Marianne+Moore Songs

1. Hyperbole Peter by Marianne Moore

Strong and slippery, built for the midnight grass-party confronted by four cats,

he sleeps his time away -- **the detached first claw on his foreleg which corresponds**


 * to the thumb, retracted to its tip; the small tuft of fronds **


 * or katydid legs above each eye, still numbering the units in each group; **


 * the shadbones regularly set about his mouth, to droop or rise **


 * in unison like the porcupine’s quills -- motionless. He lets himself be flat- **


 * tened out by gravity, as it were a piece of seaweed tamed and weakened by **


 * exposure to the sun; compelled when extended, to lie **


 * stationary. Sleep is the result of his delusion that one must do as **


 * well as one can for oneself; sleep -- epitome of what is to **

**him as to the average person, the end of life.** Demonstrate on him how

the lady caught the dangerous southern snake, placing a forked stick on either

side of its innocuous neck; one need not try to stir

him up; **his prune shaped head and alligator eyes are not a party to the**

**joke.** Lifted and handled, he may be dangled like an eel or set

up on the forearm like a mouse; his eyes bisected by pupils of a pin’s

width, are flickeringly exhibited, then covered up. May be? I should say,

might have been; when he has been got the better of in a

dream -- as in a fight with nature or with cats -- we all know it. Profound sleep is

not with him, a fixed illusion. **Springing about with froglike ac-**


 * curacy, emitting jerky cries when taken in the hand, he is himself **


 * again; to sit caged by the rungs of a domestic chair would be unprofit- **


 * able -- human. What is the good hypocrisy? It **


 * is permissible to choose one’s employment, to abandon the wire nail, the **


 * roly-poly, when it shows signs of being no longer a pleas- **

**ure, to score the adjacent magazine with a double line of strokes.** He can

talk, but insolently says nothing. What of it? When one is frank, one’s very

presence is a compliment, that he is one of those who do not regard

the published fact as a surrender. As for the disposition

invariably to affront, **an animal with claws wants to have to use**


 * them; that eel-like extension of trunk into tail is not an accident. To **


 * leap, to lengthen out, divide the air -- to purloin, the pursue. **


 * to tell the hen: fly over the fence, go into the wrong way -- in your perturba- **


 * tion -- this is life; to do less would be nothing but dishonesty. **

UNI by Ed Sheeran I found your hairband on my bedroom floor, Never getting dry, so I get high, smoke away the days never sleep with the light on And I'm still drunk at the end of the night I don't drink like everybody else I do it to forget things about myself Stumble and fall with the head spin I got
 * The only evidence that you've been here before **
 * And I don't get waves of missing you anymore, **
 * They're more like tsunami tides in my eyes **
 * Weeks pass in the blink of an eye,**
 * My mind's with you but my heart's just not**


 * So am I close to you anymore, if it's over**
 * And there's no chance that we'll work it out**

That's why you and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied You and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied

** Everybody said we'd be together forever but I know that, ** I never wanna settle down, come around, break up the love like Lego now, Everything's great but not everything's sure, But you live in your halls and I live in a tour bus, Like our last kiss it was perfect, we were nervous, On the surface, And I'm always saying everyday that it was worth it,
 * Never wanna turn into another like you,**
 * Sleep with my thoughts, dance with my views,**
 * Now I'm in a position to be another stalker like everything I say seems to always sound awkward,**
 * Pain is only relevant if it still hurts,**
 * I forget like an elephant, or we can use a sedative and go back to the day we fell in love just on our first kiss**

So am I close to you anymore, if it's over And there's no chance that we'll work it out Oh you and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I liked Oh you and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I liked Because, if I was gonna go somewhere, I'd be there by now, And maybe I can let myself down Because if you want, I'll take you in my arms and keep you sheltered, from all that I've done wrong And I'll know you'll say, that I'm the only one
 * And thinking that I'm unaware, I keep my feet on the ground and keep looking around, to make sure I'm not, the only one to feel low, **
 * But I know God made another one of me to love you better than I ever will **

Cause you and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied Cause you and I ended over U N I And I said that's fine, but you're the only one that knows I lied

2. Metaphor that’s had a struggle; yet was, where the fragments met,
 * you’ve seen a strawberry **

**fish for the multitude of seeds.** What better food.
 * a hedgehog or a star- **

**than apple seeds** - the fruit within the fruit - locked in like counter-curved twin

**hazelnuts**? Frost that kills the little rubber- plant - **leaves of kok-sagyyz- stalks**, can’t

harm the roots; they still grow in frozen ground. Once where there was a **prickley-pear -**

leaf clinging to a barbed wire, a root shot down to grow in earth two feet below;

as **carrots** from **mandrakes** or a **ram’s-horn root** some- times. Victory won’t come

to me unless I go to it; a **grape tendril** ties a knot in knots till

knotted thirty times - so the **bound twig** that’s under- gone and over-gone, can’t stir

The weak overcomes its menance, the strong over- comes itself. What is there

like fortitude! What sap went through that little thread to make the **cherry red!**

Boomerang by The Summer Set

**If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce** Back back to you you, yeah yeah, You you yeah yeah.
 * We could rock the nation like they do**
 * And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa**
 * Paint a smile perfectly on you.**
 * And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey**
 * Breakfast at Tiffany's for two.**
 * So throw me away**
 * Cause if I were a boomerang**
 * I'd turn around and come back to you.**

If you want to, we'll take the world by storm. Show you places, you've never been before. LA, New York, what are you waiting for? Drop him, take me, cause I love you more.

Back back to you you, yeah yeah, You you, yeah yeah.
 * If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce**
 * We could rock the nation like they do**
 * And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa**
 * Paint a smile perfectly on you.**
 * And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey**
 * Breakfast at Tiffany's for two.**
 * So throw me away**
 * Cause if I were a boomerang**
 * I'd turn around and come back to you.**

Just you and me, ain't much but we don't care. You look so good, I love when people stare. You on my arm, tryin' to keep you there.
 * Let's pop champagne, fake like we're billionaires.**

Back back to you you, yeah yeah, You you, yeah yeah. You you, yeah yeah. You you, yeah yeah.
 * If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce**
 * We could rock the nation like they do**
 * And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa**
 * Paint a smile perfectly on you.**
 * And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey**
 * Breakfast at Tiffany's for two.**
 * So throw me away**
 * Cause if I were a boomerang**
 * I'd turn around and come back to you.**

Doesn't matter what you do I'll be there for you, I'll be there for you, yeah Doesn't matter what you say, cause I'm here to stay. What I'm tryin' to say, yeah Doesn't matter what you do, I'll be there for you, I'll be there for you, yeah Doesn't matter what you say, cause I'm here to stay. What I'm tryin' to say

Back back to you you, yeah yeah, You you, yeah yeah. You you, yeah yeah.
 * If I was Jay-Z, you'd be my Beyonce**
 * We could rock the nation like they do**
 * And if I was Da Vinci, you'd be Mona Lisa**
 * Paint a smile perfectly on you.**
 * And if I was James Dean, you could be my Audrey**
 * Breakfast at Tiffany's for two.**
 * So throw me away**
 * Cause if I were a boomerang**
 * I'd turn around and come back to you.**


 * Throw me away**
 * Cause if I were a boomerang**
 * I'd turn around and come back to you.**
 * Right back to you.**

3. Imagery

I, too, dislike it: there are things that are important beyond all this fiddle. Reading it, however, with a perfect contempt for it, one discovers in it after all, a place for the genuine if it must, these things are important not because a
 * Hands that can grasp, eyes **
 * that can dilate, hair that can rise **

**high-sounding interpretation can be put upon them** but because they are useful. When they become so derivative as to become unintelligible, the same thing may be said for all of us, that we do not admire what we cannot understand: **the bat**
 * holding on upside down or in quest of something to **


 * eat, elephants pushing, a wild horse taking a roll, a tireless wolf **
 * under **
 * a tree, the immovable critic twitching his skin like a horse that feels a **
 * flea, the base- **
 * ball fan, the statistician-- **
 * nor is it valid **
 * to discriminate against ‘business documents and **

**school-books’**; all these phenomena are important. One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the poets among us can be ‘literalists of  the imagination’--above insolence and triviality and can present

**for inspection, ‘imaginary gardens with read toads in them’**, shall we have it. In the meantime, if you demand on the one hand, the raw material of poetry in all its rawness and that which is on the other hand genuine, you are interested in poetry

Begin Again by Taylor Swift He didn't like it when I wore high heels But I do He always said he didn't get this song But I do, I do
 * Took a deep breath in the mirror **
 * Turn the lock and put my headphones on **

And you don't know how nice that is But I do
 * Walked in expecting you'd be late**
 * But you got here early and you stand and wave**
 * I walk to you**
 * You pull my chair out and help me in**

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause He never did I've been spending the last 8 months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn and end
 * And you throw your head back laughing**
 * Like a little kid**
 * But on a Wednesday in a cafe**
 * I watched it begin again**

You said you never met one girl who Had as many James Taylor records as you But I do But I do
 * We told stories and you don't know why**
 * I'm coming off a little shy**

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause He never did I've been spending the last 8 months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn and end
 * And you throw your head back laughing**
 * Like a little kid**
 * But on a Wednesday in a cafe**
 * I watched it begin again**

And I almost brought him up And I want to talk about that And for the first time What's past is past
 * And we walked down the block, to my car**
 * But you start to talk about the movies**
 * That your family watches every single Christmas**

I think it's strange that you think I'm funny cause He never did I've been spending the last 8 months Thinking all love ever does Is break and burn and end
 * And you throw your head back laughing**
 * Like a little kid**
 * But on a Wednesday in a cafe**
 * I watched it begin again**


 * But on a Wednesday in a cafe**
 * I watched it begin again**