The Red Sox are a curious thing because so much here is media driven. You can't go fire half your scouts here because they are all friends with the local reporters. Your life is going to hell in the papers.
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Curious Thing
There was this guy, he was down on his luck
He was truly povertys child
Well, he had no home and he had no car
And he wore a weary smile
Moved out to l.a., knocked around for awhile
But he was getting nowhere
Then he did this movie and it did really well
Now hes a millionaire
See, life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
I know a man who could paint the town red
Had a college degree in fun
till the doorbell rang and a long lost flame said
This little boy is your son
Gave him a suitcase and a bear
Left em in a cloud of dust
Now hes checking out schools and driving carpools
Learning to adjust
He says life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
Well, I know that it can be demanding
I know that it can be unkind
I dont really understand it
But lord sure knows I try
Life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
Let me tell you bout a kid I knew
A pudgy girl back in school
She had greasy hair and geeky glasses
Object of ridicule
The other day in the check out line
They were ringing up my rice and beans
There she was, a pretty little face
On the cover of a magazine
And I said life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing
(chorus)
Just goes to show that you never know
Just what tomorrow may bring
But Ill tell you this that what it is
Is seldom what it seems
cause life is a curious thing
Life, ooh life is a curious thing. . .
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Right-wing media and politicians are looking for any opportunity to be critical of the reporters who are here. Some reporters make judgments, but that is not my style. I present both sides and report what I see with my own eyes.
quote by Peter Arnett
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To My Friends and Critics
Come all you friends and critics,
And listen to my song,
A word I will say to you,
It will not take me long,
The people talks about me,
They've nothing else to do
But to criticise their neighbors,
And they have me now in view.
Perhaps they talk for meanness,
And perhaps it is in jest,
If they leave out their freeness
It would suit me now the best,
To keep the good old maxim
I find it hard to do,
That is to do to others
As you wish them do to you.
Perhaps you've read the papers
Containing my interview;
I hope you kind good people
Will not believe it true.
Some Editors of the papers
They thought it would be wise
To write a column about me,
So they filled it up with lies.
The papers have ridiculed me
A year and a half or more.
Such slander as the interview
I never read before.
Some reporters and editors
Are versed in telling lies.
Others it seems are willing
To let industry rise.
The people of good judgment
Will read the papers through,
And not rely on its truth
Without a candid view.
My first attempt at literature
Is the "Sweet Singer" by name,
I wrote that book without a thought
Of the future, or of fame.
Dear Friends, I write for money,
With a kind heart and hand,
I wish to make no Enemies
Throughout my native land.
Kind friends, now I close my rhyme,
And lay my pen aside,
Between me and my critics
I leave you to decide.
poem by Julia A Moore
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The daily press, the immediate media, is superb at synecdoche, at giving us a small thing that stands for a much larger thing. Reporters on the ground, embedded or otherwise, can tell us about or send us pictures of what happened in that place at that time among those people.
quote by Bruce Jackson
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Yesterday's Papers
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave
Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake
Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
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The Poets
Half god, half brute, within the self-same shell,
Changers with every hour from dawn till even,
Who dream with angels in the gate of heaven,
And skirt with curious eyes the brinks of hell,
Children of Pan, whom some, the few, love well,
But most draw back, and know not what to say,
Poor shining angels, whom the hoofs betray,
Whose pinions frighten with their goatish smell.
Half brutish, half divine, but all of earth,
Half-way 'twixt hell and heaven, near to man,
The whole world's tangle gathered in one span,
Full of this human torture and this mirth:
Life with its hope and error, toil and bliss,
Earth-born, earth-reared, ye know it as it is.
poem by Archibald Lampman
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Hatred
You keep on accusing me
Of making your life misery
But if that's not abusing me, what isn't
You wanna be my friend, well it's too late
My love for you has turned to hate
And i think that it's a permanent condition
You say you wanna make the peace
Smile and turn the other cheek
I can't put myself in such a weak position
Now i'm willing to accept this fate
You and me just can't cohabitate
We agree to hate and that's our fast decision
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
On the surface i'm a mild-mannered person
That's until you scratch the animal inside
Then you bring out all my animal aggression
I gotta hatred for you that is never gonna die
Driven to hate, driven to hate
Driven to hate, driven to hate
Chorus:
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
While races try to integrate
Nations try to gravitate
Towards equal rights, regardless of religion
Politicians might decree
For the sake of humanity
Love and peace instead of a collision
You and me accept reality
There's no way that we can agree
The world can't make us alter this position
At least you and i know where we stand
We can't be friends, walk hand in hand
My hostility for you defies description
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Hate's the only thing we have in common
There's no escape, we'll always be this way
So we might as well just learn to live together
'cos we're gonna be this way till our dying day
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Chorus
If you keep on putting me down
Rub my name into the ground
I'll drag the dirt all over town about you
And if you spread the filth on me
I'll only have one remedy
I'll spill the beans, you'll see i've got a mouth, too
Chorus (2x)
Yeah, hatred
Your attitude is downright rude
Your jokes appall me, they're so crude
Why don't you just drop dead and don't recover
I'm the mirror to your mood
You hate me and i hate you
So at least we understand each other
Hatred, hatred is the only thing that lasts, what is it?
Hatred, hatred
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
song performed by by Kinks
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I'm not going to have some reporters pawing through our papers. We are the president.
quote by Hillary Clinton
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Fire trial
The university’s classes close
because the hell of a mountain above Somerset West
is burning.
There’s a alarm ringing without end
to warn everybody to get a beating thing,
while some flee and drive away to Somerset West.
Pine plantations on the slopes
have tongues of orange flames
spreading as if going through bushes of turpentine.
The fire brigade is too small
to fight alone against the fire
and to spray with wagons, just halfway up the mountain.
Male students are equipped with petrol driven saws,
loaded on tractors with trailers and four track vehicles
that crawls up the slopes.
Everywhere there are trees falling
and are sawn down and dragged away,
before they can tumble down burning.
While a helicopter in the air
watches every thing
and everybody pray
for the wind to die down.
It’s a terrible thing to see fire jump
from branch to branch, tree to tree
and spread from east to west.
To see it become
like a big orange see of flames,
that crackling devours every thing that it touches.
It is much better when the last flames are dead
and you come half scorched and utterly tired
down from the mountain
and know that you helped to stop the fire.
[Reference: Helderberg mountain.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Hatred (A Duet)
You keep on accusing me
Of making your life misery
But if thats not abusing me, what isnt
You wanna be my friend, well its too late
My love for you has turned to hate
And I think that its a permanent condition
You say you wanna make the peace
Smile and turn the other cheek
I cant put myself in such a weak position
Now Im willing to accept this fate
You and me just cant cohabitate
We agree to hate and thats our fast decision
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
On the surface Im a mild-mannered person
Thats until you scratch the animal inside
Then you bring out all my animal aggression
I gotta hatred for you that is never gonna die
Driven to hate, driven to hate
Driven to hate, driven to hate
Chorus:
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
While races try to integrate
Nations try to gravitate
Towards equal rights, regardless of religion
Politicians might decree
For the sake of humanity
Love and peace instead of a collision
You and me accept reality
Theres no way that we can agree
The world cant make us alter this position
At least you and I know where we stand
We cant be friends, walk hand in hand
My hostility for you defies description
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that keeps us together
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Hates the only thing we have in common
Theres no escape, well always be this way
So we might as well just learn to live together
cos were gonna be this way till our dying day
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Driven by hate, driven by hate
Chorus
If you keep on putting me down
Rub my name into the ground
Ill drag the dirt all over town about you
And if you spread the filth on me
Ill only have one remedy
Ill spill the beans, youll see Ive got a mouth, too
Chorus (2x)
Yeah, hatred
Your attitude is downright rude
Your jokes appall me, theyre so crude
Why dont you just drop dead and dont recover
Im the mirror to your mood
You hate me and I hate you
So at least we understand each other
Hatred, hatred is the only thing that lasts, what is it?
Hatred, hatred
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
Hatred, hatred
Is the only thing that lasts forever
song performed by by Kinks
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Nothing is really media driven or committee driven, so you can actually just produce something.
quote by Bill Sienkiewicz
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I won't say that the papers misquote me, but I sometimes wonder where Christianity would be today if some of those reporters had been Matthew, Mark, Luke and John.
quote by Barry Goldwater
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Face And Dismantle Hostilities
A fire hazard, exclaimed the fire chief,
this marquee is overflowing, too many
people, should a fire break out we can-
not evacuate everybody, there would
be a stampede - stop delegates from
entering
I am the sentinel ushering approaching
stragglers away - But I'm a speaker - said
the next delegate, a local VIP, a Casanova
in shiny suit and shinier smile insisted on
entering also, a TV crew descending en
masse
A photographer of celebrities, several
reporters and a radio announcer - It's
okay - sighed the venue manager - you
tried your best, let them in, if they are
willing to face the risk, who are we to
force
Safety measures on them in this risky
world where social cohesion summits
are held to face and dismantle
hostilities?
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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It Is Because Of The Media
'The media is the reason for our problems.
The media is the reason for our dysfunctions.
The media is the reason why there is conflict.
The media is the reason our kids are the way they are.
The media is the reason for racism and division.
The media is the reason why the economy is perceived,
To be knocking on death's door.
And it is because of the media our great country,
Has fallen into dire straits and has less educated citizens! '
That's a wrap, Sarah.
Very well done.
Now we do have you scheduled for that magazine shoot.
With you standing on the pier in common street clothes.
Very representative of the people.
As well as very clever.
Now...
Should we re-schedule the talk show for next week?
Or...
Should we keep it and move your appearance for the fund-raiser?
Since your announcement...
We have been overflooded with requests.
'What are the ratings for the talk show?
I want to know their demographics.
Also...
Do not schedule any of my activities around the playoffs.
Last year PBS refused to carry my message!
And it is important that my followers know how the media is used,
To manipulate their thinking process.
And that is the reason my campaign is important.
These are issues that must be prioritized...
And addressed!
IF we are going to move forward as a nation!
And get out of this mess!
Here are my questions to be asked,
By those selected reporters.
I need to freshen up before the press conference begins.
Make sure all cameras are placed behind,
Those who flew in from Hollywood.
They are filming a documentary...
To be used to solicit potential donors.
And I need as much as I can get,
To offset my travel expenses.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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(Lyric) Setting Papers On Fire...
Remember that old fire place
we sat in front of
talking girl and taking
time out to make love
well that fire place and me
we're still keeping company
but lately my desire
is setting papers on fire..
i've been burning up pictures
old cards and letters too
don't need reminders
to remind me of you
I used to want to keep
the memory of loving you
but lately my desire's
setting papers on fire..
remember that old bathtub
we bought at a sale?
sure held a lot of water
oh, the tales that it could tell
well i busted it to pieces
and i put a hot tub there
been getting rid of memories
girl they was every where
I've been burning up old pictures
old cards and letters too
don't need reminders
to remind me of you
i used to want to keep
those memories of loving you
but lately my desires's setting papers on fire...
lately my desire's
setting papers on fire...
poem by Connetta Jean
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The news media are, for the most part, the bringers of bad news... and it's not entirely the media's fault, bad news gets higher ratings and sells more papers than good news.
quote by Peter McWilliams
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DOIN ALL MY FRIEND'S WIVE'S...by talile ali
DOIN ALL MY FRIENDS WIVE'S
(RAGTIME MEDLEY)
IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE
DOIN ALL MY FRIENDS WIVE'S
I DON'T UNDERSTAND
WHAT GETS BETWEEN A MAN AND WOMAN
THE LUSTIN DRY'S RIGHT UP
DON'T EVEN WANT THE LOVIN CUP
IT REALLY WASN'T MY PLAN
THOUGHT I'D BE A LONELY MAN
WITHOUT NO WOMAN TO HOLD
EVERY YEAR I GROW OLD
APPEARS THAT I WAS WRONG
SO I WRITE THIS HAPPY SONG
IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE
FUCKIN ALL OF MY FRIENDS WIVES
I LIKE'M WHEN THEIR IN RED
I LIKE'M WHEN THEIR ON TOP
I LIKE'M NAKED IN BED
I LIKE IT WHEN THEY ALL POP
A WOMAN LOVES BEING BONED
A WOMAN LOVE BEING TRUINED
A WOMAN LIKES TO BE TONED
AND I'M THE MAN WHO CAN DO'EM
SO I MUST ARTICULATE
TO ANYONE WHO MAY LIKE
IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE
BONIN ALL MY FRIENDS WIVES
IT'S A HELL OF A LIFE
BONIN ALL MY FRIENDS WIVES
BONIN ALL MY FRIENDS WIVES (AND FADE)
TALILE ALI
09/2010
poem by Talile Ali
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One of the local reporters assured me Garrison would put in an appearance for the cross-examination, but as the courtroom settled down and the rear doors were closed, there was no sign of him.
quote by James Kirkwood
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Being in the army is like being in the Boy Scouts, except that the Boy Scouts have adult supervision.
quote by Blake Clark
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No More Mister Nice Guy
I used to be such a sweet, sweet thing
Until they got a hold of me
I opened doors for little old ladies
I helped the blind to see
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They cant be seen with me and Im getting shot down
And Im feeling mean
No more mister nice guy
No more mister clean
No more mister nice guy
They say hes sick , hes obscene
I got no friends cause they read the papers
They cant be seen with me and Im getting shot down
And Im feeling mean
My dog bit me on leg today
My cat clawled my eye
My moms been thrown out of society circle
My dads had to hide
I went to church incognito
When everybody rose, the reserved smith
He recognized me
Punched me in the nose
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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