What have you to hide from someone who shows you his arse?
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I could be a bit of a pain in the arse. Since I've come out of my cancer, I must say I intend to be even more of a pain in the arse.
quote by Harold Pinter
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Theory of Naas
In times of yore in Ireland
The jokes came thick and fast
About the town of Naas.
They changed the way they said it.
Instead of rhyming Naas with arse
They rhymed it with a face-
Sounds like the queen says 'nice'.
Irish jokers agreed to wipe
Anal-rhyming with old Naas.
Till Joyce-he couldn't stop himself,
Insinuating smarty-arse.
Why did Joyce call the guy Athy
When he could have called him Naas?
On a map of Kildare
Two towns at a glance
Rhyme with what's found
In a character's pants.
Young Dedalus shared a sickroom
With a guy nicknamed 'a thigh'.
'an arse' it could have equally been.
Why not? I'll give it a try:
First thoughts were Joyce were a shy man
Then I guessed his mind too high class.
The truth of it is he was tickled
By the sounds of Athy and of Naas:
Just to mention Athy to an Ireman
Brings on a thought of an arse.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Eye 4 An Eye (Silencer Mix)
Even now in heaven
There were angels carrying savage weapons
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run,
But you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run,
But you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
Is that room been fit to earth?
Doesn't help the ??? to grow sunshine?
Is this darkness all you'll take?
Have you'd passed through this life?
Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide...(hide, hide...)
Where you're going you're not coming back from
Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide...(hide, hide...)
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run,
But you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run,
But you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
This grain evil
Where is it come from?
Had still the end of the world?
Who's doing this?
Who's killed us?
Marking us with the sign of the holy mighty man
Run, run, run...(run, run...)
Run, run, run...(run, run...)
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run, but you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
An eye for an eye...(for an eye...)
A tooth for a tooth...(for a tooth...)
Run, run, run,
But you sure can't hide...(hide...hide)
(An eye for an eye...)
Are you righteous?
(A tooth for a tooth...)
Kind?
(Run, run, run but you sure can't hide...)
Does your confidence lie in this?
(An eye for an
song performed by by Unkle
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He who admits to his ignorance shows it once only; he who tries to hide it shows it frequently.
The person who admits ignorance shows it once; the one who tries to hide it shows it often.
Mirrors Never Lie
Looking into a mirror, can reveal the deepest secrets a person has.
It tells you who you really are, even if you’re trying to hide it.
It’s amazing what people can hide, when they smile or laugh.
They can be the saddest people in the world and no one will ever know.
Except a mirror.
You may be able to lie to others,
But when you look into a mirror, you can’t lie to yourself.
The mirror shows you what’s inside, and how you feel.
It tells you how beautiful you really are, and it shows you.
Looking into the mirror is like looking into your soul,
You look at yourself, you judge yourself.
But you see more than normal people do when you look in a mirror.
Because they only see you from the outside.
So remember that the next time you look in a mirror,
You are looking at your true self,
Because mirrors never lie.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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Nowhere To Run
Dont know whats been going on in your head, no
When you knew that his love was through
You closed your eyes instead
I was there with a shoulder to lean on
Its not gonna happen twice
If you go I just want you to know
Its alright
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Did you think it would open up in the night, yeah
Just pretend Im only a friend and disappear from sight
One day youre gonna be lonely, wishing I was by your side
And one day youll think of me only
But girl, you gotta take the ride
Well too bad, now that the damage is done
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Little girl, gonna make your bed in the night, yeah
Now you say youre going away
But I will keep your heart
And you will cry when you realize you were wrong
Run on, run on
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, no
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide, no
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
Nowhere to run, no
song performed by by Kiss
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Pre-Ulyssean Dilemma
Why did Joyce call the guy Athy
When he could have called him Naas?
On a map of Kildare
Two towns, at a glance,
Rhyme with what's found
In a character's pants.
Young Dedalus shared a sickroom
With a guy nicknamed 'a thigh'.
'An arse' it could have equally been.
Why not? I'll give it a try.
First thoughts were Joyce were a shy man;
Then I guessed his mind too high class.
The truth of it is, he was tickled
By the towns of Athy and of Naas.
Just to mention Athy to an Ireman
Brings on a joke of an arse.
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Ever since I was a little kid, whenever my parents would have company over, I would put on shows, whether they would be magic shows, singing shows, dancing shows, little skits.
quote by Ellen Muth
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Circle The Drain
I've got myself deep this time
Tons of frustration builds in mine
And it shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
Backward solace right from your side
And you sit and criticize
Shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
It shows me nothing
It shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Life Through A Lens
Talking movies all the time
Life spent on a silver screen
Days spent on computer games
Living through a TV
No need to leave the house
You can do it all online
Sit on your fat arse all day
Getting bigger all the time
No need to go and socialise
Can meet new friends online
No need to get a lover
Cos cyber sex is fine
Life is getting easier
Your muscles wear away
Sitting on your arse all day
Watching your life turn grey.
(C) Copyright Victoria Hughes August 2005
poem by Victoria Hughes
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Their Arse From Their Elbow
There are certain people
I have met quite a few,
who could tell you every aspect
of the job you do.
When they sit down to do it
and a problem arises there,
because its not in the textbook
they read so confidently,
they haven’t got a clue
of how to handle it
or really what to do.
They don’t know
their arse from their elbow
when a situation like that appears.
As we walk through life
we gain knowledge with every step we take.
However, there are some people
who read a textbook,
and take tests on it.
Then think they know everything
there is to know.
When in fact they cannot even distinguish
their arse from their elbow.
They have no experience
of what real life is,
only what a textbook says.
One day when they
put the textbook down
and start learning about the real things in life.
We all might have a better place to live.
Let us hope the sooner the better.
10 March 2008
poem by David Harris
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He Knows I'd Love To See Him
I have lived
In the arse of the world
Oh, he knows, he knows
He knows i'd love
To see him happy
(or as close as is allowed)
I've lived
In the arse of the world ...
Oh, he knows, he knows
He knows i'd love
To see him happy
(or as close as possible)
As close as possible
As close as possible
As close as is allowed
Oh ...
My name still conjours up deadly deeds
And a bad taste in the mouth
And the police - they actually know me
They said :
"you're just another person in the world
You're just another fool with radical views
You're just another who has maddening views
You want to turn it on its head
By staying in bed !"
I said : "i know i do"
I said : "i know i do"
I said : "i know i do
song performed by by Morrissey
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Circle Of Drain
I've got myself deep this time
Tons of frustration builds in mine
And it shows me nohting
it shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
Backward solace right from your side
And you sit and criticize
Shows me nothing
it shows me nothing at all
Circle the drain
I don't need it...I don't
It shows me nothing
it show me nothing at all
Circle the drain
i don't need it...I don't.
song performed by by 36 Crazyfists
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Shes Got It Bad
I get off my things, I lay down in the sidelanes
I dont feel that I hide, just permanently ride
And Im waiting for your gentle rain
Something thatll help me learn
But one look at her and you know
That shes got it bad
One look in the mirror shows
I live as I want
But shes got it bad
Check it out, check it out, roll up there now
Huh!
Shes headed for a festival of heartache
Miss executive desperationyou only suck the
Blood thats spilled
Your macho imitation femininity is killed
I pray that you feel no pain
Only if it helps you learn
But one look at her and you know
That shes got it bad
One look and the mirror shows
I live as I want
But shes got it bad
She knows it
It shows!
song performed by by Simply Red
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Mars Landing Party
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une prsence ambige,
Une prsence inconnue,
Jusqua ce que jen peux plus,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une prsence ambige,
Une prsence inconnue,
Jusqua ce que jen peux plus,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Embrasse - moi, mets ton doigt dan mon cul,
Une prsence ambige,
Une prsence inconnue,
Jusqua ce que jen peux plus,
Translation
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
An ambiguous presence,
An unknown presence,
Until I cant take it anymore,
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
An ambiguous presence,
An unknown presence,
Until I cant take it anymore,
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
Kiss me, put your finger up my arse,
An ambiguous presence,
An unknown presence,
Until I cant take it anymore,
song performed by by Placebo
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When have I been open?
I hide my love
When I love women across.
I hide my hate
When I work with my rivals
I hide my contempt
When I move with the low beings.
I hide my jealousy
In my brothers’ glory.
I hide my displeasure
When I yield to the power.
I hide my reservation
In my wife’s parental affinity.
I hide my inconvenience
When unwanted guests disturb.
I hide my selfishness
When I deal with my siblings.
I hide my bias
When I treat my sons and daughters.
When have I been open
When I have been with others?
25.10.2005
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The put down......
The painting lays sprawled, arse up on the red carpet,
it's naughtiness displayed for all
Shameless it lays there, naked, no frame
and seems to poke fun at us all, I would say.
It begs to be thought of as art by the toffs
though some beg to differ, the painting just scoffs
for its strong self belief makes it hoity toity
as it shows off its je ne sais quois, la di da di.
Dare you to differ, consider its faults
it would tell you you're lacking in intelligence.
no culture, no delicacy and no style
then it will go to the wall and just smile.
I linger a little, look up and then down,
peruse the said image, so regal and proud
then move very slowly on to the next
while the poor dear looks hurt and a little perplexed
poem by Ruth Walters
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The Painting
The painting lays sprawled, arse up on the red carpet,
it's naughtiness displayed for all
Shameless it lays there, naked, no frame
and seems to poke fun at the crowds, I would say.
It begs to be thought of as art by the toffs
though some beg to differ, the painting just scoffs
for its strong self belief makes it hoity-toity
as it shows off its je ne sais quois, fa di di
Dare you to differ, consider its faults
it would tell you you're lacking in intelligence.
No culture, no delicacy and no style
then it will go to the wall and just smile.
I linger a little, look up and then down,
peruse the said image, so regal and proud
then move very slowly on to the next
while the poor dear looks hurt and a little perplexed.
poem by Ruth Walters
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The one who shows off himself in every place will one day search for Where to hide.