To Let
To Let
(Xavier Rudd)
The sun is peaking
The sun is peering across the bay
I am walking
Sucking stale air on this fine day
Lady squeaking
Lady she shuffles ten feet in front
Her pants are squeaking
Her pants are squeaking as she does
I'll sit him down
I'll sit him down
The sun is peering across the bay
I am walking
Sucking stale air on this fine day
I'll sit him down
I'll sit him down
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Here don't fly away now
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Here don't fly away now
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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To Let
To Let
(Xavier Rudd)
The sun is peaking
The sun is peering across the bay
I am walking
Sucking stale air on this fine day
Lady squeaking
Lady she shuffles ten feet in front
Her pants are squeaking
Her pants are squeaking as she does
I'll sit him down
I'll sit him down
The sun is peering across the bay
I am walking
Sucking stale air on this fine day
I'll sit him down
I'll sit him down
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Here don't fly away now
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Would you let me know
Would you let me go
Here don't fly away now
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Fine Line
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
Don't pretend you don't see
What's in front of your eyes
We're scraping the gutter
Or we're touching the skies
There's times when I feel
I'm in the eye of a storm
But there's times when I feel
That we could fly up to the moon
To the moon
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
I know you agree that
We should try to work it out
It's too good to throw away
I never had a doubt
We're so good together
And there's nothing to prove
Seems we gotta learn
To take the rough times with the smooth
With the smooth
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
You're walking a fine line
You're living on borrowed time
You're walking a fine line
song performed by by Will Young from From Now On
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That Lady
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Lovely lady (who's that lady)
Real fine lady (who's that lady)
Hear me calling out to you
'Cause that's all that I can do
Your eyes tell me to pursue
But you say "Look yeah, but don't touch, baby"
Nah, nah, nah don't touch
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Sexy lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Real fine lady (who's that lady)
I would dance upon a string
Any gift she'd want I'd bring
I would give her anything
If she would just do what I say
Come 'round my way, baby
Shine my way
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Lovely lady (who's that lady)
Real real fine lady (who's that lady)
I would love to take her home
But her heart is made of stone
Gotta keep on keepin' on
If I don't she'll do me wrong
Do me wrong, yeah
(Instrumental)
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Who's That Lady
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Lovely lady (who's that lady)
Real fine lady (who's that lady)
Hear me callin' out to you
'Cause it's all that I can do
Your eyes tell me to pursue
But you say look yeah, but don't touch (but don't touch), baby
nah, nah, nah don't touch
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Sexy lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Real fine lady (who's that lady)
I would dance upon a string
Any gift she'd wanna bring
I would give her anything
If she would just do what I say (just do what I say)
Come 'round my way, baby
Shine my way
Who's that lady (who's that lady)
Beautiful lady (who's that lady)
Lovely lady (who's that lady)
Real fine lady (who's that lady)
I would love to take her home
But her heart is made of stone
I would keep on keepin' on
If I don't she'll do me wrong
Do me wrong, yeah
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Whos That Lady
Whos that lady......(whos that lady)
Beautiful lady........(whos that lady)
Lovely lady...........( whos that lady)
Real fine lady
Hear me calling out to you
cause thats all that I can do
Your eyes tell me to pursue
But you say look, yea, but dont touch baby!
No, no, no dont touch
Whos that lady......(whos that lady)
Sexy lady.............(whos that lady)
Beautiful lady........(whos that lady)
Real fine lady
I would dance upon a string
Any gifts shed want Id bring
I would giver her anything
If she would just do what I say
Come round my way baby
Shine my way
Whos that lady
Beautiful lady
Lovely lady
Real real fine lady
I would love to take her home
But her heart is made of stone
But Ill keep on keepin on
If I dont shell do me wrong
Do me wrong
Background: look yeah, but dont touch
Just do what I say
Dont, shell do me wrong
song performed by by Santana
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Squeaky Armour
Shoes with whistle, I still remember,
Guarded my feet like a squeaking armour;
Every step applauds with squeaks,
And showered kisses on the cheeks.
poem by Ranjit Ravindran (26 December 2009)
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While the mouse in the walls may look from afar at a cat, he does well not to go squeaking about it.
The squeaking wheel doesn't always get the grease. Sometimes it gets replaced.
quote by Vic Gold
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Qou Vadis, Melvin
Let us start with
An immovable object
Meeting an irresistible force,
What happens, Melvin?
Start with a glass
Half filled,
Half empty,
What now Melvin,
What do you see?
What will you say?
Or the most common
Argument of a hand
With a small bird
Held by an old man,
And you are the young
Boy asking, what do
You say now Melvin?
Is the bird alive or
Dead, is the bed forever
Remembered or forgotten?
A squeaking bed,
A bed,
Now, just any kind of bed
Reduced to an essence of bed
Like any other kind of bed
Where you sleep, in fact
Where everybody sleeps
The bed is now forgotten
And all squeaking beds
Are similar, nothing significant
And all the faces you met
Are similar faces in the
Marketplace, in the most
Common places of your heart,
That is forgetting something
That you cannot really forget,
Make them so familiar, so ordinary,
You get immunized, you get so numb
All of them similar, so affordable
Nothing hurts anymore, nothing
Even if you remember, there is nothing anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Subaltern
He turned to me with his kind, sleepy gaze
And fresh face slowly brightening to the grin
That sets my memory back to summer days,
With twenty runs to make, and last man in.
He told me he’d been having a bloody time
In trenches, crouching for the crumps to burst,
While squeaking rats scampered across the slime
And the grey palsied weather did its worst.
But as he stamped and shivered in the rain,
My stale philosophies had served him well;
Dreaming about his girl had sent his brain
Blanker than ever—she’d no place in Hell....
‘Good God!’ he laughed, and slowly filled his pipe,
Wondering ‘why he always talked such tripe’.
poem by Siegfried Sassoon
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Confused
i was walking
along a busy road
of this village
where the sound of
squeaking bikes
abound, and
this old woman
carrying a basket of
fish
stared at me, i
was carrying a book
and an umbrella
it was sunny and
the old woman
stared at me, perhaps
i guess, he must
have missed his son,
perhaps his son
stopped schooling
enlisted himself as
a soldier
because there is no
more money
to spend
for his tuition in
school....
perhaps, his
son died in
combat, and perhaps
his son once had
a book.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I'm trying to go to sleep and there are little noises, like a clock ticking or a fan squeaking, it drives me completely insane.
quote by James Lafferty
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Put Those Pants Back On
Look, BOY!
Pull those pants up.
Or either take them off.
'But POP? '
Don't you 'POP me boy.
You heard what I said.
'Ooookkkaaay.'
What are you doing?
Put those pants back on.
'That's what I've been trying to tell you.
I am overdressed these days.
Some of the kids are totally butt naked.
And they are allowed because they have high grades! '
So what are you saying?
You get F's on purpose?
'Well...
Kinda.'
Well..
Kinda put those pants around your waist.
And kinda do it with a belt.
I don't care if you are perceived,
To be the dumbest walking the hallways in school.
Your ass will stay covered.
Is that understood?
'Yes.'
Yes what?
'Yes, Your Majesty.'
Hee with two Haahs.
Now get out of here.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Adolescent hormones…
I have a devil in my pants
With a three pronged lance
Look here? Look there?
Look everywhere?
The whores of Babylon
And the wenches of France
Are serving up a dance
In my pants, in my pants
In my pants,
Yet; my heart wants romance.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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Aimless Lady
Aimless lady, is this your home town?
Tell me baby, tell me where youre bound.
When our eyes met, you were in the very first row.
I couldnt even guess your name, but I just had to know.
You were meant for me, would you grab your coat and flee?
You were a mystery, but you just had to be ...
An aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Should I try, and satisfy, you lady?
Aint no lie, now well get by, my baby.
If you can stand, a real good man, now lady,
Take my hand, and understand, me baby.
Take your time, youre doing fine, now lady.
You got yours, and I got mine, now baby.
Can you see, the way to be, now lady.
Stay with me, and set me free, now baby.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Aimless lady.
Youre mine aimless lady.
Yeah, aimless lady.
Youre mine aimless lady.
Mine, aimless lady.
Oooo ...
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Washed Animals
After ablutions and breakfast, the cattle are raised
To be fine helpers in the family farm so to speak.
Turning the radio to a desirable station our keeping
Is alerted by the frowning of a gentlemanly farmer.
From the supermarket a produce is used for excellence
To remain in the morning of salutations and remembrance.
The cattle grow everyday to enlighten and disburden,
This pouring out of wine into the jug of the golden variety
Is stale action, stale thought and stale wording.
We as cleanliness must reach a proper income
By instigating and stating the sum of money.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Walking Away
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away
sometimes some people get me wrong
when it's something I've said or done
sometimes you feel there is no fun
that's why you turn and run
but now I truly realise
some people don't wanna cpomromise
well I saw them with my own eyes spreading those lies
and well I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights
not mentioning the fights i'm sorry to say lady
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away
Well I'm so tired baby
things you say you're driving me away
whispers in the powder room baby
don't listen to the games they play
girl I thought you'd realise
I'm not like them other guys
coz I saw them with my own eyes
you should've been more wise
and well I don't wanna live my life too many sleepless nights
not mentioning the fights I'm sorry to say lady
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away from the troubles in my life
I'm walking away oh to find a better day
I'm walking away
song performed by by Craig David from Born To Do It
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Lady Day
When she walked on down the street
She was like a child staring at her feet
But when she passed the bar
And she heard the music play
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
She had to go in and sing
It had to be that way
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
After the applause had died down
And the people drifted away
She climbed down off the bar
And went out the door
To the hotel
That she called home
It had greenish walls
A bathroom in the hall
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
And I said no, no, no
Oh, lady day
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The caged lust
A stale wife is not a stale woman.
A stale husband is not a stale man.
Woman is a magnet to a stranger.
Man is a bullet to a stranger.
12.03.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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