PO(ASIS)EMS

HEY!! If you have an Oasis poem and would like to see it on this page someday, contact me at Oasisdm@hotmail.com.

When you wake up one Morning Glory feeling Whatever because the other night you had too many Cigarettes and Alcohol, don't worry. Get up and say out loudly: "Hey Now! Don't Look Back in Anger, you're a Rock 'n' Roll Star so you can feel Supersonic once in a while." Then go to the bathroom and as you "chain to the mirror and the razor blade", repeat this: "Hello, I'm the Walrus, yesterday I went to Digsy's Dinner and I had too much Champagne Supernova, that's it". Suppose you want to Talk Tonight about The Masterplan with The Girl In The Dirty Shirt you met yesterday, and She's Electric? What if you stand at the sun and you Cast no Shadow? Step Out, sit in the Rocking Chair, tune The Swamp Song and relax 'cause you're now Up in the Sky. I Will believe that It's Better People those who aren't Underneath the sky, but who knows. Some might say nobody's gonna Live Forever, but you and I know oasis will! D'You Know What I Mean?

By: Ines


Live Forever and always feel Supersonic; don't listen to what Some Might Say but be your own Morning Glory! Don't stay up in the sky but also don't Roll With It to much.
Cheers.
by: ~Ezra

B-Side Poems by Me:

  • SUPERSONIC: In Columbia I will believe, so take me away.
  • CIGARETTES & ALCOHOL: Hey! Listen up 'cos I am the walrus, so do what I say or fade away.
  • WHATEVER: It's good to be free half the world away, where you can just slide away.
  • SOME MIGHT SAY: I acquiesce that we should talk tonight about a headshrinker.
  • ROLL WITH IT: It's better people who live in their rockin' chair forever.
  • WONDERWALL: Part of the masterplan is that the swamp song round are way floods over.
  • DON'T LOOK BACK IN ANGER: If you cum on and feel the noize then we can step out underneath the sky.

    • Welcome! I am going to Step Out to update my pages here which seem to take up all my time from Morning Glory to night, so I need the light from a Champagne Supernova. I just feel like Whatever and I know I am only here because of the Masterplan. Some Might Say that I am crazy, but I just want to Live Forever. It can't be too hard to be a Rock 'n' Roll Star and Roll With It. I just want to Slide Away to Strawberry Fields. I'm not Married With Children, so I can Shakermaker and Bring It Down with Cigarettes and Alcohol to feel Supersonic. You can have it all, but how much do you want it? The other night I said to myself, "Hey Now! Don't Look Back In Anger." But I could only do that With A Little Help from My Friends. I wanted to Get Back, but then I chilled and just Let It Be. Up In the Sky was the sun, but I Cast No Shadow. My friend, She's Electric, but I am the Walrus. Here Comes The Sun and I want you all to Come Together over me. You say you want a revolution. Well, you know.

    from "The Oasis Main Page"

    Coming down off the nova somewhere near the boiled egg that is the Royal Albert Hall, we watch Paul's sun crossed with John's star and hold ice cream hands. Someone slipped on a cassette as the one you wanted left with someone else but somehow it was cool because as the music filled the shadows, you heard a sound that was a million miles away from fakery and a step away from your heart.

    Just like it always did, this sound puts the swagger back into your step, the rush into your blood but somehow, and I don't know why, they had become deeper, wider, soulful, better at their craft, inspired by so many things like a world that is tilting who knows where and the applause they always knew was theirs but waited so impatiently to receive. Words cut you from all angles, backed up by a monumental sound that rises high, high and high to crash against your rocks and then changes, majestically and magically to soothe the wounds inside.

    As you are dragged inside on this trip abandon, you hear a council estate singing its heart out, you hear the clink of loose change that is never enough to buy what you need, boredom and poverty, hours spent with a burnt out guitar, dirty pubs and cracked up pavements, violence and love, all rolled into one, and now all this.

    At the end, you flip over and start again because now you are not isolated. They have gone to work so that you can go home. High above the day turns pink and you feel your feet lift above the ground as new roads open up in fron of you. In this town the jury is always rigged but the people know. They always know the truth. Believe. Belief. Beyond. Their morning glory.

    by: P.H. in the summer of '95 from: The (What's the Story) Morning Glory? sleeve.

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