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Digging Real Deep
Digging real deep,
In empty pockets...
For a touch or a feel of return.
And a lesson's not learned,
That...
A deposit made to dip,
For tasty lips...
Took too many dips,
To withdrawn the end of it.
And there will be no return...
You put that last deposit in your pocket,
And then you split...
With it.
You put that last deposit in your pocket,
And then you split...
With it.
Digging real deep,
In empty pockets...
For a touch or a feel of return.
And a lesson's not learned,
That...
A deposit made to dip,
For tasty lips...
Took too many dips,
To withdrawn the end of it.
Digging real deep,
In empty pockets...
For a touch of return,
IS...
Digging real deep.
Dig!
Digging real deep.
In empty pockets.
Dig!
Digging real deep.
In empty pockets.
Digging real deep,
In empty pockets...
For a touch of return,
IS...
Digging real deep
In empty pockets.
Dig!
Digging real deep.
In empty pockets.
Dig!
Digging real deep.
In empty pockets.
Dig!
Digging real deep.
In empty pockets.
Dig!
Digging real deep,
In empty pockets...
For a touch of return,
Long ago had been burned.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that.
quote by Norman Vincent Peale
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Astounding
Rusted metal in moonlight, orange. Monkeys can't hold it,
So they even are not worth good graces.
But who, friend, is? Motorcycle men towing old ladies,
flipping off those they pass in hatred and self-satisfaction,
Scream to be mocked, for the pomp,
Their absurdity as Camus' absurdity. And today, Whitsunday, meaninglessly, the tarantulas at the pulpit, experts in raking in dough,
Grab our soulless hearts, tug the strings of their pulpits.
Bankers are select money-grubbers, Who get off when they overfee the poor, so they can float in heated pools.
Oil concens drain your pockets as you refuel:
You are playing their fool.
And the journey you prolong unto death
Is to make the rich richer;
But bless their bloated suicide rates,
As they sit transfixed by Fox News,
Empty-headed, lily-livered, drunk with deep pockets.
Out for the honor of no one,
Not themselves either,
Because there is direct pay
Dearly in coming
Birth, stillborn,
Conjoined at the pockets with empty holes.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Desperate Ain't Lonely
I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
The letter I wrote,
took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you don't live no-one
So I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Desperate Ain't Lonely
I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
The letter I wrote,
took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you don't live no-one
So I try not to drink,
'cause if I sit and think I'll go crazy
Desperate ain't lonely
Though I've been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime I'm lonesome in the nightime I'm sad
song performed by by Whiskeytown
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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You Are Too Smart For Me
You are too smart for me
Lady
When you shop
Because when you shop you shop for the bargains
And
I can see that you love bargains
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Deperate Aint Lonely
I try not to drink,
cause if I sit and think Ill go crazy
Desperate aint lonely
Though Ive been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime Im lonesome in the nightime Im sad
The letter I wrote,
Took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you dont live no-one
So I try not to drink,
cause if I sit and think Ill go crazy
Desperate aint lonely
Though Ive been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime Im lonesome in the nightime Im sad
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Deperate Aint Lonely
I try not to drink,
cause if I sit and think Ill go crazy
Desperate aint lonely
Though Ive been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime Im lonesome in the nightime Im sad
The letter I wrote,
Took words from my throat I was saying
Lay on the roadside
I guess the mailman was drunk
The message was urgent
How lazy a state where you dont live no-one
So I try not to drink,
cause if I sit and think Ill go crazy
Desperate aint lonely
Though Ive been high
Pockets are empty
In the daytime Im lonesome in the nightime Im sad
song performed by by Whiskeytown
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Lift
This is the place
Sit down, you're safe now
You've been stuck in a lift
We've been trying to reach you, Thom
This is the place
It won't hurt, it will not hurt
A smell of recognition
A face you barely loved
Empty all your pockets
'Cause it's time to go home
This is the place
Remembering all the things you always see
You've been stuck in a lift
In the belly of a whale
At the bottom of the ocean
A smell of recognition
A face you barely loved
Empty all your pockets
'Cause it's time to go home
Today is the first day of the rest of your days
So lighten up, squirt
song performed by by Radiohead
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A town takes your money though your pockets be empty.
The traveller with empty pockets will sing in the thief 's face.
Empty Sky
I woke up this morning
I could barely breathe
Just an empty impression
In the bed there you used to be
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Blood on the streets
Blood flowin down
I hear the blood of my blood
Cryin from the ground
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
Empty sky, empty sky
I woke up this morning to an empty sky
On the plains of jordan
I cut my bow from the wood
Of this tree of evil
Of this tree of good
I want a kiss from your lips
I want an eye for an eye
I woke up this morning to the empty sky
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Nobody ever.....
In his youth, his callow empty youth
his eyes were misty.
He learnt about sex from Cindy,
but nobody ever, no, nobody ever,
taught him how to love.
In his youth, his callow empty youth
his pockets were full.
He drank, he smoked, he learned to use a gun
but they never, no, nobody ever
taught him how to have fun.
In his youth, his callow empty youth
his wits were sharp.
He learnt to duck and dive and to deceive
but they never, no, nobody ever
taught him what it is to really live.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo
If you want a situation, I'll just tell you the plan
To get on to a station, I am just your very man.
Pack up the old portmanteau, and label it Paroo,
With a name aristocratic—Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
When you get on to the station, of small things you'll make a fuss,
And in speaking of the station, mind, it's we, and ours, and us.
Boast of your grand connections and your rich relations, too
And your own great expectations, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
They will send you out on horseback, the boundaries to ride
But run down a marsupial and rob him of his hide,
His scalp will fetch a shilling and his hide another two,
Which will help to fill your pockets, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
Yes, to fill your empty pockets, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
When the boss wants information, on the men you'll do a sneak,
And don a paper collar on your fifteen bob a week.
Then at the lamb-marking a boss they'll make of you.
Now that's the way to get on, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
A squatter in the future I've no doubt you may be,
But if the banks once get you, they'll put you up a tree.
To see you humping bluey, I know, would never do,
'Twould mean good-bye to our new chum, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
Yes, good-bye to our new chum, Jimmy Sago, Jackaroo.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Mind Fed Rituals
When determined people,
Pray to God to have their way...
And God sends to them messengers,
To scream from bullhorns...
This is not going to happen.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
People like this will make their mission,
To enlist others to value their point of view.
Even to select and depict those unknowing,
They have been chosen as culprits...
By someone who did not like,
How they were told...
To remove their rose colored glasses!
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
Leave people like this.
These people only value,
The physical aspects of life.
And the 'spiritual' side of it...
Is a routine of mind fed rituals,
Outdated by a lack indepth perception.
Leave people like this.
Do not attempt to make bargains...
With the use of common sense.
A common sense for many,
That has been diluted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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