I'm a bit of lunatic with shoes and jackets and jeans. It's just how I am.
quote by Graham Coxon
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Passing Fashion
not yet it's
the first snow
of the season the sun is still coming out
from behind the clouds
and we are taking out from wardrobes
jackets, mini jackets,
coats, spring coats,
overcoats, fur-lined overcoats and winter furs
and covering to severe
frost and strong winds
with thrill of emotion
we are looking at spring
dresses
the last swimsuits
summer shoes
bought,
on the first day of the autumn
I will establish next year.
I wasn't in time,
because an autumn came and now
I can fail to meet the fashion
poem by Maria Barbara Korynt
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More Hair!
You've already taken my lunch, my socks, my long-distance binocs,
Now what do you want?
More Hair!
My jeans, my spleens, my workout magazines,
They're gone, now you want?
More Hair!
I gave you my gum, cilium, chromium,
my green shoes, my feet shoes, my mangy old street shoes,
Come on, you want?
More Hair!
Give me my CDs, my TVs, my Wheaties and my Levi's.
Know what I'll give you?
More Hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Jeans On
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Its the weekend, and I know that youre free
So pull on your jeans and come on out with me
Oh cause I need to have you near me,
I need to feel you close to me
I need to have you near me, I need to feel you close to me
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
Ill meet ya in the usual place
You dont need a thing except your pretty face, alright
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
Aw, here we go mama
You and me, well go motorbike ridin in the sun
And the wind and the rain
I got money in my pocket, I got a tiger in my tank
And Im king of the road again
When I wake up in the mornin light
I pull on my jeans and I feel all right
Hey I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
I pull my blue jeans on, I pull my old blue jeans on
song performed by by Keith Urban
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O’ Woman In Jeans
O’woman in jeans
you are modern
you are not bound in chains like
that one in saree
O‘ woman in jeans
you work and work
you don't need that multitude of suits with dupattas
few pairs of top and jeans is enough
O’ woman in jeans
you look more curvy more sensuous
even when you are fully covered
your hips your bust is far more powerful
than one in saree, in stiched suits
O’ woman in jeans
you can move you can run
you need no excuse like
that head covered women
you can thwart the attempts of rapist
O’ woman in jeans
you look sensuous
you look commanding
you look proud
you need not to play submissive
O woman in jeans
poem by Pawan Sharma
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Brain Damage
The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane.
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear.
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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I have jeans with holes in them and I have nice jeans. I have casual and I have dressy jeans. I've got all kinds.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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I too, have got shoes
Have you seen shoes on children here
No shoes for other children
No shoes for your children
My uncle said to my dad
I lost my shoes—small shoes
from then on
My feet crushed the thorns
from then on
The city was taken from me
But not me from the city
from then on
Many years later my shoe remover died
And I got back my shoes
Bigger shoes—for crushing thorns
from then on
I cat walked in them
And went to bed in them
from then on
I got the city back
Even when I stayed there
from then on
Believe me I too have got shoes
And I slip my feet in them
But not for sleep anymore
Yes I too have got shoes
Other children wear shoes
My children wear shoes
Wear shoes why not
Why not why not why not why not
Shoes in the cot
Shoes to school
Shoes to the market
Shoes to the office
Why not wear shoes
poem by Moses Kainwo
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White Shoes
(jack tempchin)
I want em, I need em
And Im gonna go out and get em
White shoes
I know Ill feel better
When I slide down into the leather
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
I woke up from a dream
When I saw em in a magazine
White shoes
I said lou you gotta start new
And the first thing you gotta do
Is get some white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
You know he left me with the lonesome blues
Been hangin round too long with nothin to do
Yeah, he really made me pay those dues
But Im goin out on the town tonight in
White shoes
Well, I wanted em, I needed em
Yeah, and I went out and got em
White shoes
That new boy when I see him
Im gonna walk right up and meet him in
White shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes
Im goin out on the town tonight
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
White shoes ... woah, oh, oh... white shoes
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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The Band Wore Blue Shirts
I don't know why they come here
I'm only glad they do
They're gonna pay the bills for me and you
People out for an evening
They have a real good time
But when i play i feel just like i'm miming
I made a stand for the music
To turn the page with ease
I got the smile that says i'm here to please
Me and the bass guitarist
Have even shined our shoes
The drummer's shoes are dirty to confuse
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days
I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell
The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing
And the band wore blue shirts
And the music played on
Then at the end of the evening
They throw the suckers out
Don't get me wrong, i got no beef about it
I get my rates from the union
I get my shirts real cheap
I get my money
Get home
Get some sleep
I guess someday my kids will ask me 'bout the old days
I guess that i'll tell them that there ain't much to tell
The waiters wore black dinner jackets and all that kind of thing
And the band wore blue shirts
And the music played on
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Fly Jeans
You say can we go shopping
For what is my reply
some new jeans that my friend just bought
They make her look so fly
I say lets go, do you know the store
And please don't make me choose
Before we go I'm telling you we're not shopping for shoes
I take a slow, long deep breath
As we walk in the store
Dam your friend has rich tastes
My wallet's felt this pain before
You squeeze into the fly jeans
As you turn around and say
Does my bum look big in these babe
Now I should run away
Does my bum look big in these babe
Once again I hear you ask
No it don't my darling
It's the fat around your ass
Five minutes ago...
you toddled up
slapped my face
stumbling
grumbling
running race
football jumper
muddy shoes
teeth that loosened
legs that grew
homemade bow
brand new shoes
not worn-out yet
underdaks the ones
that stretched
cotton socks
jeans that fit
it seems 5 minutes
where did you go?
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poem by Frances Macaulay Forde
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The lunatic and the great.
I dream at night what the lunatic does in day.
I do in day what the great do at night
I am neither lunatic nor the great.
I am either lunatic or the great yet.
19.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Creepin Jean
Youre not leaving so descreet,
Just creeping out on me.
Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes,
Youll find some others bed to sleep.
So dont look back, it is too late,
No story to be told.
This creepin mess you left for me,
Promising that youd be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
Your dirty friends and underwear,
Keep hanging round my room.
The lonely pictures that you paint
Are creepin to their doom.
So dont look back it is too late,
No story to be told.
These creepin friends you left for me,
Saying your promise to be home.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
You dont know what I mean,
Creepin jeans a disease.
song performed by by Kinks
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Im The Face
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face if you want it,
Im the face if you want it,
Im the face if you want it, dear,
Im the face if you want it, dear,
All the others are third class tickets by me, baby, is that clear.
All the others are third class tickets by me, baby, is that clear.
Im the big wheel baby, wont you roll with me,
Im the big wheel baby, wont you roll with me,
Im the big wheel baby, wont you roll with me,
Im the big wheel baby, wont you roll with me,
So many cats down the scene, honey,
So many cats down the scene, honey,
? ? ? ? ? hardly see.
? ? ? ? ? hardly see.
Wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
Wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
I wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
I wear ivy league jackets, white buckskin shoes,
So many tickets down the scene honey,
So many tickets down the scene honey,
Theyre like to blow a fuse.
Theyre like to blow a fuse.
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face baby, is that clear,
Im the face if you want it,
Im the face if you want it,
Im the face if you want it, dear,
Im the face if you want it, dear,
All the others are third class tickets by me baby, is that clear.
All the others are third class tickets by me baby, is that clear.
song performed by by Who
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Old Fashioned, Not Me.!
‘Old Fashioned' (Not Me!)
‘Old fashioned' they say,
"Who me, ? No way".
Don't like ‘Rave' or ‘Rap',
That's not music that.
Don't care for ‘Boxer' shorts or a Shell suit,
Maybe colourful and cute.
But it's plain to see,
They are not for me.
All those designer clothes,
Are only worn for laughs and to pose.
And the cost to buy a name,
We are the ‘mugs' in this fashion game.!
Small fortunes just to be able,
To wear a fancy label.
And the price of trainer shoes,
Would give your wallet the blues.
Now and then, an item may catch my eye,
If the price is right, I may just buy.
But no way will I keep up with the latest in-thing,
No to the trends I won't give in.
So my family can keep on bashing,
My sense of fashion.
Yes they can laugh and scoff,
But they can all knob off.
I will stick to my ‘straight-legged' jeans,
No need for flashy seams.
No need for multi-collared paint splattered jackets,
With dozens of zips and pockets.
I'll stick to my denims or leather,
This will last a lot better.
Those fancy track-suits and types are so thin,
May as well use them for a bin.! !
So I don't really care so there,
I'll wear what I'll wear.
Sept' 1992
poem by Guy Lipmore
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Hoopitteedoo
Never give it up to anyone with a sucker punch.
With a pain that doubles you with troubles,
And you're taken out to lunch.
Never give it up to anyone with a sucker punch.
You may get duped,
With a looting too.
Some people hesitate with those they know fake.
Believing they are not the next to have a heartbreak.
Some people like the color of someone's eyes.
Not if they have dignity carried with pride.
Some people into things like to 'materialate'
About who has what and how that rates!
Never give it up to anyone with a sucker punch.
With a pain that doubles you with troubles,
And you're taken out to lunch.
Never give it up to anyone with a sucker punch.
You may get duped,
With a looting too.
Who's gonna hoop and holler in new gym shoes.
Who's gonna wear their jeans below the butt crack.
And...
Who's gonna hoop and holler in new gym shoes.
Who's gonna wear their jeans below the butt crack.
Some people hesitate with those they know fake.
Believing they are not the next to have a heartbreak.
Some people like the color of someone's eyes.
Not if they have dignity carried with pride.
Some people into things like to 'materialate'
About who has what and how that rates!
Never give it up to anyone with a sucker punch.
You may get duped,
With a looting too.
Who's gonna hoop and holler in new gym shoes.
Who's gonna be the one to 'hoopitteedoo'?
And...
Who's gonna wear their jeans below the butt crack.
Are they serious of having a lust and taste for that?
Ugh!
Who's gonna hoop and holler in new gym shoes.
Who's gonna be the one to 'hoopitteedoo'?
And...
Who's gonna wear their jeans below the butt crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Crack.
Who's gonna be the one to pay for that?
Who's gonna be the one to pay for that?
With hoopitteedoo and a pat on one's back!
With hoopitteedoo,
And a pat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Blue Jeans I Remember
the blue jeans i remember
after a very cold season
in that coconut farm
tight blue jeans
smelling my swelling
legs
and dirty with saline
taste
unwashed in the corner
of my room
i always see your
warm hands
sliding
inside them
damn blue jeans
spare my sanity!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I may have been a complete lunatic, but I was a complete lunatic with manners.
Maureen Johnson in Let It Snow (2012)
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I have 137 pairs of shoes and 200 pairs of jeans.
quote by Frances Bean Cobain
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Blue Suede Shoes
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-hello! a-good evening!
Ah!
Okay?
Okay, were just gonna do numbers that we know, you know, cause weve never played together before.
Okay.
Well, its a one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go!
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can knock me down, step in my face,
Slander my name all over the place;
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can burn my house, steal my car,
Drink my liquor from the old fruit jar.
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, hey!
Well, its blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off my blue suede shoes.
-thank you!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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