$10 a Gallon?
$10 a gallon?
For what?
'Does that really matter now?
When it approached
One dollar per gallon...
You should have voiced your concern then!
Not when your pockets have gotten thin.
And deepened to hold more lint!
You want to make cents?
Put these sunglasses on.
Grab a twig from a bush...
And get to begging!
MAYBE...
You might gain some sympathy,
From someone who recognizes you are in disguise.
And they are in the mood,
To share with you their good attitude.
IF they have some of 'that' left! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Gallon Of Gas
Ive been waiting for years to buy a brand new cadillac
But now that Ive got one I want to send it right back
I cant afford the gas to fill my luxury limousine
But even if I had the dough no ones got no gasoline
I went to my local dealer to see if he could set me straight
He said theres a little gas going but Id have to wait
But he offered some red hot speed and some really high grade hash
But a gallon of gas cant be purchased anywhere for any amount of cash
I can score you some coke and some grade one grass
But I cant get a gallon of gas
Ive got some downers some speed all the drugs that you need
But I cant get a gallon of gas
Theres no more left to buy or sell
Theres no more oil left in the well
A gallon of gas cant be purchased anywhere
For any amount of cash
Two extra verses from long version:
I love your body-work, but youre really no use
How can I drive you when I got no juice?
Because its stuck in neutral and my engines got no speed
And the highways are deserted
And the air smells unnaturally clean.
Its got power-assisted overdrive and carpets on the floor,
But its parked out front just like a dead dinosaur.
And Ill be paying off the bank for 45 years or more.
It should go 100 miles an hour,
But its never moved away from my door.
Who needs a car and a seven-forty-seven
When you cant buy a gallon of gas
Who needs a highway, an airport or a jet
When you cant get a gallon of gas
Theres no more left to buy or sell
Theres no more oil left in the well
A gallon of gas cant be purchased anywhere
For any amount of cash
You cant buy a gallon of gas
song performed by by Kinks
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I Love Rocky Road
I hear those ice cream bells and I start to drool
Keep a couple quarts in my locker at school
Yah, but chocolates gettin old
Vanilla just leaves me cold
Theres just one flavor good enough for me, yah me
Dont gimme no crummy taste spoon
I know what I need
Baby, I love rocky road
So werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
I love rocky road
So have another triple scoop with me, ow
They tell me ice cream junkies are all the same
All the soda jerkers know my name
When their supple is gone
Then Ill be movin on
But Ill be back on monday afternoon, youll see
Another truck loads comin in for me, all for me
Im singin
I love rocky road
So werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
I love rocky road
So have another triple scoop with me, ow
(oh, make it talk)
When Im all alone, I just grab myself a cone
And if I get fat and loose my teeth thats fine with me
Just lock me in the freezer and throw away the key
Sing it
I love rocky road
So werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
I love rocky road
So have another triple scoop with me
I love rocky road
So werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
I love rocky road
So have another triple scoop with
*i love rocky road
*so werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
*i love rocky road
*so have another triple scoop with
*i love rocky road
*so werent you gonna buy half a gallon, baby
*i love rocky road
*so have another triple scoop with me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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042811B looking for easy venue
you notice more and more of
us consuming microwaveables
yes, i have this bowl of ravioli
which is dollar and fifty cents
i pop metal lid, throw it away
put in microwave for 3 minutes
i do save lots of time for lunch
how healthy could be, question
this saves me good five bucks
that's a gallon of gas and candy
for a poor guy like me, stretching
to keep going on this lovely planet
poem by Manonton Dalan
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Lantern
he lit his lantern and
walked out on the porch,
with his old dog
by his side....
he could see the wind
walking through the trees,
wrapped in the stillness
and comfort of darkness...
how long had it been?
25 cents a gallon gasoline,
Marlboros,25 cents a pack!
working all week for 55 dollars....
sawmills, factories, milking cows,
a hoe and a gallon jar of water.
hanging the gears on his old truck...
cold beer, making love all night....
civil unrest and high ideals,
bulletproof, with a taste for danger.
then the children came... working
more for less... till he became invisible....
and the world careened into madness,
enough was never enough....
and all his dreams fell to dust.....
the wings of the eagle rusted.
standing alone, with his dog,
peering into the night....
listening to whispering ghosts....
listening... for the voice of love....
for the sound of his
own heart beating!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We have a country that is $5 a gallon gas, $4 a gallon gas, we got unbearable unemployment and a federal government that is out of control. We have to take back this country and we've got to get off the sidelines and take it to President Obama.
quote by Tim Pawlenty
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In 1973, women got 59 cents on the dollar; now we are getting 74 cents on the dollar. In the area of finance and business, we are at 68 cents on the dollar.
quote by Billie Jean King
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Sixty Four Cents Per Gallon
Sixty four cents.
That's all they pay.
Sixty four cents per gallon of gas.
Maybe decades ago...
We too could say.
But today with our 'greatness'
And propaganda that is spread.
A dozen of apples,
And perhaps the cost of embarrassment...
May be less,
Than the price of a loaf of bread.
That's what they pay,
In Saudia Arabia each and every day!
And 'he' who leads this great land of ours...
Was turned away as he begged,
Those he chose as 'friends'.
And they embraced and shook his hand.
Sending him like an annoying child,
Back to his home to play!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In The Mood
Always been the kind of girl to hold it back,
When you know that you want to;
Someone always had to tell you where its at;
Now you know that you want to.
Somethin in the musics gonna make you move.
Now you know that you want to;
The rhythms gonna put the woman in the mood,
Now you definitely want to.
In the mood, in the mood,
In the groove, in the mood;
Youve got yourselves an attitude.
In the mood, in the mood,
In the groove, in the mood;
Youve got yourself an attitude.
song performed by by Chicago
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In A 'Not' Understanding Mood
What position do I hold?
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.
'No.
You have misunderstood me.
I refer to the position you hold,
As to how you rate yourself.
You know...
On a scale from one to ten? '
Oh!
You are right.
I did misunderstand you.
Well...
That depends on the condition,
Of my sentiments.
The day of the week.
And the direction in which my attitude,
Is forced to take a shift.
It is impossible to remain in a good mood,
These days.
And...
In a good mood I am going to stay.
'So...
The position you hold is pretty much a fixed on? '
Did I not say,
I 'did' misunderstand you?
'Yes.
Yes you did.'
Well,
To save you time and not to waste mine.
I just happen to be...
In a 'not' understanding mood.
You see those people over there?
'Yes.
They will fake anything you wish.
And make attempts to impress you too.
Don't take my word for it.
They will have you believe,
They are the cream of the crop.
You should have worn your boots.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If It Was About A Lot Of Money
If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.
And if it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness attached to common sense.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.
And if it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
My eyes wouldn't cry when I see these scenes.
If it was about a lot of money...
My mind would be,
Trimmed in dollar bills.
With-my-thoughts-on a million of them,
And a caring less of my fellowman.
If it was about a lot of money...
I'd ignore,
Every two cents made.
By anybody wanting to deliver to me,
Any consciousness to instigate.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money...
I wouldn't be concerned about the suffering seen.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets each and everyday.
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets and get away!
If it was about a lot of money.
I'd fill my pockets up and run the other way.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
If it was about a lot of money.
And if it was about a lot of money...
There wouldn't be a single word I would say.
I wouldn't have concerns or feel this way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Ballade Of The Automobile
When our yacht sails seaward on steady keel
And the wind is moist with breath of brine
And our laughter tells of our perfect weal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But if, automobiling, my woes combine
And fuel gives out in my road-machine
And it's sixteen miles to that home of mine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
When our coach rides smoothly on iron-shod wheel
With a deft touch guiding each taut drawn line
And the inn ahead holds a royal meal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, on some long and steep incline,
In a manner entirely unforeseen
The motor stops with a last sad whine--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
When the air is crisp and the brooks congeal
And our sleigh glides on with a speed divine
While the gay bells echo with peal on peal,
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when, with perverseness most condign,
In the same harsh snowstorm, cold and keen,
My auto stops at the six-mile sign--
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
ENVOY
When yacht or Coach Club fellows dine
We may carol the praises of ruby wine;
But when Automobile Clubmen convene
Then ho! For a gallon of gasoline!
Submitted by John Martin
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Holding On, Just To Be Alive...
when a boat sinks
you grab everything that your hand can hold,
it does not matter what it is,
whether it is good or bad, legal or illegal,
you simply take hold of it and hold on
to the saving of your life.
similarly, when you are hungry and there is no food to eat
you grab every food that is there, dirty or clean, stolen or gained
you simply take it, and eat it to save yourself from death
they impose their laws upon you, it does not matter anymore
they give you death? what for? it does not matter
you're already dead.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Long, Tall Texan
One, two, three, four
Giddy up
Giddy up
Well Im a long tall texan
I ride a big white horse
(he rides from texas on a big white horse)
Well Im a long tall texan
I ride a big white horse
(he rides from texas on a big white horse)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah is that your horse?
(he rides from texas on a big white horse)
Yeah
Well Im a long tall texan
I wear a ten gallon hat
(he rides from texas with a ten gallon hat)
Well Im a long tall texan
I wear a ten gallon hat
(he rides from texas with a ten gallon hat)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah is that your hat?
(he rides from texas with a ten gallon hat)
Yeah
Well I was walkin down the street
With my shinin badge
My spurs jinglin down at my feet
I seen a man a comin
Comin with a gun
And I just cant be beat
Well Im a long tall texan
I enforce justice for the law
(he rides from texas to enforce the law)
Well Im a long tall texan
I enforce justice for the law
(he rides from texas to enforce the law)
Well people look at me and say
Hurrah hurrah are you the law?
(he rides from texas to enforce the law)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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That Beating Of The Bush
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I have this 'thing' about honest and truth.
And those who become offended,
By declaring them too harsh to accept!
There has not been an experience I received,
I regretted with a wish to forget!
And those attempting to live their lives,
In pretense to deceive believing this is not deception...
Will always escape with excuses and alibis to make.
Charading as if...
No one recognizes,
Who is in masquerade.
And who amongst them fakes!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
An honesty and truth spoken,
From deceivers is rare.
Those who deceive perceive...
Those who are direct and honest,
Are insensitive and do not care!
With a sharing of this mentality...
To those empathetic,
In a keeping of delusions...
Spared from despair!
But I know I'm not the only one...
Who elects to see,
Dishonesty from all people get up and leave.
I can't be!
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
I'm not into,
The beating of the bush.
That beating of the bush.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Deluded By Images Of Correct Values
Feeling imprisoned,
With a mate sharing space...
And growing to hate,
Isn't a relationship...
That is blessed to discover,
Eventual bliss...
Interpretated as proper social etiquette.
However...
There are still many left,
Hanging onto idealistic visions.
Aging faster than dust can collect on typewriters.
And a gallon of gas remembered purchased,
At less than a buck.
With that dollar spent returning some cents.
And common sense?
Well...
Staying together for the sake of children,
Is not only a mistake.
It is a catastrophe that promises the function,
Of a long lasting life of dysfunction...
For any 'kid' enforced to live through this,
Without being emotionally affected.
And convinced to be of good behavior,
Means to be totally crazed...
These days!
Removed yourself from these situations,
For the sake of sanity.
Whatever to anyone 'that' should mean.
Perhaps being less obvious...
One drives a 'vehicle' without a full tank.
And getting home before being pushed,
To one's limit starts.
Whatever it takes,
To keep from being charged for domestic abuse...
Becomes an added issue to face disgracefully.
Dysfunctions of all kinds already represent,
A tolerance for ignorance.
And hypocrites deluded by images of correct values...
Seem to be behind the marketing to sell this sickness,
At higher the price we all eventually are 'taxed' to pay!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Inconvenienced and Drained
The other day I was shocked.
I actually observed someone open a wallet.
It had a ten dollar bill in it!
I was amazed.
Until I realized...
The person was there to purchase,
A gallon of gas.
A loaf of bread.
And a dozen of eggs.
I was there sniffing the fried chicken being made.
Fulfilling my wish for the day...
Before I hitch hiked my way home,
From the convenience store.
Observing those pretending to make sense...
As they were being inconvenienced,
And drained!
By a quality of life...
They make attempts to maintain.
With beliefs their standards are being threatened,
By those who envy them...
And their freedoms that are wished,
As a life those deprived desire to live!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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They think they can make fuel from horse manure - now, I don't know if your car will be able to get 30 miles to the gallon, but it's sure gonna put a stop to siphoning.
quote by Billie Holiday
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When Your Money (Is Worthless)
what are you going to do,
when your money is worthless?
when it wont buy anything?
not a loaf of bread,
not a jug of water...
not even a gallon of gas!
when you're left alone
in the dark, with no one
to count on by yourself,
with no friends,
no instant gratification...
what are you going to do?
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Participating In The Enjoyment Of Life
Few who come to know a pain that is endured,
Are not out campaigning to gain...
Sympathy votes.
Those who are actively participating,
In the enjoyment of life...
Have come to do it,
Without sharing their gripes...
To evilize all they come in contact.
And those that do this seem to delight,
When someone they have approached...
Has been left with a headache!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Will Hunt You Down
You need not ever worry.
Or express a moment of concern,
If I am going to return to you...
Anything that I have borrowed.
Or a dime from you that in my pockets,
Did a quick burn to turn to lint.
I will hunt you down!
With a paying of whatever it is,
You have given to give it right back.
And you can count on me to do just that!
Since I do not believe in taking and escaping...
To then become invisible.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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