If every man would sweep his own door-step the city would soon be clean.
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If every man would sweep before his own door, the city would soon be clean.
If every man would sweep his own doorstep the city would soon be clean.
If each person would sweep before his own house, the city would soon be clean.
Let everyone sweep in front of his own door, and the whole world will be clean.
quote by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Top Of The City
One more step to the top of the city
Where just a couple of pigeons are living
Up on the angels shoulders
I dont know if Im closer to heaven but
It looks like hell down there
These streets have never been paved with gold
Welcome to the loneliest city in the world
Its no good for you baby
Its no good for you now
Keep looking up for the ladder
I dont know if youll love me for it
But I dont think we should suffer this
Theres just one thing we can do about it
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
See how that building there is nearly built
Theres a big fire over on the north of the city
I see you walking down the street with her
I see your lights going on and off
Shes no good for you baby
Shes no good for you now
Look Im here with the ladder
I dont know if you love me or not
But I dont think we should ever suffer
Theres just one thing we can do about this
Take me up to the top of the city
Take me up to the top of the city
Up to the highest point of the city
One more step to the top of the city
Put me up on the angels shoulders
And I dont mind if its dangerous
I dont mind if its raining
Take me up to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
Take me up to the top of the city
Mmm yes, one more step to the top of the city
And put me up on the angels shoulders
song performed by by Kate Bush
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The Ghost
NOW that the curtains are drawn close
Now that the fire burns low,
And on her narrow bed the rose
Is stark laid out in snow;
Now that the wind of winter blows
Bid my heart say if still it knows
The step it used to know.
I hear the silken gown you wear
Sweep on the gallery floor,
Your step comes up the wide, dark stair
And pauses at my door.
My heart with the old hope flowers fair--
That shrivels to the old despair,
For you come in no more!
poem by Edith Nesbit
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Baby Step Back
Now it looks to me like the same old place
In the sky it looks like rain
The same old town with the same old streets
The address has not change
You can find me there
With the door shut tight
And the one wish that remains
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
No you know I dont write no bad checks
I have no wish to repent
Ive seen a few
But whatever I do
I dont cause no accidents
Whiskey and wine help me pass the time
I dont leave no evidence
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Still I dont kneel down
I was born to fight
So youd best leave me alone
Maybe Ill get much more than I need
Or much less than I should own
Last of all let me say it again
Either step up or step on
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby step back baby step back
Either step up or step back
Baby walk back baby walk back
Either walk on or walk back
Baby step back ...
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Clean
Eat clean,
Live clean,
Sleep clean,
dress clean,
Walk clean,
Learn clean,
Play clean,
Think clean,
dance clean,
Talk clean,
Sing clean,
work clean,
Because the world around you is watching what you do;
You are the only one on this earth,
So live and let us live too.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I Step Out Of The Door
i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not opened
it is humid
it is cold
and i step out of the door the windows still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades
and shaken
i look upon a sky
and there is this star still shining despite the opening of the
mouth of the morning
after a deep sleep
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Repost Of The Past Poem
i step out of the door
from my dark room the windows are not open
it is humid and cold
i step out of the door the windows are still closed
i lock the door and step upon a patch of green grass
the dews are hanging on the blades and shaken
i look upon the sky
and there is this star still shining
despite the opening of the mouth of the morning
i was in deep slumber
i close my eyes
i see your face but i promise there shall be no tears.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sweep first before your own door, before you sweep the doorsteps of your neighbors.
Sweep before your own door first before you sweep before the doorsteps of your neighbors.
Movin' To The Country
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
Gonna get myself out of this city
Cause livin' here is just a pity
I'm gonna get myself out of this city
I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air
I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air
Gonna breathe myself clean country air
In the city, they aint no air there
I'm gonna breathe myself clean country air
I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine
I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine
Gonna get myself that jug a shine
And I'm gonna have a real good time
I'm gonna get myself a jug of moonshine
I'm gonna get myself some country women
I'm gonna get myself some country women
Gonna get myself some country women
Baby, that's what I call livin'
I'm gonna get myself some country women
Yeah, I'm movin' to the country
(folkpoem)
poem by Edwin Robinette
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Step It Up And Go
by Bob Dylan (arr)
1. Got a little girl, little and low,
She used to love me but she don't no more.
She gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
2. Got a little girl, she stays upstairs,
Make a livin' by puttin' on airs.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
3. Front door shut, back door too,
Blinds pulled down, what' cha gonna do?
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
4. Got a little girl, her name is Ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
5. Me an' my baby walkin' down the street,
Tellin' everybody 'bout the chief of police.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
6. Tell my woman I'll see her at home,
Ain't no lovin' since she been gone.
Gotta step it up and go-Yeah, go.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
7. Well, I'll sing this verse, ain't gonna sing no more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-Yeah, man.
Can't stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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City Of Sin
City of sin
When will thou go clean
A foolish society
In an archaic city
Full of vanity
A city without conscience
Full of violence
Greediness and selfishness
Why should there be a city
Without justice and fairness
The rich over the poor
Blood do they devour
Life becomes sore
Her daughters turn hoer
How can there exist
Such a city
If goodness is banish
Then we are all finish
Why won't they perish
Why must i cherish
Such an evil city
poem by Matt Ancient
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It's Hard to Grow
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But they've been stopped...
Hitting bottom from the top.
Dropped and blocked.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending...
Swoosh
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
Oh Lawd it's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to clossssuup.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
Little do they know,
Each season has an ending.
With one clean sweep...
What was no longer is to be!
It's hard to grow,
And go through doors that have to close.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
They want these doors stayed open.
But for them...
These doors will not be opened again!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Step It Up & Go
1. got a little girl, little and low,
She used to love me but she dont no more.
She gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
2. got a little girl, she stays upstairs,
Make a livin by puttin on airs.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
3. front door shut, back door too,
Blinds pulled down, what cha gonna do?
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
4. got a little girl, her name is ball,
Give a little bit, she took it all.
I said step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
5. me an my baby walkin down the street,
Tellin everybody bout the chief of police.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
6. tell my woman Ill see her at home,
Aint no lovin since she been gone.
Gotta step it up and go-yeah, go.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
7. well, Ill sing this verse, aint gonna sing no more,
Hear my gal call me and I got to go.
Step it up and go-yeah, man.
Cant stand pat, swear you gotta step it up and go.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sweep before your own door before you sweep before others.
Tale of Three Cities
New York blasted London blasted
Singapore -
Ripped off each other's metaphoric balls,
Crumbling walls.
Priapic city monoliths -
Blue-sky scraping bastards -
Shout about their height (but really length) .
V8 arseholes didn't care -
Pumping shit into the air,
So long as they were always there to
Fart aloud a smoggy cloud,
Laughing at the weak asthmatic,
Humoured that it seems traumatic.
Watch the greedy cities oozing
Chair-bound fat committees, though they
Look a bunch of titties as they
Waffle on about the pound.
Ever thought to look around and see
That they were dead?
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Chimney cleaner and Soothsayer's daughter
Romeo a handsome youth
Who carries a rickety ladder door to door
And clean the soot properly.
When smoke rises up to the sky
He just sit on a step and stares towards infinity.
Soothsayer's teenage daughter roams around the balcony
And she's very cautious of what her father once said firmly.
'Juliet, You must be very careful of your future
And it's written on your forehead.
One day you choose a partner
Who works hard with dirt.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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