People tend to think of Brisbane as a sleepy, sub-topical place. I don't know. It's like Baltimore or something. I don't know. You would hear the family dramas going on behind closed doors.
quote by Geoffrey Rush
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Behind Closed Doors
Written by new order
There is a secret place
Underneath a tree
Where if you go and haste
You will find a key
The key will open doors
And you will look inside
The things that you will see
Will open up your eyes
At any given time
On every other street
The city comes to life
Though everyones asleep
A man beats up his wife
He doesnt wanna keep
Behind closed doors
Theyre in retreat
I dont know what makes me stay
The city life just aint the same
Theres something wrong with kids today
I blame the parents anyway
Theres no hope
No one to trust
I cant cope
Its obvious
Please dont take my drugs away
Im gonna give them up someday
There is a place somewhere
That I could call a home
Id live without a care
Id never be alone
One day I will get there
I feel it in my bones
I check upon the scores
I listen to the coors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
They still want more
Behind closed doors
song performed by by New Order
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Baltimore
Baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow? baltimore, igot no money for this call baltimore, I dont think I can hold my sorrow any longer in baltimore I feel Im up against a wall baltimore, can y
Nd me in this city now? baltimore, I dont know how much Ive been changed baltimore, I dont think Im very pretty now baltimore, can a meeting be arranged? well Ive been down, and Ive been sorry, its so hard to say it when youre tied deep in the hollow of a drum oh yeah, but I dont care to hear you say youre worried you can find me in the morning if you come balktimore, the best stories I remember baltimore, about friends I used to know Ive got a letter I could send her to baltimore now if you refuse to show well Ive been down, and Ive been sorry, its so hard to say it when youre tied deep in the hollow of a drum oh yeah, but I dont care to hear you say youre worried you can find me in the morning if you come baltimore, can you be in town tomorrow? baltimore, igot no money for this call baltimore, i
Dont think I can hold my sorrow any longer in baltimore I feel youre up against a wall in baltimore
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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The Son Never Shines (On Closed Doors)
I saw her there from afar
Her hair grey charcoal
Takes a drag from her tar
I kissed her a smile
But her blood red shot eye
Said the son never shines on closed doors
It's been eight long years since I saw
The woman who's labored
Since the day I was born
These wrinkles now face
To that cold dark damp place
Where the son never shines on closed doors
She said the son never shines on closed doors
I open to find only hurricanes blow
Take me away back to the green fields of May
Because the son never shines on closed doors
Death comes like a theif in the night
To steal while you sleep
The soul's flickering licght
Well maybe it's then
She said
song performed by by Flogging Molly from Drunken Lullabies
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I think behind closed doors people behave differently no matter what period we're looking at, because people have to stand up straight in public but can slouch behind closed doors - can you imagine wearing those corsets?
quote by Brenda Blethyn
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Behind Closed Doors
My baby makes me proud
Lord, don't she make me proud
she never makes a scene
By hangin' all over me in a crowd
'Cause people like to talk
Lord, don't they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know she'll be leavin' with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then she let's her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile
Lord, don't she make me smile
she's never far away
Or too tired to say I want you
She's always a lady
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights
She's still my baby to me
'Cause when we get behind closed doors
Then she let's her hair hang down
And she makes me glad I'm a man
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
song performed by by Charlie Rich, lyrics by Kenny O'Dell from Behind Closed Doors (1973)
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Behind Closed Doors
(kenny odell)
My baby makes me proud
Lord, dont he make me proud
He never makes a scene
By hangin all over me in a crowd
cause people like to talk
Lord, dont they like to talk
But when they turn out the lights
I know hell be leavin with me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
He makes me glad that Im a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile
Lord, dont he make me smile
Hes never far away
Or too tired to say I want you
And Im always a lady
Just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights
Hes still my baby to me
And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
Oh, he makes me glad Im a woman
Oh, no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Oh, behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
Im glad that Im a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Behind closed doors
I let my hair hang down
He makes me glad Im a woman
No one knows what goes on behind closed doors
And when we get behind closed doors
Then I let my hair hang down
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Well it was sent to me, well because almost everything that is written in Baltimore is sent to me. And David Simon, who was a writer for the Baltimore Sun, spent one year following the homicide squad in Baltimore and he chronicled that period of time.
quote by Barry Levinson
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Two Sleepy People
Two sleepy people miles apart,
May be sleepy but close in heart.
Two so alike it's hard to believe.
Too much to do, too much to achieve.
Awake in hours of the night,
Unable to rest, too uptight.
Two sleepy people, one young, one old.
Maybe sleepy but both are bold.
Not afraid to tackle anything.
Not afraid to face what life may bring.
Awake and burning the hours away.
Two sleepy people are too far away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Closed Doors Of The Mind
No one knows what goes on behind
the closed doors of the mind.
Thoughts that sometimes inspire
the deeds that transpires.
Many have tried to find the key
to unlock the secrets that are enclosed within,
buried deep behind
the closed doors of the mind.
The lust and deprivation
that sometimes conspire
to be set free
or the eternal love of life
that can rise to the fore.
Both are hidden in the crevasses
behind the closed doors of our mind.
15 July 2009
poem by David Harris
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It Is In The Blood
some people write
saying it runs in the family
it is inside the code
of its blood
corpuscles
it's the gene that makes
the hand write
my papa is a farmer and my
mama is a schoolteacher
no one in the family writes
what i hear is always a chatter
a murmur
a burst of emotions
broken plates
and broken doors
what i hear is always an
explosion
of light bulbs
the doors knew nothing
but slams
and the TV is loud with
horror
i have learned the secret
of silence
and since then
i have decided to write
i write for no one
i am attuned to having no one
this is for myself
and when i am no longer here
someone may read it
and say
This is myself too
and it is me that matters
alone, for i do not expect much
from ears neither from mouths
even from
the hearts.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Decisions They Make
People do not want to listen.
They choose to hear what they wish to hear.
And when decisions they make,
Do not favor their taken positions...
Accusations fly.
To leave them the last,
And perhaps the only one surprised...
As to why their rants,
Go ignored.
And...
Blocked from the ears of those,
Who have closed their doors.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sonnet- The World Today(7)
In world beset with problems numerous,
We tend to live an ignominious life;
And everywhere, things look so glamorous,
The downtrodden are put to immense strife.
The family-size has dropped to below three;
And many people tend to being gay;
Life’s sense of values is all gone surely;
And people tend to live thus anyway.
No one is sure to be alive next day;
Most people madly go after money;
‘We are the gods and goddesses’, some say;
All things look crazy in our society.
To where the world is heading at this rate?
God only can are suff’ring’s mitigate.
poem by John Celes
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Doors Opened And Closed
Our God can open any door, making things better than before,
That last place in which He chose, to permit that door to close.
He takes us on a chosen path, through that uncertain aftermath,
Working out all for our good, doing for us what we never could.
Nothing can hinder God at all, no matter how big, or how small,
He, who moves the heart of a king, is not hindered by anything.
God always works in His time, a schedule that is so unlike mine,
As God deals with me faithfully, I need to wait on God patiently.
Seeing no doors opened now, I must not question why or how?
As all doors still seem closed, to see what is not yet disclosed,
When I do not understand, knowing His heart, I see God’s hand.
As it may be a time for me to wait, while God’s help I anticipate.
Some doors are closed to stay, and inaccessible to our dismay,
Forced out of a comfort zone, but, we’re not forced to go alone,
Moved by God’s plan instead, guided by Grace, to move ahead,
And in His Grace, strength we find, to leave familiar ways behind.
Whether doors are closed or left ajar, in your earthly life thus far,
God will always open one for us, when in Him we place our trust,
And believers need not to despair, as our Lord shall always care,
For each one of us until we see, the Glorious Door up in Eternity.
(Copyright ©09/2009)
Behind Closed Doors
My baby makes me proud, Lord, don't she make me proud
She never makes a scene by hanging all over me in a crowd
Cause people like to talk, Lord, don't they love to talk
But when they turn out the lights, I know she'll be leaving with me
And when we get behind closed hairs, and she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
My baby makes me smile, Lord, don't she make me smile
She's never far away or too tired to say I want you
She's always a lady, just like a lady should be
But when they turn out the lights, she's still a baby to me
And when we get behind closed doors, and she lets her hair hang down
And she makes me glad that I'm a man
And no one knows what goes on behind closed doors
Behind closed doors.
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Behind closed doors they had what were legendary battles I hear but when the doors opened there was absolute unity. Not a crack could be found. No separation whatsoever. They were locked together for the good of the community.
quote by Maynard Jackson
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Juicy News
Keep it hot,
And topical.
That's the way to bait,
Insatiable attention.
If kept topical...
Ears will perk to alert.
And an elation will flow,
As if a massaging has stimulated.
Announce you've welcomed every obstacle,
And spent with guided sacrifice...
To deliver insight,
With fresh off the press spice!
And whisper low,
As if you are giving secret advice!
All eyes and ears then...
Will be glued and frozen as if packed in ice!
Keep it hot,
And topical.
That's the way to bait,
Insatiable attention.
And soon you will witness listeners,
As if in stupors...
Boozed up from the affect,
Of receiving the latest updated juicy news!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Behind closed doors
Doors made of steel
others made of wood
life going on behind them
things that are bad and good.
Doors that are always closed
while some are forever open wide
behind doors can lie secrets
and where people can go to hide.
A door opened to a new future
another one blocking your way
families at war behind the door
but where children can happily play.
Prisoners locked in behind solid doors
waiting for the key to turn in the lock
as lonely people sit in their homes
waiting for someone just to knock.
The doors of Gold created in Heaven
only opened for the chosen few
behind them lies an eternal life
but will they open for me or you?
poem by Kevin Halls
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Sleepy People
There are too many sleepy people in the world,
too many sleepy people.
They sleep through truth
and awaken to lies.
What does it take to realize
that no conscious thought
occurs in sleep?
Will they ever stop dreaming
and allow themselves to weep?
There are too many sleepy sheeple in the world,
too many sleepy sheeple.
They follow the herd.
They're silent in word
and flock together to be shorn.
So shorn they shall be.
They'll never be free.
Too sad, too sad I say.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Beneath Your Feet
Everyday we go outside,
to enjoy the world out there,
but we never think about,
the world beneath our feet.
It maybe tiny and microscopic,
with creatures that make some shiver.
This world is in a way
similar to the one we live in.
There are dramas there
as each creature struggles to survive.
So the next time you go
out into the garden,
stop for a moment and wonder,
at all the dramas being played out there.
The dramas of life and death,
that is just beneath your feet.
poem by David Harris
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This is not a family
This is not a family...
No not to me... a family is people who are there for you they are the people that you trust to make sure your okay they are the people that believe in you and they are the people who will never lie to you and always be honest
This is not a family...
For a family its pretty sad to think we treat one another as nothing talk to eachother as if we dont care for one another and backstab and walk on one another because we can
This is not a family...
I use to think i had it good till i grew up and relized family shouldnt bring eachother down... family shouldnt make you cry... family shouldnt make you think you will be nothing and stay nothing for....
This is not a family...
Instead its just a sad excuse of people who put up with eachother not because they want to but because they have to... for this family that i have i hope that all of you will soon relize before its too late that i love my family... and i believe in my family... and that even though my household is not right at all... i know that i will become something... not because you make me think i cant... its because i believe in myself and with that i know i will someday do great things...
FOR this is not a family...
but it is my family
poem by Andrea Thanasas
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