Pick Up That Broom and Sweep, Boy
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
Nobody's peepin' on the way you sweep.
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
And you wont sleep,
If you don't eat.
So I suggest get off your seat...
Grab that broom and commence to sweepin'
Pick up that broom and sweep, boy.
If you wanna eat.
You gotta get sweepin
And if you don't sweep,
You ain't going to sleep.
So don't try sneakin' tippy toe on your feet,
Across this floor because it creaks.
And when that happens...
My dog Pete,
Will do his best to sink his teeth.
Right into your funky meat.
And you'll go screamin down the street.
And I'll report you to the police.
Who will bring you back here...
Once again until you sweep.
And it you don't do it,
You'll join those who've been deleted!
'You better pick up that broom,
And sweep, boy! '
~I gotcha 'boy' ol'man! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Am Not Your Broom
Now broom, you must now sweep for me
The dust it fills my room
No, john, I will not sweep for you
For I am not your broom
What nonsense are you speaking, broom
My words you must obey
Another life awaits me and
Im leaving you today
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
Ive had enough, Im throwing off
My chains of servitude
I am not your broom
I am not your broom
No longer must I sweep for you
For I am not your broom
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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A Happy Ending
i cannot always be a new
broom that must sweep well
your old floors
please take note of this
i cannot always be your new
broom that must sweep well
your garbage floors
please take note of this
time will make me an old broom
and you my dirty and old floor
overladen with scratch papers and
pens with dried inks and litters
and crumpled newspapers and torn
fashion pages scattered on your rough
floors,
time makes me a old, dirty broom
and now, ruined and stained, we shall
stay together, we now belong to each
other
please take note of this happy ending.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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New broom sweep clean, but de ole broom know de corner.
Sweep the house with a broom in may and you'll sweep the luck of the house away.
Packing Blankets
Today is a lovely day
Start up the car with the sun
Packing blankets and dirty sheets
A roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
All the troubles you and I have seen
Cross when the drawbridge light is green
Dont look back to that messed-up scene
Packing blankets and dirty sheets
A roomful of dust and a broom to sweep up
All the troubles you and I have seen
And all our troubles will be gone
Blowing out over the bridge
Floating up into the sky
Making the storm clouds cry
Put out that smoke and breath some air
Get a new name and cut your hair
song performed by by Eels
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I Oh I
Even if I have to sweep the streets...
I wanna be the one,
To do that for you.
Even if I don't appear that neat...
I wanna be the one,
You rush to speak to.
I oh I...
Gotta be the one you need.
And I oh I...
Gotta be the one you see,
Could share with you eternity!
Even if I can not sleep a wink...
I wanna be the one,
You wake from sleep to.
Even if that leaves me feeling weak...
I'd rather stay that way,
To show my heart is true.
I oh I...
Gotta be the one you need.
And I oh I...
Gotta be the one you see,
Could share with you eternity!
Oh I,
Know why...
Only you do this to me.
And I oh I...
Wanna share with you my destiny,
Forever eternally.
Oh I oh I...
Gotta be the one you need.
And I oh I...
Gotta be the one you see,
Could share with you eternity!
No 'maybe' it's gonna be!
Even if I have to sweep the streets...
I wanna be the one,
To do that for you.
Even if I don't appear that neat...
I wanna be the one,
You rush to speak to.
Oh I oh I...
Gotta be the one you need.
And I oh I...
Gotta be the one you see,
Could share with you eternity!
Forever just you and me!
In a world we make,
For us complete.
Even If I have to stay...
Awake!
Each day.
Whatever it takes I'm willing to go,
That way.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweep Away Your Own Debris
So clear you were not here,
When the trenches were dug.
And when the heat appeared,
Not a dropp of sweat...
Came from your brow.
And you expect my attention,
To listen to your delayed intentions!
And you expect my time to mention this...
Now?
Too much of what you have,
And take for granted...
Has been made easy for you to judge.
Including my activities.
But in my life,
What you say and offer...
Has not been made my priority.
Not to influence me to budge!
Your seriousness is elementary to me.
And there is something to be said,
About those who toiled from the old school!
Who learned to use their minds...
And not toys to use as tools to advance fools.
My path has never been paved,
With options.
Nor was it ever paved before time to it I gave.
And any options appearing,
Are those I made!
You show up to discuss,
How I should approach 'my' adventure.
When you display no ambition...
To pick up a broom,
And sweep away your own debris!
That's why I prefer you not to be around me.
To distract with aspects of your own insecurities.
Don't attempt to use my energy.
Sweep away your own debris!
Sweep away your own debris!
Or go elsewhere to play.
Just get away from around me.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Brooms Witches And Mothers
Witches have broom's
When i a child
Mother's had broom's
Mother's ran with broom's
Mother's ran fast with broom's
I was a very swift boy
I had to run from many broom's
Sometimes mother would strike with broom
Therefore throwing herself of balance
As i ran i would laugh
Like a kookaburra
She would become a angry mother with broom
She would call for me to stop running
So she could give me her broom
I would keep running
For i did not like broom's
Witches like broom's
Mother's like broom's
poem by Allan James Saywell
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a metaphor for Lent
get the broom
and the duster and the
trashcan
my dear,
it is time to sweep
and clean our rooms....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Broom Poem
a history of the broom
a short one, or long
will see us down on the floors
in the streets and the corners;
a little excursion to the theaters
of farce and wayward husbands
beaten by outraged wives;
and if we included this poem
in this sweep of history
I hope a poem with a broom
does not fire the same ignorance
as beliefs did
conjuring women with brooms
supposed witches who flew in the sky…
you burned them, remember?
and you would again, given half the chance
poem by Raj Arumugam
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That is 'My' Child
You think...
Just because you've got a job,
You can mope around your home...
As if you were paid to be a slob?
Not true.
Contribute 'something' useful,
To prove.
You wont was a dish.
Or use a broom to sweep.
Or mop a floor to keep it clean.
But you make excuses,
To hip-hop, rap and body bop.
As if to exist to do this...
Is enough to show you are on the scene.
I wish that I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish I were your daddy!
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
Oh how I WISH,
I were your daddy!
You wouldn't laugh or dismiss me.
I wish with me you 'would' ball your fist.
You would do more than sleep and eat.
Then with disrespect...
Do as you please.
'Excuse me!
That is 'my' child.
And I do all the discipling here.
You and I are just dating.
And let me make that perfectly clear.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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There was an old Lady of Winchelsea,
Who said, 'If you needle or pin shall see
On the floor of my room,
Sweep it up with the broom!'
- That exhaustive old Lady of Winchelsea!
quote by by Edward Lear
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The Broom, the Shovel, the Poker and the Tongs
The Broom and the Shovel, the Poker and Tongs,
They all took a drive in the Park,
and they each sang a song, Ding-a-dong, Ding-a-dong,
Before they went back in the dark.
Mr Poker he sate quite upright in the coach,
Mr Tongs made a clatter and clash,
Miss Shovel was dressed all in black (with a brooch),
Mrs Broom was in blue (with a sash).
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
And they all sang a song!
'O Shovely so lovely!' the Poker he sang,
'You have perfectly conquered my heart!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong! If you're pleased with my song,
I will feed you with cold apple tart!
When you scrape up the coals with a delicate sound,
You enrapture my life with delight!
Your nose is so shiny! your head is so round!
And your shape is so slender and bright!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
Ain't you pleased with my song?'
'Alas! Mrs Broom!' sighed the Tongs in his song,
'O is it because I'm so thin,
And my legs are so long - Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
That you don't care about me a pin?
Ah! fairest of creatures, when sweeping the room,
Ah! why don't you heed my complaint!
Must you needs be so cruel, you beautiful Broom,
Because you are covered with paint!
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
You are certainly wrong!'
Mrs Broom and Miss Shovel together they sang,
'What nonsense you're singing today!'
Said the Shovel, 'I'll certainly hit you a bang!'
Said the Broom, 'And I'll sweep you away!'
So the Coachman drove homeward as fast as he could,
Perceiving their anger with pain;
But they put on the kettle, and little by little,
They all became happy again.
Ding-a-dong! Ding-a-dong!
There's an end of my song!
poem by Edward Lear
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We'll Sweep Out The Ashes In The Morning
(Joyce Allsup)
Emmylou Harris & Barry Tashlin
We know it's wrong to let this fire burn between us
We've got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So we'll let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
We're two people caught up in the flame that has to die down soon
I didn't mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight we'll let the fire burn on
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
--- Instrumental ---
Each time when we meet we both agree that it's for the last time
But out of your arms I'm out of my mind
So we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes in the morning.
Yes, we'll taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And we'll sweep out the ashes we'll sweep out the ashes
We'll sweep out the ashes in the morning...
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Sweep before your own door first before you sweep before the doorsteps of your neighbors.
Sweep first before your own door, before you sweep the doorsteps of your neighbors.
Sweep before your own door before you sweep before others.
Procedure
Procedure, pad, rod, rode, deep, reed, deer, pod, core;
The bittern and the pools of water!
But sweep it with the love of your broom.
Procedure, cure, pure, due, peer, pore, ore, dupe, duo;
And like your forehead exposed to the public!
But try to do the right things always in life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Well Sweep Out The Ashes
(joyce allsup)
We know its wrong to let this fire burn between us
Weve got to stop this wild desire in you and in me
So well let the flame burn once again until the thrill is gone
Then well sweep out the ashes in the morning
Were two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didnt mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight well let the fire burn on
And well sweep out the ashes in the morning
Each time when we meet we both agree that its for the last time
But out of your arms Im out of my mind
So well taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And well sweep out the ashes in the morning
Were two people caught up in the flame that has to die out soon
I didnt mean to start this fire and neither did you
So tonight when you hold me tight well let the fire burn on
And well sweep out the ashes in the morning
Yes well taste the thrill of stolen love tonight until the dawning
And well sweep out the ashes
Well sweep out the ashes
Well sweep out the ashes in the morning
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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Magician - Internally
Magician, magician
Take me upon your wings, and
Gently roll the clouds away
Im sorry, so sorry
I have no incantations
Only words to help sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want to count to five
Turn around and find myself gone
Fly through the storm
And wake up in the calm
Release me from this body
From this bulk that moves beside me
Let me leave this body far away
Im sick of looking at me
I hate this painful body
That disease has slowly worm away
Magician take my spirit
Inside Im young and vital
Inside Im alive, please take me away
So many things to do, its too early
For my life to be ending
For this body, to simply rot away
I want some magic to keep me alive
I want a miracle, I dont want to die
Im afraid that if I go to sleep Ill never wake
Ill no longer exist
Ill close my eyes and disappear
And float into the mist
Somebody, please hear me
My hand cant hold a cup of coffee
My fingers are weak, things just fall away
Inside Im young and pretty
Too many things unfinished
My very breath taken away
Doctor youre no magician
And I am no believer
I need more than faith can give me now
I want to believe in miracles
Not just belief in numbers
I need some magic to take me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
I want some magic to sweep me away
Visit on this starlit night
Replace the stars the moon the light, the suns gone
Fly me through this storm
And wake up in the calm
I fly right through this storm
And I wake, up, in, the, calm
song performed by by Lou Reed
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