Surroundings-32
Changing Milkman
As is the milk so is its bell, so is the milkman so changing
Music on air ere the milkman nearing.'Cellphone'sends loud signal
Adulteration overshadowed.Like music like milkman's milk
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Gratitude dawning
Alarm clock. The sun rises.
The buses, railways, flights are running.
There’s a bottle of milk on the doorstep.
Facts of life. Except when they’re not there.
Who lives a life of continual gratitude for life?
Hey guys, the sun which disappeared last night
has turned up again today! Wow! Relief! Let’s get down
on our knees, raise hands, voices… and
while we’re about it, put your hands together for
all morning milkmen, where they still deliver milk…
Except – no milk this morning.
Shall you telephone – politely,
with a subtext of unpractised gratitude?
I only saw the current milkman once;
said to him, this is the first time I met you…
he said, well, you’re not around at 4 ay em are you?
So you telephone. A foreignish voice from
the land of holy cows replies from
a script I guess, …your previous milkman…
left the company… late…on his way…
Morning gratitude. The cow who gives you
the love for her calves, in liquid form;
yielding too, the butter for your toast;
the pig who gave her life for your bacon rasher;
the hen who parted with her offspring for you
to kill its life in sizzling frying pan…
they’re all female, you’ve just noticed; how about
the oranges whose liquid praise of the morning sun you drink?
tomatoes, mushrooms, anybody?
maybe you should write a note to the dairy,
say, please convey to the milkman
who has now left the company for
pastures new, hur hur, and we hope
a creamy, frothing future,
our gratitude for services rendered
which we would not ourselves
be easily persuaded to take on…
yes, maybe you should.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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My father was a milkman. So, I delivered milk.
quote by Karl Malden
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Domestic Shades 2
1
She's a lady of transition
Four houses, yes or no her own decision
Her absence brings in a chaos
Her presence makes a fracas..
Who else? my maid the great
Quality, punctuality remarkably ten percent
Washing the vessels useless
Sweeping and mopping hopeless
I cannot still reject her totally
Known devil is ever better truly
Carrying the election-gifts
Easily away from her works she drifts
Madam of possible politics
Possibly be the Mayor in sooner times
2
Milk-man! a seller of no quality
And a man of no punctuality
And hence today's milk I reserve
For tomorrows coffee to serve
Sometimes a messy haywire..
Milk curdled, awaiting the milkman in dire
For the fresh milk waiting and waiting..
So what, that man has no timing
's been totally annoying
I grumble about the government..
Treating the illoyal, imperfect with a betterment
As I grouch about the bitter
So do the people around here
As the milkman is a sample bitter
So are many more like variety- vendor
Scavenger and street sweeper
Improper creatures!
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Kansas City Milkman
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
A row of houses
Through the dawn
A sleeping city
Where I was born
I hear laughter
In the early light
Outside the playground
Were I learned to fight
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
I read the papers
Every word
My only access
To the outside world
Yeah ... survival
Thats my game
Just a common man
In that there is no shame ... is there? ...
Too much talking
Information ... in the hands of the few
All the talking
Dis-information ... that we take for the truth
Born in this place
You only see so far
Hear what we say
The world is a stage
And we know just who you are
What part do you play?
If we put the truth in your hands
Would you really like to know
Kansas city milkman
song performed by by Level 42
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The Milkman Cometh
When I see the milkman coming,
I don’t experience an intending.
That logically is the upsumming
up messages that I’d be sending,
but if I stopped to ask him where
he might be heading with the jug,
intention with him I would share,
and could not longer this offshrug.
Written while checking the proofs of my forthcoming book, Legal Friction: Law, narrative and Identity Politics in Biblical Israel:
inspired by words of Ludwig Wittgenstein that I cite on page 52:
When I see the milkman coming, I fetch my jug and go to meet him. Do I experience an intending? Not that I know of. (Any more than I try to walk, in order to walk.) But if I stopped and asked, “Where are you going with that jug? ” I should express my intention.
3/3/09
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Have You Seen My Baby?
Have you seen my baby
On the avenue?
You know shes driving me crazy
With the funny things she do
I seen her with the milkman
Ridin down the street
When youre through with my baby, milkman
Send her home to me
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You know its been so long
Since she have been gone
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I seen her with the gipsies
Dancin in the wood
Shes always been unfaithful to me
She aint never been no good
I say, please dont talk to strangers, baby
But she always do
She say, Ill talk to strangers if I want to
cause Im a stranger, too
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You know its been so long
Since she have been gone
Hold on, hold on, hold on
song performed by by Randy Newman
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I Hear Music
Frank loesser / burton lane
I hear music
Mighty fine music
The murmur of a morning breeze up there
The rattle of the milkman on the stair
Sure thats music
Mighty fine music
The singing of a sparrow in the sky
The perking of the coffee right near by
Thats my favorite melody
You my angel, phoning me
I hear music
Mighty fine music
And anytime I think my world is wrong
I get me out of bed and sing this song
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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no make up,
naked face at door
milkman cries
quote by by Ruth Walters
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No Beer, No Work
The shades of night was fallin’ slow
As through New York a guy did go
And nail on ev’ry barroom door
A card that this here motter bore:
'No beer, no work.'
His brow was sad, his mouth was dry;
It was the first day of July,
And where, all parched and scorched it hung,
These words was stenciled on his tongue:
'No beer, no work.'
'Oh, stay,' the maiden said, 'and sup
This malted milk from this here cup.'
A shudder passed through that there guy,
But with a moan he made reply:
'No beer, no work.'
At break of day, as through the town
The milkman put milk bottles down,
Onto one stoop a sort of snore
Was heard, and then was heard no more—
'No beer, no work.'
The poor old guy plumb dead was found
And planted in the buryin’ ground,
Still graspin’ in his hand of ice
Them placards with this sad device:
'No beer, no work.'
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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The lady is not at fault.
Dear lady, how enticing you are at first sight!
The milkman comes to you daily
The vendors, the technicians, the tailors
And such sorts visit you frequently.
They are more fortunate to get stirred.
You have no desire for us,
That does not mitigate our desire for you.
How enticing you are and yet how
nonchalant!
25.08.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Strike!
I'll admit I was running late that day,
Back home from the trailer park,
It was cold and wet in the alleyway
As I made my way in the dark,
My wife had run off with the milkman
Left me caring for two young boys,
They were at that age - you know the one,
Where they scatter the house with toys!
The hall was lying in darkness, but
I could hear them, back in the house,
Their voices raised in an argument,
The why's and the where's, and how's,
I walked on into the kitchen, then
And stood stock still at the door,
If I hadn't been self-possessed that day
My jaw would have hit the floor!
‘Okay, fess up! Who brought it home? '
But Tim just gave me a scowl,
‘It's mine, but Robbie's a sookie moan! '
Then Robert began to howl;
‘It isn't fair, it's always the best
That he gets, it's never enough! '
‘I thought they were fixed, ' said Tim at last,
‘But his must have fallen off! '
I looked at the head on the table, it
Was fixed with a crooked grin,
There wasn't a sign of blood on it,
And it had a wax-like skin,
‘Are you sure it's real? ' I reached on out
To poke it, there on the cheek,
But the eyelids flew wide open, stared,
And my heart - it stopped for a week!
‘I found it out in a puddle, in
The alleyway out the back,
I picked it up and I brought it home
Tucked into my haversack.'
I sat them down and I pointed out
That we couldn't go keeping heads,
As the sweat broke out on my brow to think
Just what I'd say to the Feds!
Their mother rang, she was on her way
To collect some more of her stuff,
I freaked, and hurried the boys away,
And I got them cleaning up,
I swore them both to a pact with me,
They mustn't whisper a thing,
For mothers are pretty touchy, see,
When they take off that wedding ring!
I took the head, had put it away
By the time that she rang the bell,
The Milkman lurked in the alleyway,
For him, it was just as well;
She took her clothes and the bowling bag,
They were off to the Ten Pin Bowl,
I mused, were the nostrils flared enough
To pass for a ten pound ball!
13 August 2012
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Tossin & Turnin
I couldnt sleep at all last night
Just a-thinkin bout you
Baby, things werent right
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
I kicked the blankets on the floor
Turned my pillow upside down
I never felt this way before
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Jumped out of bed, turned on the lights
Pulled down the shade, went to the kitchen for a bite
Rolled up the shade, turned down the lights
I jumped back in the bed, was the middle of the night
The clock downstairs was strikin three
Couldnt get you off my mind
I heard the milkman on the street
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Jumped out of bed, turned on the lights
Pulled down the shade, went to the kitchen for a bite
Rolled up the shade, turned down the lights
Jumped back in the bed, was the middle of the night
The clock downstairs was strikin three
Couldnt get you off my mind
I heard the milkman on the street
cause I was
Tossin and turnin, turnin and tossin
Tossin and turnin, tossin and turnin all night
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (turnin and tossin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin), oh
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
(tossin and turnin)
Tossin and turnin (tossin and turnin)
Turnin and tossin (tossin and turnin)
(tossin and turnin)
song performed by by Kiss
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Climatic Sorcery
When frost's all on our winder, an' the snow's
All out-o'-doors, our 'Old-Kriss'-milkman goes
A-drivin' round, ist purt'-nigh froze to death,
With his old white mustache froze full o' breath.
But when it's summer an' all warm ag'in,
He comes a-whistlin' an' a-drivin in
Our alley, 'thout no coat on, ner ain't cold,
Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Milkmans Son
Written by ugly kid joe
Let the burning bridges tumble down
Let the water come and flood the ground
Burn a hole into the southern sky
I only wanna be walking by your side
When I see tomorrow I see you there
When I look around Ill see you everywhere
Your face is etched into my mind
When its all said and done
Im feeling like the milkmans son
Let your darkest spirits fly away
Come again but you wont come today
Spend the last time of my worthless job
I only wanna be walking by your side
Im feeling like the milkmans son
Said Im feeling like the milkman
song performed by by Ugly Kid Joe
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The Inkpot is Empty
The inkpot is empty the milkman a dream
No need to wind the gramophone
Innovation has wiped clean,
The march of Orwell’s PC crumbles another zone
Everyone is fixed to the face of their phone
Dance bands just had to stop,
Everyone’s fingers are dancing over
Qwerty u-i-op.
The net has been cast
Far and wide across earth’s dish
Mesmerising all of the caught human fish,
No hook or by crook
No man with such power,
Performs its duty that makes you look.
An electronic giant
Who turned the first sod
Its master just has to be,
The power of almighty God.
poem by Ken e Hall
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A Farmer's Song
One, two and three
Its dawn, and cows are mooing,
cocks are crowing,
a dog is barking,
a new day, welcoming.
Four, five and six
The sun is up, plants are healthy
On goes the counting, hens eggs they lay
Manure is turned for decay,
Cows fed with hay.
Six, seven and eight
Milkman returns pails for day
Cake done, ghee and butter,
Egg trays for this, has made a day
Fruits flourish for better
Nine ends with ten
To, West the Sun retires
Clutter clang, tools return to stores
Dogs released from kennels
Radio some news it blares,
A way the cold is driven with fires.
poem by Charles Jagongo Ogola
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Your Lucky Day In Hell
Mama grapped onto the milkman's hand
And then she finally gave birth
Years go by still i don't know
Who shall inherit this earth
And no one will know my name until it's on a stone
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
Waking up with an ugly face
Winston churchhill in drag
Looking for a new maternal embrace
Another tired old gag
Am i just a walking bag of chewed up dust and bones
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
Father theresa you can't make me into you
I never wanna be like you
Why can't you see it's me
You know it's time to let me go
This could be your lucky day in hell
Never know who it might be at your doorbell
This could be your lucky day in hell
song performed by by Eels
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Times were changing. Clothes were changing. Morals were changing. We went from romantic loves songs like I used to do to rock 'n roll. Now that has changed to rap. So, there's always a new generation with new music.
quote by Bobby Vinton
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Welcome
Tommy:
Tommy:
Come to my house
Come to my house
Be one of the comfortable people.
Be one of the comfortable people.
Come to this house
Come to this house
Were drinking all night
Were drinking all night
Never sleeping.
Never sleeping.
Milkman come in!
Milkman come in!
And you baker,
And you baker,
Little old lady welcome
Little old lady welcome
And you shoe maker
And you shoe maker
Come to this house!
Come to this house!
Into this house.
Into this house.
Come to this house
Come to this house
Be one of us.
Be one of us.
Make this your house
Make this your house
Be one of us.
Be one of us.
You can help
You can help
To collect some more in
To collect some more in
Young and old people
Young and old people
Lets get them all in!
Lets get them all in!
Come to this house!
Come to this house!
Into this house.
Into this house.
Ask along that man whos wearing a carnation.
Ask along that man whos wearing a carnation.
Bring every single person
Bring every single person
From victoria station,
From victoria station,
Go into that hospital
Go into that hospital
And bring nurses and patients,
And bring nurses and patients,
Everybody go home and fetch their relations!
Everybody go home and fetch their relations!
Come to this house
Come to this house
Be one of the comfortable people.
Be one of the comfortable people.
Lovely bright home
Lovely bright home
Drinking all night never sleeping.
Drinking all night never sleeping.
We need more room
We need more room
Build an extension
Build an extension
A colourful palace
A colourful palace
Spare no expense now
Spare no expense now
Come to this house
Come to this house
Be one of us
Be one of us
Come into this house
Come into this house
Be one of us
Be one of us
Come to this house
Come to this house
Into this house
Into this house
Welcome
Welcome
song performed by by Who
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Never Satisified
Where do we go from here
There must be something near
Changing you, changing me forever
Places changes, faces change
Life is so very strange
Changing time, changing rhyme together
Theres no where else to go
This could be our last show
Changing dreams, changing schemes never
We are never satisfied
Love is gone, along with fun
Now were reaching for the gun
Changing cast, changing fast, no more tether
We are never satisfied
song performed by by Judas Priest
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