I have the terrible feeling that, because I am wearing a white beard and am sitting in the back of the theatre, you expect me to tell you the truth about something. These are the cheap seats, not Mount Sinai.
quote by Orson Welles
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Santas Beard
Once a year my friend puts on a red suit
And hangs around with me and my wife
Now I cant help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee
And she stands beneath the mistletoe screaming
For him to stand beneath the mistletoe screaming
Now I cant help but feeling jealous each time she climbs on his knee
Why must she climb on his knee?
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home
She always had this twisted side to her*
But shed never drag my name around town
But lately shes been humming cheating songs
And I dont like that fat guy around
No, I dont like that fat guy around
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
She kissed him once and whispered in his ear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
Thrilling christmas, trembling fear
I saw my baby wearing santas beard
I wish he would go
Hes breaking up my home
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Wearing White
Phones were ringing, tongues were wagging
Hot gossip was flying
All around town
She heard the talk, the lowdown was
The shameless color of
Her wedding gown
It's white
I mean really who's she trying to kid
Everybody knows the things she did
It just isn't right
Won't that be a sight
To see her wearing white
She was wild, a wayward child
To put it mildly
She made her life a mess
But she was young, the past is done
Now she's in love
And putting on a new dress
It's white
And it's nobody's business what she wears
Anyway the truth is she don't care
Baby it's her life
She'll do what she likes
And she likes wearing white
He's all nerves when he sees her
As far as he's concerned
She's an angel
In white
He just can't believe that she is his
What a crazy miracle this is
Who she was he don't mind
'Cause on their wedding night
She'll be wearing white
She'll be wearing white
She'll be wearing white
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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The Golden Calf
When Israel heard the fiery law,
From Sinai's top proclaimed;
Their hearts seemed full of holy awe,
Their stubborn spirits tamed.
Yet, as forgetting all they knew,
Ere forty days were past;
With blazing Sinai still in view,
A molten calf they cast.
Yea, Aaron, God's anointed priest,
Who on the mount had been
He durst prepare the idol-beast,
And lead them on to sin.
Lord, what is man! and what are we,
To recompense thee thus!
In their offence our own we see,
Their story points at us.
From Sinai we have heard thee speak,
And from mount Calv'ry too;
And yet to idols oft we seek,
While thou art in our view.
Some golden calf, or golden dream,
Some fancied creature-good,
Presumes to share the heart with him,
Who bought the whole with blood.
Lord, save us from our golden calves,
Our sin with grief we own;
We would no more be thine by halves,
But live to thee alone.
poem by John Newton
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Cheap Seats
Cheap seats
This town aint big, this town aint small.
Its a little of both they say.
Our ball club may be minor league but at least its triple a.
We sit below the marlboro man, above the right field wall.
We do the wave all by ourself.
Hey ump, a blind man couldve made that call.
Chorus
We like our beer flat as can be.
We like our dogs with mustard and relish.
We got a great pitcher whats his name.
Well we cant even spell it.
We dont worry about the pennant much.
We just like to see the boys hit it deep.
Theres nothing like the view from the cheap seats.
The game was close, well call it a win.
Go off to toast the boys again.
That local band is back in town.
They got a kinda minor league sound.
Theyre not that bad, theyre not that good.
But all in all its understood.
We wanna dance, they wanna play.
We wouldnt have it any other way.
Chorus
Cheap seats
Now the majors called up oh whats his name.
And one more buildin rises tall.
And suddenly were all grown up.
And this old town not quite so small.
But Ill always miss the middle size town.
In the middle of the middle-west.
With no name pitchers and local bands,
And mustard and relish and all the rest.
Chorus
Cheap seats
song performed by by Alabama
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When You're Feeling Not Quite Your Best
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
When performing for others becomes a test.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And you would rather relax and rest?
Do you do what some do and go through the steps?
Only to not care what steps to do next?
With a wish you had an understudy...
To do what you do but only better yet.
How are you really feeling when you're feeling,
Not quite your best as some expect?
And to be able to get away it with no regrets.
Praying someone will remember when,
You bettered your best efforts.
As if renewed by an energy...
With a hunger to impress.
And what you are now offering...
They are willing to help you to quickly forget!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I lost that Loving feeling (song parody)
You never Lift the seat any more
When you have to pee
And when we’re making love
You always finish before me
it’s getting hard not to notice, Hubby
That weekly you get more and more chubby
I've lost that loving feeling
while staring up at the ceiling
I've lost that loving feeling
Now it's gone, gone, gone
Whoa-oh
Now there's no tenderness
In your eyes when you reach for me
You seem more interested
In our wall mount LCD
I’m depressed and inside I’m dying
Cause Baby can’t look beautiful crying
I've lost that loving feeling
while staring up at the ceiling
I’ve lost that loving feeling
Dead and gone gone gone
And I can't go on
No-oh-oh
Don’t expect me to get down on my knees for you
You’d have to pay me more than you expected to!
We’ve had it love, but now I’m gonna have my say
My day in court, the Judge will make you pay.
Bring back that loving feeling
with someone far more appealing
Bring back that loving feeling
Now it’s gone...gone...gone...
And I can't go on...
No-oh-oh...
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Sid
My name is Sid and i live closer to Mount Sinai,
So do not be disturbed when i do bring you the law;
For it is only rebells who don't want to be taught.
Jupiter is the King of the Gods and,
Mars is the God of war!
But Mercury is the messanger of the Gods to lead you on,
But the truth of the law is with you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Opening Joke
If I wanted to please everyone...
I'd tell them how fantastic and beautiful they are.
You know...
That stuff folks expect to hear.
Especially out in public.
But geeeesssshhh...
Glancing at this crowd...
I know I have to be honest.
Since I expect most of them,
Would be hearing it for the first time.
And I can see there are lots of folks been lied to...
Sittin' up in here!
You got another pair of sunshades?
And even more would think my honesty,
To be controversial, direct and humorless.
Delivered from the embittered lips,
Of a black man fighting back his anger.
How did truth and honesty,
Become associated with bitterness in the first place?
They get enough amusement anyway.
Some of that stuff that goes on today is so hysterical...
It goes on unacknowledged.
Don't worry!
I've come prepared with an opening joke about economics.
That should rivet them to their seats!
Especially the ones sitting in the front taking notes...
Accustomed to being in seminars.
'Folks...
The topic this evening will be,
'How to Barter and Ghettomize My Pretensions'
Some of you taking notes,
Will find the subject matter rewarding.
IF you already know how to boogey and 'git' down! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Only Truth In Me And You(song)
Let's take it back
A couple of days
When I was amazed
I wanted to find truth
And I found it in you
Only truth in me and you
Only truth in me and you
When we are seperated
We are surrounded by lies
And deception
Cause there is....
Only truth in me and you
Only truth in me and you
Let's go back a week
When we were on vacation
Waking up to pina coladas
Sitting on a lounge chair
Only truth in me and you
Only truth in me and you
And it will....
Never end
Until it is time
Right now girl
You are mine
And that is no lie
poem by Cokbod Lodwogo
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Man has made 32 million laws since the Commandments were handed down to Moses on Mount Sinai... but he has never improved on God's law.
quote by Cecil B. DeMille
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Young in New Orleans
starving there, sitting around the bars,
and at night walking the streets for
hours,
the moonlight always seemed fake
to me, maybe it was,
and in the French Quarter I watched
the horses and buggies going by,
everybody sitting high in the open
carriages, the black driver, and in
back the man and the woman,
usually young and always white.
and I was always white.
and hardly charmed by the
world.
New Orleans was a place to
hide.
I could piss away my life,
unmolested.
except for the rats.
the rats in my dark small room
very much resented sharing it
with me.
they were large and fearless
and stared at me with eyes
that spoke
an unblinking
death.
women were beyond me.
they saw something
depraved.
there was one waitress
a little older than
I, she rather smiled,
lingered when she
brought my
coffee.
that was plenty for
me, that was
enough.
there was something about
that city, though
it didn't let me feel guilty
that I had no feeling for the
things so many others
needed.
it let me alone.
sitting up in my bed
the llights out,
hearing the outside
sounds,
lifting my cheap
bottle of wine,
letting the warmth of
the grape
enter
me
as I heard the rats
moving about the
room,
I preferred them
to
humans.
being lost,
being crazy maybe
is not so bad
if you can be
that way
undisturbed.
New Orleans gave me
that.
nobody ever called
my name.
no telephone,
no car,
no job,
no
anything.
me and the
rats
and my youth,
one time,
that time
I knew
even through the
nothingness,
it was a
celebration
of something not to
do
but only
know.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Whatever Rhymes I Choose Tonight
Your friends are super-fine
And I’ve seen them in the back seats
In the back of the bus
Or the movie theatre figuring 69:
And this is what I do when I am not
Hiking,
When my imbedded molars are aching
From cheap liquor,
And I persistent to write in freeform,
Not rhyme:
But there you go, in silent parks which aren’t
Real,
Under slash-pine: sweaty, humid and recreational
In the daytime:
They have no sums or parking codes,
But at night they provide shelter for the nocturnal
Scavengers and homosexual hobos:
Beardless, how could you tell Walt Whitman
From most anyone else,
Even his poetry couldn’t keep time;
And these words are an enigma, like in the
Shallow pine forest next to the golf course I used
To jog in and bemuse myself with jealously over
The desirous position of my major professor;
But now you situated yourself into a greater design of
Love, another of your ancient tribe;
But I’ve read about the Macabees, and I am that
Kind of warrior: Listen to me scream well rummed
To the Roman night:
I never loved you, but amused myself by the lesbian
Theatre down in the bohemian pool- You don’t even
Remember: housewife to a lawyer now just slightly
North of Boca,
And I have certain scars you shall never see, new forms
Of embarkations on the old form body,
And tonight the park close to your abandoned house
Is mine: I will not petition the moon for you;
Whatever rhymes I choose tonight are mine.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Expect Your ………….You!
Expect your friend to be not better than you;
Expect your neighbor to not forgive you;
Expect your country not to goad you;
Expect your siblings to but discourage you;
Expect your children to not care for you;
Expect your spouse to rather hinder you;
Expect your love to always forget you;
Expect your home sometimes to ignore you;
Expect your native place to not honor you;
Expect the world to disregard you;
Expect your enemy to well hate you;
Expect your Maker to much love you;
Expect your God to never forsake you;
Expect your Lord and God to never abandon you.
poem by John Celes
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Theatre is expensive to go to. I certainly felt when I was growing up that theatre wasn't for us. Theatre still has that stigma to it. A lot of people feel intimidated and underrepresented in theatre.
quote by Christopher Eccleston
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Back Row Of The Picture House (Fun Poem 31)
Sitting in the back row
of the picture house the other day,
as the lights went out
the lovers came out to play.
First it was arms around shoulders,
then came the closer move,
it was then the kissing began.
There was more action going on
in the seats in front of me,
than there was on the big screen.
At one point I thought,
I was at a wrestling match.
They need subtitles and an X rating
to describe what happened next.
As I do not have one,
I’ll let your imagination do it for me.
Now when the lights went on
during intermission time.
Each had gone back
to their corners of the ring,
but once the lights went out,
they started all over again.
What was happening off screen
was more interesting than what was on it.
Finally, the movie was over,
and I did not see one bit of it.
There was more happening in the seats
than there ever was on the screen.
Tomorrow I’ll have to come back again
to try to see the big picture through once again.
That will be the third time this week.
poem by David Harris
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Annemarie
Yahweh came down upon Mount Sinai and,
The ten Commandments were given to us;
But, how many of us are with the Book of the Covenant?
Of a Black Family in the White House,
Of a White Family in the Black House,
Of the longsuffering and abounding in righteousness and truth;
But be very careful not to throw a bomb into the market place,
Because it may also kill your friends and your relatives.
May your house be like the house of Perez and,
May Yahweh be celebrated in Israyl! !
For your bombs have killed many without a clue.
Annemarie, do learn from the secret codes of this world;
And do grow in love always than hate.
Also, tell your friend Yahash about the truth and shed no blood!
But try to repay evil with mercy and hatred with love.
Blessed be your wise counsel to others and,
Live a humble life to enhance the beauty of this earth;
And go to the wilderness of Paran for your teachings.
Of Eth-baal, Eth-el and Beth-el;
Learn the purpose of life to learn better than others,
For the meaning of life is always around you with peace.
Annemarie, there are various forms of philosophies to decieve many;
But look deeper into life itself to gain the wisdom needed,
For many are callled but few are chosen.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Julian and the Antiochians
Neither the letter C, they say, nor the
letter K had ever harmed the city.... We,
finding interpreters... learned that these
are the initial letters of names, the first
of Christ and the second of Konstantios.
Julian, Misopogon (The Beard-Hater)
Was it conceivable that they would ever give up
their beautiful way of life, the range
of their daily pleasures, their brilliant theatre
which consummated a union between Art
and the erotic proclivities of the flesh?
Immoral to a degree—and probably more than a degree—
they certainly were. But they had the satisfaction that their life
was the notorious life of Antioch,
delectably sensual, in absolute good taste.
To give up all this, indeed, for what?
His hot air about the false gods,
his boring self-advertisement,
his childish fear of the theatre,
his graceless prudery, his ridiculous beard.
O certainly they preferred C,
certainly they preferred K—a hundred times over.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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A.D. 1928
Tonight's the night we'll make history
As sure as dogs can fly
And I'll take any risk to tie back
The hands of time
And stay with you here tonight
So take your seats and don't be late
We need your spirits high
To turn on these theatre lights
And brighten the darkest skies
Here at the Paradise
song performed by by Styx
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Long Way Back
(bill rice/sharon rice)
(track 6 - time 3:33)
Sitting in a cafe at the corner of broad and grand
Stirring up old memories and the coffee in my hand
The waitress stopped and asked me
Honey do you know what you want
I had to stop myself from telling her the truth
What I really need is another chance with you
But this temper train Im on just ran away too fast
Its a long, long, way back to you baby
Its a long, long, way back
The neon clock is humming showing sign of wear
Ive lost all sense of time since Ive been sitting here
The waitress asked again
Is there something else you need
I need to take the hands off that clock above my head
Reset the time and take back everything I said
If I could turn around, then I would erase my tracks
But its a long, long way back, to you baby
Its a long, long way back
It is a lonely road a fool travels down
I guess I oughta know cause thats where Im headed now
And its a long, its a long, way back
Sitting at the cafe just ruby lee and me
I get feeling shes waiting on me to leave
She stopped askin hours ago if I know what I want
Yeah but its a long, long way back, to you baby
Its a long, long way back
I miss you darlin
Its a long, long way back
song performed by by Diamond Rio
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Don’t be cheap
Buy not a thing because it’s cheap.
Don’t let others make you cheap.
To be greedy is to be cheap.
To be selfish is to be cheap.
To poke your nose is a cheap thing.
Don’t be cheap; better be poor.
23.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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