The way this whole novel thing came together was, I sold them one bill of goods and then didn't communicate very well. I am like Captain Run-on Sentence.
quote by Ahmet Zappa
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The public has been sold a bill of goods about the free market being a panacea for mankind.
quote by Tom Scholz
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We function in a pack mentality. This is our tribe. And this is how we are exploited - sold a bill of goods and a household of products.
quote by Joey Skaggs
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I think that's the great thing about music: It can communicate emotionally. And you don't have to necessarily get all of the words. I mean you have to know what is being said, but didn't you find even if you didn't get all of the words, you certainly get the emotion?
There Is an Absence of Rudiments
Why should I want to?
Communicate at all?
And to whom would my efforts,
Be attempted to comprehend?
Without being evaluated,
As someone who believed...
Knew everything.
And all I did,
Was to successfully complete a sentence.
And added at the end of it a question mark.
And this,
No one realized...
Was an opening with a clue,
That someone is requested to respond.
A failure to communicate?
There is an absence of rudiments,
Connecting the mind to brain cells.
And they just lay there,
Having no clue what they are assigned to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Continuing Story Of Bungalow Bill
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
He went out tiger hunting with his elephant and gun
In case of accidents he always took his mom
He's the all american bullet-headed saxon mother's son.
All the children sing
Hey bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
Deep in the jungle where the mighty tiger lies
Bill and his elephants were taken by surprise
So captain marvel zapped in right between the eyes
All the children sing
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
The children asked him if to kill was not a sin
Not when he looked so fierce, his mother butted in
If looks could kill it would have been us instead of him
All the children sing
Hey, bungalow bill
What did you kill
Bungalow bill?
song performed by by Beatles
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The Jacket
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,
Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;
An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry,
An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun.
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new --
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do,
Nor we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt,
Loadin' down the axle-arms with case;
But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out
An' he put some proper liquor in its place.
An' the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty clear.
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
"Will you draw the weight," sez 'e, "or will you draw the beer?"
An' we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
~For the Captain, etc.~
Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass,
Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked;
But we dursn't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass,
An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked:
So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand,
An' we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long.
~And the Captain, etc.~
So we finished 'arf the liquor (an' the Captain took champagne),
An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while;
An' we left our wounded 'appy with the empties on the plain,
An' we used the bloomin' guns for pro-jec-tile!
We limbered up an' galloped -- there were nothin' else to do --
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Battery came a-boundin' like a boundin' kangaroo,
But they didn't watch us comin' very long.
~As the Captain, etc.~
We was goin' most extended -- we was drivin' very fine,
An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide,
Till the Captain took the glassy with a rattlin' right incline,
An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side.
Then we give 'em quarter -- such as 'adn't up and cut,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy -- somethin' Brutt,
But we didn't leave it fizzing very long.
~For the Captain, etc.~
We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out all right
When they signalled us to join the main command.
There was every round expended, there was every gunner tight,
An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and.
~But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.~
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Bill Of Goods
Try to convince you that you can't live without one
Hey look around man everybody's got one
So hurry up get your dollar bills together
They're going to try and get you something even better
You're not so sure but you heard it's great
You get there first so you won't be late
Everybody else will have to wait in line
I overestimated you
You knew that I probably would
We're so predictable
We've been sold a bill of goods
You want a choice want to make your own decisions
You want to make up the rules and the provisions
And everything is going to be so great
When you're the latest keeper at the gate
Everybody else will have to wait in line
song performed by by Face To Face
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Smugglers Pie
The body of smuggler Robert Long
Hung by the road in chains,
His flesh was mouldering from his bones
Washed clean by the Cornish rains,
The crows had taken his sorry eyes,
His wife, the gold from his teeth,
But some kind soul from near Mousehole
Had left at his feet, a wreath!
The Excise men ranged over the cliffs,
The Revenue men below,
And Customs Officers manned the cutters
That intercepted the flow,
They boarded the bold East Indiamen
Who sold their goods tax free,
And many a thief has come to grief
When the waves tipped them into the sea!
The goods that lay in the Cornish coves
Tobacco, brandy and rum,
Were smuggled up onto Bodmin Moor
And sold for a tidy sum,
The coast was riddled with tunnels, caves,
And one led into a church,
The spirits that lay in the belfry there
Were hidden away from the search!
Battling Bill at the Halfway House
Long lightened the nation's purse,
He'd run his brandy up to the Inn
Using a horse-drawn hearse,
Surprised one day by the Revenue
They shot poor Bill through the neck,
But dead, his hand whipped the horses' still
And the hearse ran away from the wreck.
The hearse, it rattled Polperro streets,
Rolled over the cobblestones,
With Bill stuck firm to the riding seat
Not ready to make old bones,
He drove the length of the shopping street
And straight down onto the quay,
Then toppled into the harbour there,
But his ghost came back from the sea!
They smuggled silk, they smuggled wine,
They smuggled bags of tea,
Whatever the King put taxes on
The Cornish smuggled for free,
A convict ship to Australia
Was the worst that most of them got,
Apart from the likes of Robert Long
As he hung in his chains, to rot!
17 July 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Oh, My Captain
Oh, my Captain, my Captain
Where is that gleam in your eye?
Where is that sting
Whenever your colors fly?
Where is that thirst
for adventure you sail?
Where is that booming voice
Through oak will drive nail?
Oh, my Captain
Where could you be?
Thy gaze crosses
more than the sea
Where is the man
Who knows not any fears?
Who's cheated death
All these long years
Come Captain,
Where is thy cheer?
We sail into eternity
The rest is unclear
Oh Captain, oh Captain
Why such a sad soul?
It's treasure and loot
So much we have stole
Oh, master, my master
We are, and can no more be
Like the birds,
We are free as long as we breathe
Come Captain, my Captain
Give us command
Give 'weigh all the anchors'
Seek ye new harbors with warm golden sand
to Captain Cur
poem by Midnights Voice
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Never Been Sold Before
You ask me, babe, "Can you work tonight?"
I've been up, babe, since broad daylight
I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore
Yeah, I'm stacked nice, they really like my style
Fifty bucks, babe, ha, can't even buy my smile
I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me before
I just can't become your lousy who-o-ore
I-I-I-I find I come around just to lay this money on you, babe
I'm sick of streets, chicks and dicks, and I'm,
I'm really sick of you
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
I just can't believe that you're selling me,
You never sold me befo-ore
I just can't become your little whore
No, no, no, no
Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
Oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had again
Oh-oh, I've never been sold before
And I'll never be had a-gain
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The Goods Gone
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
Chorus:
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone out of our love
I know its wrong
We should enjoy it, but
The goods gone
The goods gone
Once we used to get along
Now, each time we kiss, its wrong
(chorus)
Now it aint no fun
And the goods gone now
We used to love as one
But we have forgotten now
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
(chorus)
Its gone forever
song performed by by Who
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No one listened
No one listened to me.
I tried to get help.
I just wanted it to stop.
But all I got was called a liar.
I was just ignored.
I just didn't want to play the game anymore.
With it all happening at once.
More that one person.
Another piece of me died.
Day by day I got angryer.
So why didn't you listen to me.
I wasn't a bad kid.
All I ever wanted was for the games to stop.
But all I would recive is a life sentence.
Abuse is one thing I can't forget
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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If there was not bad taste, goods would not be sold.
If everyone thought the same way, no goods would ever be sold.
Just By Thought Alone
I want to make sense,
Even when sometimes...
I feel it to be an option.
I would like to condense,
All the images within my mind...
To a sentence or a single word,
Easily understood and defined.
I would love to communicate,
Just by thought alone.
And to have someone to do that with...
To help chase away some thoughts,
I know that are not my own.
I want to make sense,
Even when sometimes...
I feel it to be an option.
I would like to condense,
All the images within my mind...
To a sentence or a single word,
Easily understood and defined.
I would love to communicate,
Just by thought alone.
And to have someone to do that with...
To help chase away some thoughts,
I know that are not my own.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Parolles: Captain I'll be no more;
But I will eat and drink, and sleep as soft
As captain shall: simply the thing I am
Shall make me live.
line from All's Well That Ends Well, Act IV, Scene 3, script by William Shakespeare (1605)
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Sold Me Out
I always knew that theyd get me somehow sooner or later,
But with a bullet in the head, a knife in the back,
Not a pocket calculator.
Sorry mister, youre all wiped up,
Youre all washed up,
Sold you out.
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Youre always complaining,
Its so depressing,
But if youre old enough,
Start to confess it.
You say, you sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself,
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth,
Because you sold me out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now its every man for himself.
Work all your life, put the money in the bank,
Sign on the dotted line.
Try to draw it out, the jokes on you,
Put up the empty sign.
Sorry mister, were all sold out.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
You, Im talkin to you.
You sold me out,
To get a better deal for yourself.
You sold me out,
And now we want some of your precious wealth.
And sell you out,
Like you sold me out.
Are you in so deep, that you cant get out?
Got no dreams, got no ambition,
Cant decide, cause theres no decision,
Got no claim to any position,
Cant compete with the competition.
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out,
Sold me out.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Captain Hook
Captain Hook must remember
Not to scratch his toes.
Captain Hook must watch out
And never pick his nose.
Captain Hook must be gentle
When he shakes your hand.
Captain Hook must be careful
Openin' sardine cans
And playing tag and pouring tea
And turnin' pages of his book.
Lots of folks I'm glad I ain't--
But mostly Captain Hook!
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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When Wayne was traded, I became captain. For me it really wasn't anything - I didn't do anything or I didn't feel I had to do anything different than what I had been doing all along.
quote by Mark Messier
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Hemingway hated me. I sold 200 million books, and he didn't. Of course most of mine sold for 25 cents, but still... you look at all this stuff with a grain of salt.
quote by Mickey Spillane
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