I'm a TV junkie. I'm always flipping through channels.
quote by Sebastian Bach
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The Freeview User Manual
Blah, blah, blah, blah... Batteries in.
Switch on... Scan for Freeview channels...
No channels found. Plug in aerial.
Scan for Freeview channels again...
Found 3 channels. Are you kidding me?
Page 12. Try a signal booster...
Later that afternoon...
Another £20 that's cost me!
Plug in aerial. Find a spare cable.
Fit cable to Freeview box...
Scan again... Channels in the wrong order.
Page 13. Top of page: Delete channels.
Page 13. Try manual scan...
Finally...100 channels.
Later that evening...
30 channels disappeared. Flipping thing!
Remove aerial. Autoscan. No channels.
Reconnect aerial. Pause for some whiskey...
Rescan channels. Ah... Click Save channels!
Check EPG. What's the EPG?
Page 205. Technical Terms Explained.
Later the next morning...
Page 16. How to record a programme...
OK, why's the first 5 minutes not there?
Page 17. Missing segments in recordings?
Page 18. Using Timeshift rewind playback.
Press rewind button and again, again and again.
Pause at chosen start point for manual recording.
Press record then start button.
Fast forward to end of programme...
Rewind to end of programme...
Fast forward to end of programme...
Press record and stop button.
Where's the stop button?
Page 4. Remote control buttons guide.
Press the stop button...
Later that afternoon... in the shop...
Hi, I've brought this Freeview thing back.
What's wrong with it, mate?
It's flipping driving me m.m.mental!
Denis Martindale, copyright February 2011.
poem by Denis Martindale
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Junkie (demo Version)
Disillusions fillin' my head
Never happy, I wished I was dead
Can't remember things I used to know
Take another hit Lord, let the four winds blow
Junkie, junkie man
Feel so lonely, I wish I could cry
Suicidal, not man enough to die
Can't remember ever feelin' this low
Take another hit babe, here I go
Junkie, junkie man
Yonder come a man, Lord he's got my snow
Help me out babe, get down low
But I can't remember things I used to know
The Lord knows I'm to blame.
Take another hit Lord, and let the four winds blow
Junkie, junkie man
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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At Least (The Little Things)
Oh, hmm oh yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'm on my way back to Atlanta
About to start a new life
Cause' I can't take it here
It seems like the more we fight
The more pressure
I'm in this lonely house
Sitting high up on a hill
Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on T.V.
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things
You won't miss me til' I'm gone
Impossible to drink from a well that's gone dry, yeah
And every night you come in singing the same old song
How could you do me wrong?
When you know it ain't right
Pressing the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on T.V.
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me would've done those things
Take in a movie show, a carnival
A place to go, we can be alone
But instead I'm staring at these matching walls
The weekends spent, a compliment
Flowers sent would've kept me at home
But now instead I'm packing my bags and I'm gone
At least you can call and say Ic1
song performed by by Kelly Price
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The trouble with Nixon is that he's a serious politics junkie. He's totally hooked and like any other junkie, he's a bummer to have around, especially as President.
quote by Hunter S. Thompson
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At Least
Oh, hmm oh yeah, hmm, hmm, hmm
I'm on way back to Atlanta
About to start a new life
Cause I can't take it here
It seems the more we fight
The more the pressure
I'm in this lonely house
Sitting high up on a hill
Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
You won't miss me till I'm gone
Impossible to drink from a well that's gone dry, yeah
And every night you come in singing the same old song
How could you do me wrong?
When you know it ain't right
Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
Take in a movie show, a carnival
A place to go, we can be alone
But instead I'm staring at these matching walls
The weekends spent, a compliment
Flowers sent would've kept me at home
But now instead I'm packing my bags and I'm gone
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
All I wanted was a smile
For you to stay a little while
It's too late for it
Cause you forgot the little things, whoa, oh
At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay
At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to me
If you love me, you would've done those things
song performed by by Kelly Price
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Changing Channels
Changing channels
By: jimmy buffett, mac mcanally
1989
Girl of a thousand faces
From a long line of basket cases
Daughter of a fortune teller
Oh the lovely isabella
Chorus:
Shes changing channels
Stayin on her toes
Shes just changing channels
As she goes
This place is full of beachhead sailors
Fishermen and old retailers
Simple lives are so deep seated
And history always gets repeated
Some folks see a birds eye view
Others havent got a clue
Some will go and some will stay
It doesnt matter anyway
Chorus:
They are changing channels
Crazy girls and boys
Theyll be changing channels
Changing toys
Survivors of tidal waves
Children of former slaves
Strange how they all behave
Like its another world
Theres an island in the ocean
Where the people stay in motion
Somewhere on the old gulf stream
Do they live or did I dream
Chorus:
They were changing channels
Waitin for their sails to fill
Theyll be changing channels
Always will
Theyll be changing channels
Waitin for their sails to fill
Theyll be changing channels
Always will
To joseph campbell and bruce chadwick whose words and thoughts were an
Inspiration. to charlie allen and lt. jim amos anderson whose spirits
Linger with me though their days on the planet were far too few.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Never Again
I can never be what you want me to be
And I regret nothing from you
Today I realized you will
never come through.
Our souls did not match but we
were a fact..
Why did I hang on for so many
years?
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
I felt I did not deserve better
Now I know the truth of the matter
You were never good enough for me
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
You used me like a drug
one day you love me the next
your gone..
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
Even if I promised you tommorow
you just could not conclude.
I don't need you in my life..
.................
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
The past seems like
yesterday, The pain is deep but
fading...
The darkness came and you
were never again,
But I am just fine now
Never again will I wait around
Just like a junkie, not good enough for me
.
poem by Sita Cabrera
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Denomination
A world estranged
Ingrained in uncertainty
As sanctified effigies
Cry tears of blood
When holy men
Rape Nuns to purge
Their desires
Flipping pages to memorize phrases
Of a hundred lesser gods
The foundation
Of denomination
Is confusion
Without resolution
As Parsons seek
Carnal pleasures
From altar boys
Flipping pages to memorize phrases
Of a hundred lesser gods
The eleventh hour
Of the seventh day
Continues the timeless
Partition of the color line
As congregations
Of sheep weave
The fine wool suits
Of well dressed
False Prophets
Flipping pages to memorize phrases
Of a hundred lesser gods
poem by Mikaylah Simone
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57 Channels
I bought a bourgeois house in the hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable tv
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So i hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my japanese car
I came home and i pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All i got was a note that said "bye-bye john
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
So i bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of elvis well i just let it blast
'til my tv lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "what you got in your defense son?"
"fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Please
I've come to tell you 'bout the story I see
It made of honey but it sting like a bee
Got the message that it come from the floor
And that's the way to get yourself in trouble
You think it's easy 'cause you don't know the feeling
Make it up
Make it up like you do no wrong
Give me fever like a man blind from passion
If you got the time I'll show you how to turn it on
Please
You got that need
She got her ways to get me down on the floor
And take me places that I never seen before
Someone told me I got to take it easy
But I'm a junkie
A junkie when the heat is on
song performed by by INXS
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Please (You Got That)
Ive come to tell you bout the story I see
It made of honey but it sting like a bee
Got the message that it come from the floor
And thats the way to get yourself in trouble
You think its easy cause you dont know the feeling
Make it up
Make it up like you do no wrong
Give me fever like a man blind from passion
If you got the time Ill show you how to turn it on
Please
You got that need
She got her ways to get me down on the floor
And take me places that I never seen before
Someone told me I got to take it easy
But Im a junkie
A junkie when the heat is on
song performed by by INXS
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Nothing Will Be As Wonderful
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the trees were full of flowers row upon row
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
in the distance seagulls turned around a ship’s mast
flew away in lines above us.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where your hand had fitted fine and precisely into mine
where I fell more intimately in love with you
the water in the channels reflected bright like glass
we had seen an otter splashing at rocks in the sea
while the boat floated recoiling over the sea.
Nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
where now I reach in vain for you
and forever you are separated from me,
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass
while the hot spring rain, wash away my tears
with dire pain cutting through me;
nothing will be as wonderful, as that spring had been
the water in the channels reflects bright like glass.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Not If You Were The Last Junkie On Earth
I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe.
But today,
If you think that I dont know
About depression and
Emotional pain,
Youre insane, or your
A fool who hasnt paid attention
To a word that I say.
In a way, I cant
Help but feel responsible.
I always knew that you were insane
With your pain.
But I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe
Now a-day.
You never thought youd get addicted,
Just be cooler in an obvious way.
I could say, shouldnt you have got
A couple peircings and decided
May-be that you were gay.
In a way
I cant help but feel responsible,
I always knew that you were insane
With you pain
But I never thought youd be a junkie
Because heroin is so passe hey.
(repeat)
song performed by by Dandy Warhols
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Poem about Poetry - Getting Real with Oneself
poetry is about getting real
with oneself while we go find
oneself in the mace of traffic
of human expressions
acquired or self invented
so that we can use them
effectively as a gift to cross
the bridge to human hearts
it is about carrying roses or orchids
to beautify humanity or be
be at a loss of what to do in the face
of such challenge falling head over heel
it is about a butterfly that hides
itself in a harsh dried leaf to one day
finds its real self and flies away with a divine
expression, flipping, flapping, flipping
didacting melancholy through a prismatic
and honeyed state of transcience
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Shifting To Drift Like Swift Winds
That which remains to sustain limelight,
Becomes less bright over a time...
To find a dimming intentionally done.
Although the message stays,
Just as sharp and tight to deliver...
To those awaiting to feed their appetites.
People seeking fads,
Are not interested in longevity.
With those fads changing amongst us...
Just as fast as a storm comes and passes,
For minds to rid and forget the intent of it.
As if to use a remote to preview an array of channels,
To peruse and cruise through lives lived...
Treated as breezes shifting to drift,
Like swift winds blowing that finally end.
And with a touching of a button flipping to switch,
From one thing to another to experience their druthers...
Which do not sit to stick for too long,
To ensure any importance is effectively erased.
And does not prolong,
An awaiting replacement that guarantees...
A variety of increasing nonsense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That's All I'm Gonna Feed
It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!
It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!
I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!
It's not about the people who peep.
Not about it.
Or the people who decide to eat meat.
Not about it no.
I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!
It's not about the rhyme,
And reason.
Not about it no.
Not about the minds flipping out.
Not about it!
Not about whatever's in season.
Not about it no.
And not about the lips poked out.
Not about it!
I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!
I'm only digging you and me...
And that's all I'm gonna feed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slicks Matrix
I am the poet junkie
writing my fix
anytime of any day
when thoughts I must say
in form rarely chunky
yet words may transfix
clicks the poet junkie
writing lyrics fix
anytime of any day
traffics thoughts at bay
in form rarely funky
yet words may transfix
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Black Coffee
Feat. merry clayton
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee
She told me that shed always be thinkin of me
She said she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said she never put no one else above me
Except her monkey, shes like a junkie
Just like a junkie, just like a junkie
It was april 25th, its up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass is shady
She said her moms from jamaica said her fathers from haiti
Such a pretty lady, shes such a lady
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
She left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee, just like black coffee , just like black coffee
song performed by by Everlast
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Highway Junkie
Album: Black Dog (Original Soundtrack) [MCA] 1998
Track 4
A hundred cups of coffee,
Five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway
And I ain't forgot her yet
But I keep on movin',
I keep movin' down the line
There ain't nothin' in my mirror
Just a cloud of dust and smoke
What do you expect
When some ole trucker's heart gets broke
Yeah, a trucker's heart gets broke
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
Ten miles outta' Nashville
I was doin' a hundred and one
State boy pulled me over
He said Where's the fire son?
Said Where's the fire son?
I said man there ain't no fire
I'm just runnin' from a flame
So go on an write your ticket, man,
But I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
--- Instrumental ---
So I rolled on down to Memphis,
I had nothin' left to loose
Wanted to hear some rock n' roll
But all they played was blues
I didn't wanna hear no blues
So I went to call up Elvis
But Roger Miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that eighteen wheeler boy
You're the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road
But them big wheels of rubber
Gonna rub her off my mind
Well I'm a highway junkie
And I need that old white line
I said I'm a highway junkie, man,
And I need that old white line...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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Highway Junkie
(chris knight/sam tate/annie tate)
A hundred cups of coffee, five hundred cigarettes
A thousand miles of highway and I aint forgot her yet
But I keep on moving, I keep moving down the line
There aint nothing in my mirror, just a cloud of dust and smoke
But what do you expect when some old truckers heart gets broke
Yeah, truckers hearts gets broke
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
Ten miles out of nashville, I was doing a hundred and one
State boy me over and he said, wheres the fire, son?
He said, wheres the fire son?
I said man, there aint no fire, Im just running from a flame
Go on and write your ticket, but I aint the one to blame
That county judge tried to rob me blind.
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
So I rolled on down to memphis
I had nothing left to lose
I wanted to hear some rock and roll, but all they played was blues
I didnt wanna hear no blues
So I went to call up elvis and roger miller grabbed the phone
He said drive that 18 wheeler, boy, youre the king of the road
Said I was the king of the road
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
But them big wheels of rubber are gonna rub her off my mind
Im a highway junkie, I need that old white line
song performed by by Randy Travis
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