I don't mind if my skull ends up on a shelf as long as it's got my name on it.
quote by Debbie Harry
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A Shell
A SHELL
a big shell
on a warm sand shelf
building long and strong
out at last kept out.
TIME to decide
what's inside
for inside meditation
for contemplation.
Any answers?
A SKULL
a big skull
with a warm snug self
building long and strong
to keep out out.
EYE, ear and brain
drag it all in again,
sense saturation.
NEVER alone.
No time to take advantage
of the bone.
poem by Brian Taylor
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Lights Out
I have come to the borders of sleep,
The unfathomable deep
Forest where all must lose
Their way, however straight,
Or winding, soon or late;
They cannot choose.
Many a road and track
That, since the dawn's first crack,
Up to the forest brink,
Deceived the travellers,
Suddenly now blurs,
And in they sink.
Here love ends,
Despair, ambition ends,
All pleasure and all trouble,
Although most sweet or bitter,
Here ends in sleep that is sweeter
Than tasks most noble.
There is not any book
Or face of dearest look
That I would not turn from now
To go into the unknown
I must enter and leave alone
I know not how.
The tall forest towers;
Its cloudy foliage lowers
Ahead, shelf above shelf;
Its silence I hear and obey
That I may lose my way
And myself.
poem by Edward Thomas
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Skull Ring
(feat. The Stooges)
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
The touch of a hand in the wasteland
you're walking asleep and dreaming cheap
A bird's wing don't beat for free
You're freezing cold and your family
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
Fingers on fire to do what's bad
Ring on the finger is a skull man
Strong as a bar of steel
Weakness is that you can't feel
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
My life is dirtied, my mind is loaded
I'm feeling and breathing and fighting
To see
People get ready now
Baby come on give your heart to me
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Money
Skull rings
Fast cars
Hot chicks
Fancy things
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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This Is Music
I stand accused just like you
I stand accused just like you
For being born without a silver spoon
For being born without a silver spoon
Stood at the top of a hill
Stood at the top of a hill
Over my town I was found
Over my town I was found
Ive been on the shelf too long
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Ive been on the shelf too long
Got my things and now Im gone
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Hows the world gonna from take me?
Got my things and now Im gone
Hows the world gonna from take me?
Finding myself used to be hard
But now I see the light
If love is a drug
Finding myself used to be hard
Then I dont need it
But now I see the light
If love is a drug
Ive been on the shelf too long
Then I dont need it
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Now its time to hear my song
How are you gonna take it?
Ive been on the shelf too long
Sitting at home in my bed too long
Ive been on the shelf too long
Now its time to hear my song
Think the words without the song
How are you gonna take it?
Never had a way to go
Tell me now Im taking it
Ive been on the shelf too long
Ive been on the shelf too long
Ive been on the shelf too long
Think the words without the song
Ive been on the shelf too long
Never had a way to go
Tell me now Im taking it
Weve got a lot of living to do
Ive been on the shelf too long
Theres a door in my mind thats open wide
Ive been on the shelf too long
Come inside come inside
Ive been on the shelf too long
Jesus never saved me
Hell never save you too, and you know!
Weve got a lot of living to do
Ive got a little sticker on the back of my boot
Theres a door in my mind thats open wide
This is music
Come inside come inside
And now I see the light shining bright in my eyes
If love is the drug then it aint for me
Jesus never saved me
Well music is my life
Hell never save you too, and you know!
And loved by me
Ive got a little sticker on the back of my boot
Im gonna move on the floor with my sweet young thing
This is music
Down down down we go till we reach the bottom
Of our soul with this is music
And now I see the light shining bright in my eyes
If love is the drug then it aint for me
Well music is my life
And loved by me
Im gonna move on the floor with my sweet young thing
Down down down we go till we reach the bottom
Of our soul with this is music
song performed by by Verve
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I Can't Help Myself
I been lost in the darkness for so long,
I can't see the life.
I been strung out, burned out, left out,
An' hung out to dry.
So I say to myself that I wanna get better:
Hidin' from the truth, I can't last forever.
Jesus, help me;
Obviously, I can't help myself:
I've got nobody else.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf.
I can't help myself.
An' my excuses are so old an' tired:
Hell, I forget 'em.
I keep fallin', an' crawlin', an' drownin'
Down here on the bottom.
Yeah, I've pushed back my brothers, said goodbye to my friends:
When you get in this deep, the hell never ends.
Jesus, help me;
Obviously, I can't help myself:
I've got nobody else.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon that's hauntin' me there on the shelf.
I can't help myself.
Gimme a reason to live an' show me a sign.
I'm on the edge goin' out of my mind.
I'm down on my knees: I'm beggin' you please,
Make me somebody else: I can't help myself.
Instrumental Break.
(No!)
I need something stronger:
Pour it all over me.
Send me an angel: someone to strangle,
That old demon:
'Cause you know that I never will.
I can't help myself.
Lord, I can't help myself.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Where The Sidewalk Ends
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Some people leave
And never come back
Some stay in touch
Some loose track
Your mind kept sayin
Come on lets go
You started learnin
What you dont need to know
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
Ill wait for you
In the cold dark night
You might come back
You had to go
Where the sidewalk ends
Ill never know
Hide from the future
Run from the past
I guess Ill stay here
As long as I can last
Whistle still blowin
But the train is gone
Aint no wheels
Gonna take me from my home
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
And the road begins
We said good bye
On a cold dark night
Im not afraid to go
You bet Im not
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
Where the sidewalk ends
You left a lot
song performed by by George Strait
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All of us can think of a book... that we hope none of our children have taken off the shelf. But if I have the right to remove that book from the shelf -that work I abhor- then you also have exactly the same right and so does everyone else. And then we have no books left on the shelf for any of us.
quote by Katherine Paterson
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A Headache
the mind is so huge
the thoughts widely embracing
the skull is embarrassing
the eyes inhospitable
ideas close and open
enclosed and
the brain begins to ache
so much for all these
and yet
least compensating
the day ends without
fruits on its hands
the night talks of dreams
no longer
receptive the eyelashes
restive upon
a line of the slit
nothing much
but silly talk
flak, plaque and
bubble
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dead Babies
Dead Babies
Little Betty ate a pound of aspirin
She got them from the shelf upon the wall
Betty's mommy wasn't there to save her
She didn't hear her little baby call
(Wah!)
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't want you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Daddy is an agrophile in Texas
Mommy's on the bar most every night
Little Betty's sleeping in the graveyard
Living there in burgundy and white
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't love you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Goodbye, Little Betty
Goodbye, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
So long, Little Betty
Betty, so long
Dead babies
Can't take care of themselves
Dead babies
Can't take things off the shelf
Well we didn't need you anyway
Lalala-la, lalala-la, la la la
Goodbye, Little Betty
song performed by by Iced Earth
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Now Or Never
Billie holiday / curtis r. lewis
Hey fat daddy make up your mind
cause Ive been waiting such a long, long time
Now baby or never cause I been so good to you
Now baby or never cause Ive been so lonesome, too
Now baby or never if I mean anything to you
Now baby or never cause you wasted so much time
Now baby or never cause you cant make up your mind
Now baby or never and it aint no fault of mine
Its got to be yes or no
Its either you stay or go
You cant leave me on the shelf
You gotta commit yourself
Its either you will baby or wont fall
In love with me
Gonna call you once more on the telephone
Ill give you till twelve then Ill be gone
I waited last night for you to call
You give me no consideration at all
Its now baby or never cause you wasted so much time
Now baby or never and you must make up your mind
Now babv or never and it aint no fault of mine
Its got to be yes or no
Its either you stay or go
You cant leave me on the shelf
You gotta commit yourself
Its either you will baby or wont
You do baby or dont
Either you will baby or wont fall in love with me
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Self Satisfaction Extending
Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.
Are you even listening?
Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo
Is their something I'm missing?
Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.
Are you even listening?
Screaming in a cave and all you hear is the echo
Is their something I'm missing?
Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.
Maybe it fell off the shelf
Maybe it was something so heart wrenching
And again I hear nothing else.
The dead something.
Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.
Maybe it fell off the shelf
Maybe it was something so heart wrenching
And again I hear nothing else.
The dead something.
Do you know when the game ends?
Do you know when it is time to stop pretending?
Self satisfaction extending.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Redundant.
.
The skull that grins upon my desk
I picked up at a car boot sale
Although my taste me seen grotesque.
The skull reminds me without fail.
As he is now so will I be.
In time to come I too must die
I don't suppose he thought that he.
Would end up as a bargain buy.
When I am dead my skull may be.
An ornament that's on display.
On someone's desk quite possibly
What does it matter anyway.
Though it was mine it is not me.
It never was nor will it be.
Saturday,08 September 2012
poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Long Life
Baby , you told me your life is wrong
And theres no sense in seeing it through
But Ive got my eyes open all the time
And Ive been waiting for you
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
Im just a guy from outside your world
And theres no words that I can say
But Ive got a feeling that youre the girl
To take all my love and just run away
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears , take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
(break)
Dont try to tell me its over
You cant believe it yourself
Just put your hand on my shoulder
And dry all your tears, take your heart off the shelf
cause its a long life and well worth the living
You still got your heart and its well worth the giving
Give yourself to me
Just you and me
cause its a long life and well worth the living
A long life and well worth the living
Its a long life
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Jack-In-The-Box
Hi, I'm God. It's dark, lonely and quiet in here, now,
On this dusty shelf.
No more children to come and twist me to life;
I used to thrive at that,
Popping out and making them laugh!
Now, nothing.
But yesterday, something-
A mouse came by and straddled my handle:
If only it he had pulled down...
I could have given it a terrible fright.
But now the silent night;
And my red and white striped shirt keeps me not a bit warm.
I long for the sun to flow on the shelf;
I wish I could play with myself,
But I am without hands;
Only the hope to be seen by a passing boy,
Who will be curious,
Who will think I'm only a toy.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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Cosmopolitan Greetings
Stand up against governments, against God.
Stay irresponsible.
Say only what we know & imagine.
Absolutes are Coercion.
Change is absolute.
Ordinary mind includes eternal perceptions.
Observe what’s vivid.
Notice what you notice.
Catch yourself thinking.
Vividness is self-selecting.
If we don’t show anyone, we’re free to write anything.
Remember the future.
Freedom costs little in the U.S.
Asvise only myself.
Don’t drink yourself to death.
Two molecules clanking us against each other require an observer to become
scientific data.
The measuring instrument determines the appearance of the phenomenal
world (after Einstein).
The universe is subjective..
Walt Whitman celebrated Person.
We are observer, measuring instrument, eye, subject, Person.
Universe is Person.
Inside skull is vast as outside skull.
What’s in between thoughts?
Mind is outer space.
What do we say to ourselves in bed at night, making no sound?
“First thought, best thought.”
Mind is shapely, Art is shapely.
Maximum information, minimum number of syllables.
Syntax condensed, sound is solid.
Intense fragments of spoken idiom, best.
Move with rhythm, roll with vowels.
Consonants around vowels make sense.
Savour vowels, appreciate consonants.
Subject is known by what she sees.
Others can measure their vision by what we see.
Candour ends paranoia.
poem by Allen Ginsberg
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Rum & Red Bull (being a day after her birthday poem)
Out of our skull
on Rum & Red Bull
we play football
with a grinning
plastic skull
(retrieved from a skip)
using the Momento Mori
for a drunken kickabout.
You dribble
& drool it.
You shoot
I save it
tipping it over
an imaginary crossbar.
Spectacular!
I bathe
in an imaginary roar.
I clutch
the skull
to my chest
begin to spout:
'Toby
(or not)
Toby
... that is the jug! '
'Oi...! ' you shout
'Me Lord Hamlet
...over here
on de head! '
I dropp kick
the skull
(grinning still)
in your general
direction.
I can see
two of you
& don't know who
to pass it too.
You rise
beautifully to
the occasion
losing a stiletto
in the process
your body arched
like a sublime salmon
jumping
upstream
you head the skull home
past my groping outstretched fingertips
'GOALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLGOALL LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL! '
you scream
your blouse
over your head
in exultant
celebration.
A 'Now then...now then' police man
confiscates our skull.
Tells us
to bugger off.
'Awwww Ref! '
we argue but
he ain't
having any of it.
Hanging on
to each other
you ululating.
We stagger
down the street
look back
to see
P.C. Plod
miskick the skull
through someone's sleeping
window
crashtinkletinkle.
We wonder if
he'll have to
arrest
himself.
We scarper
in case he tries
to blame it
on innocent us.
poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Turn Around
I was working all night in my office
When a man I had recently killed
Called me up from a phone near my building
So I looked out the window at him
He had the same obsequious manner
That was the reason I had him killed
So to calm my nerves I sang this song
To him, over the phone
Turn around, turn around
Theres a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
Its a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around
I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
When I felt something heavy and pointed
Strike me in the back of the neck
And then the ghost of my dance instructor
Pushed me down into an open grave
And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone
And sang me this song
Turn around, turn around
Theres a thing there that can be found
Turn around, turn around
Its a human skull on the ground
Human skull on the ground
Turn around
We were waving our arms out the window
Of a fast moving passenger train
Acting in an irresponsible fashion
Until the engineer whose back had been turned
And who we thought would find us highly amusing
Quickly swiveled his head around
And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
Sang us this song
Turn around, (round) turn around (round)
Theres a thing there that can be found (theres a thing there that can be)
Turn around, (found) turn around (round)
Its a human skull on the ground (its a human skull on the)
Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)
Turn around (turn around, turn around)
Turn around, (round) turn around (round)
Theres a thing there that can be found (theres a thing there that can be)
Turn around, (found) turn around (round)
Its a human skull on the ground (its a human skull on the)
Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)
Turn around (turn around, turn around)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Intimidation
Getting shrunk like a shrinking violet
Too stiffened by a fearful Self
Lost opportunities she cannot get
She is one dusty jar on a shelf.
Secure in that musty four walls
Of her cabinet shelf she finds comfort
Unable to find her life purpose at all
Stifled her chances by low self-worth.
Intimidation is what keeps her fenced
Tapes her mouth shut she cannot speak
Deafens her ears, her mind is silenced
Success is something that she fails to seek.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Friends.... Old Friends......
Friends… old friends…
One sees how it ends.
A woman looks
Or a man lies,
And the pleasant brooks
And the quiet skies,
Ruined with brawling
And caterwauling,
Enchant no more
As they did before,
And so it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
And what if it ends?
Shall we dare to shirk
What we live to learn?
It has done its work,
It has served its turn;
And, forgive and forget
Or hanker and fret,
We can be no more
As we were before.
When it ends, it ends
With friends.
Friends… old friends…
So it breaks, so it ends.
There let it rest!
It has fought and won,
And is still the best
That either has done.
Each as he stands
The work of its hands
Which shall be more
As he was before?…
What is it ends
With friends?
poem by William Ernest Henley
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You'll Be Mine
(ransford)
It's been too long since i kissed you
Much too long since i held you tight
Tonight yes tonight
You'll be mine
I've been told about your kisses
And i've thought about you every night
Tonight yes tonight
You'll be mine
I've made up my mind
Not to be left on the shelf
Now i'm sure to find you
And keep you to myself
I just think about you every day
When you're near and when you're far away
Tonight yes tonight
You'll be mine
(repeat)
song performed by by Hollies
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