Higgins: Good-bye, mother. [He is about to kiss her, when he recollects something.] Oh, by the way, Eliza, order a ham and a Stilton cheese, will you? And buy me a pair of reindeer gloves, number eights, and a tie to match that new suit of mine, at Eale & Binman's. You can choose the color. [His cheerful, careless, vigorous voice shows that he is incorrigible.]
line from Pygmalion by George Bernard Shaw (1912)
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Aces & Eights
Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin' pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said "i'm sorry 'bout your luck"
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
That's a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin' to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin' to move to the top
It won't stop cuz the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin' with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin' everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You boucned like a ball and that's how you'll die
(chorus)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Aces Eights
Walked up in the bar sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cuz he bet me 5 dimes he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sic back flip and ended up full kneel
He didnt squeal but it looked like it hurt
And it did cuz he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked but whats worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said Im sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Chorus:
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
Thats a dead mands hand
Aces and eights, aces and eights, aces and eights
How about the guy used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didnt wear gloves he was too hard core
May he rest in peace we dont see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city all she wanted was a job
Now shes underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It wont stop cuz the circle wont let it
Be careful what you wish for
You might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
(chorus)
You could beat the system you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
(imagine) everything you ever worked for (strived for)
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now whatd ya live for? nothing anymore right
How could you live your life uptight?
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud but you couldnt come clean
And that makes you dirty now how does that feel?
Living life like an open cut that wont heal
Sore at the world and you dont know why
You boucned like a ball and thats how youll die
(chorus)
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Superstar
Superstar (Interlude)"
This goes out to you, you, my number one (number one, number one)
I won't stop until I see you, suga
You know who you are
This is for my number one, number one (I see you)
So many shows, swear wherever I go I'm gonna keep on lookin'
Lookin' for my number one, number one (Oh)
This goes out to you baby
Wherever you are (my only one)
Just know that you're mine (number one, number one)
Are you there?
I can't hear you
On the road doin' shows
Girl I can't get you off my mind
All around the world
So many faces
All these places
Girl I just need one
My number one
This is for you, you, my number one
[Crowd chanting]
Usher! Usher! Usher!
song performed by by Usher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Marriage of Edward Herbert Esquire, and Mrs. Elizabeth Herbert
CUPID one day ask'd his Mother,
When she meant that he shou'd Wed?
You're too Young, my Boy, she said:
Nor has Nature made another
Fit to match with Cupid's Bed.
Cupid then her Sight directed
To a lately Wedded Pair;
Where Himself the Match effected;
They as Youthful, they as Fair.
Having by Example carry'd
This first Point in the Dispute;
WORSELEY next he said's not Marry'd:
Her's with Cupid's Charms may suit
poem by Anne Kingsmill Finch
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Sonnet: Choose The Things in Your Life
0 choose your friend who must be good as you;
And choose your spouse better than you; make sure;
And choose the one best as your Teacher too;
And choose ambitions that suit your nature.
0 choose the profession thats truly best;
And choose the hobbies that ne'er interfere;
And choose your Time to begin work, take rest;
And choose your enemies, you surely fear.
0 choose your food that gives extended health;
And choose your garments -comfortable wear;
And choose the honest way to added wealth;
And choose the burden right, body can bear.
0 choose the people who deserve help most;
And choose good principles, yet never boast.
poem by John Celes
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The Glove Of The Live Lady.
Her glove! It was rare Ben who sung it,
That best of gloves of the lady dead!
Another's here, as one had flung it
In anger at her lover's head.
Was it but this that it was made for,
One of a pair perhaps he'd paid for,
To have it favored in this fashion?
But gloves are gloves, and passion's passion!
And he, it may be, liked her better
For her rich anger as she threw it:
'Twas worth a glove to so upset her
And know he had the power to do it,
So he might kiss the white hands after
Her passion turned to tears and laughter!
poem by Robert Crawford
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Careless Heart
Roy orbison/diane warren/albert hammond
I had somebody,somebody who loved me.someone so good to me.
You were my angel, you were my heaven, but i was too blind to see.
I let you slip away, i guess i never knew.i had the world with you .
I'd be there, still be there in your arms.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be loving me.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be mine.
I wouldn't have this hurt inside.i wouldn't have this tears to cry.
If not for my careless heart.if not for my careless heart.
I had my chances,i took advantage.i took it all too far.
So now you're gone, and i'm all alone,alone with my lonely heart.
I let it fall apart,i didn't care enough.i lost your precious love.
You'd be here,still be here in my arms.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be loving me.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be mine.
I wouldn't have this hurt inside.i wouldn't have this tears to cry.
If not for my careless heart.if not for my careless heart.
You'd still be mine.
I'd be loving you, i'd be holding you,i'd be loving you.
If not for my careless heart.
I wouldn't have this hurt inside.i wouldn't have this tears to cry.
If not for my careless heart.if not for my careless heart.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be loving me.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be mine.
I wouldn't have this hurt inside.i wouldn't have this tears to cry.
If not for my careless heart.if not for my careless heart.
If not for my careless heart.you'd still be loving me.
You'd be loving me.you'd still be mine.
I wouldn't have this hurt inside
I wouldn't have these tears to cry....
song performed by by Roy Orbison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Mother o' Mine
If I were hanged on the highest hill,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose love would follow me still,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were drowned in the deepest sea,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
I know whose tears would come down to me,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
If I were damned of body and soul,
I know whose prayers would make me whole,
Mother o' mine, O mother o' mine!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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A Mother
A mother shows the child the world
A mother is its world when small
A mother shows the child what's love
A mother loves her child like a doll!
A mother makes the home and bed
A mother cares for all at home
A mother trains the child to walk
And stand on own, perfectly talk.
A mother is the teacher prime
A mother moulds the character
A mother shows the child to pray
And trust the unseen God all life.
A mother is the child's best friend
A mother knows its needs and wants
A mother cares for child when sick
And feels so proud, when child achieves.
Children, thank God for a good mother
On ‘Mother's day! '
Copyright by Dr John Celes 13-05-12
poem by John Celes
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Get Them Booted
Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.
Clipping coupons may ease,
A setback to fill the void...
Of feeling trapped,
Lifeless.
With happiness scratched,
Off of your top ten list of priorities.
As if sadness is your chore.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get them booted,
Don't let them root.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get them booted,
Don't let them root.
Get them booted,
You can do this if you choose.
Get them booted,
Only you can pick and choose 'your' good news.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ode To Cheese
☺ .
Ode To Cheese,
Which Makes Us Smile,
When Camera's go Clack.
Ode To Cheese,
Which make us taste,
The greatest of flavors, the wackiest of whack.
Ode To Cheese,
Blue, Gorgonzola,
American and Cheddar.
Ode To Cheese,
Beja and Feta,
In all types of weather.
Ode To Cheese,
For those on a diet,
or trying to get fatter.
Ode To Cheese,
with crackers and wine,
with grapes can flatter.
Ode To Cheese,
when you're sad and happy,
Cheese just fits.
Ode To Cheese,
Mountains and Mountains,
or bits and bits.
Ode to the Cheese,
To appreciate,
eat,
and take pictures.
The Semi Pro Punter
The heating up to twenty five and the lounge room nice and warm
And Joe sits on the sofa studying the racing form
With his ears tuned in to 3 U Z what's Higgins got to say
The movement in the market and the scratchings for the day.
Number six shows too much flesh and ten needs the blow out
And Higgins he is seldom wrong he knows what he's about
And number nine doesn't like the wet he likes it hard and dry
But do not leave the favourite out include him in your tri.
He picks his seven for the trifecta and he phones the T A B
Just five minutes before the off at twenty after three
Three of his seven run a drum and he whoops aloud in joy
When he hear news of the dividend a thousand dollar tri.
Next monday when he goes to work he will inform the boys
And wait with a smile for the jealous glint in greedy old John's eyes
Another thousand to his retirement fund and Linda in the dark
He scored whilst she watched the football Pies perform at Princes Park.
And the happiest day of all of the week for Joe is saturday
And this one quite a happy one as his Linda is away
She sits in stand of Princes Park watching Collingwood play
Whilst he scores big trifecta win and makes the punting pay.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Kid Gloves
A world of difference
A world so out of touch
Overwhelmed by everything
But wanting more so much
Call it blind frustration
Call it blind mans bluff
Call each other names
Your voices rude,
Your voices rough
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the lessons
Taught in school wont be enough
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its cool to be so tough
A world of indifference
Heads and hearts too full
Careless of the consequence
Of constant push and pull
Anger got bare knuckles
Anger play the fool
Anger wear a crown of thorns
Reverse the golden rule
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
Handle with kid gloves
Handle with kid gloves
Then you learn the weapons
And the ways of hard-knock school
Put on your kid gloves
Put on your kid gloves
Then you learn the lesson
That its tough to be so cool
song performed by by Rush
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rudolph The Red-nosed Reindeer
You know dasher and dancer and prancer and vixen
Comet and cupid and donder and blitzen
But do you recall
The most famous reindeer of all
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say it glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy christmas eve
Santa came to say
Rudolph with your nose so bright
Wont you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
Youll go down in history
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lake Eliza
THE SAND was heavy on our feet,
A Christmas sky was o’er us,
And half a mile through dust and heat
Lake ’Liza lay before us.
‘You’ll have a long and heavy tramp’—
So said the last adviser—
‘You can’t do better than to camp
To-night at Lake Eliza.’
We quite forgot our aching shanks,
A cheerful spirit caught us;
We thought of green and shady banks,
We thought of pleasant waters.
’Neath sky as niggard of its rain
As of his gold the miser,
By mulga scrub and lignum plain
We’d tramp’d to Lake Eliza.
A patch to grey discoloured sand,
A fringe of tufty grasses,
A lonely pub in mulga scrub
Is all the stranger passes.
He’d pass the Lake a dozen times
And yet be none the wiser;
I hope that I shall never be
As dry as Lake Eliza.
No patch of green or water seen
To cheer the weary plodder;
The grass is tough as fencing-wire,
And just as good for fodder.
And when I see it mentioned in
Some local ADVERTISER,
’Twill make me laugh, or make me grin—
The name of ‘Lake Eliza.’
poem by Henry Lawson
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Not Totally Naked
I tied my own shoes.
I was conscious of it.
All day I was aware...
I was not totally naked.
And my feet,
Have only been seen...
By a selected few.
None of whom now...
See me tie my own shoes.
And when I purchase another pair...
Who will care,
What color sox I will choose to wear?
Or if they match.
I tied my own shoes.
I was conscious of it.
All day I was aware...
I was not totally naked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose
And if you ever saw it
You would even say to glows
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names
They never let poor Rudolph
Join in any reindeer games
Then one foggy Chrismas Eve
Santa came to say
"Rudolph, with your nose so bright
Won't you guide my sleigh tonight"
Then how the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee
"Rudolph the red-nosed reindeer
You'll go down in history
song performed by by John Denver
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Rudolph The Red Nosed Reindeer
Rudolf, the red-nosed reindeer
Had a very shiny nose.
And if you ever saw him,
You would even say it glows.
All of the other reindeer
Used to laugh and call him names.
They never let poor rudolf
Play in any reindeer games.
Then one foggy christmas eve
Santa came to say:
Rudolf with your nose so bright,
Wont you guide my sleigh tonight?
Then all the reindeer loved him
As they shouted out with glee:
Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer,
Youll go down in history!
song performed by by Dolly Parton
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Knowing you might some day come
Knowing you might some day come
and how unprepared I’ve always
been
like Mr. Sloppy
in Charles Dickens’
our Mutual Friend
I made a list:
not meat, vegetables, beer and pudding
but number l, warmth.
number 2, warmth.
number 3, warmth.
number 4, a good snuggler.
number 5, someone who sings
while he/she works.
number 6, a dancer.
number 7, someone who grows & is
intrigued by
the mind. And
by the spirit too.
Number 7, someone who is loved
by animals; and loves
them back without
a thought.
number 8, someone who smells
delicious.
number 9, someone whose anger
lasts no longer than mine.
number 10, someone who
stands beside me. behind me. If necessary
in front of me.
number 11, someone who
is a passable cook.
number 12, Someone who laughs
a lot, thinks I have a fine
sense
of humor
& has friends.
number 13, someone who can be
original in dress:
stylish
warlock –In silver, lapis
& black – to my witch.
poem by Alice Walker
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Buddy Holly's Winter Dance Party
You're looking good in your powderblue suit,
I got on my heels and my malt liquer flute.
And the sitter has put the young ones to bed,
And I'll just say goodnight put a kiss on their heads,
Now, our phone number's are taped to the television set,
we'll be back around midnight, and there's food don't forget.
poem by Ursula De La Mer
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