Before Footloose, the things I'd done weren't cute. In Diner I was an alcoholic.
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Footloose
Album: Not Another Teen Movie [Soundtrack] (2001)
I been working so hard
I punch my card
Eight hours, for what?
Now tell me what I got
I get this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling
Or else I'll tear up this town
Now I gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off my Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
You're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
now you gotta cut
Loose, footloose
Kick off the Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, my lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
you've got to turn me around
You put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of your soul
I'm turning
Loose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
C'mon before we crack
Lose your blues
Come on and get footloose
Footloose, footloose
Kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, My lord
C'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues
Everybody get footloose
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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Other way
Is it so wrong to want things the other way around?
Upside down turned around different to how they are found,
If things weren't as they are what harm could it ever do,
If things weren't as is those opposed would be far and few,
Is it so wrong to want things in a way variant,
At deviance, some way amended, and discrepant,
If things weren't as is the change would have been overdue,
If things weren't as they are those opposed would change their view.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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Footloose
I been working so hard
Keep punching my card
Eight hours, for what?
Oh, tell me what I got
I get this feeling
That times just holding me down
Ill hit the ceiling
Or else Ill tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut
(chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your sunday shoes
Please, louise
Pull me offa my knees
Jack, get back
Cmon before we crack
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
Youre playing so cool
Obeying every rule
Dig way down in your heart
Youre yearning, burning for some
Somebody to tell you
That life aint passing you by
Im trying to tell you
It will if you dont even try
You can fly if youd only cut
(chorus)
Loose, footloose
Kick off your sunday shoes
Oowhee, marie
Shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, milo
Cmon, cmon let go
Lose your blues
Everybody cut footloose
First - we got to turn you around
Second - you put your feet on the ground
Third - now take a hold of your soul
Four - whooooooooa, Im turning it
Loose, footloose
(chorus)
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Concerning The Shows
A very enjoyable diner!
And concerning the shows that took place;
But, look and see what goes on around you.
The overhauling,
Rampant,
And like my diner and your dinner at school!
But, this sweet muse of love is coming through us.
Dreams,
Adore,
Come to crave,
Bidding,
Shallow,
Swallow;
But, when will it be the best time to hit the jackpot? ! !
And like the psychological weapon around you.
There is a sign in heaven,
There is a sing on earth,
But, it will appear somewhere for someone to see it;
However, it was all about this great diner!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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FOOTLOOSE and FANCY-FREE
Footloose and fancy-free,
that's the way he used to be.
Never tied down to just one place.
Always a smile on his face.
Forever ready to take on the world
wherever it was that it unfurled.
But as so many days went by
he now forgot just how to fly.
His footloose feet were flat on the ground.
His feet were always tired he found.
For they were thickly mired.
No more was he inspired
to move from where he was.
the way a young man does.
For what he had become
almost made him numb.
Couldn't remember how it felt
when he'd been young and svelte.
So now he traveled in his mind,
traveled back so he could find
unburdened days and vitality
to moments where he still could see
himself footloose and fancy-free
and revel in his history.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Daddy Why?
Daddy why did you leave Mommy before I was born?
Daddy why weren't you there for my birth?
Daddy why did you divorce Mommy when I was only five months old?
Daddy why did you day those mean things about Mommy?
Daddy why weren't you there for my first birthday?
Daddy why weren't you there when I took my first step?
Daddy why weren't you there when I got hurt?
Daddy why weren't you there when I became a teenager?
Daddy you're not going to be there when I turn 16.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I graduate from high school.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I get married.
Daddy you're not going to be there when I have children of my own.
Daddy you're NEVER going to be here.
Daddy you had a choice.
Daddy I chose too.
Daddy I NEVER WANT TO BE LIKE YOU!
poem by Emily Gucciardo
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I had to accept that I was an alcoholic, that was the main thing. I think you've got to. But I try not say that I'm an alcoholic. I prefer to say that it's a disease I've got.
quote by Paul Gascoigne
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Pop Juice
You went there until you crash here
Then woken up to wonder where the night went
Keep breathing it'll come back again
Tonight will be different
We will all be saved
My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic
And I have been for 33 years or more
So kill me, I will die without it
It's like this wherever I go
So we crashed down in BB's
Keep quiet because the question is elaborate
You need a lawyer, a doctor, a drink
To keep surviving
Keep me firing
My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic
And I have been for 33 years or more
So kill me, I will die without it
It's like this wherever I go
I don't feel like going out
I don't feel like going out
Feel like going out
I don't feel like going out
I don't feel like going out
Feel like going out
Feel like going out
My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic
And I have been for 33 years or more
So kill me, I will die without it
It's like this wherever I go
My name's Jimmy, I'm an alcoholic
And I have been for 33 years or more
So kill me, I will die without it
It's like this wherever I go
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
Do you feel like going out?
song performed by by Gomez
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To Hold A Beauty
I desire to hear
How best the things are
That I wear or keep.
That is why I spend.
I will resent hearing
How cute my wife is.
Then why get a cute wife?
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I used to want to be tall, and then I thought, 'If I were tall, then people would say I was pretty and not cute.' And then I realized that there are worse things than being called cute.
quote by Kristin Chenoweth
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You Look Cute Today
Darling daughter, when on the phone,
I usually say, 'You look cute today.'
Bet you're wondering all on your own,
'Without seeing me, there’s no way.'
'Hair's a mess; no make-up in sight;
These jeans have seen a better day.
I can't be cute. That's not right.
What a thing for dear dad to say.'
Maybe I'm thinking how cute you were
At one, ten, twenty and more…
Sweet and kind with a beautiful mind
And a countenance for all to adore.
Even on the phone or when I'm alone,
I'm right each time I say that
I love you and miss you
And have no doubt that…
You look cute today!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Footprint on the sand
A Footloose walks on the beach
Let his sand castles waterlogged.
He is sure that no valuable things inside.
Insipid it seems and no way to turn.
His long shadow disappeared with the sunset
And in the moonlight his sachet
The identity is safely landing with the calm waves.
Dedication to Nobodies
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I say we have not even had the decency to maintain the assets that our parents and grandparents built for us - our roads, our bridges, our wastewater systems, our sewer systems; by the way, those weren't Bolsheviks, those weren't socialists that built those things for us - much less build the infrastructure we need for the 21st century.
quote by Michael Bennett
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Inquisitive
Two tiger cubs were curious,
Inquisitive to boot!
It's true that they looked glorious
And throw in kinda cute!
But woe to those that walked close by
Much smaller than these two...
These cubs were on the prowl, that's why,
And naughty things they'd do!
Yes, naughty things! Without a doubt!
These scamps were rogues at heart!
They weren't adverse to thump and clout
And pull things all apart!
What makes that tick? How does that move?
They'd ask the live-long day,
As if they'd got something to prove,
Like scientists at play...
Inquisitive by day and night,
They drove their parents mad!
They'd pester poor old Mum, too right,
Yet kept clear of their Dad!
'It's just a phase! ', the others said,
'Let's wait a little while...'
Yet secretly they'd go to bed,
Then giggle, smirk and smile...
Denis Martindale, copyright, October 2010.
The poem is based on the magnificent painting
by Stephen Gayford called 'Inquisitive II'.
More Stephen Gayford poems here:
denis-martindale-dot-blogspot-dot-com
poem by Denis Martindale
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Little Brother
you weren't supposed to drink
you weren't supposed to drive
you weren't supposed to cry
you got caught now you have to live with the consequences
poem by Marissa Ford
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Almost There
She had that look
that turn of head
that stare
and you weren’t
the only guy
to have been moved by her
or whose boat
had been almost
capsized by her
but there again
these dames
don’t come along
every day
and there was that Sunday
you took that trip
over to her place
thinking of maybe
a good time
and there she was
with two other guys
and each one smitten
like you
hanging on her
every word and glance
and hoping for the chance
and wishing the other two guys
would go off
and fish
or drink
or find some other
but there you were
and them following her
along those country lanes
listening to her words
and quotes
from this book and that
who she’d read about
and what art work
she liked
and how she was looking forward
to going to collage
and all you could think of
was how cute
her ass was
and how she could
hypnotise you
with just one sway
of her hips
or a look
right into your eyes
and you thinking
after such love
or lust
all things fade away
or as a distant star
slowly dies.
poem by Terry Collett
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Clean Coal?
She worked the counter
at the local diner.
He worked in the caves.
He was a miner.
They both left for work
early every day.
Returned in the evening
with not too much to say.
Too tired to talk
They ate quietly.
They accepted their fate
and the monotony.
She was used to the siren
that sounded the alarm.
Workers in the mine
had come to some harm.
She would leave her job
and run to the site,
saying the words
that she prayed every night.
'Please God have mercy
on my man.
Bring him out alive
if you can.'
And when she saw him
she held him and cried,
happy he was safe,
sad that others died.
They went back home
with not too much to say.
For tomorrow would come
and they needed the pay.
So back to the mine
and the diner they went.
It was their way of living.
They had to pay rent.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Georgia Peaches
(ronnie vanzant -- steve gaines)
Well, you can see her walkin down on peachtree street
She got high-heeled shoes and a dot on her cheek
Shes lookin good, shes headed downtown
Aint got no money, honey
She knows her way around
I think shes cute, think shes cute as she can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well these georgia peaches
Son they know their way around
They can take your money, son before you get sight of town
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
Nine out of ten of them gonna sell you a dime
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well, peaches, peaches
Love them georgia peaches
Well them georgia peaches
Sure do got the style
Theyll steal your heart with a southern smile
Well they talk a little funny, but they look so fine
The older they get, I swear its like good wine
I think theyre cute, think theyre cute as they can be
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
Talkin about a funny talkin, honk-tonking georgia peach
I just seem to fall in love with the wrong things
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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No Fear
What things would you do if you weren't afraid?
How differently would you live your life,
Supposing your ambitions weren't delayed
By your worries and consequential strife?
Think about whatever you could achieve
In discovering the moments around
You; allowing them to fasten and weave
Into a tapestry of time well-found.
Think of the experiences you could
Have, if only you would make them exist.
Imagine the concepts to be understood—
The concepts you would have otherwise missed.
Consider, for once, every regret
You would never even need to forget.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Somebody
At a diner down on Broadway they make small talk
When she brings his eggs and fills his coffee cup
He jokes about his love life
And tells her he's about ready to give up
That's when she says "I've been there before
But keep on lookin'
Cause maybe who you're lookin' for is
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody"
Across town in a crowded elevator
He can't forget the things that waitress said
He usually reads the paper
But today he reads a strangers face instead
It's that blue eyed girl
From two floors up
Maybe she's the one
Maybe he could fall in love with
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at but never really see
Somewhere out there is somebody
Now they laugh about the moment that it happened
A moment they both missed until that day
When he saw his future in her eyes
Instead of just another friendly face
And he wonders why he searched so long
When she was always there
At that diner waitin' on
Somebody in the next car
Somebody on the mornin' train
Somebody in the coffee shop
That you walk right by everyday
Somebody that you look at
But never really see
Somewhere out there
Oh, somewhere out there
Is somebody
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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