Now, we put out a lot of carbon dioxide every year, over 26 billion tons. For each American, it's about 20 tons. For people in poor countries, it's less than one ton. It's an average of about five tons for everyone on the planet. And, somehow, we have to make changes that will bring that down to zero.
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Grunge Betty
Hey!
Hey well I rise today
I cant seem to find what I want you for
I open my eyes and I wake on the floor
You open the door
Awake on the floor
Cant seem to find what I want you for
Cause latley baby
Oh yeah Im wasting
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Hey!
Hey well I rise today
I cant seem to find what I want you for
I open my eyes and I wake on the floor
You open the door
Awake on the floor
Cant seem to find what I want you for
Cause latley baby
Oh yeah Im wasting
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Two three four
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
Tons of time
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Where a calculator on the ENIAC is equpped with 18,000 vacuum tubes and weighs 30 tons, computers in the future may have only 1,000 vaccuum tubes and perhaps weigh 1.5 tons.
This Mummy Is Ready
There's one day a year
That I'm allowed to beg for treats.
My dog does it all the time.
It's amazing how much he eats.
I just might get aches and pains
From carrying my candy around.
In the Halloween record book,
I'd like my name to be found.
I've got a wheelbarrow, a wagon,
A donkey, and a yak.
I'll have tons and tons of candy
By the time I come back.
Everything is ready.
I'm a well-prepared mummy.
Who is going to stock up
On yummies for his tummy.
poem by Bruce Larkin
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Song In My Ears
My heart is filled
tons of laughter,
tons of merriment
your eyes sparkle as pearl in milk.
You talk, music in my soul
darling sweet keys on board
my ears gobble your voice
lullabies I drift to slumber-land
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Navigator
The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep
That in death if not life theyll have peace while they sleep.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an empire where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness, but the railways there yet.
Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and theres work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.
song performed by by Pogues
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Tons Of Steel
I know these rails were on like I know my ladys smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
Cant begin to count the trips she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for each time weve both been down this grade.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow.
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Its one hell of an understatement, to say she cant be beat.
Shes temperamental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasnt built to travel at speed or through mud slides.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin in the back.
Well I have pray to God this aint the day we meet,
Ive done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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100,000 Tons Of Steel
I know these rails were on like I know my ladys smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
Cant begin to count the trips she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for each time weve both been down this grade.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow.
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Its one hell of an understatement, to say she cant be beat.
Shes tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasnt built to travel at speed or through mud slides.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin in the back.
Well I have pray to God this aint the day we meet,
Ive done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Greatest Satisfaction
Life gives us many opportunities to live
Happily if we can learn to live
Others happiness that they deserve
With tons of care, joy and love
And when we give all these things
To others then the joy it brings
Give us greatest satisfaction of all
In every deed of kindness big or small
So to gain joy what we must do
Is to give happiness to others too
And give others the joy they deserve
With the gift of tons of care and love.
poem by Seema Chowdhury
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A Throwaway Society
We live in a throwaway society
and hardly anyone
appreciates anything they got.
Years ago, we looked after
everything we had;
if it got broken, we mended it.
Now if something gets broken,
most discard it in a bin,
then go to the local shops
and start all over again.
It seems to me
there is no appreciation anymore,
even when it comes to food.
They talk of the world’s starving,
yet everyday tons and tons of food
is just thrown away.
When will someone ever say stop,
don’t throw that away,
fix it for another generation
so they can learn and play.
As for the food
lets stop the wastage there.
If we did that,
there might well be enough to share
and no baby in the world
would go hungry anymore.
6 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Some people use just one condom, right? But we use tons.
quote by Tracey Emin
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Chinese History
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a jar of wine, sealed and tied with the
help of one billlion hands
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a star twisting and jostling to win
your fancy among one billion
there is a tightness about the Chinese
a surname the weight of one billion tons
each wishes to shoot through the heavens
there is a tightness about the Chinese
five centuries of the rise and fall of civilisations
a dragon all claws, whiskers and fiery eyes
tidying and polishing its billion scales
so that they dazzle with power and excellence
there is a tightnesss about the Chinese
gunpowder all ready to blast through
crackers in a billion hard foldings
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Several tons of dynamite are set off in this picture - none of it under the right people.
quote by James Agee
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There are tons of people I'd like to freeze for all of eternity, but we won't go into that!
quote by Holly Marie Combs
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There's tons of people with talent; it's the system that's all screwed up.
quote by John Kricfalusi
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Alienation
The body is falling down by the shot of your hate
Dead body of love is falling into the abyss through the mortal wound
Becoming alienated and enlarging
Tons of filth in my flesh
My ego is growing insane in the flame of your hate
Dead body of love is screaming endlessly for the empty sky
Becoming alienated and enlarging tons of filth in my flesh
song performed by by Zeni Geva
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Si d'autres fleurs décorent la maison
Si d'autres fleurs décorent la maison
Et la splendeur du paysage,
Les étangs purs luisent toujours dans le gazon,
Avec les grands yeux d'eau de leur mouvant visage.
Dites de quels lointains profonds et inconnus
Tant de nouveaux oiseaux sont-ils venus,
Avec du soleil sur leurs ailes ?
Juillet a remplacé Avril dans le jardin
Et les tons bleus par les grands tons incarnadins,
L'espace est chaud et le vent frêle ;
Mille insectes brillent dans l'air, joyeusement,
Et l'été passe, en sa robe de diamants
Et d'étincelles.
poem by Emile Verhaeren
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The Death of a Planet
The ocean waves crash along the shore
Its deep, gloomy depths hold
untold stories,
untold tragedies
Far away,
miles and miles along.
A 30ft wave submerges
a melting glacier
Penguins and fish alike swim away
to escape
the treacherous ship.
Polluting the water with oil
Pulling up pounds and pounds,
tons and tons
Of fish every day
Neither aquatic life,
nor penguins are safe
From the monstrosity
of human kind.
A mother and father penguin
get caught in a net,
tangle
and die.
Their baby now has to
fend for himself
But
with the shortage of fish,
with the fish gone
He does not
have enough energy
To swim back
to shore
The poor, innocent baby penguin
gets tired
And begins
to drown
Everything goes black
He is dying…
dying…..
gone
poem by Helena Dombrowski
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Luxury Liner
(gram parsons)
Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
If I dont find my baby now
I guess I never will
Ive been a long lost soul
For a long, long time
Ive been around
Everybody ought to know whats on my mind
You think Im lonesome, so do i
So do i
Well, Im the kind of girl
Who likes to make a livin runnin round
And I dont need a stranger
To let me know my babys let me down
You think Im lonesome, so do i
So do i
Luxury liner, forty tons of steel
No one in this whole wide world
Can change the way I feel
Ive been a long lost soul
For a long long time
Ive been around
Everybody ought to know whats on my mind
You think Im lonesome, so do i
So do i
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Neither Snow
When all of a sudden the city air filled with snow,
the distinguishable flakes
blowing sideways,
looked like krill
fleeing the maw of an advancing whale.
At least they looked that way to me
from the taxi window,
and since I happened to be sitting
that fading Sunday afternoon
in the very center of the universe,
who was in a better position
to say what looked like what,
which thing resembled some other?
Yes, it was a run of white plankton
borne down the Avenue of the Americas
in the stream of the wind,
phosphorescent against the weighty buildings.
Which made the taxi itself,
yellow and slow-moving,
a kind of undersea creature,
I thought as I wiped the fog from the glass,
and me one of its protruding eyes,
an eye on a stem
swiveling this way and that
monitoring one side of its world,
observing tons of water
tons of people
colored signs and lights
and now a wildly blowing race of snow.
poem by Billy Collins
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In an Old Barn
Tons upon tons the brown-green fragrant hay
O'erbrims the mows beyond the time-warped eaves,
Up to the rafters where the spider weaves,
Though few flies wander his secluded way.
Through a high chink one lonely golden ray,
Wherein the dust is dancing, slants unstirred.
In the dry hush some rustlings light are heard,
Of winter-hidden mice at furtive play.
Far down, the cattle in their shadowed stalls,
Nose-deep in clover fodder's meadowy scent,
Forget the snows that whelm their pasture streams,
The frost that bites the world beyond their walls.
Warm housed, they dream of summer, well content
In day-long contemplation of their dreams.
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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