One chops the wood, and the other shouts ""Oh, my back!""
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Dont Bust My Chops
Im sick and tired of you calling me names Im sick and tired of your childish games
Im sick and tired of your bullshit brats cocaine stupor and anxiety attacks
Picked up the magazine, I see your face youre nothin boy, a goddamn waste
With the lamest fashions on your back youre never happy, a hypochondriac
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops yeah
Youre a styling queen and an alley cat too many chocolates keep a fat man fat
Youre a pain in the ass, and your on the loose all I get from you is your bad attitude
Dirty mouth, its all I can bear get outta here bitch, cause youre nowhere
Always wearin that cheap perfume can always tell when youre in the room
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops ah
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops
Dont bust my chops, baby, dont bust my chops alright
song performed by by Ramones
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Choppin' Wood
(Van Morrison)
You wired the trains and went back home to St. Claire's shores
Before you became a spark down at the yard
You were passing through those hungry years alone
You were just trying to make a living out in Detroit
When you came back off the boats you didn't want to go anywhere
You sit down to TV in your favourite chair
You watch the big picture fade away down at Harland and Wolff
But you still kept on choppin' wood
And you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
You lived your life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
Well the spark was gone but you carried on
You always did the best you could
You sent for us once but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood choppin' wood
Well you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
And you lived a life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
WeIl the spark was gone but you carried on
Well you did just the best that you could
You sent for us one time but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood
Kept on choppin'wood
Kept on choppin' wood
Local man chops wood
You know you did the best you could
Well everything just fell through
Kept on choppin' wood
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, keep on choppin'
Chop, chop, chop, choppin' wood
song performed by by Van Morrison
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One chops the wood, the other does the grunting.
Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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I needed an opportunity to get back in the studio and get my recording chops back together.
quote by Pat Travers
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Let It Out
[verse 1]
This life we lead is never boring
New things come with every morning
Everyday is a second chance
The start of a divine romance
Take a breath and jump right in
[chorus]
Let it out
Tell the world what you're about
Let them hear your screams, you shouts (out loud)
Don't hold back, don't let down
It's all or nothing now
[verse 2]
Something's changing deep inside me
I'm letting go of all I'm hiding
I'm in over my head
But I'm not afraid
To dive in deep and make some waves
[chorus] 2x
Let it out
Tell the world what you're about
Let them hear your screams, you shouts (out loud)
Don't hold back, don't let down
It's all or nothing now
[bridge]
No type of inquisition
Could ever make me change my position
I've told you before
Tell me to be quiet and I'll shout some more
[chorus]
Let it out
Tell the world what you're about
Let them hear your screams, you shouts (out loud)
Don't hold back, don't let down
It's all or nothing now
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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There Is Always Something There To Remind Me
The teachers name was charles
He made me feel like jack
Thought martin was late
Cause he sat right at the back
Thought my name was peter
The time that I was there
I told him it was paul
But he didnt seem to care
Drawing moustaches and glasses
While on the ruling classes
Drawing willies on soldiers
From berlin to damascus
It shouts out loud
Im more than you
Making bombs in chemistry,
And catapults in craft,
He thought I must be far too
Down, for this class
He even told the caretaker,
I didnt want to pass,
And he agreed hed seen me,
Cutting cross his grass
Would he keep all the marbles,
Hed taken in that year,
Would we stormtroop the staffroom,
And pinch his cans of beer.,p] it shouts out loud
Im more than you.
There is always something there to remind me,
Of something that I shouldve left behind me,
It taps you on the shoulder in a que,
It shouts across the street, Ive more than you,
There is always something there to remind me,
Of you.
It shouts out loud
Im more than you.
song performed by by Housemartins
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Sea-Saw (more writing fun)
If I saw a wood boat afloat
Upon the sea,
Would what I see possibly be
The wood I cut from a tree?
For when I saw a tree
I would like to think I see,
What the wood I saw
Could be.
If all I saw in wood from a tree
Was all I saw that there was to see,
Would what I did saw
Be the wood that I now see?
And if the wood I once did saw
Was indeed made into that ship on the sea,
Would it even be possible to know that here what I see
Is the wood once sawed by me?
All I here would dare to share is:
I see what I saw, and I saw what I see,
And therefore the wood I do saw could one day be
The boat I may see, afloat upon the sea.
See?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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The Avenger's Back
I interrupt your transmission
To distort your position
I is here, the avenger's back
Other MCs, their style is wack
They don't know the drill
Like my lyrical thrill
Still to be continued once again
Are you my foe or can I call you a friend?
Stepped up in the cipher all the way to the end
Knock on wood!
On the M. I. C. I start to flex
Badboy DJ, rough 'pon the dex
I is here, the avenger's back
Other MCs their style is wack
Creep 'pon the rhythm smooth like a spider
Nuff of them mine, some of them minor
To be continued once again
Stepped up in the cipher all the way to the end, yeah!
Knock on wood!
(It's like thunder, lightning!)
(It's like thunder, lightning!
The way you love me is frightening)
Yes! Knock on wood!
Knock on wood!
Aaaargh, wow!
song performed by by Scooter
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On Reading a Recent Greek Poet
After the wailing had already begun
along the walls, their ruin certain,
the Trojans fidgeted with bits of wood
in the three-ply doors, itsy-bitsy
pieces of wood, fussing with them.
And began to get their nerve back and feel hopeful.
poem by Bertolt Brecht
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Crosscut Saw
By r. g. ford
Im a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
Im a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You cant help but say, hot dog!
Some call me woodcutting sam,
Some call me woodcutting jim.
The last girl I cut wood for,
She wants me back again.
Im a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You cant help but say, hot dog!
I got a double-bladed axe
That really cuts good.
Well, Im a crosscut saw,
Gonna bury me in your wood.
Im a crosscut saw,
Baby, drag me across your log.
I cut your wood so easy for you,
You cant help but say, hot dog!
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Knock On Wood
I dont want to lose the good thing that Ive got
If I do, I will surely, I will lose a lot
For your love is better than any love other Ive know
Its like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
I got superstitious about you, but I cant take change
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love Ive known
Its like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood
Its no secret, but that woman fills my lovin cup
She sees, so ready, that I get enough
And her love is better than any other love Ive known
Its like thunder
Its like lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood
Baby
Better, yes, better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) yes, I better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) oh, knock on wood
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) you know I would, would
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) its no secret
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) no, oh, better
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) hangin above me
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) I cant leave her
(yes you better knock, knock, knock on wood) oh no, baby
Knock on wood, woo!
song performed by by David Bowie
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Alumni Hall
surrounded by old wood
you breathe wood
and you feel the wood
breathing you too
all around you
in deep sleep
the past comes still dreaming of you
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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On The Lam
‘I'm going away today, ' he said,
‘I'm going away for good! '
We looked at his suitcase, neatly packed,
‘We don't really think you should! '
‘It doesn't matter a fig to me
Whatever you want me to,
I said that I'm going away, I did,
And that's what I'm going to do.'
The wife looked beat, admitted defeat,
And stalked back into the house,
While I sat down on the garden wall
And stomped on the odd wood louse.
‘So where do you think you'll spend the night
When it comes to the end of the day,
When the Moon comes up and the lights go out
And the Wolves begin to bay? '
He sulked, ‘I'll be on a pirate ship,
With Long John What's-is-name,
I'll sit right up in the Crows Nest
Spotting the ships on the Spanish Main.'
‘But what if a cannonball takes your leg
And chops it off at the knee,
They've got no doctors on pirate ships
Out in that terrible sea.'
‘Well, maybe I won't, ' he faltered,
Maybe I'll go to the Hemlock Inn,
And sup on the stuff that pirates sup
And get me a mug of gin! '
‘I think it's rum that you're thinking of,
And that's some terrible stuff,
It causes your head to twirl and spin
‘Til your ears come falling off.'
‘I'll ride on a double-decker bus,
I'll do what I want to do,
Nothing you say will change my mind
I'm not going to live with you! '
‘That's sad, I'll just have to eat them all,
Those humbugs up in the jar,
And the fairy cakes that your mother makes
While I'm looking up at the stars.'
‘That's it, I'm going away, ' he said,
‘I'm taking off on the Lam.'
‘Be careful the police don't pick you up,
They turn little boys to jam! '
He headed off to the first Lamp Post,
Then stopped, and swivelled to see,
If I was following with my eyes,
But I'd turned my gaze to a tree.
He took another few faltering steps,
Then turned and wandered back home,
‘I thought I'd stay for the fairy cakes,
I'm not quite ready to roam.'
The dog came out and he bounded up
And they played around on the lawn,
I called out, ‘Mother, the pirate's back,
His ship was lost in a storm! '
30 November 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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My chops are still up, even though I'm not still in high school.
quote by Travis Barker
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To put it in musician's terms, my chops are good.
quote by Cy Coleman
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A silent voice seen.
Lonelyness.. shouts out alowd,
from the silence of a strange man, who stands alone..but within a crowd.
Silence keeps his company...and of few men who are so prowd.
Lonelyness, shouts out again... from the crowd.
poem by James Urwin
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Who eats it won't know the bitterness of the onion, but who chops it does.
Madrigal (To Miss May Forshall)
He shouts amain, he shouts again,
(Her brother, fierce, as bluff King Hal),
"I tell you flat, I shall do that!"
She softly whispers " 'May' for 'shall'!"
He wistful sighed one eventide
(Her friend, that made this Madrigal),
"And shall I kiss you, pretty Miss!"
Smiling she answered " 'May' for 'shall'!"
With eager eyes my reader cries,
"Your friend must be indeed a val-
-uable child, so sweet, so mild!
What do you call her?" "May For shall."
poem by Lewis Carroll
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Corporal Stare
Back from the line one night in June,
I gave a dinner at Bethune—
Seven courses, the most gorgeous meal
Money could buy or batman steal.
Five hungry lads welcomed the fish
With shouts that nearly cracked the dish;
Asparagus came with tender tops,
Strawberries in cream, and mutton chops.
Said Jenkins, as my hand he shook,
“They’ll put this in the history book.”
We bawled Church anthems in choro
Of Bethlehem and Hermon snow,
With drinking songs, a jolly sound
To help the good red Pommard round.
Stories and laughter interspersed,
We drowned a long La Bassée thirst—
Trenches in June make throats damned dry.
Then through the window suddenly,
Badge, stripes and medals all complete,
We saw him swagger up the street,
Just like a live man—Corporal Stare!
Stare! Killed last May at Festubert.
Caught on patrol near the Boche wire,
Torn horribly by machine-gun fire!
He paused, saluted smartly, grinned,
Then passed away like a puff of wind,
Leaving us blank astonishment.
The song broke, up we started, leant
Out of the window—nothing there,
Not the least shadow of Corporal Stare,
Only a quiver of smoke that showed
A fag-end dropped on the silent road.
poem by Robert Graves
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