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ilhas Atlânticas
04:32
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Eu gosto de falar
no meus ancestrais
de as ilhas Atlânticas
Madeiras e Açores
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caught between the thief & his guile
& the receptionist's smile
a wire fence of sound
pounds around with its chains unbound
I leave you like a bad joke
as the sun rises at midnight's stroke
burning the light of the night in your eye
as the bleak cars sail by
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
My monkey is flying
lying in the sighing crying drying island
standing in your rain
the shame is the same again & again
when i was the clown
i saw down frowns looking around
found a disease to infect from neglect
as chess pieces began to defect
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
& now we're up to date
but I still cannot articulate
that if looks could kills
yours'd only give me a thrill
she bleeds like lightning & will never think twice
taking all chances, throwing the dice
I'm flickering in the walls for want of advice
Tony was here, but they put him on ice
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THE cauld blast of winter Is howling o’er the moor; The groves which smiled in summer days, Seem cheerless, lone, and bare. The mellow Warblers of the wood Nae langer chant their lay ; For, oh! it’s a bitter, biting blast, The blast of a wintry day.
Nae mair the wee wild flowers are seen adown the woody vale, Nae mair we feel their balmy breath, Come floating on the gale; Nor on the mossy mountain sides, Nae mair the lambkins play; For they cower beneath the biting blast, The blast of a Wintry day.
Nae mair upon the grassy bank The shepherd tunes his reed, but shuddering stands behind the bush, Wrapt in his rough-spun plaid. While round him winter wildly howls In terrible array ; And he shrinks to brave the biting blast, The blast of a wintry day.
Nae mair we hear the cushet’s coo The waving woods amang, nae mair we hear the linnet’s lay, nor the milkmaid’s simple sang. Nae mair we hear the humming bee come laden down the brae, for it’s a bitter biting blast, the blast of a wintry day.
Nae mair the loving pair are seen adown the hawthorn shade; the hawthorn now hath lost its charms and the loving pair have fled. For a howling wind from the angry north has filled them with dismay; and the hawthorn shakes its naked boughs to the blast of a wintry day.
Oh give me back the summer days, the gaudy days of yore; that I might sing with joysome glee ‘mongst nature’s harmless choir; and let me muse adown the vale and o’er the mountains stray – for it’s a pure refreshing breeze, the breeze of a summer’s day.
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AULD Satan , when ye first gae through Your regions dark and awful , A sma ' bit favour I would crave , Gif ye but think it lawful .
Gie my respects to Souter Will , The first time ye forgather ; And tell him that I'm wae to think Him lost for a ’ thegither .
For ministers and others say He straught to you was taken ; ' Cause he the creed o ' Scotland's kirk Had mony a day forsaken .
Gif that be true , as it may be , Though faith I'm misbelieving , You ne'er met wi ' a slier coof , Since ye took to deceiving
. But use him well , and gif ye can , Oh gie ' im a bit promotion ; O ' a ' your buts and a ' your bens He ' shortly hae a notion .
But keep him aye beneath your thumb , And work him smooth and sweetly ; Or o'er your head he'll tak your trade , And dam your luck completely ,
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O Henry Ending
08:15
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O Henry, falling leaves & branches talk a worried sad refrain,
your eyes half tilt, your brain half mast
to tie the fond anonymous bond beyond your aching shelter lying walls
that fall to fall & raise the days, museum haze
O Henry for the season, falling autumn rains reigns its claim to fame,
your head a handsome sleeping sound,
your ship not sleeping in the sand when run aground, you stall tall story disco library, white with dust & wiped & fussed;
open even over time does not mind to go in blind
O Henry, unforeseen your odds are even now to me
I don't see how you never lied, you never cried;
your melancholic putrefaction changed its dirt & you were left unhurt -
& you went waltzing through the door, to be O Henry ending nevermore,
nevermore
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fiffdimension Featherston, New Zealand
Outsider music from Aotearoa NZ and beyond, by Dave Edwards and collaborators (from 1856 to 2024).
Spans acoustic & electric noise, rock, folk, spoken word, postpunk, free jazz, gamelan, lo fi, electronica, & ethnomusicology.
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