Paparrazzo
She's watching me because,
She's a paparrazzo!
And she wants my news to publish her newspaper,
So i have to watch my steps in my own house,
Because she knows what she wants from me!
I am ready with my sweet muse but,
I have to watch out for this paparrazzo around!
Because this world is full of them,
And i have to know how to play my cards very well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Visits to St Elizabeths
This is the house of Bedlam.
This is the man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the time
of the tragic man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a wristwatch
telling the time
of the talkative man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the honored man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the roadstead all of board
reached by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the old, brave man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
These are the years and the walls of the ward,
the winds and clouds of the sea of board
sailed by the sailor
wearing the watch
that tells the time
of the cranky man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
over the creaking sea of board
beyond the sailor
winding his watch
that tells the time
of the cruel man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a world of books gone flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
over the creaking sea of board
of the batty sailor
that winds his watch
that tells the time
of the busy man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is a boy that pats the floor
to see if the world is there, is flat,
for the widowed Jew in the newspaper hat
that dances weeping down the ward
waltzing the length of a weaving board
by the silent sailor
that hears his watch
that ticks the time
of the tedious man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to feel if the world is there and flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances joyfully down the ward
into the parting seas of board
past the staring sailor
that shakes his watch
that tells the time
of the poet, the man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
This is the soldier home from the war.
These are the years and the walls and the door
that shut on a boy that pats the floor
to see if the world is round or flat.
This is a Jew in a newspaper hat
that dances carefully down the ward,
walking the plank of a coffin board
with the crazy sailor
that shows his watch
that tells the time
of the wretched man
that lies in the house of Bedlam.
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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Wide Opened!
The doors are now wide opened!
So, you can easily enter in;
But, do watch your steps around.
This world,
This muse,
This love,
This act;
But, there are rules to everything on this earth,
So, watch your steps before you enter in.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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One of the reasons why when Elvis dies or the Son of Sam is captured ABC News' ratings go up is because people who don't normally watch news are watching then. The question is, do you want to attract people who don't watch network news or fight over the people who do?
quote by Roone Arledge
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Watching The World Go Past
I sit on the front step
Just watching the world go past
People walking
People talking
I see people running from themselves
People walking their best friends
Children playing with others hearts
Teenage girls crying over the past
I just and watch the sun set
Signalling that a new day will begin soon
I watch the rising of the moon
And the dots getting ever so brighter
Watch people fall in love
People smile as if nothings wrong
I watch all the people who have nothing to do
Watching people who have nothing to loose
I sit and watch the different lives form
Watching the new scene starting
The new lives beginning with a smile
The lives coming to and end
I sit on the front step
Just watching the world go past
People walking
People talking
poem by Lesley Bass
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4. The Watchers
Who’s watching the watchers?
Who watch all we do
Or are they not watched?
I haven’t a clue
They watch all our calls
And check household bills
Watch what we’re spending
By what’s on the tills
The watchers have cameras
To watch while we’re shopping
Then monitor movement
When traffic starts stopping
Who’s watching the watchers?
I haven’t a clue
When they’ve finished watching
Then what do they do?
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Greatest View
You're the analyst
The fungus in my milk
When you want no one
And you got someone
Through the wind
You crawl
And laugh at burning dunes
When no one else will
Ever see
Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why you feel like letting go
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
Mistakes don't mean a thing
If you don't regret them
So pack your tactic toes for the winter
Chain a waterfall to burned and withered skin
No-one else will ever see
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
Now that you know why you feel like you do
They're turning their head whilst they wait
For no one
And finally I know why I feel like you're letting go
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
I'm watching you watch
Over me and I've got
The greatest view from here
The greatest view from here
The greatest view
song performed by by Silverchair from Diorama
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When you're watching the news, how many days in a row can you watch that and feel good about yourself and the world?
quote by Sandra Bernhard
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Before Kissing You
You don't want me anymore and i know that,
But i have to watch my steps before kissing you!
For the face of the moon and the face of the earth are before us,
And like an Africam woman in the land of your muse.
An African woman,
Stand up and prepare yourself like a woman!
An Ethiopian woman,
Out of the whirlwind to touch my heart;
But the attributes of your love is like war! !
And i have to watch my steps before kissing you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Pasinga
English Channel,
Like red wine served in a plastice bottle;
But, how should i have known your muse?
Kingston upon Hull,
Bristol Channel;
But do watch the world around you and learn from it,
Because, the headmaster is now with a cane in his hand! !
The muse of the grasshopper!
With gentleness to ease your pain;
And like the cooking oil and salt at your kitchen,
But, how should i have known your muse?
Beamed to the innocent,
Ready by all for all! !
And like the beauty of Pasinga in the land of many Islands;
But, travelling on lottery was what your muse brought to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mensah
Mensah, mean, man, men, as, an, am, has, hens;
But the big river is now flowing!
And i have to watch your steps on this muse,
For my sweet heart is now set beofre you!
Reek, week, geek, peek, seek, meek, leek;
And like your secret compound of love!
But the big river is now flowing;
And the joy of your muse is now wide opened to me.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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I never quite understand why we watch the news. There doesn't really seem much point watching somebody tell you what the news is when you could quite easily listen to it on the radio.
quote by John Hurt
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I would let my kids watch this stuff way before I'd let them watch something like 'Full House' that I think would make them stupid.
quote by Trey Parker
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All For One
Won't somebody hear my call?
Won't somebody hear my cry?
One for all,
All for one;
Be ready for the bottling of my muse.
Like father and son,
Like mother and daugther,
Hear me when i do speak.
Something for somebody,
Somebody for something;
My sweet muse is for you all,
Like a male lamb for each house.
One for all,
All for one;
Like a story from my sweet muse.
Won't somebody see my tears?
Won't somebody feel my pains?
All gave some,
Some gave all;
All for one and one for all!
Allowed to be wet,
Allowed to be strong;
All for one,
One for all.
To a single passage,
To a sweet muse;
The origin of the call out ones,
Like a sweet muse to your taste.
One for all,
All for one;
All Mushrooms are Fungi but,
Not all Fungi are Mushrooms.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Devils Playground
A killer of a night,
Playing with the devil,
Someone got to lose.
Heavens gate are open and waiting,
All I can do is sit and watch,
Pray its not tonight.
Its hard watching someone you love waste away before your eyes.
Life is for fun,
So play the devils game if you must,
Live life to the full,
For sure the devil will cut you short.
A little fun is hard to watch,
I’m not sure how much longer I will.
poem by Joseph Tanner
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Watch Your Step
Dont say a word
Dont say anything
Dont say a word
Im not even listening
I read in the paper about their escape
Theyre just two bitter kids with a bunch of sour grapes
You better watch your step
Watch whos knocking on your front door
Now you know that theyre watching
What are you waiting for?
Think youre young and original
Get out before...
They get to watch your step
Evry day is full of fun
And family spice
Theyre making heroes out of fall guys
They say its good for business
From singapore to widnes
You better watch your step
Broken noses hung up on the wall
Back slapping drinkers cheer the heavy weight brawl
So punch drunk they dont understand at all
You better watch your step
Evry night
Go out full of carna-al desires
End up in the closing time choirs
When youre kicking in the cot room
And youre drinking down the eau de cologne
And youre spitting out the kodachrome
You better watch your step
Bye
I send you all my regards
Youre so tough
Youre so hard
Listen to the hammers falling in the breakers yard
You better watch your step
You better watch your step
Ooh, watch your step
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Dancing On The Jetty
Watch the world argue
Argue with itself
Whos going to teach me
Peace and happiness
We could sit here forever
Just never get old
Listen to the world
Letting gods tie us down
Hit cities sharp knives
The right clothing
Dancing on the jetty
So our feet stay dry
Blood is upon the steps
Two thousand years ago
Play like hell that we go to fight
Another war in the holy land
Shock the world
Too sorry
Snap decisions
And Im always going
Were gonna watch them keep it strong
Were making trouble
We change tracks
Put the suit down
Daytime or day no less
song performed by by INXS
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Other Lives
It's just relaxing sometimes to watch others
with all your friends, relatives, and mothers
not worry about living my life with each care
but watching others, through love, betrayal, death and dare
It's nice to watch a story unfold
hear the stories yet untold
watch their loves on movie screens
even watching my peers- you know... teens
It's exciting to see their life and adventure
Enticing to watch how he falls in love with her
how evil is defeated, or how a science fiction makes us question this reality
all these movies, they help me see
see not only myself, but help me relax, because as i watch it's not me
when i watch all those lives and all those trials its not me
for a moment in time
I am not worried about my life but theirs, i live through they eyes
subject to their rhyme
see their skies
and not mine, sometimes this the most alluring
part of it all, watching someone else live on movie screen
its a beautiful thing
because it's not my life up there, i need not worry, not my scene
poem by David Knox
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Watch Closely Now
Watch closely now
You'll observe a curious exchange of energy
Are you a figment of my imagination
Or I one of yours?
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
Your eyes are like fingers
They're touching my body and arousing my soul
Ridin' the passion arisin' inside me
How high can I go?
You're comin' with me girl
I'm gonna show you how
When it's scary, don't look down
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I see the hunger arise in your eyes and it's a-urging me on
Higher and harder and faster and farther
Than I've ever gone
You're comin' closer lady
Don't ya leave me now
We're gonna make it
Don't look down
Maybe I'm takin' me too many chances
With no net at all
Maybe I'll teach you at least that
You've got to be free when you fall
Watch closely now - are you watching me now?
I'm the master magician, who's setting you free
From the lies you've been told
When they're breaking your back
Bring your last straw to me
I turn straw into gold
I'm gonna need you later
When you're not around
But I can take it
Don't look down
Watch closely now
Are you watching me now?...
song performed by by Kris Kristofferson
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The Watch on the Kerb
Night-Lights are falling;
Girl of the street,
Go to your calling
If you would eat.
Lamplight and starlight
And moonlight superb,
Bright hope is a farlight,
So watch on the kerb.
Watch on the kerb,
Watch on the kerb;
Hope is a farlight;
Then watch on the kerb.
Comes a man: call him —
Gone! he is vext;
Curses befall him,
Wait for the next!
Fair world and bright world,
Life still is sweet —
Girl of the night-world,
Watch on the street.
Dreary the watch is:
Moon sinks from sight,
Gas only blotches
Darkness with light;
Never, Oh, never
Let courage go down;
Keep from the river,
Oh, Girl of the Town!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Day At The Skate Park
Surrounded with concrete
Determination in the air
Guys pushing wood
Can't help but stare
One falls
One lands
One ready to go
But all the way across
One matters the most
That guy that I watch
Means so very much to me
He knows just what to say
To get me back on my feet
A genuine heart
Both simple and complex
A one of a kind
As good as it gets
I watch him go
Slight stumble
Then fall
Hope he's okay
But keep watching it all
Dont get sick of observing
Can feel the intensity in their steps
But too soon my time comes
Hadn't even noticed the sun set
It hurts to say goodbye
Would stay all day if I only could
But departure is obliged
And you'll be leaving soon too
A shared hug
Brief but cherished
Marks the end of a joyous day
But there's plenty to come
And I dont mind a little wait
poem by Cynthia Ulloa
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