The first thing you do when you get out to center field is put up your finger and check the wind chill factor.
quote by Mickey Rivers
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Check My Machine
(Spoken) Sticks And Stones May Break My Bones
But Names Will Never Hurt Me
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat) -
I Got A Woman A Long Time Ago
I Had Trouble
I Want You To See What You Can See
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
Check My Machine
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Ad Lib)
I Want You To Check Check Check Check Check My Machine Check Check Check Check Check My
Machine
(Ad Lib)
Check Check Check Check Check My Machine
(Repeat)
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Divided Sky
Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high
[The divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the
pre-Wilson years of She purity in Gamehendge. After listening to the
sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special
root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the
center of the forest. The root is believed to contain the spirit of
Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. After eating the root,
they venture into a vast field at sundown. The field is deep green,
and stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. In the
center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. They climb the
rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night
sky
song performed by by Phish
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The Divided Sky
Ahhh!
Divided sky, the wind blows high
[the divided sky chant is part of an ancient ritual dating back to the
Pre-wilson years of she purity in gamehendge. after listening to the
Sacred sounds for a sloping lawn, three chosen subjects eat a special
Root collected at the base of the enormous mountain that rises in the
Center of the forest. the root is believed to contain the spirit of
Icculus, who lives at the top of the mountain. after eating the root,
They venture into a vast field at sundown. the field is deep green,
And stretches as far as the eye can see in all directions. in the
Center of the field stands an enormous black rhombus. they climb the
Rhombus and begin to sing, paying homage to the gods of the night
Sky.]
song performed by by Phish
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Dont You Worry bout A Thing
Everybodys got a thing
But some dont know how to handle it
Always reachin out in vain
Accepting the things not worth having but
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing, mama
Cause Ill be standing on the side
When you check it out
They say your style of lifes a drag
And that you must go other places
But just dont you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces but
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing, mama
Cause Ill be standing on the side
When you check it out...
When you get off... your trip
Dont you worry bout a thing...
Dont you worry bout a thing...ooh
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing, mama
Cause Ill be standing on the side
When you check it out...
When you get off... your trip
Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
But youre the only one to see
The changes you take yourself through but
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing, pretty mama
Cause Ill be standing in the wings
When you check it out
Dont you worry bout a thing
Repeat and fade
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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If Truth Was A Factor
If truth was a factor,
There'd be no backup to go after.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
We all would benefit from it!
If,
Truth was a factor.
There'd be no sadness that existed.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If truth was a factor,
There'd be no backup to go after.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
We all would benefit from it!
If,
Truth was a factor.
There'd be no sadness that existed.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
And if truth was a factor,
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
There'd be less sadness and more laughter...
If,
Truth was a factor.
If,
Truth was a factor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs
The blind-fold statue sings
The faces of the skies are dark
And the cloud flies.
When the wind sighs
From the door-crevice in
It begs to enter in
How darker are the shadows on the walls
How sad how sad the flame wavers
As on the wall it flickers:
When the wind sighs
The sea’s black turns to green
And on the city-bastions tall
The first chill blow of wind
The first chill dropp of rain
And in the alley strait
Rain-waters gurgle down
The old stone-cobbled streets:
When the wind sighs
When the wind sighs.
poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
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In baseball you hit your home run over the right-field fence, the left-field fence, the center-field fence. Nobody cares. In golf everything has got to be right over second base.
quote by Ken Harrelson
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Chill Pill
Everybody needs to take a chill pill
there's so much love to fill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
let these wounds heal
everybody needs to take a chill pill
Let it be your will
dry all this blood we spill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
find in your heart not to kill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
Think how the world would feel
everybody needs to take a chill pill
think of it as being real
everybody needs to take a chill pill
take your guns and kneel
You won't have to steal
while you watch your tire's peel
everybody needs to take a chill pill
nothing here is that big of a deal
if only it was so surreal
little bird on the windowsill
everybody needs to take a chill pill
(spiritwind-2009)
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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Dont You Worry bout A Thing
(s. wonder)
Everybodys got a thing
But some dont know how to handle it
Always reachin out in vain
Just taking the things not worth havin
Chorus:
But dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing (dont you worry, baby)
cause Ill be standing on the side when you check it out
They say your style of lifes a drag
And that you must go other places
Just dont you feel too bad
When you get fooled by smiling faces
Chorus
When you get off your trip
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing
Chorus
Everybody needs a change
A chance to check out the new
Youre the only one who see
The changes you take yourself through
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing (sweet baby)
cause Ill be standin in the wings when you check it out
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont you worry bout a thing
Dont worry, dont worry, dont worry cause Ill be right here waitin for you baby
Repeat (fade)
song performed by by Incognito
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Escape
Chill factor zero,
hot acid hell.
A nude in my room burns a
hole through my plan for
a quick, easy flight.
poem by Rick Stokes
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The Chill Wind
It's 5 O'Clock on a December morn
From out of the east the wind is borne
Dropping temperatures by 20 degrees
Bundle up or you will freeze
To some the cold's a thrill
Strapping on skis to race downhill
Myself, I'd rather be warm
Stay inside to weather the storm
Down streets and alleys it blows
The chill wind which never slows
Picking up debris along it's way
To leave blocks or miles away
But to work I have to go
Clad in layers from head to toe
Walk to the subway in this gale
Watching leaves and paper taking sail
Undergound, the wind's abated
But this line is an elevated
At stops the doors open wide
And the chill wind rushes inside
Back on the street, with my head bowed
'Damn it's cold' I say out loud
Wishing that I was thicker skinned
The better to stand this chill wind
poem by Harry J. Couchon Jr
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Suppose
Suppose, my dear, that you were I
And by your side your sweetheart sate;
Suppose you noticed by and by
The distance 'twixt you were too great;
Now tell me, dear, what would you do?
I know--and so do you.
And when (so comfortably placed)
Suppose you only grew aware
That that dear, dainty little waist
Of hers looked very lonely there;
Pray tell me sooth--what would you do?
I know, and so do you.
When, having done what I just did
With not a frown to check or chill,
Suppose her red lips seemed to bid
Defiance to your lordly will;
Oh, tell me, sweet, what would you do?
I know, and so do you.
poem by Eugene Field
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Wrapped Around Your Finger
You consider me the young apprentice
Caught between the Scylla and Charibdes.
Hypnotized by you if I should linger
Staring at the ring around your finger.
I have only come here seeking knowledge,
Things they would not teach me of in college.
I cant see the best in me
That you saw
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Mephistopheles is not your name,
But I know what you're up to just the same.
I will listen hard to your tuition,
And you will see it come to it's fruition.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
Devil and the deep blue sea behind me
Vanish in the air you'll never find me.
I will turn your face to alabaster,
Then you'll find your servant is your master,
And you'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger.
You'll be wrapped around my finger.
I'll be wrapped around your finger
song performed by by Underoath
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Remembering November
I do remember November...
It's cool, sharp call,
The cool breeze had all but disappeared,
But the wind, it came, upon us all.
Bundled up with our ascots...
Leather gloves for our hands,
Long woolen leggings to keep them warm,
And fur lined suede boots, on which to stand.
A flurry or two is cast for the morrow...
With winds gusting, to perhaps thirty-five,
Wind chill factor of fifteen,
With a temperature, thatr could freeze a cows hide.
Ice cicle formations begin to dangle...
Hanging as decorations from midnight eaves,
The roof believes that they are ornaments,
For at christmas time, they are well received.
The sidewalks are a dangerous peril...
As the black ice, begins to form,
One mistep, without good balance,
And a broken hip, could be borne!
Enough, i say enough...
Of this folly, of ice winter chill,
Pass it along to some balmy tropic isle,
Because of this frost, we've had our fill.
Premature Winters always trouble...
Coming too early, and lasting, way too long,
Never giving Fall a chance to shine her Orange,
Or give a break, for an early, Spring Bird Song!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Quintetto
[To the tune of "Turning, turning, turning, as wheel goes round."]
RECITATIVE. MR. PAPERSTAMP:
Jack Horner's CHRISTMAS PIE my learned nurse
Interpreted to mean the public purse.
From thence a plum he drew. O happy Horner!
Who would not be ensconced in thy snug corner
THE FIVE:
While round the public board all eagerly we linger,
for what we can get we will try, try, try:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. FEATHERNEST:
By my own poetic laws, I'm a dealer in applause
For those who don't deserve it, but will buy, buy
So round the court I linger, and thus I get a finget
A finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. VAMP:
My share of pie to win, I will dash through thick and thin
And philosophy and liberty shall fly, fly, fly:
And truth and taste shall know, that their eve Iasting foe
Has a finger, finger, finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. KILLTHEDEAD:
I'll make my verses rattle with the din of war and battle,
For war doth increase sa-la-ry, ry, ry:
And I'll shake the public ears with the triumph of Algiers,
And thus I ll get a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. PAPERSTAMP:
And while you thrive by ranting, I'll try my luck at canting,
And scribble verse and prose all so dry, dry, dry:
And Mystic's patent smoke public intellect shall choke,
Arld we ll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
We'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
MR. ANYSIDE ANTIJACK:
My tailor is so clever, that my coat will turn for ever,
And take any colour you can dye, dye, dye:
For all my earthly wishes are among the loaves and fishes,
And to have my little finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
THE FIVE:
And we'll all have a finger, a finger, a finger,
We'll all have a finger in the CHRISTMAS PIE.
poem by Thomas Love Peacock
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Algorithm of a tree (Sextuple Crystalline Poetry)
(A two line image poem, often with a title, in which euphony is the key factor.
Each line may have 8 or 9 syllables to make a total of seventeen)
A free tree is never rooted,
Infinite complete binary tree.
A finger tree has internal nodes and
Each one in this tree has child nodes.
And their connection is a walk,
Parents and children walking the tree.
Nodes without children are called leaves,
While roots are leaves for the finger trees.
Very intelligent are the words tree,
Trees-no one-to-one correspondence,
Adaptive merging operation,
Implementing finger search trees.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Somethings Missing
Im not alone, I wish I was
cause than Id know, Im down because,
I couldnt find, a friend around
To love me like, they do right now.
They do right now.
A desert frown, the shopping malls
I search for joy, then plot it out.
And all is well, I cant complain.
It is just a game, its just a phase.
And I cant tell you just whats keeping me down.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know how to fix it.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know what it is, no I dont know what it is
I dont.
And autumn comes, it doesnt last.
It just walks in, with a bat to lash.
And you never know, when it starts
Until theres fog inside the glass around your summer heart
I cant put my finger on whats keeping me down.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know how to fix it.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know what it is, no I dont know what it is now.
I cant be sure that this state of mine, is not of my own desire
I wish there was an over the counter test, for loneliness.
For loneliness like this.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know how to fix it.
Somethings missing,
And I dont know what it is, no I dont know what it is.
Friends, check. money, check.
Guitar, check. happy home, check. microphone, check.
And I dont know what it is, no I dont know what it is
At all
song performed by by John Mayer
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Love Is In Control
(finger on the trigger)
(Ive) hung around with big shots
Never knew love was in the sights
I guess I missed the target
Caught up in a different line of fire
But I know since Ive been aiming
For the sweetness in your soul
Your name is on the bullet
And its gettin ready to explode
Theres been a change inside my life
And I just wanna let you know
Ive got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
Ive got my finger on the trigger
I aint lettin go
Bass line:
Baby, lets have some fun
A wont cha be my, my
Number one
Mama used to tell me
Girl, you better load your gun up right
She said ya, ya gotta come out smokin
Hit it with your best shot every time
Well I didnt understand her
til you walked right into range
I saw your love at twenty paces
And I new Id won the game
You better raise your heart up high
Or love will blow you right away
Ive got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
Ive got my finger on the trigger
I aint lettin go
Ive got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
Ive got my finger on the trigger
I aint lettin go
Leave off that safety catch
There aint no risk
Were gonna have some fun
Ive got cha, loves begun
So stay with me
Until the mornin sun
Youre superbullet number one
Bass line:
Baby, lets have some fun
A wont cha be my, my
Number one
Theres been a change inside
My life
And I just wanna let you know
Ive got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
Ive got my finger on the trigger
I aint lettin go
Ive got my finger on the trigger
Love is in control
Ive got my finger on the trigger
I aint lettin go...
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song performed by by Donna Summer
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Disengaged Warriors
Wearing darkness
With an empty smile
Conformed crowd
Safety in numbers
Gleefully mount
Their moral towers
Fruitless, lipservice
Scatters words
Wise in their own eyes
Deaf-blind to others
Campaign addicts
House – check
Green wellies - check
Holidays – check
Sat-Nav – Check
Cause for the day is…
Dib, dib, dib…O yes!
Badge, wristband – check
Like yes… really…ok….
Car – check
Causes – check
Opinion – unchecked.
Tirelessly they bore to death
Disengaged warriors for change
Pour lipservice onto wounds
Change for you, change for me,
No change for them – change – check.
Brown rice brigade - check
Disengaged – check!
poem by Adrian Wait
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As A Factor
Persistence with consistency,
Requires more than a risk.
And a doing it with a progess done...
One must stay firm and fit.
As a factor.
With a matter of fact in tact.
And as a factor...
With one's mind focused on that!
Persistence with consistency,
Requires more than a risk.
And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
With one's mind focused on that!
And with a matter of fact in tact.
And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
And as a factor...
One's mind can not drift from this.
And as a factor...
One must stay firm and be fit.
And as a factor...
One can not drift far this.
Or have a mind not feeling it,
Detached from factors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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