The Rotary
Thanks to erich sellheim
Im warning you
Im warning you now
Look out people as its the holy cow
Its the rotary
I told you bout the spinning top
And thats a dance you gotta drop
Because the rotary is in
The rotary, the rotary
The dance youve got to top is the brand-new spinning top
Thats out, this is the rotary
The rotary
This is a thing thats definitely gonna make captain beefheart
And his magic band look bad
They thought they had it with the blimp
Well Im talking to you about the rotary
People will be coming, will be twirling, twirling, twirling, twirling
The rotary
You can jump it, I can jump it
Everybody can jump it
Grab an armadillo, grab your husband, grab anybody
The rotary
The rotary, the rotary, oh, the rotary
Its the thing thats for me and you
Ooh, ooh, the rotary
I can see the precision
Theyre lining up, falling over
Theyre going crazy
They cant get enough of the rotary
Yes, siree
The rotary
Turning, turning, turning, turning...
Youre burning, burning, burning...
With the rotary, ooh
Yes, siree
The rotary
I shouldnt want you to get this confused with any other dance craze
Because this is the one
Oh, the rotary
Youll be burning all your clothes
And youll be burning all of your jewellery
You will be the rotary
Its nothing like anarchy
No, siree
Its, its the rotary
The rotary, the rotary...
R.o.t.a.r.y.
Rotary, the rotary
Youll want to do it, do it with me
Youll want to do it, you can do it for free
The rotary
Go on terry, play the rotary
How do you think he got the second half of his name?
Terry is the last part of rotary
Drum it up, drum it up...
song performed by by Xtc
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The Rotary
Thanks to erich sellheim
Im warning you
Im warning you now
Look out people as its the holy cow
Its the rotary
I told you bout the spinning top
And thats a dance you gotta drop
Because the rotary is in
The rotary, the rotary
The dance youve got to top is the brand-new spinning top
Thats out, this is the rotary
The rotary
This is a thing thats definitely gonna make captain beefheart
And his magic band look bad
They thought they had it with the blimp
Well Im talking to you about the rotary
People will be coming, will be twirling, twirling, twirling, twirling
The rotary
You can jump it, I can jump it
Everybody can jump it
Grab an armadillo, grab your husband, grab anybody
The rotary
The rotary, the rotary, oh, the rotary
Its the thing thats for me and you
Ooh, ooh, the rotary
I can see the precision
Theyre lining up, falling over
Theyre going crazy
They cant get enough of the rotary
Yes, siree
The rotary
Turning, turning, turning, turning...
Youre burning, burning, burning...
With the rotary, ooh
Yes, siree
The rotary
I shouldnt want you to get this confused with any other dance craze
Because this is the one
Oh, the rotary
Youll be burning all your clothes
And youll be burning all of your jewellery
You will be the rotary
Its nothing like anarchy
No, siree
Its, its the rotary
The rotary, the rotary...
R.o.t.a.r.y.
Rotary, the rotary
Youll want to do it, do it with me
Youll want to do it, you can do it for free
The rotary
Go on terry, play the rotary
How do you think he got the second half of his name?
Terry is the last part of rotary
Drum it up, drum it up...
song performed by by Xtc
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Rotarians
The Symbol
The speaking at the Rotary is Praise devoid of Proof
The talking at the Rotary turns mostly on the oof
But both require an Emblem; and a Wheel is just the thing
When you argue in a circle and do business in a Ring.
At a Rotarian Lunch
Broken on another wheel than Rotary
St. Catherine's body set her spirit free
Here rests the body that the soul may squirm
In all joints broken to a jointless worm.
A Declaration of Dependence
The Jeffersonian justice which
Degenerate hucksters quote
Republicans have had by right
Rotarians by rote
poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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Our House With The Rotary Phone
I sit in a room that no longer exists
On a chair long since splintered and gone
While I pick at a meal I once would devour
in our house with the rotary phone.
I sit in the room that doesn’t exist
Enjoying my choice of ice creams
Recalling the window in Tiffany glass
Forgive an old man his daydreams
A simple “A” frame with three beds and a bath,
obsolete, yes, but our home.
It stood with its’ sisters on Queens borough Hill,
where the L.I.E. jams are well known.
I had known for some time that her best days were gone
A plywood fence circled our home
Title had passed to a contractor’s hands
Neglected, our house looked forlorn
My past like a picture ripped from its frame
They left not a stone on a stone
Not even the numbers on wood painted green
of our house with the rotary phone.
Our house and its twin have been wrecked and removed
And replaced with a modern brick “home”
So pardon my tear as I stand at the bier
Of our house with the rotary phone
poem by John F. McCullagh
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It would not be fair to the critics of Rotary, who include some of the most brilliant of the British and American writers, to charge them with prejudice.
quote by Paul Harris
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It has been the way of Rotary to focus thought upon matters in which members are in agreement, rather than upon matters in which they are in disagreement.
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Singing is not indulged in by Rotary clubs of some countries and all clubs are given full privilege to do as they please about including it in their programs.
quote by Paul Harris
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Rotary provides training at all levels so that those who have been selected for leadership positions have the opportunity to learn and apply leadership principles to their jobs.
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Shackles
an old Esso sign,
broken down,
standing in the corner.
empty block building,
windows broke out,
wind whistles through the dust.
an old set of shackles,
hanging on a peg.
two broken chairs,
and an empty coke bottle.
lost on the road
that no one travels anymore.
an old rotary phone...
a tattered flag on the floor.
an old Chevy up on blocks,
black crows flying overhead...
i sit down and light a smoke,
staring at the shackles....
and letting go!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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song performed by by Neil Young
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Destiny Unbound
Highway bills on the rotary still and he cant even feel the painof a sun dried shoulder and a scar from a boulderthat cut him right across his veinnow hes suckin cigar and hes shovelin tar
E crater of a turnpike terrainhes got only one hope, and he wants to elope,cuz highway jill is driving him insane.
We gotta get on the road, destiny unboundshes the one for me we gotta get outta townwe gotta get on the road, destiny unboundshes the one for me we gotta get outta townhighway jill was a daffodil with a cactus sense of prideat the wheel of a tractor, she was quite an impactorwhen the road rocks started to slideshe saw bill drop his shovel on a pile of gravelas he climbed up out of his ditchshe was wonderstruck when he climbed in her truckhe said Ive been havin this everlasting itch
Chorus
At first she was cold, she was ready to scoldthis guy from the pit with a thing in his headbut then she thought twice when he melted her icewith his passionate eyes she was energized!she started the ignition and without permissionthe two of em flew down the dusty roadbut the road wasnt finished and the pavement diminishedthey soared off the edge and they plunged in the sludge
She said:there isnt even any road, our destiny was boundwe were the ones for us but now were in the ground(4x)
song performed by by Phish
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Rotary
Closer to a bell than a bird,
that clapper ringing
the clear name
of its inventor:
by turns louder
and quieter than a clock,
its numbered face
was more literate,
triplets of alphabet
like grace notes
above each digit.
And when you dialed,
each number was a shallow hole
your finger dragged
to the silver
comma-boundary,
then the sound of the hole
traveling back
to its proper place
on the circle.
You had to wait for its return.
You had to wait.
Even if you were angry
and your finger flew,
you had to await
the round trip
of seven holes
before you could speak.
The rotary was weird for lag,
for the afterthought.
Before the touch-tone,
before the speed-dial,
before the primal grip
of the cellular,
they built glass houses
around telephones:
glass houses in parking lots,
by the roadside,
on sidewalks.
When you stepped in
and closed the door,
transparency hugged you,
and you could almost see
your own lips move,
the dumb-show
of your new secrecy.
Why did no one think
to conserve the peal?
Just try once
to sing it to yourself:
it's gone,
like the sound of breath
if your body left.
poem by Christina Pugh
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The SS: Who Will You Kill?
S.O.S
Save Our Souls
Save Our Souls From The SS
Save Our Souls From Demon Spawn Nazis!
Under Nazi Ideology!
the SS will exterminate the racially inferior
Jews Poles Romani Slavic
the chosen SS will implement the Final Solution
killing torturing enslaving
approximately twelve million people!
the SS will purge threats to race hygiene
the mentally or physically ill homosexuals!
the SS will terminate political dissidents
as enemies of our Supreme Nazi State
marked will be members of labour organizations
any perceived to be criminally affiliated
with religious political and social groups!
any group opposed to the Nazi Regime
any group with views contradictory to goals
of Nazi Government in the Third Reich
the Nazi State and Empire will hunt down
to exterminate clergy of all faiths! (except Islam)
inclusions will include Communists,
Freemasons, Jehovah’s Witness, Rotary Club
members all ear marked for extermination!
Did you make the Nazi hate kill list?
Congratulations your Dead! Dead! Dead!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also The Holocaust Files!
poem by Terence George Craddock
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song performed by by Neil Young
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Under The Banner of Reformation
A don’t know
What I’m happy
Or suffering
Every time
When last night
I had dreamed about you
When my wife
Had been fast asleep
After watch the last film on TV
Where all children were lied on the floor
While the vane of fan rotary
Along night
Ah, hot wheatear
In draught
I have been waiting for along time
Your desirable hair coil
On the old rattan chair
My hand to and fro open
The old magazine
Which full of photos of Soekarno
With his baldheaded
Suffered in the army jail
He had been lost their adoration
Democracy and freedom grow
A moment and then fade off
We have to think in uniform
In the whole archipelago
After its creativity had been fade off
And changed with praise
To the national leaders
Aught, its already done
Changed a revolution word
With development of cities
Highway juts from point to point
Among archipelago with chain of debt
Strangulation on our neck
Which paid by our whole natural resources
And perspiration of our people
To day, Soeharto had been lied
With his own prison, had been traped
Which his own deed, decrepit and aching
While the people who praised in his decade of his powers, sit in rocking chair, pretend think to the people destiny
In the mids of economical crisis, eartquake, ooze, flood, Tzunami
and smoke from the forest frazzle
who sit in the chair of Five Star Hotel
drink a cup of coffee, beer, and whisky
his eyes ball greedy gobble core of strephtese
till daybreak
agh, heve you finished your hair coils
you went out from the door with pink kebaya
with beatutiful hair coils
but why riding bicycle alone
ain’t I’m already to pick up you
for going to the churh
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Burning Up
Would you believe me
If I said Id never lie
Though it aint easy
I can tell you I have tried
But I got to say
That it comes those days
That I told something untrue
Would you forgive me
If I said Id lied to you
This is my fear
To tell you what Ive done
As things come clear
Im afraid that youll be gone
But all I know
Is if you go
At least Ive told whats true
Hope youll forgive me
When I say Ive lied to you
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
How will you kill me
For what Im about to tell
Please do it gently
cause you know Im bound for hell
All I know is
Ive lost my soul
Im burning inside
Hope youll forgive me
Yes I have lied
Oh yes Ive lied
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Now you know that Ive gone
And Ive been untrue to you
And once its told
Well you know theres nothing we can do
I regret that I let this get so out of hand
I pray, please stay, that youll understand
Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Yes Im burning up
Im burning for you
When the truth has been spoken
Theres nothing I can do
Im burning up...
(repeat)
song performed by by Eagle Eye Cherry
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Spinning :)
Round and round
Spinning to the ground
This sound of joy and happiness
The noises of enjoyment
The dance that takes place
Flying colours
Twirling shapes
Childish laughter
Round and round
The world keeps spinning
Despite all the anger
It’s spinning through darkness
Shedding light in all directions
This dance is fun
This dance will be won
Spinning, falling, laughing
More, More, More
I hunger for more of this
This colour, this happiness
This constant excitement
Spinning to the ground
The things that you see
Things that you hear
Leaving little space for fear
Jump up! Fall down!
Don’t ever stop spinning round!
Turn To Me
Turn to me, Burning me, Turn to me, Burning me
From all the taking down,
To the driving far away.
As if we're lost and found,
Removing us everyday yeah.
Pushing things too far,
Or never moving it along.
Forgiving and forget,
Only makes one person strong.
Hoping and finding, resisting, denying,
Hey, with your classic words of
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
There's no familiar face, or a hand to cling upon,
We've walked a short distance, but it took so very long.
Hoping and fighting, resisting, denying,
With your classic words of
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Knowing that we'll jump a little too high to live
Knowing that it's safe, but not safe enogh to give.
Your heart, your dream, no give, no recieve,
Respect, believe, turn to me.
Turn to me, burning me
Turn to me, time to turn you off,
Burning, me, turn to me, resisting, denying.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Oh why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you, why don't you
turn to me baby, time to turn you off,
Turning me not burning me, turning me not burning me, now turning me not
burning me, yeahhhhhh.
Turning me, oh burning me now na-ba-dupa-ba-dupa-ba-dupa yeahhhhhh
Turn me, oh burning me, why don't you burn me yeahhhhh
Turn to me, that's what you say
When you're burning me, that's what you do,
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off.
Turn to me, that's what you say,
When you're burning me, that's what you do,
When you turn to me, need more days
And the time to turn you off!!
song performed by by Vanessa Amorosi
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America Politica Historia, In Spontaneity
O this political air so heavy with the bells
and motors of a slow night, and no place to rest
but rain to walk—How it rings the Washington streets!
The umbrella’d congressmen; the rapping tires
of big black cars, the shoulders of lobbyists
caught under canopies and in doorways,
and it rains, it will not let up,
and meanwhile lame futurists weep into Spengler’s
prophecy, will the world be over before the races blend color?
All color must be one or let the world be done—
There’ll be a chance, we’ll all be orange!
I don’t want to be orange!
Nothing about God’s color to complain;
and there is a beauty in yellow, the old Lama
in his robe the color of Cathay;
in black a strong & vital beauty,
Thelonious Monk in his robe of Norman charcoal—
And if Western Civilization comes to an end
(though I doubt it, for the prophet has not
executed his prophecy) surely the Eastern child
will sit by a window, and wonder
the old statues, the ornamented doors;
the decorated banquet of the West—
Inflamed by futurists I too weep in rain at night
at the midnight of Western Civilization;
Dante’s step into Hell will never be forgotten by Hell;
the Gods’ adoption of Homer will never be forgotten by the Gods;
the books of France are on God’s bookshelf;
no civil war will take place on the fields of God;
and I don’t doubt the egg of the East its glory—
Yet it rains and the motors go
and continued when I slept by that wall in Washington
which separated the motors in the death-parlor
where Joe McCarthy lay, lean and stilled,
ten blocks from the Capitol—
I could never understand Uncle Sam
his red & white striped pants his funny whiskers his starry hat:
how surreal Yankee Doodle Dandy, goof!
American history has a way of making you feel
George Washington is still around, that is
when I think of Washington I do not think of Death—
Of all Presidents I have been under
Hoover is the most unreal
and FDR is the most President-looking
and Truman the most Jewish-looking
and Eisenhower the miscast of Time into Space—
Hoover is another America, Mr. 1930
and what must he be thinking now?
FDR was my youth, and how strange to still see
his wife around.
Truman is still in Presidential time.
I saw Eisenhower helicopter over Athens
and he looked at the Acropolis like only Zeus could.
OF THE PEOPLE is fortunate and select.
FOR THE PEOPLE has never happened in America or elsewhere.
BY THE PEOPLE is the sadness of America.
I am not politic.
I am not patriotic.
I am nationalistic!
I boast well the beauty of America to all the people in Europe.
In me they do not see their vision of America.
O whenever I pass an American Embassy I don’t know what to feel!
Sometimes I want to rush in and scream: “I’m American!”
but instead go a few paces down to the American Bar
get drunk and cry: “I’m no American!”
The men of politics I love are but youth’s fantasy:
The fine profile of Washington on coins stamps & tobacco wraps
The handsomeness and death-in-the-snow of Hamilton.
The eyeglasses shoe-buckles kites & keys of Ben Franklin.
The sweet melancholy of Lincoln.
The way I see Christ, as something romantic & unreal, is the way I see them.
An American is unique among peoples.
He looks and acts like a boyman.
He never looks cruel in uniform.
He is rednecked portly rich and jolly.
White-haired serious Harvard, kind and wry.
A convention man a family man a rotary man & practical joker.
He is moonfaced cunning well-meaning & righteously mean.
He is Madison Avenue, handsome, in-the-know, and superstitious.
He is odd, happy, quicker than light, shameless, and heroic
Great yawn of youth!
The young don’t seem interested in politics anymore.
Politics has lost its romance!
The “bloody kitchen” has drowned!
And all that is left are those granite
façades of Pentagon, Justice, and Department—
Politicians do not know youth!
They depend on the old
and the old depend on them
and lo! this has given youth a chance
to think of heaven in their independence.
No need to give them liberty or freedom
where they’re at—
When Stevenson in 1956 came to San Francisco
he campaigned in what he thought was an Italian section!
He spoke of Italy and Joe DiMaggio and spaghetti,
but all who were there, all for him,
were young beatniks! and when his car drove off
Ginsberg & I ran up to him and yelled:
“When are you going to free the poets from their attics!”
Great yawn of youth!
Mad beautiful oldyoung America has no candidate
the craziest wildest greatest country of them all!
and not one candidate—
Nixon arrives ever so temporal, self-made,
frontways sideways and backways,
could he be America’s against? Detour to vehicle?
Mast to wind? Shore to sea? Death to life?
The last President?
poem by Gregory Corso
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Ask For More
Id rather dance in the air than lye on the ground
Id rather open my ears than shut out the sound
Travel to the ends of the Earth and tell you what I found
I'd rather kneel down and pray than scream at the sun.
Prefer to know, than to hide from my skeletons.
I don't want to sit down and cry while watching others run.
If I missed the bus more than once, I'm not the only one.
Don't wanna wait around for things to come to me.
'Cause when my hands are tied, they struggle to be free.
And if they steal my eyes, I'll find a new way to see.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought that never stops burning
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought that never stops burning.
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more.
Prefer a thousand hello's to just one goodbye.
Prefer the pain of the truth to a pretty lie.
Listen to the words in my head, although they may not rhyme.
Listen to the voice in my heart, some days it's so sublime.
Don't wanna wait around for things to come to me.
'Cause when my hands are tied, they struggle to be free.
And if they steal my eyes, I'll find a new way to see.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought that never stops burning
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought thats always burning.
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought that never stops burning
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more.
The world is forever turning, there's a thought thats always burning.
If I'm pounding at your door, it's because I'm here to ask for more
song performed by by Shakira
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For A Dancer
Keep a fire burning in your eye
Pay attention to the open sky
You never know what will be coming down
I dont remember losing track of you
You were always dancing in and out of view
I must have thought youd always be around
Always keeping things real by playing the clown
Now youre nowhere to be found
I dont know what happens when people die
Cant seem to grasp it as hard as I try
Its like a song I can hear playing right in my ear
That I cant sing
I cant help listening
And I cant help feeling stupid standing round
Crying as they ease you down
cause I know that youd rather we were dancing
Dancing our sorrow away
(right on dancing)
No matter what fate chooses to play
(theres nothing you can do about it anyway)
Just do the steps that youve been shown
By everyone youve ever known
Until the dance becomes your very own
No matter how close to yours
Anothers steps have grown
In the end there is one dance youll do alone
Keep a fire for the human race
Let your prayers go drifting into space
You never know what will be coming down
Perhaps a better world is drawing near
And just as easily it could all disappear
Along with whatever meaning you might have found
Dont let the uncertainty turn you around
(the world keeps turning around and around)
Go on and make a joyful sound
Into a dancer you have grown
From a seed somebody else has thrown
Go on ahead and throw some seeds of your own
And somewhere between the time you arrive
And the time you go
May lie a reason you were alive
But youll never know
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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