John Miles Foley Quotes

Over and over
over and over
we will discover
we will discover
that we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.
Yes, we all fall down.

Buildings tower round me like they're waiting for the kill.
For days I haven't eaten and I really do feel ill.
If I cry for help, would you hear my call?
If I stumble now, would you let me fall?
Won't you give me a hand,
try to understand
that I'm a stranger in the city?
Stuck inside these streets it's like a human traffic jam.
People walk right over me, now they don't give a damn.
If I ask for death, would you give me a gun?
If I took your hand, would you turn and run?
Won't you pity me, just try to see
that I'm a stranger in the city?

This is my song for you.
Thoughts of winter, dreams of sunshine.
Nothing that I can do
changes how I feel in my mind.
This is my song for you.
Times I hope you will remember.
Things that were meant for two,
here in my heart, here in my song for you.

The default designation of poetry has become written poetry. That's why we have to prefix the adjective "oral," because the unmodified noun no longer covers anything but written poetry. That's also why we resort to other unwieldy phrases to pigeonhole events and phenomena that our cultural proclivities have silently eliminated from consideration. Thus a "poetry reading" describes a performance (from a published text, of course) before a well-behaved, often academic audience. Thus "spoken-word poetry"—so redundant from a historical perspective—identifies voiced verbal art, verse that is lifted off the page and into the world of presence and experience.

As it was in the beginning
it will be until the end.
Your money buys you people
but it will not buy you friends.
Your life is an illusion
so live it day by day.
Just draw your own conclusion
It's gonna happen anyway

Take a look at the blind man
wishing every day he could see.
He lives his life in darkness.
Be grateful, you and me.
Take a look at yourself now,
standing with your back to the wall.
Pride will get you nowhere fast,
we're waiting for the fall.

I never saw what was coming down.
(What goes around, comes around.)
My heart just shattered in pieces on the ground.
(What goes around, comes around.)
Twist an old cliché
till the words ring true.
What you do to someone,
it can happen to you.
Cause we're all links
in this human chain,
just the cause and effect
of so much passion and pain.

Another night over.
The new day begins.
Remembering the dreams
that you left your love in,
and you wonder,
can you face another day,
one more day without love?

He really does shine
for the ladies with painted faces.
He spends his time being seen
in all the right places.
You only get to know him nearly,
there can't be anyone who knows him really.
He's doing so well
and there's no one to tell you but Glamour Boy.

Lady of my life,
won't you comfort me tonight,
when the troubles of the world are on my shoulders?
Lady, make it right,
please don't fuss or fight,
I need some peace now I'm a little older.
Lady, lady, lady, lady of my life,
lady, lady, lady, lady of my life,
stay with me tonight.

We know now that cultures are not oral or literate; rather they employ a menu or spectrum of communicative strategies, some of them associated with texts, some with voices, and some with both.

Highfly, touch the sky,
Whatcha gonna do now the well's dry?
Good time, feeling fine.
Whatcha gonna do now there's no wine?

To put it most simply, the oral traditional idiom persisted because—even in a written incarnation—it offered the only avenue to the immanent poetic tradition, the invisible but ever-present aesthetic context for all of the poems.

Not for me all the things you must do
I am glad now that I can see through.
They say that I'm crazy, I'm out of my mind,
searching for something I'll never find.
Don't call me a loser,
call me a rebel.
No one said I must run in this race.
Always right, putting me in my place.
I know it's not easy: believe in yourself,
you won't find the answer in somebody else.
Don't call me a loser,
Call me a rebel.
Call me a rebel.

Misty silence of the early morning.
All around another day is dawning.
Goodbyes ain't easy,
so no-one sees me when I go.
Only time is gonna last forever.
Just remember what we had together.
I must be leavin'
and I can't even let it show.
I am on my way,
Remember Yesterday.