I don't get many hecklers now but answering them is an art form in itself.
quote by Paul Daniels
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Somethings Gotta Give
(does the noise in my head bother you)
Cyberotic head explode
Information overload
And I just cant take anymore
And Im gonna break
Somethings gotta give
Somethings gotta give
Somethings gotta give
Somethings gotta give
Digerotic mass appeal
Feels like flesh but tastes unreal
And Im gonna break
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
If love that seemed to fall from grace
Sitting on your interface
Your megahertz she cant forgive
Your love it died before you ever lived
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
(answering line)
Somethings gotta give
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Answering Machine
We flew here to see you
My feelings and I
I looked down on the city
From up in the sky
The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
Spring had come early
In the parks and the old town
I came with a mission
To patch up a dream
We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
Into the answering machine
I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen
A heartbreak of a statue
In the bullet-proof mirrors
Where your eyes used to be
I stared at myself and I called for some help
Into the answering machine
The day slipped by and I tried and tried
You took me home and you said
"Goodnight, Sleep tight"
On the floor by the bedroom door
I watched you sleep and I left before first light
The bugs don't bite
The bugs don't bite
The bugs bite
From the land of the frozen
To the land of the low
We journeyed together
But we were always alone
So if I should come calling
Best not pick up the phone
Cause I'm no good for you and you're no good for me
Let me talk to the answering machine
I can cope with the answering machine
I'm a friend of the answering machine
song performed by by Marillion
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The Answering Machine
We flew here to see you
My feelings and i
I looked down on the city
From up in the sky
The sun was reflecting
From the roofs and the water
Spring had come early
In the parks and the old town
I came with a mission
To patch up a dream
We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
Into the answering machine
I came two thousand miles
Just to take a look at you
But you were broken and frozen
A heartbreak of a statue
In the bulletproof mirrors where your eyes used to be
I stared at myself and I called for some help
Into the answering machine
The day slipped by and I tried and tried
You took me home and you said goodnight. sleep tight.
On the floor by the bedroom door
I watched you sleep and I left before first light
The bugs dont bite
The bugs dont bite
The bugs bite
From the land of the frozen
To the land of the low
We journeyed together
But we were always alone
So if I should come calling
Best not pick up the phone
Cause Im no good for you and youre no good for me
Let me talk to the answering machine
I can cope with the answering machine
Im a friend of the answering machine
song performed by by Marillion
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I'll get to the force field of this hostility, why it's there, why the rage is in any of us, why the trash takes place, whether or not it's between me and a couple of hecklers in the audience or between this country and another nation, the rage.
quote by Michael Richards
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Importance of Pleasing
Instead of answering, as I’d have done
Had he not been my lady love’s father,
‘I’ve no taste for it.’, I said, ‘I like it.’
When he’d given me a poem he wrote.
It is to please her father.
Instead of answering, as I’d have done
Had he not been the son of my sweetheart,
‘I’m not moved by it.’, I said, ‘I liked it.’
When he’d shown me a picture he drew.
It is to please the very her.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I don't mind doing interviews. I don't mind answering thoughtful questions. But I'm not thrilled about answering questions like, 'If you were being mugged, and you had a lightsaber in one pocket and a whip in the other, which would you use?'
quote by Harrison Ford
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This Is An Independent Production
For you,
There is a need to keep me reminded...
That I don't 'act' right.
Or do those things you find suitable.
And I've decided,
If you did not like my performances...
Why do you bother to solicit my attention,
By the mentioning of your dislike for my act.
If you say I don't 'act' right,
Why is that of your concern?
Unless you are hinting,
I will see less of you around?
That's a relief.
Because you know I follow my own script?
And I seek no one to direct me!
This is an independent production.
Take it or leave it.
I've spent most of my life,
Getting to this stage of it.
And I do not cater to hecklers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The War
There is a sound of thunder afar,
Storm in the south that darkens the day,
Storm of battle and thunder of war,
Well, if it do not roll our way.
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Be not deaf to the sound that warns!
Be not gull'd by a despot's plea!
Are figs of thistles or grapes of thorns?
How should a despot set men free?
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Let your Reforms for a moment go,
Look to your butts and make good aims.
Better a rotten borough or so,
Than a rotten fleet or a city of flames!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
Form, be ready to do or die!
Form in freedom's name and the Queen's!
True, that we have a faithful ally,
But only the devil knows what he means!
Form! form! Riflemen form!
Ready, be ready to meet the storm!
Riflemen, riflemen, riflemen form!
poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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A Sparrow's Thoughts.... (Number Six)
you can send the lie in the form
of the unemployment check, in the
form of food stamps, in the form
of Medicaid, in the form of new
policies, in the form of charity...
but the truth is you dont give a damn
until you are willing to share all
you have with fairness, until you're
willing to put your shoulders to the
load, until you're willing to get
involved in the work of equality!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Whale Song
The seas of home
Once teemed with life
But now I drift for miles alone.
I sing but there is no reply-
Have the human’s killed us all?
Am I the last beyond recall?
No, I hear the answering call
Echoing out from miles away
A friendly voice above the storm
From without the depths
The answering songs
are fainter now than ere before.
We live amidst man’s detritus
The heavy metals poison all
Thus our proud line falls.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Harassments Have Given Me Strength
You can call me anything you like.
But guess who is responsible,
For the removal of my obstacles?
And guess who has known that...
Long before you came along,
To voice opinions to set traps upon my path.
And guess who listens...
As I continue on my way?
I'll leave you with that thought.
Since my yearning,
Does not depend upon your response.
You can call me anything you like.
You do not cast any light on my journey!
I have been well prepared to endure hecklers.
And harassments have given me strength.
So there is something you provide that enlightens.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One of the aspects of form that I have been very interested in is stasis - the concept of form which is not so directional in time, not so much climactic form, but rather form which allows time, to stand still.
quote by La Monte Young
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Paddling My Own Canoe
I need somebody to pick up the phone,
I'm in such pain and suffering alone,
It's an s.o.s. from across the pond,
Don't think about answering, just respond.
I feel cast adrift with no sign of land,
'Neath ripcurls of sadness, at their command,
So launch the lifeboat with skipper and crew,
For in such a tempest, armbands won't do.
I've tried my damnest to weather this storm,
Pursuing this dream in it's contorted form,
Hauling around some dutibound anchor,
Swallowing whole my internal rancor.
But rescue's not llikely, it's sink or swim,
Sorry to tell you, the forecast is grim.
poem by Greg Costello
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His Answer To My Question Was A Question
His answer to my question
Was a question
My answer to his reply
Was returned
With another question
The game of
Answering and asking
Questions
Did not end
Till I questioned
The very motive
Of our conversation
We came to the conclusion
How to pass time?
Was the biggest question
Asking questions
And creating confusion
Was the answer
So we passed our time
Asking and answering questions
The question now is
Whether we did right or wrong?
The answer is
Why ask a useless question?
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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The rudimentary forms
Rivalry is the rudimentary
Form of enmity.
Solidarity is the rudimentary
Form of fear.
Sports and games are the rudimentary
Form of fight
Friendship across sex is the rudimentary
Form of sexual love
04.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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He was the first to conceive of movies as an art form. His belief was that if the traditional art form would not find room for him, then he would make an art form of his own.
quote by Richard Schickel
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It is a peculiar art form, but I think it's a necessary art form - and I do believe it's a noble art form.
quote by Paul Conrad
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0342 Like me, like you
Landing airplanes form a high queue;
Busy ants all form a low queue;
Salespersons should pretend they like you;
But only poets can form a haiku.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Boo
he tends to get carried away
like a talk show he's got drama everyday
lots of rage and mental abusing
the way he treats me it's obvious he's confusing
me for some dumb bitch
who will stick around
I tend to stick around
you tell me that you love me if it's true
why am I runnin' from you and who
are these bitches on my answering machine
yeah you you tell me that you love me but boo
if this is love
it's a good thing you don't hate me
superfly
someone who'll at least try
who'll smoke me out from time to time
and love me all nite
tell me everything about him
and none of it turns out to be lies
easy
rainbows
these words come to mind
and he loves me all nite
you tell me that you love me if it's true
why am I runnin' from you and who
are these bitches on my answering machine
yeah you you tell me that you love me but boo
if this is love
it's a good thing you don't hate me
never settle for the things that you don't really want
cause all it gets you is a big ol' piece of unhappiness
happiness could be mine but it's so hard to talk to you
baby
one day I will
some day I will and
this is what I'll say
hold me close
cause I'm the most and
make a toast to you and me
see that's the way love's supposed to be
not stressful alright
you tell me that you love me if it's true
why am I runnin' from you and who
are these bitches on my answering machine
yeah you you tell me that you love me but boo
if this is love
it's a good thing you don't hate me
never settle for the things that you don't really want
cause all it gets you is a big old piece of unhappiness
it's a good thing you don't hate me
is this is love how could this be
song performed by by Macy Gray from The ID
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Forms (A Serious Side)
Just think of all the paper
that is used to create a form.
Think of all the trees
that have to be cut down,
And all the rainforests
that disappear, each year.
So when you get another form to fill in.
Just remind the sender
of all the wildlife they destroy
and ask when they are planting more trees.
Because this form has taken
just one too many trees
from our wonderful world.
poem by David Harris
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