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Nobody should smoke cigarettes - and smoking with an ulcer is like pouring gasoline on a burning house.

quote by Sara Murray Jordan
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Smokin The Herb Again

Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again

song performed by by Incubus
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Death Wink Watches Smokers Burn Time

yes we knew you were smoking extra
stress does that reaction to corpus reasons
eat me drink me impact implications

smoking eat smoke inhale lit consequences
smoking lurks among thinner thinner drugs
produces need to infuse body in toxic soups

calm smokes in 4000 plus list chemicals
baby chemicals in addiction cigarettes
in need tobacco smoke kill victim bodies

smoking harmful over 50 known carcinogens
carcinogens cause cancer in inhaling humans
so many poisons rest delight to smoker graves

nice virgin new pack light up your cancer sticks
use as intended cigarettes sold legally crave favours
each need puff puff accumulates over time kills

so few products packaged so appallingly sold legally
tobacco companies out fox pending ongoing lawsuits
avoid health long term effects smoking responsibilities

what words could I pose what list pain suffering illnesses
exhaustive would stimulate horror in smoker smog minds?
what chemicals in cigarettes will people fear flee recognize?

rational mind puff is not addictive mind plead pax denials
poisons self inhaled leisure cruise smoker bloodstreams
recognize relate rat bait harmful disease dire consequences

poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Chimney

this morning...this morning..this morning
the chimney of the desolate house in front of mine
is smoking...smoking...smoking
what a lovely sight
who may be there
on the snow
white smoke onthe white snow
the bare plum tree is
grinning...grinning..grinning
the black crow
on the hazel nut tree
crowing...crowing...crowing
as if life is newly beginning...beginning...beginning
guess..who is there...who is there
behind the yellow lignt seen at night
shining from the desolate window
someone...someone....someone
living. ..emerging from the house
ı wish all the chimneys of the lonely poor smoked
in the wilderness of the cold..cold of the snow
what a happy and a lovely sight
the desolate chimney is smoking...smoking...smoking
ı wish ı were in this old house too
with the mystery of the ancients
where they have come
ı never knew
the desolate house is reviving this morn
ı only see the shadows
growing...growing....growing..and moving

poem by Metin Sahin
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I thought I couldn't afford to take her out and smoke as well. So I gave up cigarettes. Then I took her out and one day I looked at her and thought: ""Oh well,"" and I went back to smoking again, and that was better.

quote by Benny Hill
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Little Billy

Little billy was the fattest kid in his class
Little billy was the fattest kid in his class
Always the last in line
Always the last in line
All the other little kids would laugh at him
All the other little kids would laugh at him
Said hed die before his time
Said hed die before his time
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little billy didnt mind
Little billy didnt mind
Most of the kids smoked cigarettes
Most of the kids smoked cigarettes
Just to prove that they were cool
Just to prove that they were cool
The teacher didnt know about the childrens games
The teacher didnt know about the childrens games
And billy always followed the rules
And billy always followed the rules
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little billy didnt mind
Little billy didnt mind
Billy was big on the outside
Billy was big on the outside
But theres an even bigger man inside
But theres an even bigger man inside
Ten million cigarettes burning every day
Ten million cigarettes burning every day
And billys still doing fine
And billys still doing fine
Now billy and his classmates are middle-aged
Now billy and his classmates are middle-aged
With children of their own
With children of their own
Their smoking games are reality now
Their smoking games are reality now
And cancers seed is sown
And cancers seed is sown
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little billys didnt mind
Little billys didnt mind
Most of them smoke maybe forty a day
Most of them smoke maybe forty a day
A habit billy doesnt share
A habit billy doesnt share
One by one theyre passing away
One by one theyre passing away
Leaving orphans to billys care
Leaving orphans to billys care
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little billy doesnt mind
Little billy doesnt mind
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Ha ha ha ha
Little billys doing fine
Little billys doing fine

song performed by by Who
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Like your heart dropped acid

And you know you're half broken; feels like your jutting ribs are cutting into you more every day. I don't have to watch your envy kick your pride in the balls. I don't have to listen as your enigma prevails in an argument with facts. A mind cast to the gallows, a Holocaust for your very own heart. You can roll those sunken eyes all you want, dearie.

Subtle at first. One smoke, two smoke, three smoke, four... And, karmic, no one ever questioned you about it as you had hoped, even though you had an answer for every cigarette. Overdoses and guns were too shocking; slitting wrists too much like a teenage girl. (Sometimes, I wonder if you forgot that's what you were.) Out-and-out suicide was wrong, you said, but it lost its sting if you strung it out over decades. All our old friends, the ones you started hanging out with again, the ones who quit smoking, they'll roll cigarettes for you. They love to roll cigarettes, and roll their earrings, and argue about anarchy. And you love them, and you love the cigarettes, the music, the sweat and patchouli, the panhandling, how their...your...minds always beat in straight time.

But you fell measures behind, and the music, the freight-hopping, the cigarettes, they mean nothing to you now. Everyone knows your beauty scars aren't from brambles or kittens, and that's the way you like it. You can only use that bleach as an excuse for hair caught in the drain for so long.

I'm listening to you recount your inner-battles, with all the vehemence of a wall flower, and I finally understand.

You just want to be beautifully fucked up. Or pretty, like your heart dropped acid.

poem by Claire Stuart
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Smoke Two Joints

(she was living in a single room with three other individuals.
One of them was a male and the other two, well, the other two were females.
God only know what they were up to in there.
And furthermore susan, I wouldnt be the least bit surprised to learn that all four of them
Habitually smoke marijuana cigarettes... reefers)
I smoke two joints in the morning.
I smoke two joints at night.
I smoke two joints in the afternoon, it makes me feel alright
I smoke two joints in time of peace, and two in time of war
I smoke two joints before I smoke two joints,
And then I smoke two more
Smoked cigarettes til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensimillia
Smoked cigarettes til the day she died
Toke a big spliff of some good sensamill...
Easy-e were ya ever caught slippin? hell no!
Daddy he once told me son you be hard workin man
And momma she once told me son you do the best you can
But, then one day I met a man who came to me and said
Hard work good, and hard work fine but first take care of head
(guitar solo)
Whoa, rock me tonight,
Whoa-oh, jah sake,
Whoa-ohh

song performed by by Sublime
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Why Are You Running?

Why are you running so far, so fast?
What are you running from, may I ask?
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are running, do you want to come too?

Why are you smoking so often, so deep
Surely that smoke stings your eyes, makes you weep
I don't know, it's just something I must do
Those others are smoking, do you want to smoke too?

You're all running, all smoking, but you don't know why
You just do it and do it, but it makes me cry
Because I don't like to see people themselves kill
When they don't know why but they do it still

(Sydney, Australia - 2003)

poem by Alessandra Liverani
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Gasoline

Houses haunted
I just want to go for a ride
Out an on
Thought Id set this room a light
Left alone
Forever and for crimes unclear
With my patience gone
Someone take me far from here
Burn that gasoline
Yea
Burn that gasoline
New day only
Another day in solitude
Houses honest
Clearly more than I can bare
Drain me all
Before I set my world on fire
I am gone
The sun will never set tonight
Burn that gasoline
Yea
Burn that gasoline
No more forests
Only a can on red
Says danger on it
I have found another way
Burn that gasoline
Yea
Burn that gasoline
Burn it all the way
Burn it all the way

song performed by by Audioslave
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The Marlboro Olympics

We all know of the Olympics
For athletes who are fit
What if we organised new games
And changed the rules a bit?

The tournament - its now unfair
Only the best compete
And all those who're less able
Could never win a heat.

So let our new rules equalise
The young 'n old and slow 'n fast
And let's introduce some new sports
In which the fittest may come last.

We will all compete on equal terms
In worldwide competition
No - this is not an empty dream
But a new Olympic vision.

We need to find us something
That the fittest do not do
And make it central to our games
The Olympics born anew.

We shall introduce some new sports
And new rules for the rest
But what will change above all else
Is smoking cigarettes.

Yes! The Marlboro Olympics!
Or whoever else will pay
To support our global smoking sports
And a more level field of play.

We've already got a logo
Entwined smoke rings in the sky
Just like those Olympic rings
But more pleasing to the eye.

The opportunity's enormous!
Just imagine that you're there
Oh the beauty of gynastics
With smoke swirling in the air!

Or in those cycle races
Where bottled water cyclists get
Now handed out throughout the race
Are successive cigarettes.

And in all the relay races
Where batons are exchanged
The baton will be lighted
With a filter tip arranged.

Sports like darts we'd showcase
And maybe dominoes
With beer on tap at every point
To make the action flow.

A new sport - extreme smoking
Would stimulate interest
In the finer points of coughing
And of wheezing in the chest.

The Olympic flame we'd stick with
It fits the whole concept
And we'd market special lighters
To publicise events.

For the sports that we're developing
We've got a site upon the net
So don't be slow - get thinking
And maybe light a cigarette.....

(pause - embarassed cough)

But while writing this i've had a thought
A shameful thought for me
If smokers pursued fitness
Then from smoking they'd be free.

poem by David Keig
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Gasoline Alley

(rod stewart, ron wood)
I think I know now whats making me sad
Its a yearnin for my own back yard
I realize maybe I was wrong to leave
Better swallow up my silly country pride
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Going home, and Im running home
Down to gasoline alley where I was born
When the weathers better and the rails unfreeze
And the wind dont whistle round my knees
Ill put on my weddin suit and catch the evening train
Ill be home before the milks upon the door
Going home, running home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Going home, and Im running home
Down to gasoline alley where I was born
But if anything should happen and my plans go wrong
Should I stray to the house on the hill
Let it be known that my intentions were good
Id be singing in my alley if I could
And if Im called away and its my turn to go
Should the blood run cold in my veins
Just one favor Ill be asking of you
Dont bury me here, its too cold
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, wont you carry me home
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from
Take me back, carry me back
Down to gasoline alley where I started from

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Operators Are Standingby

Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Bounce their shoes at the end of their feet
And wish they could go home
Operators are standing by
Poking holes in the ceiling tiles
Making jokes about their old boyfriends
Operators are standing by
Talking about their portrayal
On t.v. where an actress sits
With a headset in outer space
Thats enough talking, ladies
Operators are standing by
Smoking cigarettes and drinking coffee
Pass round the picture of a mobius strip
And wish they could go home
And wish they could go home

song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Gasoline Alley Bred

Woman, get your head out of curlers.
Time get your butt out of bed.
Get down your hats and baggage, my child.
Going back home,
going back to the homestead.
I'm a-gonna heat me some water,
and put a shine upon my shoes.
Telephone my ma,
Keep the room above Joe's
'Cause we're coming back,
coming back to the homestead.
Everything is packed,
getting back to the homestead.
This time, this time we'll stay.
I know that we could have made it;
we had ideas in our heads.
And I wish somehow
we could have saved it
but we're Gasoline Alley bred.
Yet the years haven't really been wasted,
and I know it in my head.
We did good for the life that we've tasted
'cause we're Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley bred
Woman, you can really believe it,
I did everything a man could do.
Breaking my back just to make us a dime.
That won't mean a damn
when no one wants to know you.
Woman, I know how you're feeling.
I've seen the hurt upon your face.
How many time do you think that I've cried?
Knowing every day that your heart was getting broken,
holdin' back your pride til you were nearly chokin'
Oh let's get away.
chorus
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred
Gasoline Alley, Gasoline Alley Bred

song performed by by Hollies
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Books Are Burning

Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The first eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesnt matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
Its quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames

song performed by by Xtc
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I Have To Walk Away Again Looking For The Fresh Air

one finds a hard time nowadays
looking for fresh air

i step over a good view of the rice fields
from an Asian perspective

the rice fields are flowering
dews still sticking on the blades of grass
the sun is slowly rising from the mountains
a lot of fog hang on the sides
coconut trees are towering
not much winds today from the sea

a middle aged farmer stands under a tree
with his sweater on and his long bolo on his side
smoking his cigar
the woman in the house is cooking mud fish for breakfast
meanwhile she goes out and
starts a fire under the mango tree
burning a rubber tire
to drive some insects away
which she thinks are destroying
the tiny white flowers of
the tree

i smell the smoke coming from the cigar
it is floating in the air
the smoke from the rubber tire burning
is choking me

somehow that is what is being done to this world
brought about by ignorance and superstition and bad habits

i have to walk away again
looking for the fresh air

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Crying

(coverdale/vandenberg)
I smell trouble
And where theres smoke
There must be fire...
You sow your seeds of jealousy
And the flames
Just keep on growing higher...
This cant be love anymore,
I know, cause Ive done
Everything I can...
And all that you can do
I pour gasoline
On a burning man...
Tears of rage, tears of pain,
Burning my eyes,
I realise, Im crying...
Crying... Im crying
Bitter tears falling like rain...
Lies...
I can never understand,
You play your cards under the table,
Dealing me a losing hand...
Tears of rage, tears of pain,
Burning my eyes,
I realise, Im crying
Crying... Im crying
Bitter tears falling like rain...
Crying, always crying, crying
Bitter tears falling like rain...
I want to be there
When your demons come to call...
Im gonna finish what you started, baby,
Watch you burn little house down,
Burn it down, down, down...
Then Ill see you crying,
Crying... crying...
Bitter tears falling like rain...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Rent, Groceries And Gasoline

I used to live the luxury life
A new house, three cars to drive
Steppin' over the credit line
I was payin' a heavy price
It seemed more was never enough
So I called my creditor up
Said "All I need is that cadillac car,
I'm heading for a brand new start"
I was in way to deep
Straightened out my priorities
I'm a man of simple needs
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
I got a trailer sturdy and cheap
Hot time, job work when I please
Goin' to Mexico next week
Gotta feel that ocean breeze
I might settle down sometime
Right now, it ain't on my mind
Got a pretty girl along for the ride
She's the adventurous kind
I got everything I need
Straightend out my priorities
I'm a man of simple means
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
Got a full tank and some food to go
Check the map and we'll hit the road
In the flicker of the dashboard lights
I feel my life unwind
I got everything I need
Straightend out my priorities
I'm a man of simple means
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
Rent, groceries, and gasoline
I need rent, groceries, and gasoline
Just give me rent, groceries, and gasoline
And I'm outta here!

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Your grandchildren will likely find it incredible - or even sinful - that you burned up a gallon of gasoline to fetch a pack of cigarettes

quote by Paul MacCready Jr.
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Rent, Groceries, & Gasoline

I used to live the luxury life
A new house, three cars to drive
Steppin over the credit line
I was payin a heavy price
It seemed more was never enough
So I called my creditor up
Said all I need is that cadillac car,
Im heading for a brand new start
I was in way to deep
Straightened out my priorities
Im a man of simple needs
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
I got a trailer sturdy and cheap
Hot time, job work when I please
Goin to mexico next week
Gotta feel that ocean breeze
I might settle down sometime
Right now, it aint on my mind
Got a pretty girl along for the ride
Shes the adventurous kind
I got everything I need
Straightend out my priorities
Im a man of simple means
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
Got a full tank and some food to go
Check the map and well hit the road
In the flicker of the dashboard lights
I feel my life unwind
I got everything I need
Straightend out my priorities
Im a man of simple means
Just rent, groceries, and gasoline
Rent, groceries, and gasoline
I need rent, groceries, and gasoline
Just give me rent, groceries, and gasoline
And Im outta here!

song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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(Happy Poem) Burning On The Inside

Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.

Its the second coming.
Everything that was once gone is back.
Every feeling just as strong and intact.
The anger, the rage, the need to dance upon the world stage.
The desire to be satan himself.
Sitting upon a kingdom all high and powerful.
Some must lead and some must follow.
With so much arrogance I smile.
Look at me I can fly.
The angels wings have been returned.

Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.

It is my fire.
It is my life.
I control the ambers as they glow and turn to ash.
The complications of being too proud.
If you can't swim you might just drown.
But being on solid ground, it feels so sound.
It doesn't shake or quake.
It doesn't sink or bend.
In so many words all has mended.
Every wound has been healed.
A miracle by no small standard.

Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.

Returning to efforts that seemed so in vain.
The power to change.
A chameleon come into his own.
Blending into all environments.
Barely noticed as threat.
That is a mistake that some will soon regret.

Burning on the inside.
I can't stop till our worlds collide.
Pour some gasoline, ignite it with a little red Bic, and watch it burn.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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