Battery Brides
Battery brides, ha ha have you ever tried
To break out of your waiting room
And find yourself a waiting groom
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
Ba ba ba ba battery brides
She left school with a million others
And worked in a store part time
She dreams of a husband and a lover
Doesn't realise she's on the production line of ...
song performed by by Xtc
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Automobile
February morning, my car wont start today
I turned the key at 8:03 and the battery passed away
Inside a my automobile
I want my automobile
I want my automobile
I want to drive it all around this world
Brides gettin married in the springtime
Widows gettin married in the fall
I got married in high school
Or I wouldnt of got married at all
Id be drivin my automobile
Be drivin my automobile
Be drivin my automobile
I wanna drive it all around this world
Everybody said to the new groom
Groom, what ya gonna be
I said Im gonna be a symphony
Just as soon as I find a key
To my automobile
I want my automobile
I want my automobile
All around this world
Spoken:
Lets take a ride
Columbus sailed the ocean
Moses parted the sea
Dolores left me yesterday
Well, I think she took the key
To my automobile
I want my automobile
I want my automobile
Wanna drive it all around this world
Now I held a little bitty baby
I held a woman all night
Whenever I get the hiccups
I hold my breath til my head gets light
Then I drive my automobile
Yeah I drive my automobile
I drive my automobile
Im want to drive it all around this world
February morning, my car wont start today
Yeah, I turned the key at 8:03
And the battery passed away
Inside a my automobile
Im drivin my automobile
Wanna my automobile
Wanna drive it all around this world
Go on.
Spoken:
It is a beautiful day for a ride
Hey, get your head down I cant see anything
Someone give me a cigarette
I dont want to take my hands off the wheel
We ought to take the air filter off this sucker.
So we can see what it will really do.
Uh oh, it looks to me like a hos-pital zone
Everybody get quiet. shhhhhhhh.
Dont wake the dead up.
Were almost out. hang on. uh oh here we go.
Well, you can just hold it until we get to the next town.
song performed by by John Prine
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Living A Lie
Im living a lie because I cant tell the truth.
Theres a fire in the basement,
A fire on the roof.
Im just sitting in my chair wearing a smile.
Im going to vanish in the air after awhile.
Did did you get the news that Im lost at sea
Hey, hey somebodys confused though it couldnt be me.
I wasnt near that place.
I dont know where it was.
She didnt see my face.
You know its true because
I know wise things.
I know about these things.
I know why it is caged,
So I dont know why Im enraged.
Im lying about my birth and Im lying about my death.
For all Im worth, I lie with every breath.
Lying homes are built on my crying habitations.
Heres the milk that I spilt,
My undying lamitations
I know about these things, I know about these things
I know why it is caged,
So I dont know why Im enraged.
Bass/guitar solo:
Always the brides maid, never the bride.
Look what my brides made, out of my life.
Always the brides maid, never the bride.
Look what your brides made, you shook my life.
Always the brides maid, never the bride.
Look what your brides made, and you know, you shouldnt have lied.
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Dead Car Battery Blues
One, two, a-one, two, three, four
Well i, cant go to the park
I cant go to work
I cant do nothin
I gotta stay in my house like a jerk
How come I always lose
My car has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
You know, cant visit my girlfriend
I cant go to school
I cant go anywhere
Gotta stay in my room like a fool
cause I got grease in my hair
My belvederes in disrepair
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
So i, went to see my mechanic
He said, okay, now what is wrong
I told him my car wouldnt start
He said, this shouldnt take very long
So he replaced all my plugs and my points
And he looked at my carburetor
He took out my engine and turned it around
And then seventeen hours later
He looked at my headlights and said
Son, how long have these things been on
I told him, oh, about three or four weeks
He said, buddy, I know whats wrong
But I hate to be the one to give you the news
You got the dead car battery blues
So now i, cant go to my office
Cant work on my job
I might as well lock myself up in my room
And live my life like a slob
How come I always lose
My belvedere has blown a fuse
Oh yeah
I got hydraulic fluid leakin in my shoes
And the dead car battery blues
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Long Hot Summer
Room to room.
Hot air.
Stifle.
Escape.
Don't roam, go home.
Back to car.
Car battery.
Car won’t start.
Loose screw, loose connection.
Seat too laid back.
Strange scent.
Who’s been sleeping in my car
said Mother Bear.
Man came, turned key, engine started
miraculously.
Man said: Lay,
Lay, lady, lay a new battery, lady.
Sat down, hand on shift.
Drove down home and
air cooler was
finally,
mysteriously,
working.
poem by Linda Hepner
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You Aint Going Nowhere
Clouds so swift, the rain wont lift
Gates wont close, the railings froze.
So get your mind off wintertime,
You aint going nowhere.
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Buy me a flute, and a gun that shoots
Tail gates and substitutes
Strap yourself to a tree with roots,
You aint going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Well I dont care how many letters they sent
The morning came and the morning went
So pack up your money, and pick up your tent
You aint going nowhere
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
And genghis khan he could not keep
All his men supplied with sleep.
Well climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
Ooooo ride me high
Tomorrows the day my brides gonna come
Oooo are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Jasmine & Jonquils In June...
Jasmine and Jonquils In June
Bougainvilleas and Brides Are In Bloom
Also Roses and Ribbons In Rooms
Growing Standing Ovations Of Grooms
White Satin, Silk, Chantilly Lace
Soft Symbol Veils, Flowing Over Lady’s Face
As Long Trains and Butterflies Chase
Yet, In A Vision of Elegance and Grace
Slowly, She Moves Down The Aisle
Amid Garden Rows Of Sunshine Smiles
Been Waiting For The Season Awhile
But GOD’s Blessings and Bouquets: Always In Style
As Expectant Hush, Fills Fragrant Room
For Exchanged Vows Of Brides and Grooms
And Their New Life About To Bloom
Like Jasmine and Jonquils In June
Written & ©: 5/1/10
By: The MoonBee
poem by MoonBee Canady
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In Hollywood, brides keep the bouquets and throw away the groom.
quote by Groucho Marx
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Aaa-please Free Betty Please
No sunshine on my face,
My living death a sad disgrace,
No beating of my wings,
A throat that never sings.
Prostitution of the word ‘Farm’
Is used to call my battery home,
I am dead I prefer battery ‘Shed’
Just to produce your breakfast egg.
Who has the loudest voice in this nation?
Sweet little kiddies get the standing ovation, so,
Little children of this land
Link your hands to form a band,
Circle your mummies to make a change
To free Betty to home on the range—with glee,
And always, always buy chucky eggs
BORN FREE
Chicken battery farms are still legal in Australia,
Betty is a chick, a very sick chick,
sick of a life of hell.
poem by Ken e Hall
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You Aint Goin Nowhere
Clouds so swift
Rain wont lift
Gate wont close
Railings froze
Get your mind off wintertime
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
I dont care
How many letters they sent
Morning came and morning went
Pick up your money
And pack up your tent
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Buy me a flute
And a gun that shoots
Tailgates and substitutes
Strap yourself
To the tree with roots
You aint goin nowhere
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
Genghis khan
He could not keep
All his kings
Supplied with sleep
Well climb that hill no matter how steep
When we get up to it
Whoo-ee! ride me high
Tomorrows the day
My brides gonna come
Oh, oh, are we gonna fly
Down in the easy chair!
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Robbery, Assault & Battery
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted,
They considered the phone call a hoax.
Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware.
Slipping between them he ought to have seen then
The eyes and their owner so near.
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe.
"hello son, i hope you're having fun."
"you've got it wrong sir, i'm only the cleaner."
With that he fired, the other saying as he died,
"you've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack.
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve.
"come outside with your hands held high."
"you'll not get me alive sir, i promise you that sir."
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
"you've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
"he's leaving via the roof, the bastard's got away.
God always fights on the side of the bad man."
"i've got clean away but i'll be back some day,
Just the combination will have changed.
Some day they'll catch me, to a chain they'll attach me,
Until that day i'll ride the old crime wave.
If they try to hold me for trial
I'll stay out of gaol by paying my bail
And after i'll go to the court of appeal saying
"you've done me wrong," it's the same old song forever."
Done me wrong - same old song - done me wrong.
song performed by by Genesis
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Robbery, Assault Battery
The streets were deserted though the police were alerted,
They considered the phone call a hoax.
Furtively glancing then jauntily prancing
The youth caught the guards unaware.
Slipping between them he ought to have seen then
The eyes and their owner so near.
With torch shining bright he strode on in the night
Till he came to the room with the safe.
Hello son, I hope youre having fun.
Youve got it wrong sir, Im only the cleaner.
With that he fired, the other saying as he died,
Youve done me wrong, its the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Picked up the diamonds and bundles of fivers
He pushed them well down in his sack.
But the alarm had been sounded, he was completely surrounded
But he had some more tricks up his sleeve.
Come outside with your hands held high.
Youll not get me alive sir, I promise you that sir.
With that he fired, the other saying as he died
Youve done me wrong, its the same old song forever.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Robbery, assault and battery,
The felon and his felony.
Hes leaving via the roof, the bastards got away.
God always fights on the side of the bad man.
Ive got clean away but Ill be back some day,
Just the combination will have changed.
Some day theyll catch me, to a chain theyll attach me,
Until that day Ill ride the old crime wave.
If they try to hold me for trial
Ill stay out of gaol by paying my bail
And after Ill go to the court of appeal saying
Youve done me wrong, its the same old song forever.
Done me wrong - same old song - done me wrong.
song performed by by Genesis
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Battery, Electric Personality
I don't know whether to consider it considerate or prideful
But I'd rather roll in coals and coil my soul with a barbed wire one-eyed cobra
Just to show you that
My emotion for you is
Nothing more than a-
Nother fortress I've
Built up just enough to save you from
Neglect
From time to time
I once wondered how one wanders from time to time
And think up the paradox line
Speak of Epoch's crime
Oh I lied, it hasn't happened yet
But bet you better believe it's such a habit that
I just said that in a past mindset
Chronologically
Oh darling don't you see
Honestly the honesty in the way we've deceived one another
I entered the circuit so you'd call me Sparky
Oh humor me
I'm at the center of the circle it's what you do for me
A little too witty to be just kidding
Because wondering is reality
To an electric personality
Chronologically
Oh darling don't you see
Honestly the honesty in the way we've received one another
Yeah the single signal
The waves we receive
Like a battery, electric personality
A battery, electric personality
poem by Criss Jami
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Death of a Phone
I ought to beware: my wife is back
The phone is now under transistor-attack;
It won't be a quick or an easy death
She'll kill it by sheer bombardment of breath.
All was so quiet while she was away;
The phone was relaxed... I had nothing to say;
But now the darned thing is flaming-red-hot
I think that my wife is now losing the plot.
The battery is failing, I fear for it's health
I doubt I could save it - even by stealth;
It's time the poor phone was back on it's base
Instead of contacting the whole human race.
Oh no, she's angry - it's fate is now sealed;
The battery is dead - it cannot be healed;
A look of disgust as it's thrown to one side,
A clear-cut case of... Phoneicide!
(Written Sept 2012)
poem by John Carter Brown
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Powerful Questions
Power has a question to raise over power,
And nobody answers it.
Power rests our clothes on the line,
And lets our sleep contain dreams.
Power is an image of distaste,
And a find of extreme disgust.
Power has a bang
And is held in a battery.
Power must
Be a knowledge.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Waiting Room
I sign in my name
I guess I have to wait a while
I'm gonna play this game
Call me up if you know how to dial
You always had my number
You need to be my lover
Humiliation
I'm in the waiting room
[Chorus:]
If we both want the love
And I wait long enough
Then the ground that we're on might be coming
All I can do is wait for you
All I can do is wait for you
I'm all alone in the waiting room
I'm all alone in the waiting room
When you buried in solitude
It can get real thick
Desire is your only food
It can get you sick
You know you're so fine
I'm over here standing in this line
Just waiting in the waiting room
[Repeat Chorus]
While I'm in the waiting room
A thousand thoughts I think of you
Whatever you did
song performed by by No Doubt from Rock Steady
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War Brides
War brides
Left with their
Husbands
Today
The countries
That are in war
To their new homes
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Driver Smith
'Twas Driver Smith of Battery A was anxious to see a fight;
He thought of the Transvaal all the day, he thought of it all the night --
"Well, if the battery's left behind, I'll go to the war," says he,
"I'll go a-driving and ambulance in the ranks of the A.M.C.
"I'm fairly sick of these here parades -- it's want of a change that kills --
A-charging the Randwick Rifle Range and aiming at Surry Hills.
And I think if I go with the ambulance I'm certain to find a show,
For they have to send the Medical men wherever the troops can go.
"Wherever the rifle bullets flash and the Maxims raise a din,
It's here you'll find the Medical men a-raking the wounded in --
A-raking 'em in like human flies -- and a driver smart like me
Will find some scope for his extra skill in the ranks of the A.M.C."
So Driver Smith he went to war a-cracking his driver's whip,
From ambulance to collecting base they showed him his regular trip.
And he said to the boys that were marching past, as he gave his whip a crack,
"You'll walk yourselves to the fight," says he -- "Lord spare me, I'll drive you back."
Now the fight went on in the Transvaal hills for the half of a day or more,
And Driver Smith he worked his trip -- all aboard for the seat of war!
He took his load from the stretcher men and hurried 'em homeward fast
Till he heard a sound that he knew full well -- a battery rolling past.
He heard the clink of the leading chains and the roll of the guns behind --
He heard the crack of the drivers' whips, and he says to 'em, "Strike me blind,
I'll miss me trip with this ambulance, although I don't care to shirk,
But I'll take the car off the line today and follow the guns at work."
Then up the Battery Colonel came a-cursing 'em black in the face.
"Sit down and shift 'e,, you drivers there, and gallop 'em into place."
So off the Battery rolled and swung, a-going a merry dance,
And holding his own with the leading gun goes Smith with his ambulance.
They opened fire on the mountain side, a-peppering by and large,
When over the hill above their flank the Boers came down at the charge;
They rushed the guns with a daring rush, a-volleying left and right,
And Driver Smith and his ambulance moved up to the edge of the fight.
The gunners stuck to their guns like men, and fought as the wild cats fight,
For a Battery man don't leave his gun with ever a hope in sight;
But the bullets sang and the Mausers cracked and the Battery men gave away,
Till Driver Smith with his ambulance drove into the thick of the fray.
He saw the head of the Transvaal troop a-thundering to and fro,
A hard old face with a monkey beard -- a face that he seemed to know;
"Now who's that leader?" said Driver Smith. "I've seen him before today.
Why, bless my heart, but it's Kruger's self," and he jumped for him straight away.
He collared old Kruger round the waist and hustled him into the van.
It wasn't according to stretcher drill for raising a wounded man;
But he forced him in and said, "All aboard, we're off for a little ride,
And you'll have the car to yourself," says he, "I reckon we're full inside."
He wheeled his team on the mountain side and set 'em a merry pace,
A-galloping over the rocks and stones, and a lot of the Boers gave chase;
Bur Driver Smith had a fairish start, and he said to the Boers, "Good-day,
You have Buckley's chance for to catch a man that was trained in Battery A."
He drove his team to the hospital bed and said to the P.M.O.,
"Beg pardon, sir, but I missed the trip, mistaking the way to go;
And Kruger came to the ambulance and asked could we spare a bed,
So I fetched him here, and we'll take him home to show for a bob a head."
So the word went round to the English troops to say they need fight no more,
For Driver Smith with his ambulance had ended the blooming war.
And in London now at the music halls he's starring it every night,
And drawing a hundred pounds a week to tell how he won the fight.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Uganda
Yahweh actually builds each remnant in love to become Brides for Yahshua,
But my lover is still living in Uganda!
And like the voices of the rain in the thick forest of love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Flashman
I'm waiting,
Waiting for you to crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to see your cash,
Waiting so long,
Waiting over here,
Waiting over there,
Waiting to hear you say,
You'll come back to me!
Waiting for the rush!
You're all flash and no cash,
Don't like your trash,
Gonna see you crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting on my own,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to hear you groan,
Waiting to get you alone,
Waiting for us to meet,
Waiting to get off the street,
Waiting for my heart,
To skip a beat,
Waiting for the rush!
Tired of all your flash,
Get rid of the trash, and,
Show me your cash,
So where do you go to find a lover?
And where will you find a brother?
Is this the end of the road?
Will you stoop low?
So that I can grow?
06 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Well, I like way downtown near the Battery. I lived down there at this time and for, I guess, the following well, this is where I moved to uptown and I've been here for four years and this is 1965.
quote by Robert Rauschenberg
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