The first race is really just something that we will all need to get through. Until people see the cars in action I don't think they will understand how quick they will be, which means they are going to be tiring to drive.
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Making Cars
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars for people....
But why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
Oh no!
And other fantasies they believe!
'Can you put that back on the assembly line?
I'd like to hear that one more time! '
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car.
Cars are an earthly object, yet we all see people that go overboard with their cars.
poem by Sean Bitikofer
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Action Love
When you are your loneliest
You begin to see how mistreated
And how your lover was conceded
You know just at that moment
You deserve better
You deserve better forever
Your loneliness wakes up the
Need to be really and truly loved
By someone...not the promise of love.
You know now what action love means,
It means love personified
Giving you back your sweet womanly pride,
What away to recieve...love
From another(all action) ...not a promise.
A promise is like 'A's H's' everyone has one.
To wake with an action love is an...Orgasm
Within itself.
Real love there is nothing else.
Imagine the pleasure of going to sleep
With action love...Damn what a night,
The unexpected...top flight,
What a sight,
Action love...so right,
a thrill and a chill...to real.
You can almost know what your day will...
Be like, special in every way
And believe me that's o.k.
Yes! I want action love...
I need action love...
I am demanding action love,
With sugar on top...
I'll buy some lace later...ciao girls.
Back to the drawing room.
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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My Brother's Keeper
Am I my brother's keeper? Is he mine?
I heard there was a thin line between love and hate
Making one wonder just how much one's heart can take.
I promised to be there for you thru thick and thin, and vice versa
But things never got better, only worse
Now it seems like our whole race is being cursed
So I ask, am I my brother's keeper? or am I my brother's grim reeper?
Now days people are so quick to take another's life
Quick to pull that gun, quick to stab that knife
They don't give a damn if you're a son, brother, father
They don't give a damn about your mother, child, nor wife.
We are quick to say that we need unity but divided we always act
But is it all of us? No, not at all, it is just a select few
Giving a bad reputation to the rest of the black race
Steady killing our own race, our people, each and everyday
Why do we resort to this kind of violence? why destroy each other?
We need to come together and become our brother's keepers
Stop the violence. Lets stop making our race suffer
I don't want to see anymore families crying, anymore brothers dying
Lets stop being our brother's grim reeper
And start being what we need to be, our brother's keeper
poem by Craig Mize
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I'm not an admirer of action movies. I just think, Oh my God, it must be so tiring.
quote by Catherine Deneuve
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That Easter weekend on the way home
That Easter weekend on the way home
I find a multitude of cars
of people on holiday
on the way to the sea
and just at Van Reenen’s pass
there are two cars passing
over the white line
past zigzagging turns
at high speed
and they drive so fast that it seems
as if I am busy standing still
and moments later
there’s a loud crash
and again another crash
when one drive right into a oncoming truck,
the other burst right through the railing
next to the highway
over the cliff face
falling down a ravine
as if they had chosen
to keep a appointment
with the angel of death,
as if the protecting angels
could not keep up
and out of the lorry
Easter bunnies and hot crossed buns
are strewn all over the road,
just where you look.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Reaction To Action
(spoken: check 1, 1, 1)
Alright
Its hard getting through to me
Im truly elusive
I got my own point of view
I am the one of a kind
And I tell you lil girl
Im fascinated by you
Theres something about you
That makes all the difference
Like the night is to day
Well I can get along without you
But I know that within you
Youve got what Im missing
And Ill find a way
To get reaction to action
Hey, say the word that would thrill me
Yeah, I need reaction to action
Just one look that would kill me
You got a way of drawing attention to you
You know you stand out in a crowd
But the way that you play
With any mans affections
Should never be allowed
See I consider myself
The one who will show you
Id go as far as to say
Girl, I aint leaving here without you
But you better understand
Theres only one rule in this game were gonna play
And thats reaction to action
Maybe like a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
One look that would kill me
Give me reaction to action
Its getting late Id better make a definite move
Reaction to action
And after that baby, its up to you
I need reaction to action
Just a word that would thrill me
I need reaction to action
You know what Im talking about
Give me some reaction to action
You got a look, you got a way thatll kill me
Reaction to action, reaction to action, action
Baby, dont think about it, just react
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
Reaction to action
song performed by by Foreigner
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Rapture
(harry/stein)
Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized
And theyre stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude
And its finger popping
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab five freddy told me everybodys fly
Dj spinning I said my my
Flash is fast flash is cool
Francois cest pas flashe non due
And you dont stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but hes got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then youre in the man from mars
You go out at night eating cars
You eat cadillacs lincolns too
Mercurys and subaru
And you dont stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when theres no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Dont move too slow cause the man from mars is through with cars
Hes eating bars
Yeah wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
Hes gonna eat em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Dont strain your brain
Paint a train
Youll be singing in the rain
Said dont stop to the punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on tv
cause the man from mars wont eat up bars where the tvs on
And now hes gone back up to space where he wont have a hassle with the human race
And you hip hop
And you dont stop
Just blast off sure shot
Because the man from mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!
song performed by by Erasure
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I Am Writing A Poem That You Can Understand So Easily
this is not to insult your intelligence
or your sensibility
your capacity for managing angst,
to see the wholeness
of the matter
in the eye of the needle
where the camel enters where you claim you have seen it,
this, this is it, the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the river the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the riverthe quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog near the bank of the river
do you not find wisdom in it, it is filled with questions to be answered:
why is the fox quick
why is it brown? why does it jump on a lazy dog? and is the dog really lazy? is this not offensive to the dogs in the royalty? and why should the river be near? and this bank of the river? is this where the dog lives? or the fox or the dog, do they relate to the word quick and lazy?
i tell you, there is wisdom in every word, no matter where you place it.
every verb serves its purpose in giving us action,
every question calls for an answer
and every period serves the purpose it is intended to be.
rest.
the purpose of an easy poem is to understand it, and so the poem is written in the most familiar language that you know and speak,
period.
i don't want to understand things really, there is no point there.
period.
some poems are not meant to be understood, they are only meant to be read.
period.
some poems are not meant to be digested, they are meant to make
us full, even only for a while.
period.
some poems are written by Someone Else, and this writer does not
even understand it.
period.
rest.......
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Race:
Tell me who chose his race
Who has designed his face,
Before he was born?
Is it you?
Show me your race request!
Explain to me your color pallet
Why are you putting race first?
Did your ancestry choose
Their skin color?
Did color even matter?
Who gives you the right,
To discriminate against others?
Telling me we are "not equal"
Putting yourself against the bible
Get out of this circle
Get out of this bubble
This action is reversible.
So much taste of pain
Too much mark of chain
Not to remember, not to maintain
The spirit and the complain
To the next generation, you explain!
As it takes love
To love someone else
It takes more than love
To love who hated you
You have to embrace
A total different race
If you are a racist
You need God's grace
If you are a sexist
You are out of trace.
Little Richard created Rock n Roll
Who is control it?
British created Soccer
Who is best at it?
People lynched people
Over race
People burned people
Over sect
People killed people
Over religion
If you discriminate
You have lost the race
Under the skin we are one
Black, White, Spanish
Asian, Indian just name
Human being is universal
Living in peace is principal
With every race is just moral.
poem by Dieury Dumas
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Overzealous And Premature
You and your ideas are very creative.
And similar to those custom made cars,
Shown at auto shows each year.
With one striking difference.
Although your ideas are terrific as mentioned,
Implementing them would mean...
You'd have to step out of the box with action.
And so far you have played it safe.
By using words you suspect wont offend...
You have manage to get others to listen,
Without producing anything concrete.
To be observed.
And I completely understand that.
Since I am one of action first to produce.
And find I have to correct what I've done,
By asking those I have offended for their forgiveness.
Overzealous and premature without totally satisfying.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It seems like there's a lot of people who just do not understand satire. They think it's weird. There's people who just don't understand you portray something or just explore a character, it means you're condoning it, saying this is the way to live.
quote by Mike Judge
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Used Car Sales People
With the gift of the gab they would talk their way out of hell
These used car sales people they know how to sell
On their selling ability their jobs are at stake
The more cars they do sell the more commission they do make
On any deals they clinch they have never lost
And your trust on such people can come at a cost
The more cars they sell the more money they get paid
A hard job to succeed in the used car trade,
Shy and sensitive used car sales people one might say are rare
To sell one a car no effort they do spare
They have to sell cars or their boss them will fire
And other used car yard owners as car sales people them will not hire
The more cars they sell the greater is their pay
So to sell you a car they try every which way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Ikea people do not drive flashy cars or stay at luxury hotels.
quote by Ingvar Kamprad
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People Action
PEOPLE ACT CRAZY
BUT THE TRUE TELLS
IF
THEY
AREN'T AROUND
THEM EVERYDAY
BUT IF YOU
KNOW THAT
PERSON IS FAKE AND NOT SERIOUS
AND IF THEY THINK THAT PERSON IS ALWAYS
THATS DOESN'T MEAN THEY
ACTUALLY LIKE OR LOVE AND
THEY DON'T HAVE TO PUT UP
WITH THE FACT THE PEOPLE AREN'T HAPPY.
THESE ACTS ARE CALLED
PEOPLE ACTION
PEOPLE ACTION
OUR ACTION ARE WHAT HURT PEOPLE THAT WE LOVE AND CARE ABOUT. DON'T LET THE PEOPLE ACTION EFFECT WHAT YOU FEEL ABOUT PEOPLE YOU CARE, LOVE, AND LIKE HURT THEM AND YOU.
poem by Jordan Ray
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I don't understand
I do not understand
Why there is racism
Why people commit hate crimes
Why innocent people die
But most of all, I do not understand
Why people are proud of hurting or killing someone
Because their skin color, culture, and race are different
What i understand the most, is the ocean
Beautiful waves that relax and calm you down
It gives warning of a storm
Ripping its way through the ocean
By sending an army of harsh waves
The ocean in civilized and welcoming...
Are we?
poem by Leila Mass
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Goodbye to purple covered Jacaranda trees
Goodbye to purple covered Jacaranda trees
which line the streets
and the great laagered fort on the hill
telling stories of times past,
the university on the knoll
next to which I once lived
waving with buildings and towers
sending its greetings into the sky
while I drive away fast
and the motorbike’s wheels sings whispering
do not look back
and its engine howls its cry against the wind
weeping instead of me
while I drive away from the city
that I love and where I cannot stay.
The bike flashes on in a blur
passing trucks and cars
racing on the highway
as if searching for the sun
and my heart is lost
and pain rips through me
with the parting from you
while I drive away
and I cannot understand
the seasons of the heart
and it is goodbye
to you too.
poem by Gert Strydom
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It pisses me off, people are idiots, but what are you going to do? The world is full of idiots. That's why we'll never have flying cars. People don't know how to drive.
quote by Dustin Diamond
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When Brain Throws Frisbee
writing all day speeds tiring
tiring eyes minds eye dizzy
when brain throws spin frisbee
poem by Terence George Craddock
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