Far away from those fools who would obstruct us in our paths.

Through deconstructing cupids emblem
I have learnt to hold still the oil upon the spoon
In remembrance of mortality we must seek to enjoy our life’s before our knees grow too weak even to bend.
All it is I require is the love of a friend. Beneath the blood red moon.
Take in the tapestries of golden thread soaked in Apollo’s seed,
Take in the pleasure you treasure within the palace of the dead.
For know that through change we learn of the creation of death.
We learn that through every breathe we may sail upon wings of symmetrical construction
Far away from those fools who would obstruct us in our paths.
Lets take the time in consideration - Lets take the time to laugh
And know that though I may have been broken in the past
I have begun to piece back together the peace of the song un - sung.
Win me Love. A Love is won, albeit unrequiented.
Tell me is it so?
Blue skies over Amsterdam reveal a kingdom far from clean

poem by David Lacey
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Lets Do It

Cole porter
Chinks do it. japs do it
Upper lapland little lapps do it
Lets do it
Lets fall in love
In spain the best upper sets do it
Lithuanians and lits do it
Lets do it
Lets tall in love
The dutch in old amsterdam do it
Not to mention the finns
Folks in siam do it
Think of siamese twins
Some argentines without means do it
People say in boston even beans do it
Lets do it
Lets fall in love
Cold cape cod clams
gainst their wish do it
Even lazy jelly fish do it

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song performed by Billie Holiday
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Little Horny Angel

In the heaven above was a little horny Angel
Now this Angel had been naughty, very naughty
And was going to be sent down to earth as a penalty
The angel would have to stay until it had learned it's lesson

Now this little angel had to fix it's thorn, to get re-born
The Horny Angel decided to go to the heart of all evil
The angel flew down to the bad-est part of Amsterdam
In the middle of the red light district, were all the horny ladies are

The angel went from door to door, hoping to help someone
But to the angels astonishment all was great in the red-light?
The angel found that they helped people to be happy, release
built up pressure inside that would explode normally, and hurt someone

So the angel flew back up to see the main man and tell him all
The main man listened and took note, but now it was his call
Well Little horny angel, I see a lot of presure inside this heaven
The little horny angel said: ' thats all sorted I open at seven'

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Country Leaver

Well I'm going to see you soon in Amsterdam.
I can't believe I can get there but I can, mam.
I hope when I see you that you're still likin' who I am, I am.
But if you don't baby well I'll still tell you that, I understand.
I'll tell you, I I I understand. I'll tell you, I I I understand.
I'll tell you I ...
I'm goin to see you in a foreign land.
I'll pack my bags, oh lord I'm a travelin man's, man.
I hope when I see you that you're still likin' who I am oh yeah.
But if you don't baby well I'll still tell you that, I understand.
I'll tell you, I I I understand. I'll tell you I I I understand.
I'll tell you I...
If you don't baby well I'll still tell you that, I understand.
I'll tell you, I I I understand.
I'll tell you I I I understand, I'll tell you I, Hey

song performed by Dandy Warhols
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Amsterdam at Night

The red lights turn on when it's dark outside
Clients searching for things they will never confide
Standing on cobblestones looking up from the street
Illuminated windows highlight goods indiscreet

Under wigs and make up beauty is disguised
What you see is what you get as advertised
Bodies carefully displayed in all shapes and sizes
Gender confusion may cause hidden surprises

Here everything goes and nothing is really taboo
Flesh covered by garments that are see through
Customer service for every fetish is provided
If you're unsure take a full tour that is guided

Bars and shops are open for personal entertainment
If you have the money you can make an arrangement
Dancers deliver the illusion of art hanging from a pole
While the police gets free coffee when on nightly patrol

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The Chestnut Tree (For Anne Frank)

On a winter morning
you climbed the ladder to the attic with Peter.
He chopped wood for about a quarter of an hour
and you watched him silently.

Then you looked out
from the open window
and marvelled at the stunning views of the city,
the roofs, the streets and the canals of Amsterdam.

An azure sky curved down
kissing a pale blue horizon
and white seagulls with outstretched wings
were gliding on the wind.

Standing bare in the inner garden
Shiny silver drops perched on the branches
Of the lonely chestnut tree
near the house at Keizersgracht 188.

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Angel in Transit

I arrived at the airport under dark
Overcast skies. I had a night flight to catch
From Amsterdam to Budapest.

And as I waited
Through the small hours,
The Schiphol Airport
Became quite deserted.

I felt lonely and sad.
My wife just died
And I was depressed.

I waited for my plane
In an almost empty waiting room
When suddenly, to my great surprise,
A pretty young woman seated herself
Next to my chair.

I found this rather strange

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poem by Paul Hartal
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I Stopped Comparing Myself To Others

Bong is happier with his private practice
of law in Ortigas.
i CAN deduce that from his smiles
as he toured Europe
for tax shelter
His conscious is clean
posing like Alexander the Great
at the Acropolis
at nighttime.
I like his pictures at Vatican
Must be heavenly there
Cool and huge
architecture
simply amazing and i still have the wish
to do it better in
Amsterdam

Rey loves to shampoo his
Beagle in Chicago
Puts more time on his dog

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poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Facts About Cheese

When the price of cheese was so low a few years ago that the
dairymen seriously thought of giving up the manufacture
of cheese and of selling their cows, we published the fol-
lowing lines and distributed them by the thousand :

Price soon will rise, though now 'tis low,
And brooks of milk will onward flow ;
Were it collected in one stream
There would be floods of milk and cream.

Mr. T. D. Millar has just secured, Sept., 1884, the first prize for cheese at the great
cheese fair at Amsterdam, Holland. They weighed over 600 pounds each, and were
manufactured by the Burnside Factory of Dorchester. The Galloway Factory is manufacturing
several cheese weighing one ton each. The mammoth cheese, alluded to in cheese ode,
was manufactured by Mr. James Harris, Ingersoll Factory. The Dnnn Cheese Factory, North
Oxford, secured first prize at the great Centennial Exhibition, but where all factories
produce such excellent cheese perhaps it would be making invidious distinctions to specify
the honours won by any particular factory. The West Oxford Company have recently built a
fine factory on the Culloden Road.

poem by James McIntyre
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Tuesday In Amsterdam (Adam Solo)

A picture of Amsterdam
Bare trees under glass
Framed in the grey and white afternoon light
Of a winter long passed
When I was a riser
To Dublin I'd roam
She was a bareback rider
Some miles from home
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Come back to me
Shes a carnival diver
Hung in the sky
Cutting through time like a memory
Strung on a wire
Now the color of anything
Fades in the air
She is the film of a book
Of the story of the smell of her hair

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New Amsterdam

Youre sending me tulips mistaken for lilies
You give me your lip after punching me silly
You turned my head till it rolled down the brain drain
If I had any sense now I wouldnt want it back again
New amsterdam its become much too much
Till I have the possession of everything she touches
Till I step on the brakes to get out of her clutches
Till I speak double dutch to a real double duchess
Down on the mainspring, listen to the tick tock
Clock all the faces that move in on your block
Twice shy and dog tired because youve been bitten
Everything you say now sounds like it was ghost-written
Chorus
Back in london theyll take you to heart after a little while
Though I look right at home I still feel like an exile
Somehow I found myself down at the dockside
Thinking of the old days of liverpool and rotherhithe
The transparent people who live on the other side
Living a life that is almost like suicide
Chorus

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The Epic (Fairground) (Mushroom Farm Demo)

Track 9 of _Season's End_
On top of the world like a flag on a mountain
Feeling so high you can feel so alone
Unable to breathe at the height that you flew
Staring on clouds with no view of below
On top of a girl like a dream in a hotel
Falling towards something out of control
Unable to miss like the man in the tram
Crashing his car in Amsterdam
He did it without knowing
Didn't feel a thing
Just wrecked it and kept going
The space around the stars
Is something that you know
A billion miles of darkness
Left you feeling low
Everything about you
So perfectly restrained
But everything inside you
Bites you

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song performed by Marillion
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A Woman, The Oranje And The 2010 World Cup

In a bar in Amsterdam,
I realise how football consumes the soul.
Did I care yesterday whether there had been changes to the team?
Or whether one particular player was match fit?
No.
But, today I am swept along,
I feel the electricity in the air,
The hoping, the waiting, the tension,
The tangible excitement as the team walks out.
I grasp the momentary pride as the national anthem plays
And feel the lump in my throat as I see players join in and sing along.
I’m not even Dutch.
But, I’ve bought the shirt.
Then, as the game progresses I feel the air coarse back and forth,
As each spectator gasps, oohs and ahhs when free kicks go astray and shots on goal are deflected.
I watch fingers twitch, hands wring, and nails being bitten - all in the name of football.
Football, the beautiful game.
Football, the life giving ether that unites a nation and makes busses late.
Soon a hush descends,
As a player (who I don’t know the name of) “storms” his way through to the centre,

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Meeting in Belsen

For Anne Frank (1929-1945) .

One day in the autumn of 1944,
Along with your sister Margot,
You were deported from Auschwitz
to Bergen-Belsen.

When you arrived in the camp
the barracks were full,
so for several weeks
you lived in a crowded tent.

Unlike in Auschwitz,
there were no gas chambers in Belsen,
just shouting SS guards with dogs,
watch towers and barbed wire fence,
starvation and disease,
living skeletons of prisoners
tottering around like ghosts.

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Friends

As pretty as a song
A song could ever be
Like Christmas on a river
Without a boat or Christmas tree
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
I bet you miss your friends
As simple as a breeze
Tugging hard upon the sail
Been moving through these streets forever
From Istanbul to Amsterdam
This afternoon with you was something like a letter
The kind that someone writes but never sends
And when you look at me
You remind me that someday it's gonna end
And when you pass on
God, I bet you miss your friends

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song performed by Ryan Adams
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Trouble

A ship comes in from africa
Carrying forbidden cargo
Gonna bring somebody lots a trouble
Theres a family out in ohio
Gonna step on it and make it grow
Gonna fool some people at the double
Let it all go round
And it all comes down
A captain down in florida
Knows a man back in chicago
Every deal you know hes makin money
Rico comes from texas way
With a senorita from el paso
Glad hes found the land of milk and honey
Let it all go round
And it all comes down
g man down in panama
Cuts a trail to barcelona
Dip-lo-matic bag will be no hassle
Sails into the big t.o.

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song performed by Nazareth
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Rembrandt to Rembrandt

(AMSTERDAM, 1645)

And there you are again, now as you are.
Observe yourself as you discern yourself
In your discredited ascendency;
Without your velvet or your feathers now,
Commend your new condition to your fate,
And your conviction to the sieves of time.
Meanwhile appraise yourself, Rembrandt van Ryn,
Now as you are—formerly more or less
Distinguished in the civil scenery,
And once a painter. There you are again,
Where you may see that you have on your shoulders
No lovelier burden for an ornament
Than one man’s head that’s yours. Praise be to God
That you have that; for you are like enough
To need it now, my friend, and from now on;
For there are shadows and obscurities
Immediate or impending on your view,

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Heavy Connection

In the land of a thousand dances
I dance with you
I was out I was taking my chances
When dreams came true
When you came into my dream
Like from a whisper to a scream
And its a real heavy connection
Its just a real heavy connection
Its a real heavy connection
Lalalala......
I remember when I got your message in amsterdam
I was going through my letters
And found a picture-postcard of the reeperbahn
When you came into the room
Not too late and not too soon
And its a real heavy connection
And its a real heavy connection
And its a real heavy connection
Lalalala......
And you came into my dreams

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song performed by Van Morrison
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Slang Of Ages

Let me put it this way doll
And I know it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face
That you're from out of state
But here in the Willows now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squarestonight's for real
Drop me off in Groovetime
Do I hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done
Now did you say you were from the Netherlands
Or was that Netherworld?
If you grew up in Amsterdam
Then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffyyou say they're good
Let's roll with the homeysknock on wood
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the slang of ages
Show me where I turn
You are part of the Dreaming
The end of my life so far?

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song performed by Steely Dan
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Madmen

They say you can jinx a poem
if you talk about it before it is done.
If you let it out too early, they warn,
your poem will fly away,
and this time they are absolutely right.

Take the night I mentioned to you
I wanted to write about the madmen,
as the newspapers so blithely call them,
who attack art, not in reviews,
but with breadknives and hammers
in the quiet museums of Prague and Amsterdam.

Actually, they are the real artists,
you said, spinning the ice in your glass.
The screwdriver is their brush.
The real vandals are the restorers,
you went on, slowly turning me upside-down,
the ones in the white doctor's smocks
who close the wound in the landscape,

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