Winning Is Knowing
Sometimes winning
Is knowing
When defeat
Is unavoidable!
Avoiding defeat,
Is a game for losers.
And losers seldom win!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Women Is Losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers.
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I said, if they told you that they want you
Say they come around and wind up your door.
Whoa i say now, if they don't desert you,
They'll leave you and never be here for more!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!
I said i know you must have heard it all,
Lord, everywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
I say they wear a nice shiny armor
Until there is a dragon for to slay.
Now baby,
Course with men beggin' to pay 'em
I'll say they're bound to run away, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
I said, i know you must have heard it all
Lord, ev'rywhere
Men almost seem to end up on top, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord,
Well, i know you must have heard it all,
Men always seem to end up on top.
Oh yeah, they'll use you and confuse you
They'll leave you when no one has thought to play.
They might say to watch out after your conduct
Why the hell there ain't another way, oh!
Women is losers
Women is losers
Women is losers, lord, lord, lord, lord!!!!!!
So now i know you must have heard it all,
Ev'rywhere
Men always seem to end up on top.
song performed by by Janis Joplin
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Even The Losers
Well, it was nearly all summer we sat on your roof
Yeah, we smoked cigarettes and we stared at the moon
And Id show you stars you never could see
Baby, it couldnt have been that easy to forget about me
Baby, time meant n othing, anything seemed real
Yeah, you could kiss like fire and you made me feel
Like every word you said was meant to be
No, it couldnt have been that easy to forget about me
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the lo sers keep a little bit of pride
They get lucky sometimes
Two cars parked on the overpass,
Rocks hit the water like broken glass
I should have known right then it was too good to last
God, its such a drag when youre livin in the past
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers keep a little bit of pride
They get lucky sometimes
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers keep a little bit of pride
Yeah, they get lucky sometimes
Baby, even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
Even the losers get lucky sometimes
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Post Grand Final Day
For the winners many weeks of hip hip hooray
And the feeling of joy with their fans months does stay
But for one to win one must lose as some do say
And for the losers only sadness post Grand Final Day.
And since winning is what only does seem to count
Gallant in defeat to little does seem to amount
The joy in victory is always sweet
There is never any glory in defeat.
Those uninterested in sports say football is just a game
That who wins or who loses life goes on the same
But those who support football clubs never see it that way
They do get quite excited watching their team play.
To play in a Grand Final is many a boy's dream
And be a champion player in a Premiership Team
But on post Grand Final day only the winners celebrate
And for their victory their fans say 'twas well worth the wait.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Winners Are Always The Heroes
The winners are always the heroes in life it is always this way
The losers are quickly forgotten though a fine and sporting
game they did play
'Tis only a sport it may well seem where people chase after a ball
But many take football quite seriously though 'tis only a game after all,
The winners are always the heroes and that's how it always will be
The fans of the winners are singing rejoicing in their victory
Life and sports are akin in many ways though some may say 'tis only a game
The winners get all of the applause and the winners can bask in their fame,
The winners are always the heroes and the winners get all of the praise
And always only to the winners the toasters their toasting glasses raise
The losers are quickly forgotten though some must lose for some to win
Yet some look on losing as shameful to them there is no greater sin,
In life as in sport the poor losers are the people the masses ignore
And in football the really big hero is the one who kicks the winning score.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Human Life Can Be Much
Human life can be much like a game of football
The winners we only do wish to recall
The hero as usual kicks the winning score
Tell us something new we have heard it before
For the winner the glory and that says it all
The winner the proud one the winner walks tall
The taste of success it is always so sweet
Whilst only bitterness in the taste of defeat
Even the gallant loser we tend to ignore
For him or her there is never an encore
The winners have earned their right for to boast
And 'tis only to them that we do drink a toast
Human life can be much like a game of football
For those known as losers life's not good at all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Finders Keepers
I kicked out of the surf
And stuck my board in the sand
And then up in my woody
To a hamburger stand
And when I got back
My nine five board was gone
She said yeah she said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
I saw a hodaddy
Paddlin out by the pier
Well he musta got my board
cause mine isnt here
But I know how to fix him
Ill just raise that meatball flag
He said yeah he said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
He took off on a swell
When he saw the flag
Hes just a crazy hodaddy
Pullin some kind of gag
He went over the falls
And now my boards
Coming back to me
I said yes I said
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
(losers weepers)
Losers weepers
(finders keepers)
Finders keepers
Finders keepers
Losers weepers
(thatll teach him to mess with my board
Next pass next time...)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Freedom Without Love
freedom without love;
you're playing only half the game
kiss the stars above,
but only if they come in range.
freedom without love;
the losers can't come up with smiles
so leave them a few crumbs;
defeat stings but a little while.
freedom without love;
you loan your body out to night,
and someone will show up:
although the goal's well out of sight.
poem by Patti Masterman
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Defeating...That Beast
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
Think about the distance you've come,
Defeating...the beast.
Think about your decision not to run,
Away...from the beast.
Think about those knees on the ground,
Weeping for the beast.
Think about the dirt you ate,
Fed...by the beast.
Think about celebrating...
Those days ahead awaiting!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
No longer the martyr,
Defeating...that beast.
Get up...and strut about.
You've defeated...that beast.
Let those words come out of your mouth,
'I've defeated...that beast! '
Let the people see and believe it,
You've defeated...that beast.
Whoop...and hollar about,
'I've defeated...and done feeding it!
That beast is outta my house.'
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat,
That beast that's come to be.
You've become...to defeat it!
You've begun...to defeat it!
More than a piece of cake!
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
More than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
Gone and eliminated.
Defeating...that beast.
Much more than a piece of cake.
Defeating...that beast.
But gone and eliminated.
That beatened up beast to beat!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Sports As In Life
The town decorated in the colours of the local football club for the weekend's big game
Suppose in sports as in life it is all about winning and fame
The local footballers are playing for renown
For the fans and love of self glory and love of the Hometown
And for love of the club colours they proudly do wear
The very thought of losing even seems hard to bear
To the uninterested 'tis just another game of football
But in sports as in life the winners seem to take all
Of the admiration and fame and of singing their praises their fans never tire
And even gallant losers so few seem to admire
To be graceful in defeat to little does amount
In sports as in life only winners seem to count
At the weekend they play for the trophy and their self glory and sporting renown
And for their sporting succes hungry fans and for love of their Hometown.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Caras Castle
If you ever come to our town
On a carousel crusade
And youre tired of fighting windmills with a nail
Cross the fence and join the dragons
Who have never made the grade
Caras castle and the keepers of a most unholy grail.
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
Theres a clock upon the mantle
But its hands forget the time
And the windows turn their backs upon the day
And the people in the shadows
Could be all lost friends of mine
Caras courtiers need no light c need no light to lose their way
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
From the end to the beginning
Crippled minds retrace the steps
From the burial to the birth they do retreat
Wonderin where and when and why
Their souls were slaughtered while they slept
Caras courtiers know no victory c know no victory just defeat
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
One by one the battered soldiers
Go slowly cross the moat
One by one they seek new castles somewhere else
With their crutches and the cravens
And I wonder is there hope
Is there hope for caras courtiers c and the wars against themselves
Oh cara, queen of the losers, ruler of the weak
Give the poet what he chooses till hes too dumb to speak
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Prioritized Neccessity
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
Some have done this without hesitating,
They are glad they have done this and quick.
Uncouth the booting to losers who have shown,
The booting to them done...
Has been deserved with their earning every bit of it.
Uncouth the booting to losers done.
With an anger meant to be.
Uncouth the booting by those abused,
Who have chosen the kicking to the curb,
Of those booted losers...
As a deed doing done a prioritized neccessity.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Winners & Losers
Pop/Jones
Winners and losers which one am I,
is it the same under the sky?
black motorcycles and the will to survive
losers and winners low and high
in this glass and wire world
surely leeches gain the right
to send their message screaming
one that has no meaning
to people who feel
questions and questions plain as your nose
but who would believe a little rose?
winners and losers in love with themselves
no santa claus no happy elves
in this smoking gun existence
it gets harder to unwind
i'll just eat my breakfast
try to keep my questions
starving all night
out in the suburbs i met
my true fine love
down in the suburbs i met
my true fine love
she gave me money
she gave me head
she gave my everything
and then she went dead
stick out your thumb
and hit the open road
cat in a mercedes
goes by, he's old
he's got some, you got none
together maybe you can have
some fun-winners and losers
gentlemen boozers
winners and losers
roll roll roll roll
roll your money down
rock rock rock rock
takln' over this town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Winners & Losers
Pop/jones
Winners and losers which one am i,
Is it the same under the sky?
Black motorcycles and the will to survive
Losers and winners low and high
In this glass and wire world
Surely leeches gain the right
To send their message screaming
One that has no meaning
To people who feel
Questions and questions plain as your nose
But who would believe a little rose?
Winners and losers in love with themselves
No santa claus no happy elves
In this smoking gun existence
It gets harder to unwind
I'll just eat my breakfast
Try to keep my questions
Starving all night
Out in the suburbs i met
My true fine love
Down in the suburbs i met
My true fine love
She gave me money
She gave me head
She gave my everything
And then she went dead
Stick out your thumb
And hit the open road
Cat in a mercedes
Goes by, he's old
He's got some, you got none
Together maybe you can have
Some fun-winners and losers
Gentlemen boozers
Winners and losers
Roll roll roll roll
Roll your money down
Rock rock rock rock
Takln' over this town
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Only Game In Town
Spectators line the avenue
The players step out right on cue
And every night just seems the same
Nameless faces play their game
The midnight gamblers place their bets
The tight-rope walkers check their nets
Then comes the queen of broken hearts
This is the way it always starts
Finders find love for the evening
Keepers keep the love theyve found
Losers lose and wind up weeping
But its the only game in town
All hail the third string debutante
She tries to act so nonchalant
Chasin the prince of alibis
Into a smokescreen made of lies
Finders find love for the evening
Keepers keep the love theyve found
Losers lose and wind up weeping
But its the only game in town
My window looks down on the set
Each night the players strut and fret
So if youd like to join the rest
Just choose the part that suits you best
Finders find love for the evening
Keepers keep the love theyve found
Losers lose and wind up weeping
But its the only game in town
song performed by by America
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Boom, crush. Night, losers. Winning, duh.
quote by Charlie Sheen
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What Does It Take For Reality To Be Embraced?
What is it that goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed?
By the telling of lies and demeaning them,
With stereotypical jokes that seem to continue with no end?
Those old jokes told,
That have rusted against their peeling picket fences.
Delusion!
A delusion kept that their inept perceptions,
Will stay effective with sustained false depth.
And their ability to squeeze the economy,
To have those on their knees and pleading...
With a begging of them to forgive them of 'sins'.
As if they have been annointed as 'chosen' deities.
Worshipped by those suppressed as they believe.
What goes on in the minds of those,
Who choose an agenda...
To defeat the ones they have historically opposed,
By the telling of lies and demeaning them...
With stereotypical jokes?
Delusion!
And what awakens to stun the ones,
To snap out of their spells they've kept so well?
Reality!
And what does it take for reality to be embraced?
A truth that survives that no one can deny.
Once superficiality diminishes from those whose eyes,
Have been cleared and freed from all deceptions.
With trauma to face as a reception!
After inspecting their standards once valued demolished.
'Say what you will.
But a winning was not done with a mandate! '
I agree.
However...
Few losers are heard cheering,
Because they 'almost' defeated that which was opposed.
Or observed snuggling together...
With smiles a mile wide and gratified with eyes closed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Killing innocent people by surprise is not called "a thousand points of light." But, as frightening as terrorism is, it's the weapon of losers. The minute somebody sets off a suicide bomb, you can be sure that person doesn't have "career prospects." And no matter how horrendous a terrorist attack is, it's still conducted by losers.
quote by P.J. O'Rourke
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Crying Game
1st verse:
I think that I have played this game before
Its been a little while
So Im not that sure
Maybe they changed the box a bit
Put a few more pieces inside of it
The names have changed to ones
Im not familiar with
But I know its the same game
Although the faces change
It must be cause it plays the same
First up and down and then the bang
This is the one because I recognize the pain
Pre-chorus 1:
At the end
I dont win again
Chorus:
Crying game who wants to play
When all there are are losers
And if you choose it youll always lose it
The crying game who wants to play
The crying game
When all there are are losers
Glimpse of the sun , eternal rain
The crying game
All it brings is pain
2nd verse
Thought I would have learned my lesson then
Back when I was young and we were more like friends
Though my heart still felt the pain from then
Sure enough I let you back again
Will I allow myself to let this cycle end
And I have no one to blame
I guess cupid lost his aim
Must have hit me in my leg again
My knees got weak and I begin
To persuade myself to be the one to love again
Pre chorus 2:
I cant bare
That you wont care anymore
Bridge:
Free me from all my dark despair
Grant me three wishes so I can be anywhere but here
Storms of life evacuate my heart
Because the lessons you teach with the people I meet
Are tearing me apart
(chorus)
song performed by by One Voice
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Big Mal
This saturday his team were defeated and after the game in the pub
Big Mal was not in the mood for talking or singing the anthem of his club
Beaten by a point in a thriller but he does not take pride in an honourable defeat
To him victory only matter and winning to him always sweet.
Big Mal he has never played football though football plays a huge part in his life
The football team he supports to him as important as his young son or his beautiful wife
When his team as he calls them win he feels happy but losses he finds hard to take
But after each win he feels happy what a difference a victory can make.
Big Mal is a likeable fellow and so much about him to like
He does not drive his car when he's drinking he cycles to and from the pub on his pushbike
He says I need my driver's licence for work and at the weekend to watch my team play
My wife and son and my football team to me most important he say.
This saturday his team were the losers and Big Mal not happy at all
He feels sad on such an occasion and he never talks of football
But he has next weekend to look forward to and next saturday and sunday night
A win in the pub he may be celebrating and laughing aloud in delight.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Defeat
Defeat
Will kill you
If you let it
It is the No
Before you even try
A nagging fear
You can't let go
So you just sit there
And like baby -cry!
Defeat is a ghost
Fleeting mist that is not
You never count the cost
To fight it you work
On all that you got
Knock it off
Give it the best shot
Crush it on your feet
Defeat.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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