A Transliteration
one girl three cops
this is where the censure mops
jedna cura tri pandura
odje mora doc cenzura
rambo amadeus
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Gestapo
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
You thought it a breeze,
To do just what you pleased.
And you shopped...
'Til you dropped.
You stole what you had,
And you thought it would never stop.
When you thought your life was threatened...
You would call the cops.
Now that things have turned around...
A mess is all you've got,
To show.
And you know...
Your back's broke.
A gestapo is on the march.
Soon to knock on your door...
With a broom and mop.
To clean up your slop!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped,
And pooped from pushing.
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
You had life so easy...
You thought you were the chips and cheese.
And you mocked,
Those who were not!
But...
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
'Lock step! Mops! Push! '
A gestapo is on the march.
Issuing brooms and mops.
To clean up the slop!
Believe it or not!
And the ones who sit on stoops...
Will be grouped!
And pooped,
From pushing.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rock Me Amadeus
Er war ein punker
Und er lebte in der groen stadt
Es war in wien, war vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Er war superstar
Er war populr
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
Es war um 1780
Und es war in wien
No plastic money anymore
Die banken gegen ihn
Woher die schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein mann der frauen
Frauen liebten seinen punk
Er war superstar
Er war populr
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte flair
Er war ein virtuose
War ein rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me amadeus
Amadeus, amadeus...
song performed by by Falco
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Rock Me Aamadeus
Er war ein Punker
Und er lebte in der groen Stadt
Es war in Wien, war Vienna
Wo er alles tat
Er hatte Schulden denn er trank
Doch ihn liebten alle Frauen
Und jede rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus
Er war Superstar
Er war populr
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair
Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus...
Es war um 1780
Und es war in Wien
No plastic money anymore
Die Banken gegen ihn
Woher die Schulden kamen
War wohl jedermann bekannt
Er war ein Mann der Frauen
Frauen liebten seinen Punk
Er war Superstar
Er war populr
Er war so exaltiert
Because er hatte Flair
Er war ein Virtuose
War ein Rockidol
Und alles rief:
Come and rock me Amadeus
Amadeus, Amadeus
song performed by by Falco
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Rambo isn't violent. I see Rambo as a philanthropist.
quote by Sylvester Stallone
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Surpanaka
Tumaku kie mora karichhi
tume mora uhanta.
mora sabu chalabaji
dhara padigala tumathi
naka kana katidei
lakhya kala mora gatibidhi.
Anya adhyaya aarambha hela aethu
jetejie thile jouthi matile
agnire jhasa dela pari patanga.
Tume kendrare thai
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Rambo-Tree
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!--
The bird sings low as the bumble-bee--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!--
The poor shote-pig he says, says he:
'When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree
There's enough for you and enough for me.'--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There's enough for you and enough for me_--
_It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!--
The mole digs out to peep and see--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!--
The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free,
There's a far, lorn call, 'Pig-_gee_! 'Pig-_gee_!'
And two boys--glad enough for three.--
It's a long, sweet way across the orchard.
_For just two truant lads like we_,
_When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_
_There's enough for you and enough for me_--
_It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Delhi or Dilli kahara?
Dilli or Delhi kahara?
Kie se jie mana karuchhi dilli jubaku?
Dilli kana bharata bhitare?
Dilli chhadi kie jiba kouthiku?
Dilli ku nei ate katha kahinki?
Pratiti lokara adhikara rahichhi dillire
Dil rahichhi cillire
Dil o dilli ba delhiku chhadi kehi rahiparibeni
Kaunasi dala sasaka mana karibe kemiti
Mu dilhi pain rahichhi
Deli mo pain achhi.
Mora pitrupita sabu mate delli deichhanti
Mu mate sasa karuchhi mora mangala pain
Kie tume mte manakariba pain dilliku
Dilliru palli mora
Mu mukta bharatara bharatiya nagarika
Mora hurdaya dilli
Palli mora ghara.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Polka Party!
You could have a big dipper
Going up and down around the bends
You could have a bumper car bumping
This amusement never ends
I wanna be your sledgehammer
Why dont you call my name
Let me be your sledgehammer
This will be my testimony, yeah, yeah yeah
Theres a girl thats been on my mind
All the time
[su-su-sudio] whoah
Now she dont even know my name
But I think she likes me just the same
[su-su-sudio] whoah
My girl wants to party all the time party all the time party all the time
My girl wants to party all the time
She parties all the time
Say you, say me
Say it for always, thats the way it should be
Say you, say me
Say it together naturally
Were riding on the freeway of love
Winds against our back
Were going riding on the freeway of love
In a big cadillac
Thats why you need ooh
Thats why this you need Ill give you what you need
Yah, yah, yah do the harlem polka (everybody now!)
Yah, yah, yah do the harlem polka
Shes got it yeah baby shes got it
Well Im your venus, Im your fire whats your desire?
Nasty! nasty boys dont mean a thing
Oh you nasty boys
Nasty! nasty boys dont ever change
Oh you nasty boys
(I like this part)
Ooh, rock me amadeus
Ooh, rock me amadeus
Ooh, rock me amadeus ooh
Shout shout let it all out
These are the things I can do without come on
Im talking to you come on
Please papa dont preach Im in trouble deep
Papa dont preach Ive been losing sleep
But Ive made up my mind Im keeping my baby
Oh Im gonna keep my baby
Keep my baby
Keep my baby
Keep my baby
Hey!
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Tapasya
Ethakara a golapgachha hela kian kata?
Kian pashki kuadu aasi basila dandapindare?
Uttaraku apeshkya na kari mu baharili kacheri
Bhala khabara jouthi na thae kebe kaha pain.
Dosi aau nirdosh bhitare pharak thae na mothi
Mo pain kacharagada kichi kamara nuhen semiti.
Bipada sahita mora dosti maobadi aatankabadi
Mora padosi kebe kaha sahita kou kamare hata
Milaiba katha jane bhalakari.
Desabhakti gita sabu mora priya
Nara bhitare akelachalo
Sarejahanse achha kahikahi
Badira mati lagain mathare.
Tara ru tara buliba bala mu
Gharabali paanta kemiti mate
Aau ghare rahanta kemiti shanti
Mu mora khojuthain aau aau
Sujoga dekhi kemiti jaanti
Helamatre tikie pahanti.
Kahaku kbe krini aapatti
Mu mora chhai dhari thain mothi
Katagolapa gachhare phute mora phula
pashkhi aasila aau na aasi bi subhe
Mate gita jou gita pain mora a tapasya.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Amadeus Mozart, con.k-365
What they adore
Is his genius
His music
Soaring to the heavens
Without so much
Effort
Effortlessly magnificent
Amadeus Mozart
And his music
Tossing me
From sea cap to sea cap
In my sea dreams
Piano notes ruffling
Like the windy beach
Waffling to the shore
Piano notes
Trickling
On my window pane
Like a soft rain
Playful
To the vines
On my window pane
What they adore
Is his genius
Soaring to the heavens
I envy him
Amadeus Mozart
His music grows like a river forever flowing
I do not mind if in there I drown
And die with a single note
He died in the sea drinking all the salty notes
Of Amadeus Mozart
Dehydration in the most musical fashion.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hebakuchahen
Hebakuchahen mu
bhala kabitie
bhulijai ejae
jetejauthi achhi
chhanda tala laya
sabda bakya byakarana
bhulijai mu kie kana
kahidebaku chhahen
mora ethakara ei sinhasana
mora ei mati akasha
alua pani pabana.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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He who would acquire fame must not show himself afraid of censure. The dread of censure is the death of genius.
quote by William Gilmore Simms
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Se tarata
Delanain kichhi a rati mate
Aau chaligala aasithila joubate.
Rati galaparebi kian se tarata
sethi semiti rahichhi kejani!
Jane mu mora mora jaiparibi
dekhi dekhi mo bata mi aau
kahiparibi tarataku thare achhuta
jiropawar bulb pari sethi.
Kie kaha katha sune?
Tara kanei rahiba mo kathaku
aau kahiba saante hela sunili
jibe ni mate chhadi ta!
mu galabele kholi jae mo chhapala aau mu
tanka suna ghara badi pain jibaku
mana kare na aau jain
jain hataku kichhi aasena mora.
mu mora semiti padurahe saradina
phatibara thile phate pahada
nai uchhule kula langhe
pabana piti hue munuga gachhare
ethi sethi semiti sabuthi.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Cops And Donuts
When I was on the freeway, doing 70 all drunk
A copper pulled me over, and I thought that I was sunk
He came up to my car, I thought up a little trick
I took a donut, jelly filled, and put it on a stick
He came up to my window, and shouted to get out
So I quickly took the donut and I shoved it in his mouth
So I drove away, he shouted for some more
So I threw it out the window and he ate it off the floor
Cops and donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops love donuts
Cops and donuts
song performed by by NOFX
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Censure is a limp noodle across the wrist of the president. I think the way we vote on the articles will express the way we feel stronger than any censure vote.
quote by Larry Craig
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Who Will Cry For The Little Girl?
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that weeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that will soon be grown
Who will cry for the little
the little girl who can't make it on her own
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who sits and stands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who watches life in her hands
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that gives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that lives
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl that sleeps
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl inside of me
Who will cry for the little girl
the little girl who used to be ME! !
poem by Shaneka Taylor
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No Clothes On Biker’s Back
When I was the age seventeen,
I was in a girl’s home
because my mom was really mean.
I got out for a little break,
went to girlfriend biker’s place,
and partied till very late.
We played strip poker
with a table of four,
everyone almost dropped
all their drawers.
Then I had to get back to my parent’s place,
biker drives me home naked
with no clothes on,
not a trace.
Luckily he stopped at all the stops,
we never did get pulled over by the cops.
This was right around 2 o’clock.
Next day went back to Anderson’s home,
I had to call my girlfriend’s phone,
to tell her clothes were all gone.
Yes, one of the girls ran away the night before,
girl went into my room,
stole them out of my drawer.
Runaway girl crosses the bridge to the Wisc. side,
hoping she can run from cops and hide.
Luckily my friend’s clothes did come back,
friend couldn’t wear them anyway for she was
pregnant and that was that.
Now if the runaway girl
had just wore the biker clothes the night before
I wouldn’t have to explain to my friend
why her clothes went out the door.
The moral of the story is;
While one is out getting naked,
someone is stealing your clothes that are forsaken.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.19,2011
poem by Christina Sunrise
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It seemed to me... that the only valid people to deal with crime were cops, and I would like to make the lead character, rather than a single person, a squad of cops.
quote by Evan Hunter
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Puke On Cops
look at me now. full on the run. i can't stop myself from crashing. breaking grass, bumming a yard. fixing stuff that was never broken. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops. gimme a side of airplane noise or a half a glass of our resistance. add a dash of disobedient public nusant, richtor riot. pulling out all the stops. i'm gonna puck on the cops. i'm telling the kids, punk rocks. i'm gonna puke on cops.
song performed by by NOFX
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I had a problem with cops pulling me over all the time for speeding. When I was doing Hill Street Blues, the cops said how much they loved the show as they were writing me up; meanwhile my insurance went through the roof.
quote by Jennifer Tilly
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