Hitting is timing. Pitching is upsetting timing.
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There is timing in the whole life of the warrior, in his thriving and declining, in his harmony and discord. Similarly, there is timing in the Way of the merchant, in the rise and fall of capital. All things entail rising and falling timing. You must be able to discern this.
quote by Miyamoto Musashi
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Two Timer
She thinks shes high fashion
She thinks she looks divine
And thats what I keep tellin her
I tell her all the time
And she tells me she likes fast cars
She says she likes mine the best
And just because of that, baby
You think shed forget the rest, no, no, no
Just call me a three time loser
Thats all Ill ever be
cause my babys such a two timer
You know shes two timing, shes a-two timing me
Two timer, my baby is a two timer
My babys a two timer
My babys a two timer
My baby, shes a-two timing me, timer
Two timer
Just call me a three time loser
Thats all Ill ever be
cause my babys such a two timer
You know shes two timing, shes a-two timing me
Two timer, two timer
My babys a two timer
My babys a two timer
My baby, shes a-two timing me, two timer
My baby is a two timer
Shes nothin but a two timer
Its the truth baby, youre a two timer
My baby is a two timer
My baby is a two timer
song performed by by Kiss
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Tragedy Loves An Audience
The moment I met her I thought
'You know, she would play the 'tortured widow' really well'.
After all, if all the world is a stage,
then the cast should at least be adequate
and given my seeming 'need' for self destruction
it would be nice to have someone who is predisposed to melodrama around.
It's all about timing.
Timing and inevitability.
poem by Brevet Wilson
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Acting is all about timing. I mean, who has better timing than the MCs?
You win battles by knowing the enemy's timing, and using a timing which the enemy does not expect.
quote by Miyamoto Musashi
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When You Got In
I Went Out
Such Is The Wrong Timing
Of Your
Compassion
Then We Talk
About The Proper Timing
Of Our Desires
You Set The Time, The Place, And The Mood
Now It Is Not Just Desire But
Love
Yes, Love,
But Sometimes I Still Wonder
What Love Is
When Two People Meet At The Proper Time
The Proper Place, And The Proper Mood
When Everything Seems Right
And Yet
Feels So Wrong
When Everything Is Supposedly Proper
And Yet
There Is Still This
Feeling Of Impropriety
I Am 48 Years Old And You Are 49
And I Am Just Asking
When We All Want To Be Inside The Room Of
Ecstacy
And Yet
They All Want Us
Out
Just Because They Also Feel
That The Timing May Be Right
But It Simply Does Not
Look All Right
And Then You Are A Little
Bit Irritated And You Ask
Finally
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Good-hearted Woman
(waylon jennings, willie nelson)
A long time forgotten
Dreams that just fell by the way.
The good life he promised,
It aint what shes living today.
Shes never complaining
Of the bad times and the bad things hes done.
Lord, she just talks about the good times theyve had
And the good times to come.
Shes a good-hearted woman
In love with a good-timing man.
She loves him in spite of his ways
That she dont understand.
Through teardrops and laughter
Theyll pass through this world hand in hand
A good-timing woman
In love with a good-hearted man.
He likes the bright lights and night life
And good-timing friends.
When the partys all over
Shell welcome him back home again.
Kinky!
Lord knows she dont understand him
She does the best that she can,
This good-hearted woman
Loving a good-timing man.
Kinky, aw!
Shes a good-hearted woman
In love with a good-timing man,
She loves me in spite of my wicked ways
She dont understand.
Through teardrops and laughter
Well pass through this world hand in hand,
A good-timing woman
In love with a good-hearted man.
Shes a good-timing woman
In love with a good-hearted man.
She loves me in spite of my donald duck ways
She dont understand.
(one more time!)
Through teardrops and laughter
Well pass through this world hand in hand
Kinky!
A good-timing woman
In love with a good-hearted man.
Ah-ooh!
A good-timing woman
In love with a good-hearted man.
Ah-ooh!
One, two, three
song performed by by Kinky Friedman
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Wrong Timing
when you got in
i went out
such is the wrong timing
of your
compassion
then we talk
about the proper timing
of our desires
you set the time, the place, and the mood
now it is not just desire but
love
yes, love,
but sometimes i still wonder
what love is
when two people meet at the proper time
the proper place, and the proper mood
when everything seems right
and yet
feels so wrong
when everything is supposedly proper
and yet
there is still this
feeling of impropriety
i am 48 years old and you are 49
and i am just asking
when we all want to be inside the room of
ecstacy
and yet
they all want us
out
just because they also feel
that the timing may be right
but it simply does not
look all right
and then you are a little bit irritated and you ask
finally:
why do you talk too much?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Making Love With You In Pain And Fear
you are coming from a distant place
and we shall soon meet
i told you about what i hate
this waiting
and it is the same thing with you
you were never born with the patience
we meet half-way
on a perfect timing
you come and i go
no one waits for another
we like it this way always on a perfect timing
waiting is outlawed
a treaty is sealed
and it has been that way since then
no one waits
you come and i go and that has always been
the way i make love with you
we were happy and then the truth comes
it will not always be that way
for one has to be god and the other has to be a slave
we cannot agree
we parted ways and there in that pain and fear
we have always been waiting forever
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect Timing
I've seen despair,
I've been crying.
I've seen the absence of air,
But all was fixed in perfect timing.
Irony takes a place,
All when I'm in agony.
Then came a face,
One that repairs and make empathy.
Hope soon blooms,
Then adjoined with one so dear.
Glance at these rooms,
Ones that used to strike one so hollow with fear.
Care found in one so void,
Found in the only thing that's true.
No more urges to be paranoid,
Now that I'm known to you.
I've seen hope,
I've been laughing.
I live and finally cope,
For unexpectedly, all was done in perfect timing.
poem by Leonardo David Tay
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The Clansman
(harris)
Wake alone in the hills
With the wind in your face
It feels good to be proud
And be free and a race
That is part of a clan
And to live on highlands
And the air that you breathe
So pure and so clean
When alone on the hills
With the wind in your hair
With a longing to feel ..
Just to be free
Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
Its a time when you die
And without asking why
Cant you see what they do
They are grinding us down
They are taking our land
That belongs to the clans
Not alone with a dream
Just want to be free
With a need to belong
I am a clansman .....freedom
Its a time wrought with fear
Its a land wrought with change
Ancestors could hear
What is happening now
They would turn in their graves
They would all be ashamed
That the land of the free
Has been written in chains
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then Ill take what is mine
I am the clansman
And I swear to defend
And well fight to the end
And I swear that Ill never
Be taken alive
And I know that well stand
And well fight for our land
And I swear that my bairns will be born free
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then Ill take what I want
I am the clansman .....freedom
And I know what I want when the timing is right
Then Ill take what is mine I am the clansman
No, no we cant let them take anymore
No we cant let them take anymore
Weve the land of the free
Freedom
Is it right to believe
In the need to be free
Its a time when you die
And without asking why
Cant you see what they do
They are grinding us down
They are taking our land
That belongs to the clans
Not alone with a dream
Just want to be free
With a need to belong
I am a clansman
And I know what I want
When the timing is right
Then Ill take what is mine
I am the clansman ? ..freedom
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Running Time,
Running Time,
Running time,
Ahead of all timing,
It is not waiting for any man,
There is the running in me that is seeing a future,
Time taketh a man away,
I see that time is not waiting for any being,
It is only that we conjecture on the Blessing's that we are about to receive,
Not wasting any time is even better,
Iam a man that need's respect,
I find that value and time is all waiting for that joy,
All time and all moments,
There is that calling that I find life harder than ever before,
In all that man can do,
Time is separating man from knowledge and Kingdom that is to come,
There is nothing worth like Time,
We conjecture on timing,
Time is like,
It is a god head.
poem by Abdul Karim
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(Never So) Right
As there's always this lonesome sensation yet again
It seemed to come back with such a strain
Even though she does tease
Into something that now I could always shout
For all you ever seem to do is run around with that of a pout
Newly evermore so tight
Like pain of knife
For I always moan
So the memories fall away as they leave this old sound
A fading romance lark
Timing is never so right as I'm less than smart
Guesses fall in time when I dunno who to even be
Denying that you will always do as you want to tease
As I face my cup
Gone like the wind but never sure of this lonesome scene
Guys like me watch you dance and leave that of such a sting
Newly evermore so tight
Like pain of knife
For I always moan
So the memories fall away as they leave this old sound
A fading romance lark
Timing is never so right as I'm less than smart
Newly evermore so tight
Like pain of knife
For I always moan
So the memories fall away as they leave this old sound
A fading romance lark
Timing is never so right as I'm less than smart
poem by Rich Downes
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Timing is everything.
quote by Tommy Shaw
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Pitching is 80% of the game and the other half is hitting and fielding.
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It's pitching, hitting and defense that wins. Any two can win. All three make you unbeatable.
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Life is about timing.
quote by Carl Lewis
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Timing in life is everything.
quote by Leonard Maltin
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Time in Hell
I float in time with open mind...
A quest; a chance of riddled thought:
Infinity squared, then seek to find
An answer; pained and overwrought,
I dodder with an addled head;
Befuddled, merging with a haze of
Mysticism, then to tread
A metaphoric swamp – a maze
Of existentialism…
But now for time to tick in rhyme
With ‘tock’ – a clock to tell thro’ chime
Precisely on the knell
That as I dared to understand,
I must be deep in Hell…
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Time
Time, time
Time, time, time, time
Ticking time, timing time
Time and time and time in time is time
for time in Hell is time and time for time, is time
Oh time is time, time, time, ticking time in Hell
Ticking time, timing time
Time, time, time, time
Time time
Time
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Golf From Hell
THE DEVIL INVENTED THIS IMPOSSIBLE SPORT.
WORSE THAN HELLFIRE, IT’S YOUR LAST RESORT.
SO MANY HAVE TRIED; SO MANY HAVE CRIED.
IN THOSE HAZZARDS SO MANY HAVE DIED.
WHAT A PLEASURE TO PLAY WITH A SCRATCH HANDICAPPER.
MAKES YOU WANT TO THROW YOUR STICKS IN THE CRAPPER.
HE SAYS IT’S JUST EYE-HAND COORDINATION.
HE’S NEVER SUFFERED FROM TWO-FOOT PUTT CONSTIPATION.
HE SAYS IT’S JUST A MATTER OF SHIFTING YOUR WEIGHT.
AS FOR ANYMORE SHIFTING, IT’S NOW TOO LATE.
AND WHAT’S THAT DEAL ABOUT A FULL SHOULDER TURN?
WHEN I TIE MY SHOES, THEY ALREADY BURN.
WORST OF ALL IS HIS SMOOTH, SLOW BACKSWING.
IF I TRIED THAT, I WOULDN’T MOVE ANYTHING.
HE SAYS TIMING GIVES HIM ADDED TORK.
I SAY MY TIMING HELPS ME PLAY LIKE A DORK.
AND OH MY GOD WHEN HE’S ON THE GREEN,
HE DROPS PUTTS LIKE A MACHINE.
THAT’S WHERE WE PLAY SOMEWHAT THE SAME
I MACHINE GUN MY PUTTS… AND KILL MY GAME.
AT THE END OF THE ROUND, HE SAYS IT WAS FUN.
BUT I’M HERE TO TELL YOU WHEN THAT ORDEAL’S DONE,
I HEAD FOR THE SHOWERS SAD AND ALONE.
AGAIN I’VE BEATEN MYSELF… ALL ON MY OWN.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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