I just owe almost everything to my father and it's passionately interesting for me that the things that I learned in a small town, in a very modest home, are just the things that I believe have won the election.
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It's passionately interesting for me that the things that I learned in a small town, in a very modest home, are just the things that I believe have won the election.
quote by Margaret Thatcher
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Small Town
Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Life In A Small Town
No one would have guessed
Things would end up this way
Living in a small town
Everyone should have known
But to the town’s surprise
They never suspected this
There was no warning to be had
And no warning to be taken
But now there will be stories
Told in the halls of school
And in the pews of church
About a girl gone wrong
She lived a modest life
Attending all the social events
Including the pasture parties
But never being invited to one
Nobody noticed her
She was just another face
That rotated around
Drinking and socializing
But they should have known
The quietest are the worst
Hiding everything
And never letting anyone in
Then there was one day
That changed things
And no matter what they say
They should have known
She took her list of names
And read them loud and clear
In front of the school board
On just who were having affairs
But it didn’t stop at that
She walked up to those
Who called her stupid
And let them have it
She named every misstep
Causing disarray in the town
Breaking infallible hearts
And freeing captured ones
In a town proud of family
Barely a soul is left
From the disillusions
That had been caused
But for those left behind
There is lesson learned
One should not judge
For the audience may be me
poem by C.R. Ebowski
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Twirl
(kinky friedman)
Just a small-town girl
Till you learned to twirl
Then you set the world on fire
Like a drive-in cinderella
In a chevy named desire
So leave your teddy-bear
At the county fair,
Honey, hollywoods on the phone,
For a small-town girl
From a small-town world
Youre a long, long way from home.
They say that dreams come true in indiana
That momma loves you up in abilene,
And if you wish upon a star in texarkana
Some day you may be a twirling queen.
Just a small-town girl
Till you learned to twirl
Then you set the world on fire
Like a drive-in cinderella
In a chevy named desire
So leave your teddy-bear
At the county fair,
Honey, hollywoods on the phone,
For a small-town girl
From a small-town world
Youre a long, long way from home.
Then you turned around and yesterday was over,
Childhoods like some long lost lullabye
Way back when all the pearls were in the ocean,
Way back when all the stars were in the sky.
Just a small-town girl
Till you learned to twirl
Then you set the world on fire
Like a drive-in cinderella
In a chevy named desire
So leave your teddy-bear
At the county fair,
Honey, hollywoods on the phone,
For a small-town girl
From a small-town world
Youre a long, long way from home.
Just a small-town girl
Till you learned to twirl
Then you set the world on fire
Like a drive-in cinderella
In a chevy named desire
So leave your teddy-bear
At the county fair,
Honey, hollywoods on the phone,
For a small-town girl
From a small-town world
Youre a long, long way from home.
For a small-town girl
From a small-town world
Youre a long, long way from home.
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Things Are Getting Better
Well I worked for a week and I got no pay.
(things getting better.)
Well my babys coming back home to stay
(things getting better.)
Well shes coming back home, but I havent got a dime
(things getting better.)
But Ive got my love to keep me fine[? ].
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well since my babys been away,
(things getting better.)
Well things got worse from day to day.
(things getting better.)
Well now my babys come back to me.
(things getting better.)
Yeah, itll get better, wait and see.
(things getting better.)
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Well I pawned my watch and I sold my car.
(things getting better.)
The money Ive got wouldnt get me far.
(things getting better.)
But I dont mind now that youve packed.
(things getting better.)
Its a fact, that
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
Oh-oh
Things getting better.
Things getting better.
song performed by by Kinks
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Smalltown
When youre growing up in a small town
When youre growing up in a small town
When youre growing up in a small town
You say, no one famous ever came from here
When youre growing up in a small town
And youre having a nervous breakdown
And you think that youll never escape it
Yourself or the place that you live
Where did picasso come from
Theres no michelangelo coming from pittsburgh
If art is the tip of the iceberg
Im the part sinking below
When youre growing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
When youre in a small town
My father worked in construction
Its not something for which Im suited
Oh, what is something for which you are suited
Getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town
If they stare let them stare in new york city
As this pink eyed painting albino
How far can my fantasy go
Im no dali coming from pittsburgh
No adorable lisping capote
My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him
Id camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town
There is only one good use for a small town
There is only one good thing about small town
You know that you want to get out
When youre growing up in a small town
You know youll grow down in a small town
There is only one good use for a small town
You hate it and youll know you have to leave
song performed by by Lou Reed
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
At sixteen she quit high school to
make her fortune in the promised land
she got a job behind the counter in an
all night hamburhger stand
she wrote faithfully home to mama
"Now mama don't you worry none"
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
It was late one Friday he pulled in
out of the dark
He was tall and handsome;first she
took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on the hillside
Where little feet soon would run
From small things, mama
Big things one day come
BRIDGE
Oh but love is fleeting
It's sad but true
But when your heart is beating
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags
and with a Wyomie County real state man
She ran down to Tampa
In and "El Dorado Grande"
She wrote back home, "Dear Mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, mama
Big things one day come"
Well she shot him dead
On a sunny Florida road
When they caught her all she said
Was she could't stand the way he drove
Back home lonesome Johnny
Prays for his baby's parole
He waits on the hillside
Where the Wyomie waters roll
At his feet and almost grown now
A blue-eyed daughter and a handsome son
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
Well from small things, mama
Big things one day come
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Father
Father oh father
Hear me if you can
Is it true what they say
That life is a dream
I dont understand
The things that make rain in my eyes
Are they real or are they lies
You know I hear so much about you now
Id give anything
To go on a little boat with you
Talk about the scheme of things
On a little boat with you
Father oh father
Guide me if you can
Or give me the chance to follow you home
I am your son but I wish I knew you
When you were young
Were you lonely as a boy
You know Id give so much to see you now
Id go anywhere
Pick a little stick and walk with you
Talk about the scheme of things
On a short walk with you
Father oh father
You give me just a little hope
I feel something out there reaching for me
Well here I am
Wont you take me with you
Out of this maze
And away from this place
Because it gets so cold and lonely here
Ill do anything
To sit on a little rock with you
Talk about the scheme of things
On a small rock with you
Show me show me show me the way
Before they grind me down
And bleach me grey
Send me power not to be afraid
And when I close my eyes
Let me see you once in the light
Father oh father
Heal me if you can
Is it true what they say
That life is a dream
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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One tries to be an observer as an actor and indeed as a director because the small things, the give-away things are what are really interesting to a performer.
quote by Janet Suzman
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In the past decade or so, the women's magazines have taken to running home-handyperson articles suggesting that women can learn to fix things just as well as men. These articles are apparently based on the ludicrous assumption that men know how to fix things, when in fact all they know how to do is look at things in a certain squinty-eyed manner, which they learned in Wood Shop eventually, when enough things in the home are broken, they take a job requiring them to transfer to another home.
quote by Dave Barry
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My Town
Tis my town
Am not proud of it;
But it is my home
Made it my own
Have found
Many memories,
Of things gone by
In this town
I call my own.
Born of iron and steel
Upon the river goes
This town of mine
I have made own
Stumbled upon things
I never owned
Down in
This town
I call my own
© 2012
poem by Nick Strong
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Home Town
Of all the stupid things I could have thought
This was the worst
I started to believe
That I was born at seventeen
And all the stupid things
The letters and the broken verse
Stayed hidden at the bottom of the drawer
Theyd always been
And now I plough through piles
Of bills, receipts and credit cards
And tickets and the daily news
And sometimes I just . . .
Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know itll never be the same
Back to my home town
cause its been so long
And Im wondering if its still there
We think were pretty smart
Us city slickers get around
And when the goings rough
We kill the pain and relocate
Were never married
Never faithful not to any town
But we never leave the past behind
We just accumulate
So sometimes when the music stops
I seem to hear a distant sound
Of waves and seagulls
Football crowds and church bells
And I . . .
Wanna go back to my home town
Though I know itll never be the same
Back to my home town
cause its been so long
And Im wondering if its still there
Back to my home town
Though I know itll never be the same
Back to my home town
cause its been so long
And Im wondering if its still there
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Goin Home
You think I could be the one to look inside your mind
I dont think well have the time, so let us get in line
Another town another bed, another thing to go
By now I learned to take it cool, but I dont wanna know
My head is empty, all the stories that Ive known Ive told
The situation I escaped from, now it looks like gold
Anyway and anyhow we did it, it was good
But now I take the time to think bout evrything I should
cause after this Im gone, the show is done
No other town or bed that lies ahead
Ill go home to what I know
Ill go home, home to you
By the time that you think bout it twice no spotlight makes you stay
By the time that you feel you dont know, you have to go
The plane is ready in my head, so many things to do
A few more hours till its over I reach out for you
A kind of peace inside is growing, thinking bout the shows
Until the next time Ill be so much better, yes I know
Now this is it Im gone, the show is done
No other town or bed that lies ahead
Ill go home to what I know
Ill go home, home to you
Ill go home. . .
song performed by by Helloween
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The idea of an election is much more interesting to me than the election itself...The act of voting is in itself the defining moment.
quote by Jeff Melvoin
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From Small Things
At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, don't you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
It's sad but it's true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You don't wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldn't stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his baby's parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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First Year University Expereinces
I learned why it is not wise to skip class often
I learned that skipping homework in university is not the same as skipping homework in high school
I learned what it feels like to be awake for over 2 days
I learned how to smoke pot from a bong
I learned how to compose an essay the day before it's due
I learned that the Freshman 15 is no joke
I learned how to do laundry
I learned to pretend to be happy
I learned to multitask
I learned to be more sociable
I learned why my parents and teachers warned me about the difficulty of university
I learned that failing is expensive
I learned small things, like freshly washed bed sheets, make me happy
I learned to lie
I learned how expensive alcohol is
I learned what it feels like to be a failure
I type this rant while skipping my business ethics class as I further delay the composition of my psychology term paper
poem by Michelle Cow
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The idea of an election is much more interesting to me than the election itself... The act of voting is in itself the defining moment.
Jeff Melvoin in Northern Exposure, Democracy in America (1992)
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From Small Things (Big Things One Day Come)
At 16 she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promise land
Got a job behind the counter
Of an all-night hamburger stand
She wrote faithfully home to mama:
"now mama, dont you worry none"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
As he pulled in out of the dark.
He was tall and handsome;
First she took his order; then she took his heart.
They bought a house up on a hillside
Where little feet once had run
From small things, mama, big things one day come.
Good love is fleeting,
Its sad but its true
But when your heart is bleeding,
You dont wanna hear the news
She packed her bags; went to wyoming with a real estate man
They drove down to tampa in an el dorado grande
She writes home "dear mama, life is heaven in the sun"
From small things, mama, big things one day come
She shot him dead
On a sunny florida road,
But when they caught her asll she said was
She couldnt stand the way he drove.
Back home, lonesome johnny
Waits for his babys parole;
He sits high up on a hillside,
Where the wyoming river flows.
At his feet, and almost grown now,
Sits a daughter and a handsome son.
From small things, mama, big things one day come
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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From Small Things Big Things Come
At sixteen she quit high school
To make a fortune in the promised land
She got a job behind the counter
In an all-night hamburger stand
She rode faithfully home to mama
Now, mama dont you worry none
From small things, mama, big things one day come
It was late one friday
He pulled in out of the dark
He was tall and handsome
First she took his order, then she took his heart
They bought a house up on the hillside
Where little feet soon would run
From small things, mama, big things one day come
Oh, but love is bleeding
Its sad but its true
When your heart is beating
You dont want to hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a wyoming county interstate map
She drove down to tampa
In an eldorado grand
She wrote back, dear mama
Life is just heaven in the sun
From small things, mama, big things one day come
Well, she shot him dead on a sunny florida road
When they caught her all she said
Was she couldnt stand the way he drove
Back home lonesome johnny waits for his babys parole
He waits high on the hillside
Where the wyoming rivers roll
And his seed have almost grown now
To a daughter and a handsome son
From small things, mama, big things one day come
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Thinking For Berky
In the late night listening from bed
I have joined the ambulance or the patrol
screaming toward some drama, the kind of end
that Berky must have some day, if she isn't dead.
The wildest of all, her father and mother cruel,
farming out there beyond the old stone quarry
where highschool lovers parked their lurching cars,
Berky learned to love in that dark school.
Early her face was turned away from home
toward any hardworking place; but still her soul,
with terrible things to do, was alive, looking out
for the rescue that--surely, some day--would have to come.
Windiest nights, Berky, I have thought for you,
and no matter how lucky I've been I've touched wood.
There are things not solved in our town though tomorrow came:
there are things time passing can never make come true.
We live in an occupied country, misunderstood;
justice will take us millions of intricate moves.
Sirens wil hunt down Berky, you survivors in your beds
listening through the night, so far and good.
poem by William Stafford
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