He who goes to the blacksmith's shop comes home with scorched clothes.
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What business does a dog have in the shop of the blacksmith.
The Video Shop
The local factorys been pulled down
By an overseas corporation
Now all of my brothers are looking around
For alternative occupation
I was sitting by the telly with my brother, kenny
When suddenly the penny dropped
While all of my brothers are sitting at home
Ive got a bank loan and Ive opened up my very own
Video shop
Video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
Comedy and tragedy are all sitting on my shelf
And if youve got a fantasy
For a small rental fee
You can set yourself free
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
From all of the depression in you head
Caused by all the living in the red
Ive got a bootleg version of citizen kane
A second hand copy of psycho
Ive taped them off the telly so you shouldnt complain
And theres no guarantee youll get your money back again
From my video shop
My video shop
If you want to escape, I can rent you a tape
To relieve your situation
If you feel a bit low, I got a good peep show
cos everybody knows almost anything goes
At my video shop
At my video shop
One fifty a day and Ill fly, fly you away
Its nothing to pay to fly far, far away
I can help you through that lonely night
Ive got technicolour, black and white
I can guide you through those empty days
Make you smile and take your blues away
O let me fly you away
At my video shop
Fly, fly you away
Another factorys been knocked down
But nobody ever complains
And all of my brothers are customers now
We all play video games
I can see it in the eyes of all the lonely wives
If theyre bored and they feel like a change
I do sales, rentals, even a swop
And if you feel like a change, well it can all be arranged
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
At my video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
And everyone who walks in through that door
Has got something that theyre looking for
At my video shop
At my video shop
At the video shop
I can fly, fly you away
At the video shop
Let me fly, fly you away
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
Oh, at the video shop
song performed by by Kinks
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If you're a blacksmith, probably the proudest day of your life is when you get your first anvil. How innocent you are, little blacksmith.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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The blacksmith in one village becomes a blacksmith's apprentice in another.
Shop, she shops!
Once she constantly smiled
Bought cloths and jewelry that gave her style
Shop, shop, shop
She shopped till she dropped
Shop, shop, shop
She just could not seem to stop
Her credit was on top
Her spending way rocket up
She paid with cash or credit card
This Lady was absolutely shopping mad
Shoping malls!
Markets stalls!
Shoes, clothing, and handbags she bought all year long
Spend, spend and spend daily was her beloved song
Shop, shop, shop
She now shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
This lady has now put a stop
Today is different shopping expedition
This time spending with supervision
No more that crazy spending addiction
Her credit card is cut
Her goods seized, the whole lot
Today she spends, her pockets hurt!
She has become street wise
Haggling with each price
She has become precise
About what she needs and not what is nice
Shop, shop, shop
She shops like a flop
Shop, shop, shop
Her spending has taken a big drop!
This lady has now put a stop to shop!
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Trust no one' said my poor Mom
I salute you Mom what you said is perfectly correct.
Life never gives me the happiness
And poor honest men always collect the tears.
In the burning desert of life you dig and sometimes find the scorched gold that has no value in the pawn shop.
I dream one day my flowing tears would convert to black diamonds,
At least they value those in the hell.
*My poor Mom pawned her all the valuables for my education and she dreamed that one day I come home with the oaths as a graduate.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Loving Fun
Old lady
Age - 65
Old man
Age - 80
Booth are
Begger's...
shop to shop...
Begein
On the road...
shop to shop
They are not
Husband and wife...
They are
Friends
To companian...!
But;
Booth are
Beger's
Enjoy the life
Loving fun...! !
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Down the Sweet Shop
The little corner shop
full of special treats
Chocolate, bottles of Pop,
and jars and jars of sweets.
With pocket money in hand
given to me by my Dad
sometimes a little bit extra
if he heard I'd been a good lad.
I really loved that little shop
it was every young boys dream
you could get everything you'd want
Football Cards, Toys, and Ice-Cream.
My dad used the shop as well
he'd pop in to buy his fags
and Mum did her weekly shop
she'd get me to help her with the bags.
Then along came the big supermarket
the little shop began to lose it's trade
so sadly it had to close it's doors
an end of an era again I'm afraid.
But I'll always remember the little shop
stood there at the bottom of our lane
yes it may have only been small
but it had more style than any supermarket chain!
poem by Kevin Halls
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I dress up for awards, but only if somebody else is going to pay for the clothes. And shop for them, too!
Yes, during the pilot, they gave me a little toy from the shop. It's like three little moose in a boat, paddling. It's very cute. And I got to keep some of the clothes.
quote by Caroline Dhavernas
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Sad Love Story
A boy had a cancer, he had one month to live.He liked a girl working in a CD shop very much bt He did nt tell her about his feeling.Everyday he want to CD shop and buys CD just to talk with her. After one month he died, the girl went to his home to ask about him. The boy's mother told her he is dead and took her to his room.....
poem by Khushi throne
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No Clothes On Biker’s Back
When I was the age seventeen,
I was in a girl’s home
because my mom was really mean.
I got out for a little break,
went to girlfriend biker’s place,
and partied till very late.
We played strip poker
with a table of four,
everyone almost dropped
all their drawers.
Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,
biker drives me home naked
with no clothes on,
not a trace.
Luckily he stopped at all the stops,
we never did get pulled over by the cops.
This was right around 2 o’clock.
Next day went back to Anderson’s home,
I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,
to tell her clothes were all gone.
Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,
girl went into my room,
stole them out of my drawer.
Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,
hoping she can run from cops and hide.
Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,
friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was
pregnant and that was that.
Now if the runaway girl
had just wore the biker clothes the night before
I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend
why her clothes went out the door.
The moral of the story is;
While one is out getting naked,
someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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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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Pawn Shoppe Heart
I found my heart
In a pawn shop, baby
You took me for dead - dead
By the way - you still
I am way past tales
I'm bored and I'm crazy
You took all my good love
And gave it all away
I've been on the backstreet
I'm all alone
I've been on the hotseat
I'm gone - I'm gone
Sweet little love of mine
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
With all your good looks
I still have nothing
Breaking the whip on my back like a man
Still have nothing
Take everything you want
Take all you can
I'm your pawn shop lover
I'm your pawn shop, broken-heart man
song performed by by Von Blondies
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Young Fresh 'n' New
I'm young and living fun, huh
Sure look down and call it dumb, huh
I can still see the sun, huh
Do you remember 21, huh?
Can I stay the way, huh?
Grow up today, huh
Can you really blame, huh
Shit you can leave or stay, huh
When the world feels like its closin' in
And you don't know what you know
And you think about whats holdin' you
It's relatives and clothes
Just leave it all behind
You got to get away
You got to get away
Everybody
See the look in my eye, huh
I got to get it out, huh
I don't care if they stare, huh
I learn life's not fair, huh
I'm gonna play while I'm here, huh
I gotta get it out, huh
Just watch me run away now, huh
You know sometimes you just gotta
Hey
Run away from
Home
Run away from (Young, fresh n' new)
Home
Run away from
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Home
Run away from
(Got to get)
I've got to get away (away)
Hey, hey hey hey...
(I've got)
I've got to get away (away)
Hey
Run away from
Home
Run away from (young, fresh n' new)
Home
Run away from
Home
Run away from
When the world feels like its closin' in
And you don't know what you know
And you think about whats holdin' you
It's relatives and clothes
Just leave it all behind
You got to get away
You got to get away
Everybody
(Got to get)
I've got to get away (away)
Hey hey hey hey...
(I've got)
Oh I've got to get away (away)
But I've got to be
Young, fresh n' new
Hey
Run away from
Home
Run away from (young, fresh n' new)
Home
Run away from
Home
Run away from
Hey
song performed by by Kelis
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Blacksmith
The blacksmith takes a tool and works with it in the coals,
But your love is after the manner of Egypt!
And like carved images in the home of your love,
But in that day the little child will lead the wild animals.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Stranger
I met him on the way last sunday
He said that he is a Postmaster
I said how glad to meet him
and I gave him some letters to post.
I met him again, yes the same person on monday.
He said that he knows my father and he too a blacksmith.
Then I gave him a knife to sharpen.
I met him at the cemetery gravel road on Tuesday.
Yes, the same gentleman.
He said that he is a Pawnbroker, he knows my mother well
and he lives behind the cemetery.
I gave him my wedding ring and begged for money.
He took it and ran away.
One day when I was just passing the graveyard I saw his tomb with a photograph.
and this was written.
'Once a post master
and a blacksmith
killed a pawnbroker
died as a gambler'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Showdown Vol. 1
Whos to blame
Whats his name?
Wheres he from?
Is that my range hes drivin...
Tell me whats he got that i aint got alot of
Besides who is he to lay in the covers of my home
Oooooo! my home
Now lets not forget her misses
Shes nothing like my mother
God rest her soul ooooooo
Took her of these streets gave her everything
I was the one that belived in all of her dreams and she did me wrong
So prepare yourself..
[chorus]
Its about to be a showdown
Its goin down
Somebodys been foolin around in my home,wearin my clothes, drivin my car
God help me
Its a showdown
Its goin down
Somebodys been foolin around in my home,wearin my clothes, drivin my car
Its on
Now first things first
Wheres this cat from
song performed by by Isley Brothers
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Fashion Butterfly
You dress up your clothes like a butterfly,
Girl, you've got style,
As you strut your stuff on the beach,
In the office, in the car,
In nightclubs and in bars,
Where you get merry,
And kiss all the boys,
Having fun as you play them like toys,
For you sparkle like pink champayne,
And just enjoy your nights,
The nightlife keeping you up until the morning light,
The sunshine hurting your eyes,
As you slip on black sunglasses,
For today is going to be a cooker,
As you travel uptown to be a star,
And shop for all those beautiful, colourful clothes,
That leave you shining at night,
For you are a fashion butterfly,
And a beautiful sight.
poem by Paula Glynn
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When The Sun Goes Down Tomorrow
Thumbing for a ride by the edge of the road
With a brown paper bag to hold my clothes
But tonight Im going home where I belong
If the good lords willing and the creek dont rise
And if my luck holds out, and I catch me a ride
When the sun goes down tomorrow, I should be home
This big city aint no kind of place
For a country girl with a friendly face
If you smile people look at your funny, they take it wrong
They laugh at my talkin and clothes I wear
They put me down and they call me square
But tonight Im going home where I belong
Chorus:
Im goin back to the people I love
Back to the place that I dream of
Its true that theres no place like home sweet home
The one I want to see the most
Is the boy who begged me not to go
When the sun goes down tomorrow
Tag:
Tonight Im going back where I belong
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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