I think that anybody's craft is fascinating. A taxi driver talking about taxi driving is going to be very, very interesting.
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No, in Lethal Weapon I was a taxi cab driver that Mel jumps in front of the taxi and pulls me out of the car and steals the taxi. Then I did some other indie driving for some of the car sequences.
quote by David R. Ellis
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Cat Carcass
Last Night two storm cats above roof
my two eyeballs were difficult to close
now I 'm very sleepy
Before that night a child cat was hit taxi
in the grandpa house curve
the taxi driver took the cat carcass
it was buried in the corner curve
while he pray to kept away from the bad fate
like the kitten
but I did not know
whether the prayer of the taxi driver had permited
I myself confuse
now the cat child remained one
is sleeping his mother brazz
poem by Prasetya Utama
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Taxis
The horse is used as a taxi in a certain land,
The donkey is used as a taxi in a certain land,
The camel is used as a taxi in a certain land,
The cow is used as a taxi in a certain land,
The elephant is used as a taxi in a certain land,
And of all the forms of taxis in this world!
But the animals had been very useful to mankind.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Lady The Taxi Driver!
My lady the taxi driver!
Driving so fast to take me to my destination;
For, the muse of my love was in your hands,
And, you were ready to take me along.
My lady the taxi driver!
With the works of your hands and,
Of the muse of your love;
But, you were ready to take me along.
To my destination,
With the works of joy! !
And, i do thank you for everything;
Because, you were able to take me along.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Early Morning Cold Taxi
3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
With lifes best side on the downward slope,
Its in my own hands, I know Ill cope,
My girls with me and all my friends can see.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.
Done it before, do it again,
Know from experience its not in vain,
Shes the best Ive had, I cannot see, what someone else can do to me.
Its a long way home but loves so warm, youll see.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi,
Each time I do it, I feel so down and out,
Early morning cold taxi,
though my mind thinks strange Ill keep on, no doubt.
3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
One day well be wed,
This I know for its what she said,
Then no more will my mind be uneasy.
Early morning cold taxi,
Each time I do it, I feel so down and out,
Early morning cold taxi,
though my mind thinks strange Ill keep on, no doubt.
3:36, its cold, I know Im growing old,
One day well be wed,
This I know for its what she said,
Then no more will my mind be uneasy.
Here I am again,
Early morning cold taxi.
Early morning cold taxi.
song performed by by Who
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Waiting for the bus.....(for Karen)
The market place was closin'
my feet were nearly frozen
I tried to see the bus come through the snow.
But even though I strained
no bus ever came
and I wished I were in bed, that night,
back home
Then behold, we saw a Taxi
Mother said 'oh should we,
baby's cold, ain't that what money's for? '
So she held up a free hand
and hailed that taxi man.
I'd never been in a taxi cab before.
It was big and bright and black,
and we sat up at the back,
the man who drove it was so very nice.
I snuggled up to mum
She said ‘you warmer hon? '
And I fell fast asleep upon her lap.
It was the best ride I'd ever had
in that black taxi cab.
I thought my mum
the best that there could be!
When I was three
and she hailed a cab for me.
poem by Ruth Walters
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Taxi In The Rain
Where have I been going
On this lost and rainy night
I, who have no home to go to
Waiting for a taxi in the rain
The grey earth sleeps
And lets me take my way
Alone amidst the crowd
Waiting for a taxi in the rain
I’ve come so far in search
Of what I have not found
Perhaps it is down this street
Waiting for a taxi in the rain
Grey and frozen faces
Pass me by unhurriedly
Turning their backs to the dreamer
Waiting for a taxi in the rain
poem by Christine Natale
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Bora Bora 2005
In a taxi I did ride,
having such a fun time.
It was Bora Bora the island
in the south.
It was such a fun time
without a doubt.
Driving with a guy in a dress,
you don't believe me?
Oh, yes…
His boyfriend was in the backseat.
Wholly pete! but he was really sweet,
and small as can be.
Drove up the mountainside,
ate mangos and saw
skirts made with die.
Then I did shop and buy,
something that caught my eye.
A straw hat for my puppet,
she wore it sitting on a tuffet.
Taxi driver did receive,
button of me and Melodie.
Same with people off
the cruise ship,
they video taped me
taking a dip.
At Bora Bora's hotel,
please don't tell.
For I did crash the beach,
with my doll Mel.
Then a lady at pearl jewelry store,
recognized me from before,
but couldn't think of what for.
She's sitting in the executive suite
thought I was sweet and as a treat,
I could stay in Bora Bora for free.
Jewelry lady did finally realize,
she saw me on the button
buttoned to dress of taxi guy,
happy with all smiles and sunshine.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on Feb 21,2011
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Bora Bora Button
Riding in a taxi around the mountain side
I was in Bora Bora have a very funtime.
I was with Melodie and Razel who wore
their island gowns-
we were being driven all around Bora Bora's towns.
Taxi driver was sweet and Melodie said so
she gave him a button that sparkled not glowed.
He wore on his dress to the Pearl Jewelry store,
the pearl jewelry owner remembered Melodie
who she adored.
For we met her in the airports first class waiting room
she recognized Melodie first as Melodie sang her tune.
Jewelry store lady said "I saw you on a button when the
taxi driver came in—he was very happy to have met you both—
he is a true fan."
One day I will go back and visit, I hope his button is holding up
if not I will give many more he can wear around to the shops.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 27,2012
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poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Was I always going to be here? No I was not. I was going to be homeless at one time, a taxi driver, truck driver, or any kind of job that would get me a crust of bread. You never know what's going to happen.
quote by Morgan Freeman
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Taxi Grab
Shake a leg, its the big rush, cant find a taxi cant find a bus.
Bodies jammed in the underground evacuating london town.
Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers and the pavements meet.
Red lights --- pin stripes --- short step shuffle into the night.
Tea time calls --- the bingo halls open at seven in the old front stalls.
How about a taxi grab.
Theres an empty cab by the taxi stand drivers in the caf washing his hands.
Big diesel idles --- the keys inside --- cmon sally lets take a ride.
Flag down --- uptown --- no sweat. for rush hour travel, its the best bet yet.
Taxi grab.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Uptown
[Taxi]
Did you call a taxi
[Master P]
Yea
[Taxi]
Where you going my brother
[Master P]
Uptown. Ya heard me Calliope 36-49 go cross the Bra
Bridge and make a left
[Chorus: Suga Bear (repeat 2x's)]
I'll be hangin uptown (hangin)
With my niggas
Yea Yea Yea Yea Yea
[Master P]
Uptown baby
song performed by by 504 Boyz from Goodfellas
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Uncle Lenny
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I’m pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn’t hear any for his ears are toast.
He’s sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10, 2011)
poem by Christina Sunrise
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The White Lady of Balete Drive
In my country there's a frightening story
Called the white lady of Balete Drive
And though the witnesses there have been many
The story is a legend that's still alive.
They say there was a beautiful young lady
Who went riding a taxi quite late
Alone in that taxi and the driver took a fancy
She met rape and murder as her fate.
Although there was no proof of a body
And the mystery had for years eluded ending,
The street Balete Drive became eerie
For a white lady there was appearing.
Some say she would flag down a taxi and ride
Through the same route, the drivers say.
But from the rearview mirror, there's no one inside
And the drivers, in horror, would run away.
Those who now ply this Balete Drive
Will speed through the street at night
They will not stop, for the dead or alive
And certainly not for that lady in white!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello (17 February 2010)
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Uncle Lenny
There is an Italian who lives in New York City,
he is a sweetheart, he thinks I'm pretty.
He came down to see me and took me out to eat,
we talked of a stalker who lives on his street.
Yes, he is handsome for his age,
stalker lady goes through his mail reading one page.
Now Uncle Lenny has seen it all,
in NYC taxi cab he drove tourists with alot of gall.
Yes, Uncle Lenny drove a NYC taxi cab,
A safe driver award plaque he does have.
Now we went to Tampa and I heard some ghosts,
He said he didn't hear any for his ears are toast.
He's sweetheart who thinks of me,
He left surprises in my luggage for me to keep.
Now Uncle Lenny still can drive,
He is quick and has a sharp keen eye.
Thanks Uncle Lenny for the happy memories,
it was fun and very interesting!
(By Suzae Chevalier on August 10,2011)
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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On A Rainy Day
she flags a taxi
closes her black umbrella
wet in the rain she
enters the
yellow taxi and bangs the
door against him
leaving him for good
on a rainy day
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Taxi, Taxi
All these streets are never ending
Tie them in a knot
Drive me through a red light waiting
For everyone to stop
Sing to me like pavarotti
Sing to me of spain
Take me to you operetta
And make it rain
Chorus:
Taxi, taxi give me a ride
Im going to take you
To the other side
Taxi, taxi turn off you light
Im going to ride with you all night
Take me to your meditation
Take me to your door
Show me loves sweet revelation
Lying on your floor
Hole me in your arms forever
Take me to the end
Drive me to the edge of nowhere
And sing again
Chorus
Youre as cool as colorado
And orpheus on fire
Crash the car into a rainbow
Here with me tonight
All the satellites are shining
In the starry sky
I can feel your arms surround me
Higher and higher
Chorus
song performed by by Cher
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Taxi! Taxi!
The hands on the clock seem to stick to the face
But the seconds are turning to minutes
And minutes to days
I try not to look at the grin on its face
But I know that it knows that I gotta get out
Of this place
Time to close the day
Time to lock the door
Time to greet the street
Im so happy Im walking on air
People staring but I dont care
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way dont go that way
Gotta cross town dont want trouble
Got to get there on the double
Shell be waiting Ill be running
Shell be thinking Im not coming
I cant wait to talk to you
Tell you what Id like to do
Well find a little restaurant
A little vino for the ambiance
In the candlelight were holding hands
Time flies when you really
Dont want it to
The waiters are staring at me
But Ive only got eyes for you
Leave us alone we dont wanna go home
Put your chairs on the tables
We can let ourselves out when youve gone
Time to take your home
Time to say goodnight
We dont wanna part
Lets be together tonight
Lets be together tonight
Taxi, call a taxi, yellow taxi, taxi taxi
Dont take the subway dont go that way
'snot a safe way well go our way
Gotta cross town back to my place
Pull the shades down screw the rat race
Were alone now undercover
Hang the sign out dont disturb
Now Im really close to you
Tell you what I want to do
I wanna take you to a tropical place
Beneath the stars Ill see the love in your face
In the pale moonlight
Were holding hands
Following the footprints in the sand
Its been a hell of a day in the city
Now its time to get away
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Destination Moon
Dont bother to call this room
Theres nobody here who can pick up
Or has stuff they need to talk about
And who wont be now
Checking out and flying
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse
But you see theres nothing wrong with me
You think, thats what you think.
Thats what they all say,
Before I blow you away
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs
Soon the man who sweeps the room
Brings the secret telegram:
Commence official interplanetary exploration
Thank you for the card with the cartoon nurse
But you see theres nothing wrong with me
You think, thats what you think.
Thats what they all say,
Before I blow you away
By rocket to the moon
By airplane to the rocket
By taxi to the airport
By front door to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the legs
By rocket to the moon
Crawl to the rocket
By coughing at the airport
By limping to the taxi
By throwing back the blanket
Hanging down the withered leg
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Journey Of Confusion (Fun Poem 90)
It stared like any journey
with expectations running high,
a two hours journey
from one point to another.
Nothing complicated in that.
Just over an hour in
and the journey goes to pot,
you drive passed the turning
that you were suppose to take.
You turn around midst honking horns
and go back again.
You think you are on the right road,
and then you find you are not.
Being a man, you are too proud
to ask the directions to where you are going.
You drive around in circles
and the hours tick on by.
Four hours later, you are confused and totally lost.
You pull to the side of the road
and all you want to do is cry,
then you get a brainwave,
find a taxi and follow him.
You look for a taxi
and there is not one to be found,
never one when you need one
and dozens when you do not.
Finally, you get a taxi
and begin to follow him,
finally getting to your destination.
Five hours it has taken
and not the estimated two.
You are also slightly lighter
after paying the taxi fare.
The only thing you can rejoice from
is that you are there,
a few grey hairs more
and a lot wiser throughout.
What about the journey back?
You do not want to even think about that.
27 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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