There is no mystery, at least not the kind you want. In real life there are no fogbound moors or clues on matchbooks or fifth columnists waiting to be unmasked. it would be nice if here were, because then there would be solutions to things in life, but it doesn't always work that way. Everyone likes a good detective story. I went through my Hammett phase in college. I think the attraction is, in life our mysteries aren't exciting. You know They're just intractable and depressing and enervating. Like, why do we always hurt the ones we love. Where does the money go ...in a detective story, at least the universe makes sense. It was him. He did it. The natural order is disturbed, but the beauty of it is that it's restored again.
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Hotel Detective
She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Yeah she's a
Hotel detective
Why don't you check her out
Well the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Yeah
Hotel detective
Cone on and check her out
She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel detective
My little
Hotel detective
Come on her
Hotel detective
Why don't you check her out
Hotel detective
Come on and swing with me
Hotel detective
From the top of a tree
Hotel detective
And make me feel like a bee
Hotel detective
That's where i want to know you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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(She Was A) Hotel Detective (single Mix)
She's got her ear to the walls and she's tappin' the calls
If you've got a secret boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
yeah she's a
Hotel Detective
Why don't you check her out
Well the bellhop is funky
The dumbwaiter's a monkey
If there's a knock at the door, boy, forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
yeah
Hotel Detective
Cone on and check her out
She says she likes my face
She says she owns the place
Forget about it, 'cause she's a
Hotel Detective
my little
Hotel Detective
come on her
Hotel Detective
Why don't you check her out
Hotel Detective
Come on and swing with me
Hotel Detective
From the top of a tree
Hotel Detective
And make me feel like a bee
Hotel Detective
That's where I want to know you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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But the first published thing I did was a detective story, detective novel, and I did that on my own.
quote by Peter Shaffer
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Mysteries
All last night I kept speaking in this
archaic language, because I had been reading
Poe and thinking about him. I read 'The Murders
in the Rue Morgue' which is supposedly the first
detective story. Who dun it? I wondered.
It turns out an orangutan was the murderer.
It looks to me like the detective story genre got off
to a pretty ridiculous start. I used to visit
Poe's house in the Bronx. I used to think,
God, Poe must have been a midget. Everything
is so small. Poe died in Baltimore and I can see why.
In Baltimore, all the people are very big and sincere.
During dinner last night, I told Doug and Susan
about 'Murders in the Rue Morgue.' I said I hadn't
finished it yet, but it looked like the murderer
was going to turn out to be an orangutan, unless
the plot took a surprising new twist. Then Doug
suggested that he and I collaborate
on a series of detective stories in which
the murderer is always an orangutan.
[from The Great Indoors, Story Line Press, 1995]
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poem by Terence Winch
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It is ridiculous to set a detective story in New York City. New York City is itself a detective story.
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What the detective story is about is not murder but the restoration of order.
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Suspect
Tonight the real clues approach the detective,
Angry images of a god parade the temple,
Forces are at work eventually.
We matter to themselves as a party,
The godly forceps, these godly powers.
Yet anger creeps into the rhyme,
A poem is incomplete and unfair,
Yet the irate shepherd shall carry his sheep
Back with haste to half-complete the poetry.
To feel worshipful we must complete the duty
Daring us tonight, to speak with fists
As far as dollies and their fairy-talk.
This poem concentrates on the
Suspicions held by the detective.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Money Can't Buy You Love
Money can buy everything for you
Except to make someone to really love you
If you go out to buy love with your money
You better know, money is the reason, she is selling her body
She may like you for your money
But, when it comes to the real love, she could be someone else’s honey
As long as you got the money, she will stick with you
But when you run out of money, she comes up with excuse to leave you
It doesn’t matter you dead or alive
Money is the one that let you have her “love”
Don’t get confused between word love and like
They don't mean the same, even though they sound alike
Remember, money just buys her physical body, not her mind
If you want to win her heart, you better treat her nice and be kind
Let’s hope money will never buy the love
Otherwise, that’s end of the romance and nice feeling and all the songs and movies will be made and all the books will be written about story of the love
Sam Arjomandi
poem by Sam Arjomandi
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Life Is Lost In You
Life is difficult as we know it is now
Life is rough as we spiral out of control
Life is mean as the people who make it mean
Life is hard living on your own
Life is scary when you get hurt
Life is real and no can change that
Life is kind when you find your first love
Life is caring when he holds you in his arms
Life is nice and he will protect you in anyway
Life is easy with the help of the ones around you
Life is bold with the ones in it
Life is good when people are good
Life is happy when you are happy
Life is unbearable when you cry
Life is crashing as you know it
Life is holding you down
Life is causing problems
Life is and can be turned around
poem by Marilee Morley
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A Beautiful World Life!
Creation of beauty is for attracting each and everyone;
Appreciation of beauty develops love between hearts!
Outer and inner beauty reflects real personality of one;
Mutual attraction of beauty leads to procreation ever.
Beauty, love and life are unique aspects of man’s world;
Those are not detected in other planets of the Universe.
Colourful beauty of life thriving on love is a wonder here
Depends on the preservation of Nature and culture ever!
Beauty lies in thinking, speaking and working in the world;
Doing things to perfection makes beauty and brings joy!
Intellectual thinking, gentle doing and spiritual meditation
Are all adding beauty to man’s nature to divine nature!
Nature is the mother of Earth fostering beauty and love
To enrich life with joy and pleasure leading to divine bliss!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Story Of My Life
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
A story that I'm quite embarrassed to tell.
Practice makes perfect.
Just listen to me as exhale.
Not enough wind left in me to blow even the tiny sails.
They are so many secrets I still need to reveal.
An open canvas, for all to see.
No curtain shall hide it till the right moment.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
I'm here to tell you the truth.
I'm not always the best guy in the world.
Jealousy has caused me to do things I'm not proud of.
Anger nearly sent me to jail.
Hate has made all my friends disappear.
Indifference has created my impoverished existence.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
But that is just not so.
And if you don't believe me I think you should just go.
Don't wait up for I won't follow.
I'm a tree standing still.
And my insides are rotten and hollow.
I'm just waiting for a better tomorrow.
Once upon a time
The story of my life.
All we want too see.
Is everything nice and sweet.
The champion of the horrible deeds.
To better myself out of self greed.
A soul just looking complete.
A soul that is only feeling more and more defeat.
Bury me alive.
Kill me before I kill the sky.
Bring this world in to a forever kind of darkness.
This is the story of my life.
And their is just no way to make it right.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Hard Corps Not Core
As many of us go through life,
There is something that we to want help us through any strife
We feel like need more
This is what led us to be Hard Corps not Core
It made us turn from a boy to a man
As we were made to push up and down in that Paris Island Sand
Too many in this story can be said that they went to Hollywood
But I guess it is still all good
The story goes more like this
To help achieve our only wish
1st Phase us broke down
2nd Phase turned us around
3rd Phase taught how to be mean
Graduation showed the world what it takes to be a Marine
poem by Frank Pulver
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Rachel
The story of Rachel is a story of great love,
A story shaped by our Heavenly Father above.
A story of great mystery,
A wonderful story of biblical history.
Of a man in search of the love of his life,
The woman God would provide for a wife.
An epic of a wicked father, who cheated and lied,
A man of faith worked seven years and cried.
When the calendar turned over a fourteenth year,
Jacob would hear Rachel's sweet whisper in his ear.
He would remember a dry and dusty by a well,
And Rachel's beauty as well.
Rachel, to be true to your God is to be true to your self,
Follow the book and gain great spiritual wealth.
You have a natural beauty a delight to behold,
Much like the Rachel of old.
You are bright and willing to achieve,
Set your course drive hard and in Jesus believe.
You have parents old and new who in you delight,
And are watching to see you follow in God's might.
There Is A Story
There is a story
Of which only a heart could tell
A story of love and beauty
Of wanting and regret
A tale of such romance
Where a tragedy unfolds
The hero or heroine emerges
To save another’s life
To rescue from such loss
The heart of their affection
A story told and known
A story so alike many others
But with a soul of its own
It plays at the strings
A melody of quiet beauty
From the darkest tears
To the brightest smile
There exists uncompleted
A life being written
In a story
Only a heart could know
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Philosophy undigested.. Random thoughts!
Philosophy undigested..
The mysteries mysterious forces,
Make both Mister
And Miss, one positive and another negative,
No one knows who is what!
Only our postulates
About mystery and mysterious
That always can be more mysterious,
And more are less hide axioms
And sometimes
We talk about nirvana,
Some times about,
BRAHMAN
Some times about God and demon,
Mara or MAYA,
Forgetting all that is in mind,
Who is real, who is that developed sense,
Is He a non sense?
Look at the outer world,
Senses tell the reality is relativity,
And relativity is the reality,
But look at the inner world we are nothing but non existing entity,
Is it real that we are that existence,
where is the God and God appeared before me to teach,
Who is God,
where he is?
Which is true, nondual, or dual,
Even the light is not a non dual,
Why mysteriously, mister attract a miss,
Mister wants mistress,
And mis wants to become a mistress,
Even the master needs a mistress?
Is it that we make a mistake?
Life is that mystery,
Looks mysteriously at its own mysteries!
Life is the product of nature and the product that challenges to mysterious nature and wants to see nature in its tree naked form,
Life itself is schizophrenic and symptomatic and systematically nyphomanic system and the greatest maniac!
Is it true nothing is there are void is that makes all this dreams or is there any greatest Self dreaming and fooling and laughing and suffering its own folly?
If every thing is false,
Every thing is folly why can't mankind kind enough
Its mass suicide can save Earth and precious life on Earth!
Why Buddha didn't Go when he knew universe is void?
Why at last he said farewell note?
Why Sankara ran to his mother when she breathed last?
Because it is BRAHMAN SATYA!
The infinite the is still infinite when in life or without life
Something that look real is not real,
some that looks at unreal is real life is a real game of the real
And that real traps itself iN unreal
Playing with itself
and playing its play
at different level
and different planes
With different plans
And according to its own grand plane
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Semi-true Story
By: mac mcanally
With his head out the sunroof
And his heart in the right place
Plan b was foolproof
He drove off to her place
He yelled out his feelings
Among other stuff
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough
It was too much tequila
Or not quite enough
Its a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And theres some I forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they all run together
And turn out to be
A semi-true story
Well the picture is fuzzy
And the details are sorted
It was on the same day that gods own drunk was recorded
A walking tall sheriff and a big cadillac
And me and golf shoes on the hood making tracks
This daring young singer was under attack
Its a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And theres some I forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they all run together
And turn out to be
A semi-true story
Well the things that Ive lived
And Ive dreamed
And Ive seen
And Ive heard
Youll take the good with the bad
And be glad that every word
Its a semi-true story
Believe it or not
I made up a few things
And theres some I forgot
But the life and the telling
Are both real to me
And they run like the rain
All the way to the sea
Semi-true stories
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Mysteries Revealed
Mysteries that men have heard, are revealed in God’s Word.
What were once mysteries, have been revealed for all to see.
The mystery of Jesus Christ, who’s the very Author of all life.
A mystery of purpose in Christ, how in Him we have New Life.
Another mystery of Jesus Christ, is how we gain Eternal Life.
There’s the mystery of Israel, and how they fit into God’s will.
Israel is hardened for awhile, so God can include the Gentile.
God didn’t forget the nation; they’re included in His Salvation.
By redemption in God’s Son, Jew and Gentile become one.
The mystery of The Gospel, and how in Christ it was fulfilled.
And the mystery of The Church; those in Christ by New Birth.
My Friend, not to be remiss, there’s the mystery of Godliness.
The mystery of His Revelation; an unveiling of God’s Salvation.
The mystery of end times friend; what God shall do in the end.
The mystery of hope in Glory; the purpose of the Gospel story.
Behold, I show you a mystery, one that every eye shall see.
Christians will not all see death, but be changed in a breath,
In the twinkling of an eye, they will see Christ, but will not die.
While men left upon the earth, will not see men of New Birth,
For only those men born again, shall be raptured in the end.
All the mysteries of past sages, are fulfilled in the Rock of Ages.
God spoke in prophets of old, in Christ fulfilled mysteries untold.
Christ’s Revelation revealed to all, redemption from Adam’s fall.
Christ revealed His Salvation, to every Jew and Gentile nation.
If you accept Christ as Lord, the mystery is a mystery no more.
One Hit Wonder
loopy says he likes it up on top
yes he knows if he ever lets go
the pretty machine
will swallow him whole
he has no fear
he has no sense of shame
he will not stop
until everybody everywhere
wants to know his name
the one hit wonder
he likes the big time
he says he wants to live the kind of life
that will make the folks back home
all bitch and whine
he knows if he ever even gets the chance
he'd sell his soul
to make the monster dance
they can't hurt you unless you let them
loopy says he sure
does like the good life
yes he knows all those women who scheme
are just pretty pictures in the pretty machine
he knows if he ever even gets to try
he will bite down hard to make the monster cry
he knows if he ever even gets the chance
he'd sell his soul to make the monster dance
they can't hurt you unless you let them
i will say it again
they cannot hurt you unless you let them
loopy says he likes it up on top
he prays to god
and he hopes like hell
that the pretty machine
they will never fail
he has no fear
he doesn't really even have the time
he knows that the world is in love
with the pretty machine
(oh yeah... the pretty machine)
the one hit wonder
he likes the big time
he wants to live the kind of life
that will make the folks back home
scream
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The detective story is the normal recreation of noble minds.
quote by Philip Guedalla
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In ordinary detective novels you never see the consequences of what happens in a story in the next book. That you do in mine.
quote by Steig Larsson
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