A lady came up to me on the street and pointed to my suede jacket. 'You know a cow was murdered for that jacket' she sneered. I replied in a psychotic tone, 'I didn't know there were any witnesses. Now I'll have to kill you too.'
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Tech Jacket shares the same tone as Invincible, but the subject matter is very different. Where Invincible is about perfection, Tech Jacket is about flaws.
quote by Robert Kirkman
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A Woman’s Jacket
She thought that I
Was a simple servant
To hang a woman’s jacket
When she enters a room,
To remain downcast
Despite the aroma of her perfume.
I had no desire to undeceive her;
I happened to be there
To visit her husband,
A friend from a former life,
But once I saw his wife,
I had no intentions
To become reacquainted with him.
I gazed at the splendor of her hair,
The majesty of her shoulders,
The elegant way she walked.
I then took her perfumed jacket
Like an obliging servant
And swiftly slipped out of the house
With that jacket and my lovely thoughts.
Perhaps, in a few more years,
I’ll attempt to visit my friend again.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Bipolar Weather
My state is bipolar
One day it's 70 out side
The next its below freezing and snowing
If you wear a jacket one day, your gonna die from a heat wave
The if you don't wear a jacket one day, your gonna freeze like a popsicle and die of
Hypothermia
Make up your mind
poem by Autumn Winds
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Accidental Smile
there were two people met
they're walking in the street
one was an old man
other was a boy
they didn't know each other
they hadn't met before
the old man's eyes almost blind
and the boy forgot wearing his glasses
the old man thought he met his neighbor's son
the boy wore same spotlight jacket
so he smiled to him
the boy thought he met someone knows him
he couldn't see clearly but the old man's lips seen smiled
so he smiled back to him
there were two people met
they're walking in the street
one was an old man
other was a boy
they didn't know each other
they hadn't met before
but they smiled each other
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Sometimes We Cry (feat. Van Morrison)
Sometimes we know
Sometimes we don't
Sometimes we give
And sometimes we won'y
Sometimes we're strong
And sometimes we're wrong
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes it's bad
When the going gets tough
Help me look in the mirror
Help me wanna give up
Sometime you know leave it
Want to try
Sometimes we cry
Well we gonna have to sit down
And think it through
Yeah, if we only hear them
What more can we do
The only thing to do
Is eat humble pie
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cry
For they put me in a jacket (For they put me in a jacket)
Take me away (Take me away)
I ain't gonna fake it (I ain't gonna fake it)
Not like Johny Rain ( Not like Johny Rain)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
Sometimes we can't (Sometimes we can't)
See everything straight (See everything straight)
Sometimes everybody ( Sometimes everybody)
Is on the make (Is on the make)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
For they put me in a jacket (For they put me in a jacket)
Take me away (Take me away)
I ain't gonna fake it (I ain't gonna fake it)
Not like Johny Rain ( Not like Johny Rain)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry)
(There we go) Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we live (Sometimes we live)
Sometimes we die (Sometimes we die)
Sometimes we cry (Sometimes we cry
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Birds Fly
A little too tall for me
Beautiful flowing hair
Over a tailored jacket
Purse and matching - - - - - -
Those long legs
Then she turned
I saw the face with
The same sharp crisp lines
The rest of her had promised
She went walking by - - - - -
Not for me
Just to get by
The strides
The way her jacket swung
Draping her as she walked
It was like watching a bird
Through your shaded window
As it pauses on your lawn
Unless something makes a noise
Then birds fly
poem by Tom J. Mariani
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Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie
I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use.
My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river.
But I'm turning again.
And I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I've been second to none:
this horse was ready to run.
Now I'm has-been and used:
disarmed and de-fused
but I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
I'm egg over-easy
and I'm washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
fat wind in your sail
and I'm turning again.
Well, I'm turning again.
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, I'm turning again
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Gold-tipped Boots, Black Jacket & Tie
Im banered and bruised. I got lines I cant use.
My head wont deliver. well, Im sold down the river.
But Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Ive been second to none:
This horse was ready to run.
Now Im has-been and used:
Disarmed and de-fused
But Im turning again.
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Im egg over-easy
And Im washing-up squeezy.
Appliance for sale:
Fat wind in my sail
And Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Well, Im turning again.
Yes, 'n Im turning again.
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie.
Well, Im turning again.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Zoot Suit
I'm the hippiest number in town and I'll tell you why,
I'm the hippiest number in town and i'll tell you why,
I'm the snappiest dresser right down to my inch wide tie,
I'm the snappiest dresser right down to my inch wide tie,
And to get you wise I'll explain it to you,
And to get you wise i'll explain it to you,
A few of the things that a face is supposed to do.
A few of the things that a face is supposed to do.
I wear zoot suit jacket with side vents five inches long,
I wear zoot suit jacket with side vents five inches long,
I have two-tone ????? yeah you know this is wrong.
I have two-tone brogues yeah you know this is wrong.
But the main thing is unless you're a fool,
But the main thing is unless you're a fool,
Ah you know you gotta know, yeah you know, yeah you gotta be cool.
Ah you know you gotta know, yeah you know, yeah you gotta be cool.
So all you tickets I just want you to dig me,
So all you tickets i just want you to dig me,
With my striped zoot jacket that the sods can plainly see,
With my striped zoot jacket that the sods can plainly see,
So the action lies with all of you guys,
So the action lies with all of you guys,
Is how you look in the other, the other, yeah, the other cat's eye.
Is how you look in the other, the other, yeah, the other cat's eye.
Well don't you see, well don't you see, well don't you see now,
Well don't you see, well don't you see, well don't you see now,
Well don't you see now, come on baby, 'cause don't you see now, oh baby,
Well don't you see now, come on baby, 'cause don't you see now, oh baby,
Well don't you see now, you drive me wild, hmm hmm hmm, you're crazy-looking now.
Well don't you see now, you drive me wild, hmm hmm hmm, you're crazy-looking now.
song performed by by Who
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Bleeding Rose
red streaks run along the
edges of the white petals
like the ones that run down her arms
trickling slowly down the stem
and to the floor
like the tears she sheds every
second of the day
the red stains upon the
leaves unwashed
the red stains upon her fingers
untouched
red stained carpet and
red stained cloths
a jacket worn at all times
a black jacket covering the scars
red puddles left behind
and a Bleeding Rose
poem by Chessney Ferguson
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Study in Red
Red - and blue
And oh so true
Hot - jazz - flash
And gold-toned sax
Relaxed and breaking through.
Red - and gray
City day and night
Passed through - righteously
To passing few who
Come in bright.
Red - and black
Man in red velvet jacket
Smooth and sharp and
Laugh - dark - hello
For come and go.
Red - and white
Lady in black
Jacket - so right
And new and playing
Bright white and black
With who can do it
Righteous and true.
Red - and gold
All love is sold
And time enfolds
Dreams of morning horn
To forewarn a passing few.
Of hot - jazz - flash
And midnight past
Believing in no true
Sound but Red
And blue.
poem by Christine Natale
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Blue Suede Shoes
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-hello! a-good evening!
Ah!
Okay?
Okay, were just gonna do numbers that we know, you know, cause weve never played together before.
Okay.
Well, its a one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go!
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can knock me down, step in my face,
Slander my name all over the place;
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can burn my house, steal my car,
Drink my liquor from the old fruit jar.
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, hey!
Well, its blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off my blue suede shoes.
-thank you!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Blue Suede Shoes
Recorded live at the varsity stadium, toronto, 13 september 1969
-hello! a-good evening!
Ah!
Okay?
Okay, were just gonna do numbers that we know, you know, cause weve never played together before.
Okay.
Well, its a one for the money, two for the show,
Three to get ready, now go, cat, go!
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can knock me down, step in my face,
Slander my name all over the place;
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, you can burn my house, steal my car,
Drink my liquor from the old fruit jar.
Do anything that you wanna do,
But, aw-aw, honey, lay off them shoes.
Dont you step on my blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off them blue suede shoes.
Well, hey!
Well, its blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes,
Hey, blue, blue, blue suede shoes.
Well, you can do anything
But lay off my blue suede shoes.
-thank you!
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Habit
I always have a habit
of wearing long sleeves
and a coat or jacket
never mind the weather.
When it is really hot,
my coat or jacket stays on.
Often I look around and see
people looking at me,
and then start melting underneath the heat.
They keep saying that it’s hot.
I, myself feel nice and cool;
they can never understand it
and say I should be melting too.
I just smile and carry on.
My normal answer is
that I burn easily.
Which incidentally I do,
but if I wrap up like a mummy
I don’t burn at all,
in fact I always feel rather cool.
10 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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The Jacket
Through the Plagues of Egyp' we was chasin' Arabi,
Gettin' down an' shovin' in the sun;
An' you might 'ave called us dirty, an' you might ha' called us dry,
An' you might 'ave 'eard us talkin' at the gun.
But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new --
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do,
Nor we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
One day they gave us orders for to shell a sand redoubt,
Loadin' down the axle-arms with case;
But the Captain knew 'is dooty, an' he took the crackers out
An' he put some proper liquor in its place.
An' the Captain saw the shrapnel, which is six-an'-thirty clear.
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
"Will you draw the weight," sez 'e, "or will you draw the beer?"
An' we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
~For the Captain, etc.~
Then we trotted gentle, not to break the bloomin' glass,
Though the Arabites 'ad all their ranges marked;
But we dursn't 'ardly gallop, for the most was bottled Bass,
An' we'd dreamed of it since we was disembarked:
So we fired economic with the shells we 'ad in 'and,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
But the beggars under cover 'ad the impidence to stand,
An' we couldn't keep 'em waitin' very long.
~And the Captain, etc.~
So we finished 'arf the liquor (an' the Captain took champagne),
An' the Arabites was shootin' all the while;
An' we left our wounded 'appy with the empties on the plain,
An' we used the bloomin' guns for pro-jec-tile!
We limbered up an' galloped -- there were nothin' else to do --
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Battery came a-boundin' like a boundin' kangaroo,
But they didn't watch us comin' very long.
~As the Captain, etc.~
We was goin' most extended -- we was drivin' very fine,
An' the Arabites were loosin' 'igh an' wide,
Till the Captain took the glassy with a rattlin' right incline,
An' we dropped upon their 'eads the other side.
Then we give 'em quarter -- such as 'adn't up and cut,
('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!)
An' the Captain stood a limberful of fizzy -- somethin' Brutt,
But we didn't leave it fizzing very long.
~For the Captain, etc.~
We might ha' been court-martialled, but it all come out all right
When they signalled us to join the main command.
There was every round expended, there was every gunner tight,
An' the Captain waved a corkscrew in 'is 'and.
~But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, etc.~
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Blue Suede Shoes
You can knock me down,
Slap my face
Slander my name
All over the place
Do anything that you want to do,
But oh oh honey,
Lay of them blue suede shoes
Now don't you step
On my blue suede shoes
Well you can do anything
But lay of them blue suede shoes
Ah go!
You can burn my house,
Steal my car,
Drink my liquor
From a old fruit jar
Do anything
That you want to do,
But ah ah honey,
Lay of them blue suede shoes
And don't you step
On my blue suede shoes, please
Well you can do anything
But lay of them blue suede shoes
Ah go, hit it, Carl (Perkins)!
Well blue blue,
Blue suede shoes
Yeah blue blue,
Blue Suede shoes
Blue blue blue,
Blue suede shoes
Yeah brown brown
Brown suede boots
Yeah brown brown
Brown suede boots
Well you can do anything
But lay of them blue suede shoes
song performed by by Beatles
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The Street Only Knew Your Name
Your street, rich street or poor
You should always be sure of your street
There's a place in your heart,
When you know from the start
And you can't be complete without a street
Keep movin' on, just like a train
Sometimes you gotta look back to the street again
Would you prefer all those castles in spain
Or a view of the street from your window pane
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name, precious name
There was walter and joy, kate and roy
All hung around the corner lamplight
Get together sing some songs
Like boppin' the blues - you make me feel alright
That was long before fortune and fame
No such thing as a star when you've played that game
Everyone knew who everyone was
There was no preference in the street no, no
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name, oh your precious name
And you walked around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
And you walk around in the heart of town
Listening for that sound
Blue suede shoes, it was the blue suede shoes
When you were young, so young
So very very young
When you were young, so young
So very very young
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
And the street only knew your name
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Sometimes We Cry
Sometimes we know, sometimes we dont
Sometimes we give, sometimes we wont
Sometimes were strong, sometimes were wrong
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes its bad when the going gets tough
When we look in the mirror and we want to give up
Sometimes we dont even think well try
Sometimes we cry
Well were gonna have to sit down and think it right through
If were only human what more can we do
The only thing to do is eat humble pie
Sometimes we cry
fore they put me in a jacket, and they take me away
Im not gonna fake it like johnnie ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry
Sometimes we cant see anything straight
Sometimes everybody is on the make
Sometimes its lonely on the lost highway
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
Gonna put me in a jacket, and take me away
Im not gonna fake it like johnnie ray
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
Sometimes we live, sometimes we die
Sometimes we cry, sometimes we cry
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Racing to another world
One afternoon in Bedfordview, Johannesburg
we were leaving to go to a restaurant
and were in the parking lot at work,
when a black man on a bicycle
came down the hill
in Kirkby avenue,
pedalling as if possessed
and racing to another world.
He passed the motorbike
of a Links Pharmacy delivery man
and went as fast
as a racing bicycle could go
and at the t-junction
with oxford street
took a forty five degree turn
at great speed.
The man had a blazer on
and was still pedalling
as he took the turn
and the jacket opened
on his sides like wings,
before he hit the
stone edge of the road
and went straight
into a sign warning
about a stop street up ahead.
With arms spread out
like a human scarecrow,
or a shop mannequin,
he hanged with the jacket
on the sign,
as if dead
while the bicycle somersaulted
before landing against
some white stemmed blue gum trees.
Kids playing in the park were astounded
and and the people with me
and I laughed,
while he stayed motionless
hanging in the air
and other people gathered there.
l’Envoi
Within minutes an ambulance stopped
and I started feeling guilty about laughing
while they laid him down,
tried to help him in vain,
pulled a grey blanket over his body and head
and took the bicycle along
on the ride to the morgue.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Leaving A Lofty Place
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Appreciating an arrivial done,
To acknowledge one day an end will come...
With a feeling of an accomplishment,
That came to one as a surprise.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
No pedestal should be loved so great,
To satiate a promising of a permanence determined.
Although leaving a lofty place to be replaced,
Can bring tears to eyes...
To those who try to fly even higher.
'Who do we have here? '
~We had to put a strait jacket on this one.
They believed that using the superglue,
Would keep them sitting on top forever.~
'Oh well...
Some are more graceful than others,
Upon their departures.
Don't you think the strait jacket is a bit severe? '
~It took hours to pry this one loose for the pedestal.
We didn't want to take any chances,
Of having a suicide on our hands.~
'Geeessshh.
Let's hope the next one is more gracious.
Is the raffle set to pick another one? '
~Yep.
We're ready when you are.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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