I'm never getting too lonely because it's the kind of disease where you might sit in front of the TV with three bags of biscuits, rather than communicate with the world.
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'til All The Lonely's Gone
(pam tillis/bob dipiero/john scott sherrill)
Well hank made a living out of lonely
He sang like a freight train whistle moan
Said "you'll never get out of this world alive"
As if he'd always known, lord, lord
As if he'd always known
Rode down that hillbilly highway
Took a big black cadillac on home
And he said "driver keep on driving
'til all the lonely's gone"
'til all the lonely, 'til all the lonely
'til all the lonely's gone, gone, gone
Let's just hold on to each other
'til all the lonely's gone
I told my mama, "dear sweet mama,
I'm tired and weary to the bone
Just let me walk along your flowers"
Makes me wonder why i roam, lord, lord
Makes me wonder why i roam
Feed me biscuits and milk gravy
'til your baby's feeling strong
We'll sit up picking on the front porch, yeah
'til all the lonely's gone
'til all the lonely, 'til all the lonely
'til all the lonely's gone, gone, gone
Let's just hold on to each other
'til all the lonely's gone
Well now jesus was praying in the garden
He never felt so all alone
They knew his suffering was over
When they rolled away the stone, lord, lord
When they rolled away the stone
On golden stairs he walked to heaven
And there he's waiting on the throne
He loves to hear his children sing and shout
'til all the lonely's gone
'til all the lonely, 'til all the lonely
'til all the lonely's gone, gone, gone
Let's just hold on to each other
'til all the lonely's gone
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Test My Appetite
Some prefer and choose perfection,
To convey ideals...
Promoted to instill.
With a showing of a knowledge...
In a hope that this appeals.
And then there are those,
Who have chosen to be real.
Grounded and solid of sound minds.
To find they are critiqued...
By those of the pretentious kind.
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
In these times,
I will nourish first...
Before rehearsing any refinement,
I've learned from the past.
But today does not work.~
'It is not proper etiquette,
To dip biscuits in stew.'
~Hey...
I am here to eat.
Not to see what others do.
And IF you're looking for a silver spoon.
To eat your stew?
You go and do that.
And my biscuits will be in your stew too!
Go ahead!
Test my appetite!
I dare you.
Leave that stew.
And I'll show you what can be done with it.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Don't Risk Your Biscuits
Don't risk your biscuits.
Keep those biscuits mystic.
If they're found delicious,
Keep the people licking their lips.
Do not risk those biscuits,
For suggestions or tips.
From others who just want them to be,
Buttered and split!
When you took them out the oven,
You knew then the flavor would...
Bring joy to some.
Like no others had done.
And when they jellied up those biscuits,
With a favorite beverage...
A stirring had begun.
Making your biscuits their number one.
Do not risk those biscuits,
For suggestions or tips.
From others who just want them to be,
Buttered and split!
Eaten and enjoyed.
Making a habit of it!
You can choose and decide,
If you want them addicted!
But...
When you took them out the oven,
You knew then the flavor would...
Bring joy to some.
Like no others had done.
So...
Don't risk your biscuits.
Keep those biscuits mystic.
If they're found delicious,
Keep the people licking their lips.
Knowing only you,
Can do these biscuits like this!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Get Your Biscuits In The Oven And Your Buns In The Bed
(Kinky Friedman)
You uppity women I don't understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
You'd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning you're out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your Maiden Form for Lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman that's ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin' him that he's wrong.
Eve said to Adam, ?Here's an apple you horse?
And Delilah defoliated Samson's moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you can't love a male chauvinist
You'd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
That's what I to my baby said,
Women's liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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E305
Dedicated to Eirlys Patchett:
Who left us on the 10th of March 2010. On the 11th her pupils got their results of A's and A*s. So this is my last homework for you.
We all knew her, and she all knew us;
And in our darkness she held us.
And in our triumph she praised us,
And she uttered a phrase;
‘Your not there yet’
As she wrote,
On the Blackboard.
of that lonely room.
And now the room lies dormant,
The books marked,
bearing the green font,
And the silence echoes,
Along the lonely room;
The stool that bore her,
And the desk where we gathered,
At the front, Of that lonely room.
At the back, the clock has stopped;
And the laughter gone.
Homework left unhanded,
bearing the green font;
And her familiar tone.
The tea and biscuits,
for her class,
left at home,
to be brought to the front;
of that lonely room.
We all knew her, and she all knew us;
And in our sadness she holds us,
And in our triumph she praises us,
And she utters a phrase,
‘Your not there yet'
As the writing still lingers,
on the blackboard,
of that lonely room.
Thomas Westleigh Brown (C) 2010
poem by Thomas Brown
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Get Your Biscuits In The Oven & Your Buns In The Bed
(kinky friedman)
You uppity women I dont understand
Why you gotta go and try to act like a man,
But before you make your weekly visit to the shrink
Youd better occupy the kitchen, liberate the sink.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Early every morning youre out on the street
Passing out pamphlets to everyone you meet.
You gave up your maiden form for lent
And now the front of your dress has an air scoop vent.
Every single brakeman thats ever come along
Had a little woman always tellin him that hes wrong.
Eve said to adam, heres an apple you horse
And delilah defoliated samsons moss.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
Mean-hearted harpies are breaking all the laws
Tearing up their girdles and a-burning up their bras,
Now the air is dirty and the sex is clean
And your coffee makes my hair turn green.
So damn emancipated in your mind and your body,
Gonna have to cancel all your lessons in karate.
If you cant love a male chauvinist
Youd better cross me off your shopping list.
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed
Thats what I to my baby said,
Womens liberation is a-going to your head,
Get your biscuits in the oven and your buns in the bed.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Till All The Lonely's Gone
well hank made a living out of lonely
he sang liek a freight train whistle moan
Said "You'll never get our of this world alive"
as if he'd always known ,lord,lord
as if he'd always known
Rode down that hillbilly highway
took a big black cadillac on home
and he said "driver keep on driving"
'till all the lonely's go
(Chorus) 'Till all the lonely, 'Till all the lonel
'Till all the lonel's gone, gone, gone
Let's just hold on to eahc other
'Till all the lonely's gone
I told my mama, "Dear sweet mama,
I'm tired and weary to the bone
Just let me walk along your flowers"
Makes me wonder why i roam, lord, lord
Makes me wonder why i roam
Feed me biscuits and milk gravy
'Till your baby's feeling strong
We'll sit up picking on the front porch, yeah
'Till all the lonely's gone
(Chorus)
Well now Jesus was praying in the garden
He never felt so all alone
They knew his suffreing was over
When they rolled away stone, Lord , Lord
When they rolled away the stone
On golden staris he walked to heaven
and there he's waiting on the throne
He loves to hear his children sing and shout
'Till all the lonely's gone
(Chorus)
song performed by by Pam Tillis
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Early Works - A Lonely Kind Of Fellow
I’m just a lonely kind of fellow
who’s in love with a beautiful girl.
I’m just a lonely kind of fellow
and to me this girl means the world.
Though I love her, so much it hurts me
I cannot tell her I feel this way.
I’ve been a loner all my life now
and a loner I fear I’ll stay.
I’m just a lonely kind of fellow
who’s in love for the very first time.
I’m just a lonely kind of fellow
with love breaking this heart of mine.
Date unknown.
poem by David Harris
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Not Too Positive!
They fiddle with the keys of the hand phone,
Sending the messages to people unknown,
Glasses of beer in front and a stick of cigar in hand,
Gazing look at a distant, searching of nothing in fact,
Their kind of human gather, seek fun in talking,
Pretend to forget all woes that troubling,
They have given up the families not to be the saints,
But to be free as birds with no ‘yes human' badge of rings,
Lonely human are there everywhere on the streets,
After dark, searching the light they lost in haste,
Loneliness weaken the hearts, minds and limps,
Losing chastity is the work of the bandits,
As they touch what that not belong to their bags,
Always on the lookout, fear and in doubts,
When the victims would forget what they have lost,
The predators would remember what they had snatched.
Everyone claim to be the victims in the lonely world,
They are assertive and supportive of what they do,
Life may be bliss, when they can mix and walk,
Once fallen, sadly they would have none to love and care.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Lonely me
Lonely, lonely me, I'm all by myself
All alone in my tiny world
Lonely, lonely child of sea
I move the moon and tides with ease
Oh, lonely, lonely me; in a cruel and twisted world.
Close my eyes and drifting away
From this lonely, lonely place
poem by Mervin Ramesh
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So Lonely
Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just dont care
You look as if youre going somewhere
But I just cant convince myself
I couldnt live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Know no ones knocked upon my door
For a thousand years or more
All made up and no where to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat theyre always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel so lonely...
song performed by by Police
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So Lonely
Well someone told me yesterday
That when you throw your love away
You act as if you just dont care
You look as if youre going somewhere
But I just cant convince myself
I couldnt live with no one else
And I can only play that part
And sit and nurse my broken heart
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
Know no ones knocked upon my door
For a thousand years or more
All made up and no where to go
Welcome to this one man show
Just take a seat theyre always free
No surprise no mystery
In this theatre that I call my soul
I always play the starring role
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely, so lonely
I feel so lonely...
song performed by by Police
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Disease Of Conceit
Theres a whole lot of people suffering tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people struggling tonight with the disease of conceit
Comes right down the highway, straight down the line
Rips into your senses, through your body and your mind
Nothing about it thats sweet
The disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts breaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of hearts shaking tonight from the disease of conceit
Steps into your room, eats into your soul
Over your senses you have no control
Aint nothing too discreet
About the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people dying tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people crying tonight from the disease of conceit
Comes right outta nowhere and youre down for the count
From the outside world the pressure will mount
Turn you into a piece of meat
The disease of conceit
Conceit is a disease but the doctors got no cure
They done a lot of research on it but what it is theyre still not sure
Theres a whole lot of people in trouble tonight from the disease of conceit
Theres a whole lot of people seein double tonight from the disease of conceit
If your delusions of grandeur and an evil eye
Give you the idea that youre too good to die
Then they bury you from your head to your feet
From the disease of conceit
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Suitcases Don't Have Wings
Small bags big bags
Black bags white bags
Suitcases hey hey hey
For work and for play
Crammed full of things
Suitcases dont have wings
White bags black bags
Complete with one-way tags
Dragging us down
Ever closer to the ground
All the time they sing
Suitcases dont have wings
Big bags small bags
That behind us we drag
Past present and future
We cram so much in n' gotcha
We've been forgetting
suitcases dont have wings
All bags every bag
That we painfully drag
Drop them at jesus feet
Cause all ur needs he'll meet
Suitcases hey hey hey
They get in the way
Drop them if you want in
Suitcases dont have wings
poem by Joses Tirtabudi
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The world is humbug.
How would placing a few cabbage leaves
On my breasts communicate any
Message to the world other than
That I have a bosom to show you?
How would a minister hugging a child
In an orphanage communicate any
Message to the world other than
Remind that he is a minister?
10.07.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Samsonite Man
I don't wanna do this over and over
(verse 1)
He's a man so full of style and grace
Any woman being impressed
Takes a smile and paints it on your face
Makes you feel like you've been blessed
Promises things so special
Seems to come right from a song
Soon as you begin to feel secure
Turn around and he is gone
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
(verse 2)
Maybe he is just a rollin stone
Wandering from here to there
Searching for a place to call his home
Wonder if he even cares
So many years of heartache and pain
That's all you seem to know him for
Is it you, or is it he to blame?
Whenever he walks out your door
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
Where you're always running to, away from me?
(bridge)
If the wind blows you in my direction
You'd come through the rendezvous
Forget about your good attention
Leave me lonely and confused
Mr.Samsonite pack a bag
That is my suggestion
From here on out you will be leaving
My discretion yeah
So I know the game baby
And it will never be the same (no no no no no)
cause now I got him
(chorus)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go (Now you gotta go)
Packing his bags,gotta go (I can't take it no more)
Packing his bags,gotta go, gotta go (What do I love him for)
Packing his bags,gotta go
He's a Samsonite Man
Why don't you just go
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, woah woah yeah yeah
You can't hurt me no more baby
You can't touch me
You can't hurt me no more baby
Gotta go, gotta go
Pack your bag, pack it up
Gotta go, hit the road Jack
You ain't gotta go home, but you can get the hell outta here
song performed by by Alicia Keys
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Lonely Lonely
Lonely, lonely little girl
All alone in her tiny world
Lonely, lonely child of sea
She moves the moon and tides with ease
Oh, lonely, lonely little girl; in a cruel and twisted world.
Close your eyes and drift away
From this lonely, lonely place
poem by Vanessa Kingsley
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Lonely
Lonely life,
Lonely mind,
Lonely heart,
Lonely love,
Lonely fun,
Lonely work,
Lonely talk,
Lonely thoughts,
Lonely death,
Lonely walk,
Lonely run,
Lonely friend,
Lonely crying,
Lonely recess,
Lonely money,
Lonely health,
Lonely kissing,
Lonely loniness...
poem by Dragon Crenshaw
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Drug misuse is not a disease, it is a decision, like the decision to step out in front of a moving car. You would call that not a disease but an error of judgment.
quote by Philip K. Dick
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How Can They Relate?
How can anyone,
Communicate to another...
Who has a reality that is clearly flawed?
When they believe,
They have an insight that can be trusted.
When they have never been alone...
To trust themselves on their own!
How can anyone,
Communicate to another...
Who has never taken a chance.
Or lived to rely on their own decisions?
How can they relate?
Or put things in perspective?
When it is from their own point of view...
They perceive the world turns.
And yet their opinions are shallow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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