Never wear plaid.
quote by Dylan McDermott
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Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid
Steve Martin, Rachel Ward, Alan Ladd, Carl Reiner, Barbara Stanwyck
from Dead Men Don't Wear Plaid (1982)
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You Wear It So Well
All of those things
Yeah, that you got to give
Yeah, you wear it so well
Hey, you wear it so well
All of those stories
Honey, that i know you could tell
Yeah, you wear it so well
And your face hides it so we can't tell
That you knew we would wear it so well
You wear it so well
Yeah darling, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Yeah baby, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Yeah now baby, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
Hey now darling now, yeah, you wear it so well
(you wear it so well)
All of those things
That make poets sing
You wear it so well
Yeah, you hide it so well
And all of those pain
That you used to tell
You hide it so well
Can't tell from your face that you knew it so well
Hey, now that you have such a story to tell
Yeah, you got style and grace and you wear it so well
You wear it so well
And you got, you got such a story to tell
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you wear it so well
Grace and style equals you so well
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you wear it so well, well, yeah, so well
Yeah, you wear it, wear it, wear it now, wear it now, baby
Yeah, now you wear it so well
And you got such a story to tell
(ooohhh, ooohhh, ooohhh)
(ooohhh, you wear it so well)
(you wear it so well)
(you wear it so well)
song performed by by Lou Reed
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The missing
I was missing...
I was missing...
At my self
I was missing...
Wear is i am...?
wear is i am...?
Asking for my mind
Any time...
I am missing...
For my sence...
Wear i am...?
My work...
my money...
my poem's...
my dayana...
Wear i am...
Wear...?
I was leave
At me...
But...
I was searching
For the world drama...
I was search
Wear i am...?
My answer is;
'Missing...! '
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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She has run out without hat from the house
Humoresque
He was passive, loved humility,
She loved a joyful life,
It caused in him anxiety,
And irritation could not it hidden …
She has wanted to play on a guitar,
The fine lady searched for an adventure,
The husband was disturbed, has begun to smoke a cigar,
Took from bank the big credit …
She has run out without a hat from the house,
Charm of the men, flaring dreams …
The husband 'has revolted', has run in a casino,
He has put all the credit, on colour of her plaid …
The destiny has played, the «'The passive'» has won,
He became similar to the skilled player …
About habits of the wife, laughed vulgarly,
Though He was 'raised' on red plaid …
poem by Gioom Galen
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Plaid
Some will say its too late,
So dont change the story.
Theres too much at stake to grow.
Yesterday was so great,
Just bask in the glory.
Dont let your feelings show.
And I say,
Oh yeah like a man with condition
I wait for my heart to stop.
Stay down,
Got a plan hold that position.
You cant afford a flop.
Pack my suitcase
With my game face,
Take the same place,
And put away the dreams I had.
Let my hair grow,
Find some old clothes,
Let the world know
That my glory days were plaid.
Im not asking for permission,
Are you ready for me to be me.
Just pass the ammunition,
This prisoners about to bust free from chains.
For so long you told me to keep it familiar,
Just play what they all would find,
I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story,
But I gotta ask myself why.
And I play, ..., goes on
For so many seasons,
Til Im sure Im losing my mind.
And I say, oh no,
Gotta have a much better reason
To leave all my dreams behind.
Strangers,
Rearrange us,
Stay the same fate,
And become your favorite fad.
With the see-through,
I gotta be true,
I cant be you.
While yes still comes in plaid.
Im not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me.
Lord, pass some ammunition,
This prisoners about to bust free from your chains.
Im more than just excited,
Like a hundred pounds of monkey on my back.
Now everybodys divided,
Were riding this train til we run clear out of track.
Clean of track.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Chicago
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The Shirt
The buttonholes were empty.
The buttons had all let go.
The shirt was now a remnant,
one he did outgrow.
The sleeves were short so he rolled them.
The plaid material was faded.
Now it was getting much too tight
as he saw his name brocaded.
The name was what she called him,
'Sonny, sonny boy.'
Her voice came back when he wore it.
It was a sound of joy.
He would have to give up wearing it
and pray that she would know
that no other shirt he'd ever wear
were what her hands did sew.
Mom. dear mom you come alive
everytime I see that shirt.
It helps me when I'm missing you.
It takes away the hurt.
Every other shirt that I have worn
could never quite replace
the feeling I get when I see it
for I see your loving face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I Wear A Smile
I wear a smile
that never reach my eyes.
I wear a smile
that feels misplaced.
I wear a smile
that is completely fake.
I wear a smile
to drown my sorrow.
I wear a smile
but i'm so numb.
One day this mask will break,
but then it will be too late.
poem by Precious Arroyo
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Mr. Morning
Dawn's personage sheds its nightcap
in sleepy slow motion,
like a child too tired to rise out of his bed
when cold air sneaks in
under the covers.
But,
the sun's warm woolen slippers
nudge the way toward
a brand new day,
and after shaving clean with winter cream,
he rouses fully to
select the clothes he'll wear…
that blue plaid shirt that fades to grey
with yesterday's
yellow workpants
showing off his flamboyance.
Picking up his landscape lunchbox,
he heads out the door
singing a song that is as serene
as the ocean is vast.
poem by Sara Fielder
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Womens Next
womens are
not sexy wear...
womens are
not beauty wear...
womens are not
funny wear...
womens are not
hotty wear...
womens are
a power wear..
in another world...
not only child birth
with hands
with brain
with works
with loves
make a new world...
tommrow...
that is day near...
very near...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Plaid Dress
Strong sun, that bleach
The curtains of my room, can you not render
Colourless this dress I wear?—
This violent plaid
Of purple angers and red shames; the yellow stripe
Of thin but valid treacheries; the flashy green of kind deeds done
Through indolence high judgments given here in haste;
The recurring checker of the serious breach of taste?
No more uncoloured than unmade,
I fear, can be this garment that I may not doff;
Confession does not strip it off,
To send me homeward eased and bare;
All through the formal, unoffending evening, under the clean
Bright hair,
Lining the subtle gown. . .it is not seen,
But it is there.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Sparkle
I remember when you seemed real shiny with the sweat of your voice
Shaky hands super load and teenage mouth
We were all charmed and taken with your talk
Now I shudder when I hear the rhythm of your walk
Now Ive got no place to go Ive got no place to go
Ive got no one, nowhere, no one
I have given up on the sparkle that I saw in your eyes
I have sinned the sin of wanting more
The belly fire pulls the spirit from the corporate whore
Im embarrassed by the plaid you wear
If I were you Id hide behind that stupid bleach blonde hair
Now Ive got no place to go Ive got no place to go
Ive got no one, nowhere, no one
I have given up on the sparkle that I saw in you
Yeah that simple minded sparkle that I thought I saw
Yes I have wondered why you changed
I like it when you were super loud
I wonder if youre giving in tell me why youre giving in
song performed by by Everclear
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Ca' the Yowes to the Knowes
Chorus:
Ca' the yowes to the knowes,
Ca' them where the heather grows,
Ca' them where the burnie rowes,
My bonie dearie
As I gaed down the water-side,
There I met my shepherd lad:
He row'd me sweetly in his plaid,
And he ca'd me his dearie.
Chorus
Will ye gang down the water-side,
And see the waves sae sweetly glide
Beneath the hazels spreading wide,
The moon it shines fu' clearly.
Chorus
Ye sall get gowns and ribbons meet,
Cauf-leather shoon upon your feet,
And in my arms ye'se lie and sleep,
An' ye sall be my dearie.
Chorus
If ye'll but stand to what ye've said,
I'se gang wi' thee, my shepherd lad,
And ye may row me in your plaid,
And I sall be your dearie.
Chorus
While waters wimple to the sea,
While day blinks in the lift sae hie,
Till clay-cauld death sall blin' my e'e,
Ye sall be my dearie.
Chorus
poem by Robert Burns
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God Is Every Wear
God is every wear
God is every wear
Who is god...! ?
It is love...
It is true....
It is nature...
It is suprime power
No no...is only golden word's...!
From who is god...! ?
For child wood
Your father and mother
For middle age
Your wife...
Old age
Your children...!
Thats all;
Every wear god is
Thear...
You only do the love...!
Make a happy home
And make a happy world...!
So.., god is every wear...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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I want to find a way to reach young women emotionally and also to start providing clothing for them so that they can wear the same things their thin friends can wear. I really want to do evening wear and prom dresses for these girls.
quote by Delta Burke
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Why Women Wear Heels?
Women wear heels, fashion dictate.
Women wear heels to imitate.
Women wear heels to feel great.
Women wear heels to look taller.
Women wear heels, feet look smaller.
Sky high heels to look sexy.
To walk on heels, one can't be lazy.
To walk on heels, a balancing act.
To walk on heels, risks the back.
I don't always wear underwear. When I'm in the heat, especially, I can't wear it. Like, if I'm wearing a flower dress, why do I have to wear underwear?
quote by Naomi Campbell
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I loved Catholic school. I didn't like being beeped at by old pervs at the gas station because I was wearing a plaid skirt, though. It's like, do you think I'm going to stop and give you my phone number?
quote by Kristen Bell
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Noise world
Every wear
Noise...
Any wear
Noise...
Every thing noice...
Noice...
Noice...
Noice is
Some wear
good..
Some wear bad...
Love the noice...
Live the noice...
With out sleep...
With out peace...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Eat The Meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Because theres never gonna be enough space
So eat the meek, enjoy the waste
Its always gonna be a delicacy
Lick your chops and eat the meek
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
The factory mass producing fear, bottled,
Capped, distributed near and far
Sold for a reasonable price
And the people, they love it, they feed it
Brush with it, bathe with it, breathe it
Inject it direct to the blood
It seems to be replacing love
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Because theres always gonna be token truth
Forgotten code discarded youth
You know theres always gonna be pedigree
One own the air one pay to breathe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
Y mussed oui stay wear wee dont bee longe
song performed by by NOFX
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