We are going to put out a boxed set thing, but I don't want to do it yet. I want to wait until we're 45 and we're bitter and broke. Then, we'll put out the comprehensive Ween boxed set.
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Futurism
Ignorance pulls
Apostasy and apathy still rules
Yeah you know it's cool
Just suck and see
A future turn us into silent gods
And I won't miss you at all
Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in
I am stuck with you
Fate can't decide
Alignment of the planets in your hands
Come on crush our plans
Just suck and see
A future that won't let you disagree
And I won't miss you at all
Grounded
Boxed in
Like the evil in your veins
Grounded
Boxed in
Feeling feeling everything
Feeling feeling everything
song performed by by Muse
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Color Boxed
Father You've made me black I see.
Black though outside but not inside of me!
Others of colors like nature You've made...
Are locked and color boxed,
Giving each other cold shoulders
And shade!
This can not be the reality You'd want us to have?
Living in limitations with disagreements that don't pass!
What is it that we should do?
What is it?
This is what I ask.
Everyone seems to speak of dreams
Of kicking each other's ass!
And this has been long lasting,
A stagnant task that is so sad!
Father You've made me black I see.
Those without color
Believe they are superior than me!
And those of shades from dark to beige,
Also are mistreated!
Will we ever overcome being color boxed...
To be saved?
Before we are all defeated?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I had a bonding problem when I went off and boxed for five years. I was over in Europe and Asia fighting because I wanted to do something different; I was tired of acting. But the thing is, when I was done doing that, I couldn't get a job.
quote by Mickey Rourke
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Said Before To Say It Again
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
And on my mind,
There is a reason to seek rhythm and rhyme.
With my visions set,
On what it would take...
To increase my happiness.
I've said this before to say it again.
I'm not looking for stoppers,
To block as obstacles to hop over.
Or the welcoming arms of acceptance.
With a hope that they will open,
The gates to a fence to feel I've been approved.
On my mind are these times.
And I do find these times on my mind,
Hard to define.
With a keeping of those,
Feeling these times have them boxed in.
Acceptance or not,
I'm not looking to get out of a box.
Too many have found themselves there,
To argue over space,
With little of it that to share.
I've said this before to say it again.
Those feeling trapped,
Like it exactly like that.
Fresh is the air,
One dares to breathe alone.
Revitalized is an atmosphere,
When the clearing of a sky,
Becomes recognized to the one who looks...
To discover the vastness of it to become known.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I never look backwards. I have always been an athlete. I boxed before I acted.
quote by Mickey Rourke
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Life is not simple, and people can't be boxed into being either heroes or villains.
quote by Jessica Hagedorn
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There Was a Time Cream Rose to the Top
There was a time cream rose to the top,
With expectations.
Today the appearance of BS is there.
Lots of it!
Disappointing patience.
And most of it sitting unappreciated,
By those choosing to ignore imitations.
Preferring in anticipation...
Something that identifies quality and taste.
And that may be a very long wait.
Especially for those who know the difference,
Between scratched and boxed cake.
And what it takes to bake it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Infinity
turn what your brain
inside out
and it will fill
a space
large as the universe
- plenty of of planets, stars
you know as well
as many you dont know
- the way you are puzzled
over infinity
the joy to learn that
that this infinity outside
- each planet, star, meteor -
wait to be given names
by this infinity - boxed -
in this little head!
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Tin Legs And Tin Mines
W - Rotsey/Moginie/Garrett
I'm gonna wait for the moment to come
I'm gonna wait till we all stop from running
Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride
Turning to terror as the script is read out
Unwilling actors accomplished protractors will shout
I'm gonna wait till we reach the sky
Tin legs and tin mines, anyone cries
Cry in the hope that there'll be tomorrow
Waiting around there must be a time
Time to start thinking and working it out
Come with me now, with me now, we'll be laughing
Who's running the world today
I'm gonna wait till they knock on my door
I'm gonna wait till they dig up the floor boards
Poland in Disneyland, wet dream control
Super computer, the new contraband
I'm gonna wait, we must make a stand
come with me now, stand with me now one more time
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Tin Legs & Tin Mines
Im gonna wait for the moment to come
Im gonna wait till we all stop from running
Boxed in like candles, polar bear pride
Turning to terror as the script is read out
Unwilling actors, accomplished protractors will shout
Im gonna wait till we reach the sky
Tin legs and tin mines, anyone cries
Cry in the hope that therell be tomorrow
Waiting around there must be a time
Time to start thinking and working it out
Come with me now, come with me now, well be laughing
Whos running the world today?
Im gonna wait till they knock on my door
Im gonna wait till they dig up the floor boards
Poland in disneyland, wet dream control
Super computer, the new contraband
Im gonna wait, we must make a stand
Come with me now, stand with me now one more time
(rotsey/moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Entertained By The Reproduction Of Limits
Mumbled whispers,
Always find their way...
To ears focused,
On treasured nonsense...
That feeds a decaying,
Of those lives entertained...
By the reproduction of limits.
Shared by those boxed in by them!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shuffling Among the 'Nots
Shuffling among the 'nots'!
Those who have,
Can keep what they've got.
I like the nonchalants.
They seem to have...
Lots of moxie.
The 'haves' seem to shell out a lot.
All boxed in and slick like foxes.
The 'nots' don't mind downing shots.
From a bottle that's passed to a neighbor,
Who labors.
While the 'haves' always want to cop!
And sip champagne with caviar nonstop!
Shuffling among the 'nots'!
Those who have,
Can keep what they've got.
I like the nonchalants.
They seem to have...
Lots of moxie.
Nobody brags about who has finally made it!
Or give shade while eating marmalade.
Nobody I know fakes it.
If they got it in their pocket...
No one is amazed.
Or talk about their chauffeurs,
Or laying off lazy maids.
The 'haves' seem to shell out a lot.
All boxed in and slick like foxes.
The 'nots' don't mind downing shots.
From a bottle that's passed to a neighbor,
Who labors.
While the 'haves' always want to cop!
And sip champagne with caviar nonstop!
Shuffling among the 'nots'!
Those who have,
Can keep what they've got.
I like the nonchalants.
They seem to have...
Lots of moxie.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Out of the box
Four walls, compact kitchen.
Looking outside
through the television.
Jump in car, closed in.
Crime on streets,
maybe safe with in?
Work all day in a square,
Type on boxes
Eyes don't move, just stare.
Have we planned this,
Or have we just forgotten,
Is there more to life than
What it's all boxed in?
poem by Josh Alfred
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Motivated By a Theme
It is much easier to be motivated,
By a theme that is presented.
Than it is to create the theme,
To have others claim it as theirs...
To have invented.
But not a topic,
Have they dropped to feed.
Boxed in within limitation,
Are these seeking mentalities.
Hoping to scope on a scoop looped.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In those days, when you got boxed, that was it. A lot of old people were there because somebody wanted the farm. It was about property. People are treated like property.
quote by Kate Millett
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I didn't make my first solo record until 1981 so I don't have any 60's or 70's recordings but I am working on a large boxed set called DUST to be released next year, the 20th anniversary of my first solo record.
quote by Adrian Belew
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That First Poem...heliotropic
boxed
i once wrote about
cells
there was a hole at the
right side
of the top sort of
ceiling of the house
a leak
light filtering in
hoping that
the seed survives
and extends its
tendril
finally to the sun
i think it was
always about
a escape either from
a box
a bottle or some bars
of steel
a high fence
pointed gates
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Little Humility
boxed in a system
a bee has forgotten to fly
it tries to do it again
but its wings have become sturdy
like the barks of a tree
its feet have forgotten the shape of a rudder
the radar has become strange to
its system
stuffed inside this box
this system the bee has nothing
to be.
just a showcase of what flight could have been.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sedated
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
Their very existence relies,
On the marketing of decadence.
And once great foundations...
Are decaying more rapidly than common sense.
Guilt rides them with fear.
No sleep comes near them at night.
A contained anger,
Keeps them in beliefs...
Their way of life is right.
It's time to dropp hopscotched ideals.
Limited in isolation...
Within the minds,
Of those locked in and boxed.
Although a solicited greed,
Has pushed them to the brink.
Fading values and standards,
Are spoken of as treasures...
With such a seriousness,
Their fixed eyes do not blink.
As if they have been...
Sedated!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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