A plumber is an adventurer who traces leaky pipes to their source.
quote by Arthur Baer
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The Plumbing Song
(announcer: who fixes plumbing problems in a flash? twenty four hours a day? seven days a week? )
Baby, I sure wish I could lend you a hand
But plumbings one thing I dont understand
Its true (havent got a clue)
B-b-b-baby, I can tell youve got a big problem
When I flush the john, then your shower goes on
(baby) now watcha gonna do?
If dranos a joke and your plunger is broke
Baby, call the mensch with a monkey wrench
(baby) hell be there for you
Showers backing up (up, up)?
Water wont go down (down, down)?
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Dont forget my plumber
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Sinks been stopped up all summer
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Better call the plumber
Hell know what to do
Pipes been blowing up
Pipes been breaking down
And the carpets soaked... right through
Ba-ba ba ba ba, ba-ba ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba, kitchens flooded, too
Ba-ba ba ba ba, ba-ba ba ba ba ba
Ba-ba ba ba ba, girl, you know its true
B-b-b-betcha this guy makes more than my lawer
If he works for one day, costs you half a years pay
(baby) he can be here by 2:00
So if youve got cash, hell be there in a flash
Makin service calls in his overalls
(baby) hell do his best for you
Sewers backing up (up, up)?
Got you feelin down (down, down)?
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Dont forget my plumber
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Leaky pipes are a bummer
Ba ba-ba-ba, ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Time to call the plumber
Maybe call a few
Got a problem with plumbing?
Gotta blame it on something
Blame it on the drain it was cloggin, cloggin
Blame it on the faucet that drips all night
If hairballs, grease and goo
Wont let the water through
Blame it on the drain, yeah, yeah
When I flush the john, now when I flush the john
It turns your shower on
(roto-rooter 6-5000)
Ba ba-ba-ba, baby
Better call my plumber
Hell know what to do
(announcer: call now. were in the yellow pages!)
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Plumbing (or) The Taming Of The Spew
He called to his wife, sounding, oh so, bereft
“Water just spewed right out of the sink
I just turned the faucet a bit to the left
It’s not my fault, I really don’t think”
The wife replied, “you go to work. I’ll call the plumber”
“Which one? ”, The wife’s husband did ask
“Don’t worry”, she said, “I have his number
The plumber best fit for the task”
The husband then left, as his job did come first
And she quickly got on the phone
She called up this man, the man of her thirst
The plumber with love undertone
He’d been there before, when her pipes needed fixing
When he laid right under the sink
With a large dose of grease, he gave them a slicking
This plumber sure was in the pink
When her husband came home, the spewing had ceased
He found all the plumber’s work done
She never let on just how well she’d been greased
Or how plumbing could be so much fun
poem by Stanley Cooper
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A Poem
A poem in three stages
Whilst eating a meat pie
She embraced vegetarianism
Hidden under the weight of his opinions
[and ever expandng girth]
He 'PUBLICLY DENOUNCED]
third world poverty and hunger
[as he reached for his KING SIZED MARS BAR]
On the coroners report it stated
'Pipes blocked and furry'
'I knew it was his pipes' his wife cried[too late]
'Stupid man, he called the plumber, when I said PIPES!
[Under the rule of the poem this is a disclaimer to say
None of the above characters alludes to real people,
secondly this is not a poem, but an observation.....
of sorts..........depending on how
you read it.It is not flammable or open to erudite intellectuall
debate.....but who knows you could give it a try, if it makes you
feel better
poem by Yvette Smith
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Source Of Confort
God is a source of energy
God is a source of light
God is a source of love
God is a source of peace
God is a source of comfort
God is a source of hope
God is a source of freedom
God is a source of praise
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Adventurer
Youre an adventurer
You sail across the oceans
You climb the himalayas
Seeking truth and beauty as a natural state
Youre a queen reborn
Worshipped from above afar
Some see you as an elixir
An elemental natural seeking perfect grace
In a catacomb
Or cave of endless drawings
Prehistoric or religious
Your accomplishments prodigious
Seeking out the perfect tone
Your language so clear
Your voice perfectly turning
As in the city I sit yearning
Blowing rings of smoke from thin cigars
Or driving fast in foreign cars
To capture your remains, huh
Youre an adventurer
A turban wet wrapped round your head
On the mountainside they predict your death
Oh how you fooled them all
But subjects are a poor excuse
When what you really wants a muse
An inspirating knowledge
Of what comes before
Ooohhh, speeds of light
The momentary flicker
Of a candle in its wicker basket
Smoking wax, facts
Did you find that superior knowledge
That eluded you in college
Did you find that super vortex
That could cause your cerebral cortex
Ooohhh, to lose its grip
Youre an adventurer
You were out looking for meaning
While the rest of us were steaming
In an inspirating
Ah, urban pit
An adventurer
You enter as Im dreaming
I wish Id never wake up
Differentiating scheming from my one true love
Youre an adventurer
You love the angles and the cherries
The height and width of levies
The natural bridge and tunnels of the human race
Youre an adventurer
Nothing seem to scare you
And if it does it wont dissuade you
You just will not think about it
You dismiss it and defocus
You redefine the locus of your time in space, race
As you move further from me
And though I understand the thinking
And have often done the same thing
I find parts of me gone
Youre an adventurer
And though Ill surely miss you
And of course Ill survive without you
And maybe good will come of that
But at this point, ah
I anticipate some grieving
And although I know your leaving
Is a necessary adjunct to what we both do
An adventurer
Splitting up the atom
Splitting up the once was
Splitting up the essence of our star-crossed fate
None who meet you
Do forget you, my adventurer
My adventurer, my adventurer-venturer
My adventuress
song performed by by Lou Reed
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Soul Rebel
[Bob Marley]
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
I'm a rebel, soul rebel
I'm a capturer, soul adventurer
See the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hillside (ooh)
Not living good, yeah! - travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah); I've got work to do (ooh)
If you're not happy, children, then you must be blue
(must be blue, must be blue) people say:
People say:
I'm a rebel, let them talk;
Soul rebel: talk won't bother me.
I'm a capturer, that's what they say;
(Soul adventurer) Night and day
(I'm a rebel) I'm a rebel: soul rebel!
Do you hear them, Lippy?
(I'm a capturer) Gossip around the corner;
(Soul adventurer) How they adventure on me, y'all.
But see the morning sun (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah) on the hill side (ooh);
Not living good, travel wide,
Said, I'm a living man (ah-ah-ah-ah-ah);
I've got work to do
(ooh-ooh; must be blue, must be blue, must be blue).
If you're not happy,
You must be blue.
I'm a rebel (ooh-ooh):
Soul rebel;
I'm a capturer (ooh-ooh):
soul adventurer. Do you hear me?
I'm a rebel, rebel in the morning;
(soul rebel) rebel at midday time.
song performed by by Bob Marley
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Spade
The beauty spot was borrowed
Now my sweet knife rusts tomorrow
I'm a confession that is waiting to be heard
Burn your empty rain down on me
Whisper your deathbeat so softly
We bend our knees at the alter of my ego
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
All my lilies' mouths are open, like they're begging for dope and hoping
their bitter petal chant, "we can kick, you wont be back"
Im a diamond that is tired, of all the faces i've aquired, we must secure the shadow ere the substance fades
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
You drained my heart, and made a spade
There's still traces of me in your veins
And we said 'til we die
And we said 'til we die
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Andrew Mcauley
He is out there with Nature his is a watery grave
The man who loved adventure but he was truly brave
His kayak was found capsized just out of Milford Sound
A day or two and he would be with family and friends and safe on solid ground.
Andrew Mcauley the Australian adventurer was so close to history
To be the first to kayak from Tasmania to New Zealand across the Pacific sea
He was a brave adventurer one who lived without fear
And he must have known to history that he was very near.
He did not make it to land this time luck not on his side
But he was a true adventurer and on his greatest adventure he died
He went so close to history till things for him went wrong
And amongst the great adventurers he surely does belong.
Somewhere in the vast Pacific his last remains now lay
And he did not live as many do for to grow old and gray
Dear Lady Luck ran out on him in his greatest ever test
And he died in his late thirties doing what he liked doing best.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Art of Mad
Whether genius, whether eccentric
Accidental brilliant or useless fun
Out of mind or inspiration from heaven
Mad is the source of change
Whether courage, whether suicidal
Fortune challenge or desperate decision
The creative result or the insane world
Mad is the side effect of trouble
The angry psychopath, the possessive lover
The hero of the day, the crazy adventurer
The obsessive scientist, the lone clairvoyant
Mad is the middle name of men
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Traces (Life Poem)
Traces of memories we leave in verse,
Which capture moments in time, that
Become invisible, once they are gone.
Traces of what we are and do and can do,
In our life from the day we are born, until
We die, a summation of hopes and fears.
Traces are the sticky air between, hope
Fulfilled and the fears conquered, while
Life flows slowly towards an endless sea.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Source Of Infection
Hey!
Alright!
Whoo! how bout cha now,
Come on
Oh yeah!
Dig it!
Thats right.
Is everybody ready?
Lets go!
Up and down, around and round
In and out
Crank it, blow out
Ouch
Help me
Flip on over
Oh baby, you know what I like
She choked the chain, she got the hook
Cant get away
Fever starts to climb, reaching 105 (degrees)
I think I need a shot of your love
Love, love is the source
Love, love is the source of infection
Hey eddie
Say what
Thats what Im talkin about
Wax it down now
Ready, set, go!
Love, love is the source
Love, love is the source
Love, love, love, love is the source
Love, love is the source
song performed by by Van Halen
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dance of Time
every of the years that has sank
into the treasured porcelain
makes a beautiful, authentic signature
that only time can create
every second walks away
leaving traces of its shadows
characteristics that can send
antique collectors into a craze
over the precise subtle dance of time
they are worth more than diamonds
the seasoned never would go wrong
time too has tiptoed their way into their mind
second by second, to familiarise them
with the mersmering steps each tick makes
second poem - Creative Source
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the creative source
stores all the secrets
we would love to know
of the future of the universe
how flowers would go a step
further to colour themselves
the man to move beyond time
to wherever they would love to be
and unveil what is instore for all
in the sky, the sea and the realms
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Soul Rebel
Im a rebel, soul rebel
Im a capturer, soul adventurer
See the morning sun, on the hillside
Not living good, yeah
You better travel wide
You better travel wide
Said Im a living man
Ive got work to do
If youre not happy, children
Then you must be blue
I said, you must be blue
Im a rebel, soul rebel
Im a capturer, soul adventurer
Im a rebel, rebel in the morning time
Soul rebel
Im a capturer
Soul adventurer
See the morning sun, on the hillside
Not living good, yeah
You better travel wide
You better travel wide
Said Im a living man
Ive got work to do
If youre not happy, children
Then you must be blue
I said, you must be blue
Im a rebel, rebel in the morning time
Soul rebel
Im a capturer
Soul adventurer
Im a rebel, soul rebel
Im a capturer, soul adventurer
song performed by by Ub40
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Veille
Pipes de nuit pipes du jour
Tout l'opium ô chevelures
Les cheveux bruns de mon amour
Et ces lenteurs tandis que dure
L'éveil des monstres tour à tour
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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It seems to me that the natural world is the greatest source of excitement; the greatest source of visual beauty; the greatest source of intellectual interest. It is the greatest source of so much in life that makes life worth living.
quote by David Attenborough
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One Seeking Confidence
I can not be around that which clings.
I am an adventurer.
Born to explore,
And to soar as if with wings.
Emotionally dependent I have been.
I had been one seeking confidence.
And the one given no empathy...
Or hints of it known to be shown to see.
I can not be around that which clings.
After healing from my own sufferings.
And doing that with minimal assistance.
Given by those who cared with love to spare.
Emotionally dependent I have been.
I had been one seeking confidence.
And the one given no empathy...
Or hints of it known to be shown to see.
But still...
I can not be around that which clings.
I am an adventurer.
Born to explore,
And to soar as if with wings.
Sometimes in flight and crying.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Nothing need be apprehended from this miserable adventurer.
quote by Louis Bonaparte
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I am not an adventurer by choice but by fate.
quote by Vincent van Gogh
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