Once at the White House I was asked to conduct the Drum and Bugle Corp. The man just handed me the baton and I finished the song. It was great. I got to keep the baton.
quote by Dom DeLuise
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Callin Baton Rouge
I spent last night in the arms
Of a girl in louisiana
And though Im out on the highway
My thoughts are still with her
Such a strange combination of a woman and a child
Such a strange situation stoppin every hundred miles
Callin baton rouge
A replay of last nights events
Roll through my mind
Except a scene or two
Erased by sweet red wine
And I see a truck stop sign ahead
So I change lanes
I need a cup of coffee
And a couple dollars change
Callin baton rouge
(chorus)
Operator wont you put me on through
I gotta send my love down to baton rouge
Hurry up wont you put her on the line
I gotta talk to the girl just one more time.
Hello samantha dear, I hope youre feelin fine
And it wont be long until Im with you all the time
But until then Ill spend my money up right down to my last dime
Callin baton rouge.
*chorus*
Callin baton rouge
Sweet baton rouge, my baton rouge
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Baton Rouge
When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a mariachi band
I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field
I think of a girl I never had
When I think of you baton rouge
I think of a back seat in a car
Windows are foggy and so are we
As the police asked for our i.d.
So helpless
So helpless
Ooohhh, ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
Ooohhh, so helpless
So helpless
Well I once had a car lost it in a divorce
The judge was a woman of course
She said give her the car and the house and your taste
Or else I set the trial date
So now when I think of you baton rouge
And the deep southern belles with their touch
I wonder where love ends and hate starts to blush
In the fields in the swamps in the rush
In the terra-cotta cobwebs of your mind
When did you start seeing me as a spider spinning web
Of malicious intent and you as poor, poor me
At the fire at the joint, this disinterred and broken mount
In the bedroom in the house where we were unmarried
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
When was I the villain in your heart
Putting the brake on your start
You slapped my face and cried and screamed
Thats what marriage came to mean
The bitterest ending of a dream
You wanted children and I did not
Was that what it was all about
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
You might get a laugh when you hear me shout
I wish I had
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
Sometimes when I think of baton rouge
I see us with two and a half strapping sons
One and a half flushed daughters preparing to marry
And two fat grandsons I can barely carry
Daddy, uncle, family gathered there for grace
A dog in a barbecue pit goes up in space
The dream recedes in the morning with a bad aftertaste
And Im back in the big city worn from the race of the chase
What a waste
So thanks for the card the announcement of child
And I must say you and sam look great
Your daughters gleaming in that -
- white wedding dress with pride
Sad to say I could never bring that to you that wide smile
So I try not to think of baton rouge
Or of a, of a, of a mariachi band
Or of sixteen and a crisp green football field
And the girl, and the girl I never had
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
So helpless, so helpless
So helpless
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Worth Running For
the race is long arduous
end is nowhere in sight
impossible to presently reach
here receive this baton
may many good hands
run this hard race with us
receiving baton passed
as I shall ever receive it back
run with you in belief faith
good will passing
is lifetime legacy
worth running for
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Coals glowing orange red
Coals glowing orange red in the half drum
blazing through the holes in the sides of it
and a guard warms his hands
where he stands watching, with eyes alert
one hand touching the baton
as if testing if it is still there
and his shadow is gigantic
on the white building behind him
and above him, in the night
God’s coals are aflame
burning through the holes in the sky.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Instruments Of War
The baton is raised.
Silent savagery, lurks in the green.
Silent feet, step softly,
waiting for fear to explode.
No sound make...let no twig break...
breathe softly, begging breath,
beat quietly, pounding heart.
Like drums, stretched too tight,
under the shadow of fisted war sticks.
Like steel strings, stretched too tight,
under poised sharp fingers.
The instruments lie waiting.
The baton falls!
A thunderous collage of,
flashes and screams,
fire and flesh,
metal and bone,
ripping,
stripping,
life dripping,
red tears.
The conductors baton stills,
and as the green grows silent,
he smiles.
Instruments, lie broken,
the green smolders,
and tomorrow,
remembers no more.
(1990)
poem by George Vuyakovich
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The Drummer Boy
A drummer boy dressed in white tapped his drum as he passed by my bed,
he never looked at me, and not a word was said.
Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, was his marching beat.
There was blood from a wound, but he kept to his feet.
As he marched back and forth it looked as though he was going to fall,
but he continued to beat his drum, as he walked through the wall.
On his departure the sound of a bugle was heard above the drum,
whistling rifle shots and cannon fire added to the battle’s hum.
A boy dressed in red and white, blowing a bugle marched passed my bed,
he had suffered a wound, and blood was flowing from his head.
Blowing with all his might I could see the determination on his face,
he seemed to be running out of breath, as he slowly lost the pace.
The drummer boy came up beside him and marched by his side,
the bugle boy stood up straight, and blew the charge as he cried.
Another drummer boy passed my bed followed by two more,
the bugle boy stood and looked ahead, and then fell to the floor.
Several soldiers charged pass, with bayonets fixed for attack,
passing the drummer boy one yelled, “Keep playing and don’t look back.”
With the sound of bullets in the air and shells exploding all around
soldiers charged and fell by my bed to the now distant drumming sound.
It suddenly all went quiet as everyone disappeared through the wall,
except for the drummer boy who played as he stood tall.
Tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum, tippy tap drum; a much softer beat,
he then looked at me with tears in his eyes, as he faded at my feet.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Louisiana Rain
Well it was out in california by the san diego sea
That was when i was taken in by an aging boardwalk queen
Yeah she nearly drove me crazy with all those china toys
And i know she really didn't mean a thing to any of those sailor boys
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby i'm noticing a change as i move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
South carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black somewhere on baker street
And it was just some mean old poison, that i took up my nose
Thank god for a love that follows the angels and the whores
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
Well i never will get over this english refugee
Singing to the jukebox in the all night beanery
Yeah he was eating pills like candy and chasing them with tea
You should have seen him lick his lips, that old black muddied beak
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
Baby i'm noticing the change as i move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face, washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same when i reach baton rouge
song performed by by Tom Petty
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The night watchman
The fire in the holed drum burns bright
and I can see red coals flickering
like the shining stars up in the sky
and white teeth smiles at me
while I walk by
and the night watchman puffs at a cigarette
and with sharp eyes watches
from his black overcoat
as if nothing passes him
with one hand holding a baton
and somewhere up there
eternally a watchman guards
while the lights of his fires beacons the night
against the dark, against evil things.
[References: Nagwag (night watchman) by DJ Opperman and the nightwatchman by Fhazel Johennesse.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Man With 18 Wheels
He's been gone for ten long days
Burnin' up that interstate
He's got a run from coast to coast
I've got one more night to go
I love a man with 18 wheels
Seventy feet of polished steel
Baby makes his livin' on the road
Well he just called from Baton Rouge
One more stop and he'll be through
Then he's mine until it's time to roll
Well his home away from home
Is in the house that Peter built
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
I love a man with 18 wheels
I can't wait to hear that sound
Of that big diesel gearin' down
We're gonna act like lovesick kids
We're gonna make up for the nights we've missed
I love a man with 18 wheels
Seventy feet of polished steel
Baby makes his livin' on the road
Well he just called from Baton Rouge
One more stop and he'll be through
Then he's mine until it's time to roll
Well his home away from home
Is in the house that Peter built
Oh I love a man with 18 wheels
I love a man with 18 wheels
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack from Lee Ann Womack
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Louisiana Rain
(by tom petty)
Producers for bonnie: robin geoffrey cable, ronnie scott, steve wolfe
Well it was out in california
By the san diego sea
That was when I was taken in
And it left its mark on me
Yeah it nearly drove me crazy
cause I felt I had no choice
Yeah it seemed that I was only marking time
With all those sailor boys
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
And Im noticing a change
As I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same
When I reach baton rouge
South carolina put out its arms for me
Right up until everything went black
Somewhere on a lonely street
And I still cant quite remember
Who helped me to my feet
But thank God for this long neck bottle
The angels remedy
Louisiana rain is falling just like tears
Running down my face
Washing out the years
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same
When I reach baton rouge
Well I never will get over
This english refugee
Singing to the juke box in some
All-nite beanery
Yeah he was eating hard rock candy
And chasing it with tea
You should have seem him lick his lips
When he looked up at me
Louisiana rain is falling at my feet
And Im noticing a change
As I move down the street
Louisiana rain is soaking through my shoes
I may never be the same
When I reach baton rouge
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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My past and future self
It has to be; one day, perhaps,
we’ll know the wisdom absolute of this;
and yet, and yet... I’m just a little sad,
not to meet my self in previous embodiment
and say, thanks for the baton that you passed
in this relay race of self to self
through millions of forms of life, they say;
you played your part; worked through your destiny,
gave cradle-gifts; withheld some too,
to test me further on the path of life;
I hope you’ll look upon me as your godly son;
smile; say, yes, he’s made good use of life..
And I’m a little sad, as well,
not to meet my self in next embodiment;
and say, here’s wishing you the very best;
sorry, that I could not give you more…
but this; and this; I hope you find these good,
and helpful; happy; take this love, this joy,
this hope, this trust; this baton’s made of gold;
grasp it firmly; run a goodly race;
we’ll watch you proudly from the stands;
smile; say, he’s trained well for this life..
And now, this said, it matters, and it matters not;
as present melds into eternity.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I served my country with my weapons: the quill, the violin, and the baton.
quote by George Enescu, translated by Dan Costinaş
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The Old Woman On The Road
why does the old woman
walk on the road
in her hand
a cane or a baton
softly and gently
tapping on the stone
as caressing
slowly and slowly
prone to her destiny
where are her children
where are her grand children
does she sees
enough to look
noone knows
lonely
as a desolate tree
when did they leave her
may be she is goı ng
to the desolate house she used to haunt
she lived with her husband
goı n g to water the flowers
in their garden
but her husband is dead
though she she quarrelled regularly
when he was alı ve
she misses him desperate
why did they leave her
alone
on the road
roads are dangerous
traffı ccı ng the cars
why does this old woman walk
with a cane or a baton
in handslowly..softly...gently
tapping on stone
her looks are even hopeful
never bored of lı fe
on this hour
on this time
why does the old woman
walk on the road
has she escaped from an asylum
or booted from it
ı t is evident
she does not see clearly
she looks like my poor auntie
how old women
look like each other
where are her children
where are her grand children
where are her beloved neighbours
a crow crows in the distant
in a desolate tree
does loneliness walks wth so diffı culty
and so bitter
how soon we have forgotten our elder
may god bewaring everyhing ever
hope god forget them never......
poem by Metin Sahin
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I am also a Kentucky Colonel and an Honorary Mayor of Baton Rouge, Louisiana, among other things.
quote by Jack L. Chalker
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I cannot forget a conversation that I had with an elderly couple from the tribe. They asked me whether I would kill them after I had finished. When I asked them why they asked that, they replied, Because you white men always do!
quote by Roland Joffe
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Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.
quote by Helen Rowland
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I was given a White House - well, you will have to ask the White House that. But I asked to attend the White House briefing because I was, you know, because I wanted to report on the activities there.
quote by Jeff Gannon
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I had a really good time in New Orleans, although I had some very tragic times in Baton Rouge. Some guys beat me up and threw my horn away. 'Cause I had a beard, then, and long hair like the Beatles.
quote by Ornette Coleman
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Brutus
At him, you are heaving your stick
But shouting ‘ahas’ and ‘ohos’ with throes
I thought “this man is a hoax”
But you’re as honorable as Brutus
I found the other end of that long baton, alas
Right in between your two legs
poem by Sathya Narayana
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