The real cost for both a neat house and a well kept vineyard is incalculable.
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A purchased vineyard is tantamount to a stolen vineyard.
Things I Miss The Most
I don't mind the quiet
Or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes
And I don't miss the fights
I lie on the couch 'til suppertime
And hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most:
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
I kinda like frying up
My sad cuisine
Getting in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye
I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair
The good copper pans
The '54 Strat
These are the things I miss the most
I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdie good-bye
Birdie bye bye
I'm learning how to meditate
So far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood
The days really don't last forever
But it's getting pretty damn close
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most
The talk
The sex
Somebody to trust
The Audi TT
The house on the Vineyard
The house on the Gulf Coast
These are the things I miss the most
song performed by by Steely Dan
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Writers Are Ill Valued
When you buy a book
You pay for its making cost.
The real cost is much more.
Brain behind it is ill-valued.
Yet, who spend on books?
24.04.2002, Pakd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The fights I fought... cost a lot --the fight for the assault-weapons ban cost 20 members their seats in Congress. The NRA is the reason the Republicans control the House.
quote by William Jefferson Clinton
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Louis' Vineyard!
Louis' vineyard!
So near and so dear to you;
Inventory, history, story, victory! !
But, in a White Tower.
To bring it up,
reaching up to it!
To hold it,
With love and concern;
And like an easy drive,
Down there in Louis' vineyard.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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If I was being executed by injection, I'd clean up my cell real neat. Then, when they came to get me, I'd say, 'Injection I thought you said inspection'.' They'd probably feel real bad, and maybe I could get out of it.
Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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THE COST...by Talile Ali
V1
ALWAYS AVOIDED FAME
AFRAID TO PAY THE COST
LOSS OF FAMILY
FRIEND'S WHO ALL ARE LOST
THERE IS NO DENYING
THE NEED TO SERVE IS STRONG
THE COST OF SERVICE EXPENSIVE
THAT'S NOT TO SAY IT'S WRONG
CHORUS
BUT IT'S THE COST
IT'S THE COST
GOTTA PAY THE PIPER
OR ELSE YOU'LL BE TOSSED
IT'S THE COST
V2
LOVE IS PLAIN AND SIMPLE
HEART IS STRONG AND TRUE
EPIPHANIES ARE FLOWING
WANT TO SHARE WITH YOU
SO I WRITE AND PERFORM
AND YOU SEE MY NEED
TO DO THIS HERE SERVICE
FOR EVERYONE'S THAT'S PLEASED
JAM FOR 24 BARS
CHORUS
BUT IT'S THE COST
IT'S THE COST
GOTTA PAY THE PIPER
OR ELSE YOU'LL BE TOSSED
IT'S THE COST
FADE OUT
poem by Talile Ali
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A house ready built and a vineyard ready planted.
They Are Tearing Down My Grandfather's House
(An NLP Editor's Choice Award Winner in Verdant Lands of Spring) They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
The windows they've removed. To them it's real
estate, to me it's my heart being ripped in two.
The realtors, the bankers, the moneymen don't understand.
A house is more than made of wood, a house is made of man. My Grandfather's house is a memory that will
endure after it's torn down.
He's been gone for near thirty years, but his
house had lived on.
I know the world is made of change, and change
is all that's real. But one thing I cannot change,
that is the way I feel. I wipe a tear in the falling rain,
because they are tearing down my Grandfather's
house, and it gives me pain.
I love him as if it were yesteryear,
his wit and smile as warm as the sun.
The house once stood to remind me, but that too
is gone. They are tearing down my Grandfather's house,
it's made of wood and brick and stone.
Yet a house if more than made of wood,
a house is made of love.
poem by David A. Webb
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Twisting By The Pool
Were going on a holiday now
Gonna take a villa, a small chalet
On the costa del magnifico
Where the cost of living is so low
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
Sitting in a small cafe now
Swing, swing, swingin to the cabaret
You wanna see a movie, take in a show now
Meet new people at the disco
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
And we can still get information
Reading all about inflation
And youre never gonna be out of reach
Theres a call-box on the beach
Mmm, youre gonna look so cute
Sunglasses and bathing suites
Be the baby of my dreams
Like the ladies in the magazine
Yeah, were gonna be so neat
Dance to the eurobeat
Yeah, were gonna be so cool
Twisting by the pool
Im a twisting fool
Just twisting, yeah twisting
Twisting by the pool
song performed by by Dire Straits
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Dirt makes a man look masculine. Let your hair blow in the wind, and all that. It's OK. All you have to do is look neat when you have to look neat.
quote by Hedy Lamarr
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Summer 1
Blue shirt with badge
Neat dress, neat hair
Announcing God
As an excuse?
poem by Michael Oliver
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The Houses
1898 -- A Song of the Dominions
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Freezing Steel
Freezing steel
Ive flown the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
And though my bodys back I know it cant be real
cause Ive been on that house without a guiding wheel
The house of freezing steel
Oh wheres it going, picked me up at seven
When my eyes were weak from the light of the morning
Oh sister wont you tell me what a man might want to know
This madness is fine, yes if youre mad at the time
Back on the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
The tied my body up, Im forced to eat my meal
A cold plate of lamb and cold potatoes too
Now whats a soul to do
Oh lord above, brother wont you tell me
Is this a eucharistic dove
cause Ive been waiting for the right one to appear
But Ive seen it in your face, and baby this aint the place
Up on the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel.
I made my mind up then to get me to the wheel
I made the cabin door, the pilot turned around
He said were venus bound
Oh please take me home
After all Im only human and the earth is where I belong
I must have looked pitiful to this freak without a face
cause as he touched my head I saw myself back in bed
Ive flown the house of freezing, the house of freezing steel
And though my bodys back I know it cant be real
cause Ive been on that house without a guiding wheel
The house of freezing steel
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Cost-benefit analysis
Any government economic project
Should involve cost-benefit analysis
Before implementation.
Calculation of cost must involve
Market survey cost, establishment cost, labor cost
Production cost, marketing cost and so forth.
Calculation of benefit must include
Financial benefit, social benefit
Political benefit and so on.
The governments should take into account
Whether there is skilled manpower
In the country to run the project or not?
They should also consider
The possibility of change
Of technology to be used
In near future in other countries.
Thus the viability of the project
Can be justified before implementation
In order to avoid wastage of money and time.
poem by Asif Andalib
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Chance and Geometry
Chance and Geometry
There is a sense that all
the magic has fled us.
Weber says that intellectualisation and
rationality mean
that there are no mysterious,
incalculable forces
that come into play,
but rather that one can- in principle-
‘master all things by calculation.’
How could we think that we prefer
our own puny calculations
(So devoid of real data,
So luminously ignorant)
to that lash of random, beautiful Chance,
the sting of incalculable, mysterious forces
that care so little about our outcomes
except to spice up the narrative?
I ‘m sure i want more meaning than
an equation of
pros and cons, good and evil
the right man at the wrong time
the wrong man at the right time,
but
all my silly femininities and lost causes
blast away at the foundations
of my careful construction.
Yes, I thought I’d
mastered all things by calculation,
added and subtracted
my failures and successes,
weighed up the possible outcomes,
come up with a sum
I could live with...
Tidy sums.
isosoles triangles
E=mc 2.
This morning finds me once again
on my knees in the floor laughing or crying
for want of the mysterious
that once guided my life so
deftly.
God or
Love or
Destiny. I’ll admit it,
I’m addicted to Chance.
‘Fuk it’ I pray.
Fervently.
Unwilling to let the decisions
make themselves or
throw up my hands in the face of the undeniable
truth
that
you don’t love me
anymore.
Let the devil have his 10 minutes of fame
where the consequences of my loving you
fall fully across my back.
‘40 lashes save one’
isn't’ that the sentence that Jesus took on back
when reason feared the incalculable mysterious?
Whipped like a puppy because
He loved us too much to accept our decisive
‘piss off, Jesus, you’re doing my head in’
(We say, “I mean, He’s a lot of fun at parties, but He’s so intense’
We say, ‘ It’s the way He finds a meaning in every little lie we tell ‘
We say, ‘Hey, lighten up, God, would you? ’)
And when He persistently, insistently
continues to love us,
mercilessly generous
and not caring that we are complete shits;
we kill Him.
He takes about three days to decide
He’s not having it,
uses our brutality to secure
us an eternal life we
never asked for.
Now we owe Him
exactly
what we previously refused
to give Him freely.
So much for calculation.
This morning in my room
I was empty after weeping,
fine as an eggshell, you
could have crushed me with a smile;
remembering how God
warned me that my life was about
to come undone,
asked me if I still wanted an answer to my last
prayer.
(‘heal me or kill me’, i’d prayed back then.
Meaning every word of it)
Boarding that trans-alantic flight was
my ‘Yes’ to Him.
I bared my heart, allowed it to be
sliced wide open with His sabre of Chance,
He watched as the Mysterious ran me down with
this freight train of desire.
for you.
slapped me with this holy stupid Love.
Allowed me my useless hope
founded on misinterpreted prophecies,
left me here where the only deliverer
possible
is the One who let me fall.
Left wondering if He will deliver me
after all
God knows, you aren’t going to.
Well. Fair enough.
I asked for it.
You know as well as I what everything
its cost me,
just as I know how it cost you exactly
what you’d budgeted.
Now comes the healing part:
take this love back, God
-which has neither killed nor healed me,
shown me the light nor given me eternal life -
take it back
along with Chance and Mystery.
Use them for something bigger
if You can.
Because right at this moment
-if You don’t mind-
I’m reconsidering the beauty of
Geometry.
poem by Sarita Brown
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The Real Life
Suzanne divorced her husband
She got the keys and the car and the home
But her friends were really his friens
No one stops by to see her much any more
So one night, she goes back down to
The old haunts
That once upon a time were her own
She didnt know nobody out there no
More
And the whole experience just made her
Feel so old
She says
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life
Jackson jackson was a good kid
He had four years of college
And a bachelors degree
Started workin, when he was 21
Got fed up and quit
When he was 43
He said, my whole life
Ive done, what I supposed to do
Now id like to maybe do something
For myself
And just as soon, I figure out what
That is
You can bet your live
Im gonna give it hell
He says
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life
I guess, it dont matter, how old you
Are
Or how old one lives to be
I guess, it boils down to what we did
With our lives
And how we deal with our own
Destinies
But something happens
When you reach a certain age
Particularly to to those ones, that are
Young at heart
Its a lonely proposition when you
Realize
That theres less days in front of the
Horse
Than riding in the back of this cart
I say
I want to live the real life
I want to life my life close to the bone
Just because im middle-aged that
Dont mean
I want to sit around my house and watch tv
I want the real life
I want to live the real life.
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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House Of Jazz
Humdinger
Bell ringer
Got a nasty stinger
To slow you down
Mud slinger
Gold digger
Who point the finger
And do you down
Kickin' and a fightin' on a TV show
Lightin' blindin' in the middle of the road
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Ball stripper
Big tipper
Got a slap 'n' tickler
To make you growl
Spitin' and bitin' on a TV show
Tightenin' frightenin' givin' out a load
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Come on in
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
Are you comin' in
Are you comin' in
I said into the house of jazz
Come into the house of
Come into the house of
Come into the house of jazz
The house of jazz
song performed by by AC/DC from Stiff Upper Lip
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Come Out To Play
He used to think that it was neat
When he hung out on the street
Now that its his daily beat, hes not so sure
Cause hes come to depend
On a street with a dead end
And hell sell you his best friend, so he can score
(chorus
Boys and girls come out to play
The junk mans on the streets to say
Hell make your dreams feel real today
And steal your minds tomorrow
Now his thoughts dont seem so clear
His whole life is filled with fear
His habit cost him dear in every way
His girl cant take the heat
But his friends all cross the street
Still the needle keeps him sweet
If he can pay for one more day
His bones have got no meat
Hes unsteady on his feet
And he doesnt get to eat, not every day
What started out for kicks
Has become a daily fix
And his girlfriends turning tricks to pay his way
(chorus)
Boys and girls come out to play
The junk mans on the streets to say
Hell make your dreams feel real today
And steal your minds tomorrow
song performed by by Ub40
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