I don't like the sound of all the lists he's making.
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I don't like the sound of all those lists he's making - it's like taking too many notes at school you feel you've achieved something when you haven't.
quote by Dodie Smith
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I've learned to look like I'm listening to long confusing plots of cartoons and comic books when I'm actually sound asleep or making grocery shopping lists in my head.
quote by Patricia Heaton
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So the books have a greater appeal to a British audience, but that hasn't stopped them making best-seller lists in places like Brazil, Japan and at least a dozen other countries.
quote by Bernard Cornwell
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The List!
i came to age
in the land of Nixon,
and J Edgar Hoover....
when if you even breathed
the truth you made the lists,
the lists that no one saw!
from the America of LBJ,
the slaughter of the Kennedys',
and Martin Luther King....
and open war on the students
at Kent State who dared to stand....
against an unholy war....
civil rights, flag burnings,
draft card burnings....
women's rights, and change....
that we didnt finish....
now our own children stand
up in protest against a way
of life that isnt living....
and again the police
and the riot squads....
will there be lists this time?
unholy.....unholy........unholy
wars.. .....lifestyles.....'justice'!
put me on the list!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sea Knows When
shy of blue getting through
dodging pain from me and you
it's my cave, my last ideal to put the bed out in the hall
we're diving now
we're plotting charts and finding faults
we're making lists down in the vaults
i have no angel to watch me fall
sky of blue and i told you
that i don't know how i should do
i wrote it down, i threw it out
now i find i'm left without
and the sea knows when it's going to end
song performed by by Nada Surf
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Making Love Out Of Nothing At All
(jim steinman)
I know just how to whisper,
And I know just how to cry;
I know just where to find the answers;
And I know just how to lie.
I know just how to fake it,
And I know just how to scheme;
I know just when to face the truth,
And then I know just when to dream.
And I know just where to touch you,
And I know just what to prove;
I know when to pull you closer,
And I know when to let you loose.
And I know the night is fading,
And I know that times gonna fly;
And Im never gonna tell you everything
Ive got to tell you,
But I know Ive got to give it a try.
And I know the roads to riches,
And I know the ways to fame;
I know all the rules
And then I know how to break em
And I always know the name of the game.
But I dont know how to leave you,
And Ill never let you fall;
And I dont know how you do it,
Making love out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all,
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all.
Every time I see you all the rays of the sun
Are streaming through the waves in your hair;
And every star in the sky is taking aim
At your eyes like a spotlight,
The beating of my heart is a drum, and its lost
And its looking for a rhythm like you.
You can take the darkness from the pit of the night
And turn into a beacon burning endlessly bright.
Ive got to follow it, cause everything I know, well its nothing till I give it to you.
I can make the run or stumble,
I can make the final block;
And I can make every tackle, at the sound of the whistle,
I can make all the stadiums rock.
I can make tonight forever,
Or I can make it disappear by the dawn;
And I can make you every promise that has ever been made,
And I can make all your demons be gone.
But Im never gonna make it without you,
Do you really want to see me crawl?
And Im never gonna make it like you do,
Making love out of nothing at all.
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
Out of nothing at all
(making love)
song performed by by Air Supply
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Man's making, , , !
Flowers are
Making
Beauty...
Trees are
Making
Wonder...
Rain are
making
River...
Sun are
Making
Day...
Moon are
Making
Night...
Man are
Making
Many thing's supper
Something's is
Tenson...
Woory...
Hurry. ..
With out love of heart...! ?
Day for day
Man's making...! ?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Sounds that should not be missed
Sound of blossom of a flower,
I desire to hear,
the sound of nature.
Sound of rain's glassy water drop,
over a roof's top,
the sound of joy.
Sound of beat of our heart,
through our ears caught,
the sound of wonder.
Sound of delicious supper in boil,
after a great day's toil,
the sound of hunger.
Sound of a mother's loving ballad,
hearing the cry of her toddler,
the sound of love! ! !
poem by Shyam Balaji
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Black History Month
In January...
There they are making history.
In February...
There they are making history.
In March...
There they are making history.
In April...
There they are making history.
In May...
There they are making history.
In June...
There they are making history.
In July...
There they are making history.
In August...
There they are making history.
In September...
There they are making history.
In October...
There they are making history.
In November...
There they are making history.
In December...
There they are making history.
But...
It's nice to know
The shortest month of the year
Was chosen to celebrate
The great deeds of African-Americans!
However...
It is those LEAP YEARS,
That really have the blacks jumping for joy!
Note: 'Black History Month' along with other
works of interest can be found in...
*'MindPrints from Untouched Places-VOL I'*
~Now available online at a PC near you~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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2010/05/16 Outlawed
Psychologically preparing for returning to
work tomorrow, making lists, Production
Sheet of everything I did during the month
Month Sheet for everything we ALL did
during the month
Work-On-Hand, a list of work to be done by
me in the coming week, another list of work
to be done by the whole Section during the
coming week, sheet upon sheet, a list of
lists to be listed
By the time we are finished listing I will have
done so much soul-searching, seeking out
shortcomings in my conscience, I shall know
I am a criminal, guilty for being born, even more
guilty for living on
Guilty for breathing and dreaming of a better world
where freedom and joy, love and acceptance abound
guilty for being a flawed human being who should be
kept in the straightjacket of legislation, laws and
regulations - guilty for being
A specimen of the species homo erectus - bureaucracy
has been designed to strangle all humanity out of me -
but I learnt to love breathing because breathing
has been outlawed...
*
Let’s kill the world, let’s all die out, it’s my highest dream
to become extinct, let’s kill the world, let’s all die out,
my highest vision is one of extinction...
poem by Margaret Alice
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Dont Look Down
Dont look down
Theyre making sorta crazy sounds
Dont look down, no
Dont know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy sound, I dont look down
From central park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down, no
I went this morning to the cemetary
To see old rudy valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
cause they were making crazy sounds
From central park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
Theres always something else
Dont look down, no
When I see you standing there
I cant see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I cant look down
From central park to shanty town
Ive always heard that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down, no
Dont look down
Dont look, dont look down
No I wont be bored I wont be there
Look at life its no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I dont look down
From central park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down
Dont look down, no
Well, dont look, dont look down
song performed by by David Bowie
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Love 4 Fun
So you think you got it all worked out
And what youre searching for
Isnt what you found
Up in this world thats on the run
A lot of hits but only a few
Number ones
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making good
On everything I said
So baby just relax
And let me do my thing
Up in my world you better run
Theres only room
For the few who can come
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
When you dont have a place to go
When everything feels the same
I can change what you think you know
Making love my way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
Im making love for fun
Are you looking for a holiday
Im making love for fun
Why would you do it any other way
song performed by by Enrique Iglesias
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Warm Machine
I memorize the basics
Making strange faces
There's a thousand miles to go
Without blinking
Gravitate spacewards
Find a home for the head
From my basement
No darkness ever left
This is the night
This is the sound
Here comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
Some days are playful
Making play faces
But we will not let it through
The darkness and the sense
Or being born to lose
This is the night
This is the sound
Her comes the warm machine
Such a warm machine
This is the life
This is the sound
Here comes a warm machine
Such a warm machine
If I never know we can only feel
I'll take the help
I'll take a slice
Warm alright now
Cos I feel alright
I memorize the basics
song performed by by Bush from The Science Of Things
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The Woodpecker
What is that knock-knock sound?
I hear it when it's quiet.
I look and listen for the source.
It's the woodpecker looking for its diet.
I found him upright on the bark
of a tall and lanky pine
making a hole as he taps repeatedly
with his beak that's pointy and fine.
It seems he's making a nest today
pecking away with his beak.
And in between he takes some time
to eat insects as I try to catch a peek.
But the sight that I catch as he pecks away
is not as interesting to me
as his knock-knock sound that I listen to
on my tall and barky tree.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Japa-yajna
Carrier wave; sine curve; you see it
on the heartscan lifescreen
in the intensive care ward
as if with no regard for you
it’s self-sufficient; sufficient to the self;
the same curve that the flute’s note makes onscreen,
pure as Krishna’s smile; his lips
making breath into sound
hear that, hear that which
runs day and night; repetition
that always never does repeat
and only when you’re still
will you know with Krishna
the sound of inner sacrifice
that never ends and yet
so pure it’s given beyond sought;
flute’s sound beyond all sound;
how still the room is now.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Sound Of Lost Love
*Heart sound*
An Indian’s drum
Thunder in the sky
The bass in a song
*Heart sound*
The sound of love
*Heart sound*
*Heart sound*
Gunshots through the air
Bumps on the road
Sticks of dynamite
*Heart sound*
The sound of love
*Heart sound*
*Slow heart sound*
Glass breaking
The ripping of paper
Nails on a chalkboard
*Slow heart sound*
The sound of lost love
*Slow heart sound*
poem by Paul Celano
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In the 1940s a survey listed the top seven discipline problems in public schools talking, chewing gum, making noise, running in the halls, getting out of turn in line, wearing improper clothes, not putting paper in wastebaskets. A 1980s survey lists these top seven drug abuse, alcohol abuse, pregnancy, suicide, rape, robbery, assault. (Arson, gang warfare and venereal disease are also-rans.)
quote by George Will
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Dont Look Down
Pop/williamson
Dont look oown
Theyre making sorta crazy sounds
Dont look down no
Dont know who else came to kneel
On this empty battlefield
But when I hear that crazy s0und I dont look down
From central park to shanty town
I always hear that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down. no
I went this morning to the cemetary
To see old rudy valentino buried
Lipstick traces on his name
He never looked down
cause they were making crazy sounds
From central park to shanty town
He always heard that crazy sound
Theres always something else
Dont look down. no
When I see you standing there
I cant see the clothes you wear
I just hear that crazy sound
And I cant look down
Ive always heard that crazy sound
From new york to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down. no
Dont look down
Ddnt look. dont look down
No I wont be bored I wont be there
Look at life it s no piece of cake
When I hear that crazy sound
I dont look down
From central park to sl-lantr town
I lways hear rhat crazr soljnd
Fiolq new rork to shanty town
Theres always something else
Dont look down. no
Dont look down
Ddnt look. dont look down
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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breaking Of The Covalent Bond
I
Had seen
The union unique
Melting completely like a lead
A spirit full of glass half is you half is me
We drank together to be one and blotting out being two
Blowing out independent existence making a covalent bond
We were one minstrel singing song sweet in alleys and street
A sound boom bang we misunderstood, no more I sing
A bone in the throat and forget the rhythm and tune
Now I am a poet of pain and melancholy I drink
But sorrow, live but without soul, half you
Snatched and half with me Dead I see
Dream but breaking sound
Of cracking sea making
A wave tumultuous
Threatening
Me to tear
Apart.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Making Believe
(jimmie work)
Making believe that you still love me
Its leaving me alone and so blue
Still Ill always dream, but Ill never own you
Making believe, its all I can do
Cant hold you close when youre not with me
Youre somebodys love, youll never be mine
Making believe Ill spend my lifetime
Loving you and making believe
Making believe I never lost you
But my happy hours are so few
My plans for the future will never come true
Making believe what else can I do
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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