Labor Day
Requiring something lovely on his arm
Took me to Stamford, Connecticut, a quasi-farm,
His family's; later picking up the mammoth
Girlfriend of Charlie, meanwhile trying to pawn me off
On some third guy also up for the weekend.
But Saturday we still were paired; spent
It sprawled across that sprawling acreage
Until the grass grew limp
with damp. Like me. Johnston-baby, I can still see
The pelted clover, burrs' prickle fur and gorged
Pastures spewing infinite tiny bells. You pimp.
poem by Louise Gluck
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Seven Day Weekend
See the girl in the cabriolet
Im gonna make her mine someday
The traffic stops and she steps out
Every man starts to scream and shout
Theres a space in the week
Its a date I can keep, oh yeah
Seven day, seven day, seven day
Its a seven day weekend
Seven day, seven day, seven day
Its a seven day weekend
See the girl in the pale peach dress
Shes got a body build to caress
Like a one-eyed cat
Outside a seafood store
Shes got me begging
More, more, more
Ive been saving and saving
And saving my money
To spend it on her
* seven day, seven day, seven day
Its a seven day weekend
Seven day (seven day)
Seven day (seven day) seven day
Its a seven day weekend
Seven day (seven day)
Seven day (seven day) seven day
Its a seven day weekend
(* repeat)
Seven day (saturday)
Seven day (every day) seven day
Its a seven day weekend
Seven day (seven day)
Seven day (seven day) seven day
Its a seven day weekend
Seven day (seven day)
Seven day (seven day) seven day
Its a seven day weekend
song performed by by Abc
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My Little Baby
my little baby sleeps tight
my little baby plays cheerfully in the green pastures
my little baby eat from her little bowl,
my little baby is so soft
my little baby you are so cute when you have cute little
blushes on your cheeks
my little baby when i touch your little hands they're so tender so tiny
my little baby when you grow up you are going to
be a young and beautiful individual
my little baby i love you the way you are
because you deserve the best
my little baby you are everything to me
and that's my little baby
poem by Mai See Lee
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The Bells Of Freedom
do the bells of freedom ring
every time someone dies of starvation?
every time a child is abused,
every time a woman's left alone
to raise the kids...
every time a young boy hangs himself,
every time an addict steals his fix...
every time a boy is shot dead in the street,
every time a mother weeps....
every time a boy goes off to war,
comes home in a bodybag....
and no one knows why.....
every time a family is evicted,
with nowhere to go....
every time a factory gets shut down,
and the workers walk away with empty
lunchboxes and shattered dreams.....
every time a minister gets up to pray,
and the silent, grieving, walk out...
every time a young girl gets beaten
by a pimp in a back room....
every time a family farm is taken,
every time a tanker leaks oil...
every time a prisoner is executed
for something he didnt do....
every time a protestor gets arrested
for standing up to be counted...
do they ring? and are they
the chimes of freedom....
or the bells of passing....
saying their final farewell!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Steppe
How lovely those journeys into quiet!
Boundless the steppe, like a seascape,
ants rustle, and the feather-grass sighs,
mosquitoes go whining through space.
The hayricks line up with the clouds,
volcano after volcano, they fade.
Grown silent, damp, the boundless steppe,
you drift, you’re buffeted, you sway.
The mist overtakes us, washes, a sea,
and burrs are clinging to stockings, today
it’s lovely to tramp the steppe’s shore,
you drift, you’re buffeted, you sway.
Is that a rick in the mist? Who knows?
Is that one ours? Yes, it’s found.
There! Yes, that’s it all right, though.
The rick, and the mist, and the steppe all round.
And the Milky Way slants towards Kerch,
like a path that cattle have stamped on.
Go past the houses, you’ll lose your breath,
on every side, broad, broad horizons.
Shadowy midnight stands by the way,
strewn with stars, that touch every verst,
and you can’t cross it, beyond the fence,
without trampling the universe.
When did the stars sweep down so low,
midnight sink so deep in tall grass,
and drenched muslin, afraid, aglow,
long for a dénouement at last?
Let the steppe judge, and night decide.
When, if not in the Beginning,
did Mosquitoes whine, Ants ride,
and Burrs go clinging to stockings?
Close them, my darling! Or go blind!
The whole steppe’s as before the Fall:
All, drowned in peace, like a parachute,
like a heaving vision, All.
poem by Boris Pasternak
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Seven Day Weekend
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven.
Mondays calling you too early when youre sound asleep
Bells are ringing by your bedside and out in the street
Usually mondays long enough, but this is just the start
Tuesdays just the same as monday without the surprising part
Wednesdays point of no return
When youve squandered all youve earned
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)
This is all Im thinking about as the days go by
Spend your life on holiday and even when I die
There could be but one inscription: this was not his day
If it isnt thursday anymore, it must be friday
I cant wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x2)
I cant wait until I maybe
Get off work and see my baby
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, seven day weekend. (x8)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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To reap the harvest
I haven’t felt pain when I pelted
But I feel pain when I am pelted.
At my old age I will be pelted
By those who by me have been pelted.
26.07.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
song performed by by Limp Bizkit
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Country Comes To Town
(toby keith)
Well the weatherman said it might storm today
I gotta hit the field
Gotta bail some hay
And I cant let it rain on my daddys farm
Til I get it all stacked up high in the barn
And Im gonna call my baby
Shes been waiting on me
She lives down town on sycamore street
And the wheels on the black top
A startin to whine
As I pass that oklahoma city limit sign
Im a hayseed
And a plow boy
Im a farm kid
And a cowboy
Im a roughneck
My daddy was a roughneck too
I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
Thats when country comes to town
Well her daddy said child you better let him be
Well I dont like him and he sire dont like me
Momma just says yall have a little fun
Aint doin nothing me and papa aint done
Open up the door to my pick-up truck
And my baby jumps in and she fires it up
And she gives me a kiss
As I crawl in
Weve been waiting all week for a weekend
Im a hayseed
And a plow boy
Im a farm kid
And a cowboy
Im a roughneck
My daddy was a roughneck too
I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
Thats when country comes to town
Yeah its true I run around with hillbilly girls
The weekend sits on my hillbilly world
You better be ready when the sun goes down
Cause thats when country comes to town
Here I come
song performed by by Toby Keith
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Intro: Shorty The Pimp
Standin on the corner, in a white godfather hat
He drives a long black gangsta cadillac
He can steal broads nine man, three or fo minutes
Its not how long you talk bruh, its what you put in it
Look out! for shorty the pimp!
Yeah
He walks with a limp!
Cool man
Shorty the pimp *echoes*
song performed by by Too Short
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Silent Weekend
by Bob Dylan
Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me
Silent weekend,
My baby she gave it to me.
She's actin' tough and hardy
She says it ain't my party
And she's leavin' me in misery.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
Silent weekend,
My baby she took me by surprise.
She's rockin' and a-reelin'
Head up to ceiling
An' swinging with some other guys.
Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I wish Monday would come.
Silent weekend,
Oh Lord, I sure wish Monday would come.
She's uppity, she's rollin',
She's in the groove, she's strolling
Over to the jukebox playin' deaf and dumb.
Well, I done a whole lotta thinkin' 'bout a whole lot of cheatin',
And I, maybe I did some just to please.
But I just walloped a lotta pizza after makin' our peace,
Puts ya down on bended knees.
Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
Silent weekend,
Man alive, I'm burnin' up on my brain.
She knows when I'm just teasin'
But it's not likely in the season
To open up a passenger train.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Luck
I sought a four-leaved clover,—
The grass was gemmed with dew,—
I searched the meadow over
To find a four-leaved clover;
I was a lucky rover,—
You sought the charm-grass, too,
And seeking luck and clover
I found it—finding you.
poem by Abbie Farwell Brown from The New England Magazine / Volume 15, Issue 3 (1893)
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Girlfriend
I REMEMBER THE VERY FIRST TIME YOU WERE THE PICTURE OF LOVE IN MY EYES YOU AND ME GIRL HOLD HANDS PLEASE BE MY LADY WON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I NEED A GIRLFRIEND AND I NEED HER RIGHT NOW HUGGING KISSING HOLDING YOU TIGHT NEVER LETTING GO I NEED A GIRLFRIEND AND I NEED HER RIGHT NOW CAN I CALL YOU WOULD THAT BE ALRIGHT MAYBE FRIDAY OR SATURDAY NIGHT OH GIRL I THINK OF YOU ALL THE TIME CAUSE YOU THAT I NEED AND YOUR ALWAYS ON MY MIND I NEED A GIRKFRIENDAND I NEED HER RIGHT NOW HUGGING KISSING HOLDING YOU TIGHT NEVER LETTING GO I NEED A GIRL FRIEND AND I NEED HER RIGHT NOW I NEED A GIRL WHO FEELS LIKE I DO COULD IT BE YOU SO PLEASE TELL ME GOT TO HGAVE YOUR LOVE AW BABY HUGGING KISSING HOLDING YOU TIGHT NEVER LETTING GO I NEED A GIRLFRIEND I NEED A GIRLFIEND I NEED A GIRLFRIEND NA NA NA NANA NA WO NA NA NA NANA NA I NEED A GIRLFRIEND
song performed by by New Edition
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Baby Boy
Time Well Spent
See tiny fingers and tiny toes,
Bright baby eyes, cute baby nose;
Hear baby gurgles and baby sighs,
As Mom and Dad sing lullabies.
Life is changed, but that's okay;
It's fun to spend glad hours each day,
Taking time for all the good
That comes along with parenthood
poem by Charlotte Hubbert
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Snowdrops
Have you heard the Snowdrops ringing
Their bells to themselves?
Smaller and whiter than the singing
Of any fairy elves
Who follow Mab their Queen
When she is winging
On a moth across the night
And calls them all
With a far-twinkling call
Like the tiniest ray of tiniest starlight
That ever was seen?
Far and near, high and low,
Don't you hear the little bells go?
Not in the big winds that blow
The roaring beeches to and fro,
Not in the lower rivers
Of the breeze
Below the trees,
When the stiff bracken shines,
And the thin bent quivers,
And the limp green waves to and fro,
You shall hear the little bells go,
But in the jets and rivulets
That sputter from the melting snows
When against the mighty bole
Of a beech they dash and swirl
And twist and twirl,
The licking leaves throw
A thousand airy drops invisible
Down the strong perpendicular
To where the snowdrops are;
Tiny drops that fall and meet,
And swift and sweet
Run dim viewless course of fitful force,
Like an airy waterfall
You shall hear the little bells go
All the tiny snowbells swinging,
Tiny chauntlets high and low.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Santo Domingo Saturday Night
So this is Santo Domingo Saturday Night
A taxi driver talking about whores
A girlfriend without a car
A girlfriend with a husband
A girlfriend that tells you
'The problem with the threesome
you don't want one on one no more'
A mutilated man by fire watching over a car you don't own
In the sky some lights
fireworks for someone's birthday
And in my mind
a waterfall where two goldfish swim
I will
find a city
findmyselfacitytolivein
poem by Juan dicent
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Pimpin' Ain't Easy
[ice-t]
Godfather's in the house..
Grab yo' bitches
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 4x)
Take a look at me, everything i own's iced out
Pimp baby, you can see my wrists with the lights out
This is how i do it, mad bitches and clothes
Godfather baby, only play to my rogues
Step back, hater make a little room for my hoes
Gators on my feet, take a look at my toes
Money is the reason all the real players know that
Godfather lays punks to rest
He got no chance up against the best
I rocks in the east and i rolls in the west
If you don't dig the pimpin i could really care less
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
G-o-d, f-a-t-h-e-r
Hoes start runnin when they see my car
Even though i'ma pro wrestling star
They know i, don't play and i gotta get paid
Everything i wear baby's tailor made
I come into your town and go off like a grenade
And anyone who steps on the mat they get laid
Let me pimp or let me die that's the game i chose
Condos, speedboats, and beautiful hoes
Cartier wristwear, furs and gold
And mad cash baby too much to fold
Cause it's, pimp or die, pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Godfather's in the house, bitch!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy..
Break yourself bitch!
..
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't - pimp or die baby
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Grab yo bitches!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 3x)
Big pimpin jumpin off!
Pimpin ain't pimpin ain't easy man (repeat 5x)
Grab yo bitches!
song performed by by Ice T
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Hurricane Cindy
What's that piece of ass i see walking over here?
What's that piece of ass to me, who is she standing near?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Hold me close and never let me go
All my life i've wanted you to know
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotion inside me
They go rolling inside me
Put it on the stereo and play
All my life i've wanted you to say
A few things 'bout me
I feel beautiful today
Lovely, beautiful
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
Saturday, saturday, what's on the heel?
Saturday, saturday, saturday, saturday
What's on the heel, what's on the heel?
And when i walk on a cyclone
You should see it get rolling
Over my heart and emotions inside me
They go rolling inside me
And when i walk it's a riot
You should see the commotion
A hundred people drowning in oceans inside me
They go rolling inside me
Inside me
Inside me
"that's for cindy crawford.
song performed by by Liz Phair
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A little Flower
A flower grew out of the ground
A tiny flower from the dirt
A tiny living soul from underground
A baby crawling from the dirt
A little innocence of wild color
A tiny spark of hope
A tiny pleasure free of charge
A flower that i called my own
A little baby ran towards it
A tiny flower crushed beneath the feet
A little human innocence
A little bliss destroyed by ignorance
A little flower dead on the ground
A little baby jumping up and down
And only me from my own window, witnessed the death of my own flower beneath the feet of blissful child without idea of his first crime...
poem by Dmitriy Kokarev
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If I Was Your Girlfriend
(by Prince)
Look at the bargains over here, ladies... If I was your girlfriend
Would U remember
2 tell me all the things U forgot when I was your man?
When I was your man If I was your best friend
Would U let me take care of U
And do all the things that only a best friend can
Only best friends can If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend If I was your girlfriend
Would U let me dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out Not that you're helpless
But sometime, sometime
Those are the things that bein' in love's about If I was your one and only friend
Would U run 2 me if somebody hurt U
Even if that somebody was me? (Even if that somebody was me?) Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be
Please If I was your girlfriend
If I was your girlfriend Would U let me wash your hair
Could I make U breakfast sometime
Or then, could we just hang out, I mean
Could we go 2 a movie and cry together
Cuz 2 me baby that would be so fine (That would be so fine) (If I was your girlfriend)
Baby can I dress U
I mean, help U pick out your clothes
Before we go out
(If I was your girlfriend)
Listen girl, I ain't sayin you're helpless
But sometime, sometime
Those are the things that bein' in love's about (Sugar) Sugar do U know what I'm saying 2 U this evening? (Sugar)
Maybe U think I'm being a little self-centered (If I was your girlfriend)
But I, I said I want 2 be (Sugar)
All of the things U are 2 me (Sugar) (If I was your girlfriend)
Surely, surely U can see Is it really necessary 4 me 2 go out of the room
Just because U wanna undress? (If I was your girlfriend)
We don't have 2 make children 2 make love
And we don't have 2 make love 2 have an orgasm (If I was your girlfriend) Your body's what I'm all about (If I was your girlfriend)
Can I see it?
I'll show U (If I was your girlfriend)
Why not?
U can do it because I'm your friend
I'll do it 4 U
Of course I'll undress in front of U! (If I was your girlfriend)
And when I'm naked, what shall I do?
How can I make U see that it's cool? (If I was your girlfriend)
Can't U just trust me?
If I was your girlfriend U could (If I was your girlfriend)
Oh, yeah, I think so
Listen, 4 U naked I would dance a ballet (If I was your girlfriend)
Would that get U off?
Then tell me what will!
If I was your girlfriend, would U tell me? (If I was your girlfriend)
Would U let me see U naked then?
Would U let me give U a bath?
Would U let me tickle U so hard U'd laugh and laugh (If I was your girlfriend)
And would U, would U let me kiss U there (If I was your girlfriend)
You know down there where it counts (If I was your girlfriend)
I'll do it so good I swear I'll drink every ounce
And then I'll hold U tight and hold U long (If I was your girlfriend) And together we'll stare into silence
And we'll try 2 imagine what it looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what, what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try 2 imagine what silence looks like
Yeah, we'll try...
song performed by by Eels
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Time Is A Revealer
that early morning when the dews
are pearls on the leaves
you appear
as a lovely brown woman with tight skin
too naive even for a white rose
more innocent than twilight
i was speechless like the grass
i was sprawled and all of me looked up
the coming of the skies
the sun comes up like a chariot of fire
that is how they name what god was there
i am amazed with what is going on
someone is riding on a horse and charging
someone is taken away but not crying
someone says, well, this is nothing but a circus
there is no abduction since the beloved was too willing
to be taken as a hostage of ecstasy
then there is the time for surrender
the white rose wilted and all its petals lay crushed on the grass
i was the grass sprawled on the sun
the skies all shut
the chariot pass that way and the horses fade like a mirage
then you lay there alone
your skin too loose, in fact, hanging on your bones
your teeth are no longer white as pearls
no dews on your lips
you are alone now and you wish for death
meanwhile, there is only darkness there is so much silence
my heart so empty my mouth utters a word
how can i ever forget your name
you too fade like time like a betrayal
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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