I think Juan stopped short - he got halfway to the destination and got off the train. He is certainly an excellent writer and a good person, but I'm not a nationalist.
quote by Clarence Thomas
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Solidarity
The last train stopped at midnight
With the passengers!
A mechanicl fault it seems.
And an old bus towed her
To the last destination!
All the passengers and the disabled train
Gave lot of thanks to the bus.
That's all!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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It's also true, however, that having conquered the regional writer ghetto, I am now intent on conquering the nationalist writer ghetto and moving out into the world more.
quote by Rick Moody
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Arbusto Hotel (a song parody)
tune Elvis' Heartbreak hotel (Chorus 1) [Chorus 2]
Now since Juan left the Pueblo,
He’s found a new place to dwell-
An S.R.O.* in Farmingdale
The Arbusto Hotel
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Now Juan waits on the Corner
He’s waiting for a van
They drive away, he mows all day
He’s working for the man.
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Since Bush came into office
Immigration laws- a laugh
The rich get their cheap labor
While the Union gets the shaft
(And Juan is so lonely
Juan is so lonely
He’s missing Juanita
Juan is so lonely, he could cry)
Now Juan waits at the Border
Across the Rio Grand [sic]
Juanita wades toward him
With a baby in each hand
[Now Juan isn’t lonely
Juan’s got Juanita
That girl’s Muy Bonita&
Juan’s not so lonely anymore
Now Juan is fat and happy
His life now has a plan
He’s living in Corona
With his large extended Clan
[Repeat 2nd Chorus]
Now Juan is quite unhappy
His futures looking grim
Some Guatemalan immigrant
Just stole his job from him!
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I'm not a very good writer, but I'm an excellent rewriter.
quote by James A. Michener
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Jacobs Ladder/this Train Revised
We are climbing
Jacobs ladder
We are climbing
Jacobs ladder
Out of these boxcars
And out of these chambers
Out of the bed where we lay
With ten strangers
We are climbing
Jacobs ladder
We are climbing
On jacob, jacobs ladder
Its a fish white belly
A lump in my throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car
One hundred people
Gypsies queers
And davids star
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
Yeah
Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Did you get them all?
Do you belong
To the human race
Doctor doctor
Are you unkind
Do you shock the monkeys
Cover our eyes
With clear blue skies
Ah
This train is bound for glory
Ah
This train is bound for glory
Ah
This train is bound for glory now
Ah ah
This train
Here is a dancer
Who has no legs
Here is a teacher
Who has no face
Here is a healer
Who has no hands
Here is a runner
Who has no feet
Here is a thinker
Who has no head
Here is a builder
Who has no back
Here is a writer
Who has no voice
These are the questions
These are the answers
Stacked like wood
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
This train is bound for glory
This train it carried your mothers
This train is bound for glory
This train it, it carried your fathers
This train is bound for glory now
This train it, it carried your sisters
This train
This train it, it carried your brothers
(here is a teacher)
This train it, it carried my sisters
(here is a writer)
This train it, it carried my brother
(here is a thinker)
This train is
This train is bound for glory
These are the questions
Stacked like wood
These are the answers
Here is potential
And its gone for good
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Paperback Writer
(LennonMcCartney)
Paperback writer
Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?
It's based on a novel by a man named Lear
And I need a job, so I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's the dirty story of a dirty man
And his clinging wife doesn't understand
His son is working for the Daily Mail
It's a steady job but he wants to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
It's a thousand pages, give or take a few
I'll be writing more in a week or two
I can make it longer if you like the style
I can change it round and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
If you really like it you can have the rights
It could make a million for you overnight
If you must return it, you can send it here
But I need a break and I want to be a paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer
Paperback writer, paperback writer (fade out)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Show Tune II
That's the long and short of it
now you know
how I've been waiting all these years
where I'm coming from
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
just how hot hot jazz was
how it turned about, my bookcase
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you know
that my arrest record's
not my best record
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
how the Past's like a love
you can neither leave nor live
that's the long and short of it
That's the long and short of it
now you know
it was no gun in my pocket
it was a rocket
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
and you're wond'ring dear
how I kept so pure
hull, it was easy
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
now you see
so bounce your head
into bed
that's the long and short of it.
That's the long and short of it
read the blues
in these tattoos
make a song of it
that's the short and long of it.
How I wish
there was a bridge-
then I could burn it;
or the train
of a refrain
then I could board it
but there isn't
no there isn't, so...
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Last Train To Trancentral (Mu D. Vari-Speed Version)
All aboard, all aboard, a-woah-ho
All aboard, all aboard, a-woah-ho
Others need the vibes
Last train of the fast train, destination general
Thoughts that seem to draw me
Heading for Trancentral
Still i'm seeking something
And some things I am seeking
In the carriage on the fast train
Of the last train to trancenteal
We've been waiting for years
And now it's here
Last train to Trancentral
Take the last train
From Sample City, on the downtown line
Last train to Trancentral
Last train
Others need the vibes
A brand new day is dawning
A light that will annoint thee
A sign from the subconcious
An angel sent to guide me
The searching will be over
The call will now be gentle
In the carriage on the fast train
Of the last train to Trancentral
The KLF will take you there
Last train to Trancentral (it's the last train)
The Liberation Loophole will make it clear...
On last train to Trancentral (last train)
This is what KLF is about
Also known as the Justified Ancients of Mu Mu
Furthermore known as the JAMS
One time!
Take the last train
Last train
All aboard, all aboard, a-woah-ho
All aboard, all aboard, a-woah-ho
Others need the vibes
Whoooo
Others need the vibes
Whoooo
Others need the vibes
Last train or the fast train,
My destination's general
The thoughts that seem to draw me
Headin' downtown for Trancentral
Still I'm seeking something
And there's something that I'm seeking
In a carriage on the fast train
Of the last train to Trancentral
The KLF will take you there
Last train to Trancentral (take the last train)
The Liberation Loophole will make it clear
On last train to Trancentral (last train)
(Take the last train) <<[continuous chant over following text]>>
(All aboard, all aboard, a-woah-ho) <<[continuous chant over following text]>>
Yeah, there's only one place I'm living, man...
I'm going into Trancentral where I can,
You understand, liberate and free the psyche.
You know, banish my mind and my body
'Cause this way I don't know whether I'm in the future or the present...
Is this the beginning or the ending?
although I know that things are incidental
the landscape may have to be accidental
I'm still in a carriage
on the fast train,of the last train, to Trancentral
Over an Out
song performed by by KLF
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Lament For Short People (Fun Poem 12)
Even a tall person to a short person,
their problems I can relate,
tall people bump into low hanging doors,
while short people cannot reach shelves too high.
In shops there are no normal shelves,
some are near the ceiling,
while others are inches from the floor.
Normally the good stuff is put on the top shelf,
where you need a pair of stilts to reach.
Therefore, the short person has to jump up and down,
just like a jack in the box,
for anything they want.
Some short people feel intimidated,
by the tall people that they meet.
They should not be,
because size is not the difference,
but its personalities.
Now if they worked together,
they could walk at the same height.
No man is different from another,
no matter what size he is.
So short and tall people of this word,
I have but one word for both of you - unite.
poem by David Harris
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My Destination
The distance is not so far
Time is very short
It has to be utilized properly
My journey takes me to my destination
The world knows my destination
In a few seconds
In a few minutes
In a few hours
In a few days
In a few months
In a few years....
In every moment my journey takes me to my destination
poem by Z.I. Mahmud
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All These Things
Sometimes I don’t feel who I am.
I don’t feel like what I write
because I don’t want to be pigeonholed
for just one thing I do.
I think myself as a whole
and not just one object.
I call myself a writer,
not a poet,
not a novelist,
neither a songwriter
nor a short story writer be.
I am a writer
because all those things
emulate from within me.
10 April 2009
poem by David Harris
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Four Main Types of Writers (personal opinion)
The Lonely Writer
Some writings tell me
This person is lonely
And is reaching out
For the touch of a friendly comment
These writers are sad, solitary,
Isolated, but good persons
And quite often very good writers
The needy juvenile writer
Some writings contain words
Or language meant to shock
And to offend.
These writers are lonely also
But in a different way.
These writers are simply saying
Like a little child
“hey! I exist! Someone better
Acknowledge me! ”
These writers can often write well
But usually don’t, can’t, or choose not to
The Spite Writer
This writer can be of either gender
But seems to be in a female majority
They’ve been spurned or rejected
Two-timed or lied to.
And they are going to vent their ire
In the most public way they can.
These writers can also be very good writers
But too often let their anger get in the way.
The Religious Writer
These writers show people passionate
And zealously devoted to singing the praises
Of the Lord and goodness and charity.
They’re probably austere, honest people
Who almost always write very well.
For the most part these writers seem
To want to spread the word and
At the same time tend to be rather singular
In the subject matter of their writings,
Rarely attempting other genres.
poem by David Whalen
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Backtrack Girl
a girl takes a train
but the train that she has taken
backtracks,
all she needs to do
to adopt to this mistake
is change her sitting position
going south is her actual
destination
but the train is going north now
there is no point
going down
she has more time left
for recreation
lots of landscapes to see
more sad events
to forget
and things now
are getting straight
and perfect
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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This Train Revised
Its a fish white belly
A lump in the throat
Razor on the wire
Skin and bone
Piss and blood
In a railroad car
100 people
Gypsies queers
And davids star
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train
Measure the bones
Count the face
Pull out the teeth
Do you belong
To the human race
Doctor doctor
Are you unkind
Do you shock the monkeys
Cover our eyes
With clear blue skies
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
Here is a dancer
Who has no legs
Here is a teacher
Who has no face
Here is a healer
Who has no hands
Here is a runner
Who has no feet
Here is a thinker
Who has no head
Here is a builder
Who has no back
Here is a writer
Who has no voice
These are the questions
These are the answers
Stacked like wood
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory
This train is bound for glory now
This train
This train is bound for glory
This train gonna carry my mother
This train is bound for glory
This train gonna carry my father
This train is bound for glory now
This train gonna carry my sister
This train
This train gonna carry my brother
(here is a teacher)
[stacked like wood]
This train gonna carry my sister
(here is a healer)
[stacked like wood]
This train gonna carry my brother
(this is a builder)
This train gonna carry my sister
[gypsies queers and davids star]
This train is
This train is bound for glory
These are the questions
Stacked like wood
These are the answers
Here is potential gone for good
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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My destination
My destination is life at the end of the line
My destination is graduation when it’s time
My destination is my diploma I bet I get mine
My destination is to stop with the lay back being cool
My destination is to reach to top of the school
When you reach the top I want you to look over and have in your hand a four leaf clover
As you step on the edge and start to look down turn around fall back make no sound
So the next destination you reach is the ground
poem by Jacob Valentine
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Just One Fix
Blood keeps drinking away
Certain of its destination
Driving through new orleans at night
Gotta find a destination
Just one fix
Life keeps slipping away
Fighting in a war with damnation
Poised, keep cutting away
Im looking in through to salvation
Just one fix
Like if I boarded a train
Trying to take in another station
Join us and the choice will be made
Unless we kill the lie as a nation
Just one fix
song performed by by Ministry
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Fast Train
Written by: myles goodwyn
I read the colors this mornin
I read the colors today
About a man who left from nowhere to be someone
And every day he has to pay in every way
I met a man from new york city
He spoke of things Ive yet to find
A good man driven from his homeland
Tryin to find some piece of mind
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
Its a fast train
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Halfway To Heaven
Another day has come cant face it on my own
I almost let you walk away and I guess I should have known
Ill give it to you straight cause some things just cant wait
I ve got to make it up to you and Ill pray its not too late
cause when you look at me with those sad blue eyes
It stops me cold and I realize youre all I need tonight
Were halfway to heaven lyin beside you on a night so still
Were halway to heaven I ask you if youll stay and baby say you will
So whats a man to do to get it through to you
Another lost and lonely night would break this heart in two
So lets take a chance and itll be allright
Just put your trust in me toniht girl were almost there
Were halfway to heaven theres something magic bout the way you kiss
Were halfway to heaven runnin with you baby on a a night like this
Were halfway to heaven I never dreamed that I could get this high
Were halfway to heaven girl I couldnt leave you even if I tried
You got me captured in a crazy spin
You got me so I just cant tell the shape Im in
Were halfway to heaven theres something magic bout the way you kiss
Were halfway to heaven runnin with you baby on a a night like this
Were halfway to heaven I never dreamed that I could get this high
Were halfway to heaven girl I couldnt leave you even if I tried
song performed by by Europe
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Y. O. Y. O. Y
Words and music by rick nielsen
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
Oh why cant i
Be in love for ever
And ever and ever
I wonder
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
First thing you know
Is what youre looking for
Next thing you know is where you find it
You cant explain the pain
Of feelin so alone
So I wont even try to tell you, no
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
Oh why cant i
Be in love for ever
And ever and ever
I wonder
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
Some days it hurts so bad
Cant take it anymore
Those days and nights
They last forever
Some ways of feelin good dont feel good anymore
They only mask your real feelings
Why, oh why, why, oh why
Halfway up, halfway down
Wont you turn my luck around
Halfway here, halfway there
Say the words and Ill be there
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
Oh why cant i
Be in love for ever
And ever and ever
I wonder
Why, oh why, why, oh why cant i
Be in love forever
Be in love forever
Be in love forever
Be in love forever
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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Driver 8
The walls are built up, stone by stone,
The fields divided one by one.
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
I saw a treehouse on the outskirts of the farm.
The power lines have floaters so the airplanes wont get snagged.
Bells are ringing through the town again,
Children look up, all they hear is sky-blue, bells ringing
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself to sleep.
Way to shield the hated heat.
Way to put myself, my children to sleep.
He piloted this song in a plane like that one.
She is selling faith on the go tell crusade.
Locomotive 8, southern crescent, hear the bells ring again.
Field of wheat is looking thin
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
Weve been on this shift too long.
And the train conductor says
take a break driver 8, driver 8 take a break
We can reach our destination, but were still a ways away
song performed by by REM
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