I think it's a great thing to have failed in life and then pulled yourself up by the boot straps and actually done something, because then you appreciate it more.
quote by Shirley Manson
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Pulled Up
Mommy, daddy, come and look at me now
Im a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe its true
Goes to show what a little faith can do
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I drift away to another land
Sleeping dreaming such a simple thing
I think of things that I might be
I see my name go down in history
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so string now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I tripped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled
You pulled me up! pulled me up up, pulled me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I got up
cause you pulled me up
I stood up
cause you pulled me up
I got up
And that was because you pulled me up
I got up
In a little while you pulled me up
Pull me up up up up, up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I cast a shadow on the living-room wall
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
Theres really no hurry Ill eat in a while
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped,
And then you pulled, you pulled me up!
Pull me up...pull me up...watch out!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Jeane
Jeane
The low-life has lost its appeal
And i'm tired of walking these streets
To a room with its cupboards bare
Jeane
I'm not sure what happiness means
But i look in your eyes
And i know
Oh ...
That it isn't there
Oh, we tried, and we failed
Oh, we tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
Oh, jeane
There's ice on the sink where we bathe
So how can you call this a home
When you know it's a grave ?
Yet you still have that greedy grace
As you tidy the place
But it will never be clean
Jeane
We tried and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
And we tried
Oh ...
Cash on the nail
It's just a fairytale
Oh ...
And i don't believe in magic anymore
Jeane
But i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
Oh yes, i think you know the truth
Jeane
Oh ...
No heavenly choirs
Not for me and not for you
Because i think you know
I really think you know
Oh ...
I think you know the truth
Oh, jeane
We tried, and we failed
We tried, and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried and we failed
We tried
song performed by by Smiths
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Yo' Bootay to Hoottang Boot
Youcanbuttonupyourcollarfromthebottomtothetop.
So-no-onebothersyouforwhatyou'vegot.
Pretendi ngyou'vegotsomethingyouhavenot.
Or-youcoul dchoosetokeepitlockeduptight.
So-youdon'thavet odropittofeedanappetite.
It's-yo'bootayhoottan gtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
Letothersm isunderstandyourstimulationindebate.
Inplayerh atecasestheywannamandate.
Letothersdecidewhosi detoride...
Withwideyedliestheytrytohide.
I t's-yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's-yo'bo otaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
It's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
Youcanbuttonupyourcollarfromthebottomtoth etop.
So-no-onebothersyouforwhatyou'vegot.
Pretendingyou'vegotsomethingyouhavenot.
It 's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
It's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
Letothersmisunderstandyourstimulationinde bate.
Inplayerhatecasestheywannamandate.
Le tothersdecidewhosidetoride...
Withwideyedliest heytrytohide.
It's-yo'bootayhoottangtopoot ang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Choose to Boot It Just to Mute
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
And 'then'...
You may,
Get dramatic in dismissing diplomatic moments toned...
When knowing love of life you own with a peace of mind condoned,
In and outside of your home,
Is not on loan droning in a moan groaned all day and night long!
And you 'dig it like the fresh scent of Spring!
Oooh Whoa noooo mo'...
...and,
You may...
Risk your life for petty reasons.
You may...
Not believe it to accept it,
Just to find there's nothing there to lose.
...and,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
And...
You may,
Boot it just to keep it mute.
...and,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
And...
You may,
Boot it just to keep it mute.
And then,
You may...
Do whatever it is wanted if you wanted.
Then you may,
Do whatever it is wanted!
And then you may,
Do whatever it is wanted if you wanted.
But then you may,
Boot it just to keep it mute
Or...
Then,
You may...
Choose to boot it just to mute.
Or then you may,
Choose to boot it just to mute!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did My Time
Did My Time"
Realized I can never win
Sometimes feel like I have failed
Inside where do I begin
My mind is laughing at me
Tell me why am I to blame
Arent we suppose to be the same
Thats why I will never tame
This thing thats burning in me
I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldnt last
I Feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me
Sometimes I can never tell
If I got something after me
Thats why I just beg and plead
For this curse to leave me
Tell me why am I to blame
Arent we suppose to be the same
Thats why I will never tame
This thing thats burning in me
I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldnt last
I feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me
Betrayed
I feel so
Insane
I really
Tried
I did my time
I did my time
I did my time
I did my time
I did my time
I am the one who chose my path
I am the one who couldnt last
I feel the life pulled from me
I feel the anger changing me
O god the angers changing me
O god the angers changing me
song performed by by Korn
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With A Slacking Done To Piggyback
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer,
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer,
All day long.
And showing strength,
With a disposition strong.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Pity patters chit chat.
Some boot the doer.
And all day long...
Showing strength is the doer.
The doer shows strength and is strong.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
Very much of this if you look for it.
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
And quick!
Strapped in a saddle and allowing that.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a slacking done to piggyback.
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
With a knick-knack paddywhack,
Slapped and smacked back...
Some boot the doer.
Some boot the doer.
Que cherche-tu mais oui beaucoup...
Some boot the doer.
Yes,
It's true.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give Me No More Booty
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Giving me so much,
Makes my head get such a rush.
I can't sustain my game with it!
Or sustain my need to be relieved.
I'm whipped!
Quick.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
I'm no beast to eatcha.
When you are in heat.
I'd rather just keep ya...
Between sheets,
Beneath.
Oh,
But...
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
Ah
Your booty is too good
Ah
Your booty is too good.
Give me no more booty,
'Cause your booty is too good.
I can never stop,
When you give it out a lot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
You make it hard...
To give that booty a boot.
Make it hard,
To give that booty a boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
Got to,
Get up off your booty and boot.
I've got to,
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
Get up off your booty.
And boot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On That Very Day
That very day
I died on that very day
When I turned eyes and went away
I cared for no one and just walked
Where as on seminars I had lot more talked
He was lying on the road
May be he was pulling lots of load
It was hand pulled cart
It was his routine and part
It was blazing sun on top
The heat waves were non top
Yet he had raced against time
I presumed he wanted to reach early sometimes
Luck would not have played favorably
He failed to pull more and failed miserably
The road became his last bed
There was not even little shed
I wanted to cry but could not
As I had ceaselessly carried on and fought
But ultimately nothing desired was brought
All attempts had failed and nothing could be sought
I waited for a minute and gave little glimpse
Cursed his fate but prayed sacred verse
Why almighty not gave enough courage to reach an end?
Where else one can wait for to have an honest friend?
When I looked back and thought of same fate?
The mercy totally failed me or came very late
How many may be facing death unceremoniously?
Where life was uncertain and still moved on continuously
I failed to show little courtesy and moved on
The battle was to be waged and shown
I could help nothing even if wanted
As I myself was short of but could have waited
Did I prove coward for turning back?
Certainly yes as it was humanity at stake
How many of us may have preferred as I did
What else we could provide or offered lead?
Leave no one unattended even if you nothing
Some solace to self and to him for something
Some message of great human like quality
Taken along journey despite clear inability
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Sleepy Eyed Boy
Where are the boot straps
To lift myself up?
Where is the well
Where I once filled my cup?
Where does this sorrow
All turn into joy?
And where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy?
Where is my true love
When the wind starts to moan?
Is she out in the wild,
Is she there all alone?
Have I cast her aside
Like an unwanted toy?
Tell me where oh where is the sleepy eyed boy?
Hes goin down the backroads
In a cold pourin rain
Hes a waitin for a postcard
In the south coast of spain
Postmarked from a sweetheart
Back in ol illinois
Sayin where oh where is my sleepy eyed boy?
song performed by by John Prine
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Car Boot
They sleep in twos and eights
With hopes and expectations
Pornographic dreams of cleanliness
Car boot
Tip tap little star
I hope that you are not thirsty
My vision has evaporated
Car boot
The giants house is burning
Smoke invades the eyes
Goodnight my dear cretin
Car boot
poem by James Clive
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Eye Fat Suicide
Eye failed at suicide
Eye failed at suicide
An individual person HAS no rights in the millennium
All individual rights have been taken away from the constitution
There is no more freedom no more one man doing what he wants
When eye hung the rope around my neck my feet still reached the floor
When eye poured my poison the thief just came along
He drank my hemlock in the form of all my whiskey and then all of my beer
It helped me to quit drinking in the long run for eye tired of thief
But when he stole my suicide eye got no great relief
The gun was oiled and loaded but all eye did was tear
My finger on the trigger stayed when eye heard the neighbors there
Eye will not let any personality send me to my grave
When eye tried to drown myself they came and saved
When eye found my love is helped me in my quest to live
She does have love inside her it's the only thing eye fear
To leave behind this world to lose so great a love
Eye lost at suicide when eye found my flower love
She is that important to make me want to try again
To live long after time has made me bitter in my live
To attempt the possible future the ever and the iff
Eye failed at my own suicide eye also failed to live
But the second chance has come
This time eye will try to love
Something im not good at something from above
To love my purple love
To fail at suicide
To live and love once more
To even up the floor of all the empty lies
Eye failed at suicide
poem by Charles Hice
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Boot and Saddle
I
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
Chorus. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
II
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay—
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
III
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
IV
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Bloomfield from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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life!
Life (2nd attempt in writing a song)
What is life?
Life is sometimes great
Sometimes nothing
Most of the time it moves in circle
Though many a time it goes straight
Life is very easy
When you relinquish your dreams
It is very hard
When you want a thing to achieve
What is life?
Life is sometimes great
Sometimes it is nothing
Name fame in life is a game
of pray and hard work
Some one may get some thing
By virtue of a good luck
But things will never come again and again
As life is never a fluke
If you want to achieve some thing concrete
You have to rub your butt against a thorn or prick.
What is life?
Life is very deadly joyful
When you succeeds in love
Life is a lake of tasteless tears
When you have a success in failures.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Foolish Life
What a foolish life I've lived!
I loved and failed...
and loved again and failed;
I tried to unlove but failed.
And what a foolish life to live!
I looked back to my wasted years
and knew there'd be no wasted tears
from you...from the only one
I tried to unlove but failed.
poem by Jessel Jane Tevar
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An Independent Candidate's Frustration
Elections are over
Results have come
People failed
And failed for a long time.
I stood with hope
Against a flock of bastards.
No money
No Power
With education high
And youthfull blood
I stood with hope.
They had it all
Money
Power
And also an ugly wrinkled image
To crush me down
And boot on my chest.
I now forgot
That I am a citizen of India
A democratic paradise
Filled with people
Who carry independent thoughts
And an attitude to
Stay stereotypical
In making alternative governments
Enthroning him or her.
I stood with hope
To create a change
In the current political scenario
Assuming myself
To be fit to rule
With education and young age
But people proved intelligent
They rather prefer freebies
Than my future plans
And now i stand a goof
Thinking that people have failed
And failed for a long time
Their fate is so
Their heart is so
An independent candidate
Is one among them too
A literal fool.
poem by Mohamed Umar Farooq
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You Want To Do What You Want To Do
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
You will do just as you please,
Caring less who you deceive!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet that you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
But...
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You want to do what you want to do,
With flip lip and attitude.
With a bet you boot...
To the curb who you choose to scoot!
You are quick with fault to feed,
Anyone you do not need!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
She will be no,
Fool for you.
He will be no,
Fool for you.
We will be no,
Fool for you!
With a bet you boot,
Anyone you poo poo doo!
With a bet you boot...
To the curb you choose to do.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mitt Romney Poem
He chose his opportunities
To become strong, not weak
By pulling up his boot straps
He acquired the dreams we seek.
His personal goals of well-being
Will never stand in the way
Of doing his public duty
No matter what others may say.
His devotion shall prove contagious
It's the brilliance of their kind
What you find within him
Is great character of mind.
With faith and courage, he must live
For his life to be complete
With good morals and family life
He'll triumph, even in defeat.
He was raised to participate
Within his community
With his fellow men and women
he enriches life and liberty.
HONOR
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are the glue which holds society in place.
Pornography, hate, jealousy and greed
Cause man to be plagued by disgrace.
Night and day we're informed by headlines
Which seem to give evil added time.
Always at war killing one another
In our world full of violence and crime.
Be thankful for the upright among us
Who desire to obey God's laws.
Repentant when wrong they change their ways
Serving the rest of us despite our flaws.
Honor, morality, faith and integrity
Are what life's heroes are made of.
Defending what's right; confronting what's wrong
Propelled by achievement, and love.
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Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle
Boot, saddle, to horse and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay--
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Browning
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Boot and Saddle
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens the blue from its silvery grey,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array:
Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?"
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Browning
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Whose Boot Is It Anyway?
Alone & footless,
Sideswiped on the highway,
South of Grand Canyon,
The boot weathers the rain.
Whose feet had felt its pain?
The absent man hurdled from a car,
Dead, now a ghost among the juniper flat.
Gone now, but a pariah to his own left boot's wall.
A bum, a hectic gambler, a heretic,
Or just some dozing motorist;
Another question remains;
Was the little white cross sticking out of the pavement
His? Or was that happenstance,
Laced up to the top, some unlikely chance?
No man is here.
Yet a man was there.
A man who lost his life & line,
Leaving one boot as a puzzle to find.
It gives me a chasm of a feeling,
& at 80 mph my mind is reeling,
Where in all this wilderness
Is the fellow with at least one bare foot
& what fate did he meet?
poem by Stan Petrovich
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