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Post by Peffkitten on Aug 27, 2002 23:23:31 GMT -5
For very little good reason, I would like you all to trawl libraries and the internet, and come up with as many poems or song lyrics about people called Charlotte.
MARKS... SET... GO!!!!
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Post by Peffkitten on Aug 27, 2002 23:23:59 GMT -5
Charlotte Sometimes
All the faces
All the voices blur
Change to one face
Change to one voice
Prepare yourself for bed
The light seems bright
And glares on white walls
All the sounds of
Charlotte sometimes
Into the night with
Charlotte sometimes
Night after night she lay alone in bed
Her eyes so open to the dark
The streets all looked so strange
They seemed so far away
But Charlotte did not cry
The people seemed so close
Playing expressionless games
The people seemed
So close
So many
Other names...
Sometimes I'm dreaming
Where all the other people dance
Sometimes I'm dreaming
Charlotte sometimes
Sometimes I'm dreaming
Expressionless the trance
Sometimes I'm dreaming
So many different names
Sometimes I'm dreaming
The sounds all stay the same
Sometimes I'm dreaming
She hopes to open shadowed eyes
On a different world
Come to me
Scared princess
Charlotte sometimes
On that bleak track
(See the sun is gone again)
The tears were pouring down her face
She was crying and crying for a girl
Who died so many years before...
Sometimes I dream
Where all the other people dance
Sometimes I dream
Charlotte sometimes
Sometimes I dream
The sounds all stay the same
Sometimes I'm dreaming
There are so many different names
Sometimes I dream
Sometimes I dream...
Charlotte sometimes crying for herself
Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
But it's always with love
With so much love it looks like
Everything else
Of Charlotte sometimes
So far away
Glass sealed and pretty
Charlotte sometimes
(Lyrics by Robert Smith)
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Post by Peffkitten on Aug 27, 2002 23:29:33 GMT -5
Charlotte, Her Book
I am Charlotte. I don't say hello
to people and sometimes I bite.
Although I am dead I still jump
out of bed and wake them up at night.
This is my mother. Her hair is blue
and I have drawn her with no eyes
and arms like twigs. I don't do
what I'm told and I tell lies.
This is my father. He has a mouth
under his left ear. I'm fed up
with drawing people, so I scribble
smoke and cover his head right up.
I am a brat kid, fostered out because
my mother is sick in the head,
and I would eat her if I could,
and make her good and dead.
Although I am only four I went away
so soon they hardly knew me,
and stars sprang out of my eyes,
and cold winds blew me.
My mother always says she loves me.
My father says he loves me too.
I love Charlotte. A car ran
over Charlotte. This is her book.
(Elizabeth Bartlett)
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Post by Molly on Aug 28, 2002 14:43:32 GMT -5
Tha Ballad of Charlotte Dymond by Charles Causley seems an obvious one, only I can't find it anywhere.
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Post by Lauren on Aug 28, 2002 14:46:59 GMT -5
Dear Charlotte
Memory conveys that you were something to be
When you weren't held captive in an aged body
You had a family that needed you and job security
You had everything a man could ever need
But where did your children go? Where is your family?
Did they turn into the adults that you always hoped they'd be?
Did you finally retire from that job that tortured you?
I thought all your dreams had come true
So why are you depressed when your life is at it's best
Is it really cause it's not what it seems?
Or are you unable to see that you should be happy
'Cause your still living in yesterday's dreams
Your eldest son reminds you of the way life used to be
When you didn't bear the chains of matrimony
You had no job that you hated, no responsibility
You were youthful and careless and free
And the woman you wed, she seemed better in bed
When there wasn't a ring on her finger
Yes your life seemed all right when you partied all night
Those days are gone, does the flavor still linger?
Don't tell me life would be great if you were reprobate
And had friends who were losers and fiends
You've a family a wife and a meaningful life
But you're still holding on to yesterdays dreams
Loneliness reduces you to disharmony
Your life seems so hopeless and melancholy
You're still young but you can't find the strength to move on
Now that the woman who loves you is gone
Did you find she wasn't so close when you needed her most
Is it hard facing up to rejection?
You might understand that she needed a man
But you're still seeking maternal protection
Don't give up you're still young and your life's just begun
At every corner opportunity screams
Sometimes life is abrupt but it's time to grow up
And stop clinging to yesterday's dreams
By Craig's Brother
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Post by Lauren on Aug 28, 2002 14:47:53 GMT -5
Charlotte
She's got a rose in her smile
She says she knows and she does
And her mind aches
And her heart breaks
'Cause she's silly (?)
Gonna teach her to sin
'Cause I'm always knowing where she's been
Livin' on the wrong side of the tracks
And you know she's never
Coming back
She's got a smile like a flower
She looks so fine by the hour
But her mind aches
And her heart breaks
'Cause she's silly (?)
Gonna teach her to steal
'Cause I'm always knowing
how she feels
Livin' on the wrong side of the tracks
And I know she's never
Coming back
Oh no...
And her mind aches...
And her heart breaks...
'Cause she's silly...
To me (2x)
By Hope Sandoval And The Warm Inventions
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Post by Lauren on Aug 28, 2002 14:49:19 GMT -5
Charlotte The Harlot
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
*Chorus*:
Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.
Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?
You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.
And ten for the main course.
And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.
Don't you care who you let in?
And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.
*Chorus*
There was a time when you left me standing there,
Picking up pieces of love off the floor.
Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,
To make your ends as a bloody whore.
Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,
Picking up pieces of love yesterday.
Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too
'Cause you're making love all day.
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
*Chorus*
By Iron Maiden
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Post by Lauren on Aug 28, 2002 14:50:28 GMT -5
22 Acacia Avenue (the Continuing Saga Of Charlotte)
If you're feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 Acacia Avenue meet a lady that I know
So if you're looking for a good time
And you're prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybody's got their vice
If you're waiting for a long time
for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me
and you might even get it free
So any time you're down the East End
don't you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it
she'll teach you more than you can know
Charlotte can't you get out from all this madness
Can't you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men don't know the risk of getting disease
Some day when you're reaching the age of forty
I bet you'll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You won't have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue that's the place where we all go
You will find it's warm inside the red light's burning bright tonight
Charlotte isn't it time you stopped this mad life
Don't you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When you're walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that you've got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
You're running away don't you know what you're doing
Can't you see it'll lead you to ruin
Charlotte you've taken your life and you've thrown it away
You believe that because what you're earning
Your life's good don't you know that you're hurting
All the people that love you don't cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
It's no life for you stop all that screwing
You're packing your bags and you're coming with me
By Iron Maiden
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Post by Lauren on Aug 28, 2002 14:52:13 GMT -5
Frozen Charlotte
Blue like the winter snow in the full moon
Black like the silhouettes of the trees
Late blooming flowers lie frozen underneath the stars
I want you to remember me that way
Far away... I'll be gone, will you wait for me here
How long... I don't know, will you wait for me here
Still as the river grows in December
Silent and perfect blinding ice
Spring keeps her promises
No cold can keep her back
I want you to remember me that way
Far away... I'll be gone, will you wait for me here
How long... I don't know, but wait for me here
Follow... don't follow me
To where
To where I go
Far away... I'll be gone, will you wait for me here
How long... I don't know, will you wait for me here
Follow... don't follow me, to where I have gone
Follow... don't follow me, to where I have gone
Someday you'll take my place
And I'll wait
For you there
By Natalie Merchant
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Post by Peffkitten on Aug 29, 2002 19:20:29 GMT -5
I'm impressed, Lauren, thank you!
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