Squelch The Weasel
Squelch the little weasel, crush him before he spawns
Break it to me gently, but with merriment and song
Squelch the little weasel, juice him as he bleeds
Feed him to the many, for thoust their souls shall weep
Sipping of the sunray blading in the earth
Evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth
I was just a puppet until the clouds caved in
Bless me now you are sacred my flesh betwixt my skin
Sipping of the sunray blading in the earth
Evolving was the nectar given to the weasel birth
song performed by by Ween
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I Gots A Weasel
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
Jumped in.....
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
Said somethin to show me the blimp, babe
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
I got me this big weasel out!
Weasel, teazel pleazel pleazel
Got a weasel its a teazel mah pleazel
Got a weasel teazel my pleazel got a weasel
Got a weasel its a pleazal mah bay!
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
It come through the roof in a blimp!
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
Weasel flying upstairs in the air!
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah weasel -- got a weasel
I got the weasel jumped in the air!
Weasel, teazel pleazel pleazel
Got a weasel its a teazel mah pleazel
Got a weasel pleazel my pleazel pleazel weasel
Got a weasel its a pleazal mah bay!
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
Weasel flyin around up in the ceiling!
Got a weasel -- its a teazel -- mah pleazel -- mah pleazel -- got a weasel
He jumped upstairs and down again!
Yeah!
song performed by by Ween
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Weasel Face
Twenty four hours ago
No one could help me
I'm alone in life
No where to go
So I picked up the phone
Called out for help
Some one please help me
I'm afraid and alone
Weasel face
Weasel face
Weasel face
It's way past midnight
T.V. set is on
It's my only friend
One crisis after another
Ain't no loser or quitter
It's all or nothin' baby
'Cause we fought so hard
For our piece of this world
Weasel face
Weasel face
Weasel face
song performed by by Ramones from Halfway To Sanity
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The Dove And Weasel
He was solitary, cruel n' tough
A weasel "Bad to the bone"
He, gentle, wise n' downy soft
"The dove of love" 'twas widely known
One day the dove came upon the beast
Touched down lightly on the ground
Weasel thought "I'll eat this tiny feast"
As hungrily he circled round n' round
Before he could pounce they locked eyes
Drool dripping off weasel's pointy chin
But something happened much to his surprise
The dove began to softly sing n' spin
'I bring peace n' goodwill to you" He cooed
Weasel froze in place n' stared in wonder
"I've come to teach you humility n' gratitude"
"To devour me my friend would be to blunder"
"I'm a weasel n' must do what weasels do"
"You're just another meal to me" he said"
"If they were here I'd eat your parents too"
"You'll have no need to sing n' spin once dead"
Undeterred the fearless dove sang on
"How sweet it is to love you precious one"
"I seek not be your folly or Rubicon"
"Come sing n' spin with me my son"
Hearing this the weasel began to cry
He begged forgiveness for his many sins
The dove moved close n' dried his eyes
Whispered softly;
"This is when your life truly begins"
Just then the Dove became a Living Jesus
The weasel became the first human being
The man fell down n' begged forgiveness
"How dare I destroy such a precious thing"
The Lord smiled n' said "Now you know,
"How peace n' love compel a soul to grow"
ROTMS
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Everything Right Is Wrong Again
Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her
Wake me when its over, touch my face
Tell me every word has been erased
Dont you want to know the reason
Why the cupboards not appealing
Dont you get the feeling that
Everything thats right is wrong again
Youre a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesnt stop the feeling
Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
The song is over now
Everything right is wrong again
Every movement false, every four is waltz again
Every five and dimes been gained and spent
Tell me that you like my float upstream
Draw the line dividing laugh and scream
You know everything that I know so I know
Youve heard the voice that makes the silent noise
That says that
Everything thats right is wrong again
Youre a weasel overcome with dinge
Weasel overcome but not before the damage done
The healing doesnt stop the feeling
Everything right is wrong again
Just like in the long long trailer
All the dishes got broken and the car kept driving
And nobody would stop to save her
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
And now the song is over now
The song is over now
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Cabin Tale
THE YOUNG MASTER ASKS FOR A STORY
Whut you say, dah? huh, uh! chile,
You 's enough to dribe me wile.
Want a sto'y; jes' hyeah dat!
Whah' 'll I git a sto'y at?
Di'n' I tell you th'ee las' night?
Go 'way, honey, you ain't right.
I got somep'n' else to do,
'Cides jes' tellin' tales to you.
Tell you jes' one? Lem me see
Whut dat one's a-gwine to be.
When you 's ole, yo membry fails;
Seems lak I do' know no tales.
Well, set down dah in dat cheer,
Keep still ef you wants to hyeah.
Tek dat chin up off yo' han's,
Set up nice now. Goodness lan's!
Hol' yo'se'f up lak yo' pa.
Bet nobidy evah saw
Him scrunched down lak you was den--
High-tone boys meks high-tone men.
Once dey was a ole black bah,
Used to live 'roun' hyeah some whah
In a cave. He was so big
He could ca'y off a pig
Lak you picks a chicken up,
Er yo' leetles' bit o' pup.
An' he had two gread big eyes,
Jes' erbout a saucer's size.
Why, dey looked lak balls o' fiah
Jumpin' 'roun' erpon a wiah
W'en dat bah was mad; an' laws!
But you ought to seen his paws!
Did I see 'em? How you 'spec
I 's a-gwine to ricollec'
Dis hyeah ya'n I 's try'n' to spin
Ef you keeps on puttin' in?
You keep still an' don't you cheep
Less I 'll sen' you off to sleep.
Dis hyeah bah 'd go trompin' 'roun'
Eatin' evahthing he foun';
No one could n't have a fa'm
But dat bah 'u'd do' em ha'm;
And dey could n't ketch de scamp.
Anywhah he wan'ed to tramp.
Dah de scoun'el 'd mek his track,
Do his du't an' come on back.
He was sich a sly ole limb,
Traps was jes' lak fun to him.
Now, down neah whah Mistah Bah
Lived, dey was a weasel dah;
But dey was n't fren's a-tall
Case de weasel was so small.
An' de bah 'u'd, jes' fu' sass,
Tu'n his nose up w'en he 'd pass.
Weasels 's small o' cose, but my!
Dem air animiles is sly.
So dis hyeah one says, says he,
'I 'll jes' fix dat bah, you see.'
So he fixes up his plan
An' hunts up de fa'merman.
When de fa'mer see him come,
He 'mence lookin' mighty glum,
An' he ketches up a stick;
But de weasel speak up quick:
'Hol' on, Mistah Fa'mer man,
I wan' 'splain a little plan.
Ef you waits, I 'll tell you whah
An' jes' how to ketch ol' Bah.
But I tell yow now you mus'
Gin me one fat chicken fus'.'
Den de man he scratch his haid,
Las' he say, 'I'll mek de trade.'
So de weasel et his hen,
Smacked his mouf and says, 'Well, den,
Set yo' trap an' bait ternight,
An' I 'll ketch de bah all right.'
Den he ups an' goes to see
Mistah Bah, an' says, says he:
'Well, fren' Bah, we _ain't_ been fren's,
But ternight ha'd feelin' 'en's.
Ef you ain't too proud to steal,
We kin git a splendid meal.
Cose I would n't come to you,
But it mus' be done by two;
Hit's a trap, but we kin beat
All dey tricks an' git de meat.'
'Cose I 's wif you,' says de bah,
'Come on, weasel, show me whah.'
Well, dey trots erlong ontwell
Dat air meat beginned to smell
In de trap. Den weasel say:
'Now you put yo' paw dis way
While I hol' de spring back so,
Den you grab de meat an' go.'
Well, de bah he had to grin
Ez he put his big paw in,
Den he juked up, but--kerbing!
Weasel done let go de spring.
'Dah now,' says de weasel, 'dah,
I done cotched you, Mistah Bah!'
O, dat bah did sno't and spout,
Try'n' his bestes' to git out,
But de weasel say, 'Goo'-bye!
Weasel small, but weasel sly.'
Den he tu'ned his back an' run
Tol' de fa'mer whut he done.
So de fa'mer come down dah,
Wif a axe and killed de bah.
Dah now, ain't dat sto'y fine?
Run erlong now, nevah min'.
Want some mo', you rascal, you?
No, suh! no, suh! dat 'll do.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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My Ferret Sees a Therapist
My ferret sees a therapist,
On Wednesdays after sipping tea.
I thought it best to seek out counseling
To help me adjust to her personality.
Neither dog or cat nor weasel or squirrel,
Her therapist suggested I should call her Earl.
And when I called her Earl, she'd stare...
'I'm a Duchess, damnit! A lady! Don't you dare! '
Of course, my ferret receives much attention.
Some think she's a rodent of unusual dimension!
She's funny and bright and quicker than most.
My neighbors downstairs feed her whole wheat toast!
Yes, she's got us all in the palm of her paws.
Naturally, I'm flattered, amused and awed!
But somehow, I admit, she has me quite confused.
I can search and search and...'She finds my shoes! '
Smirking as she brings them chewed to me!
My obvious displeasure has her dancing with glee!
My ferret sees a therapist,
On Wednesdays after sipping tea.
On Thursdays I will go alone,
Since my ferret and the therapist
Agree this is best for me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Some weasel took the cork out of my lunch.
quote by W.C. Fields
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The marten is proud where there is no weasel.
I haven't really forgotten what it's like to be a teenager and how much it sucked.
quote by Ben Weasel
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The weasel comes to say ""Happy New Year!"" to the chickens.
The Gallows
There was a weasel lived in the sun
With all his family,
Till a keeper shot him with his gun
And hung him up on a tree,
Where he swings in the wind and rain,
In the sun and in the snow,
Without pleasure, without pain,
On the dead oak tree bough.
There was a crow who was no sleeper,
But a thief and a murderer
Till a very late hour; and this keeper
Made him one of the things that were,
To hang and flap in rain and wind,
In the sun and in the snow.
There are no more sins to be sinned
On the dead oak tree bough.
There was a magpie, too,
Had a long tongue and a long tail;
He could talk and do -
But what did that avail?
He, too, flaps in the wind and rain
Alongside weasel and crow,
Without pleasue, without pain,
On the dead oak tree bough.
And many other beasts
And birds, skin, bone, and feather,
Have been taken from their feasts
And hung up there together,
To swing and have endless leisure
In the sun and in the snow,
Without pain, without pleasure,
On the dead oak tree bough.
poem by Edward Thomas
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I Loved A Man
(elton john/ george martin - lyrics based on the works of dylan thomas )
Producers for bonnie: george martin
Recorded in 1988 for george martin's production of dylan thomas's play 'under milk wood'. bonnie guested with a host of other welsh stars, including anthony hopkins and tom jones. lyrics taken from careful listening.
I loved a man who's name was tom
He's strong as a bear and two yards long
I loved a man who's name was dick
He was big as a barrel and three feet thick
And i loved a man who's name was harry
Six feet tall and sweet as a cherry
But the one i love best, awake or asleep
Was little willie wee, and he's six feet deep
Oh tom, dick and harry were three fine men
And i'll never have such loving again
Little willie wee who took me on his knee
Little willie weasel was the man for me
Now men from every parish 'round
Run after me and roll me on the ground
But whenever i love another man back
Johnny from the hill, or sailing jack
I always think as they do what they please
Of tom, dick and harry who are tall as trees
But most i think when i'm by their side
Of little willie wee who downed and died
Oh tom, dick and harry were three fine men
And i'll never have such loving again
Little willie wee who took me on his knee
Little willie weasel was the man for me
Little willie weasel was the man for me
(the following is a reprise featured later)
Now when farmers boys on the first fair day
Come down from the hills to drink and be gay
Before the sun sinks, i lie there in their arms
For they're good bad boys from the lonely farms
And i always think as we tumble into bed
Of little willie wee, who's dead, dead, dead
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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The Visitor
The walls shriek with the eyes
of mangled pigeons, the weasel's glittering teeth,
the aimless thrashing of the terrified.
The heart clings to the prisoner's hand.
Forever it beats, song of the deserted,
as snipers circle about him.
And still he emerges from the crush of frozen cells.
Absorbed in the spirals of a choked life,
he looks to the interior, drinks from God's spring—
And the visitor shivers. He comes for nothing.
poem by Ernst Toller
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Big Jilm
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim
Dreamin and schemin, screamin and bleedin - big jim
Froggy in the meadow under the log - big jim
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim
Big jim
Whats the biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim
I mean, whats the biggest, biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim
Rollin and wheelin, stealin and dealin - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
(doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo)
Bol weevil, its a pleasel, its a pleasel, my weasel - big jim (big jim!)
Dreamin and schemin, screamin and bleedin - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
Froggy in the meadow under the log - big jim (big jim!)
Big jim
I mean, biggest thing you ever did done see?
Big jim (big jim)
Biggest thing you ever did done see - big jim (big jim! big jim!)
Doo doo doo, doo doo doo doo doo (big jim)
Doo doo doo
song performed by by Ween
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The Act Remains The Same
Studying to steal from someone,
What they have created and done...
Is not innovation.
It's stealing.
No matter how this activity is interpretated.
The act remains the same.
However a weasel whittles away to connive.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The public, more often than not, will forgive mistakes, but it will not forgive trying to wriggle and weasel out of one.
quote by Lewis Grizzard
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Because success is such a weasel word anyway, it's such a horribly American word, and it's such a vamp and, I think it's a death trap.
quote by Daniel Berrigan
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We procured from an Indian a weasel perfectly white except the extremity of the tail which was black: great numbers of wild geese are passing to the south, but their flight is too high for us to procure any of them.
quote by Meriwether Lewis
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0006 Weasel Words
It’s such fun spotting them –
this should be built into the syllabus
of every English class: to con the cons;
sharpens the mind, too –
those words that cloak deceit,
prevarication, ignorance,
evade the point of a discussion,
evade answering the vital question and questioner,
simplify the complex,
complicate the simple…
‘the real point is..’
say they, switching the agenda
to the home ground of their local thought,
‘more to the point is…’
‘more importantly…’ (that’s smart..)
said quickly (that's the trick
of weasel words - make them seem
more like an um or er or hello or throat-clear
or, just some punctuation mark) ..
and anyone who says
‘it’s absolutely clear…’
should be frogmarched off
to the Absolute, his, her, itself
to answer in person for their arrogance..
the rest of us left, of course, to guess that
if they say that… it just ain’t…
and now, there are ‘mission statements’ –
confronted with some cruel inhumanity
perpetrated on the innocent individual or group
by some institution, public, private -
a ‘spokesman’ solemnly reels off
the high ideals they stand by to deliver,
which just happen to be totally
at odds with the (often unmentioned)
suffering caused to some (better unmentioned...) human being..
pop goes a good old weasel in the football press
today: “We take this area of regulation
very seriously. When we find evidence
of breaches of rules and regulations,
we investigate thoroughly” – you bet they do;
but how about that ‘when we find’?
try ‘when we seek to find’…
I rest my case. And so would they too, if they could..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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You Thought Wrong (feat. Tamyra Gray)
(feat. Tamyra Gray)
I see how your trying to weasel
your way in
boy i know how you manueveur
with your confusion
you tell me that i'm your only
and how bad that you want me
well then why are you so shady
if i'm supposed to be your lady
why should I believe anyting you say
and how could you shame me that way
tell me where where did you get the nerve
to even think that you you could
play me wrong
you thought we didn't know
you thought we were in the dark
but boy your covers blown
cause we both know now
you thought you had us fooled
at your beck
song performed by by Kelly Clarkson
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