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Moon, Earth & Ashes
05:46
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I could swear it was just here, but now it has been swept away
no matter what I do, it can never see the light of day
the doors into our very souls must have been left unbarred
our throats burning with poison smoke from books in bonfires charred
I still wonder if horns sprung on the brows of the czars
can you see the face of the poets with their burn scars
no Rome is built in a day, as the saying goes
a day of song was enough to bring it to its final throes
moon, earth and ashes
Who was the c u l p r i t, who can we blame for that law?
the doves were set free, while man lies chained like an outlaw
friendship bleeds into the soil to sate the dead
I hate the brute who ordered the launch of the warhead
so easy for the hunter to sit by the campfire's light
as the marching of peoples echoed into the night
moon, earth and ashes
I could never fit into that society
we are all members of that minority
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The Death of a Poet
04:33
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"In Memory of W.B. Yeats" by W. H. Auden
Earth, receive an honoured guest:
William Yeats is laid to rest.
Let the Irish vessel lie
Emptied of its poetry.
In the nightmare of the dark
All the dogs of Europe bark,
And the living nations wait,
Each sequestered in its hate;
Intellectual disgrace
Stares from every human face,
And the seas of pity lie
Locked and frozen in each eye.
Follow, poet, follow right
To the bottom of the night,
With your unconstraining voice
Still persuade us to rejoice;
With the farming of a verse
Make a vineyard of the curse,
Sing of human unsuccess
In a rapture of distress;
In the deserts of the heart
Let the healing fountain start,
In the prison of his days
Teach the free man how to praise.
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Is It Really Any Good?
05:26
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"IS IT REALLY ANY GOOD?" by Cy Warman
You're a critic in your attic up above the dust and din,
On an essay you're in duty bound to do;
When your sanctum opens softly and a sonneteer comes in,
Who was never any good, to you.
But the poet smiles serenely while you're stifling a moan,
For he wants your honest judgment on an effort of his own;
When you tell him that it's rotten and the sonneteer is gone—
Is it really any good, to you?
Were you ever any good, to him, William?
Was he ever any good to you?
Could you help him if you would,
Would you scalp him if you could—
Is he really any good, to you?
You're a Beauty, by the Bard and by the Belted Hero wooed,
Doing nothing, for you've nothing else to do.
Or, perhaps, you're pouring Pink Tea for a pink-a-doodle-dude
Who was never any good, to you.
When you listen to his lyric of the diamond in the skies.
With a glimmer that is dimmer than the shimmer of your eyes;
When he tells you where his treasure lies, and other little lies—
Is he really any good, to you?
Was he ever any good, to you, girlie?
He was never any good, to you.
Would you lose him if you could,
Could you lose him if you would,
Is he really any good, to you?
You're a Merger, with a hundred million dollars in the bank,
Up and doing till there's no one left to do.
When your ship is on the ocean, and the oil is in the tank,
Is it really any good, to you?
When you're owning all that's ownable between the earth and sky,
Every four-and-twenty hours will another day go by;
But you couldn't eat a carrot lest you'd double up and die—
Is it really any good, to you?
It was never any good, to me, Rocky;
Was it ever any good, to you?
Could you stop it if you would,
Would you stop it if you could—
Is it really any good, to you?
You're a soldier. There's a Sultan on a lonely little isle.
Doing nothing, for there's nothing else to do.
When you hail him and the Heathen comes to greet you with a smile—
Is it really any good, to you?
You approach him with your Bible and your bottle and your gun,
If he doesn't hike he's High-balled and you'll shoot him if he run;
When a hundred weedless widows stand aweeping in the sun—
Are they really any good, to you?
Were you ever any good, to him, Johnny?
Was he ever any good, to you?
You could win him if he would,
You would skin him if you could,—
For he isn't any good, to you.
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Väkimerkit
03:29
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hiukses liekehtivät ruusut
katsees tarun meduusan
loihtivat musta suolapatsaan
oi, pue mulle tuonen kruunu!
vaan käy mun yli yksinäisyys
viinin virtaan sukellan
uniin toisten ruumistusten
ja aikain korkeampain
riimukirjaimilla kaiverran
kysymyksen mieleen juopuneen
miks jätti meille paholainen
perinnön yksinäisyyden?
tän huudon kohti kuuta
ja piston tikarin
hiustes tulipunaruusuin
ja katsees mysteerein
vaan käy mun yli yksinäisyys
viinin virtaan sukellan
uniin toisten ruumistusten
ja aikain korkeampain
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Kultainen Aasi
05:34
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Haen samaa korttelia,
haen samaa porttia taas.
Haen samoja ikkunoita,
isoja verhoi' joit' ei ikinä aukaista ees.
Haen pimeitä käytäviä.
Haen pimeää temppeliä.
Haen avaimia, tai jotain avaimenhaltijaa,
mut päästään sisälle.
Hänen hymynsä kaikkivoipa säteilee sieluumme,
hänen hymynsä valloittaa ja parantaa haavamme,
ja me nousemme.
Tämä sali ja muotokuvat,
nämä esineet, jotka ovat kaikki
tuhannen vuoden takaa,
tuhannen vuoden takaa,
iänikuisia.
Nämä hämärät tuolirivit,
ja keskellä alttari.
Siin' on mestarin miekka sekä mestarin viitta,
sekä hopeinen tikari.
Hänen hymynsä...
Olen kultainen aasi jota vedetään korvista
ja vedetään hännästä
ja tönitään tungoksessa,
tönitään tungoksessa.
Olen kultainen aasi, joka hakee porttiansa
tässä vieraassa maassa jonka pitäisi olla oma,
pitäisi, mutta ei.
Hänen hymynsä...
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6. |
Suohautojen Eurooppa
06:06
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maan pinnan alla kulkee
uumenissa onkaloissa
verkkainen hurmeen suoni
niin verkkaan velloo tuoni
tummissa tuvissa turpeen huoman
sä voit kuulla luiden laulun
sä voit kuulla luiden laulun
juutinmaalta iirin saareen
saarelta iirin juutinmaalle
yltää suohautain eurooppa
juutinmaalta saareen iirin
laulu merten ali kiirii
luiden murrettujen piirin
sä voit kuulla niiden laulun
maan poveen poljettujen
maasta uurtuu hurmeen malja
uroot unhoon upotettu
suohon sotkettu
raukoilla rajoilla, rajoilla näilläkin
suohautojen euroopan
raukea, ahnas jätti
auringon alla uinuu
lailla jalopeuran
niin makea kumpuaa syömmestä väkevän
makea kumpuupi syömmestä väkevän
uroot unhoon upotettu
suohon sotkettu
suohautojen eurooppa
kumpuineen
kätköineen
juutinmaalta saareen iirin
suohon sorrettujen piiri
raukoilla rajoilla, rajoilla näilläkin
sä voit kuulla luiden laulun
uroot unhoon upotettu
suohon sotkettu
raukoilla rajoilla, rajoilla näilläkin
suohautojen euroopan
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