Most hard-boiled people are half-baked.
quote by Wilson Mizner
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From snow, whether baked or boiled, you will get nothing but water.
Rarely do we find men who willingly to engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Rarely do we find men who willingly engage in hard, solid thinking. There is an almost universal quest for easy answers and half-baked solutions. Nothing pains some people more than having to think.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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A Ballad Of Refreshment
The lady stood at the station bar,
(Three currants in a bun)
And oh she was proud, as ladies are.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
For a weekly wage she was standing there,
(Three currants in a bun)
With a prominent bust and light gold hair.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
The express came in at half-past two,
(Three currants in a bun)
And there lighted a man in the navy blue.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
A stout sea-captain he was, I ween.
(Three currants in a bun)
Much travel had made him very keen.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
A sober man and steady was he.
(Three currants in a bun)
He called not for brandy, but called for tea.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
'Now something to eat, for the train is late.'
(Three currants in a bun)
She brought him a bun on a greasy plate.
(And the bun was baked a week ago.)
He left the bun, and he left the tea,
(Three currants in a bun)
She charged him a shilling and let him be,
And the train went on at a quarter to three.
(And the bun is old and weary.)
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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I don't exactly know what it means to be ready. A cake when the oven timer goes off? Am I fully baked, or only half-baked?
quote by Jessica Savitch
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Some-Fake-A Baked Cake
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
A peaceless sleep...
Like many who walk 'mean' streets.
No I wont have,
None of that!
Strung out on dope,
Because I can't cope.
No I don't have,
None of that to keep me off track.
Or,
Make an impact.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have...
That which I don't.
Psychotic I'm not...
Like the ones who worry a lot.
Or hooked on smoking pot.
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
No I don't have...
What I do have.
And I do have,
That which I don't!
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
Even though...
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
Some-fake-a baked cake.
And I wont have...
None of that.
No!
I wont have...
None of that.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold -- but so does a hard-boiled egg.
Remember, people will judge you by your actions, not your intentions. You may have a heart of gold -- but so does a hard-boiled egg.
July 15th,1991 Poem
Half gone;
half thru...
Half baked;
Simmer blue
Thumbing through
a book of
blank
pages
Feeling frustration
consternation
Beginnings end
the same,
As a numbness
Creeps into my brain
Buries the pain
and the past
but at what price,
all tomorrows due
Sort of barnacled upon
The high tide postmark of life
poem by Midnights Voice
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I have been assured by a very knowing American of my acquaintance in London, that a young healthy child well nursed is at a year old a most delicious, nourishing, and wholesome food, whether stewed, roasted, baked, or boiled, and I make no doubt that it will equally serve in a fricassee, or a ragout.
Jonathan Swift in A Modest Proposal
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If You Bake It
If you bake it...
So hard it is to then look for escapes.
To create.
If you bake it...
It is easier to face it than to fake.
What you have baked.
People know a flavor,
And the origin of scent...
If you bake it,
To create.
And if you bake it...
So hard it is to then look for escapes.
To create.
People know a flavor,
And the origin of scent...
If you bake it,
To create.
If you bake it...
It is easier to face it than to fake.
What you have baked.
If you bake it...
It doesn't make a difference if you're naked.
You can't even fake it,
If you're naked.
And if you baked it...
It doesn't make a difference if you're naked.
You can't even fake it,
If you're naked.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Another Lover
I think I need another lover
I think I need another lover
I think I need another lover
Like I need a hole in my head
Why do you chase me and play hard to get
When you know very well that I couldnt care less
I could never find a girl like you
Appealing
With your soft boiled head
And hard boiled views
Youre a baby maggie thatcher in trendier shoes
It would make me laugh
If it wasnt quite so depressing
Do I really have to tell the world
Ive already found my perfect girl
I see youre furious cos Im staying calm
Well my fidelity is not prey to your charms
I bet you never thought someone who looks like me
Could be so choosy
So go back to the bar and Ill stay here
In the same little corner Ive stood for years
With the geeks and the freaks
My unfashionable clique
Of losers
Do I really have to tell the world
Ive already found my perfect girl
Is it so hard to understand
Look at my third finger
Left hand
song performed by by White Town
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Fruitcakes
Fruitcakes
By: jimmy buffett, amy lee
1994
--spoken:
You know I was talking to my friend desdemona the other day she
Runs this space station and bake shop down near boomtown. she told
Me that human beings are flawed individuals. the cosmic bakers
Took us out of the oven a little too early. and thats the
Reason were as crazy as we are and I believe it.
Take for example when you go to the movies these days, you know.
They try to sell you this jumbo drink, 8 extra ounces of watered
Down cherry coke for an extra 25 cents. I dont want it.
I dont want that much organziation in my life.
I dont want other people thinking for me.
I want my junior mints. where did the junior mints go in the
Movies. I dont want a 12 lb. nestles crunch for 25 dollars. i
Want junior mints.
We need more fruitcakes in this world and less bakers!
We need people that care! Im mad as hell! and I dont want to
Take it anymore!
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Theres a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise, lost and found
Paradise, take a look around
I was out in california where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires, mud slides
Theyve got sushi in the mall
Water bars, brontasaurs, chinese modern lust
Shake and bake life with the quake
The secrets in the crust
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Theres a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
Speakin of fruitcakes, how bout the government?
Your tax dollars at work.
We lost our martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost its cone shaped head
We spent 90 jillion dollars trying to get a look at mars
I hear universal laughter ringing out among the stars
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the galaxy (fruitcakes in the galaxy)
Fuitcakes on the earth (fruitcakes on the earth)
Struttin naked towards eternity
Weve been that way since birth
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Theres a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
Religion! religion! oh, theres a thin line between saturday
Night and sunday morning. here we go now.
Alright, alter boys.
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa mea culpa mea maxima culpa
Wheres the church, who took the steeple
Religion is in the hands of some crazy-ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The gods honest truth is its not that simple
Its the buddhist in you, its the pagan in me
Its the muslim in him, shes catholic aint she?
Its the born again look its the wasp and the jew
Tell me whats goin on, I aint gotta clue
--spoken:
Now here comes the big ones. relationships! we all got em, we
All want em. what do we do with em?
Here we go, Ill tell ya.
She said you gotta do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
Thats the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightnin bug
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Theres a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
The future. captains log, stardate two thousand and something.
Were seven years from the millenium
Thats a science fiction fact
Stanley kubrick and his buddy hal
Now dont look that abstract
So Ill put on my bob marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get jah lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity really is the only way
Its a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
Hey.
Chorus:
Fruitcakes in the kitchen (fruitcakes in the kitchen)
Fruitcakes on the street (fruitcakes on the street)
Struttin naked through the crosswalk
In the middle of the week
Half-baked cookies in the oven (cookies in the oven)
Half-baked people on the bus (people on the bus)
Theres a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
--spoken:
Thats right, you too. yeah those crumbs are spread all around
This universe. Ive seen fruitcakes. I saw this guy in santa
Monica rollerskate naked through the crosswalk. down in new
Orleans in the french market there are fruitcakes like you cannot
Believe. new york, forget it. fruitcake city. down island, weve got
Fruitcakes. spread them crumbs around. thats right, we want
em around. keep bakin baby. keep bakin.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Some have half-baked ideas because their ideals are not heated up enough.
I know when something is kind of half-baked.
quote by Bill Budge
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Roam Baby Roam
All the midnight callings
'round my shoe, 'round my shoe
all the midnight callings
from me to you, from me to you
take this land I hold in my hand
let's travel far and roam baby roam
I got my hand in this jar
and you can have what's mine
roam baby roam
let's roam tonight
roam baby roam
in my arms tonight
leftover pasta just won't do
it's time for liquid madness
over boiled craziness
half baked mental craze
here we go again!
we're roaming free
going absolutely crazy!
roam baby roam
I got you and you got me
roam baby roam
we gonna be free
we gonna be free
poem by Sara Winters
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Quick To Leap
Lost!
Those people spreading evil,
Are lost!
And people feeding deceit,
Are lost!
And those quick to leap,
On gossip heard in streets...
Are lost!
Those people spreading evil,
Are lost!
And people feeding deceit,
Are lost!
And those quick to leap,
On gossip heard in streets...
There's no reason for a people to be eating anything late,
Like a baked cake.
There's no reason for a people to be eating anything late,
Like a baked cake.
People who can't think,
Are lost!
Those people fighting thinking,
Are lost!
And people walking 'round,
Looking dead on their feet.
Lost!
Those people spreading evil,
Are lost!
And people feeding deceit,
Are lost!
And those quick to leap,
On gossip heard in streets...
There's no reason for a people to be eating anything late,
Like a baked cake.
There's no reason for a people to be eating anything late,
Like a baked cake.
And...people walking 'round,
Looking dead on their feet.
Are lost!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Habitation
In this mysterious cycle of birth & death
He is a habitual vagabond who crawls for a habitable place where he can breathe leisurely?
But his lethargy they point out as a weakness and the hard boiled plump superiors they query about his applicable papers and let down him easily.
Straight away he answered like a man; 'Honoured Sir/Madam, all my relevant documents are with my half brother & sister Adam & Eve.
And it takes me a long time to bring those rubbish back from the garden of Eden for your kind perusal.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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