Blue-Blood
We thought at first, this man is a king for sure,
Or the branch of a mighty and ancient and famous lineage—
That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boor
Who was hatched by foreign vulgarity under a hedge.
The good men of Clare were drinking his health in a flood,
And gazing with me in awe at the princely lad,
And asking each other from what bluest blueness of blood
His daddy was squeezed, and the pa and the da of his dad ?
We waited there, gaping and wondering, anxiously,
Until he'd stop eating and let the glad tidings out,
And the slack-jawed booby proved to the hilt that he
Was lout, son of lout, by old lout, and was da to a lout !
poem by James Stephens
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Sulky Girl
(robert palmer)
Go tell your sister about it
Go tell your brother the same
Bet theyll only look at you sideways
And call you insane
Dont tell your mama about it
She wont see the funny side
Shes only seen all her life
In terms of staying alive
Well you paint a picture
Of the whole wide world
But nobodys buyin from
(such a sulky girl)
She wants a new brand of make-up
She cant decide what to wear
Shes feels run down and
She cant do a thing with her hair
You kept me out of your payments
You got three things on the boil
You see the practice of fun
As an endless toil
Well you paint a picture
Of the whole wide world
But nobodys buyin from
Such a sulky girl
(such a sulky girl)
Nobody gives you no leeway
They sure got a lot to learn
If they wont give you no sympathy
Wait till its their turn
She enjoys messing her grievance
And so she pouts all day
She wont ever a smile past her lips
Until things go her way
Well you paint a picture
Of the whole wide world
But nobodys buyin from
Such a sulky girl
(such a sulky girl)
Sulky, sulky, sulky girl
Sulky, sulky, sulky girl
Sulky, sulky, sulky girl
Sulky, sulky, sulky girl
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Silly, Silly Fool
(kenneth gamble / leon huff)
Such a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i
Oh, i, just a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i
Hey, I should have never fallen
Back in love with you
Knowin how you get a pleasure
Breaking my poor heart in two
You made it sound so convincin
When you said
Im your woman, youre my man
Now I really need you
And I sit here a loser again
I guess Im just a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh i
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, fool am i, mmm
I should have never trusted
In my heart to lead the way
Now my mind is all busted
Thats a fools price to pay
You made it sound so convincin
When you said youd never, never go away
I should have never listened
To anything you had to say
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, yes I am
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh
Such a silly, silly, dilly, silly, dilly fool am i, oh yeah
Im such a silly, silly, silly, silly, silly fool am i, oh yes I am
Im such a silly, silly, dilly, silly, dilly, silly fool am i, oh yeah
Im such a silly, dilly, silly, dilly, silly fool am i, oh
Silly, dilly
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Traveller from afar
I met a traveller from an antique land,
and saw beneath that turbaned head
not a visitor but brother too,
though lineage was but black and white.
What was far away, and camels feet away,
and ships sails away, pirated too away.
Yet walking on my street his street,
and close to his ribs held a Dublin girl,
close to his ribs.
As if God's hand had returned the joints of Adam
and joined again in one.
She laughed and threw her happy head,
and smiled and kissed his darkened brow,
his blackened brow,
as mahogany is dark.
And it was love.
He held her close and matching hair
his skin was foreign shining joy,
and Oh! I thought how near we were
to fields that once were far.
And also thought how blood might fight
the girl from Dublin's laughing street.
And how religion too might stop
in God's own secret talk this love.
Although the Magi far had come
from foreign antique lands
And darkened skin was Melchior
and darkened too that world.
yet in that dark the star did shine
and laughter shone their too.
I watched them sweep in through the door
and sit and ice cream share,
and short of coins, their love did rest
upon one spoon of love.
And kiss black lips,
and brighter eyes
the foreign vision here.,
poem by Bernard Kennedy
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Famous Fable
The famous fable,
The famous table,
The famous stable,
The famous cable,
The famous babble,
The famous gable,
The famous parable,
The famous variable
The famous sable;
But, able to crown your love with my muse!
For, you are all that i need.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Boor Play
Every holiday
I was
Happy about...
My school life...
All holidays
Are not festvel
But..
I was happy about
Holidays...
School was very boor...
I was read story books...
Play some gams...
Think some more thing...
So...
I love and love
Holidays...
Today also
I love the holidays
For play...
For write...
For thing...
For love...
So...
My life is not boor...
My job is not boor...
Some time my mood
Boor...
I love and play boor...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Symbols
I watched a rosebud very long
Brought on by dew and sun and shower,
Waiting to see the perfect flower:
Then, when I thought it should be strong,
It opened at the matin hour
And fell at evensong.
I watched a nest from day to day,
A green nest full of pleasant shade,
Wherein three speckled eggs were laid:
But when they should have hatched in May,
The two old birds had grown afraid
Or tired, and flew away.
Then in my wrath I broke the bough
That I had tended so with care,
Hoping its scent should fill the air;
I crushed the eggs, not heeding how
Their ancient promise had been fair:
I would have vengeance now.
But the dead branch spoke from the sod,
And the eggs answered me again:
Because we failed dost thou complain?
Is thy wrath just? And what if God,
Who waiteth for thy fruits in vain,
Should also take the rod?
poem by Christina Georgina Rossetti
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People need to be peppered or even outraged occasionally. Our national comedy and drama is packed with earthy familiarity and honest vulgarity. Clean vulgarity can be very shocking and that, in my view, gives greater involvement.
quote by Kenneth Williams
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Silly Game
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna run 2
I never thought u would be the one
That would make me care
And even tho u done me wrong
4 some strange reason I cant xplain
I get happy knowing u phoned
Cuz your voice could kill my every pain
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
That Id wanna give 2
A diamond ring, anything that u ask me 2
But there u were, bragging 2 your friends
Making up a story thats so lame
That I was down 2 be your sugardaddy
One way ticket to ghetto fame
Why do we play this silly game?
Every other night u werent at home
Out in the streets, just acting grown
Never with a bodyguard or chaperone
Then I hear a rumour that breaks my heart
Instead of taking care of yourself
Ure tearing yourself apart
Now why u wanna
(why u wanna, why u wanna ...)
Now why u wanna go and do that, love?
Why do we play this silly game?
I never thought u would be the one
(that Id wanna run 2) that Id wanna run 2
I never thought ud be the one
That would make me care
No matter how far I run
Ill never be the same (Ill never be the same)
In the end, in the end, theres only us 2 blame
Why do we play this ...
Why do we play this silly ...
Why do we play this silly game?
Yeah
Ooh-ooh
Tell me why? (tell me why? )
Oh why? (oh why? )
Oh why - why?
Why do we play this silly game?
Game
song performed by by Prince
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There is never vulgarity in a whole truth, however commonplace. It may be unimportant or painful. It cannot be vulgar. Vulgarity is only in concealment of truth, or in affectation.
quote by John Ruskin
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A boor remains a boor even if sleeping on silken pillows.
A boor remains a boor, though he sleep on silken bolsters.
Tilly
He travels after a winter sun,
Urging the cattle along a cold red road,
Calling to them, a voice they know,
He drives his beasts above Cabra.
The voice tells them home is warm.
They moo and make brute music with their hoofs.
He drives them with a flowering branch before him,
Smoke pluming their foreheads.
Boor, bond of the herd,
Tonight stretch full by the fire!
I bleed by the black stream
For my torn bough!
poem by James Joyce
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Boor Boor
boor poem
in
the world...
at a..............
rich man laugh...
another boor poem
is
poor man's cry...
another boor poem
is...
! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
not nothing the world...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Very notable was his distinction between coarseness and vulgarity, coarseness, revealing something; vulgarity, concealing something.
quote by E.M. Forster
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Lamb Of God
Spoken:
After jesus was born in bethlehem in judea
During the time of king herod
Wise men from de east came to jerusalem and asked
Where is the one who is born king of the jews?
We saw his star in the east and we have come to worship him
Lord we have traveled far
Torn and weary guided by your star
There before us the living king
Halleluiah his praises sing
Herod with a evil plan
Kill the babies
Came his bold command
He tried to alter gods holy plan
God has saved him
The son of man
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of god
The chosen one of god
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of love
The chosen one of god
Three kings from a distance come
Bearing gifts for the only one
Shout to heaven sound the drum
Tell the nations
The lord has come
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of god
The chosen one of god
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of love
The chosen one of god
He came to bring us his peace
He came to bring us his joy
To bring us love
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of god
The chosen one of god
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of god
The precious lamb of god
Behold the lamb of god
The mighty king of god
The chosen one of god
Spoken:
And so the wise men the shepherds
The ox and the lamb
The angels above
All rejoiced at gods command
As a star shine from heaven
This new king to adorn
On that very first christmas
When jesus christ was born
song performed by by Donna Summer
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In A Foreign Land
It was a matter of fact that when I paid all my tax
I held my world in the palm of my hand
And all of my debts were causing me to defect
To a land of bananas and sand
So I ran, yes I ran, yes I ran to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am
Here I am in a foreign land
Im so glad we made it
I thought wed never land
I grabbed all my cash
And decided to dash far away
Far away, far away to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
Goodbye to all of the rich mans daughters
Goodbye to my debts now Im way cross the water
Far away, far away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am here I am in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Please tell my mother and all my ex-lovers
That Ive finally made the grade
Please tell my debtors and the money collectors
That all of my bills will be paid some day
Im away, Im away, far away in a foreign land
Goodbye champagne and caviar set
I wanna slum and drink all the rum I can get
Im away, Im away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
But Im all out of my jack and I cant go back
Im away, far away, far away in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
song performed by by Kinks
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No Reason Why
There's no solution, nothing we can prevent,
Says the spokesman for the government.
To help the little girl and her condition,
Although it is a sad situation.
So unless you are a famous daughter and son,
For want of money, your operation will be done.
Left to a king, from a foreign land,
To donate, to lend a hand.
No, no reason why,
Why this girl should die.
poem by Guy Lipmore
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King is alien
King is alien in foreign land
Poet and scholar are not.
Nothing is impossible for
Powerful and mighty.
For the traders
No place is out of reach.
For a polite talker
No one is stranger.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Sulky Girl
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent
To throw them off the scent
Just let them guess, its what they expect
Who in the world has bitten her neck?
Shes discovered wearing last nights dress
The carnal and cunning, she couldnt express
Who do you think shes trying to impress?
Chorus:
I think youd better hold your tongue
Although youve never been that strong
Im sorry to say that I knew all along
Youre no match for that sulky girl
She left her european town
Before she let the family down
She couldnt stand the massacre game
So she dyed her hair and adopted another name
With the evidence of passing out stamped on her hand
She glows in the dark
He thinks shes from another planet
Chorus
Sulky girl
Im sure you look a picture when you cry
Threatening the silent treatment doesnt qualify
Its like money in the bank
Your expression is blank
But while the chance appears
Youll be nearer to tears
Sulky girl [2x]
He said hello, my pretty flower
Just trying out his tycoon power
Avoiding the mirror, her pitying stare
She said youre mistaken, your moneys no good in here
Just some stupid little know-it-all
Who thought she looked easy; hes not that astute
Hell pay for the distance
Between cruelty and beauty
Chorus
So I wont tell you again
What do you gain
By blackening her name
Shes smarter than you
Oh isnt it a shame
Youre gonna lose that sulky girl
Sulky girl
I saw you practising your blackmail faces
Suddenly youre talking like a duchess
But youre still a waitress
I saw through your pretence
But in my defence
There are a few events
I think will spare the censor
Sulky girl [4x]
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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