We are busy planning the launch of the channel. I am busy planning all kinds of events that go on the channel without me. I have started producing a sound for the channel.
quote by Howard Stern
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Channels
Channel 1's no fun.
Channel 2's just news.
Channel 3's hard to see.
Channel 4 is just a bore.
Channel 5 is all jive.
Channel 6 needs to be fixed.
Channel 7 and Channel 8-
Just old movies, not so great.
Channel 9's a waste of time.
Channel 10 is off, my child.
Wouldn't you like to talk a while?
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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T.v. Dinner
Someone channel surfin:
Channel 1: where'd ya get the beauty scar tough guy, eatin pussy
Channel 2: yeah, that's a naughty, naughty, naughty, no-no baby, baby, baby
Channel 3: this guy is really hot
Channel 4: gosh it's hot
Channel 5: it looks and feels natural, just like a part of you
Channel 6: the trouble with you is, your alergic to motown bellisle, bellisle
Channel 7: lsd
Channel 8: man, it's a real shame when people be throwin away a perfecty good white bot like that
song performed by by Kid Rock
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I Am Channeling Poe
Once upon a midnight dreary
'I've heard that before.'
I am channeling Poe.
'You don't have to channel po' no 'mo.
I think you have been very successful.
I make a suggestion you channel some dough,
So you can pay me back the money you owe.'
You have no sympathy for artists at all,
Do you?
'Why should I have sympathy,
For somebody channeling po'?
Do you know how many people
Right outside that door,
That have painted that picture too long.
Now...
IF you can channel up some fish and grits,
I'll give you all the sympathy you want.'
Are you here to bug me or what?
'You go right ahead.
Channel up all the 'po' you want.
I aint into it.
I know a few folks,
Who are not painting those kinds of pictures.
You told me earlier
You were home alone writing! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Russia we only had two TV channels. Channel One was propaganda. Channel Two consisted of a KGB officer telling you: Turn back at once to Channel One.
quote by Yakov Smirnoff
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Saturday Mornings
Wake it up it's 7a.m and ya know
get the milk fill the bowl with cereal
get the remote and turn on the television
first channel I see is channel 11
watching my cartoons early in the morning
it might look wack but this is not boring
I mean watching some Yu-Gi-Oh at channel 5
wash my face to feel more alive
take a shower after my show
getting fresh, out the house and off to SoHo.
poem by How Anonymous
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Channel
I am Channel and you are Coco,
So i want you back to fulfil my dreams;
And together we will be called 'Coco-Channel';
For love is the key about this unity.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Swimmer
I have to pass thi channel by swimming
And you to accord mark
whether and how far I have
Completed within the stipulated
Time within the prescribed line.
I have to pass this channel
With a sportsman spirit
That I have it.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Busy
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the old woman needs help
to find her way home.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the dove is too slow
to fly out of the way.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy
but the children crossing the street
are too many.
I am busy
you are busy
we are busy....
I am busy
you are busy
we are...
busy.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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No News Is Good News
All alone we follow blindly
Force fed primetime
Previewed nightly
Why should anybody
Leave the safety of their homes
I wonder why
Only disasters flood the headlines
Other peoples miser are on
For the next three hours
Commercial free
And I cant take much more of this
We're all so wrapped up in it
Nothing will change
But the channel
So I turn it off
I see billboards on the horizon
I can imagine what they'll tell me
What to wear
What to drink
Where to eat
Its so easy not to think for yourself any more
So naive
You dont do anything anymore
And I cant take much more of this
We're all so wrapped up in it
Nothing will change
But the channel
We all give in
We all complain
We sit and wait for things to change
We're waiting
All along we follow blindly x 2
And i cant take much more of this
We're all so wrapped up in it
Nothing will change
But the channel x 2
So i turn it off
song performed by by New Found Glory
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In the greatest confusion there is still an open channel to the soul. It may be difficult to find because by midlife it is overgrown, and some of the wildest thickets that surround it grow out of what we describe as our education. But the channel is always there, and it is our business to keep it open, to have access to the deepest part of ourselves.
quote by Saul Bellow
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Dirty Epic
Sweet in winter sweet in rain.
Shake well before use she said.
You never touch me anymore this way.
Connector in. receiver out.
You let me in through the back door.
Ride the sainted rhythms on the midnight train to romford.
Ride the sainted rhythms.
Sweet in winter sweet in rain.
Shake well before use she said.
You never touch me anymore this way.
Oh no.
Connector connector connector connector.
Youre a connector connector connector connector.
Im so dirty. and the light blinds my eyes.
Youre oh so dirty. and the light it blinds my eyes.
Here comes christ on crutches.
Call me wet trampoline she said today.
Well I was too busy with my hand.
Shake well before use she said
But you never touch me anymore.
I was busy listening for phone sex
Coming through the back door.
In skin-tight trunks.
And we all went mental and danced.
I get my kicks on channel six.
I get my kicks on channel six.
To the off-peak electricity.
And the light blinds my eyes.
And I feel dirty.
And the light blinds my eyes.
And I feel so shaken in my faith.
Here comes christ on crutches.
And here comes another god.
Here comes another god
Like a buffalo thunder
With a smell of sugar and a velvet tongue
And designer voodoo.
And I got phone sex to see me
Through the emptiness in my 501s.
Freeze-dried with a new religion.
And my teeth stuffed back in my head.
I get my kicks on channel six.
The light it burns my eyes.
And I feel so dirty.
Here comes christ on crutches.
I will not be confused.
Will not be confused.
They left me confused.
I will not be confused with another man.
This pressure of opinions.
Lighten up.
Listen to your eyes you said.
But all I could see was doris day
In a big screen satellite.
Disappearing down the tube hole on farringdon street
With whiplash willy the motor psycho.
And the light it burns my eyes.
And the light it burns my eyes.
I get my kicks on channel six.
song performed by by Underworld
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Television
Before that sacred holy flickering tv-screen
You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests
You keep your VCR running almost constantly
Afraid to miss out on something happening on channel three
You zap from channel one to two look what they have done to you
You live from staged realities and fakes
Channel three then four and five you double check your tv-guide
Re-enacted lives to keep you awake
Life is served
Here every taste will find our satisfaction guarantee
On the never sleeping flickering screen
You keep watching this truly weird masquarade
The flickering screen enchants you your truly all enslaved
Nostalgia sports and comedies, cops cartoons and tragedies
Remote control at hand you sit enslaved
Washing powder and apple pies re-runs soaps and Jesus Christ
Anytime is time to zap the world away
Life is served...
We're your tellyvisions
You zap from channel one to two...
Nostalgia sports and comedies...
Life is served...
song performed by by Quorthon
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The Notforgettin'
Before that sacred holy flickering tv-screen
You're served commercials day-time fakes and tv-priests
You keep your VCR running almost constantly
Afraid to miss out on something happening on channel three
You zap from channel one to two look what they have done to you
You live from staged realities and fakes
Channel three then four and five you double check your tv-guide
Re-enacted lives to keep you awake
Life is served
Here every taste will find our satisfaction guarantee
On the never sleeping flickering screen
You keep watching this truly weird masquarade
The flickering screen enchants you your truly all enslaved
Nostalgia sports and comedies, cops cartoons and tragedies
Remote control at hand you sit enslaved
Washing powder and apple pies re-runs soaps and Jesus Christ
Anytime is time to zap the world away
Life is served...
We're your tellyvisions
You zap from channel one to two...
Nostalgia sports and comedies...
Life is served...
song performed by by Quorthon
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Channel Swimmer
Well it's cold down here in the water
It's cold down here in the sea
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me
I've greased my body
and I'm heading over the ocean
These two arms are the only locomotion
I need
See me swim and see me float
I don't need no motorboat
or a yacht to get me there
I'll do the breaststroke
and the backstroke
I'll do anything
I'll be swimming when you're all asleep
I'll be swimming when you're all awake
I'll do the sidestroke
the other sidestroke
I'll do the butterfly
But I ain't gonna crawl
on back to you, no way
I see your face in every breaker
I see your smile across the reef
I came across the sea to take you
Don't make me out to be a thief
You'll be dreaming when you're all asleep
But I'll be drowning when you're all awake
I did the breaststroke
I did my best stroke
I did everything
But I ain't good enough
'Cause it's cold down here in the water
It's cold down here in the sea
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me
Who'd be a channel swimmer?
Only a fool like me...
would forget he can't swim
song performed by by 10 Cc
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If you are planning for a year, sow rice if you are planning for a decade, plant trees if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.
If you are planning for a year, sow rice; if you are planning for a decade, plant trees; if you are planning for a lifetime, educate people.
Pasinga
English Channel,
Like red wine served in a plastice bottle;
But, how should i have known your muse?
Kingston upon Hull,
Bristol Channel;
But do watch the world around you and learn from it,
Because, the headmaster is now with a cane in his hand! !
The muse of the grasshopper!
With gentleness to ease your pain;
And like the cooking oil and salt at your kitchen,
But, how should i have known your muse?
Beamed to the innocent,
Ready by all for all! !
And like the beauty of Pasinga in the land of many Islands;
But, travelling on lottery was what your muse brought to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Reroute To Remain
It started as a whisper
Now try to dodge this roar
Unified is the most forceful way to go
Waste this one?
It's up to you!
We need this revolution
Destroy the pattern
Anything that seperates
across the times
Who dares to follow?
For years we wandered these circles
Hold on to whatever lie gets us through
Design new latitudes
Find ways to channel bliss
Us defined is to fragile to neglect
Reroute to remain
Reroute to remain
Never want to look back in greed
Can I please have your attention?
There are mountains to cross
For all that are willing
There are never ending treasures
That await you
For years we wandered these circles
Hold on to whatever lie gets us through
Design new latitudes
Find ways to channel bliss
Us defined is to fragile to neglect
Reroute to remain
Reroute to remain
Design new latitudes
Find ways to channel bliss
Us defined is to fragile to neglect
Reroute to remain
Reroute to remain
song performed by by In Flames
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When planning for a year, plant corn. When planning for a decade, plant trees. When planning for life, train and educate people.
To A River In Which A Child Was Drowned
Smiling river, smiling river,
On thy bosom sun-beams play;
Though they're fleeting, and retreating,
Thou hast more deceit than they.
In thy channel, in thy channel,
Choak'd with ooze and grav'lly stones,
Deep immersed, and unhearsed,
Lies young Edward's corse: his bones
Ever whitening, ever whitening,
As thy waves against them dash;
What thy torrent, in the current,
Swallow'd, now it helps to wash.
As if senseless, as if senseless
Things had feeling in this case;
What so blindly, and unkindly,
It destroy'd, it now does grace.
poem by Charles Lamb
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