I suppose the place where I live is fairly remote, it would seem remote to some people.
quote by Daniel Day Lewis
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No remote is available
I have remote for my television
To change the channels and enjoy various programs;
I have remote also to change the stations
In World Space satellite radio to enjoy melodious music;
I can switch on my air conditioner to
Cool my room and myself using a remote;
But no remote is available with me
To operate my mind and moods
So that I can change and channelize them
To be peaceful and blissful always
poem by Varanasi Ramabrahmam
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Remote Control
Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick
Its the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that wont change your situation
Have you seen what I mean
Im the little gnome thats in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal
The man pushing buttons on remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Until your backs up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So youve got to share your love with a friend
Thats all that youve got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People misled by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
Were all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Things get hectic quick
All of the sudden Im in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy days earth wont sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life it seems to stall
So never be ungrateful yall
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like don king Ive got the crazy hair do
Weve got cameras on mars on space patrol
Controlled on earth by remote control
Go to top
song performed by by Beastie Boys
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But I think you have to - whatever the environment looks like, it does enter into people's art work one way or another; it's very remote or it isn't. It's remote in my work but it has to have a certain degree of ordinariness.
quote by Donald Judd
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If There Is A God That God
If there is a God That God is not for you and yours alone God is for everyone
And for every man and woman and their daughter and their son
When you say God is for you and all of your religion it shows how arrogant you must be
God is in every good living Human Being that's how it would seem to me
A true God would embrace good living people of all religions and all good living non believers as well
The people you have condemned in words to an afterlife of hell,
You do seem so judgemental and in your thinking you seem small
If there is not a God for every good Human Being there is not a God at all
People like you are not in minority and that does seem sad to say
And meeting you and your kind never seems to make my day
To the religious fundamentalists of the World you and your kind belong
But suppose if you think you must be right then you cannot be wrong
If there is a God that God does not live remote from the World of Humankind
And in every good living Human Being that God lives in their mind.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Sometimes I Wonder Why
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
A life of squeezing pillows,
With no one else to hold me...
Close.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
And be alone.
Sometimes I wonder why,
I chose...
To live a single life.
Silent my nights.
And,
Often...
Too remote.
And too often...
I'm reminded,
I chose.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
Sometimes I wonder why.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Their Gifts
the first child boasts of his gift from his papa
a remote controlled toy car
the second cannot be outdone with his
toy gun with matching laser
the third shows his toy chopper
still on remote control
the fourth one says her mama
simply told her
that she loves him very much
his jealous eyes crave for the toy car,
the toy gun, the chopper,
and he is sad, thinking that his mama
has no gift for him
except love.
just love? he is so sad.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Remote Part / Scottish Fiction
(IN REMOTE PART)
In the beginning, there were answers
Then they came along and changed
All these questions and their answers seem to change
So I'll wait ?etil I find the remote part of your heart
Nowhere else will let us choose a comfortable start
We stop in every passing place
To watch the world move faster than we do
Watch it pass with our eyes closed the way we usually choose to
So I'll wait ?etill I find the remote part of your heart
When no where else will let us choose a comfortable start
And even if the breath between us smells of alcohol
Call it confusion in the best way possible
(SCOTTISH FICTION)
It isn't in the mirror, it isn't on the page
It's a red hearted vibration
Pushing through the walls of dark imagination
Finding no equation
There's a red road rage,
But it's not road rage
It's asylum seekers engulfed by a grudge
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
It isn't in the castle, it isn't in the mist
It's a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security will keep you in purity
You will not shake us off
Above or below
Scottish friction, Scottish friction
song performed by by Idlewild
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There are Places (From, To Oscar Act III)
There are places so far away
Where the ocean has its spell
And dark doesn't leave the day
When the night says its farewell
There are times of lasting things
Further out in unknown nowhere
Where a different world sings
Remote from all the reality here
Something no one listens too
For the dreams are very brief
Wishful themes and quite new
That so soon must split and leave
Every heart is what you'll know
Nothing else to reach there out
Wandering waves in tides flow
Reaching to those shores about
There are pleases in the sea
Further on and tenebrific now
Where we all would want to be
But never can reach to somehow
For in reality we must hearken
Holding on to what we're seeing
If there's some somewhat darken
We are not suppose to believing
There are places so far away
Where the oceans has its spell
And dark doesn't leave the day
When the night says its farewell
There are times of lasting things
Further out in unknown nowhere
Where a different world sings
Remote from all the reality here
(Inspired by a whale that came up the Thames)
poem by Peter S. Quinn
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When you are poor, you will have no visitors even if you live in a crowded city; once you become rich, you'll be surprised by visitors from alleged relatives even if you live in a remote location.
Remote Control
Cozy lounge under the neon lights
A glass of red wine after a luscious dinner
Making your night a bright
Staying glued till midnight
Wouldn’t be a matter
You’re spoilt for choices
The channels come in hundreds
Delights of plasma TV keep you stayed focus
Remote control is like kindred
Entertaining you all around
A reason to be aground
Imagine your life as a remote control
A death row convict could be on parole
A murder to be victim could be put on hold
A beggar could be put on payroll
Miss Universe could be your wife
What a life
Obviously we’re not a remote control
We’re governed by rules and regulations
Law and order
Speculation
Success and failure
Bound and bonding
We’re ruled by anarchy or monarchy
Communism or democracy
We’re known by the title we hold
The big money we fold
The fast car we drive
To rate how far we strive
Big home we lived in
To gauge how rich we’ve been
Simplicity shouldn’t be simple
Difficulty shouldn’t be difficult
Commit us to flexibility
Integrity, unity and dignity
We would lead life a plenty
With high morality
Respected by other community
Life without bias
Racism and prejudice
Is the key to peace
After all we’re from the same species
Homo sapiens
Whilst indulges to your remote control
Think about it
And commit
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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Technology
When i turn the television on
i change the channels on and on
i find the right channel with the remote control
i see my idols, they make me lose control! !
When i turn the computer on,
i go to websites in the internet
typing its letters with the keyboard
clicking games with the mouse,
and with no one disturbing me, cause i do it in my house
from generation to generation,
gadgets and gizmo's made by amazing inventors
but three things so simple, i cant be without,
the remote control, keyboard and mouse,
dont need to outside, their inside my house
poem by Trisha Mae Galia
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The sea and the solitary soul
Quiet, near the sea
But miles away from the crowd
Stands the solitary figure
Whose gaze pierces the depth
The dark sea and the dark night
Appears mysterious and too frightening
But she stands unbaffled and remote
The dark sea echoes within her
Remote and alluring…
Both are calm
But with a tumult inside
She is now closer to the sea
Herself the solitary figure
To be one with the sea
To share the isolation
And the alluring mystery
Copyright © 2006, Bindu Borle
poem by Bindu Borle
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On Two Sisters Whose Deaths Were Together
IN woods remote, hid in the mountain hollows,
Doves there are that have a gentler beauty,
Doves that are marked as by a poet's image,
And hence are called Doves of the Wounded Heart.
And such ye were, and we could never learn the
Call that would bring you to our breasts, our hands!
And such ye were, and ye were aliens in our
Barnyard-world Doves of the Wounded Heart!
You who were proud no storm had ever turned your
Flight, and you who were her cherished one
May ye have found, hid in your mountain hollows,
Your wood remote, Doves of the Wounded Heart!
poem by Padraic Colum
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I'm crazy about my father, he's an amazing man, a real adventurer. He took us with him to travel all over the world. We were in places that were so remote, that white people hardly ever reach them.
quote by Peta Wilson
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Some 'Hesitators' Carry Those Thoughts
Each new day should for you,
Bring with it such renewed freshness.
And promises of beginnings,
With old endings dismissed and finished.
To step into tomorrow with today on your mind,
With discussions of those moments gone...
Is an injustice!
And seems such a waste of breath and time.
If people can not find,
They are not unwinding from yesterday?
These folks are simply afraid to live,
In fear of what others about them are said.
And some 'hesitators' carry those thoughts in their heads.
To live a life wondering,
What other people say about them instead!
Filling up spaces with dimmed lighting they do.
In convalescent homes.
And watching TV from remote controled beds.
'Bah hum bug...'
~And happy holidays to you too,
Mister Weinstein.'
And these same people are heard,
Saying they wished,
They had lived their lives...
Enjoyed in their own way.
And now they stare out of windows,
To feel all alone.
With no ringing heard from a telephone.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Place I Love!
The Place I Love!
You’ll never guess the place where I’ve been,
You’ll never believe the things I have seen,
I’ve been to a place that’s hidden from most,
To a secret place, off the north east coast.
It’s quiet, remote, and way off the track,
A place once visited, you’ll long to go back.
A place where rare birds, from Kittiwake, to tern,
Fly to far away places, to always return.
Where the shells on the sand lie, undisturbed,
And the Puffins of Farne, may nest, un-perturbed.
Where the mighty North Sea, meets the place I would be,
To the Farne isles, up north, in the coaly North Sea.
Where the fishermen steer clear, so as not to upset,
This wonderful wildlife, few people have met,
For here is a place, where few folk have been,
Where the fish can swim free, and the waters are clean.
Where the dolphin and seal, may swim side by side,
Where they breed and play courtship, with no need to hide,
Where “flatties”, and haddock, reproduce in large number,
Far, far away, from the industrious Humber!
Go visit, …The North East of England.
poem by Derek. A. Sim
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Cold Beer And Remote Control
All of my days have been misspent
Stuffing out the sofa and the antennas bent
Inside my hearts busting out at the seams
I work for the impossible american dream
I got a job at the grocery store
A few bucks an hour and not much more
The world comes in just to take things away
Eat it all up and then they sleep until day
I try not to care i would lose my mind
Running round after the same thing time after time
Only two things bound to soothe my soul
Cold beer and remote control
Once upon a time i was nobodys fool
Two jobs and showing up for school
I guess it comes apart so little by little
You don't know your there
until your stuck in the middle
I try not to care
I would lose my mind
Running round the same thing time after time
Only two things bound to soothe my soul
Cold beer and remote control
Sit down
The room is dark
The blurry graffiti on the benches
Across at the public park
The plastic splatter (The plastic splatter)
The haze is blue (The haze is blue)
All I want (Want)
Is nothing to do (To do)
Cause it's a long walk to the bus stop
It's a long wait for the turning clock
A too tired car sitting up on the blocks
And things i put aside like that pile of rocks
I try not to care I would lose my mind
Running round the same thing time after time
Only two things bound to soothe my soul
Cold beer and remote control
Yes I try not to care I would lose my mind
(All of my days have been misspent)
Running round the same thing time after time
(Stuffing out the sofa and the antennas bent)
Only two things bound to soothe my soul
(Inside my hearts busting out at the seams)
Cold beer and remote control
(I work for the impossible american dream)
Yeah Cold beer and remote control
(I said I guess it comes apart so little by little yeah)
Yeah beer and remote control
(I said I guess it comes apart so little by little yeah)
Yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Waltz #2
First the mic then a half cigarette
Singing cathy's clown
That's the man that she's married to now
That's the girl that he takes around town
She appears composed, so she is, i suppose
Who can really tell?
She shows no emotion at all
Stares into space like a dead china doll
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
Now she's done and they're calling someone
Such a familiar name
I'm so glad that my memories remote
'cos i'm doing just fine hour to hour, note to note
Here it is the revenge to the tune
"you're no good,
You're no good you're no good you're no good"
Can't you tell that it's well understood
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm here today and expected to stay on and on and on
I'm tired
I'm tired
Looking out on the substitute scene
Still going strong
Xo, mom
It's ok, it's alright, nothing's wrong
Tell mr. man with impossible plans to just leave me alone
In the place where i make no mistakes
In the place where i have what it takes
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
I'm never gonna know you now, but i'm gonna love you anyhow
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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For Heaven
Fire melts the wood,
Loathing the brilliant scene;
I speak for the populace,
And my meanings are attached.
Fire is from the belief of Hell.
Inside this shell is bone,
The shell is the body,
And we shall melt when forgiven,
Open those gates of the gardens
In a place remote, the eternal place.
poem by Naveed Akram
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It's up to people like us, all of us, to address and talk about things like runaway global warming and how we can use things like remote viewing to save our planet.
quote by Jim Sullivan
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