Courtesy of the great artist Lynn Anderson:

Lyrics for Song: Rose Garden

Lyrics for Album: Golden Classics Edition:

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.
When you take, you gotta give, so live and let live,
Or let go.
I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could promise you things like big diamond rings,
But you don't find roses growin' on stalks of clover.
So you better think it over.
Well, if sweet-talkin' you could make it come true,
I would give you the world right now on a silver platter,
But what would it matter?
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

Instrumental break.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.

I could sing you a tune or promise you the moon,
But if that's what it takes to hold you,
I'd just as soon let you go, but there's one thing I want you to know.
You better look before you leap, still waters run deep,
And there won't always be someone there to pull you out,
And you know what I'm talkin' about.
So smile for a while and let's be jolly:
Love shouldn't be so melancholy.
Come along and share the good times while we can.

I beg your pardon,
I never promised you a rose garden.
Along with the sunshine,
There's gotta be a little rain sometimes.

To fade.

Album Lyrics: Golden Classics Edition [1997]

Anderson Lynn
"Golden Classics Edition"

Tanzan, wrote this poem, just a while ago. I have provided a literal english translation as well with each paragraph. Would you like to make love to it?

Kucch din pehle
Amawasya thi
Lekin maine wo aawaz nahi suni
Garm khichdi pur
khaulte hue sarson ke tael ki aawaz

(It was Amawsya – the moonless night
a few days ago
But I did not hear that sound –
The sound of boiling mustard oil
On hot hotchpotch)

Wo shaam tyohar ki hoti thi
Badi daeg mein khichdii dheere-dheer pakti thi
Meri naani, Lalded ke dauhe gungunati hui
Maano khichdi ko thapki dekar sulaati thi

(That evening used to be a festival
In a big pot, the hotchpotch cooked slowly
As if my grandmother, reciting the verses of Lalded
Lullabied it to sleep)

Phir khichdi jaagti thi use tael se
Jaise chhote bacche ko paani ki cheente maarkar
Jagaya jaata hai

(And then the hotchpotch was stirred up by that oil
like water is splashed to wake up a child)

Eik thaali mein khichdi daalkar
Use ataari mein rakh diya jaata tha
Aur phir subah, thaali ke bahar
Teen bhog milte the
Jisse Greh-devtaa teen lokon ko arpit karte the
Aur Apni ungliyan chaat chaat kar
Phir wo chaav se khaate the

(The hotchpotch was put in a plate
and kept in the attic
In the morning, outside the plate
Three offerings would be found
Offered to the three worlds by the Greh-devtaa (The spirit guarding the house)
And then he used to eat it himself
Licking his fingers

Lekin picchle pandrah saal se lagataar
Amawasya ke din
Greh-devtaa cheenkte hein
Humara dhyaan aakarshit karne ke lie

(But for the last 15 years,
every year on Amawasya
Greh-devtaa sneezes
To seek our attention)

Ki ab to utho, sulao khichdi ko
Aur phir jagao use, mere liye
Lekin hum tas se mas nahi hote

(That get up, put the hotchpotch to sleep
and then wake it up, for me
But we – we don’t even move)

Kyunki 1990 ki us raat
Pita ne Greh-devtaa ka aavahan kiya tha
Jab kutton ka jhund, loud speakaron pur rota raha
Ye kehte hue – kaafiron Kashmir chhod do

(because on that night in 1990,
Father invoked Greh-devtaa
When a herd of dogs, kept on crying over the loudspeakers
Shouting – infidels, leave Kashmir)

Aur anisht ki aashanka mein
Pita budbudaate rahe –
Yahaan mat aana, yahan Greh-devtaa ka vaas hai

(And fearing the worst, father kept on saying –
Don’t come here, Greh-devtaa resides here)

Lekin Greh-devtaa pehle hi bhaag khade hue the
Aur bhaagne waalon ko bhog nahi chadaya jaata

(But the Greh-devtaa had fled before this
and feast is not offered to deserters)

Ab Amawasya ki shaam
Hum khaate hein Pizza, jaanbhujkar
Aur kahin se koi Awaaz nahi aati
Siway kisi ke cheenkne key

(And now on the evening of Amawasya
we eat Pizzas, deliberately
And there is silence all around
Except the sound of somebody sneezing)

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Or my new cheep toilet paper which I dubbed "re-wipe"

Humorlessly,

Stan

Ha! Now I wonder how many have actually talked to their doctors about it and I won't be surprised if there is a line up outside clinics!

Rahul,

It appears I am unable to translate your new poem. I am simply stuck. Verses don't flow freely.

I think it will make a great prose poem. Give a try. For me to shape into a prose poem, I will have to choose other words that will take away the beauty of your poem.

Prose poetry is poetry written as prose, in other words it is a hybrid form combining poetry and prose. The poem has all of the essential elements of traditional poetry written in verse. It has rhythm, rhyme, repetition, assonance, consonance, and imagery. The imagery can be so startling as to be surrealistic in nature. ~ The New Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics

TS

Just where is the "key-hole" where this 11th key fits?
And does it require 10 different key-holes to use the ten keys that Deepak talks about or is it one BIG key- HOLE?
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE.

Hi sid harth,
Your post makes me smile. Yes, I do believe the 11th key, contains all 10 - and it is a mighty big hole to fall into, if we do!
~ Kate

Sood Dood:

Man, you crack me up!:)

What the heck is Panexa?

Just testing to see
If still being bloked

test#1

Tanzan, man, respect, you are the funniest
dude around here, you keep cracking me up, big time, now, why don't you start a blog, and introduce yourself, I'm sure everybody here would love to see the man, the menace, and the poet behind the posts,

with love, passion, and http://www.blogger.com/

MDP, you crack me up too. I think the posters seem to be slowly waking up from their samadhis
(though many still are in deep trance and are lagging in finishing their spiritual work). They are beginning to see humor in your comments.

Better to be an observer
Than a prosecutor

I can have an apple pie
Or a cheesecake, and eat it too

And you can have
All the peaches at the beaches too

Regards
TS

"What the heck is Panexa?"

~KZ

It is for those who do not know what it is! It opens up brains and lets the fun flow in!

Samedhi..
or enlightenment or was it lightening up,
to transcend past conditioning..
how does a society 'do' history..,
from both sides,

http://www.nealedonaldwalsch.com/blog.cfm

It is simple

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