For a nation which has an almost evil reputation for bustle, bustle, bustle, and rush, rush, rush, we spend an enormous amount of time standing around in line in front of windows, just waiting.
quote by Robert Benchley
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Bustle of Thick Traffic
To no one in particular,
Did I say hello to this morning.
And I heard the birds chirping,
Above the rush and bustle of thick traffic!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Was A Bustlemaker Once, Girls
When I was a lad of twenty and was working in High Street, Ken.,
I made quite a pile in a very little while - I was a bustle maker then.
Then there was work in plenty, and I was a thriving man
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade, since the bustle making trade began.
I built bustles with a will then, I made bustles with a wit,
I made bustles as a Yankee hustles, simply for the love of it.
I built bustles with a skill then, surpassed, they say, by none,
But those were the days when bustles were the craze, and now those days are done.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, many many years ago,
I put my heart in the bustle maker's art and I don't mind saying so.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, I may have had the mind of a muff,
I may have been plain and deficient in the brain but I did know a bustle maker's stuff.
I built bustles for the slender, I built bustles for the stout,
I built bustles for the girls with muscles, and bustles for the girls without.
I built bustles by the thousands, in the good old days of yore,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade and I don't build bustles any more.
Many were the models worn once; but mine were unique, tis said,
No rival design was so elegant as mine; I was a bustle maker bred.
I was a bustle maker born once, an artist through and through,
But things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And what can a bustle maker do?
I built bustles to enchant, girls, I built bustles to amaze,
I built bustles for the skirt that rustles, and bustles for the skirt that sways.
I built bustles for my aunt, girls, when other business fled,
But a bustle maker can't make bustles for his aunt when a bustle maker's aunt is dead.
I was a bustle maker once, girls, once in the days gone by,
I lost my heart to the bustle maker's art, and that I don't deny.
I may have had the brains of a dunce, girls, as many men appear to suppose,
I may have been obtuse and of little other use
But I could make a bustle when I chose.
I built bustles for the bulging, I built bustles for the lithe,
I built bustles for the girls in Brussels and bustles for the girls in Hythe.
I built bustles for all Europe once, but I've been badly hit,
Things have decayed in the bustle making trade
And that it the truth of it.
poem by Patrick Barrington
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My Turtle Use to Rush!
You taught my turtle how to walk on a leash.
When you babysat my turtle.
But now my turtle's mood,
Has become distant and cranky.
My beloved turtle now gives me shifty looks.
And I know with me it's angry.
Since the babysitter I picked and booked.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
You've got my turtle trained to believe,
It needs a leash...
To eat with me Chinese.
And I use to love how my turtle ate Wonton.
But from within its shell...
All it does is just peek on.
When my turtle use to hear me turn the key,
At the front door.
My turtle use to rush to me.
But no more!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More!
My turtle use to rush!
But!
No,
More to me.
My turtle use to rush!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Get A Rush
Every day of my life has been leading me here tonight
Feels like I'm coming home back to you, back to you
Every chance that I take
Every wrong turn and every mistake
Is a step on the road back to you
And I'm alive
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
And my goal, I see you, you're as close as the hole in my shoe
And when I'm feeling used, I'm renewed, I get high
I can fly, I've got wings
I've got riches that money can't bring
I've got more than a king, I've got you
And baby, that's alright
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
From you, everything you do
I call it love
Yeah, I get a rush, I get a rush
Every day of my life has been leading me here tonight
And wherever I roam I'm heading back home to you
Back to you
Chorus:
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
I like it, I like it, I can't get enough
I like it, I like it, yeah, I get a rush
I like what I like and I like it too much
You know what I like, yeah, I get a rush
From you, everything you do
I call it love
Yeah, I get a rush, I get a rush from you
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In a Bustle That We Haste
Like a brisk fresh brook,
Through a forest flows...
Unstoppable and clear,
When one is near it they can hear.
And taking hikes in the woods,
Does a city dweller good...
Without the handicap of bricks,
To sit with sentiments lamented.
So much can be advantaged,
If we managed to rid limits.
And giving Mother Nature more,
Than just a few minutes.
So much of life is wasted,
In a bustle that we haste.
As if there is a purpose in a rush anticipated,
Everyday.
So much can be advantaged,
If we managed to rid limits.
And giving Mother Nature more,
Than just a few minutes.
So much of life is wasted,
In a bustle that we haste.
As if there is a purpose in a rush anticipated,
Everyday.
Taking hikes in the woods,
Does a city dweller good...
Without the handicap of bricks,
To sit with sentiments lamented.
Like a brisk fresh brook,
Through a forest flows...
Unstoppable and clear,
When one is near it they can hear.
Don't delay.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Dont Rush Me
(alexandra forbes, jeff franzel)
Red roses, temptation,
You make the most of a ify situation.
Im weighing my decision
Whos to say if its love,or if it isnt?
Only time will tell
Just how well Ill get to know you.
Dont mean to lead you on,
But I want to take it slowly, slowly.
Dont rush me
Ive made that mistake before, ah.
Dont rush me.
This love could be so much more
Its well worth the waiting for
Desire can mean danger,
I wanna lover, not another stranger
Im saving all my passion,
Whos to say if its love, or just attraction?
Only time will tell
Just how well Ill get to know you.
Dont mean to lead you on, but I want to take it slowly, slowly.
And my resistance is weakening,weakening everytime we touch.
Baby, you get everything, everything that Ive been dreamin of.
Dont rush me.
Ive made that mistake before, oh yeah.
Dont rush me. this love could be so much more,
Its well worth the waiting for, yeah.
My resistance is weakening
Every time we touch,
Cause baby youve got everything,
Everything that Ive been dreaming of.
[guitar solo]
Dont rush me. Ive made that mistake before,
Oh yeah. dont rush me. this love could be so much more,
Its well worth the waiting for.
Dont rush me. Ive made that mistake before,
Oh yeah. dont rush me. this love could be so much more,
Its well worth the waiting for, yeah.
song performed by by Taylor Dayne
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The Drone
I might have been a worker, but I'm nothing but a drone.
I tell my idle stories in a philosophic tone.
In a fuzzy, spiny mantle of remoteness softly furled
I lie and watch with half-shut eyes the stupefying world.
And they bustle and they rustle with their self-consuming din.
And eager feet go hurrying out and tired feet come in.
Like Bottom, when they hear a sound they all must rush to see.
They're always running after life. I let it come to me.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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The Lost Rivers
Far down from the thunder
And rush of the street,
Flow Westbourne and Tyebourne
And Effra and Fleet,
'Neath blue skies and grey skies
Once freely that ran -
Lost rivers of London,
Forgotten of man.
Do they ever remember
Where night is like day,
Red leaves of October
And green leaves of May;
The sunshine and starshine,
The rain and the dew,
The gold of the kingcup,
The kingfisher's blue?
Do they think of the flurry
And rush of the weirs,
The mill-wheel that scattered
Drops from it like tears,
The sun-dappled shallows,
The dusk of the pool
Whose fishes bade urchins
Play truant from school?
Do they dream about cresses
And catkins in spring,
And beds of green rushes
Where reed-warblers sing,
Of willow-herb blowing
And swallows that weave,
Where the dragonfly glistens,
Their mazes at eve?
Deep under the bustle
And rush of the street
Flow Westbourne and Tyebourne
And Effra and Fleet,
In darkness and silence
Forlornly they run,
Lost rivers of London,
Forgetting the sun.
poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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Dont Rush The Good Things
(n. gammack)
Producer: carter
Album: private dancer emi centenary edition (96)
B-side of the uk/ger whats love got to do with it single
Bought me a bottle of wine
Im gonna drink it tonight
And you can join me
Its gonna make us feel alright
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Im gonna sip it slowly
Im not gonna rock it back
I am no historier but i
Ive learned from my past what Ive learned
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Its a slow job falling in love
Its a slow job
Falling in love its a slow job
Dont rush good things tonight
You and me baby
No need to rush it tonight
Cause we got all the time in the world
Get it back, get it back
Get it back, get it back
Get it, get it, get it, get it
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
Dont rush the good things
Dont rush the good things in life
song performed by by Tina Turner
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I rented a house, recorded the stuff in a house. Just took my time 'cuz sometimes it's just rush, rush, rush. I just wanna live and play music.
quote by Ziggy Marley
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Even though Rush is not me and the situations were very different, I think, in the Rush Limbaugh thing, ESPN was criticized for not acting, and you remember that after a couple days of controversy over Rush.
quote by Gregg Easterbrook
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Rush
Rush baby rush please
I have got only one heart
Rush don't sit at ease
poem by Asif Andalib
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The wheels on the bus
‘The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
The wheels on the bus
Go round and round
Round and round
Round and round
All night long’
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
The driver on the bus goes
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
Rush rush rush
All night long
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
The children on the bus go
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
Wow wow wow
All night long
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
The fathers on the bus go
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
Blush blush blush
All night long
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush shus
Hush hus hush
Hush hush
The mothers on the bus go
Hush hush hush
All night long
The clouds in the sky go
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
Sky sky sky
The ashes from the ground go
Die die die
Die die die
Die die die
All night long
Shakiras on the bus go
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
Waka waka hey
The boughs in the tree go
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
Waka waka sway
All night long
PS:
The wheels on the bus – children’s song (anonymous?)
Waka waka World’s current top hit on VH1 music channel
August 17,2010
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Wait/ Don't Rush
WAIT-
Wait -
Don’t rush-
No one is waiting for you anywhere-
The whole day is yours-
Drink your coffee slowly-
Be conscious of the taste of the food-
Enjoy it slowly
Enjoy the freshness of the morning
The sun the good weather
Don’t rush
Nothing you do today
Will change much of anything-
Don’t rush-
You are an old man now
Try try
To enjoy a bit of it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Stirring The Silence
A hammock strung between two trees,
Is swinging gently, to and fro,
Here one can idly rest at ease,
In this wild flower strewn meadow.
The clear fresh air goes wafting by,
bees and butterflies claim their space.
Such nectar here for all to try,
In nature’s unspoken embrace.
With luscious grass beneath the feet,
And sunbeams playing all around,
The insect noises all compete,
Stirring the silence, so profound.
With sultry days, no need to rush,
Long gone, the bustle and the strain.
Here with its solitude and hush,
One finds true sanity again.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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No Time To Think
No time to think, no time for dreams
No time for anything it seems.
No time to stop, no time to waste,
No time for anything but haste.
No time to wonder at the snow,
No time to watch our children grow.
But time enough to race about
And time enough to scream and shout.
And time enough to rush, rush, rush,
And time enough to push, push, push.
But no time to care or to smile,
No time to ramble for a while.
No time to sit, no time time to stand,
No time to shake you by the hand.
No time to stop, no time to blink
But most of all no time to think
poem by Paul Anthony
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Do It For The Rush
Hey
Crawl out of that box now
Come on don't stop
Climb a little higher till you hear the limb pop
Grab onto that knife with the palm of your hand
And when you hear the brakes squeal
Don't jerk just stand
Yeah yeah
Don't be a hero
Don't do it to be tough
Throw back your head
Do it for the rush baby
Do it for the rush now
Hey come on come on rush baby
Do it for the rush now
Stand in the rain
Cause lightning always strikes twice
Walk in the dark
And lay your skin on the ice
Do what they do
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Flashman
I'm waiting,
Waiting for you to crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to see your cash,
Waiting so long,
Waiting over here,
Waiting over there,
Waiting to hear you say,
You'll come back to me!
Waiting for the rush!
You're all flash and no cash,
Don't like your trash,
Gonna see you crash,
I'm waiting,
Waiting on my own,
I'm waiting,
Waiting to hear you groan,
Waiting to get you alone,
Waiting for us to meet,
Waiting to get off the street,
Waiting for my heart,
To skip a beat,
Waiting for the rush!
Tired of all your flash,
Get rid of the trash, and,
Show me your cash,
So where do you go to find a lover?
And where will you find a brother?
Is this the end of the road?
Will you stoop low?
So that I can grow?
06 June 2012
poem by David Andre' Klopper
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Lonley Station
Waiting stationed like a train
Is anybody about
Where is the hustle and bustle
Only confusion and panic
Has the world stopped is it frozen in time
Or has time not caught up with us yet
Whistles blow and the rumbling of people
But why am i so alone
The emptiness the hollowness of being lonely
Why wont you come to me
Can you not see i'm standing in front of you
Time passes ever so slow
But i'm stationed here idling waiting
Whats got you confused you know where i am
I want to scream your name
But what name do i scream for you have many
The afternoon shadows caress the ground
Night will follow
Please come now as i'm scared of the night alone
I watch you pace back and forth
Here i am i scream but nothing comes out
Slowly the whistling stops
The rumbling of voices becomes a whisper
You stare in my direction
But you stare right through me
For i am empty i am hollow
Now night has fallen upon us
I watch you as you put on your coat
Please please don't be leaving
I'm here why cant you see me
Tonight i will be alone again