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Piece Of Crap (Eddie Vedder & Ministry) (White Label Demo)
Neil Young) (various dates)
Tried to save the trees, bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out, it was a piece 'a crap...piece of crap...
Wanted an LP, only had CD's
Digitally clean, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Bought myself a can, thought it'd take me far
The dealer was a liar, he was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Got it from my friend, on him you can depend
I found out in the end, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I'm trying to save the trees, I saw it on TV
They cut the forest down to build a piece of crap...piece of crap...
Picked up a magazine to read about the scene
It didn't tell me beans, it was a piece of crap...piece of crap...
I went back to the store, they gave me four more
The guy told me at the door it was a piece of crap...
It was a piece of crap
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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Piece Of Crap
Tried to save the trees
Bought a plastic bag
The bottom fell out
It was a piece of crap
Saw it on the tube
Bought it on the phone
Now youre home alone
Its a piece of crap
I tried to plug in it
I tried to turn it on
When I got it home
It was a piece of crap
Got it from a friend
On him you can depend
I found out in the end
It was a piece of crap
Im trying to save the trees
I saw it on tv
They cut the forest down
To build a piece of crap
I went back to the store
They gave me four more
The guy told me at the door
Its a piece of crap
song performed by by Neil Young
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Again Rejoicing Nature Sees
Again rejoicing nature sees
Her robe assume its vernal hues,
Her leafy looks wave in the breeze,
All freshly steep'd in morning dews.
And maun I still on Menie doat,
And bear the scorn that's in her ee?
For it's jet, jet black, an' it's like a hawk,
An' it winna let a body be!
In vain to me the cowslips blaw,
In vain to me the vi'lets spring;
In vain to me, in glen or shaw,
The mavis and the lintwhite sing.
And maun I still...
The merry ploughboy cheers his team,
Wi' joy the tentie seedsman stalks,
But life to me 's a weary dream,
A dream of ane that never wauks.
And maun I still...
The wanton coot the water skims,
Among the reeds the ducklings cry,
The stately swan majestic swims,
And every thing is blest but I.
And maun I still...
The shepherd steeks his faulding slap,
And owre the moorlands whistles shill,
Wi' wild, unequal, wand'ring step,
I meet him on the dewy hill.
And maun I still...
And when the lark, 'tween light and dark,
Blythe waukens by the daisy's side,
And mounts and sings on fluttering wings,
A woe-worn ghaist I hameward glide.
And maun I still...
Come, Winter, with thine angry howl,
And raging bend the naked tree;
Thy gloom will soothe my cheerless soul,
When Nature all is sad like me!
And maun I still...
poem by Robert Burns
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The Hint o' Hairst
It's dowie in the hint o' hairst,
At the wa-gang o' the swallow,
When the wind grows cauld, and the burns grow bauld,
And the wuds are hingin' yellow ;
But oh, it's dowier far to see
The wa-gang o' her the hert gangs wi',
The deid-set o' a shinin' e'e -
That darkens the weary world on thee.
There was mickle love atween us twa -
Oh, twa could ne'er been fonder ;
And the thing on yird was never made,
That could ha'e gart us sunder.
But the way of Heaven's abune a' ken,
And we maun bear what it likes to sen' -
It's comfort, though, to weary men,
That the warst o' this warld's waes maun en'.
There's mony things that come and gae,
Just kent, and syne forgotten ;
And the flowers that busk a bonnie brae,
Gin anither year lie rotten.
But the last look o' that lovely e'e,
And the dying grip she ga'e to me,
They're settled like eternitie -
Oh, Mary ! that I were wi' thee.
poem by Hew Ainslie
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Weekend
This ones going out to everybody in the place
Sounds of the track - attacker
Go ahead!
Yes!
Here comes the chicks terminator
In control
pon the mic Im the teacher
Spread my words like a preacher
Cut the crap, get a slap
Drum and bass still on the map
pon the mic you cant stop me
Flat on your back like 1,2,3
Yeah, here we come!
Chorus:
Love in a womans heart
I wanna have the whole and not a part.
Strange that this feeling grows more and more
cause I never loved someone like you before.
Alright crew, its weekend!
Yes, we are not the monkeys
But weve got the key
Iam the fast chatter
No one better than me
Yeah
pon the mic Im the teacher
Spread my words like a preacher
Cut the crap, get a slap
Drum and bass still on the map
pon the mic Im the voodoo
The destination is zulu
Here we come! Here we go!
Chorus:
Love in a womans heart
I wanna have the whole and not a part.
Strange that this feeling grows more and more
cause I never loved someone like you before.
What is essential is invisible to the eye
Its only with the heart that you can see rightly
Yeah
Chorus:
Love in a womans heart
I wanna have the whole and not a part.
Strange that this feeling grows more and more
cause I never loved someone like you before.
Respect to the man in the icecream van
Over and out
song performed by by Scooter
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All you have to do is to look like crap on film and everyone thinks you're a brilliant actress. Actually, all you've done is look like crap.
quote by Helen Mirren
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Any professional knows that the flute and the piano is a boring combination. All you've got to arrive at is a kind of typical gestural crap, right? You might agree, though you wouldn't call it gestural crap.
quote by Morton Feldman
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I did not deal well with the politicians. I tend to tell people that when they are full of crap, that they are full of crap.
quote by Robert Crandall
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Her Laundry List
Curtains were made
to conceal ugly people's nudity
Matchsticks were made to
scratch the inside of your ears
(doctors warn against this practice)
Fishing poles were made
to poison a man's ambition
Carpeting was made to cover dirt floors
Television was made to sell crap
Newspapers were written to wrap the crap in
Welfare was made to keep people dependent on crap
And finally
I was made to be yours
Socks worn more than three days were meant to be thrown away
and so therefore you weren't made to be mine
Logic....who said anything about Logic?
poem by Ted Sheridan
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Because of You
Because of you
I’m angry all the freakin’ time
Because of you
I’m always wary
Because of you
I lost my virtue
Because of you
I am broken
Chorus
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
End chorus
To you
I’m exposed
To you
I’m a quick target
But you will see
I’m not that easy
There’s more complications
That come with this confident girl
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
And I stand by and think
What’s the deal here
I never bothered you then
I don’t bother you now
And you started it
And all your friends laugh
Like no one’s watching
And I realize they aren’t
And I don’t want to tell
It’ll urge you on
But I can’t take this anymore
Now we’re here
And no way
Will I give in to you
Now we’re here
My only weapon
Is sarcasm
Now we’re here
And I don’t want
What you started with me that day
Now we’re here
And I think
Who gives a crap anyway
Don't worry, be crappy. Revolutionary means you ship and then test... Lots of things made the first Mac in 1984 a piece of crap - but it was a revolutionary piece of crap.
quote by Guy Kawasaki
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The English Teacher
I bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
he agreed, but said go easy on the lad he's only thirteen
they all want to be fifteen and grown up at that age,
they can't be seen by their peer-group to be 'for' anything too much
so they ridicule everything, it's either pretentious crap if it's modern
or stupid ancient crap if it's more than a generation ago...
they even call Shakespeare a sad loser until
someone says he wrote the screenplay for that film
though they're fascinated by the idea that Marlowe
was a spy as well as a crap writer not that they've read him anyway
but you know what he said
put them up on stage in the annual Shakespeare and make them
speak his lines, and they'll never forget it,
they'll not say anything about it to me except in private but
they'll remember it to their dying day it's things like that
he said that keep me in this bloody job.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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English Teacher
bumped into my grandson's English teacher yesterday
at the football, and in between shouting like teenagers
I moaned about the state of A's Eng. Lit. not to mention Eng. Lang. -
you know, you've heard it all before... in my day.....never regretted....
he agreed, but said go easy on the lad he's only thirteen
they all want to be fifteen and grown up at that age,
they can't be seen by their peer-group to be 'for' anything too much
so they ridicule everything, it's either pretentious crap if it's modern
or stupid ancient crap if it's more than a generation ago...
they even call Shakespeare a sad loser until
someone says he wrote the screenplay for that film
though they're fascinated by the idea that Marlowe
was a spy as well as a crap writer not that they've read him anyway
but you know what he said
put them up on stage in the annual Shakespeare and make them
speak his lines, and they'll never forget it,
they'll not say anything about it to me except in private but
they'll remember it to their dying day it's things like that
he said that keep me in this bloody job.
(revisited)
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wha Is That At My Bower-Door
'Wha is that at my bower-door?'
'O wha is it but Findlay!'
'Then gae your gate, ye'se nae be here:'
'Indeed maun I,' quo' Findlay;
'What mak' ye, sae like a thief?'
'O come and see,' quo' Findlay;
'Before the morn ye'll work mischief:'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'Gif I rise and let you in'-
'Let me in,' quo' Findlay;
'Ye'll keep me waukin wi' your din;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay;
'In my bower if ye should stay'-
'Let me stay,' quo' Findlay;
'I fear ye'll bide till break o' day;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'Here this night if ye remain'-
'I'll remain,' quo' Findlay;
'I dread ye'll learn the gate again;'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
'What may pass within this bower'-
'Let it pass,' quo' Findlay;
'Ye maun conceal till your last hour:'
'Indeed will I,' quo' Findlay.
poem by Robert Burns
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And if you're a golfer and you watch a golf film and Matt Damon swing, and it's not great, then you're not going to believe in the golf story, you're not going to believe in the rest of the film. That's the whole movie, so if that swing looks like crap, the movie's crap.
quote by Shia LaBeouf
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The eater is not the grower.
Corn grows, but man says he grows it.
It is corn's drive that makes it grow.
Yet man says he grows it and harvests it.
The one, who eats what one grows, does not grow it.
25.03.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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While You Skate
You can't break my heart and run,
Believing that will stimulate...
Since you've done it to invigorate,
While you skate.
Oh no!
No no.
No. No. No. No. No. No. Oh nooo!
You can't do what's been done before,
To pat and scratch like a puppy begging for more.
Ooo oh no.
No no.
No. No. No. No. No. No. Oh nooo!
Hold up on that locomotive.
With motives to bowl me all over...
Or roll in granola.
I'm much wiser...
Older.
Bolder.
And I don't cry on no one's shoulder!
Or weep for treats in tantrums to annoy.
Oh no.
No no.
No. No. No. No. No. No. Oh nooo!
Back up off that BS stuff.
I've had enough of all that crap you've laid!
I'm not a cuckoo.
Or your loose screw.
Ooooh back up off that BS stuff.
I've had enough of all that crap you've laid!
I'm not a cuckoo.
Or your loose screw.
You can't break my heart and run,
Believing that will stimulate...
Since you've done it to invigorate,
While you skate.
You can't do what's been done before,
To pat and scratch like a puppy begging for more.
Oh no.
No no.
No. No. No. No. No. No. Oh nooo!
Back up off that BS stuff.
I've had enough of all that crap you've laid!
I've said...
Back up off that BS stuff.
I've had enough of all that crap you've laid!
You can't break my heart and run,
Believing that will stimulate...
Since you've done it to invigorate,
While you skate.
No. No. No. No. No. No...
No!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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