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Somethings Burning
Don't count your chickens
'Cos they're never gonna hatch
You can't catch a monkey with a shotgun and a sack
'Cos you're too dumb baby
You can't see the wood for the trees
Yes you're too slow baby
You just couldn't get off your knees
Don't count your chickens
'Cos they're never gonna hatch
You can't catch a monkey with a shotgun and a sack
'Cos you're too dumb baby
You can't see the wood for the trees
Yes you're too slow baby
You just couldn't get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
I'm not the only one believing there's an easier way
It doesn't pay to disorientate me
It doesn't cost to be someone
I am the vine
And you're the branches
Don't knock a young man
You don't know what he'll get done
You can't kick and old man
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately.
Oscar Wilde in Letter from Paris (May 1900)
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Something Burning
Don't count your chickens 'cuz they're never gonna hatch
You can't cut your monkey with a shovel [shuckle?] and a sack
'Cuz you're too dull, baby, you can't see the wood for the trees
'Cuz you're too slow, baby, you just couldn't get off your knees
Don't count your chickens 'cuz they're never gonna hatch
You can't cut your monkey with a shovel and a sack
'Cuz you're too dull, baby, you can't see the wood for the trees
'Cuz you're too slow, baby, you just couldn't get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Heading for the thoughts behind the disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
I'm not the only one believing there's an easier way
It doesn't pay to be sorry, you take me [?]
It doesn't cost to be someone
I am her vine
And you're her branches
Don't knock her young man, you don't know what he'll get done
You can't kick and old man, see what he's become
You are far too lazy
You stick to your pillow with ease
'Cuz you're much too lazy, you just couldn't get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Heading for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
I'm not the only one believing there's an easier way
It doesn't pay to be sorry, you take me
It doesn't cost to be someone
I am the vine
And you're her branches
Don't count your chickens 'cuz they're never gonna hatch
You can't cut your monkey with a shovel and a sack
'Cuz you're too dull, baby, you can't see the wood for the trees
'Cuz you're too slow, baby, you just couldn't get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Heading for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
I'm not the only one believing there's an easier way
What'ya gonna do with the rest of your life
Heading for the thoughts behind your disguise...
I am the vine
And you're her branches
song performed by by Stone Roses
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Somethings Burning
Dont count your chickens
cos theyre never gonna hatch
You cant catch a monkey with a shotgun and a sack
cos youre too dull baby
You cant see the wood for the trees
cos youre too slow baby
You just couldnt get off your knees
Dont count your chickens
cos theyre never gonna hatch
You cant catch a monkey with a shotgun and a sack
cos youre too dull baby
You cant see the wood for the trees
cos youre too slow baby
You just couldnt get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
Im not the only one believing theres an easier way
It doesnt pay to disorientate me
It doesnt cost to be someone
I am the vine
And youre the branches
Dont knock a young man
You dont know what hell get done
You cant kick and old man see what hes become
You are far too lazy
You stick to your pillow with ease
cos youre much too lazy
You just couldnt get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
Im not the only one believing theres an easier way
It doesnt pay to disorientate me
It doesnt cost to be someone
I am the vine
And youre the branches
Dont count your chickens
cos theyre never gonna hatch
You cant catch a monkey with a shotgun and a sack
cos youre too dull baby
You cant see the wood for the trees
cos youre too slow baby
You just couldnt get off your knees
I can see the love and the hate in your eyes
Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise
What you gonna do and what you gonna say?
Im not the only one believing theres an easier way
Whatya gonna do with the rest of your life
Penny for the thoughts behind your disguise
I am the vine
And youre the branches
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Aint Nobody Here But Us Chickens
(j. cramer/j. whitney)
One night farmer brown was taken the air
Locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care
Down in the henhouse somethin stirred
When he shouted,whos there? , this is what he heard
There aint nobody here but us chickens, there aint nobody here at all
So calm yourself, stop that fuss, aint nobody here but us
Were chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin
There aint nobody here but us chickens, there aint nobody here at all
Youre stompin around, shakin the ground, kickin up an aweful dust
Were chickens trying to sleep and you butt in
And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, its a sin
(bridge)
Tomorrow is a busy day, weve got things to do, weve got eggs to lay
We got ground to dig and worms to scratch
Takes a lot of sittin gettin chicks to hatch
There aint nobody here but us chickens, there aint nobody here at all
So quiet yourself, stop that fuss, aint nobody here but us
Kindly point that gun the other way
And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay
(repeat bridge)
Its easy pickin, aint nobody here but us chickens
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
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Last Night I Dreamed of Chickens
Last night I dreamed of chickens,
there were chickens everywhere,
they were standing on my stomach,
they were nesting in my hair,
they were pecking at my pillow,
they were hopping on my head,
they were ruffling up their feathers
as they raced about my bed.
They were on the chairs and tables,
they were on the chandeliers,
they were roosting in the corners,
they were clucking in my ears,
there were chickens, chickens, chickens
for as far as I could see...
when I woke today, I noticed
there were eggs on top of me.
poem by Jack Prelutsky
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Eggxample
What came first chickens or eggs?
Chickens of course!
Chickens have legs!
Chickens have feathers,
Eggs have a shell,
How would you like your eggs, done well?
This may be a 'yolk',
But consider it folk!
poem by Ernestine Northover
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Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.
Much More Work to Do
Why are those chickens running around,
And their heads have been cut off?
'They've been conditioned that they are not chickens.
They've been programmed to believe they are constituents.
And that's the name they prefer.
It has stuck with them!
Like feathers attached to birds.'
You are what you believe, you know?
'I know!
And those heads?
They've never used them anyway.
So the running around,
With their heads cut off the way they do?
They've been told only 'chickens' do that!
And as luck would have it...
They can't see themselves that way!
No heads?
No eyes!
What about all those pots you've got?
'Well...
We've been promising to get one in each pot!
And that's the dilemma.
Like I said...
They can't 'see' themselves as chickens.
Nor do they believe,
We can get one in each pot!
So they are running around...
As if a lottery to be played,
Will be stopped.
And...
I don't have to tell you,
There's a lot of convincing.
With much more work to do.
None of this was planned too well.'
Or at all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't count your chickens before they're hatched.
Count not your chickens before they are hatched.
Don't count your chickens before they are hatched.
Do not count your chickens before they are hatched.
Aesop in The Milkmaid and Her Pail
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Jolly Bee...
they say
love will always stay
based on the
experience of the
jolly bee
it is not at all
true
there are chickens
in love
at first they cackle
but then
they do not hatch
their eggs at
all
there are words
that touch
and go
there are options
unthought of
there are
empty
hollow words
without
any weight
there are nights
without days....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Call On Me
The feelin is clear
Clear as a blue sky on a sunny day
Everything was you
cause no one made me feel
The way I felt with you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Then came a change
When I said I would soon be leavin you
Nothin else to do
Please remember Ill never lose the thought of you
Call on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
Youve got to find
Someone else to somehow take my place
Share his love with you
But if you need a friend
You can always count on me
Count on me cause
I love you
You know I do
You love me too
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
You can count on me baby
You can count on me
You can count on me oh
You can count on me
song performed by by Chicago
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The World Of Either Or
you cannot have the best of
both worlds
when you have all those chickens
you have to sacrifice your flowers
these chickens eat flowers for breakfast
on the other hand
when you keep those flowers
you must first kill all the chickens
as i once told you, this is the world
of
either or
not both
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Despair, i know you do not like the word
I know you do not like the word
Its color its scent, how we relate it to something black
And smoky and ghastly and ghostly
Some say, red is the color of despair
Others say it is like black coffee because
It does not make you sleep
And make you curl the whole day in
Your dark room without wanting
To talk to somebody and just be there
Alone by yourself, pondering, almost crazy
Not yet anyway, so you go on a compromise
Grey is the color of despair
Dusk, or dawn, or something dawning yet
Like an idea of a suicide unhatched
Delayed like an egg still undecided whether
To hatch or not to hatch and face the world
Of chickens
Despair, what is so big about despair
No big deal, it comes to you whether
You like it or not
As a matter of necessity, face it and state
Its name and stare and say, I muster this
Despair, I am its master and not its slave
And then, when you know all its particulars
You know what to do
Kill it and if it is not killed yet
Well
Well, well, just learn to live with it
Sleep and with, make love with it
And well,
Have kids with despair and call them
Their names: the usual, the normal and
The everyday. And just be prolific.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Many count their chickens before they are hatched and where they expect bacon, meet with broken bones.
quote by Miguel de Cervantes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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