Good things come, and I'm not just referring to riding the buses.
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Riding
IF I should live again,
O God, let me be young,
Quick of sinew and vein
With the honeycomb on my tongue,
All in a moment flung
With the dawn on a flowing plain,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the sun and the rain.
If I, having been, must be,
O God, let it be so,
Swift and supple and free
With a long journey to go,
And the clink of the curb and the blow
Of hooves, and the wind at my knee,
Riding, riding, riding, riding
Between the hills and the sea.
poem by Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall
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Porpoise Song
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
Theres so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
song performed by by Monkees
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Porpoise Song {Theme From 'Head'}
My, my the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
And it cannot rejoice
Wanting to be, to hear and to see
Crying to the sky
But the porpoise is laughing good-bye, good-bye
good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Clicks, clacks
Riding the backs of giraffes for laughs is alright for a while
The ego sings of castles and kings and things
That go with a life of style
Wanting to feel, to know what is real
Living is a lie
But the porpoise is waiting good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye, good-bye, good-bye
song performed by by Monkees
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Rough God Goes Riding
Oh the mud splattered victims
Have to pay out all along the ancient highway
Torn between half truth and victimisation
Fighting back with counter attacks
Its when that rough God goes riding
When the rough God goes gliding
And then rough God goes riding
Riding on in
I was flabbergasted by the headlines
People in glasshouses throwing stones
Gaping wounds that will never heal
Now theyre moaning like a dog in a manger
Its when that rough God goes riding
And then the rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God comes riding on in
And its a matter of survival
When youre born with your back against the wall
Wont somebody hand me a bible
Wont you give me that number to call
When that rough God goed riding
And then that rough God goes gliding
Theyll be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
When that rough God goed riding
When that rough God goes gliding
Therell be nobody hiding
When that rough God goes riding on in
Riding on in
Therell be no more heroes
Theyll be reduced to zero
When that rough God goes riding
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
Riding on in
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Certified
Warnings...
Ignored.
Messages...
Ignored .
Speeches...
Ignored.
Lessons taught...
Ignored.
Observations...
Ignor ed.
Pleas...
All ignored with lifestyles threatened!
'Perhaps you weren't considered qualified,
and that's why you were ignored! '
Oh...
I'm not referring to them as the ones doing the ignoring!
I'm referring to those who ARE qualified,
I'm glad I ignored!
I am the maverick...
Deemed unsuitable for their 'selected' tastes!
Look at the mess they are in now.
And 'they' are the ones certified...
With values and standards they uphold!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Knew Too Few Would Be Found To Qualify
The comments made on racism,
Are as ridiculous as the denials.
Anyone within distance,
Of an urban area wherever it is.
Would witness the existence of it.
Unless those riding on tour buses are told,
How laziness results in hunger...
And homelessness.
And those that are subjected to this point of view,
Have had choices to control their own destinies.
But who knew too few would be found to qualify.
Leaving the majority to self inflict their own wounds.
And choosing to be victims.
The comments made on racism,
Are as ridiculous as the denials.
Anyone within distance,
Of an urban area wherever it is.
Would witness the existence of it.
Unless those riding on tour buses are told,
How laziness results in hunger...
And homelessness.
And those that are subjected to this point of view,
Have had choices to control their own destinies.
But who knew too few would be found to qualify.
Leaving the majority to self inflict their own wounds.
And choosing to be victims.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Good Joan
A long the thousand roads of France,
Now there, and here, swift as a glance,
A cloud, a mist blown down the sky,
Good Joan of Arc goes riding by.
In Domremy at candlelight,
The orchards blowing rose and white
About the shadowy houses lie;
And Joan of Arc goes riding by.
On Avignon there falls a hush,
Brief as the singing of a thrush
Across old gardens April-high;
And Joan of Arc goes riding by.
poem by Lizette Woodworth Reese
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Wandering
Neither
beginning
or end
the journey
walks with
familiar boots
that smell of fields
winter and summer skies
the rustle of autumn leaves
they turn up
sitting beside
me
as the slipping sun dips
over warm oceans
while the unfamiliar
blows
across in the wind
riding
through colour
spices, saffron, cumin
on windowless buses
jostling
over pot holes
they rest.
poem by Diana Rosser
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Suedehead
Why do you come here ?
And why, why do you hang around ?
I'm so sorry, oh ...
I'm so sorry, oh, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
Why do you telephone ? ahur...
And why, why send me silly notes ?
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry, oh ...
Why do you come here
When you know it makes things hard for me ?
When you know, oh
Why do you come ?
It was because
Everything that i did
I wrote it down
On the wall
You had to sneak into my room
'just' to read my diary
"oh, it was just to see, just to see"
(all the things you knew i'd written about you...)
And oh so many illustrations
Oh, but
I'm so very sickened
Oh, i am so sickened now
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Ah ...
Still, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
A good lay, ah ...
Oh, it was a good lay
It was a good lay
It was a good lay
Oh, it was a good lay
Good lay, good lay
Oh
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
Oh, it was a good lay, good lay
It was a good lay, good lay
Good lay, oh
Thankyou.
song performed by by Morrissey
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Rock & Roll Feeling
Written by james young, john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young
Well i've got this crazy feeling
It's a sickness in my soul
Well i can't play no 9 to 5 games
Hangin' loose is all i know
I get a buzz when i think about ya
Riding high's where i belong
Gonna get my things together
So if you want come on along
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Well you know that i am coming
And i'm already on my way
So baby don't you worry 'bout tomorrow
You know it seems like a month away
Well we got here just this morning
And we're goin' at the light of dawn
Well we've only got a short time
So mama won't you keep things going strong
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling
It's a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[guitar solo]
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling (it's a good good feeling)
It's a rock and roll feeling
It's a good feeling....
song performed by by Styx
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Rock Roll Feeling
Written by james young, john curulewski
Lead vocals by james young
Well Ive got this crazy feeling
Its a sickness in my soul
Well I cant play no 9 to 5 games
Hangin loose is all I know
I get a buzz when I think about ya
Riding highs where I belong
Gonna get my things together
So if you want come on along
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Well you know that I am coming
And Im already on my way
So baby dont you worry bout tomorrow
You know it seems like a month away
Well we got here just this morning
And were goin at the light of dawn
Well weve only got a short time
So mama wont you keep things going strong
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling
Its a rock and roll feeling
Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
[guitar solo]
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling (its a good good feeling)
Its a rock and roll feeling
Its a good feeling....
song performed by by Styx
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Good Things
Oh I dont know now baby, just what it is you got.
But whatever it is now babe, I sure do like it a lot.
I like all the good things you gave me, baby late last night.
I like the things you been givin me, oh mama now youre treatin me right, yeah.
Chorus
Good things, good things, my babys been treatin me right.
Good things, good things happen to me every night.
Come a little bit closer baby, and rub off some of your stuff.
Until I holler and scream now baby, I just aint had it enough.
Aint had enough of the good things you gave me, baby late last night.
Aint had enough of what youre givin me, oh mama now youre treatin me right, yeah.
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Chorus
Good things, good things, good things, good things.
Good things, good things, good things, good things.
Good things, good things, good things, good things.
Good things, good things, good things, good things.
Good things, good things, good things, good things.
(to fade)
song performed by by Grand Funk Railroad
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Riding With Cats Eyes Nine Lives
riding with cats eyes nine lives
riding in dark or moonlight
riding in cloud shadow or rain
riding with a lucky stars roll
riding at speed in night magic
hitting judder bars in darkness
hitting judder bars hard fast
hitting judder bars all alone
hitting judder bars straight on
hitting judder bars at speed
is heightened airborne rush
is riding racing death in night
is riding in night fed wonder
is heightened seconds flying
is ready road rocket launch pad
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Buses (Fun Poem 42)
When they told me
not to use my car for a month.
I smiled and thought,
a blessing in disguise,
but now I’m not so sure.
Walking a couple of miles each day
to get from point A to B,
that is not all that bad.
For longer journeys
I had to use Public Transport.
This is where that blessing
turned into a nightmare in disguise.
You can wait at a bus stop
for an hour or more,
then some bright spark will tell you,
the buses don’t run this way anymore.
Finally you find a bus stop
that the buses do use.
There you wait and wait.
Then you see your bus coming along,
your smile quickly turns to a frown,
for there in the destination window
at the front of the bus,
a little sign that reads.
BUS NOT IN SERVICE.
Bus not in service?
When are they ever in service?
They are always running late,
sometimes never at all.
Then one will come along,
that is over crowed,
and still you can’t get on.
All the time the Government
keep plugging away,
use Public Transport,
for it is greener.
They got that right for a change.
They put the buses out to pasture,
leave them for a while,
so they can chew on the cud.
Only to let them out
to milk the customers dry.
poem by David Harris
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Good Things!
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
It should never be a decision made,
Whether to show gratitute...
Whenever an attitude,
Is moody when it comes.
Do it...
No one loses!
It's never too late to show someone there,
You think of them just because you care.
Thinking they will know what it is you feel...
Does little for the one,
Who believes no one is aware...
With feelings that are real.
'How could they,
When they aren't there shown or spoken? '
And it's always a good sign...
To release and let things go!
When doubt is removed,
And your mind has approved
The doing is true and it can be proposed.
Hesitation for you will seldom come to show!
Knowing for you that good is in the doing,
And pursuing it from head to toe...
Has you moving.,
Reaping as you sow.
It's never too late to do good things...
When those good things come,
To be done!
Always contemplate good things,
And good things you did...
Makes those good things done grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Riding The Rainbow
(words & music by weisman - wise)
Im riding the rainbow, hitting the highway to happiness
Oh yes, Im looking to find someone whose meant to be mine
Im living to love
And loving to live
Ive got a heart
Im longing to give
Im riding the rainbow, Ill follow that star to where you are
Im riding the rainbow, heading for heaven and happiness
I guess somebody somewhere, someday will teach me to care
But being alone,
Dont bother me
Im free to have fun
Its fun to be free
Im riding the rainbow, Ill follow that star
Im riding the rainbow to where you are
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Good Things
Demo version, from mayor of simpleton single.
Released in 1989.
Four-track recording.
Though your heart desires the things that money can buy
Emptiness lies through the glass, I shield your eyes
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know your head is full of big ideas
You aint missing anything, have no fear
I have touched the grass so green on the other side
It will grieve you and deceive you with disguise
Theres nothing out there for you, my dear
Theres nothing out there for you
Let me tell you about the good things
The good things
I know you pine for things you see in magazines
That world brings heartache, now its not real, believe me
Remember all of those good things
You know you cant buy all those good things
song performed by by Xtc
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Good To Go
A low riding junkie girl
Rode down south to yr little world like a dream
You can do it if you want to
You can do it if you want to
You can do it if you want to be like me
I wouldnt need a hero if I wasnt such a zero
If I wasnt such a zero
Good to go
All I ever see around here is things of hers that you left lying around
Its all I ever see around here
She kicked new york like a curse
And you traced her footsteps in reverse up to queens
You can do it if you want to
You can do it if you want to
You can do it if you want to be like me
I wouldnt need a hero if I wasnt such a zero
If I wasnt such a zero
Good to go
All I ever see around here is things of hers that you left lying around
Its all I ever see around here
Some empty envelopes from some other town
Its all I ever see around here
Im waiting for something thats not coming
song performed by by Elliott Smith
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Casanova Brown
Let me tell you bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova brown
I met him at a party
He said the sweetest things when he hit on me
Wrapped up in his arms
I was blinded by his charm and I couldnt see
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, no
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
He hit on me and hell hit on you
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
I was lonely and naive
I guess thats why I believed every word he says
It felt so good to hear
Every time he said he cared it went straight to my head
He loved me and left me
But I cant deny
His love was so doggone good
I still, I still love that guy, ooh, [oh no] hey
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
He hit on me and hell hit on you, watch out
That jive type,that jive type, ooh
Casanova brown
Let me tell you bout that jive type
That jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type,
Casanova brown
I was sittin there mindin my business
Feelin good, checkin things out
Sippin on little wine [jive type, that jive type]
Then I spotted
Super cool dude cross the room diggin on me
I tried to pretend like I didnt even see him
But he was so fine
He took my hand and started to dancin
I know he felt me fallin for him
cause he kept holdin me tighter and tighter, ooh
Sure was nice
Girl, my head was all turned around, oh
I didnt know what I was gettin into, ooh, ow
Up to no good, oh no
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
Like the story of little red riding hood
The big bad wolf was up to
Up to no good, woo, oh
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
That jive type,that jive type
Casanova brown
song performed by by Gloria Gaynor
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I Don't Anymore....
this thing is not the most
important to do in my life
i have many other important things
to manage,
but this one is most addicting
because it can be anything
from trivial to serious
or to nothing but just a
matter of expression for the day
like
hmm, when i have nothing to say
i can always say it here
like when i have nothing else to mind
i can always put it here
you see, we are riding on the same boat
of ennui
when we feel riding it
we do,
when we don't we simply turn this thing off
and
do something else somewhere
nothing kills us, nothing can,
as simple as that...you wonder
i don't anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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