In an artwork you're always looking for artistic decisions, so an ashtray is perfect. An ashtray has got life and death.
quote by Damien Hirst
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Ashtray Heart
You used me for an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
I feel like a glass shrimp
Make invalids out of supermen
Call in a shrink
And pick you up
In a girdle
You used me like an ashtray heart
Right from the start
Case of the punks
Another day, another way
Somebody's had too much to think
Open up another case of the punks
You hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
A man on a porcupine fence
Each pillow is touted like a rock
The mother / father figure
Somebody's had too much to think
Send your mother home your navel
Case of the punks
You picked me out like an ashtray heart
Hid behind the curtain
Waited for me to go out
Used me like an ashtray heart
A man on a porcupine fence
Hit me where the lover hangs out
While they crushed me out
You used me for an ashtray heart
Look behind the curtain
You looked in the window when I went out
You used me like an ashtray heart
Brush me off
While I was burning out
song performed by by White Stripes
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Full Of Ash
Ashtray full of ash
Ashtray full of ash
Cigarettes
Smoke fog turn around
Ma head
Headache
To more homework
Above ma tablework
Like BUGSBUNNY said
What s cooking, dog?
(150306)
poem by Khoirun Niam
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Rights Of The Individual
I see the rights of this individual,
Making me crazed beyond other limits,
The banquets are the insightful,
The reading carries only autopilots.
The blankets are abbots of the arrows,
Defending me, like the abbey today;
The sign on this defeat is my bedclothes,
Bouquets are dangers in very array.
The ashtray is away from bravery,
Some banjos have walls to make them anew,
The ashtray made me dirty ably,
Some offered me the height of the bamboo.
I see new worries in this heart of mine,
To care is too much on the borderline.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Doobie Ashtray
[Chorus]
What you gonna do when the people go home
And you wanna smoke weed but the reefer's all gone
And somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out the doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
What you gonna do when ya friends go home
And you wanna take a pill but ya end's all gone
Somebody had the nerve to take the herb up out my doobie ashtray
Why they do me that way
You probably don't have a big ol house on the hill
But if you did just imagine how it would feel
If your phone got disconnected
song performed by by Devin The Dude from Just Tryin' Ta Live
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We Dont Live Here No More
Make believe your on a boat with no water around.
Picture yourself at a circus, without any clowns.
Pretend that youre on a highway, without any end.
Then empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door.
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we dont live here no more.
Draw me a picture of an island without any seas.
Show me a map of the whole world without boundaries.
Build me a home without windows or doors to go in.
Then empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door.
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we dont live here no more.
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Dream of a time when the tides ebbing now rise again.
Then you will know that to die is not really to end.
Living and dieing are both your most intimate friends.
So empty the ashtray,
Sweep up the floor,
Put a lock on your door.
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we dont live here no more.
If somebody calls in the morning,
Just say we dont live here no more.
song performed by by John Denver
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Violins
I am just another fool
And I have to keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite
And I have to keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tounge
And my assumption was the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth, and clumsy words escape
So why you wanna be there when you could be here
you are slipping away
I awake with your replacement
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out
The butt of a sick joke
Into this ashtray life
As you come and go
And I forgot to servie you and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes
So I assume false grace open my arms
And grasp at something true
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you, wanna see you again
So why you wanna be there
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring the worst in you and you try and let me know
You bring out the worst in me
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the role
Open my claws and grasp for your heart
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you
Wanna see you again
In to you like a mortal stake
So vindictive your love's slipping away
Violins (the but of your sick joke)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
Violins (I'm tryin' hard to let you know)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
(woo yeah)
song performed by by Yellowcard
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Violins
I am just another fool
And I have to keep telling myself that
I am just a hypocrite
And I have to keep calling you one
And I forgot to bite my tounge
And my assumption was the mother of all mistakes
So I assume the role, open my mouth, and clumsy words escape
So why you wanna be there when you could be here
you are slipping away
I awake with your replacement
A bottle in my grasp, in an unfamiliar place
Because you put me out
The butt of a sick joke
Into this ashtray life
As you come and go
And I forgot to servie you and we broke down
And you can't live with my mistakes
So I assume false grace open my arms
And grasp at something true
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you, wanna see you again
So why you wanna be there
When you could be here
You are slipping away
I bring the worst in you and you try and let me know
You bring out the worst in me
Anxiety, anxiety
I'm trying to let you go
You say I'm giving you the creeps
So I assume the role
Open my claws and grasp for your heart
How are you
How have you been
Girl I miss you
Wanna see you again
In to you like a mortal stake
So vindictive your love's slipping away
Violins (the but of your sick joke)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
Violins (I'm tryin' hard to let you know)
Violins (into this ashtray life)
(woo yeah)
song performed by by Yellowcard
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I think an ashtray is the most fantastically real thing.
quote by Damien Hirst
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This Picture
I hold an image of the ashtray girl
As the cigarette burns on my chest
I wrote a poem that described her world
That put my friendship to the test
And late at night
Whilst on all fours
She used to watch me kiss the floor
Whats wrong with this picture?
Whats wrong with this picture?
Farewell the ashtray girl
Forbidden snowflake
Beware this troubled world
Watch out for earthquakes
Goodbye to open sores
To broken centre floor
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Farewell the ashtray girl
Angelic fruitcake
Beware this troubled world
Control your intake
Goodbye to open sores
Goodbye and furthermore
We know we miss her
We miss her picture
Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Hang on
Though we try
Its gone
Hang on
Though we try
Its gone
Sometimes its faded
Disintegrated
For fear of growing old
Sometimes its faded
Assassinated
For fear of growing old
Cant stop growing old...
song performed by by Placebo
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Artistic
Artistic
It's artistic
Grace in your movement
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Sweetness in your voice
Is artistic.
Artistic
It's artistic
Gleam in your eye
Is artistic.
I'm filled with inspiration
In my dormant artistic pursuit...
With brush in hand
I'll paint your every move
With hidden treasure of words
I'll weave poems of what you say
And I'll move as you command
By the gleam of your eye.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Listening to a news broadcast is like smoking a cigarette and crushing the butt in the ashtray.
quote by Milan Kundera
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Serene Saturday
Serene Saturday
It's Saturday
and I’m listening to the football
on the radio
It's Saturday
and I’m listening to the football
while slurping my coffee
and having a cigarette
It's not my team who are playing
they play tomorrow
I'm on the brink of falling asleep
but I’m fighting it
My leg is twitching, must be the coffee
I’ve drank too much of it today
Meanwhile my cigarette has burned out in the ashtray
The football has just finished as I wake up,
the classified results are being read out
I light up a cigarette and lie back with my eyes closed
and I remember my dream, 'I’ve had weirder' I think to myself
taking a drag of my cigarette
I wonder, should I get some beer tonight? Decisions, decisions,
yeah, I probably will, maybe cider, yeah, beer and cider...yeah
Andrew Matthews
01/05/2002
16: 26: 01
poem by Andrew Matthews
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How To Fight Loneliness
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
You've changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, you've changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, you've changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
song performed by by Wilco
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A Shot In The Arm
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
Youve changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, youve changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, youve changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
song performed by by Wilco
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As Perfect Strangers
as perfect strangers
All over the world
the time is the same the time
when we are changing
New ways to find
old ones to blame
just save a smoke for the morning
I could cry, cry for the Savior
for I hope every evening t
hat my flame sleeps away
and the whole wide world
is an ashtray for me in the morning
As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth
Under the sky the scene is the same
we sin and then comes the praying
Wounded girls wounded games
they try to keep on playing
I had a tale and I had a partner
but now they're gone with the night train
There must be a wind up or down under
that shows me the right way
As perfect strangers
I wear down the world
meeting bad angels
down on the earth
Fellows, it seems I'm losing the flame
and running out of dreams
with the morning train
song performed by by Quimby
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Love Was Like Walking Through The Valley Of Death
Love was such a hard game to play
All my hopes were carried away
I realized from the first day
It might lead my heart to ashtray
Love was like a cobra guarding treasure
I would have to take risk to have pleasure
But it bit me again and again
Now I am dying of endless pain
Love was like walking through the valley of death
I wished I would see you before my last breath
Love was like a giant that made you slave
I wanted to free you but dug my grave
He has caged me in a lonely land
It was a mistake I understand
poem by Asif Andalib
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Corner Office
Unlike his peers
his office holds
no photo of a wife
no indication that he has
fathered five
and probably
will father more.
There's a silver ashtray, though,
and a tinkling chandelier
and carpeting
his wife would like
soars across the floor.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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I Choose To Believe!
i chose to believe
in the taste of morning,
the smell of sunlight
unwrapping the day!
in the eyes of strangers,
the stories unspoken
written on faces
by trial and fire!
in the companionship
of dogs... who know
and sometimes divulge!
in the lamp and the ashtray
and your body wrapped in sleep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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She Wept
she curled up naked
on the bed... sunlight
coming in soft waves
through the open window.
the urn of ashes sat
on the bedside table.
a lone wedding band
lay in the ashtray....
25 years, a long journey.
there comes a time
when bitterness rusts
and crumbles...
as the veil of silence
that time had woven
between them came apart...
she wept!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Like Cigarettes
...Her complexity still lures suitors;
She goes through men like cigarettes
Savoring each puff
until her personality has burned them up
As if she was the Sun itself, and they,
like Icarus, got too close.
When she's done with them she smashes them
Along with their paper-mache self-images
Into an ashtray with a single destructive finger
Or flicks them onto the ground
...Or even shorts them,
and sets them aside somewhere
To finish later...
Always with the cool,
predatory, and mysterious
calm composure of
A real Lioness...
poem by Ray Quesada
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