I was going to live on my salary or go down swinging.
quote by Gene Tierney
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Rubbish Sad Salary Somber N
rubbish sad salary somber n'
exquisite
influenced by everything.
rubbish sad salary somber n'
intricate a
Rubiks Cube, Waldo was found
in an outhouse by the summit of an epoch
the 1920s washed out into depressive oblivion. Simon included
this in his autobiography, written in the 3rd person.
rubbish sad salary somber n'
infinite.
rubbish sad salary
rubbish sad salary
a sombering quintet.
A Rent Free Home To Live In
once you were offered
a rent free home to live in
for you and your family
a full time job
for both your wife
and yourself
a much higher salary
than you were making
a salary for your wife
house was warm freshly painted
beautify prepared for your family
not taken was this opportunity
a school was next street behind
but a short walk for your children
your salary was fully guaranteed
house waited empty a full year for thee
opportunity open dawn bright for thee
salary guaranteed in perpetuity for thee
you chose instead nuts and bolts living
you choose instead continued paying renting
time passes now your bills I am not paying
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Managers, regardless of salary, should not be allowed to earn or use comp time. They are expected to work as many hours as needed to get the job done - especially at these salary levels.
Dont Say No
(a. bell / v. clarke)
Collecting conversation from the silence of the room.
Misguided information, telling lies will never do.
No better known occasion for improving the score.
Paid my contribution, wont play this game no more.
Im done with hesitation, got no stationary blues.
Gonna use my imagination like the way I used to do.
Headlong into passion, a sensational move.
Made the right connection, Im falling for the groove.
Im swinging high and Im swinging low,
And Im getting down and Im to and fro.
And thats the way the party goes.
Im making no mistaking, its a true live picture show.
So forget the final curtain and forget the bit of blow.
Got a lot of combination, its a fusion of love.
Mention intervention been bitten by the blow.
Im swinging high and Im swinging low,
And Im getting down and Im to and fro.
And thats the way the party goes.
Im done with hesitation, got no stationary blues.
Gonna use my imagination like the way I used to do.
Headlong into passion, a sensational move.
Made the right connection, Im falling for the groove.
Im swinging high and Im swinging low,
And Im getting down and Im to and fro.
Aint that the way the party goes?
Im swinging high and Im swinging low,
And Im getting down and Im to and fro.
And thats the way the party goes.
And thats the way the party goes.
And thats the way the party goes.
song performed by by Erasure
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There's no way I can justify my salary level, but I'm learning to live with it.
quote by Drew Carey
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Too Much Of Nothing
Now, too much of nothing
Can make a man feel ill at ease.
One mans temper might rise
While another mans temper might freeze.
In the day of confession
We cannot mock a soul.
Oh, when theres too much of nothing,
No one has control.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can make a man abuse a king.
He can walk the streets and boast like most
But he wouldnt know a thing.
Now, its all been done before,
Its all been written in the book,
But when theres too much of nothing,
Nobody should look.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
Too much of nothing
Can turn a man into a liar,
It can cause one man to sleep on nails
And another man to eat fire.
Evrybodys doin somethin,
I heard it in a dream,
But when theres too much of nothing,
It just makes a fella mean.
Say hello to valerie
Say hello to vivian
Send them all my salary
On the waters of oblivion
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My motto was always to keep swinging. Whether I was in a slump or feeling badly or having trouble off the field, the only thing to do was keep swinging.
quote by Hank Aaron
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Swinging first and swinging to kill is all that matters now.
quote by Ernie Pyle
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No Charge and No Price
If I was an engineer
A lawyer or a doc.
A musician or a poet
My salary would be top.
If I was yet a surgeon
A scientist or a barrister
My salary would rise again
It would be so much higher.
Apart from my profession
I'm blessed to be a mother,
To love and guide you throughout life
And keep you like no other.
Apart from the necessities
Of all our daily lives,
To keep the home fires burning
And balance out the strife.
I give you access to my wisdom
And how to find your truth
To go through life compassionately,
And not go through the roof!
All the things which matter not
I teach you to discern.
I listen to your troubles
And show you how to earn.
A 'living' not just money,
But a balanced way of life
To help you to be calm and true
And rise above the strife.
Apart from these core issues,
I cook, wash, iron and dust.
I shop for all the family
And not because I must.
If I was paid in pounds and pence
For all these tasks I do.
A millionaire I soon would be,
Just for loving you.
Instead the salary I command,
For being your friend and mother,
Is zero; for there is no charge.
I love you as no other.
poem by Rosi Caswell
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Swinging Doors
Life can be like swinging doors
with people coming and going.
Some come in to stay awhile,
while others come in
for only moments at a time.
The swinging doors are never locked
and swing both ways.
There are those who enter
and never want to leave
and others who never want to stay.
Life is so unpredictable
and the swinging doors
are always busy
with people coming and going
from one day to the next.
1 September 2011
poem by David Harris
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Psychopathic Need To Control Dominate Exploit
when you give a bully monster
like Peter Matthew right to hire fire
personal power to reduce salary
he will lower worker salary
personally rewrite each contract
cut lean employee bone out
privileges perks in contract
to pulse nerves divide workers
to control conquest cut wages
if you do not accept reduced salary
not negotiable such a boss will fire thee
from evil he shall do you will be free
need to control dominate exploit
people is strong in obsequious snakes hit
toadying assertive pay back black list
such individuals feel compelled to keep
do you feel sorry for this nasty sneaky creep?
beware further victims turn coats reap
would you for a few power dollars more start
a hit list nail stakes through an employee heart?
it is painful to watch souls from morality depart
poem by Terence George Craddock
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This Is Payment Price This Poet Pays
My friend is a salary man luckily gainfully employed
five days a week for eight hours a day he earns his pay.
I also for decades worked my days for weekly monthly pay.
I studied hard put in extra time to fully earn my worker pay,
years sped by I worked and worked to earn hard earned pay,
now for a time a time and a half I do not work this way.
I write I write each day by day or through long night.
I work far harder than I did employed in salary fight.
I live on savings hard earned to earn a right to write.
I charge not chance reader read or read not just as you like.
I work I sacrifice to give gift of love as free as stars above.
I give in time in thought in words in wisdom I give in love.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Having A Party
(sam cooke)
Yeah, clap your hands
Were having a party,
Dancing to the music
Played by the d.j.
On the radio
The cokes are in the icebox,
Popcorns on the table
Me and my baby, yeah,
Were out here on the floor, oh yeah
So, mister, mr. d.j.
Keep those records playing
Coz Im having
Such a good time,
Dancing with my baby
Everybodys swinging,
Sallys doing that twist now
If you playrequests now,
Ive got a few for you
Play that one called soul twist.
Play that one called I know
Dont forget them mashed potatoe
No other songs will do
So, mister, mr. d.j.
Keep those records playing
Coz Im having
Such a good time,
Dancing with my baby
Having a party
So, mister, mr. d.j.
Keep those records playing
Coz Im having
Such a good time,
Dancing with my baby
Having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
On the radio
Yeah
Were having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
Yeah
On the radio
Bring it way down now
Were having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
On the radio
Were having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
Where is it
On the radio
Just two more times
Were having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
On the radio
Were having a party
Everybodys swinging
Dancing to the music
On the radio
Yeah, yeah, oh oh
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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A Swinging Time
Swinging highs, swinging lows,
Higher and Higher she goes,
Going up to meet the sky,
Like a bird, she will fly,
Going higher, daredevil try,
For a moment, for a while,
Descending, breaking smile.
Caressing wind, her hair blows,
Gentle breeze, rosy cheek glows,
Like the sea that ebbs and flows,
Childhood memory forever knows.
Japanese lullaby
Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,--
Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes;
Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging--
Swinging the nest where her little one lies.
Away out yonder I see a star,--
Silvery star with a tinkling song;
To the soft dew falling I hear it calling--
Calling and tinkling the night along.
In through the window a moonbeam comes,--
Little gold moonbeam with misty wings;
All silently creeping, it asks, "Is he sleeping--
Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?"
Up from the sea there floats the sob
Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore,
As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning--
Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more.
But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,--
Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes;
Am I not singing?--see, I am swinging--
Swinging the nest where my darling lies.
poem by Eugene Field
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A Swinging Bridge
A swinging bridge,
My, love to you is like the muse of your act;
But the sun will rise on us always.
I love you and you love me,
But to whom is this sun shing up to?
For this life is all about us.
A swinging bridge,
And like the muse of joy!
But the bombs dropping on us now are like,
A paradise with a very dark shadow! !
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I don't talk about my salary.
quote by Howard Stern
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Live
Clear out your mind
Look to your past and see what you can find
Stole soul afraid
Of the prophets perfect picture falls away
Is this the life that we choose to live
Or is this the life that has been giving
Now is the time to see what my life should be
What is mine!?
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
It's a timeless rage
For many people praying to be saved
Truth is so strong
It needs lights to guide it so it can carry on
I've seen blood on my hands
Am I dead or is this where it begins
I feel the shame
For my friend who put a bullet in his brain!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
I've got
You've got
We've got
Something to die for
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now
We live in!
We live in!
We live in Shangri La now!
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We live in Shangri La now
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We live in!
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Out in the Garden
Out in the garden,
Out in the windy, swinging dark,
Under the trees and over the flower-beds,
Over the grass and under the hedge border,
Someone is sweeping, sweeping,
Some old gardener.
Out in the windy, swinging dark,
Someone is secretly putting in order,
Someone is creeping, creeping.
poem by Katherine Mansfield
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The more they applaud, the bigger your salary will be.