I love what I do, so it's not tiring. If I worked at a computer or drove a truck, I'd be dead in a week.
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My Computer
"what?" they say, "you got a
computer?"
it's like I have sold out to
the enemy.
I had no idea so many
people were prejudiced
against
computers.
even two editors have
written me letters about
the computer.
one disparaged the
computer in a mild and
superior way.
the other seemed
genuinely
pissed.
I am aware that a
computer can't create
a poem.
but neither can a
typewriter.
yet, still, once or
twice a week
I hear:
"what?
you have a
computer?
you?"
yes, I do
and I sit up here
almost every
night,
sometimes with
beer or
wine,
sometimes
without
and I work the
computer.
the damn thing
even corrects
my spelling.
and the poems
come flying
out,
better than
ever.
I have no
idea what causes
all this
computer
prejudice.
me?
I want to go
the next step
beyond the
computer.
I'm sure it's
there.
and when I get
it,
they'll say,
"hey, you hear,
Chinaski got a
space-biter!"
"what? "
"yes, it's true!"
"I can't believe
it!"
and I'll also have
some beer or
some wine
or maybe nothing
at all
and I'll be
85 years old
driving it home
to
you and me
and to the little girl
who lost her
sheep.
or her
computer.
poem by Charles Bukowski
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Computer Age
Cars and trucks
Fly by me on the corner
But Im all right
Standin proud before the signal
When I see the light
I know Im more than just a number.
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Bikes and vans
Fly by me on the desert
But Im all right
Standing out here in the hot sun
When I see the light
I feel like more than just a number
And I stand before you
Or else we just dont see the other
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
Precious metal lines
Molded into highways
Running through me
So microscopically
Days and nights
Weeks and months and seasons
Rolling through me
So chronologically.
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
I need you
To let me know that theres a heartbeat
Let it pound and pound
And Ill be flying like a free bird
And you need me
Like ugly needs a mirror
And day by day
This horizons getting clearer
Computer age computer age
Computer age.
song performed by by Neil Young
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First Snow Fall
Today is the first snow fall of the winter
And I have exhausted myself thinking
Thinking devoid of emotions
Dry thinking like some dead parts of a computer
For dead leaves and trees are not dead
They die with emotions
And computers too
Snow fall and computers
It’s all but my thinking
My love, for so many hours
I have been remembering you
I have missed you too
But I am here and will watch
The snow fall for you
And again I want to make
My computer live
And a camera
To record
Now I wish I had camera with me
And then download my emotions
To the computer
And wire it to you
To share with you
Now, look so many emotions
And the computer parts
Which are alive
And in assistance
To the nature
Trees and roots
Human and emotions
I want to call you on phone
A mobile phone
And tell you
Its snow fall over here
But before the night falls
Let me do it
My love,
Sometimes life is so beautiful
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Weekend Superstar
I've worked out on the road
Hammered nails all in a row
I've worked on cars, and I've sold things too
All I need is this pickup truck
A little bit of love
And a whole lot of luck
Come Friday night I know just what to do
I hear a big ole crowd
Screaming loud, bartender says last call
Come on back tomorrow night
I'm sure we'll have a ball
I'm just an ordinary guy all week long
Till I step inside this bar
I'm a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
Weekend superstar
When the weekends done and Monday comes
It's back to the same ole grind
I work hard all week for a little bitty check
The government says ain't mine
When the whistle blows
I'll be on my toes, headed back to the bar
I'm a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
Weekend superstar
I hear a big ole crowd
Screaming loud, bartender says last call
Come on back tomorrow night
I'm sure we'll have a ball
I'm just an ordinary guy all week long
Till I step inside this bar
I'm a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die
Weekend superstar
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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The Shorter Week
I worked for fifty hours a week,
And someone said to me,
'Don't be a serf! Throw off your chains,
And show the world you're free!'
So I cut down my working hours
And found, upon the whole,
The leisure time I had to spare
Good for my body's carking care,
And better for my soul.
I worked for forty hours a week,
And someone said to me,
'Release your bonds, you shackled slave!
Show all the world you're free!'
So I reduced my working hours
And found in leisured lull,
The more I sought to play, the more
Amusement had become a bore,
And life was rather dull.
I worked for twenty hours a week,
And someone said to me
'Awake, you mutt! Snap out of it,
And show the world you're free!'
So I cut out my working hours
And found that joy had flit.
Upon black melancholia's brink,
I sometimes used to sit and think
And sometimes merely sit.
I worked for not one hour a week,
And someone said to me,
'You lazy coot! Arise and shine!
You call this being free?'
So I resolved I'd better far
Rejoin the toiling mob.
But when I rose and looked around,
To my intense digust I found
Someone had pinched my job.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Aces & 8's
Walked up in the bar and sat down on the stool
And got the low down from the guy with the jewel
He was playin pool and he thought he was good
Cause he bet me five dimes, he could sink em with his foot
He grabbed a stick, tried to kick it with his heel
Did a sick back flip and ended up full kneel
He didn't squeal, but it looked like it hurt
And it did cause he took me for my cash and my shirt
I got worked, but what's worse than that
Just as he was leaving he tipped his hat
Then he laughed and said, I'm sorry bout your luck
When he walked out the door he got hit by a truck
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
How bout the guy, used to hang in the clubs
Getting all the numbers and getting all the love
He didn't wear gloves, he was too hard core
May he rest in peace, we don't see him anymore
Lots of stories and old cliches
Small town girl tryin to make her way
She moved to the city, all she wanted was a job
Now she's underneath the desk tryin to move to the top
It won't stop cause the circle won't let it
Be careful what you wish for, you might get it
You know the cat got macked by the bees
He was messin with the honey and the mouse and the cheese
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
You could beat the system, you could beat your girl
But who ya gonna beat come the end of the world
Imagine everything you ever worked for, strived for
Suddenly becomin everything your gonna die for
Now what'd ya live for
Nothing anymore right
How could you live your whole life uptight
See everything you did and everything you seen
Rolled around in the mud, but you couldn't come clean
And that makes you dirty, now how does that feel
Living life like an open cut that won't heal
Sore at the world and you don't know why
You bounced like a ball and that's how you'll die
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
That's a dead man's hand
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
Ace's and eight's
song performed by by Uncle Kracker
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Country Comfort
Soon the pines will be falling everywhere
As the village children fight each other for their share
And the six-o-nine goes roaring past the creek
As Deacon Lee prepares his sermon for next week
I saw Grandma yesterday down at the store
Well she's really doing fine for eighty-four
And she asked me if sometime I could fix her barn
The poor old girl she needs a hand to run that farm
Chorus:
And it's good old country comfort in my bones
It's the sweetest sound these ears have ever known
It's just an old-fashioned feeling fully-grown
Country comfort and a truck that's goin' back home
Oh it's goin' back home
Down at the well they've got a new machine
The foreman says it'll cut manpower by fifteen
"Hey but that ain't natural" old Clay would say
You see he's a horse-drawn man until his dying day
(REPEAT CHORUS TWICE)
Country comfort and a truck that's goin' back home
Whoa, it's goin' back home
Hey take me back home
And a truck, and a truck that's goin' back home
Any truck
song performed by by Keith Urban
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I Love My Computer
I love my computer you make me feel alright
Every waking hour and every lonely night
I love my computer for all you give to me
Predictable errors and no identity
And it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
(Chorus)
All I need to do is click on you and we'll be joined in the most soul-less way
And we'll never ever ruin each other's day 'cuz when I'm through I just click
And you just go away
I love my computer you're always in the mood
I get turned on when I turn on you
I love my computer you never ask for more
You can be a princess or you can be my whore
And it's never been quite so easy
I've never been quite so happy
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
The world outside is so big but it's safe in my domain
Because to you I'm just a number and a clever screen name
All I need to do is click on you and we'll be together for eternity
And no one is ever gonna take my love from me because I've got security
song performed by by Bad Religion
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I worked with the same trainer that worked with Denzel Washington in THe Hurricane. It was three months of training, five days a week, 4 to 5 hours a day. This was followed by a month of choreography.
quote by Wentworth Miller
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A Love Like That
A love like that
Well Ive been wonderinwhat Ive been missini guess I should have known
But my heart does and it aint whisperinit tells me just what it wants
Someone who knows what I like in my coffee
And the shape of my olhat
A lover who always looks at me not through me
I need a love like that
Chorus:
I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
Well I need a new car but I cant afford it
So I keep patchinthat olflat
My hearts lonely and I cant ignore it
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
Two young people dancinin the daylight
They dont care where theyre at
Waitinon sunset holdinon so tight
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
I need a love like that
One little baby hidinin the shadow
Of her daddys hat
Lovinand trustinblindly shell follow
I need a love like that
Chorus:
Yeah, I need a love like that
I could use a little sun on my back
A truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
And I need a love like that
Tag:
Yeah, a truck needs a highway, a train needs a track
And I need a love like that
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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On A Seven-Day Diary
Oh I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and talked and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and watched a show and slept.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate steak and went to sleep.
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
and ate and fucked and went to sleep.
Then it was Saturday, Saturday, Saturday!
Love must be the reason for the week!
We went shopping! I saw clouds!
The children explained everything!
I could talk about the main thing!
What did I drink on Saturday night
that lost the first, best half of Sunday?
The last half wasn't worth this 'word.'
Then I got up and went to work
and worked and came back home
from work and ate and went to sleep,
refreshed but tired by the weekend.
poem by Alan Dugan
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Man And Bottle
Just an empty brandy bottle by the door
An empty bottle standing on the floor
Last week 'twas worth a carpenter's day's pay
But now it isn't worth taking away.
Last week 'twas full of brandy to the top
But in it now there's not a single drop
Just like a candy box without the candy
What value a brandy bottle without brandy?
The man who drank the brandy he is dead
Like all dead men a pine box is his bed
He rests in peace where all dead people lay
Six foot under graveyard earth and clay.
He drank the brandy and then drove his car
But alas the poor man did not travel far
His car left the road and crashed against a tree
And with his life he paid for gluttony.
Next time you're in a bar and have to drive a car, do think
Hard liquor is a thing you ought not drink
Spare a thought for the poor man who drank the brandy
And ask the publican for a beer shandy.
poem by Francis Duggan
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When Brain Throws Frisbee
writing all day speeds tiring
tiring eyes minds eye dizzy
when brain throws spin frisbee
poem by Terence George Craddock
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That's Me
Picture a fellow with his boots shined up
A new coat of clean on his pick-up truck
Ringin' your doorbell, thinkin' about love
Hey honey that's me!
That's me with a capital m
That's me ten times ten
Ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance i get!
Picture a fellow at a picture show
His arm around you in the very last row
Stealin' a kiss as the credits roll
Yeah honey that's me!
That's me with a capital m
That's me ten times ten
Ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance i get!
(ah, play it boys!)
I never dealt with such a big deal
How to tell ya how i feel
I'll be your fellow in nothin' flat
Honey just picture that!
That's me with a capital m
That's me ten times ten
Ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance i get!
That's me with a capital m
That's me ten times ten
Ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance i get!
Yeah that's me every chance i get.
Honey that's me every chance i get.
song performed by by George Strait
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As I walk around, I have met 70-year-old women who live on the Upper West Side who love the show. And I met a couple in Kansas - a couple of truck drivers who drove around together - who loved it. It's popular all over the place and definitely in the gay community.
quote by Lee Tergesen
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Lazy Day
Lazy day, sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch t.v.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be beef today cause lamb was last week.
So full up, bursting at the seams,
Soon youll start to nod off, happy dreams.
Wake up, for tea and buttered scones
Such a lot of work for you sunday moms.
Its such a crying shame
Week after week the same.
Todays heaven-sent and youre feeling content,
You worked all week long.
Still, its quite sad tomorrows so bad
And I dont feel so strong.
Lazy day, sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch t.v.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Now its almost over till week.
Thats how your life goes by
Until the day you die.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Lean On Me (Tonight)
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
Like to get your feet up, watch TV.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Must be lamb today 'cause beef was last week.
So full up, bursting at the seams,
Soon you'll start to nod off, happy dreams.
Wake up, for tea and buttered scones
Such a lot of work for you Sunday moms.
It's such a crying shame
Week after week the same.
Today's heaven-sent and you're feeling content,
You worked all week long.
Still, it's quite sad tomorrow's so bad
And I don't feel too strong.
Lazy day, Sunday afternoon,
LIke to get your feet up, watch TV.
Sunday roast is something good to eat,
Now it's almost over till next week.
That's how your life goes by
Until the day you die.
song performed by by Moody Blues
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That's Me (Every Chance I Get)
Picture a fella with his boots shined up
A new coat of clean on his pick-up truck
Ringin' your doorbell thinkin' 'bout love
Hey honey that's me
That's me with a capital M
That's me ten times ten
I ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance I get
Picture a fella at the picture show
His arm around you in the very last row
Stealin' a kiss as the credits roll
Yeah honey that's me
That's me with a capital M
That's me ten times ten
I ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance I get
I never dealt with such a big deal
How to tell you how I feel
I'd be your fella in nothin' flat
Honey just picture that
That's me with a capital M
That's me ten times ten
I ain't worked up my courage yet
But that's me every chance I get
That's me every chance I get
Honey that's me every chance I get
song performed by by George Strait
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Computer and Man
I am great
All men I educate
I am capable
I am Irresistible,
I have a lot of memory
I answer every query
I have loads of power
Around me mankind hover
I solve problems arithmetical
I carry out operations logical
I am very intelligent
From men I'm different
I am a titan
I am super human
Can you guess
Who I am?
Yes! I am the COMPUTER.
The computer, itself thus prides
And on a high horse it rides.
It cannot comprehend
That man has been his friend
And that he had been behind
The work computer had stream-lined
To execute the multitude of commands
Which man had given for his demands.
Man is equal to the computer
When he speculates he is the man of matter.
As is the computer in man's hands
Is he not the man in God's hands?
.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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Last Week
Oh, the new-chum went to the backblock run,
But he should have gone there last week.
He tramped ten miles with a loaded gun,
But of turkey of duck saw never a one,
For he should have been there last week,
They said,
There were flocks of 'em there last week.
He wended his way to a waterfall,
And he should have gone there last week.
He carried a camera, legs and all,
But the day was hot and the stream was small,
For he should have gone there last week,
They said,
They drowned a man there last week.
He went for a drive, and he made a start,
Which should have been made last week,
For the old horse died of a broken heart;
So he footed it home and he dragged the cart --
But the horse was all right last week,
They said,
He trotted a match last week.
So he asked all the bushies who came from afar
To visit the town last week
If the'd dine with him, and they said "Hurrah!"
But there wasn't a drop in the whisky jar --
You should have been here last week,
He said,
I drank it all up last week!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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