Quotes about puzzle, page 5
Puzzle of My Heart
It's the way she fills my senses
It's the perfume that she wears
I feel I'm losing my defences
To the colour of her hair
And every little piece of her is right
Just thinking about her
Takes me through the night
[Chorus]
Every time we meet
The picture is complete
Every time we touch
The feeling is too much
She's all I ever need
To fall in love again
I knew it from the very start
She's the puzzle of my heart
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song performed by Westlife from Coast To Coast
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The Little Flower Girl
Down at the church the flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
Painted sister stopped beside. a word upon her saintly lip.
Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip.
I dont know where she might go when she runs home at night.
Its for the best: I wouldnt rest when I turned out the light.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old mans model in a pose from a magazine.
I have touched that face a dozen times before. and I have let my pencil run.
Laid down washes on a foreign shore, under a hot and foreign sun.
My best sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
I close the door. she is no more until the next appointed hour.
Northeastern light push back the night: painted promises in store.
No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream----
Just an old mans model in a pose from a magazine.
Down at the church my flower girl sits. legs innocent, apart.
I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart.
My golden sable brushes drift the soft inside of her arm.
Her chin I tilt, her breasts I lift. I mean no harm.
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song performed by Jethro Tull
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Missionary Man
Im on my way to the other side
Ive broken doors and shattered glass
Ive derailed from the joyrider train
And listened to the sounds of the insane
Ive looked for wisdom every hour
Searched for decay in every flower
Ionized all the sacred schemes
And killed the prophets in my dreams
Ive torn james joyce to pieces to make the puzzle fit
Ive looked for secret messages in every little bit
Ive travelled through the craters of despair
Grabbed the holy signs in every nightmare
Broke on through to the other side
Paid the one way fare, paid the one way fare
Im on my way to the other side, theres nothing I can do about
I tried to hide behind perfection and starred in mirrors of deception
Theres no escape in any way, nowhere to run, nowhere to stay
As long as I cant see the light I got to go to the other side
Ive torn james joyce to pieces...
Ive torn james joyce to pieces to make the puzzle fit
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song performed by Alphaville
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Desdemonas Building A Rocket Ship
[transcribed by bo b]
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Desdemonas going away
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
Shes got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
Its going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemonas building a rocket ship
And Ive got to go
A women on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in a kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic
But short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle
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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Ode to the Great Unknown
'O breathe not his name!'
—Moore.
I
Thou Great Unknown!
I do not mean Eternity, nor Death,
That vast incog!
For I suppose thou hast a living breath,
Howbeit we know not from whose lungs 'tis blown,
Thou man of fog!
Parent of many children—child of none!
Nobody's son!
Nobody's daughter—but a parent still!
Still but an ostrich parent of a batch
Of orphan eggs,—left to the world to hatch
Superlative Nil!
A vox and nothing more,—yet not Vauxhall;
A head in papers, yet without a curl!
Not the Invisible Girl!
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poem by Thomas Hood
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This Strange Engine
(music: marillion lyrics: steve hogarth)
There was a boy who came into this world at the hands of a holy woman in a holy place
He wore a red coat and walked a bulldog-saw them reflected in the mirror of the lakes
Lived in the shadow of the mountains with the smells of disinfectant, dusty old leather and the polished wood of his bed
No more than a baby feeding swans on the river holding the hands of his mother, and the wax paperbag of yesterdays bread
And his father on the other side of the world
On the ships railings and some far away tide
With the silent dry tear of home thoughts from abroad in his far away eyes
In his far away eyes
The smell of the wax on the wooden floor
Mixture of polish and soap
No children to fear or to play with
Rows of empty hooks for the coats
An upright piano and the boys in the choir
Still remind him of just before he was born
Remind him of just before he was breathing
Strange misty visions of god
Turn the cities into families
Into villages of souls
Hovering in the air while theyre sleeping
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song performed by Marillion
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Nevada Mental Institute
Is this really a mental hospital?
It didn't look that way to me
a man in his wheel chair
kept saying this to himself
'O I wish I was never born!
O I wish I was never born! '
Some gaunt apparitions
here and there
minding their own businesses
howling at me
'Stay away! '
Seeing the blood stains
on the carpet floor
I shivered with fear and fright
that they might
devour me and my body
drinking my blood
dripping on the floor
which caused me to refuse
to take any medications
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poem by Sangnam Nam
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Part II
So, they ring bell, give orders, pay, depart
Amid profuse acknowledgment from host
Who well knows what may bring the younger back.
They light cigar, descend in twenty steps
The 'calm acclivity,' inhale—beyond
Tobacco's balm—the better smoke of turf
And wood fire,—cottages at cookery
I' the morning,—reach the main road straitening on
'Twixt wood and wood, two black walls full of night
Slow to disperse, though mists thin fast before
The advancing foot, and leave the flint-dust fine
Each speck with its fire-sparkle. Presently
The road's end with the sky's beginning mix
In one magnificence of glare, due East,
So high the sun rides,—May's the merry month.
They slacken pace: the younger stops abrupt.
Discards cigar, looks his friend full in face.
"All right; the station comes in view at end;
Five minutes from the beech-clump, there you are!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Inn Album (1875)
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Don Juan: Canto The Sixth
'There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which,--taken at the flood,'--you know the rest,
And most of us have found it now and then;
At least we think so, though but few have guess'd
The moment, till too late to come again.
But no doubt every thing is for the best-
Of which the surest sign is in the end:
When things are at the worst they sometimes mend.
There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads- God knows where:
Those navigators must be able seamen
Whose charts lay down its current to a hair;
Not all the reveries of Jacob Behmen
With its strange whirls and eddies can compare:
Men with their heads reflect on this and that-
But women with their hearts on heaven knows what!
And yet a headlong, headstrong, downright she,
Young, beautiful, and daring- who would risk
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Canto the Sixth
I
"There is a tide in the affairs of men
Which, -- taken at the flood," -- you know the rest,
And most of us have found it now and then;
At least we think so, though but few have guess'd
The moment, till too late to come again.
But no doubt every thing is for the best --
Of which the surest sign is in the end:
When things are at the worst they sometimes mend.
II
There is a tide in the affairs of women
Which, taken at the flood, leads -- God knows where:
Those navigators must be able seamen
Whose charts lay down its current to a hair;
Not all the reveries of Jacob Behmen
With its strange whirls and eddies can compare:
Men with their heads reflect on this and that --
But women with their hearts on heaven knows what!
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poem by Byron from Don Juan (1824)
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