise)

Bring your alibis

Mirrors on the ceiling,

The pink champagne on ice

And she said "We are all just prisoners here, of our own device"

And in the master's chambers,

They gathered for the feast

They stab it with their steely knives,

But they just can't kill the beast

Last thing I remember, I was

Running for the door

I had to find the passage back

To the place I was before

"Relax, " said the night man,

"We are programmed to receive.

You can check-out any time you like,

But you can never leave! "

Personification

Sway Lyrics by Michael Bublé

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

Other dancers may be on the floor

Dear, but my eyes will see only you

Only you have that magic technique

When we sway I go weak

I can hear the sounds of violins

Long before it begins

Make me thrill as only you know how

Sway me smooth, sway me now

When marimba rhythms start to play

Dance with me, make me sway

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

When marimba start to play

Hold me close, make sway

Like a ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close, sway me more

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me