I was two and a half and my folks would put it on the record player and I would run around the house screaming, but I haven't been that hip since.
quote by Leo Kottke
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When I get the record, all it will make me is the player with the most hits. I'm also the player with the most at bats and the most outs. I never said I was a greater player than Cobb.
I Am A Minor Player In This World
I AM A MINOR PLAYER IN THIS WORLD
I am a minor player in this world
A bit player on this stage
Who does not strut
And often barely seems
To be seen.
When the drama ends for me
The main show will go on
Without any break in its rhythm.
A few may notice
But their pain will too be drowned
In the general sound
Of everything else booming or screaming.
I am a bit player
And when the door is closed
The final exit made
This stage will continue to be played upon
As if
I had never scriven on it.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Houses
1898 -- A Song of the Dominions
'Twixt my house and thy house the pathway is broad,
In thy house or my house is half the world's hoard;
By my house and thy house hangs all the world's fate,
On thy house and my house lies half the world's hate.
For my house and thy house no help shall we find
Save thy house and my house -- kin cleaving to kind;
If my house be taken, thine tumbleth anon.
If thy house be forfeit, mine followeth soon.
'Twixt my house and thy house what talk can there be
Of headship or lordship, or service or fee?
Since my house to thy house no greater can send
Than thy house to my house -- friend comforting friend;
And thy house to my house no meaner can bring
Than my house to thy house -- King counselling King.
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Through The Headphones
Stretched out on the bed.
Snuggled up in flannel pj's.
Folded hands on chest.
Headphones placed on ears.
Portable CD player at my side.
Volume up - as much as I can handle.
I listen to my albums
through the headphones.
Hearing the music
in a whole new way.
Up close and personal.
Is this the same 20 year old song?
I never heard that lyric.
I never heard those notes.
I don't hear that on the record player.
I didn't know they did that
in the background.
Through the headphones
the voices come from straight ahead,
somewhere from the left or from the right.
I've never heard these songs this way.
I now have a whole new record collection.
Don't come to my House
Don't come to my house.
I'm not fashion trendy.
I'm not style savvy.
I'm not a "make-up
And foundation" person.
I haven't waxed
My legs.
I haven't tweezed
My brows.
I haven't had my
Facials.
I haven't
Colored my hair.
I haven't yet
Manicured nor
Pedicured.
Don't come to my house,
For if you come, you'll
Come seeking my
Physical beauty…
And push me
Out of my
Comfort-zone.
You are not my hubby
Who loves me just the way
I am.
With him, I can make do
With the barest minimum
That makes me feel
Neat and tidy…
For he loves me
Even if I look untidy ;)
(Poem themed on Acceptance)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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I haven't really been recording in the last several years. I haven't wanted to. And even though I had to deal with Sony and now I'm on Universal again, I will probably put out a new record soon.
quote by Donna Summer
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The Earth Dies Screaming
A warm dry wind is all that breaks the silence,
The highways quiet scars across the land.
People lie, eyes closed, no longer dreaming,
The earth dies screaming.
Like scattered pebbles, cars lie silent waiting,
Oilless engines seized by dirt and sand.
Bodies hanging limp, no longer bleeding,
The earth dies screaming.
The earth dies screaming
The earth dies screaming
Your country needs you, lets strike up the band.
The earth dies screaming
The earth dies screaming
Despite all odds we must defend our land.
Half eaten meals lie rotting on the tables,
Money clutched within a boney hand.
Shutters down, the banks are not receiving,
The earth dies screaming.
song performed by by Ub40
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I Haven't Forgotten
I haven't forgotten when I meet you first!
I haven't forgotten when I greet you last!
I haven't forgotten your pretty face!
I haven't forgotten your smile and grace!
I haven't forgotten how we started chatting!
I haven't forgotten when we started dating!
I haven't forgotten our last walk together!
I haven't forgotten how I became a loser!
I haven't forgotten how it became too late!
I haven't forgotten when I understood fate!
I haven't forgotten that summer's northwester!
I haven't forgotten and won't forget ever!
poem by Asif Andalib
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More Group Oriented
Where have you been?
I haven't seen you in a while.
'Staying away from people,
Who chop folks down...
To build themselves up,
In the eyes of others.'
I have never done that.
'No you haven't.
Not to me directly.
Your efforts are more group oriented,
To keep your involement hidden.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hard Luck
I left the course, and by my side
There walked a ruined tout --
A hungry creature, evil-eyed,
Who poured this story out.
"You see," he said, "there came a swell
To Kensington today,
And, if I picked the winners well,
A crown at least he's pay.
"I picked three winners straight, I did;
I filled his purse with pelf,
And then he gave me half-a-quid
To back one for myself.
"A half-a-quid to me he cast --
I wanted it indeed;
So help me Bob, for two days past
I haven't had a feed.
"But still I thought my luck was in,
I couldn't go astray --
I put it all on Little Min,
And lost it straightaway.
"I haven't got a bite or bed,
I'm absolutely stuck;
So keep this lesson in your head:
Don't over-trust your luck!"
The folks went homeward, near and far,
The tout, oh! where is he?
Ask where the empty boilers are
Beside the Circular Quay.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Ballad Of Buckethead
Whos this guitar-playing sonsa bitch? , is a question common asked.
On his head a bucket of chicken bones, on his face a plaster mask.
Hes the bastard son of a preacher man, on the town he left a stain.
They made him live in a chicken house to try to and hide the shame.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
Farmers would torment him as he snuggled with the hens.
Theyd hose him down with water, and steal his little friends.
Now late at night hed sneak off to the graveyard all alone,
And play a soapbox guitar to the faces made of stone.
Buckethead found his freedom at the age of 17,
When he burned the chicked house down with a quart of gasoline.
He did puppet shows on corners and bought a real guitar,
And with the help of colonel sanders, hes bound to be a star.
He was born in a coop, raised in a cage. children fear him, critics rage.
Hes half alive, hes half dead. folks just call him buckethead.
song performed by by Primus
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Some people are still not into us. That makes sense. We haven't really done a lot of press. We haven't put ourselves out there in ways that a lot of people would know we are still around. Unless you tour or record, they don't know you are around.
quote by Mike McCready
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I didn't have a record player.
quote by Harrison Birtwistle
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Remembering Days of Old
I stood at the gravesite
Remembering days of old
As the memories of her cooking
Wafted through the house
And then the sound of music
On the old record player
Would echo through the house
Jim Reeves and Island Breeze
Swaying to the music
As both mum and dad
Recalled the days of old
They spoke in their mother tongue
First my fathers
Then my mums
It was wonderful to hear
Them banter in fun
Dad would laugh
Mum would scold
Sisters, Brothers hiding in fun
Then at the dinner table
Everyone behaving
Always at their best
Only listening to
What mother knows best
Smiles to one self
Remember the days
Wishing they were here
Sharing their story’s of old
Slides to the ground
Crying one day I will see them once more again
poem by Kaila George
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I did not want to make the widow record. I still haven't made the widow record.
quote by Courtney Love
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I Really Haven't Got The Time
(Mike Pinder)
You want me to ride
In your car outside
Spend some time with you
Just an hour or two
But I really,
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
I'm a busy man
Workin' when I can
I got no time to lend
I got no time, time to spend
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
(Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!)
Instrumental
I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Workin' nine 'til five
Got to stay alive (I've got to stay alive)
Find somebody who (Go find somebody who)
Got some time for you (Who's got the time for you)
But I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
Oh no, I really
No, no, no, no
I really haven't
I really haven't got the time
I really haven't got the time
Really haven't got the time
(Really haven't got time)
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song performed by by Moody Blues
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I'm not performing now. What I do now is listen to music all day long. Listening is very nourishing to me. I might go back to perform, I might make another record. I've got a record half finished.
quote by Michael Nesmith
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Keep It On Going
Keep It On Going By Amy Grant
(A one...two three four.)
Someone's got to keep it on going,
Just as long as they're folks who haven't heard.
So you can count on me, 'cause He's showing
There's so many ways to spread His Word.
Don't you know that
Someone's got to keep it on going, (keep it going)
Just as long as they're folks who haven't heard.
So you can count on me, 'cause He's showing
There's so many ways to spread His Word.
Don't you really know that
Someone's got to keep it on going, (sooooomeone!) (keep it going)
Just as long as they're folks who haven't heard.
So you can count on me, 'cause He's showing
There's so many ways to spread His Word.
Got to listen to me,
Someone's got to keep it on going, (sooooomeone!) (keep it going)
Just as long as they're folks who haven't heard.
So you can count on me, 'cause He's showing
There's so many ways to spread His Word.
Yeah.
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Risky Business
What is all the screaming about?
Aren't they the ones who said,
They wanted less government in their daily affairs?
'Yeah,
But they are losing their investments.
Jobs, homes...
And with that, their respect.
How are they expected to live,
If nothing left is what they get? '
I haven't seen a dime yet...
Or a dollar printed from the mint,
Without someone from the government represented.
With their face boldly on it.
And 'that' had been a dead president.
And folks say they want less government in their lives?
They've got it!
'Well...'
Well nothing.
They shouted for less involvement,
Now they've got just that!
Less of it being circulated.
Giving people what they ask for these days,
Is risky business.
Especially after they've sobered from a sustained stupor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What It Is They Do
Some folks enjoy doing things.
While other folks 'are' what they enjoy doing!
Some folks enjoy cooking.
And then there are cooks.
Some folks enjoy singing.
And then there are those who sing.
Some folks enjoy writing.
I know I do,
And I've been told I am a writer.
Some folks have no problem,
Producing what they do.
And others will say they don't have the time.
Although they waste it telling folks,
What it is they do...
And yet nothing of that,
Ever gets done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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