My object all sublime I shall achieve in time...
W.S. Gilbert in The Mikado (1885)
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Object
You know you turn me on
Eyes so white and legs so long
But don't try to talk to me
I won't listen to your lies
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
Sophisticated smile
You seduce in such fine style
But don't try to fool me
'cause i can see through your disguise
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objection
To you touching me there
Object object
Object object
Object object
Object object
You know just what to do
Lick your lips
And i want you
But don't try to hold me
'cause i don't want any ties
You're just an object in my eyes
You're just an object in my eyes
But i don't mind
I just don't care
I've got no objections
To you touching me there
You're just an object object
Object object
You're just an object
song performed by by Cure
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The Humane Mikado
A more humane Mikado never
Did in Japan exist;
To nobody second,
I'm certainly reckoned
A true philanthropist.
It is my very humane endeavour
To make, to some extent,
Each evil liver
A running river
Of harmless merriment.
My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time -
To let the punishment fit the crime -
The punishment fit the crime;
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment -
Of innocent merriment!
All prosy dull society sinners,
Who chatter and bleat and bore,
Are sent to hear sermons
From mystical Germans
Who preach from ten to four:
The amateur tenor, whose vocal villainies
All desire to shirk,
Shall, during off-hours,
Exhibit his powers
To Madame Tussaud's waxwork:
The lady who dyes a chemical yellow,
Or stains her grey hair puce,
Or pinches her figger,
Is blacked like a nigger
With permanent walnut juice:
The idiot who, in railway carriages,
Scribbles on window panes,
We only suffer
To ride on a buffer
In Parliamentary trains.
My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time -
To let the punishment fit the crime -
The punishment fit the crime;
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment -
Of innocent merriment!
The advertising quack who wearies
With tales of countless cures,
His teeth, I've enacted,
Shall all be extracted
By terrified amateurs:
The music-hall singer attends a series
Of masses and fugues and "ops"
By Bach, interwoven
With Spohr and Beethoven,
At classical Monday Pops:
The billiard sharp whom any one catches
His doom's extremely hard -
He's made to dwell
In a dungeon cell
On a spot that's always barred;
And there he plays extravagant matches
In fitless finger-stalls,
On a cloth untrue
With a twisted cue,
And elliptical billiard balls!
My object all sublime
I shall achieve in time -
To let the punishment fit the crime -
The punishment fit the crime;
And make each prisoner pent
Unwillingly represent
A source of innocent merriment,
Of innocent merriment!
poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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Sex Object
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
Show some feeling and respect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
You turn me on then you forget
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Yes! No!
Yes! No!
I don't want to be your sex object
You play your tricks they're just perfect
I don't want to be your sex object
I've had enough and that's a fact
[Spanish: No! Yes! Maybe Perhaps Yes]
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
Sex object
Sex object
No... si, si quieres
No... si, si quieres
Por que? No. Quizas.
Por que? No. A lo mejor.
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
[German?]
Sex object
Sex object
No! Why? [sex]
No! Why? [sex]
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Maybe, Perhaps, Yes!
Sex object
Sex object
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Sonnet-Time is Most Precious
The time given by god is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/ hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures; make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Time Is Most Precious
The time given by God is most precious;
One can’t afford to waste by any means;
Yet, God has been to everyone gracious;
He watches always all the earthly scenes.
There is no time to feel jealous or fight;
There is no time to waste in gambling games;
There is no time to sleep enough at night;
There is no time to achieve many aims.
There is no time to love your neighbor/hate;
There is no time to wonder why or find;
There is no time to earn enough or mate;
There is no time to work or rest your mind.
So, make the best use of your precious time;
Love God, His creatures: make your life sublime.
poem by John Celes
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Prospects
We have set out from here for the sublime
Pastures of summer shade and mountain stream;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
Is all the green of that enameled prime
A snapshot recollection or a dream?
We have set out from here for the sublime
Without provisions, without one thin dime,
And yet, for all our clumsiness, I deem
It certain that we shall arrive on time.
No guidebook tells you if you'll have to climb
Or swim. However foolish we may seem,
We have set out from here for the sublime
And must get past the scene of an old crime
Before we falter and run out of steam,
Riddled by doubt that we'll arrive on time.
Yet even in winter a pale paradigm
Of birdsong utters its obsessive theme.
We have set out from here for the sublime;
I have no doubt we shall arrive on time.
poem by Anthony Evan Hecht
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A man may fulfill the object of his existence by asking a question he cannot answer, and attempting a task he cannot achieve.
quote by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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We shall never achieve harmony with land, any more than we shall achieve absolute justice or liberty for people. In these higher aspirations, the important thing is not to achieve but to strive.
quote by Aldo Leopold
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The fundamental purpose of a novel like Count Julian is to achieve the unity of object and means of representation, the fusion of treason as scheme and treason as language.
quote by Juan Goytisolo
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Times…They Change
Times…They Change
Nothings the same
From the time we open our eyes,
Till the time we shut them,
Time’s Change
Every Morning &
Every Night might Seem the same,
But
Time’s Change
We believe that one day we will achieve something
But fail to achieve as,
Times Changed
Existentialism is what I learnt,
But Duality became fate
Only to realize
Times..They Change..
poem by Mustafa Mun
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It is a principle of our nature that feelings once excited turn readily from the object by which they are excited to some other object which may for the time being take possession of the mind.
quote by Matthew Simpson
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To Astronomers
Prate not to me so much of suns and of nebulous bodies;
Think ye Nature but great, in that she gives thee to count?
Though your object may be the sublimest that space holds within it,
Yet, my good friends, the sublime dwells not in the regions of space.
poem by Friedrich Schiller
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Distant object.
You are becoming
A distant object.
Your light and influence,
Strong right now.
I can only bear for it to fade.
Object of my desire.
You`ve chosen
A different road.
Who knows where.
To patch a broken stick.
To relove an old half-sealed wound?
You`re becoming a distant object.
Light dimming by the hour.
I wait for that infernal
Tone.
To bring some
Partial temporary relief.
That i have
Love of some kind,
In my life.
I need to feel my own joy.
Not rely on outside influences.
Distant object
I`m almost saying goodbye.
I loved you
For a while there!
poem by Peter Vealey
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All Of The Above! !
LOVE, , ,
WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THE PHRASE I LOVE YOU, , ,
WHAT IT CAN MEAN FOR SOME REASON OR ANOTHER, , ,
THE OBJECT OR OBJECTS OF THIS EFFECTION IS ADORABLE, , ,
I WANT IT TO KEEP AS MY OWN LOVE, , ,
WHAT IS ANOTHER THOUGHT OF LOVE, , ,
TO HELP THOSE AMONGST US THAT ARE HAVEING TROUBLES THAT ARE BEYOND THIER REACH OR COMPREHENSION TO ACHIEVE THE REALITY OF LOVE, , , , , ,
TO ACHIEVE LOVE AT IT'S FULLEST HEIGHT, , ,
GIVE LOVE FROM THE HEART, , ,
LOVE FROM THE FEELING THAT IT MAKES YOU FEEL, , ,
LOVE GOOD ABOUT HAVEING GIVEN SOMETHING THAT HELPS SOMEONE, , ,
LOVE TO FEEL GOOD ABOUT, , ,
LOVE, , ,
EXCITING AND NEW, , ,
LOVE TO COME AND VIEW, , ,
LOVE WHAT'S EXPECTED OF YOU, , ,
I LOVE YOU YEA, YEA, YEA, , ,
TO LOVE, , ,
TO BE LOVED, , ,
TO GIVE LOVE, , ,
TO KNOW LOVE WHEN IT COMES, , ,
TO SHARE LOVE WITH OTHERS, , ,
LOVE AS YOU WOULD EXPECT OTHERS TO SHARE WITH YOU, , ,
LOVE, , ,
LOVE, , ,
LOVE, , ,
ALL WE NEED IS LOVE, , ,
LOVE ALL TOGETHER WORLD, , ,
WHAT THE WORLD NEEDS NOW IS LOVE, , ,
SWEET LOVE, , ,
LOVE'S THE ONLY THING THAT WE GET TOO LITTLE OF, , ,
LOVE TOO MUCH, , , TOO LITTLE, , , TOO LATE, , ,
TO SEE LOVE, , ,
WHAT IS LOVE, , ,
ALL OF THE ABOVE! ! ! !
poem by Daniel Albert Combs
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My Box
I have this box
filled with a muddle of objects
from people I’ve met or places I’ve been
Sometimes I open my box to let people
I like
look inside
Sometimes when my back is turned
people secretly place an object in my box that
I despise
and sometimes they take an object and
its only when
theyre gone that i notice somethings wrong
Sometimes I give someone an object from my
box and wish
later
I hadnt
Sometimes I wish I'd hide my box away
and never let it astray
but then I suppose I'd have nothing in my box
would I?
poem by Jess White
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We Can't Rewind
You're just a face in the crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
You're trying to find your way in
To let your soul shine back out
We're just a twist in a seam
A splash of paint on a screen
We're making all kinds of shapes
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
Our place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
We can't rewind
Do you think we can change?
A different colour and shade?
I guess a new kind of thing
Somehow we can straighten out the bends
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
Oh yes, we can do it our way then
Stop taking me for a fool now
I've got this feeling inside me
But I guess you knew
We can work it out
We can find some place new
We can't rewind
We can't rewind
You're just a face in a crowd
A tiny hole in the cloud
This is our time, we can't rewind,
Our place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
This is our time, we can't rewind,
A place to shine out, and we can live it anyway
This is our time to feel sublime,
A place to shine now, and we can do it anyway
song performed by by Feeder
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Sublime
Where do you go when there's nowhere to be
Turning 18 and finally free
Kid on the streets
2 bags in hand
My only goal in life
Start my own band
I'll need my voice
I'll need a guitar
But without a car
I can't go very far
Now I need money
Man says get a job
Working for nothing
I feel like a slob
I'll set a goal
Something to achieve
Seems the more I give
The more I receive
SUBLIME
poem by ryan Cravatta
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When You Believe
- s. schwartz - babyface -
Wh:
Many nights we pray
With no proof anyone could hear
And our hearts a hopeful song
We barely understand
Now we are not afraid
Although we know theres much to fear
We were moving mountains long
Before we know we could
Oah yes
There can be miracles
When you believe
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracle
You can achieve
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Mc:
In this time of fear
When prayer so often proves in vain
Hope seems like the summer birds
Too swiftly flown away
And now I am standing here
My hearts so full I cant explain
Seeking faith and speaking words
I never thought Id say
There can be miracles
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miraclea
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
You will when you believe
Both:
They dont always happen when you ask
And its easy to give in to your fear
Ohhhhh
But when youre blinded by your pain
Cant see you way safe through the rain
Thought of a still resilient voice
Says love is very near
There can be miracles
(wh: miracles)
When you believe
(wh: when you believe)
Though hope is frail
Its hard to kill
Who know what miracles
You can achieve
(wh: you can achieve)
When you believe
Somehow you will
(wh: somehow somehow somehow)
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
You will when you believe
Just believe
You will when you
Believe
song performed by by Mariah Carey
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To The Summer Sun (Collins Sestets)
Her sheer loveliness is incomparable,
her close presence is so very able
to outstrip the pain, darkness of the soul,
daily she brings great joy, she makes me whole
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
Her voice is extremely musical
bringing joy at times that is critical
as she enters with a shadowed footfall
draws shapes and are present on the wall
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
She comes like the notes of a lost song
with a kind of beauty that brings no wrong,
making birds and insects utter their joy
while only great goodness she does employ
and her impact is totally sublime,
as if she goes pass the bonds of time.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sound Of Combat
A deafening sound collapses and enchants
For it is clammy here to achieve brightness.
My cleverness is depressed when I am dumb
During the hard days, then I confuse the public.
A chunky meal gathers all the description
Of a delicious object, one of the closest affairs.
I am dependent on details to do with envy,
Those combative procedures that are complete.
poem by Naveed Akram
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