Man With A Lapel
I saw a lapel on his begrimed shirt,
With all the decent colours, indication
That he wanted to scrutinize me when I watched.
Hearts are made for electrical cities,
With every body, with every one in command,
And underneath is a lagoon of sewage and bodies.
Who is that ‘man’ or should I say ‘ghost’?
That man needs affection, not a wrong stare and glare,
He is not my body or coat, he is conspirator and host.
I saw label on his top-shirt, I recall,
And I never want to see him again.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Tiny Cities Made Of Ashes
Were going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes
Im going to hit you on the face
Im going to punch you in your glasses, oh no
I just got a message that said
Yeah, hell has frozen over.
I got a phone call from the lord saying,
Hey boy, get a sweater, right now.
So were drinkin drinkin drinkin drinkin coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Oh right on down my throat now
As were headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Im gonna get dressed up in plastic
Gonna shake hands with the masses, oh no!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Were going down the road to tiny cities made of ashes
Im going to hit you on the face
Im going to punch you in your glasses
Im wearing myself a t-shirt that says
The world is my ashtray
Our hearts pump dust and our hairs all grey
And I just got a message that said
Yeah, hell has frozen over.
I got a phone call from the lord saying,
Hey boy, get a sweater, right now!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
Were drinkin drinkin drinkin drink coca coca cola
I can feel it rolling right on down
Oh right on down my throat
As were headed down the road towards tiny cities made of ashes
Im going to lay down (at the spa? ) where they coat you in molasses
Right now!
Does anybody know a way that a body could get away?
Does anybody know a way?
song performed by by Modest Mouse
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I Have Become Very Hairy
I have become very hairy all over my body.
I'm afraid they'll start hunting me because of my fur.
My multicolored shirt has no meaning of love --
it looks like an air photo of a railway station.
At night my body is open and awake under the blanket,
like eyes under the blindfold of someone to be shot.
Restless I shall wander about;
hungry for life I'll die.
Yet I wanted to be calm, like a mound with all its cities destroyed,
and tranquil, like a full cemetery.
poem by Yehuda Amichai
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Coat Of Many Colors
(dolly parton)
Back through the years I go wondering once again
Back to the seasons of my youth
I recall a box of rags that someone gave us
And how my mamma put these rags to use
There were rags of many colours, and every piece was small
And I didnt have a coat and it was way down in the fall
Mamma sewed the rags together, sewing ever piece with love
She made my coat of many colours, that I was so proud of
As she sewed she told the story from the Bible she had read
About a coat of many colours, joseph wore and they she said
Perhaps this coat will bring you, much love and happiness
And I just couldnt wait to wear it, and mamma blessed it with a kiss
My coat of many colours that mamma made for me
Made only rags, but I wore it so proudly
Although we had no money. oh I was rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
So with patches on my breaches and holes in both my shoes
In my coat of many colours, I hurried off to school
Just to find the others laughing and makin fun of me
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
Oh, I couldnt understand it, for I felt I was rich
And I told them of the love my mamma sewed in ever stitch
And I told them all the story, mamma told me while she sewed
And how my coat of many colours is worth more than all of their clothes
They didnt under stand it and I tried to make them see
That one is only poor only if they choose to be
Now I know we have no money, but Im as rich as I could be
In my coat of many colours, my mamma made for me
In my coat of many colours, my mamma just made for me
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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You Look Good In My Shirt
When you walked up behind me and covered my eyes
And whispered in my ear, guess who
I rattled off names like I really didnt know
But all along I knew it was you
And, the longer we talked, the more we laughed
And wondered why we didnt last
It had been a long time, but later last night
Baby, we caught up real fast
And maybe its a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is youre sure looking
Good in my shirt
Thats right
You look good in my shirt
Well now Im not saying that we solved overnight
Every way that we went wrong
Oh, but what Im seeing Id sure love seeing
Every morning from now on
And maybe its a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is youre sure looking
Good in my shirt
Cmon now
Aww thats right
Oh you look so fine
And maybe its a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is youre sure looking
Good in my shirt
And maybe its a little too early
To know if this is gonna work
All I know is youre sure looking
Good in my shirt
You look good in my shirt
You look good in my shirt
song performed by by Keith Urban
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Building My Body
I'm building my body
I'm happy when I'm building my body
I'm tired of fighting, let's make friends
I'm tired of burning both ends
That's why I'm building my body
It hurts me but I'm building my body
And I know what the pain is worth
I know I feel the pain of birth
I'm pushin' up
And gettin' down with my body
There's no-one else around with my body
One look says I'm a stone disgrace
Don't kick no sand in my face
Because I'm building my body strong
I'm watching what I eat
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
Hey, not a lot of meat
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
Because I'm building my body
I'm peaceful when I'm building my body
I'm sweating out mistakes I've made
I'm getting back the dues I've paid
I'm doing more
And getting sore with my body
But I'm gaining a rapport with my body
And this seems like the perfect time
They say I'm in my prime
That's why I'm building my body strong
I'm thinking at the table
And I'm sorting out right from wrong
I'm reading every label
And I know that it won't be long
Before I gotta quit smoking
'Cause I'm building my body
There's someone else inside of my body
He's waiting to be born again
song performed by by Don McLean
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You Took Me All The Way
(eric carmen)
(come on)
When we made love tonight
I swear it felt just like the first time
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
And when you touch me now
The world stands still just like the night when
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
I recall when i looked into your eyes
Ooh, i knew it was meant to be
Then you pulled your body close to mine
Ooh, i shivered when you whispered
"please"
(come on)
"please"
(come on)
"i need to know what it's really like, come on"
(come on)
"come on"
(come on)
I'll show you what it's really like
I'll show you what it's like
I'm gonna show you my love
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
In all of my life, there's no one else
You're still the one
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
You took me all the way
I heard you say
You know we can't be wrong
So take me all the way
I need you now
I've wanted you so long
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Shirt (Demo Recording)
As I walked into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin' up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It wasn't made of polyester or nylon
The label said "Made in the UK" so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and declared
"I like this shirt, I want it"
It's not the label on the shirt that you wear
It's the way that you wear it
They say it's style and breeding and culture that counts
But you can't change good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a hero
You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I declare "It's not the shirt you wear
It's the way that you wear it"
I was looking for danger, I should have taken more care
I was dressed to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my savoir fair
And she said "You're a smart looking dude
But your character's ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And I, I can't stand your attitude"
I assumed it was leading to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was made
But I was stunned by the magnitude
Of her ingratitude
I spent a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the shirt I was wearing
This romantic affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated, castrated
My masculinity dragged through the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest stuck out
like a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I looked cool but she put me down
She said "You look like a clown on a circus parade"
Still the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the first degree
She was totally fantabulous
Like a goddess from Greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th century femininity
She was in her own league
She was meant for me, it was destiny
Like Adam and Eve, synchronisity
She brought out the testosterone in me
Last time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly
Now I'm trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identity
It wasn't me, it wasn't me, it wasn't me
Now this cop says "It's up to you, death row or solitude
Crime of passion, you should plead 'insane'
You say you wouldn't lie, but we've just blown your alibi
We've found your shirt and it's got a blood stain"
It was the shirt you were wearing
It was the shirt you were wearing
song performed by by Kinks
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The Shirt
As I walked into the charity store
I saw a second-hand shirt hangin up by the door
The collar was frayed, there was a stain on the cuff
Caused by ketchup or blood or some such stuff
It wasnt made of polyester or nylon
The label said made in the uk so I tried it on
And I looked in the mirror and declared
I like this shirt, I want it
Its not the label on the shirt that you wear
Its the way that you wear it
They say its style and breeding and culture that counts
But you cant change good taste on the expense account
And if design or fashion makes you a hero
You can dress all highbrow but still be an emotional zero
But I declare its not the shirt you wear
Its the way that you wear it
I was looking for danger, I should have taken more care
I was dressed to kill, I felt so debonair
Wild expectations, arrogant air
Then I walked into that bar, she was standing there
I walked over with all my savoir fair
And she said youre a smart looking dude
But your characters ugly, it clashes with my shoes
And i, I cant stand your attitude
I assumed it was leading to a romantic interlude
I thought my conquest was made
But I was stunned by the magnitude
Of her ingratitude
I spent a good thirty bucks on this babe
Like the shirt I was wearing
This romantic affair was not destined to last
The harder I tried, the louder she laughed
I was reduced to despair, my emotions laid bare
She knew I was hurt, made me feel like a jerk
I was humbled, humiliated, castrated
My masculinity dragged through the dirt
Then thrown in the air to be devoured by the lions
The vultures, the jackals and all the scavengers of love
I was strutting around with my chest stuck out
Like a peacock preparing to get laid
Thought I looked cool but she put me down
She said you look like a clown on a circus parade
Still the shirt has class, it looks well made
She was a babe of the first degree
She was totally fantabulous
Like a goddess from greece and yet
The epitome of the 20th century femininity
She was in her own league
She was meant for me, it was destiny
Like adam and eve, synchronisity
She brought out the testosterone in me
Last time I saw that babe she was smiling contentedly
Now Im trapped on this murder rap, a mistaken identity
It wasnt me, it wasnt me, it wasnt me
Now this cop says its up to you, death row or solitude
Crime of passion, you should plead insane
You say you wouldnt lie, but weve just blown your alibi
Weve found your shirt and its got a blood stain
It was the shirt you were wearing
It was the shirt you were wearing
song performed by by Kinks
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Body
Your body is not
Under your control
Futile to say
About other scroll.
You do not know
Where I am
And you are going on
Calling my roll.
You know I am
Not in the Mandir
Not in the Mosque
And you are losing
Your time and energy
To make a search.
You know I am not
In any action
Not in any reaction
And you are
Expressing emotion.
I am with you
And within your body
And in the bodies of all.
Take care of the body
Know the body is
To know me.
Remember
I am not the body
Body is not I
And you have to leave
The body
Without the body
Nothing can be achieved
And you are nothing.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Bodies
A body is the voice of a soul,
It speaks without words,
A language understood only by the one it desires,
Wanting freedom like caged birds.
Bodies understand only passion and longing,
They are incapable of telling a lie,
And when a body divulges its secrets to another,
What happens cannot be stopped by you or I.
A body remembers, it never forgets,
Another body which reigned its inner sanctum,
Even though through life it meets others,
It feels lost in an unknown kingdom.
When pain sends two bodies to gulfs of liquid fire,
And when love is the only remedy,
Their loins fuse to never part,
Dancing to a lustful rhapsody.
Bodies are curious, quixotic,
They understand feelings life cannot measure,
Their amplified responses to subtle touches mean,
They've reached the highest echelon of ecstasy and pinnacle of pleasure.
When the tryst with euphoria is made,
And the moist imprints of affection turn dry,
The bodies long to unite once again,
To commit a heavenly sin, to themselves they can never deny.
poem by SaviorsLavish Human
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The Shirt
The buttonholes were empty.
The buttons had all let go.
The shirt was now a remnant,
one he did outgrow.
The sleeves were short so he rolled them.
The plaid material was faded.
Now it was getting much too tight
as he saw his name brocaded.
The name was what she called him,
'Sonny, sonny boy.'
Her voice came back when he wore it.
It was a sound of joy.
He would have to give up wearing it
and pray that she would know
that no other shirt he'd ever wear
were what her hands did sew.
Mom. dear mom you come alive
everytime I see that shirt.
It helps me when I'm missing you.
It takes away the hurt.
Every other shirt that I have worn
could never quite replace
the feeling I get when I see it
for I see your loving face.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Nothings Worth More Than You....
What went wrong
I'm still confused
You cheated, you lied
You had me all bruised.
I know you meant
When you said you do
Those vows, those promises
Your love was true.
Why did you go
And did what you've done
You made me snatch myself
From you and away run.
Here I'm alone in our room
Starring at the wrinkles of the bedsheet
That you've left behind
For me to stare and read.
I'm wearing an oversize shirt
That to you belong
That I everytime wear
After us getting along.
Peeping in the mirror
All I can see is me
Stading alone, looking back
A scene that has never meant to be.
I look at my lips
And suddenly my body shivers
At the feeling of your finger tips
A sensation to forget never.
I look at my neck
Suddenly do I gasp
Your lips circling its base
What more could I ask?
I look at my waist
I feel myself grabbed tight
In your palms, in a haste
I feel your impatience building inside.
I look at my eyes
Dry and desperate
I miss you, I cannot hide
I want you now, alright?
The scars you've left
They still hurt
Your memories, your love
Your oversize shirt.
Baby, why did you do this?
Wasn't I enough?
I know you meant
When you said me you loved.
I'm standing here broke
Lost and confused
Wondering whats worth
The pain you gave or you.......
What is worth?
Nothings worth more than you
I grab my phone
'Baby, its okay, I forgive you.'
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Give Me Back My Shirt
You stole my shirt again
The one with stains
Beneath my armpits
You lied and said
The shirt somehow fell
Into your suitcase
A dark black shadow
That hurled itself off a cliff
And landed inside your
Sad blonde soul
And when you sleep alone at night
In the naked stretch of your wine-soaked skin
Do you smell my harsh manly aroma
In the pillow of your theft?
Do you wet yourself in the taste of
The baby felons we might make?
Do you imagine yourself wearing
My body
Upon the sharp thrusts of my
Contempt
And
Love?
For a liar, a thief, a fetishist for
Fabric
That revives memories
Of lust long faded
You stole my shirt again
The one that has faint traces
Of your drool, in the way you
Drip yourself upon me
In the hot slumber of your
Babbling incoherent dreams
Give me back my shirt
It was a present from my sister
Who rarely bought me anything
Except for a blue cotton candy
Vivid blue
Like your icy sullen eyes
In the childhood
Of my lonely
Indelible
Lament
poem by Catman Cohen
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Tuck Your Shirt In
My name is Holly
And I like
I'm so glad that you asked me out tonight
Our conversation over dinner was really nice
But don't forget you still owe me dessert
It's 12 we missed the late show
So let's head over to this joint that I know
Everytime I take someone it's always such a ride
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
We're probably gonna need to call a cab
Ten minute walk over there and back
But I think it's best we
Save our energy
Tonight I'm really on the grind
Otherwise I'd normally wait a while
Before I'd ask
Somebody to my party
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
But there's a dress code
You've got to follow
There's no exceptions
And once you're in
If you want TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
TMA
You better need to be
Oh baby
But before you enter
Tuck your shirt in
No way you'll get rid of
Other clothes
If you don't follow this
One moment
Tuck your shirt in
La la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la la
song performed by by Holly Valance from Footprints
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems
Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem
I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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The Story Of A Less Sexyful Politician (Or And All I Got Was This Lousy Shirt)
I took the raven out for a walk
I watched the mud turn to the stones
I taught each parrot nuances of talk
I brushed the uniforms of all the dead clones
I was strict and stern never meant to flirt
and all I got was this lousy shirt
I drove the sane to the insane
The peaceful to the rage of their bones
I served my best but it was all in vain
For neither the social nor the lones
Paid any tribute now I feel hurt
'cause all I got was this lousy shirt
Will someone try to figure out explain
The causes dragged to the edge of effects
Will someone say why memory selects
The most hideous of all the refrains
The least profitable of all the gains
Even the poorest boy's got his breeches
The most stupid dwells in world's riches
Even the ugliest girls got skirts
and all I got was this lousy shirt
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Fish Fear Fishermen
Underneath the sea inhabited the fish
That swam also with warmth and affection.
Seasons in the sea glare like rocks near a cliff,
Falling onto them may be like fishes are enemies.
Hatred of fishes carries a weight too hard,
For the fishermen rejoice at their capture
And consume the heads as well.
Hating the sea is agony, futile and wrong,
For the fish of the ocean meander in swarms
And they flock at the home they live in.
Underneath the sea is a boat of fish,
Funnelling through the portholes, and describing
Their lives in multifarious colours, wreaking havoc
And swaying with the undersea music.
The fish sway in fear of music, and men - Fishermen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Insignificantly Significant
Millions of particles,
Making up my body.
Millions of bodies,
Making up a world.
Millions of worlds,
Making up a universe.
Removed from this,
I feel alone.
Yet, I am a piece of the puzzle.
A part of a bigger picture.
Insignificantly significant.
One infected cell spreading.
Affecting the body,
Eventually, killing the host.
One infected host spreading.
Eventually killing the world.
One cell at a time,
One person at a time.
But in order to heal the world,
The host must heal first.
For if an infected host can destroy,
Then a well host can build.
A body will heal,
One cell at a time.
Until it is healthy.
A world will heal,
One person at a time.
Until it is done.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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