Bubble gum pavements
City pigeons make street art under bridges
A Jackson Pollock, something organic.
It could be Mural 1950s and look—here?
A bubble-gum pavement is this urban street art.
The pointillist canvas does it mimic the universe
And all that's still, to ‘comet' through there…?
I love all kinds of art but a dead carcass.
In formaldehyde stretches that to the limit.
I'd rather see some burnt-out Wreckage!
A car, where no-one got hurt or died.
I'd rather see pigeon excrement's…
Than a human anatomy, artist:
Using, someone's once living flesh and bone
I'd rather see bubble-gum pavements.
Than; this great new modernistic art of nothing at all…
poem by Mark Heathcote
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A Bubble In My Heart...!
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that floats
Like it is made out of soap
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that dance
Like it is riding on the breeze
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that sings
Like it knows how to sing
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that roams
Out of my heart in to the storms
A bubble a bubble in my heart
A bubble a bubble that fills my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
Baby can you see that
Yeah the bubble in my heart
There's a bubble in my heart
A bubble that shines
Much more than sunshine
A bubble a bubble in my heart
Yeah baby, there is a bubble, a bubble in my heart....!
poem by Rowving Smith
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Dead End Street
Theres a crack up in the ceiling,
And the kitchen sink is leaking.
Out of work and got no money,
A sunday joint of bread and honey.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No money coming in,
The rent collectors knocking, trying to get in.
We are strictly second class,
We dont understand,
(dead end!)
Why we should be on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are living on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
On a cold and frosty morning,
Wipe my eyes and stop me yawning.
And my feet are nearly frozen,
Boil the tea and put some toast on.
What are we living for?
Two-roomed apartment on the second floor.
No chance to emigrate,
Im deep in debt and now its much too late.
We both want to work so hard,
We cant get the chance,
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
(dead end!)
People live on dead end street.
(dead end!)
People are dying on dead end street.
(dead end!)
Gonna die on dead end street.
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Head to my feet (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Hows it feel? (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
Dead end street (yeah)
song performed by by Kinks
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Back To Nothing
you are a small bubble
living inside
a big bubble like the small cat
inside the stomach
of the comforting bigger cat
a joey
inside a kangaroo
a louse within a
mustache
there is always a story when something
is inside something else
like a sub-language
because somehow one must
survive the
dog's race or
the rat world
the internalization of
of the subsumed
fine, the story must be told
in the simplest manner
possible
there is no need for
a story teller
and the story goes like this:
there is a bubble which burst inside a bubble
and the bigger bubble bursts during the bursting
and then
the end is always the same as ever:
there is only nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Street Life
Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Hey, let me show you the street life.
Hey, let me show you the finks, the punks, the judge, the junkie.
Stay close to me for a while, for a while, for a while.
Say boy, you got to get street wise.
Hey, little boy, you're a babe in arms, stay out of harm's way
right here with me for a while, for a while, for a while.
Street life, hell in the city.
You got to really watch out for that street life.
Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around
or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt.
Say, let me show you the night life.
Say, let me show you the queens, the dudes,
the class, the crudes, the folks that inhabit the night.
Let me set it right.
I'm gonna give you my warning,
I'm gonna tell you the street's alive the sound of jive,
you've just arrived.
Try it for size for a while, for a while.
Street life, hell in the city.
You got to really watch out for that street life.
Say, it ain't pretty, you got to know your way around
or somehow you might get hurt, get hurt, get hurt
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Blood From A Stone
Well Ive been walkin
Down a one way dirty street
Tryin to find the answers
And Ive been hopin
For a chance to meet
The rat that spread the cancer
And the lies theyve been spinnin
And the smiles theyve been grinnin
There sure has been some sinnin
But nobodys winnin
When the walls start to crumblin
You feel like youre stumblin
And nobody wants you when youre down
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
Well Im a rollin
But my trains gone off the tracks
And my wheels are spinnin
And Im a walkin
Down a one way dirty street
But my hearts not sinkin
From the love theyve been buyin
And the blues theyve been cryin
Now the time keeps a flyin
But nobodys tryin
Cause the love of the money
Didnt turn out so sunny
When the wells dry
No one comes around
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone
You can try
But I still got the fight in my eyes
Suck it dry
Cause Ive had about enough of your lies
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get blood from a stone
They took the boy from the city
But they cant take the city from the
Boys lookin pretty
Now hes lookin like a pity
Cut the flesh down to the bone
But you cant get
You cant get blood from a stone, no
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
You cant get blood from a stone
song performed by by Cinderella
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City Pigeons
Around my boots where I am sitting crumbs of bread they happily eat
The cheeky and colourful City pigeons so at home on the city street
Their cousins the rock pigeons of the Northlands in Town would feel so out of place
They once were the very same species though now quite a different race.
Introduced by humans to cities all around the World in busy towns they feel at home
Beyond the borders of suburbia the city pigeons seldom do roam
They build their flimsy nests of sticks on building ledges their young they hatch out in the Spring
Like their ancestors on trees they do not roost or nest Nature is such a wonderful thing.
Some people they like and feed the city pigeons whilst others do not like them at all
Though Nature cares for all of her children from the very great to the small
And wild-born things can be so adaptable in noisy environments they they've learned to dwell
The city pigeons of this one example in cities they do very well.
By the street seat around my boots they eat bread crumbs like house sparrows they are almost tame
They were born and raised in the city to be good at surviving their one claim to fame
Liked by some and disliked by others but that they are good at surviving none can deny
They are born and raised in the noisy city and in the city they do die.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Its Only A Paper Moon
I never feel a thing is real
When Im away from you
Out of your embrace
The worlds a temporary parking place
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
A bubble for a minute
Mmm, mm, mm, mm
You smile, the bubble has a rainbow in it
Say, its only a paper moon
Sailing over a cardboard sea
But it wouldnt be make-believe
If you believed in me
Yes, its only a canvas sky
Hanging over a muslin tree
But it wouldnt be make-believe
If you believed in me
Without your love
Its a honky-tonk parade
Without your love
Its a melody played in a penny arcade
Its a barnum and bailey world
Just as phony as it can be
But it wouldnt be make-believe
If you believed in me
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Chew Chew Chew (Your Bubble Gum)
Ella Fitzgerald - Chew Chew Chew
[Instrumental Intro 55 seconds approx.]
[Ella]
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Baby
[Repeated x2]
First you pop, then you stop
The gum gets big and round.
Blow your troubles,
Way like bubbles
When you hear that
Funny little sound [pop noise]
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Chew
Your Bubble Gum
Chew Chew Chew Chew Your Bubble Gum!
[Boys]
Listen Sis your havin fun,
Chewing on your bubble gum
Give us some and we shall see,
Just what fills your heart with glee
[Ella]
Boys your right Im havin fun
Chewin on my bubble gum
Bubble gum it makes me sing,
Here chew some to make you swing!
[Instrumental]
First you pop, then you stop
The gum gets big and round.
Blow your troubles,
Way like bubbles
When you hear that
Funny little sound [pop noise]
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Just Look At You Now
You were a flower in a bubble
floating about the place.
You were a flower in a bubble
with the sweetest, shyest face.
You were always pretty and smiling,
and just bounced off ugly things,
but one fine day your bubble burst
and you developed wings.
You became ready for any occasion,
you dressed either up or down.
Your make up's to shock or horrify,
or to impress in Ya Ya town.
You now design your own wardrobe
and make the items you wear.
Bangles and beads you throw together,
from places you don't declare.
You laugh at the incredibly unfunny,
and stand way out from the crowd.
You were once a flower in a bubble,
poem by Orlando Belo
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Buoyant
If life
is a bubble
buoyant
on the salt
of the dead sea
when the bubble
bursts
what becomes
of me?
poem by Vince Gullaci
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Bubble Pop Electric
I'm empty, I need fulfilling, yes I do love
To the ceiling, when I do love
I get this feeling when I'm in love
I'm restless, can't you see I try my bestest
To be good girl, because it's just us
So take me now and do me justice
I'm waiting patiently
Anticipating your arrival
And I'm hating
It takes so long to get to my house
To take me out
Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat
Bubble pop electric, bubble pop electric
Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
Bubble pop electric
Uh-oh, in the back seat
Ok now, I understand he's on his way now
But jeez Louise, I mean today now
I can't wait, I wanna play now
I'm antsy
Bubble pop electric pansies
My sweet tooth, I want your candy
The Queen of Eng would say it randy
I'm itchy
I wish you would come and scratch me
Tonight I'm falling, won't you catch me
Swoop on by, so you can snatch me
And take me out
Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat
Bubble pop electric, bubble pop electric
Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
Bubble pop electric
Uh-oh, in the back seat
The need to be satisfied
Come pick me up, I want a ride
Hurry, hurry, come to me
Drive in movie
Drive in, move me
Drive into me
Bubble pop electric
You've gotta get it
(Straight to me, drive in movie)
Take it to the back seat
Run it like a track meet
(Come to me, drive in movie)
[2x]
Tonight, I'm gonna give you all my love in the back seat
Bubble pop electric, bubble pop electric
Gonna speed it down and slow it up in the back seat
Bubble pop electric
Uh-oh, in the back seat
[2x]
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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No Stranger To Love
Cold is the night
Lonely till dawn
Cry for the light
For the love that wont come
You said that youd never
Leave me alone
I gave you my heart
You cried for my soul
An angel wont come
This devil wont go
Something is wrong
I just cant get away
Living on the street, Im no stranger to love
Why cant you see Im no stranger to love
But Im a stranger in your arms
Yes, Im a stranger in your arms
Maybe its right
But I just cant understand
The hurt that I feel
For my love second hand
I know I should leave
But I just cant walk away
Living on the street, Im no stranger to love
Why cant you see Im no stranger to love
Living on the street, Im no stranger to love
Im a stranger in your arms
Living on the street, Im no stranger to love
Why cant you see Im no stranger to love
song performed by by Black Sabbath
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On The Street
On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
On the street
O, O, On the street
[Everybody dance]
[Watch for the difference]
On the street
{Breaking on broadway]
O, O, On the street
[Shaking on sunset strip]
On the street
[Like nobody booming supporting that]
Da, da, da, da, da ...
On the street
On the street
Dancing
On the street
On the street
Dancing
Dancing
On the street
On the street
[Twisting on the turnpipe]
Dancing
On the street
On the street
On the street ...
Da, da, da, da, ...
Dance on the street ...
song performed by by Madonna
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Cups
Bubble girl you feel like a movie
Bubble blow a bit faster
Liquid
Bubble fish take fast now
Faster
Bubble fast slow down
The slope
Blue blue
Blue blue
Little girl
You chew girl lie on to you?
Bubble blow
Bit faster
Bit faster christian
Bubble fast slow down
Big slow ?
A bit faster
Everythings good
Dreams of me
To liquid
Dream salty?
Dream of something quick
Deep slice to sometime into my hand
False alarm
Fools imagine into slow black
Slow slow fence
Sneak up light across the horizon
Sneak up last night in moonlight
Party grasses over the ocean
I love to write
Bubble blow you comeback
You slow down
Another blow
Big faster
Big faster
Bubble fish take fast now
Faster
{ba ding ba ding and ba ding}
Drip slowdown
song performed by by Underworld
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Paper Moon
I never feel a thing is real when I'm away from you
Out of your embrace the world's a temporary parking place
umm A bubble for a minute
umm you smile
the bubble has a rainbow in it
Say it's only a paper moon
sailing over a cardboard sea
but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
Yes it's only a canvas sky
hanging over a muslin tree
but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
with out your love
it's a honky tank parade
with out your love
it's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
just as phony as it can be
but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
yes it's only a canvas sky
hanging over a muslin tree
but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
with out your love
it's a honky tonk parade
with out your love
it's a melody played in a penny arcade
It's a Barnum and Bailey world
just as phony as it can be
but it wouldn't be make believe if you believed in me
song performed by by Natalie Cole
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I hardly ever stretch the canvas before painting.
quote by Jackson Pollock
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(Little) Bubble
Friday night and you're on the phone
To everyone you've ever known
Nothing grand to celebrate
With all the people that you hate.
Half an hour spent in the bath
Dry your hair in the aftermath
Rubber Johnny and Stanley knife
Either way the night's alright
I can never tell, if you're heaven is my hell
And I can't understand, why you enjoy your callous man
Your little bubble follows me everywhere
Such a bubble that I just don't care
You throw yourself about everywhere
Your little bubble woooh
Friday night and you're on the phone
To everyone you've ever known
Nothing grand to celebrate
With all the people that you hate.
I can never tell, if you're heaven is my hell
And I can't understand, why you enjoy your callous man
Your little bubble follows me everywhere
Such a bubble that I just don't care
You throw yourself about everywhere
Your little bubble woah (x3)
song performed by by Ordinary Boys
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Mind Is Garuda Of Lord Mahavishnu!
mind is that bubble,
Origin as a bubble,
Acquires body and brain,
Through which it grow,
Nay manifest, universal mind behind,
And mind is that which expands and expands,
Grow billions of light year greater in radius
than universe itself,
Well controlled and well poised mind is,
traveler in universe travel at infinite speed!
Mind is that which can take one to even or hell,
Mind is that which can convert devil to God,
Mind is that Garuda of Mahavishnu,
That take him, wherever he want to arrive to help people at distress!
poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar
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Whenever I'm In Swanston Street
So many different peoples of every different race
Whenever I'm in Swanston street I long for a quieter place
Far from the World of bustle and the noisy city street
Out there in the quiet countryside where the rill and river meet.
Whenever I'm is Swanston street I cannot feel at ease
I smell smog and pollution in the foul city breeze
The sidewalks crowded with people as they bustle to and fro
But each to their own as some might say and it happens to be so.
I am not a city type of person that sort of lifestyle would not suit me
I love the coastal countryside and the cliffs that overlook the sea
To watch the fishing gannets plunge down from a great height
With folded wings into saltwater a most amazing sight.
The city scene or city ways I never could embrace
And whenever I'm in Swanston street I feel so out of place
Many people love the city life each to their own rings true
But I'd prefer the quieter place the home of the wild roo.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Oasis in Rome
behind a hedge
on pavement edge
circling our tent
a waiter raises up a flap
on the brink of protest
'bout the stink
our camels make
but takes our order nonetheless
lemons figs and apricots
perfumed teas in china pots
and for the herders
'cross the street on the church steps
un carafe d'eau and plain baguettes
we tap out rythmns with our spoons
bubble-pipe mid exhaust-fumes
perfumed in bluish swirls
with music from a hidden source
anticipate the dancing-girls
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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