I've been on such a losing streak that if I had been around I would have taken General Custer and given points.
quote by Joe E. Lewis
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Losing Streak
Was I wrong about the world?
It's a beautiful new place
Where else could a creep like me
Meet such a pretty face?
Meeting everyday with the rising sun
Looking up, it's looking like
My losing streak is done
Used to always feel like
Wished that I was dressed better
Never had a lot of luck
Until I finally met her
Feeling like the weepin' weighed a ton
Lifted off my shoulders now
My losing streak is done
Always felt like giving in
To the feeling I can't win
But I took it on the chin
Now I'm finally cashin' in
??? everyday with the rising sun
Looking up, it's looking like
My losing streak is done
My losing streak is done
I said my losing streak is done
Did you hear me, I said
My losing streak is done
song performed by by Eels
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General Custer was a close observer and student of personal character.
quote by Buffalo Bill
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A pale Horse, George A. Custer and the Seventh Calvary
A horse to Ride, A sword to wield,
an ocean of grass to tame.
The Seventh was out in the field
to make George Custer’s name.
The village stretched before them,
Custer split his force in three.
Reno’s men struck from the south
and were taking casualties.
Did Custer reach the river
before the native’s struck?
This hero of the Civil war
had just run out of luck.
Major. Reno sensed the trap and fled
And found a place to stand
Benteen brought his men to Reno
to lend a helping hand.
A horse to Ride, A sword to wield
An ocean of grass to tame
The Seventh was out in the field
to make George Custer’s name.
Out upon the greasy grass
George tried to make a stand
Two hundred men surrounded
There was a breakdown in command.
Outnumbered and surrounded
Some men simply broke and ran
But death was not to be denied,
Their blood fed thirsty sand.
Custer, mortally wounded,
with a bullet near his heart.
did not live to see the rest.
His troopers hacked apart.
The position held by Reno
And commanded by Benteen
survived several furious assaults
before the natives fled the scene.
Relieved by General Terry’s force,
They sought their fallen ones-
The bodies hacked and naked,
decomposing in the sun.
No horse to Ride, No sword to wield,
an ocean of grass untamed.
The Seventh lay out in the field
That was the cost of fame.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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Peace Proposal
Said General Clay to General Gore really must we fight this silly war
To kill and die in such a bore I quite agree said General Gore
Said General Gore to General Clay we could go to the beach today
And have some icecream on the way a grand idea said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore we'll build sand castles on the shore
Said General Gore we'll splash and play let's leave right now said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay but what if the sea's closed today
And what if the sand's been blown away the dreadful thought said General Clay
Said General Gore to General Clay I've always feared the ocean's spray
And we may drown it's true we may it chills my blood said General Clay
Said General Clay to General Gore my bathin' suit is slightly tore
We better go on with our war I quite agree said General Gore
The General Clay chanrged General Gore as bullets flew and cannons roared
And now at last there is no more of General Clay or General Gore
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Generals
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'Oh must we fight this silly war?
To kill and die is such a bore.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'We could go to the beach today
And have some ice cream on the way.'
'A grand idea,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'But what if the sea is closed today?
And what if the sand's been blown away?'
'A dreadful thought,' said General Clay.
Said General Gore to General Clay,
'I've always feared the ocean's spray,
And we may drown!' 'It's true, we may.
It chills my blood,' said General Clay.
Said General Clay to General Gore,
'My bathing suit is slightly tore.
We'd better go on with our war.'
'I quite agree,' said General Gore.
Then General Clay charged General Gore
As bullets flew and cannons roared.
And now, alas! there is no more
Of General Clay or General Gore.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Mean Streak
Well, you stand there honey, with you hands on your hips
Well, its stoppin your feeling, baby, button your lips
Yeah, you stand there honey with the devil in your eyes
You say youre gonna leave me, but I know its a lie
Uh uh honey, you got a mean streak
Uh uh baby, you got a mean streak
Well, if you wanna stay with me, be my lovin honey
You must lose your mean streak
You look so cute and you walk so nice
Oh but your hide is as mean and as cold as ice
Well, I found my heart, it was a big kind of faster
And I know I was living in disaster
Uh uh honey, you got a mean streak
Uh uh baby, you got a mean streak
Well, if you wanna stay with me, be my lovin honey
You must lose your mean streak
Well, youre standing there honey, and youre looking so pretty
Well, Im gonna leave you standing there in a pity
Well, you took my love and you threw it away
And I know whats gonna happen to you someday
Uh uh honey, you got a mean streak
Uh uh baby, you got a mean streak
Well, if you wanna stay with me, be my lovin honey
You must lose your mean streak
Yeah, mean streak
Oh baby, mean streak
Oh honey, mean streak
Oh, mean streak
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Custers Blues
Well you look just like general custer
On the day of his last stand
Heading up into the black hills
Glorious and grand
I saw it by your side
A map in your hand
Heading up into the rain
Singing this land is your land
Now Ive seen your dust a-rising
And Ive seen your numbers swell
Ive seen you crossing the badlands
And Ive heard your captains yell
Ive watched you when youre sleeping
Ive seen you filling up your can
Thinking as you work
That this land is your land
But now youre bursting into my country
Youre messing up my fields
Youre playing games with my holy places
Youre tearing the earth with your wheels
Right now your star is ascending
And your head is bursting with pride
But I wonder if custer was still singing
this land is my land when he died
Was he still singing this is my land when he died
Was he singing that its my land when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing when he died
Was he singing its my land when he died
When he died...
Was he singing when he died
song performed by by Waterboys
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Fear
what am i most afraid of?
losing my health?
losing my job?
losing my family?
losing my virility?
losing my self-image?
losing my dignity?
losing my sanity?
losing my life?
or ending up alone
in the darkness
without reason or form
or direction.
what am i most afraid of?
and why?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Get Back On It
Think Ill get back on the highway
I hope Ill see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
Think Ill get back on the highway
I hope Ill see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
I may be late in comin though
I got some things I gotta do
Dont let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it, get back on it
Dont let me see your tail lights
I pull a heavy load
Get back on it, get back on it
There aint no way to stop it though
Oh, it might explode.
Its too late for general custer
Too late for robert e. lee
Get back on it, get back on it
Its too late for general custer
Too late for robert e. lee
Get back on it, get back on it
But Ill get back on the highway
Before its too late for me
Get back on it, get back on it.
Think Ill get back on the highway
I hope Ill see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
Think Ill get back on the highway
I hope Ill see you soon
Get back on it, get back on it
I may be late in comin though
I got some things I gotta do.
song performed by by Neil Young
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What Matters Is The Heart
Did you forget about the passion
Of living day to day
We keep our dreams locked down inside
And choking on a lifetime
And never take a chance
Wake up one day wishing you tried
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
And it aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Lets forget about the notion
That were not the same
My blood runs as red as yours
We all get angry
Weve all been scared
Weve all made big mistakes
That can never be repaired
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Look me in the eye
Take my hand
We can make a difference
We can make a difference
I know we can
If we forgot about the passion
Living day to day
We kept our dreams locked down inside
And choking on a life time
And never take a chance
Wake up one day wishing you tried
It aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
song performed by by Jewel
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General Crossing
Its an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
Button out, button in.
The tall general will mine
A few bridges tonight,
Stroking soft machinery.
Fanfare at dawn
Courting green steel
Lined up for world war one
(two, three, four).
Its an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
On a landscape with no trees.
The tall general points
To the distance ---
Disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note to his nearest
And dearest ---
He takes the battle plan
And contemplates his fly.
The tall general
Flies by the seat of history.
The tall general
Is crossing.
The tall general
He thinks inevitability.
The tall general
Is definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish ---
Time for desperate measures.
The pain in the forehead
From holding up to the pressures
Of life on the rim
Of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim ---
Let me out on the rim.
The tall general will walk
Across the compound
With his briefcase and i.d.
Later theyll post him
Seemingly missing ---
Hes gone to be a generalski.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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What Matters
Did you forget about the passion living day to day
You keep our dreams locked down inside
Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance
Wake up one day wishin you tried
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Lets forget about the notion that were not the same
My blood runs as red as yours
We all get angry, weve all been scared
Weve all made big mistakes that can never be repaired
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Look me in the eye and take my hand
We can make a difference
We can make a difference I know we can
You forgot about the passion living day to day
You keep our dreams locked down inside
Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance
Wake up one day wishin you tried
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters, what really matters
Is the heart
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Gone At Last
Words & music by paul simon
The night was black, the roads were icy
Snow was fallin, drifts were high
And I was weary, from my driving
And I stopped to rest for a while
I sat down at a truck stop
I was thinking about my past
Ive had a long streak of bad luck
But Im praying its gone at last
Gone, gone at last, gone at last
Gone at last, gone at last
I had a long streak of that bad luck
But Im prayin its gone at last
00, oo, oo, oo, oo
I aint dumb
I kicked around some
I dont fall too easily
But that boy looked so dejected
He just grabbed my sympathy
Sweet little soul now, whats your problem?
Tell me why youre so downcast
Ive had a long streak of bad luck
But Im praying its gone at last
Gone, gone at last, gone at last
Gone at last, gone at last
I had a long streak of that bad luck
But Im prayin its gone at last
00, oo, oo, oo, oo
Once in a while from out of nowhere
When you dont expect it, and youre unprepared
Somebody will come and lift you higher
And your burdens will be shared
Yes I do believe, if I hadnt met you
I might still be sinking fast
Ive had a long streak of bad luck
But Im praying its gone at last
Gone, gone, gone at last
Gone at last, gone at last
I had a long streak of that bad luck
But Im prayin its gone at last
Gone, gone, gone gone gone gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone, gone
I had a long streak of that bad luck
But Im prayin its gone at last
song performed by by Paul Simon
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untitled abstract painting of Custer's Last Stand
Untitled abstract painting of Custer’s last stand
an abstract painting of custer’s last stand
Hangs in the Montana Museum of Modern Art
A fish with a halo and many Indians mating
And no name tag makes this painting, stand apart
Montanans know the title of this portrait
Although no name tag is shown
Yet, as the gaze falls upon it
the title is intuitively known,
the last words that were spoken
from this famous man’s mouth
As the battle of the Big horn
Began to go south
Oddly enough, as in the painting
his last words were not prayer
Though the words; “copulation and Indians, “
“Fish And Holy, “ were there.
The title of the painting and Custer’s last words
Weren’t from Romans or Corinthians.
They were simply “Holy Mackerel
Look at all the F#@*in’ Indians
poem by David Whalen
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Cant Stand Losing You
Ive called you so many times today
And I guess its all true what your girlfriends say
That you dont ever want to see me again
And your brothers going to kill me and hes six feet ten
I guess youd call it cowardice
But Im not prepared to go on like this
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I cant stand losing you
I see youve sent my letters back
And my lp records and theyre all scratched
I cant see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesnt make no sense
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you dont care, so I wont cry
But youll be sorry when Im dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess youd call it suicide
But Im too full to swallow my pride
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing
I cant, I cant, I cant stand losing...
song performed by by Police
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Art of losing
Maybe a shock, maybe hard in the beginning
Maybe too soon, maybe numb in the feeling
Losing is losing
Always brings an amount of grief
Even the rich, even the expert
Whether once, whether often
Losing is losing
And deal with it
Whether precious, whether replaceable
Whether unconscious choice, whether paying the price
Losing is losing
But don't be carried with guilt
Whether mysteriously disappeared, whether deeply investigated
Whether destroying your life, whether ruining your happiness
Losing is losing
So start to forgive yourself
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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One of the symptoms of a losing streak is a turnover of top executives. It's a revolving door.
quote by Rosabeth Moss Kanter
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Seeing the rapid changes in an Ex-Army General's coffin
It's a funeral next door
Once a war veteran
Who lies here as a rabbit.
I stand in front of him
And the landlord too besides me,
He won't grumbles about the General's arrears.
I see the changes simultaneously in the coffin.
It's me who sleeps there and the General points out his rusty pistol towards my forehead;
I cried that I am an innocent;
'Please do not try to kill me again Sir
You must have forgotten that I was killed in the battlefield.'
*Dust you are and to dust you will return.' -Genesis 3: 19
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Losing You
(orbison-dees)
Teardrops tell me that Im losing you
Lost and lonely and Im losing you
Dreams remind me that Im losing you
Heartaches find me and Im losing you
If you could forget that love affair
I wonder
If you could how much would you still care
Its no use now for Im losing you
No excuse now yes Im losing you
I love you much more than yesterday
In sorrow
I love you less than tomorrow
I love you with all my love today
But I guess I threw your love away
Im losing you
What can I do?
I dont want to but Im losing you.
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Can't Stand Losing You
I've called you so many times today
And I guess it's all true what your girl-friends say
That you don't ever want to see me again
And your brother's gonna kill me and he's six feet ten
I guess you'd call it cowardice
But I'm not prepared to go on like this
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I can't stand losing you
I see you sent my letters back
And my L.P. records and they're all scratched
I can't see the point in another day
When nobody listens to a word I say
You can call it lack of confidence
But to carry on living doesn't make no sense
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't stand losing you
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I guess this is our last goodbye
And you don't care, so I won't cry
But you'll be sorry when I'm dead
And all this guilt will be on your head
I guess you'd call it suicide
But I'm too full to swallow my pride
I can't, I can't, I can't stand losing
I can't, I can't...
song performed by by Feeder
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