Wednesday, July 16, 2014

DAY 3. Listening like a Poet

READY TO PLAY?


Music as Poetry; Poetry as Music
How is poetry like music? How is it different?





Oh, I’m sailin’ away my own true love
I’m sailin’ away in the morning
Is there something I can send you from across the sea
From the place that I’ll be landing?
No, there’s nothin’ you can send me, my own true love
There’s nothin’ I wish to be ownin’
Just carry yourself back to me unspoiled
From across that lonesome ocean
Oh, but I just thought you might want something fine
Made of silver or of golden
Either from the mountains of Madrid
Or from the coast of Barcelona
Oh, but if I had the stars from the darkest night
And the diamonds from the deepest ocean
I’d forsake them all for your sweet kiss
For that’s all I’m wishin’ to be ownin’
That I might be gone a long time
And it’s only that I’m askin’
Is there something I can send you to remember me by
To make your time more easy passin’
Oh, how can, how can you ask me again
It only brings me sorrow
The same thing I want from you today
I would want again tomorrow
I got a letter on a lonesome day
It was from her ship a-sailin’
Saying I don’t know when I’ll be comin’ back again
It depends on how I’m a-feelin’
Well, if you, my love, must think that-a-way
I’m sure your mind is roamin’
I’m sure your heart is not with me
But with the country to where you’re goin’
So take heed, take heed of the western wind
Take heed of the stormy weather
And yes, there’s something you can send back to me
Spanish boots of Spanish leather


Read more: http://www.bobdylan.com/us/songs/boots-spanish-leather#ixzz37dMhGKlu
















 Born down in a dead man's town
The first kick I took was when I hit the ground
You end up like a dog that's been beat too much
Till you spend half your life just covering upBorn in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Got in a little hometown jam so they put a rifle in my hand
Sent me off to a foreign land to go and kill the yellow man
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Come back home to the refinery
Hiring man says "son if it was up to me"
Went down to see my V.A. man
He said "son don't you understand now"
Had a brother at Khe Sahn fighting off the Viet Cong
They're still there he's all gone
He had a woman he loved in Saigon
I got a picture of him in her arms now
Down in the shadow of penitentiary
Out by the gas fires of the refinery
I'm ten years burning down the road
Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born in the U.S.A.
I was born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a long gone daddy in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
Born in the U.S.A.
I'm a cool rocking daddy in the U.S.A.

Read more: Bruce Springsteen - Born In The U.S.A. Lyrics | MetroLyrics

Future Days

If I ever were to lose you
I'd surely lose myself
Everything I have found dear
I’ve not found by myself


Try and sometimes you'll succeed to make this man of me

All my stolen missing parts I’ve no need for anymore



I believe and I believe ‘cause I can see

Our future days, days of you and me



Back when I was feeling broken

I focused on a prayer, you came deep as in the ocean

Its something I cant hear



All the complexities and games, no one wins but somehow they're still played

All the missing crooked hearts they may die but in us they live on



I believe and I believe ‘cause I can see

Our future days, days of you and me



When The hurricanes and cyclones rage

When winds turn dirt into dust

When floods they came and the tides they raised, ever closer became us



All the promises at sundown, I met them like the rest

All the demons used to come round I'm grateful now they've left



So persistent in my ways, Angel I am here to stay



No resistance, no alarms

Please this is just too good to be gone



I believe and I believe ‘cause I can see

Our future days, days of you and me

You and me

Days of You and Me



Homework:
Bring in favorite children's books.

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