Robert Frost- Soldiers

He is that fallen lance that lies as hurled,
That lies unlifted now, come dew, come rust,
But still lies pointed as it plowed the dust.
If we who sight along it round the world,
See nothing worthy to have been its mark,
It is because like men we look too near,
Forgetting that as fitted to the sphere,
Our missiles always make too short an
arc. They fall, they rip the grass, they
intersect The curve of earth, and striking,
break their own; They make us cringe for
metal-point on stone. But this we know,
the obstacle that checked And tripped the
body, shot the spirit on Further than target
ever showed or shone.

http://www.greynotgrey.com/blog/2012/05/15/jeff-wall-dead-troops-talk/

The Cure- A forest & interpretation of song lyrics

Interpretation: 

When I listen to this song, makes me think of a sensitive man who is prey to a woman. She see's his character as weak challenges/ takes advantage of him. He is trying to search, find out, decode if she truly likes him. The metaphor's are describing the girl in the shadows of the forest as her act of stringing him along. The man who's in love with her, is deeply attracted. She doesn't feel the same attraction however she is aware of how vulnerable he is for her affection. Toys with his emotions for fun, plays games, not considering how hurt and confused it will cause him. The man is still falling for her, believing there is a chance that she will change (I hear her voice and start to run). Confused, mixed up, tangled inside, feels like he's lost in a pitch black forest. When he sees her attempts to lure him in he avoids it at all cost (run into the trees). The woman sends out mixed signals by complimenting him, flirting despite knowing she doesn't mean it (I hear her her voice calling my name). He comes to a conclusion that she can't be honest, show true feelings, immature, suffering from insecurities. Wishes he could abandon, not have tortured himself lusting for her. (Suddenly I stop, but I know it's to late, I'm lost in a forest). After his lust vanishes, she no longer appears in his head. He no longer cares for her, so she is no longer visible. (the girl was never there). Also reveals that these type of women are drawn to treating him like that (The girl was never there, it's always the same).

The Smiths- suffer little children

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Over the moor, take me to the moor
Dig a shallow grave
And I'll lay me down

Lesley-Anne, with your pretty white beads
Oh John, you'll never be a man
And you'll never see your home again
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Edward, see those alluring lights ?
Tonight will be your very last night

A woman said : "I know my son is dead
I'll never rest my hands on his sacred head"

Hindley wakes and Hindley says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, wherever he has gone, I have gone"

But fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death
Fresh lilaced moorland fields
Cannot hide the stolid stench of death

Hindley wakes and says :
Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, Hindley wakes, and says :
"Oh, whatever he has done, I have done"

But this is no easy ride
For a child cries :

"Oh, find me...find me, nothing more
We are on a sullen misty moor
We may be dead and we may be gone
But we will be, we will be, we will be, right by your side
Until the day you die
This is no easy ride
We will haunt you when you laugh
Yes, you could say we're a team
You might sleep
You might sleep
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh, you might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !"

Oh Manchester, so much to answer for
Oh Manchester, so much to answer for

Oh, find me, find me !
Find me !
I'll haunt you when you laugh
Oh, I'll haunt you when you laugh
You might sleep
BUT YOU WILL NEVER DREAM !
Oh...
Over the moors, I'm on the moor
Oh, over the moor
Oh, the child is on the moor

Ian curtis Disorder song lyrics with song

I've been waiting for a guide to come and take me by the hand,

Could these sensations make me feel the pleasures of a normal man?

These sensations barely interest me for another day,

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, take the shock away.

It's getting faster, moving faster now, it's getting out of hand,

On the tenth floor, down the back stairs, it's a no man's land,

Lights are flashing, cars are crashing, getting frequent now,

I've got the spirit, lose the feeling, let it out somehow.

What means to you, what means to me, and we will meet again,

I'm watching you, I'm watching her, I'll take no pity from you friends,

Who is right, who can tell, and who gives a damn right now,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

Until the spirit new sensation takes hold, then you know,

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,

I've got the spirit, but lose the feeling,

Feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling, feeling.

Here is a link to the song below,  I find this song very poetic and interesting, actually one of my favourite songs he wrote. Ian in my opinion is a great poet, misunderstood and unappreciated at the time. His music is timeless and different than any music I have listened too. Ian speaks a lot about life and creates a beautiful narrative in his music from nothing. That is what great artist do, being tired of the same mundane struggle and poverty turned it into a work of art. Anyways give this a listen!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhCLalLXHP4