A Psalm Of Fortitude
Are you, like me, a peevish brat,
With feelings extra-fine?
Are you disposed to whip the cat
When misadventure lays your flat?
Then paste this memo in your hat —
A Man Should Never Whine.
The axiom is no safeguard rare,
Nor talisman divine;
For, deaf to bounce as well as prayer,
Grim Fate will never turn a hair.
But still the principle is there —
A Man Should Never Whine.
When 'Answers' spurns your doggerel lay
(He often baskets mine)
And balks you of renown and pay,
Squirm not, but laugh, and darkly say,
'Ha! tyrant! there will come a day!'
A Bard Should Never Whine.
Should Gladys freeze you from her sight,
Don't languish or repine;
But let her know, in terms polite,
That she has made your future bright;
Then marry Ermyntrude for spite —
A Bloque Should Never Whine.
A killing frost may nip your buds
(There's Wolsey as a sign);
You may forego your stylish duds,
And trade away your pin and studs,
To live on bandicooted spuds;
But you Must Never Whine.
Religiously, your cake is dough —
You haven't walk'd the line.
Peter won't know you from a crow;
So your address must be 'Below,'
Where Socialists and such-like go;
Still You Must Never Whine.
But even should Repentance come,
Don't supplicate and pine.
Seek out the corybantic scrum,
And caper round the mighty drum,
And make Salvation fairly hum —
A Saint Should Never Whine.
Beneath such petty details lies
Calm Nature's great design,
That we on stepping-stones should rise;
And any decent chap who tries
To score some points before he dies
Can Surely Never Whine.
Things standing thus, it is not nice
To rate yourself a swine;
Just let this argument suffice:
An abject whimper cuts no ice,
But only tends to lower your price —
A Man Should Never Whine.
poem by Joseph Furphy
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Whinin' Boy Moan
Van Morrison
Exile Publishing Ltd / Universal Music Publishing Ltd
Drop that coin right into the slot
Get it whether you're ready or not
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well they call him Mr. Jellyroll
It's just the way he rolls his dough
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else
Whine, whine, whine, whine
All the winos down on Market Street
Roll on over to old North Beach
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Well he gonna sing and play for you
Exactly what he's s'pposed to do
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Whine, whine, whine
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Let the whinin boy moan
If you don't know how to do it yourself
Cos he can do it better, better than anyone else
song performed by by Van Morrison
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To Whine Or Not To Whine?
to whine or not to whine?
but first ask,
is there someone there
listening there?
is there someone?
someone?
who knows what
whining is
who knows
someone who
understands
that there is nothing
wrong with
whining?
is there? can his listening
change your world
for the better?
can your whining
do something good
for this, well,
rotten world?
then whine.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Cherry, Cherry Coupe
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
The wildest short around is my cherry, cherry coupe
Its the sharpest thing in town and the envy of my group
Its one of its kind and it really looks good
Chopped nose and deck with louvers on the hood
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(my cherry coupe beats em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(and she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)
Chrome reversed rims with whitewall slicks
And it turns a quarter mile in one oh six
Door handles are off but you know Ill never miss em
They open when I want with the cellunoid system
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(my cherry coupe beats em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(and she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)
My coupes tuck and roll underneath the hood
And the rugs, seats, and panels now are looking good
When I go looking for something to do
Shes got enough room now to barely seat two
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(my cherry coupe beats em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(and she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(my cherry coupe beats em up coming off the line)
Go cherry, cherry coupe now
(and she really gets sparks when she starts to whine)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Where the Wild Cats Whine
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine
Standing on a cloud in the cool sunshine
Tell me can you see her
Can you hear the wild cats whine
Will you let her take you home
Will you stay a little while
Will you spend some time.
Locked inside like a wild God's cry's
Ringing in her ears in the still of the night
Tell me can you see her
Reaching up to the sky
Looking for the place in the cool sunshine.
Years gone by but the days are the same
Rolling down the track like a dream freight train
I'm going to touch the sun
I'm going to look into her eyes
I'm going to try and find that place where the wild cats whine
Where the wild cats whine in the cool sunshine
With her jet black hair and her green eyes shine
I'm going to follow her home
I'm going to stay for a while
And spend some time in the cool sunshine
Spend some time where the wild cats whine
Locked inside like a wild God's cry's
Ringing in her ears in the still of the night
Now I see her reaching up into the sky
Waiting for me in the cool sunshine
Waiting for me where the wild cats whine.
Jet black hair and her green eyes shine
Waiting on a cloud in the cool sunshine
I'll be here for a while maybe longer than a day
Spend my time in the cool sunshine.
Spend my time where the wild cats whine.
Jeff Nesvig
poem by Jeff Nesvig
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Pooling From A Tank Of Picked Catches
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun!
Pooling from a tank of picked catches,
Examined and tested...
Eliminates second guesses.
And motivates with a boost what is expected,
From that which has been prime selected.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
People wanting better know for them what is the best.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
And there are those who refuse to accept,
With a getting for themselves...
What the rest can not get,
And...
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done,
Just to kick around excuses.
They're not in line with the others behind the times.
They're not the ones choosing to complain and to whine.
They're not the ones who chose to get nothing done...
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
Like so many who just lived for fun.
There were others who chose to get things done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Did Ya
Went for a walk down the old kings road,
To see if anybody was there.
But there was nobody home at 3 bywater street,
And they had sold cadogan square.
And I remember myself in my tie dye sweater,
And my hipster corduroy flares.
As I knocked on doors,
And walked down one-way streets that led nowhere.
Ah, did ya ever think it wouldnt last forever?
Did ya ever think that it would get this bad?
Did ya ever think that everything would get so crazy?
Now the chelsea drug store needs a fix,
Its in a state of ill repair.
And my cuban heels are hurting my feet,
Just to add to my despair.
La-di-dahs drove mini cars in the summertime.
(in the summertime)
Now theyre towed away for parking on a double yellow line,
And they cant pay the fine.
(did you ever think)
Did you ever think wed all believe the hype?
(did you ever think)
Did you ever think the classes all would revert back to type?
(did you ever think)
Did you ever think the system ever really got it right?
Oh, baby.
They filled us full of false illusions and promiscuity,
And they led us down that class-less road to mediocrity.
As we walked down that alley way of hope,
We thought wed found the motherload,
But we were led like lambs to that promise land,
With all the debts that we would owe.
Once trendies posed for tourist pictures in the summertime.
(in the summertime)
Not content with taking polaroids, they purchased all the property that they could find,
And Ive just sold mine. (did you ever!)
Did ya ever think that this green and plesant land,
(did ya ever think)
Would end up in the bottom of some garbage can,
(did ya ever think)
A dustbin full of promises and half-hearted plans.
Oh, baby.
Did ya, did ya, did ya ever think?
Did you ever think?
(in the summertime)
Now miseries and groaners moan and reminisce about the good old times and whine, whine, whine.
(did ya ever think)
Did ya ever think when things were really fab,
(did ya ever think)
That wed be looking through a dustbin for a dog-end to drag,
(did ya ever think)
And sleep on park benches wrapped in plastic bags.
Oh, baby.
Did ya ever think that it would get this crazy?
(did ya ever think)
Did ya ever think that it would get this way?
(did ya ever think)
Did ya ever think that we would pay the price for being lazy?
song performed by by Kinks
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A Furtive Kiss and a Hug! ! ! !
Here are your Roses, chocolate and wine,
I won’t be able to take you out to dine.
Please, please don’t start to whine
By the way, who was this St Valentine?
Put them in a vase before they wilt,
Don’t be overcome with guilt…
He said, planting a furtive kiss
Dear, couldn’t we have given it a miss?
Now, I need to really, really go, honey
shouldn't be saying, cost a lot of money.
Couldn’t you postpone the celebrations?
Until we got over the slump and recession?
I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry,
Love, oh... don’t look that way, I did try.
Now come on, I deserve a big hug,
I obliged graciously, feeling quite smug…
You girls are silly about love and romance,
He is just going through male menopause...
After all these years you must know I care
Don't make me overspend, its not fair.
I had my Roses, chocolate and wine
No harm in indulging and let him whine...
I said to myself arranging flowers with a smile,
And chose to forget the conversation after a while.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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I'm Doin' Alright
Whoo!
I got a spot in the country.
I got a dog in the yard.
I got a beat-up Chevy:
Rust kinda rough but she starts.
I got my Grandaddy's shotgun:
I can shoot pretty good.
I got a nice little garden of weeds,
Tucked back up in the wood.
An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night,
An' I'm doin' alright.
I got a front porch for pickin',
I got a National guitar.
I got some lightnin' for sippin':
I've had about a jar.
I got a pretty old lady,
She's good at stretchin' a dime.
In this little corner a-heaven mister,
We have a helluva time.
An' I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
Yeah, I am what I am an' I don't give a damn,
An' I'm doin' alright.
Instrumental Break.
All the rats in the city,
Are livin' out of a box.
They look down their nose, at my life, I suppose,
An' I just laugh my country ass off.
Yeah, I'm doin all right, livin' my life:
You got yours an' I got mine.
Yeah, it may not look like much to you,
But it's simple an' it suits me fine.
Yeah, the sound of the rain an' a lonely old train:
Listen to that engine whine.
'Cause I am what I am an' I sleep good at night,
An' I'm doin' alright.
Yeah, I'm doin' alright.
Doin' alright!
song performed by by Van Zant
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Don't whine - laugh.
quote by Roy Castle
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Two and two continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
quote by James McNeill Whistler
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I maintain that two and two would continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the amateur for three, or the cry of the critic for five.
quote by James Whistler
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Pout On
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitoka y,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
IwishthatIcouldrushtoyouandmakeitokay,
ButIcan'tdothatbecauseyou'renotfeelingthatway .
You rather whine about these times.
Just sitting on your backside finding time to sigh.
Pout on.
Pout on.
Like the others who are shouting 'bout lost pennies in their pots!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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That Dwindling Cash
People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.
People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.
People,
They do what they can.
In a season long on memories,
And dwindling.cash.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
No need to sigh and whine on somebody crying.
People,
They do what they can.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
People,
They do what they can.
We all have got it.
No doubt about it.
And...
We all have got,
That dwindling cash.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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My vocal style I haven't tried to copy from anyone. It just developed until it became the girlish whine it is today.
quote by Robert Plant
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Hard Luck
Ain't no use as I can see
In sittin' underneath a tree
An' growlin' that your luck is bad,
An' that your life is extry sad;
Your life ain't sadder than your neighbor's
Nor any harder are your labors;
It rains on him the same as you,
An' he has work he hates to do;
An' he gits tired an' he gits cross,
An' he has trouble with the boss;
You take his whole life, through an' through,
Why, he's no better off than you.
If whinin' brushed the clouds away
I wouldn't have a word to say;
If it made good friends out o' foes
I'd whine a bit, too, I suppose;
But when I look around an' see
A lot o' men resemblin' me,
An' see 'em sad, an' see 'em gay
With work t' do most every day,
Some full o' fun, some bent with care,
Some havin' troubles hard to bear,
I reckon, as I count my woes,
They're 'bout what everybody knows.
The day I find a man who'll say
He's never known a rainy day,
Who'll raise his right hand up an' swear
In forty years he's had no care,
Has never had a single blow,
An' never known one touch o' woe,
Has never seen a loved one die,
Has never wept or heaved a sigh,
Has never had a plan go wrong,
But allas laughed his way along;
Then I'll sit down an' start to whine
That all the hard luck here is mine.
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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Quick to Dump Their Junk
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump.
Quick to dump their junk,
And then start running.
Quicker to abuse their minds.
Quicker to find the time to whine.
And quick to say who's nuts...
And who ain't crazy.
It seems easier to walk away from people raging.
Easier to say who should be who they are.
Easier to start a fight.
Easier to say who's not living right.
And easier to be the one who sleeps at night.
Quick and easy it seems not to worry.
It appears some live lives free of mental strife.
Quick and easy it seems for them not to hurry.
When a life they choose to live,
Is not disguised by lies.
It seems some can take their lumps and not be moaning.
Or groan from Sunrise 'til that Sun goes down.
Whether they keep a faith.
Or pray every second of each day.
They don't walk around,
With a face to frown.
Why is it...
Some seem ready to jump into a garbage dump?
And why is it...
Some are quick to dump their junk,
And run?
Why are they...
Quicker to abuse their minds.
And why so quick are they to whine?
And quick they are to say who's nuts...
But they're not crazy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Two and two continue to make four, in spite of the whine of the ameteur for three, or the cry of the critc for five. (from Whistler vs. Ruskin, 1878)
quote by James Abbott McNeill Whistler
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You can't create a monster, then whine when it stomps on a few buildings.
quote by Yeardley Smith
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Fear less, hope more, Whine less, breathe more, Talk less, say more, Hate less, love more, And all good things are yours.