I never look at a note. I just roam the stage. The people do not want to leave.
quote by Jayne Meadows
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Leave Those Cranky People Alone
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
Leave those cranky people,
Seeking nothing but an evil.
You,
Just...
Leave those cranky people alone!
When you answer your telephone,
To stop a constant ringing.
Just leave those cranky people alone.
And all you hear is whining,
With a blues heard singing.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It pays to leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Don't condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to own it!
Leave those people alone.
Don't,
Condone it.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you try to even own it!
Leave those people alone.
When nothing but complaints,
Drop out of their mouths.
Just,
Leave those cranky people alone.
It is best to leave those cranky alone.
It pays to leave those cranky...
Alone.
Keep your mind freed from heating.
Leave those people alone.
Don't you dare accept their beating.
Leave those people alone.
When you feel a headache brewing,
And you don't know what to do.
Hey..
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
In the morning when the Sun comes,
Shining on you bright!
Don't you turn away to get it out of your sight,
No!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone.
Yes!
You've got to leave those cranky people alone.
Yes! Yes!
Leave those cranky people alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Roam Zone
When in a roam zone,
Where does one go...
After tempers flair?
And what is left staring,
Are the facts.
In undeniable contradiction...
Of those truths carried,
Historically on one's back!
Where does one roam,
When this becomes known.
Where does one roam,
When assessments are complete.
And one awakens drooling,
Deluged by deceit one took to a deep sleep.
Where does one then choose to roam?
With a feeling of suspicion even in one's home!
And finding themselves overwhelmed by distrust.
Neighbors once close are now regarded with disgust.
Found hiding in disguises as if they must.
Where does one then roam?
When truth has been expose to leave one to feel alone...
Where does one then go,
Feeling isolated and in a complicated mental state of mind!
Where does one then go...
When feeling alone and in a roam zone to call one's own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Showbusiness
Say you wanna be in showbusiness
See the man on the tv with a phoney smile
Bring you up, bring you down
He can turn your head around
In showbusiness, showbusiness
See the man on a silver screen
With the phoney smile
Bring you up, bring you down
He can turn your head around
Showbusiness, showbusiness
Have a hit, maybe two
Make mincemeat out of you
Come back in two years time
Lay your heart right on the line
In showbusiness, showbusiness
Showbusiness, showbusiness
Wheres the next one, wheres the next one
Wheres the next one
Oh, baby just like the last one
Like the last one
Say you wanna be in showbusiness
See the man in the suit
With the phoney smile
He can laugh, he can cry
He can make you reach the sky,
He can say anything you wanna hear
Be anything you wanna be
You can say anything you want to hear
Be anything you want him to be
Make you leave your family
In showbusiness, in showbusiness
Take it to the bridge
And the next one, and the next one
And the next one
How can you do it like the last one
Now do it just like the last one, please
Like the last one, like the last one just like the last one
Say you wanna be in showbusiness
Have a pretty face and a pretty smile
Im thinking
Make you laugh and they can make you cry
But they cant wait, wipe the tear drops from your eye
In showbusiness, showbusiness
Say you wanna be in showbusiness
See the rock star up on the stage
Right now
Behind them drugs, behind them booze
Behind them people he can use
Behind them people usin them
Behind them people usin us
And the next one, and the next one
And the next one
Can you make it, just like the last one
Oh, you make it just like the last one
Like the last one
Just like the last one
Say you wanna be in showbusiness
All the world is a stage
Everybody must play their part,
Ive been so long in showbusiness
I feel right now just like I got myself just started
Forget the junk, forget the jive
I just want to stay alive
In showbusiness, in showbusiness
Take it to the bridge
And the next one, and the next one
And the next one
Oh, just like the last one, just like the last one
Like the last one
They can rob you with a fountain pen
But you got to find some honest men
They can make you leave your home
Where you go to waste and roam
Control your fate, control your life
They can make you leave your wife
Its showbusiness, its showbusiness
Take it to the bridge
And the next one, and the next one
And the next one
Oh, just like the last one, can you make it
Like the last one
Can you give it one more time
Like the last one
Can you put it out, like the last one
Showbusiness, its showbusiness
Its showbusiness, showbusiness
Its showbusiness, showbusiness
(fade to end)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Over The Wall We Go
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
I know all the best ways to break out of here
I helped a young laddie called ivan
I bundled him over the wall last night
Then he climbed back and he grabbed me tight
He uttered some words that i can't say to you
'cause he remembered that he was a screw
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
My name is henry though some say i'm thick
I've spent half me life in and out of the nick
My mum sends me presents to keep me in style
Soggy old cakes and hundreds of files
Now i sussed all them files i'm a clever young man
Now i look stupid with manicured hands
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
Spoken:
"double 3, 421" "here"
"double 3, 422" "gruesome"
"double 3, 423" "i'm here"
"double 3, 424" "hello"
"double 3, 425" "hi"
"double 3, 426, double 3, 426, where is he?"
"here, keep it up the ledge another course and we're out"
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
My name is regie the scandolous mind
I got seven years so i gossip my time
I gave all the tickbits and pieces of newt
I'm a privilidged corpse and my uniform is blue
The new lads would ask me if i am a screw
I'll tell them oh cheeky not even for you
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year"
Over the wall we go
All coppers are nanas
Over the wall we go
Leave 'em a note saying "happy new year
song performed by by David Bowie
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Roam Baby Roam
All the midnight callings
'round my shoe, 'round my shoe
all the midnight callings
from me to you, from me to you
take this land I hold in my hand
let's travel far and roam baby roam
I got my hand in this jar
and you can have what's mine
roam baby roam
let's roam tonight
roam baby roam
in my arms tonight
leftover pasta just won't do
it's time for liquid madness
over boiled craziness
half baked mental craze
here we go again!
we're roaming free
going absolutely crazy!
roam baby roam
I got you and you got me
roam baby roam
we gonna be free
we gonna be free
poem by Sara Winters
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I'm a very private person, and when I leave the stage, I leave the stage.
quote by Helen Reddy
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Where Have The Children Gone
Where have the children gone
Where do they roam
They had to leave home
To flee the abuse alone
There are so many in this land of plenty
Where were their loved ones
Fighting to see who wins the most
Why are they not strong
They could have stop it for going wrong
Where have the children gone
Where do they roam
Their life should full of joy
Instead is almost destroyed
They are so gifted
And so uplifting
All that is taken away
Which leaves them in pain
And nowhere save to go
They will seek a brotherhood
In the local neighbourhood
I will do what
I can But I am just one man
Where have the children gone
Where do they roam
poem by John Korteman
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I Dream to Roam
I dream to roam
To see the grass
Just over the hill
I dream to roam
To ride my horse
Wherever I will
I dream to roam
Over the prairies
Beneath the sky
I dream to roam
Across the plains
As the hawk cries
I dream to roam
My face to the wind
As I ride my steed
I dream to roam
Wherever this lonely
Trail may lead
I seem to roam
And still I seem to roam.
With my way lost.
And the path not on track.
So still I continue to roam.
I've lost the way back home.
My hart is heavy.
My heart is all but very sad.
My head is pounding.
But my hart is broken.
It will not heal.
Becuase I am left to roam.
All I do is roam.
Fighting coping on my own.
I've never felt so alone.
As I still continue to roam.
Facing each day as it comes.
Wishing it was the last.
I still continue to roam.
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I Dream To Roam
I dream to roam
To see the grass
Just over the hill
I dream to roam
To ride my horse
Wherever I will
I dream to roam
Over the prairies
Beneath the sky
I dream to roam
Across the plains
As the hawk cries
I dream to roam
My face to the wind
As I ride my steed
I dream to roam
Wherever this lonely
Trail may lead
poem by Horse Poet
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Leave Them. Leave Them Alone
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Too many have been fitted to be limited!
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many have been gifted with the flapping of lips.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people rather shuck and jive,
To realize their own survival...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.
Fools are taking numbers just to stand and wait.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Fools like this await for frosting on their cake.
So leave them,
To taste it alone.
Too many wish to sit and make a game of it.
So leave them.
Leave them alone.
Too many rather drift and not take benefit,
So leave them...
Leave them alone.
When people are immuned,
To get a message that is coming...
Just leave them.
Leave them alone.
When people stubbornly refuse to hear a message,
Others hear...
Just leave them,
Alone on their own.
Just leave them.
Leave them alone!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Off The Stage
Oh, you silly old man
You silly old man
Youre making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your fender guitar
And you think you can arouse us ?
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
Downstage, and offstage
Dont you feel all run in ?
And do you wonder when they will take it away ?
This is your final fling
But then applause ran high
But for the patience of the ones behind you
As a verse drags on like a month drags on
Its very short, but it seems very long
And the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
So, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when we get down off of the stage
Please stay off the stage - all day !
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when weve had our money back
Then Id like your back in plaster
Oh, I know that you say
How age has no meaning
Oh, but here is your audience now
And theyre screaming :
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
Because Ive given you enough of my time
And the money that wasnt even mine
Have you seen yourself recently ?
Oh, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
For whom the bell tolls
song performed by by Morrissey
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Who I am on stage is very, very different to who I am in real life. But I don't see that having a sexy image when you are on stage means that you don't love God. No one knows what I'm really like from that. I like to walk around with bare feet and I don't like to comb my hair. I'm always so glammed up and so diva on stage and that's what they see. People don't understand that... No one knows my personal relationship with God and it's not up to me to prove that to anyone.
quote by Beyoncé Knowles
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I think when an actress marries she should leave the stage. She cannot be happy if she is married and remains on the stage. She must care more for her art or for her husband.
quote by Billie Burke
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Happiness in change of stages
I went on foot to far away school.
Then I rode on a bicycle with a pride.
Later two-wheeler took me to pedestal.
Now a car. In each stage I was happy.
In each stage the intensity was same.
Every up stage is a happy stage
till it is replaced by the next stage.
31.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Leave Me Alone
Everybodys gonna try to tell you what to do, uhh-haa
And never, never, never, never, let it be said that its true
Oh-oh, hey, give it to my baby
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Theyre the kind of people thatll always let you down
I know you, too, you dont ever give it a frown
Oh, do it, do it, now, do it, do it
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Get down, baby
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Oh, come now, leave me alone, mam, okay, baby
Oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha
Dont you know some people, they just dont know when to stop
Give it to me, now
They cant tell the floor from the ceiling or the top
And therere other types, they always make you wait
And theyre always the first to say, the state you come from
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me forever
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone, oh
Leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me, leave me alone
Leave me alone
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha, oh, oh, yeah
Ah-ha-ha
song performed by by Lou Reed
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People come up to me as I leave the stage after a performance and tell me tey saw my mother onstage with me every time I sing. I keep a sense of humor about it.
quote by Lorna Luft
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The Prodigal Son
Recorded by hank williams, sr.
Words and music by jenkins
[g] a prodigal son once [c] strayed from his [g] father
To travel a land of [a] hunger and [d] pain
And [g] now I can see the [c] end of my [g] journey
Im going to [d] heaven a-[g] gain.
I leave you the day, to help all your neighbors
I leave you the night, to solemnly pray
So try to repent and ask for forgiveness
Well meet up in heaven, someday.
Goodbye to this world, with all its sorrows
Goodbye to the fields, that I used to roam
Im going away where, life is eternal
My shepherd is callin me home.
From out of the sky, hes coming to meet me
To wash all my sins and call me his own
His servants will bring, a ring for my finger
And never no more will I roam.
song performed by by Hank Williams
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One By One
One by one we bite the dust.
We leave the wanting.
We leave the lust.
Bigger than life we thought we were.
We just forgot
that we are not.
We breathed the air and drank it in,
inhaled the pure,
inhaled the sin.
One by one we say goodbye.
We leave the craving.
We leave the sigh.
Surely where we go from here
will take us home,
will stop the roam.
One by one we stop the breath.
We find the peace.
We welcome death.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Ode to the Wobblies
I am decent college student
Who does like to roam
To travel many a mile around
And to go and go
I like to roam everywhere I can
Without rime or reason
I will go ever I can go and roam
In the summer season
To roam is to go and go some more
And to leave thy home behind
To go out here and everywhere
To ride to ride to ride
I will I say go near and far
To every mine and mill
To help to roam and a ways know
That the union lives still
That I will help every union man
Striking on the line
That they may go and organize
out with their picket sign
Telling the boss that they want
To get their fare share
To get every thing that they need
Here there everywhere
Oh this I will say to you
That I will be there
When worker start to organize and strike
It’s I who will share
in the triumph and in the fight
in the beatings that come
I will stand among us you all
Standup now endure
For working men across this land
I will say once again
That where men organize that ‘s were we win
At ever river bend
That we may win the good fight
All across this land
That we may stand and fight
All across the dessert sand
That we may win this great battle
All across this land
From California to New York
To the beaches and
From north to south east to west
And everywhere in between
When working men organize and fight
That’s were the Wobbllies will be
Am I in ballad meter?
poem by Timothy Young
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