They weren't impatient for the boys to turn into cartoons again. They awarded sympathy, gave compassion. Because deep down they had found parts of themselves in the characters. You said it George.
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I Want To Know What Compassion Is
I want to know what compassion is
Can you please tell me?
Is compassion a feeling of deep sympathy and sorrow for another
Who is stricken by misfortune?
poem by Aldo Kraas
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I Know What Boys Like
Boys, boys
He you wanna know something?
Boys, boys
Boys like girls
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I seem them looking (looking)
I make them want me
I like to tease them
And they want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
I got my cat moves
That so upsets them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I think you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
There's no one like you
I might let you
Or would you like that?
I might let you
Sucker!
Boys, b-b-boys
Boys, b-b-b-boys
G-g-g-g-got what boys want
G-g-g-got
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
Yeah, I know what boys like
Come on girls, you know what they like
It ain't no secret
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
song performed by by Vitamin C
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The empathy
To give alms is compassion.
To feel for one’s sufferings is sympathy.
To share one’s sufferings is empathy.
What you do to parents is compassion,
What you do to siblings is sympathy.
Your doings to offspring is empathy.
Shows empathy to others to be great.
11.09.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Just For Fun
Cartoons
Just for fun
Just sitting around doing nothing
Having no worries, no responsibilities
No school
Just cartoons
And sugar cereal
Just cartoons
And more sugar cereal with extra sugar on it
Just cartoons
And more sugar cereal with extra sugar on it
It is fun to be a kid when you can be a kid
And when no one is watching, you put even four sugars on your sugar cereal
Or you just scoop up a few spoons of sugar into your mouth and love the way it melts in your mouth, just for fun
And when no one is watching you jump on the couch and the bed and you run through the house and you knock things over and you don’t pick them up because you are kid and you are just having fun
And you laugh and you giggle and you dance funny dances
You watch more cartoons
Eat more sugar cereal and dig through the box for the toy
And take more spoons of sugar
While watching cartoons
Just for fun.
poem by Connie Webb
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He always describes his characters' voices and their physique so brilliantly. As people have said, they are cartoons, caricatures. They're grotesques really.
quote by Simon Callow
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Sympathy
I don't want nothing
Cause nothing's all you give
I don't need your touch
That could be too much for me
I don't want your lies
Burning deep inside of me
Look into my eyes
I don't want your sympathy
Should've known it was over
Can we still bring back before
As the love is certainly colder
You don't need me any more
Now nothing lasts forever like I said before
I don't want your sympathy no more
I don't want my love
It's been misunderstood
So I think I'm giving up
I can never give it up fair way
I don't want your lies
Burning deep inside of me
Look into my eyes
I don't want your sympathy
I don't want your sympathy
I don't need you here with me
I don't want your sympathy
I can't take it anymore
Because I'm hurt enough before
song performed by by BBMak from Into Your Head
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Bad Boys
Don't misjudge bad boys; don't reject bad boys.
They make life thrilling; they make love thrilling.
Bad boys turn you on; bad boys turn on juice.
You will be dotted; you will be aroused.
Naughtiness is brought to your bed chamber.
Variety is sent to your listlessness.
You will be flavoured, and climax, delayed.
Don't low judge bad boys; don't ignore bad boys.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Song For The Dead
Deep in the field
A lone soldier stands
With mud on his boot
And blood on his hands
They left him behind
To bury the dead
And to say a few words on behalf of the leadership
Pardon me, boys
If I sleep off my pack
And sit for a while with you
Id like to explain
Why you fine young men had to be blown apart
To defend this mud hole
Now our country, boys
Though its quite far away
Found itself jeopardized
Endangered, boys
By these very gooks
Who lie here beside you
Forever near
Forever
Wed like to express
Our deep admiration
For your courage under fire
And your willingness to die
For your country, boys
We wont forget
We wont forget
song performed by by Randy Newman
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The Truth Written Within Us
If God is truly within us as God claims?
Then truth written in our soul there retains?
The answer to life questions in our souls we may seek.
Deep within God wrote words of wisdom truth that speak.
How can we accept knowledge of what can be found there?
God gave our conscience to discern truth do not despair.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Inspired by the poem ‘Quatrain #72 - Where do you look, dear friend....... ‘’ by George Krokos.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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True Story
they found him walking along the freeway
all red in
front
he had taken a rusty tin can
and cut off his sexual
machinery
as if to say --
see what you've done to
me? you might as well have the
rest.
and he put part of him
in one pocket and
part of him in
another
and that's how they found him,
walking
along.
they gave him over to the
doctors
who tried to sew the parts
back
on
but the parts were
quite contented
the way they
were.
I think sometimes of all of the good
ass
turned over to the
monsters of the
world.
maybe it was his protest against
this or
his protest
against
everything.
a one man
Freedom March
that never squeezed in
between
the concert reviews and the
baseball
scores.
God, or somebody,
bless
him.
Submitted by .eve.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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I Will Need
I will need some snow so that the kids in my area can play hockey
The snow will put a little cheer in the kids' lives
I will need a little break from my computer, for the holidays
- and that suits me fine!
I will need to have sympathy for others
That is a long way to go
But I know that I will need faith and compassion
Because faith and compassion go together
Also faith and compassion are the essence of life.
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Daddy Why?
Daddy why did you leave Mommy before I was born?
Daddy why weren't you there for my birth?
Daddy why did you divorce Mommy when I was only five months old?
Daddy why did you day those mean things about Mommy?
Daddy why weren't you there for my first birthday?
Daddy why weren't you there when I took my first step?
Daddy why weren't you there when I got hurt?
Daddy why weren't you there when I became a teenager?
Daddy you're not going to be there when I turn 16.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I graduate from high school.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I get married.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I have children of my own.
Daddy you're NEVER going to be here.
Daddy you had a choice.
Daddy I chose too.
Daddy I NEVER WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!
poem by Emily Gucciardo
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Tough Llittle Boys
TOUGH LITTLE BOYS
I NEVER ONCE BACKED DOWN FROM A PUNCH
WELL ID TAKE IT SQUARE ON THE CHIN
I FOUND OUT FAST THAT BULLIES JUST LAUGH
I HAVE TO STAND UP TO HIM
I DIDNT CRY WHEN I GOT A BLACK EYE
AS BAD AS IT HURT I JUST GRINNED
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
SCARED ME TO DEATH WHEN YOU TOOK YOUR FIRST STEPS
ID FALL EVERYTIME YOU FELL DOWN
YOUR FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL I CRIED LIKE A FOOL
I FOLLOWED YOUR SCHOOL BUS TO TOWN
I DIDNT CRY WHEN OLD YELLER DIED AT
LEAST NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
IM A GROWN MAN BUT AS STRONG AS I AM
WELL SOMETIMES ITS HARD TO BELIEVE
HOW ONE LITTLE GIRL WITH LITTLE BLONDE CURLS
COULD TOTALLY TERRIFY ME
IF YOU WERE TO ASK MY WIFE WOULD JUST LAUGH
SHED SAY ID KNOW ALL ABOUT MEN
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
WELL I KNOW ONE DAY I WILL GIVE YOU AWAY
IM GONNA STAND THERE AND SMILE
BUT WHEN I GET HOME AND IM ALL ALONE
WELL I SIT IN YOUR ROOM FOR A WHILE
WELL I DIDNT CRY WHEN OLD YELLER DIED
WELL AT LEAST NOT IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
WHEN TOUGH LITTLE BOYS GROW UP TO BE DADS
THEY TURN INTO BIG BABIES AGAIN
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Tough Little Boys
I never once, backed down from a punch.
I'd take it square on the chin.
Well I found out fast a bullys just that and you got to stand up to him.
So I didn't cry when I got a black eye as bad as it hurt I just grinned.
But when tough little boys grow up to be Dads
They turn into big babies again.
Scared me to death when took your first steps,
Well I'd fall everytime you fell down.
Your first day of school,
I cried like a fool, I followed your school bus to town.
Well I didn't cry when ol Yeller died
at least not in front of my friends.
But when tough little boys grow up to be
Dads they turn into big babies again.
Well I'm a grown man and as strong as I am.
Well sometimes it's hard to believe,
One little girl with little blonde curls can totally terrify me.
If you were to ask my wife would just laugh ,
she'd say I know all about men,
how tough little boys grow up to be Dads
they turn into big babies again.
Well I know one day I'll give you away
and I'm goin to stand there and smile.
When I get home and I'm all alone,
I'll sit in your room for awhile.
Cause when tough little boys grow up to be
Dads they turn into big babies again
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Sacrifices In A Love Language Of Light
those who truly believe in a love language of light
that empathy compassion courage sympathy can defeat...
depths of tyranny triumphant rampant in the night
how often those believing in light are killed in the night...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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The Gorillaz cartoons seem more real to me than the actual people on TV. Because at least you know that there's some intelligence behind the cartoons, and there's a lot of work that's gone into it, so it can't all be just a lie.
quote by Damon Albarn
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I'm a great admirer of cartoons, because I can't do cartoons.
quote by Bruce McCall
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Tommy's Dead
YOU may give over plough, boys,
You may take the gear to the stead,
All the sweat o' your brow, boys,
Will never get beer and bread.
The seed's waste, I know, boys,
There's not a blade will grow, boys,
'Tis cropped out, I trow, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Send the colt to fair, boys,
He's going blind, as I said,
My old eyes can't bear, boys,
To see him in the shed;
The cow's dry and spare, boys,
She's neither here nor there, boys,
I doubt she's badly bread;
Stop the mill to-morn, boys,
There'll be no more corn, boys,
Neither white nor red;
There's no sign of grass, boys,
You may sell the goat and the ass, boys,
The land's not what it was, boys,
And the beasts must be fed:
You may turn Peg away, boys,
You may pay off old Ned,
We've had a dull day, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
Move my chair on the floor, boys,
Let me turn my head:
She's standing there in the door, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Take her away from me, boys,
Your sister Winifred!
Move me round in my place, boys,
Let me turn my head,
Take her away from me, boys,
As she lay on here death-bed,
The bones of her thin face, boys,
As she lay on her death-bed!
I don't know how it be, boys,
When all's done and said,
But I see her looking at me, boys,
Whenever I turn my head;
Out of the big oak tree, boys,
Out of the garden-bed,
And the lily as pale as she, boys,
And the rose that used to be red.
There's something not right, boys,
But I think it's not in my head,
I've kept my precious sight, boys, --
The Lord be hallowéd!
Outside and in
The ground is cold to my tread,
The hills are wizen and thin,
The sky is shrivelled and shred,
The hedges down by the loan
I can count them bone by bone,
The leaves are open and spread,
But I see the teeth of the land,
And hands like a dead man's hand,
And the eyes of a dead man's head.
There's nothing but cinders and sand,
The rat and the mouse have fed,
And the summer's empty and cold;
Over valley and wold
Wherever I turn my head
There's a mildew and a mould,
The sun's going out overhead,
And I'm very old,
And Tommy's dead.
What am I staying for, boys,
You're all born and bred,
'Tis fifty years and more, boys,
Since wife and I were wed,
And she'd gone before, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
She was always sweet, boys,
Upon his curly head,
She knew she'd never see't, boys,
And she stole off to bed;
I've been siting up alone, boys,
For he'd come home, he said,
But it's time I was gone boys,
For Tommy's dead.
Put the shutters up, boys,
Bring out the beer and bread,
Make haste and sup, boys,
For my eyes are heavy as lead:
There's something wrong i' the cup, boys,
There's something ill wi' the bread,
I don't care to sup, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not right, I doubt, boys,
I've such a sleepy head,
I shall nevermore be stout, boys,
You may carry me to bed.
What are you about, boys?
The prayers are all said,
The fire's raked out, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
The stairs are too steep, boys,
You may carry me to the head,
The night's dark and deep, boys,
Your mother's long in bed,
'Tis time to go to sleep, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
I'm not used to a kiss, boys,
You may shake my hand instead.
All things go amiss, boys,
You may lay me where she is, boys,
And I'll rest my old head:
'Tis a poor world, this, boys,
And Tommy's dead.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Sympathy
So you've seen the sunrise on the Nile
solved the mystery of the mona lisa's smile
you proclaim your innocence
what you saying
makes no sense to me at all
So you help the needy and the sick
heard confessions of a lunatic
my eyes are growing dim
ghost shadows closing in
around me now
and there ain't no sympathy at all
just a sea of angry faces
staring at me
there ain't no sympathy at all
I gotta find someone
to make me happy
so you've scattered roses at Versailles
wiped a teardrop from an old man's eye
seeing you in such distress
I'm afraid I must confess
that boys don't cry
and there ain't no sympathy at all
just a sea of angry faces
staring at me
there ain't no sympathy at all
I gotta find someone
to make me happy
Solo
and there ain't no sympathy at all
just a sea of angry faces
staring at me
there ain't no sympathy at all
I gotta find someone,
gotta find someone,
gotta find someone
song performed by by Ufo
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Compassion
You want more, and still more,
Until you get more than you ever bargained for.
Now its plain, clear as rain,
Ive seen your symptoms many times before.
Lying on your bed of pain
What will you have now?
What are riches untold in a life without compassion?
For theres no winter as cold
As a life without compassion.
Theres no prescription thats sold
That can heal you like compassion.
Well you tried and you cried,
And let your disappointment make you hard inside.
You have doubt, you reach out,
Still youre the only one you care about.
Hiding in your sack of woe
What do you need now?
For there is nothing so sad
As a life without compassion.
And even love has turned bad,
It was love without compassion.
And you dont need what you had
cause you did not have compassion.
Dying on your bed of pain
What will you have now?
Youll get no judgment from me,
I can only feel compassion.
And if thats what you need,
I will give you my compassion.
Just dont forget about me
cause we all need some compassion.
Open up your heart
So you can start to feel compassion.
Get down on your knees,
Pray to heaven for compassion.
Everybody needs compassion.
If you want to be healed
Then you know you got to feel compassion.
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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