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Once I knew the church so well, And I followed it like a shooting star; Now I can take a drink or go to church, And no one hates me in the bar. -- Bill Morrissey, "Sandy" |
Dear Mother, dear Mother, the Church is cold, But the Ale-house is healthy & pleasant & warm; Besides I can tell where I am used well... -- William Blake, "The Little Vagabond" |
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And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon; I'll follow your casket In the pale afternoon... -- Bob Dylan, "Masters of War" |
O, wae upon you, Men o' State, That brethren rouse in deadly hate! As ye make monie a fond heart mourn, Sae may it on your heads return! -- Robert Burns, "Logan Water" |
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The sun, it speaks no English In the valley of the Lord; There is music in the distance But you cannot place the chords. -- Bill Morrissey, "Hills of Tuscany" |
I heard there was a secret chord That David played and it pleased the Lord. -- Leonard Cohen, "Hallelujah" |
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We all know it's quite the deal, And this life is not a walk across a field... -- Greg Brown, "Quite the Deal" |
Life's no picnic, that's a given. -- Loudon Wainwright III, "A Father and a Son" |
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"...You find magic from your God, and we find magic everywhere." -- Dar Williams, "The Christians and the Pagans" |
God is alive. Magic is afoot. -- Leonard Cohen, Beautiful Losers |
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Like the red rose of summer That blooms in the day, Time passes slowly And fades away. -- Bob Dylan, "Time Passes Slowly" |
Wi' lightsome heart I pu'd a rose Upon a morn in June, And sae I flourished on the morn, And sae was pu'd or noon. -- Robert Burns, "Sweet Are the Banks" |
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She talks and time surrounds her; It might be hours, it might be days, it might be weeks. -- Bill Morrissey, "When Summer's Ended" |
I was in your presence for an hour or so, Or was it a day? I truly don't know. -- Bob Dylan, "In the Summertime" |
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The dove is beauty; The wren is sweet; The thrush knows how to sing. -- Jack Hardy, "Whose Fault?" |
Now laverocks [larks] wake the merry morn, Aloft on dewey wing; The merle [blackbird], in his noontime bow'r, Makes woodland echoes ring; The mavis [thrush] wild wi' monie a note Sings drowsy day to rest... -- Robert Burns, "Lament of Mary Queen of Scots on the Approach of Spring" |
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And the world is big and full of autumn, And I'm hungry as can be... -- Greg Brown, "Brand New '64 Dodge" |
In the spring I had great hunger; I was Keats; I was Blake. -- Loudon Wainwright III, "School Days" |
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I used three tiny words on you, Then beat it down the hall. -- Ferron, "Girl on the Road (?)" |
Three simple words, At least it's a start. -- Loudon Wainwright III, "Say That You Love Me" |
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Mama, take this badge off of me; I can't use it anymore. It's getting dark, too dark to see; I feel I'm knockin' on heaven's door. -- Bob Dylan, "Knockin' on Heaven's Door" |
I'm wearin' awa', John, Like snaw-wreaths in thaw, John; I'm wearin' awa' to the land o' the leal... Now fare-ye-weel, me ain John, This world's cares are vain, John, We'll meet and we'll be fain in the land o' the leal. -- Lady Nairne (Carolina Oliphant), "Land o' the Leal" (1798) |