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Munich Oktoberfest
between gulps, he yodles his
favourite tune

haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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In Your Room

In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here

song performed by by Zeraphine
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Gulps and emptying

Gulps of water after thirst,
And emptying the bladder after a hold
Give you through their action
Same amount of relief.
Gulps and emptying are the way of life,
And in them we get relief, which is pleasure.
28.03.2006

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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When you look at our programme for the next few weeks, you do not fancy a trip to the Oktoberfest.

quote by Oliver Kahn
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a line of waitresses
dancing on the table
smell of the Oktoberfest

haiku by Chenou Liu
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Travellers Tune

Where do you go buttoned in your favourite coat
Stepping out to a different world
And you might be home late
And where are you now
Staring at your favourite box
The one with the traveller's cross
On the road past the gate

But if you find yourself standing on the corner
While you're thinking of a different world
Then you might see me waiting on the corner
Staring through you in your different world

And if I could swim
Then I'd get out and find my boat
Sail away to my favourite coast
And let you all in
And if I could do all the things you're asking for
Then maybe I'd find your door
And bring it home to you

(Repeat Chorus)

So where do we go
Like two Christophers in the snow
Yeah we're blind but we want to know
Just to say I love you
And all of our lives
We'll sail through the suns and moons
To sing our Travellers Tune
Just to say I love you

(Repeat Chorus)

song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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A Musical Send Off

As the funeral came to a close
his favourite record was played out loud
All Right Now by Free was his song
I'm sure his feet were tapping under his shroud.
Which made me think about my ending
and what tune would I like to pick?
it would have to be something lively
one with a nice beat and a kick.
Highway to Hell by ACDC would be bad
as that could be really tempting fate
Spirit in the Sky by Norman Greenbaum
now that would sound awesome and great.
Classical music would be too sombre
and have me turning in my grave
Stairway to Heaven by Zeppelin is better
but please no Rap, Disco, or Rave.
Something by the Beatles would be nice
or Yesterday or maybe even Hey Jude,
but definetly not the track called Help!
and a sexy song would just sound rude,
In the end I'd probably stick with a hymn
and select my favourite Amazing Grace
because I'm sure it's the Lords favourite
as after all he wrote it for all the human race.

poem by Kevin Halls
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Gone Shootin'

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Bought a ticket of her own accord
To I dunno
Packed your heart in a travellin' bag
And never said bye bye
Something missing in the neighbourhood
Of her cryin' eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon
Knew her favourite tune
Gone shootin'
My baby's gone shootin'
Wrap herself around
Like a second skin
Backed her favourite nag
But she could never win
I took an offer in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin' in overdrive
A victim of overkill
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for
Gone shootin'
She's gone

song performed by by AC/DC from Powerage
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Please do not break my little Christmas tree

I hung my loved ones photographs over there.
Oh! They are very far away, on the top
My beloved and myself of teary eyes tangled with jingle bells.
Oh! My Landlord gatecrashed, the Greek,
I nicknamed him as 'Socrates'
He called me on my pseudonym 'Don'.
'Merry Christmas' We both greeted simultaneously.
Secretly I winked to my wife tune the radio little louder
There the music of 'Zorba's dance' goes on.
And I offered him a Greek drink 'Ouzo'.
He had two gulps faster and we danced together to the tune of Zorba.
He left with a friendly smile and thank God he didn't grumble of the rent this time.
I murmured to myself 'Long live my Greek God'.

* To the President, I dreamed him last night he disguised as a Santa Claus and distributed some leaflets door to door regarding the health care reform it seems.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Gone Shootin

Feel the pressure rise
Hear the whistle blow
Found a ticket of her own accord [on her roller car]
[to | yeah | that] I dont know
Packed her heart in a travelling bag [fought so hard in a travelin band]
And never said bye bye
Somethings missing in the neighbourhood
All the cryin eyes
I stirred my coffee with the same spoon [a stupor caught me with the sin spoon]
Do a favourite tune [to her favourite jewel]
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Wrap yourself around
Like a second skin
Packed her favourite bag [packed|picked her favourite nag]
But she could never win
I took [your | a | her] number in another town
She took another pill
She was runnin in overdrive
Up until my overkill [a victim of overkill]
She never made it past the bedroom door
What was she aiming for? [why Id thought shed even pour]
Gone shootin
Shes gone, gone gone gone
Gone shootin
My babys gone shootin
Lil child
Gone shootin
I thought that she wouldnt even know
Gone shootin
Hey look out, look out, look out, look out!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin heroin!
Gone shootin
Shes shootin loaded
Shes gone, shes gone, shes gone, shes gone
Gone shootin
Im gonna have to get a gun
Look out, look out
She could have anyone
She sure is loaded
I used to love her so [like a rubber soul]

song performed by by AC-DC
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I go to my favourite tournament, I talk about my favourite sport and it's just a great month of parading.

quote by Boris Becker
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I have lots of favourite memories but I can't say that I have a favourite film.

quote by John Hurt
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From Your Favorite Sky

Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born
Forth from joy
You're every girl and boy
You know you are, you know you are
And you dress
Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess
S'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, you know you do
Do you dare
Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky

song performed by by I Am Kloot
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Munich Girls

My name is johnnie walker
And i won't wanna make any advertising
You know?
All right honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm' hol mich rauf
Mach mir den zuckerhut
Mach mir den zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf
Dollar oder deutschmark
Never mind
It's allright
Vergi die wsche,
Tu es
And kill the light
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den ersten schein
Munich girls
Lookin' for love
Tag und nacht
Lookin' for love
Here she comes
She's lookin' for love
It's the munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar
Mehr champgner auf
Blinis kaviar - na klar
I'm mick the chic
I do it quick
Weie nchte p 1
Kopf oder zahl
I'm the one
I'm the one
Und meins ist deins
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den nchsten schein
Tag und nacht
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Nimm den letzen,
Nimm den allerletzen schein
Munich girls...
And she's comin'
And she's comin'

song performed by by Falco
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Munich Girl

My name is Johnnie Walker
And I won't wanna make any advertising
You know?
All right honey, honey
Sugar sweet
Komm' hol mich rauf
Mach mir den Zuckerhut
Mach mir den Zucker
Mach mir ihn obenauf
Dollar oder Deutschmark
Never mind
It's allright
Vergi die Wsche,
Tu es
And kill the light
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den ersten Schein
Munich Girls
Lookin' for love
Tag und Nacht
Lookin' for love
Here she comes
She's lookin' for love
It's the Munich thing
Du machst es gut
Du machst es besser
Du machst es mir ganz einfach wunderbar
Mehr Champagner auf
Blinis Kaviar - na klar
I'm Mick the Chic
I do it quick
Weie Nchte P 1
Kopf oder Zahl
I'm the one
I'm the one
Und meins ist deins
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Komm nimm den nchsten Schein
Tag und Nacht
Du bist zu schn
Zu schn allein zu sein
There's no way back
Nimm den letzen,
Nimm den allerletzten Schein
Munich Girls
Fade out
And she's comin'
And she's comin

song performed by by Falco
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These Aren't A Few Of My Favourite Things

Read to the tune of.......these are a few of my favourite things

Fat blokes with Volvos and beer bottle glasses,
people with promises spoke from their asses,
wild beasts that wander my garden in spring,
these aren’t a few of my favourite things.

Drivers with white sticks that won’t let your car in,
buggers with purses that don’t get a jar in,
baby on board signs and big heads that sing,
these aren’t a few of my favourite things.

Jobsworths with badges and slow council zombies,
bouncers with golf clubs hid under their Crombies.
Switchboards that juggle you round hyperspace,
press number four now or you’ll loose your place.

Bridge
When the sods write,
in that news thing,
making people sad,
I simply remember they’re
morons on drugs
and then I don’t feel ….so bad

Nice little government couldn’t be finer
selling our recycled rubbish to China
Then up in arms at the petrol they burn,
tax on a litre would make Adair turn.

Sweet traffic wardens with metal disorders,
free phones to Asia (unless it’s for orders)
False advertising of fake broadband speeds,
promising pie in the sky for your needs.

Enough lol

poem by Jerry Pike
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We are known as one of the few truly antifascist families in Munich.

quote by Karl Amadeus Hartmann
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My mind-set is Munich. Most of my generation's is Vietnam.

quote by Madeleine Albright
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From Your Favourite Sky

Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail, do you weep
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born, Far from joy
You're every girl and boy
you know you are, you know you are
And you dress, Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess, s'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, You know you do
Do you dare, Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love? And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky