I'd love to do a character with a wife, a nice little house, a couple of kids, a dog, maybe a bit of singing, and no guns and no killing, but nobody offers me those kind of parts.
quote by Christopher Walken
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Lessons from the Unwritten Textbook
Love is nice, but sex is best
With you it is too easy
I get one without doing the other
Its always fun in the act of sin
To the girl with two kids
You aren’t the teaching kind
Not the kind I desire
You teach me who I am
No more than biological man
Sex is nice, but love is best
With you it was too hard
Try to get both, now I have nothing
Sin is fun when you’re not the only one
To the girl with two kids
You aren’t the teaching kind
But the kind this young mind needs
You teach me who I am
No more than biological man
poem by Adam Holmes
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Kids With Guns
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Taking over
But it won't be long
They're mesmerized
Skeletons
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say "no" to
Drinking out (is she real, is she)
Pacifier (is she real, is she)
Demon souls (is she real, is she)
Street desire (is she real, is she)
Didn't mean to (is she real, is she)
But it won't be long (is she real, is she)
Kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say "no" to
And they turn into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
There you are
Doesn't make side to
But it won't be long
Cause kids with guns
Kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say "no" to
And they turn into monsters
Turning us into fire
Turning us into monsters
It's all desire
It's all desire
It's all desire
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
Is she, is she real, is she
Is she real, is she (it's real)
[etc]
Is she is she real
song performed by by Gorillaz
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Thank God For Kids
If it weren't for kids have you ever thought
There wouldn't be no Santa Clause
Look what the store just brought
Thank God for Kids
We'd all live in a quiet house
Without Big Bird or a Mickey Mouse
And Kool-aid on the couch
Thank God for Kids
Thank God for kids there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think? or wonder why?
The dearest thing to Heaven is a child
Daddy how does this thing fly?
A hundred other where's and why's
You really don't know but we try
Thank God for Kids
When you look down in those trustin eyes
That look to you, you realize
Its love that you can't buy
Thank God for Kids
Thank God for there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think? or wonder why?
The dearest thing to Heaven is a child
When you get down on your knees tonight
To thank the Lord for his guiding light
And pray they turn out right
Thank God for Kids
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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It's not so much about killing an animal, it's being at peace and you don't have to worry about all the other things that go on. That's a couple of hours a week that you get to escape but it's nice to do that.
quote by Brett Favre
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To word properly
Don’t say:
You are fortunate to have such a nice wife.
It means:
You aren’t worth having such a nice wife.
Instead, say:
You have got such a nice wife to suit you well.
30.04.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Art Of Killing
he never for once
imagined that he could kill
killing
the simple thought of killing
makes him puke
he tried once
killing a fruit fly
in a snap
reasoning that it infected
its dessert
that whole night
he could not sleep
for he was
worn with guilt
his brother is a moron
the worst in class
makes most of the fame
by killing
many fruit flies
he is the top of his class
but he laughs at him
short of respect
for his fear of killing
'it is a phobia' his brother says
and just like everything else
runs berserk and
becomes an unreasonable
generalization
let me cut this story short
he did not make money
waddled in poverty and
feared the art of killing
helpless n& useless in-himself
his wife
deserted him and his kids
lost that respect
because he will never kill
a fly again
i do not want to make this
story long and
agonizing,
know what?
he killed himself.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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the Self
the self is a mountain
you can go exploring
some parts are not reachable
and some parts so riveting
you just wish to sing them songs
some parts are caves you can shout
and hear your own echoes
some parts are a make belief
haunted house you can frighten yourself with
some parts are chambers of
mysteries you can get lost on your own
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Billy Get Your Guns
I just seen trouble
He's calling out your name tonite
Billy get your guns
You could walk away
But I know you were born to fight
So Billy get your guns
The bandileros are strung out
In the promenade
Billy get your guns
Chorus
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
Billy get your guns
There's a whiskey bottle empty
Sittin' on the bar
Billy get your guns
And some organ grinder singing
About some sucker moving on
Billy get your guns
All the whores are hanging out
Waiting to get paid
Billy get your guns
From some Johnny on the spot
Who said hey keep the change baby
Billy get your guns
There's trouble blowing like a hurricane
Billy get your guns
That's the price on your head for the
Price of fame
And it'll never change
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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In twin
It needs a couple of wings
To fly
A couple to walk
A couple to talk
And for love a couple of hearts
to beat
To rain it needs a couple
To shine it needs a couple
And the life it needs to share
With couple
For one smile it needs
two hearts
In one band
in the bundle of love
The heart is not alone
Not bachelor
That is way
They beat
In twin.
poem by Sallam Yassin
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Our Mouths Are Singing
last night
i was a flat tire
it is the usual
deflation that
makes me sleep
and she is not surprised
anymore why we keep
this matter happen
the reasons are laid
on the dinner table where
the food has gotten so cold
and the mantel unchanged
we keep busy
that is the only way to live
we keep ignoring
that is the only way to learn more
and keep the parts of the house
intact the furniture stable
on four feet on dusty existence
on days that we let go
because there is no more reason
to make them different so
we can stop and gaze for a while
and say we love to be here
when the news of any disease come
we do not think anymore of hospitals
or recall the best doctor in town
or whether we sacrifice time for it
it is enough it is enough
our mouths are singing
we do not think whether we
have gone crazy
we have no time for all these
we think of place far, so far away
and if there is only one that offers
eternal shelter we are ready
to set aside home, kin, and
memories
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Couple Sings
evidently, they are a nice pair
both of them
are songbirds in their own
right
they had a duet in the party
and we clapped our hands
they are old now and yet
still very much in love with
each other
as they were singing a love song
when we clapped
he made chances on her butt
while she touched his face
what a melodrama
and then at the end of the love song
they kissed each other
there is joy
we cheered them
Love so true which age
cannot murder. This is when
the couple sings
their own love song.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hes A Go Getter
Hes a go getter, go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Now Ive got a neighbor that lives down the road a ways
His wife holds down a steady job, he dont turn his hand all day
I know that most of you will know the kind Im talkin about
The kind that rather than have to work, hed rather do without
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Theres a group of men in the court house yard any time that you go by
Playin checkers and tradin odds and makin jokes about their wives
They wait all week for pay day and they hold the moneys plenty
And the wife thats worked those long hard hours never gets a penny
But hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Yes hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
Hes a go getter, a go getter
When his wife gets off from work, hell go get her
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Kids Wanna Rock
Turned on the radio
Sounded like a disco
Musta turned the dial for a couple of miles
But I couldnt find no rock n roll
This computerized crap aint gettin me off
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
London to l.a.
Talkin bout the new wave
For a couple of bucks you get a weird haircut
And waste your life away
Around the world or around the block
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
Get me my d.j.
I got somethin hes gotta play
Wanna hear it I cant wait
So turn it up, turn it up...
Kick down the barricades
Listen what the kids say
From time to time people change their minds
But the music is here to stay
Ive seen it all from the bottom to the top
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
Around the world or around the block
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
Everywhere I go the kids wanna rock
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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Those Years Of Separation.....
years separated us
when we meet again there will
be usual questions like
how is life? did you marry?
how many kids? how old are they now?
where do you work?
where do you live now?
i am tired of all these questions,
frankly i am not interesting and nothing interests me
perhaps
i was made sour by all those years,
but sometimes i may compromise
(but not a civil as you may think me to be) and
so i have my answers now, like
life is not really that miserable.
i got married, no kids only dogs in the house
(not applicable) ,
oh i work with a gavel,
and i live in my navel.
perhaps i am just dissatisfied with what
life has given me,
and you who claim to have kids like grapes
work like heaven, house like a castle,
and you who is like a story with a
happily ever after ending,
well, thank God, you are like everybody else,
you own a wife, and kids and house,
yourself is multiplied, your face is xeroxed,
your wealth is not just well preserved but
progressed like
hell,
you have chattels and servants and perhaps slaves
and submarines and nuclear weapons,
you have a brand new car,
an excellent paycheck,
by all means, to my mind, you are a superhero
and you have everything
everything
and yet, oh well, just like rest of the people in this world
you are never, never contented, you still ask for more
how much? how long? how wide? no one knows.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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No kids should see that kind of violence where Batman is killing as many people as the bad guys.
Singing All Day
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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HARD ASS........by Talile Ali
don't like this feeling
it's tearing me apart
i was such a hard ass
and i broke your heart
the fact that i did love you
makes it all a crime
being such a hard ass
has lost me you for all time
being such a hard ass has cost me such a wife
a treasure because she loved me
could talk about everything so nice
you were no house keeper
but you were a star
a brilliance shining so brightly
out did the brightest star
the universe is something
for a brilliant mind
thats how much i love you
you really were one of a kind
the fact that i did love you
makes it al a crime
being such a hard ass
has lost me you for all time
being such a hard asshas cost me such a wife
a treasure because she loved me
talked about and give good advice
poem by Talile Ali
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When we were Kids
Remember how we were best friends when we were kids?
We slept over each others’ house, we were two pea in a pod when were kids.
You were my brother and I yours when we were kids.
But now that has all changed we don’t go near one another’s house.
And that pea pod has rotten.
Now as for brothers these days were not even distant cousins.
We were once best friends now we treat each other like enemies all because of the color of our skin.
I miss you as a friend and that is why I wish color did not matter like when we were kids.
The Love From Above
tell her i love her for all that she's done
tell her i've always loved her
for she's my only one.
she has been my foundation
and my rock, always fighting against the clock.
she is a mother, she is a wife
and the kids are twice as nice.
five foot three and one hundred and eight.
looking fine, looking great.
hair light brown, eyes the same
any mans heart she could tame.
she is the love that every man seeks
she could take them to the highest peak.
she is the gift sent from above
she is the one and only
she is 'the love'.
poem by Louis Rams
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To Marc Chagall
Donkey or cow, cockerel or horse
On to the skin of a violin
A singing man a single bird
An agile dancer with his wife
A couple drenched in their youth
The gold of the grass lead of the sky
Separated by azure flames
Of the health-giving dew
The blood glitters the heart rings
A couple the first reflection
And in a cellar of snow
The opulent vine draws
A face with lunar lips
That never slept at night.
poem by Paul Eluard
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