Pawn Shoppe Heart
I found my heart
In a pawn shop, baby
You took me for dead - dead
By the way - you still
I am way past tales
I'm bored and I'm crazy
You took all my good love
And gave it all away
I've been on the backstreet
I'm all alone
I've been on the hotseat
I'm gone - I'm gone
Sweet little love of mine
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
With all your good looks
I still have nothing
Breaking the whip on my back like a man
Still have nothing
Take everything you want
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
song performed by by Von Blondies
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The Pawn Broker
I am sorry my poor Mom!
You pawned your Wedding ring
For my studies
And I sold my Algebra book
To a second hand book shop
And straight away ran to the Cinema hall
To watch the movie 'The Pawn Broker'
I had the pawn chit but unexpectedly
It's in my holey wallet and somebody pick pocketed!
The old man 's no more
But the grand son continues his business
At the same place the hard job plays with human lives!
(The Pawnbroker is a novel by Edward Lewis Wallant which tells the story of Sol Nazerman, a concentration camp survivor who suffers flashbacks of his past Nazi imprisonment as he tries to cope with his daily life operating a pawn shop in East Harlem.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gold Watch And Chain
(A.P. Carter)
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
It's a face that is false but is fair
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh I'll pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And I'll pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that you'll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Gold Watch & Chain
(a.p. carter)
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Darling, how could I stay here without you
I have nothing to ease my poor heart
This old world would seem sad, love, without you
Tell me now that we never will part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Take back all the gifts you have given
A diamond ring and a lock of your hair
And a card with your picture upon it
Its a face that is false but is fair
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
Oh, the white rose that blooms in the garden
It grows with the love of my heart
It broke through on the day that I met you
It will die on the day that we part
Oh Ill pawn you my gold watch and chain, love
And Ill pawn you my gold wedding ring
I will pawn you this heart in my bosom
Only say that youll love me again
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Pawn Shop Aint No Place For A Wedding Ring
A pawn shop aint no place for a wedding ring
Six months from now what will that money mean?
You shop around looking for memories, somehow
The satisfaction dont come that easy
Its a shame you werent satisfied with me
Youre the saddest thing Ive ever seen
A pawn shop aint no place for a wedding ring
Six months from now what will that money mean?
You shop around looking for memories, somehow
The satisfaction dont come that easy
Its a shame you werent satisfied with me
Youre the saddest thing Ive ever seen
A pawn shop aint no place for a wedding ring
Six months from now what will that money mean?
You shop around looking for memories
The satisfaction dont come that easy
Its a shame you werent satisfied with me
Youre the saddest thing Ive ever seen
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Shop, she shops!
Once she constantly smiled
Bought cloths and jewelry that gave her style
Shop, shop, shop
She shopped till she dropped
Shop, shop, shop
She just could not seem to stop
Her credit was on top
Her spending way rocket up
She paid with cash or credit card
This Lady was absolutely shopping mad
Shoping malls!
Markets stalls!
Shoes, clothing, and handbags she bought all year long
Spend, spend and spend daily was her beloved song
Shop, shop, shop
She now shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
This lady has now put a stop
Today is different shopping expedition
This time spending with supervision
No more that crazy spending addiction
Her credit card is cut
Her goods seized, the whole lot
Today she spends, her pockets hurt!
She has become street wise
Haggling with each price
She has become precise
About what she needs and not what is nice
Shop, shop, shop
She shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
Her spending has taken a big drop!
This lady has now put a stop to shop!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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The Video Shop
The local factorys been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, kenny
When suddenly the penny dropped
While all of my brothers are sitting at home
Ive got a bank loan and Ive opened up my very own
Video shop
Video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf
And if youve got a fantasy
For a small rental fee
You can set yourself free
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
Ive got a bootleg version of citizen kane
A second hand copy of psycho
Ive taped them off the telly so you shouldnt complain
And theres no guarantee youll get your money back again
From my video shop
My video shop
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape
To relieve your situation
If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show
cos everybody knows almost anything goes
At my video shop
At my video shop
One fifty a day and Ill fly, fly you away
Its nothing to pay to fly far, far away
I can help you through that lonely night
Ive got technicolour, black and white
I can guide you through those empty days
Make you smile and take your blues away
O let me fly you away
At my video shop
Fly, fly you away
Another factorys been knocked down
But nobody ever complains
And all of my brothers are customers now
We all play video games
I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives
If theyre bored and they feel like a change
I do sales, rentals, even a swop
And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
And everyone who walks in through that door
Has got something that theyre looking for
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
song performed by by Kinks
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Shametown
I see the world through the eyes of an idiot
Talkin big white trash (? )
Before the girls an boys inside of my soul
They take my path (? )
In the mirror there I see my fathers face in glass
I know I am not anyone yet too afraid to ask
I will pawn you my watch
Pawn you my chain
Pawn you my new diamond ring
Pawn you my watch
Pawn you my chain
Pawn you yeah most anything
Get your clogs on the floor
Step up step up step up an do more
Hey little girl is your door still open
The devil still inside
Seen your face he left the place
Took everything inside
Hey by the way I forgot to mention
I let it just slip out
Today is the day of salvation
An aint gonna tell no lie
Some through the water
Some through the flood
Some by the fire
But all through his blood
Some through the water
Some through the flood
Some by the bullet
But all through his blood
song performed by by 16 Horsepower
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Broken Heart Lollipop
Broken heart Lollipop
Got it at the candy shop
Broken heart Lollipop
How did we end up like this
Play that song that no one hears
Hoping that you will listen
Been away for all these years
You kept, me searching
Need a little bit more of your
Kandy kisses, so delicious
Need a little bit more
I need you right now!
Broken heart Lollipop
My broken heart Lollipop
You came into my world
You turned it right side up
Then you turned, you were gone
Leaving me this way
Broken heart Lollipop
My broken heart Lollipop
What went wrong?
I'm here staring at your picture
Thinking you'll come back to me
Looking for a solution
How can I make it real?
Broken heart Lollipop
Got it at the candy shop
Broken heart
poem by Dave Correia
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Down the Sweet Shop
The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Queen of tango
I swap ten of my stories for one letter from you.
Letter and gingerbread heart with a mirror in it.
I want to do the tango, I'm tired of chess.
We can: Hidalgo, guitar and Argentina are close
for the souls that fly across the ocean.
Chess is better: a game in which the queen checkmates the king.
But the queen wants to dance, not play.
Make a move and dance, and I'm going to watch.
The queen goes to the dance floor with a pawn.
Here is my castle shooting at your pawn.
The pawn falls; the queen is going for a new one.
The king resigns: Do not go for a new pawn, we will do the tango.
Renku poetry: Tanja Bulovic Johannesburg
Zoran Jankovic Beograd
poem by Jankovic Zoran
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Loving Fun
Old lady
Age - 65
Old man
Age - 80
Booth are
Begger's...
shop to shop...
Begein
On the road...
shop to shop
They are not
Husband and wife...
They are
Friends
To companian...!
But;
Booth are
Beger's
Enjoy the life
Loving fun...! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Gold
She writes me, ' buy something for you at least this time
you always bring for the others
like a Santa Claus.I would like to see
that you come with a gold chain and a bracelet
like a movie star.
but I know gold is allergic for you in hard times
and it flies like a jet to a pawn shop'.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Pawn Shop Chronicles
Rachelle Lefevre, Paul Walker, Elijah Wood, Norman Reedus, Brendan Fraser, Vincent D'Onofrio, Matt Dillon, Nicole Lovince, Ashlee Simpson
by Adam Minarovich from Pawn Shop Chronicles (2013)
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D4 Or E4, That Is The Question
He sits across from me over a board
With checkered squares. He is white; I am black.
I need a win, him a draw. Can’t afford
To play prophylactically. Attack
Is my only chance to win this tourney.
Which leaves me with only one opening:
The Sicilian*. I only hope that he
Will play a hackneyed first move like a king
Pawn center thrust. Queen pawn creates problems
And he doesn’t need problems at this time.
I feel both moves favor me. It depends.
Playing queen pawn I think would undermine
His chances for a draw but then again
The king pawn move allows the Sicilian.
* 1. e4....c5
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Love Pawn
The raging storm occurring outside my window
Can not compare to the constant choler
That tempers my heart this maniacal moment.
Why? Would you like living a pawn of love?
Forever being forced to feel painful pangs
Caused by a cruel manipulator. Like a captured
Pawn without a pertinent part in the game of love:
Only to stand alone among the active players.
On the sidelines, stagnating, unable to sever
Yourself from the fray. A preordained pawn!
Whose role resembles “ loves labours lost”
A cruel comedy rendering me a pathetic prisoner
That must persistently prove my legitimacy.
Rage on teapot tempest! At least your wrath will wane.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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International
The youth and the imperialist tribune was also addressed by a young girl
From nicaragua whose hands had been cut off at the wrists by the former
Samosa guards.
Veronica merco, of the german federal republic, had this to say:
Aber ich habe eine ausbildung gemacht
Ak industrie kaufmann und... ? ?
Im a shop assistant at the... ? ?
And I must say Im a shop assistant by profession,
But it is difficult for.... ? ?
Now and then a little thing gets by.
Now and then well cry.
Like a fall in a war, like a mothers open arms.
Like a pawn in a game, hard to take.
There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and pray.
All the time we are gone, theres no reason, theres no way.
Oh, the soul is the one so they say.
There we sit on a line, wasting fortunes at a time, and play.
She never thought hed be this way.
Her arms aloft, she holds.
But now its all a memory.
And its gone...
song performed by by Omd
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A plot
He will never leave me
I've put paid to that,
I know I'll not be lonely
in my London flat.
I've hidden his dentures
and his right shoe.
I've thrown his new
hearing aid down the loo.
I've buried his walking stick
and his false leg,
I've secreted right under
my old double bed
I've given his glasses
to Oxfam,
I'm using his wig
as a mop!
So If he decides
to leave me today
you can be sure that
he won't get away
Well part of him might
but the rest I will keep
or get back from
the local pawn shop.
poem by Ruth Walters
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You Are Too Smart For Me
You are too smart for me
Lady
When you shop
Because when you shop you shop for the bargains
And
I can see that you love bargains
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Avenue Of Love
(9/24/12)
Love is an avenue of which to explore
Go to any shop and open the door
Shops for every feeling known to man
Walk in to understand.
Shops for pain, sorrow, bitterness and heartbreak
Shop around - it's not to late.
Shops for joy, happiness, contentment, devotion
Shops for every emotion.
Stop in - look around - feel every emotion
That can be found.
Shop around ahead of time
To find out what awaits down the line.
But do not be fearful of pains
That may await
Take the chance - don't hesitate.
You can search every shop that's on this street
But there is nothing that can compete
To the love that you have deep inside
A love so beautiful that you can not hide
All these shops are in your soul
Open the doors and life unfolds.
© L. RAMS
poem by Louis Rams
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Trust no one' said my poor Mom
I salute you Mom what you said is perfectly correct.
Life never gives me the happiness
And poor honest men always collect the tears.
In the burning desert of life you dig and sometimes find the scorched gold that has no value in the pawn shop.
I dream one day my flowing tears would convert to black diamonds,
At least they value those in the hell.
*My poor Mom pawned her all the valuables for my education and she dreamed that one day I come home with the oaths as a graduate.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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