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Factory

Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory
Heads are down and all the people frown
In the factory
I'm so down I put my head around every noose I see
Days are long but the minds are strong
In the factory

Eyes are mean but the walls are clean
In the factory
Patience now they're gonna string you out
In the factory
I'm so tired I never go outside every night I sleep
Days are long but the minds are gone
In the factory

song performed by by The Vines from Highly Evolved
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Working At The Factory

All my life I've been a workin' man
When I was at school they said that's all you'll ever understand
No profession. I didn't figure in their plans
So they sent me down factory to be a workin' man
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Now I'm here seemingly free, but working at the factory.
The music came along and gave new life to me
And gave me hope back in 1983
The music came and set me free
From working at the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
It was just another factory
I made the music , thought that was mine
It made me free , but that was in another time
But then the corporations and the big combines
Turned musicians into factory workers on assembly lines.
All I lived for, All I lived for
All I lived for was to get out of the factory
We made the music to set ourselves free
From working at the factory.
All my life I've put in a working day
Now it's sign the contract. Get production on the way
Take the money, make the music pay
Working at the factory
All I lived for was to get out of the factory.
Never wanted to be like everybody else
But now there are so many like me sitting on the shelf
They sold us a dream but in reality
Was just another factory
Working at the factory.

song performed by by Kinks
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Factory

Early in the morning factory whistle blows,
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes,
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light,
Its the working, the working, just the working life.
Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain,
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain,
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life,
The working, the working, just the working life.
End of the day, factory whistle cries,
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes.
And you just better believe, boy, somebodys gonna get hurt tonight,
Its the working, the working, just the working life.

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Straight From The Factory

Straight from the factory
Straight from the factory
We were made for each other
One of those things thats meant to be
Straight from the factory
Nothin less than exactly
Youre the only lock thats made to fit my key.
Many parts and many hearts
Been mismatched before
Still they make delivery.
Some folks send em back and never find what they need
But babe my satisfactions guaranteed.
Straight from the factory
We were made for each other
One of those things thats meant to be
Straight from the factory
Nothin less than exactly
Youre the only lock thats made to fit my key.
(instrumental)
Straight from the factory
We were made for each other
One of those things thats meant to be
Straight from the factory
Nothin less than exactly
Youre the only lock thats made to fit my key.
Sittin tight and sittin proud
Waitin on a shove
Passers by just keep on passin by
Ill admit I did a bit of passin by myself
Til I found a perfect fit
And now Im tied.
Straight from the factory
We were made for each other
Perfect match as anyone can see
Straight from the factory
Nothin less than exactly
Youre the only lock thats made to fit my key.
Youre the only lock thats made to fit my key.............

song performed by by Clint Black
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Factory Windows Are Always Broken

Factory windows are always broken.
Somebody's always throwing bricks,
Somebody's always heaving cinders,
Playing ugly Yahoo tricks.

Factory windows are always broken.
Other windows are let alone.
No one throws through the chapel-window
The bitter, snarling, derisive stone.

Factory windows are always broken.
Something or other is going wrong.
Something is rotten--I think, in Denmark.
End of factory-window song.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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Factory Girl

Waiting for a girl who's got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zipper's broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on Friday night
She's a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl

Waiting for a girl and she's got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She ain't come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Beggars Banquet
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A Child's Sweet Dream

Deep in the night where all dreams come true
is a candy factory just waiting for you.
Its storage room is filled with sugar and spice
and racks adorned with candy sweet and nice.

Peppermint sticks welcome you at the door,
and peanut brittle covers the entire floor.
Its walls of chocolate bars are at bay,
and make the candy factory a nice place to stray.

The candy factory is surrounded by lolipop trees
and you may choose one just as you please...
Deep in the night where all dreams come true
is a candy factory just waiting for you.

poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
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Factory Girl

(original by the rolling stones; remixed by maxim)
Waiting for a girl whos got curlers in her hair
Waiting for a girl she has no money anywhere
We get buses everywhere
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and her knees are much too fat
Waiting for a girl who wears scarves instead of hats
Her zippers broken down the back
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and she gets me into fights
Waiting for a girl we get drunk on friday night
Shes a sight for sore eyes
Waiting for a factory girl
Waiting for a girl and shes got stains all down her dress
Waiting for a girl and my feet are getting wet
She aint come out yet
Waiting for a factory girl

song performed by by Prodigy
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Factory

In passage of time
To a cigarette burn
In the book that I read
To the sentence I learn
Up and down
Going round
Going round till we drown again
Im gonna set myself up
Im gonna up to the top
Up to the top
To the top
Im going down to the ground
Going round
Till we drown
Going round till we drown again
Factory
Imitation of life
Factory
We all go out to lunch
A certain raion we know
Has left us unaware
Someone else has taken leave
Someone who did care
Elevators just dont crash
The answer lies within
Elevators elevators
Answer lies within
To the glittering prize
To the fool in the sky
Ive got a jewel in my eye
Im going up
Coming down
Going round
Till we drown
Going round till we drown again
To the centre of the man
Because he had a plan
He had a plan to escape
But now weve got it on tape
Going up
Coming down
Going around
Going round till we drown again
Factory
Imitation of life
Factory
We all go out to lunch
A certain raion we know
Has left us unaware
Someone else has taken leave
Someone who did care
Elevators just dont crash
The answer lies within
Elevators elevators
Answer lies within
Factory
Going out to lunch
Factory
Going out to lunch
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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Facts About Cheese

When the price of cheese was so low a few years ago that the
dairymen seriously thought of giving up the manufacture
of cheese and of selling their cows, we published the fol-
lowing lines and distributed them by the thousand :

Price soon will rise, though now 'tis low,
And brooks of milk will onward flow ;
Were it collected in one stream
There would be floods of milk and cream.

Mr. T. D. Millar has just secured, Sept., 1884, the first prize for cheese at the great
cheese fair at Amsterdam, Holland. They weighed over 600 pounds each, and were
manufactured by the Burnside Factory of Dorchester. The Galloway Factory is manufacturing
several cheese weighing one ton each. The mammoth cheese, alluded to in cheese ode,
was manufactured by Mr. James Harris, Ingersoll Factory. The Dnnn Cheese Factory, North
Oxford, secured first prize at the great Centennial Exhibition, but where all factories
produce such excellent cheese perhaps it would be making invidious distinctions to specify
the honours won by any particular factory. The West Oxford Company have recently built a
fine factory on the Culloden Road.

poem by James McIntyre
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Through Falling, Falling Snow

As from my frozen window pane
I looked upon that winter's day,
The snow was drifting deep and crisp
And skies were darkest grey,
I did not wish to leave the warmth
Of home but knew I had to go,
And walk towards those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.

I headed down those empty streets
Within the early morning light,
So hard each step I had to take
Through all life's bitter spite,
I longed to be back home again
As freezing winds did cruelly blow,
But headed to those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.

I wondered where it all went wrong
Those thoughts remained within my mind,
As I did languish in the drifts
My eyes were almost blind,
I could not see the way before
And yet the way I seemed to know,
That led unto those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.

And so towards that bleak estate
Past houses that I knew so well,
I thought that I would rather starve
Than face that day of hell,
I fought against my apathy
But soon my tears began to flow,
As then I saw those factory gates
Through falling, falling snow.

poem by Andrew Blakemore
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The One

So long entrusted by virtue,
Fashioned by a dying star,
In the factory of a legendary,
He maintained the name,
And so shall I,
Yes I mourn my father,
Yet my life I celebrate,
You cant walk in my shoes,
I am the one

So long entrusted by supremacy,
Fashioned by a shinning star,
In the factory of nobility,
She maintained the modesty,
And so shall I,
Yes I celebrate my mother's life,
Yet my life I fashion,
You cant step in my pants,
I am the one

poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Hoover Factory

Five miles out of london on the western avenue
Must have been a wonder when it was brand new
Talkin bout the splendour of the hoover factory
I know that youd agree if you had seen it too
Its not a matter of life or death
But what is, what is ?
It doesnt matter if I take another breath
Who cares ? who cares ?
Green for go, green for action
From park royal to north acton
Past scrolls and inscriptions like those of the egyptian age
And one of these days the hoover factory
Is gonna be all the rage in those fashionable pages
Five miles out of london on the western avenue
Must have been a wonder when it was brand new
Talkin bout the splendour of the hoover factory
I know that youd agree if you had seen it too
Its not a matter of life or death
But what is, what is ?
It doesnt matter if I take another breath
Who cares ? who cares ?

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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A dust cleaner marries a street sweeper

Skinny poor Princess
Who works in a Tea sorting Factory
And cleans the dust whole day,
On her way back home
She coughs and dust mites run.
One auspicious day she met
A courageous Prince
Who sweeps the street.
How the shrewd fate brings them together?
And nobody oppose as they walk on the same street.
He stops at a certain place with his broom
And she heads to the Factory.
As far as the dust & dirt would remain in this unclean World
Thank God! Their jobs are permanent it seems!

*To have a friend, be a friend.
-Old saying

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Brassiere Factory

Is the governor falling
From a great height?
Arm in arm we fled the brassiere factory,
The motion-boat stayed on the shore!
I saw how round its bottom was
As you walked into southern France—
Upon the light hair of an arm
Cigar bands lay!
I kissed you then. Oh is my bar
The insect of your will? The water rose,
But will the buffalo on
The nickel yet be still?
For how can windows hold out the light
In your eyes!
Darling, we fled the brassiere factory
In forty-eight states,
Arm in arm,
When human beings hung on us
And you had been arrested by the cloths
Were used in making, and I said, “The Goths
Know such delight,” but still we fled, away
Into a dinner atmosphere
From all we knew, and fall asleep this day.
O maintenance men, with cruel eyes,
Then arm in arm we fled the listless factory!
The music changed your fingers’ ends to pearl,
I punched you, you foolish girl,
For thanks to the metronome we got out alive, in the air
Where the sun filled us with cruelty!
There’s what to do
Except despair, like pages! and laugh
Like prawns, about the sea!
Oh arm in arm we fled the industry
Into an earth of banks
And foolish tanks, for what bare breasts might be.

“The Brassiere Factory” from The Collected Poems of Kenneth Koch, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 2006 by Kenneth Koch.

poem by Kenneth Koch
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Fruit Marriage: Children 'Outsourcing

Abundant rain this afternoon
After the workers shouting in the street
'Deliver us from outsourcing! '
Our marriage failed because we were oppressed
Like the birds in the cages cattle
To cut and served at fast food restaurants
Owned gentlemen,
While the gentlemen just calculate profit and only profit
No matter our fate every year there swept horns 'outsourcing'
Oscillate from one factory to another factory
With the same labor agreement 'outsourcing'
Our roving from one factory to another factory
To save our children
In order to survive, but what she said
'Outsourcing' just like fresh-powered workers
Who would be paid less, older workers, useless, slow
Only useful for garbage collectors
And cleaning the table, in the afternoon
When a fast-food restaurant, crowded
Young children, who sang brisiknya
The latest stuff
While our children, it is never clear
Where was about to step
When home from school...... and when it exploded brawl
Has always been a focus accusations,
Hah, basic wild children, punks do not know the rules
From the fruit of marriage, children are 'outsourcing'.

poem by Prasetya Utama
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Richard Cory

They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town
With political connections to spread his wealth around
Born into society, a banker's only child
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes
Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh he surely must be happy with everything he's got
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch
And they were grateful for his patronage and they thanked him very much
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
"Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head"
But I, I work in his factory
And I curse the life I'm living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Oh I wish that I could be
Richard Cory

song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
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Richard Cory

They say that richard cory owns one half of this whole town,
With political connections to spread his wealth around.
Born into society, a bankers only child,
He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes:
Richard cory at the opera, richard cory at a show.
And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht!
Oh, he surely must be happy with everything hes got.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.
He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch,
And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much,
So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read:
Richard cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head.
But I work in his factory
And I curse the life Im living
And I curse my poverty
And I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be,
Oh, I wish that I could be
Richard cory.

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Shes Got Claws

You are distraction
Like pictures on the wall
I dont like eyes
You are attraction
It gets to be routine
Youre up Im down
Shes got claws
But the factory knows
Were dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away
You say you love me
Maybe you do
A patience I cant steal
I dont believe you
You said straight
Its like giving up hope
Here on the ground
On the floor
Screaming nothing at all
Here on the ground
Like some whore
Looking down on you all
Too much advice. Im not sure.
Laughing hyenas
With pens for charms
Youll just suck in the boys
We have to leave soon
Shut the door
This house is far too cold
Shes got claws
But the factory knows
Were dreams in cold storage
We could dance the night away

song performed by by Gary Numan
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So You Feel Life Is Tough On You

So you feel life is tough on you just going by what you say
Yet I know of a woman in her late sixties who sleeps in a disused factory doorway
With one blanket to keep out the chill on the cold concrete she lay
If you had to live as she does you would complain night and day.

In a so called Land of plenty she is not one of a few
There are many ageing people not due to their own fault who
Due to high rents have become Homeless poverty is on the rise
In a World of greed and corruption this should come as no surprise.

You do not have to sleep in a disused factory doorway open to the cold and rain
And you've got a comfortable house to live in yet you find cause to complain
But like they say poverty is a relevant thing and you feel you are poor
Though to a Homeless person of the street you would seem financially secure.

If you feel life is tough on you come for a walk with me
And I will show you what 'tis like for to live in poverty
I will show you an old woman who sleeps in a disused factory doorway
With a single blanket for to cover her on the cold concrete she lay.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Despise The Mines

One despises the narrow ways,
Immense bags of weary mines
Conjoin with miniature stones,
And death instigates hollow nature.
Clearly we saw death as high,
In the coke mines, the coal mines
Of straight nature, a scenery of time.
To drive some melodic event
On oneself terminates the small masses.
This factory puny, that factory mad and screeching,
We are shadows of the same train.

poem by Naveed Akram
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