For The Time Being
A handsome God and an ugly devil live in this poor man's worn heart.
When he gets sick the handsome prescribes medicines and the ugly force him to hard liquor.
When the poor man got drunk; he shouts ' No doubts I see the fundamental road ahead that leads to heaven & hell, but I am totally drunk
And it's too far to walk through the sober lane, better I relax here for a while at the signal lights until the green sign flickers.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I find very often that very ugly women have really handsome men and vice versa because they don't have any competition. Sometimes handsome men have avoided me.
quote by Hedy Lamarr
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I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning I will be sober and you will still be ugly.
quote by Winston Churchill
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Dont Drive Drunk
He and his wife have had problems
That hes played off like nothings wrong
til he comes home from work early
Just to find the girl is gone
Oh but he gets into the cupboard
Picks out that bottle of gin
Drinks like theres no tomorrow
And decides to take a spin
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
Teenager at a live party
Says, give me one for the road
But hes already so inebriated
If you lit a smoke hed explode
But bartender says, I dont think so
Young one says, I can deal
Staggering out he says, check you all later
But I really dont think he will
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
(repeat)
(background)
Dont drive drunk
D-d-d dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk
Hicup
(repeat)
Boy out with girl on their first date
Gets pulled over by the law
Officer says, hey cant you drive straight
Or have you been drinking alcohol?
Boy says, man are you crazy?
Cop says, hey then walk this line
But results from the breathalizer
Proves hes charged with d.u.i.
No dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk, no
Dont drive drunk
Mothers against drunk drivers are mad
(repeat)
(background)
Dont drive drunk
D-d-d dont drive drunk
Dont drive drunk
Hicup
(repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Gartloney Rats
The boys from the village were festering sore
For a day on the rant with some music and more
Theyd drink porter in mauras way over in fore
And never get drunk but stay sober
There was harry the banjo and dunne of the swan
With whose bone from the wing hed beat the bodhran
And the song that hed sing was of ganders and all
Hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was woods on the guitar and auld squeeze box too
Who came from a time before aeroplanes flew
Hed sit in a corner and mule quite a few
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
There was mahon the singer who knew all the songs
And never was known to put a foot wrong
Hed sing through the night till the break o the morn
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Then harry the banjo now there was a man
A bottomless pit if ever there was one
More porter hed lower that there was in the land
And hed never get drunk but stay sober
Well the gartloney rats would play away
Theyd play for the pints and not for the pay
And the pints theyd go down in the usual way
And theyd never get drunk but stay sober
song performed by by Pogues
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Do you believe me? (ii)
If I say I am a king
You will not believe
If I say I am the poor of the poorest
You may believe in.
If I say I am handsome
Tall and dark
With two glittering eyes
You will not believe
If I say I am the ugly of the ugliest
You may believe in.
If I say I have unbelievable potentiality
I can do a havoc in the field of poetry
You will not believe
If I say I am the dullard, dull
You may believe in.
If I say I have a pot full of honey
I have a heart full of kindness and care
You will not believe
But if I say I am the cruel of the cruelest
You may believe in.
If I say I have a soft corner
And from the core of the heart I love you
Do you believe me?
poem by Abdul Wahab
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November Spawned A Monster
Sleep on and dream of love
Because it's the closest you will
Get to love, oh ah ...
The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who later cried :
"but jesus made me, so
Jesus save me from
Pity, sympathy
And people discussing me"
This frame of useless limbs
What can make good
All the bad that's been done ?
And if the lights were out
Could you even bear
To kiss her full on the mouth
(or anywhere ?)
No, no, no, oh, no, no, no, no
The poor twisted child
So ugly, so ugly
The poor twisted child
Oh hug me, oh hug me
One november
Spawned a monster
In the shape of this child
Who must remain
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A hostage to kindness
And the wheels underneath her
A symbol of where mad, mad lovers
Must pause and draw the line.
Oh ...
So sleep and dream of love
Because it's the closest
You will get to love
Oh, no, no, no ... oh, no ... oh, no
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
Oh ...
One fine day
Let it be soon
She won't be rich or beautiful
But she'll be walking your streets
In the clothes that she went out
And chose for herself.
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Morrissey
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You Only Tell Me You Love Me When Youre Drunk
What a performance tonight
Should I react or turn off the light
Looks like youre picking a fight
In a blurring of wrong and right
But how your mood chances
Youre a devil, now an angel
Suddenly subtle and solemn
And silent as a monk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
Its better than nothing I suppose
Some doors have openend
Others closed
But I couldnt see you exposes
To the horrors behind some of those
Somebody said listen dont you know
What youre missing
You should be kissing him instead of
Dissing him like a punk
But you only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
All of my friends
Keep asking me why, oh why
Do you not say goodbye
If you dont even try youll be sunk
cause you only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
Whats the meaning
When you speak with so much feeling
Is it over when youre sober
Is it junk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
You only tell me you love me
When youre drunk
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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A Note Left in Jimmy Leonard's Shack
Near the dry river's water-mark we found
Your brother Minnegan,
Flopped like a fish against the muddy ground.
Beany, the kid whose yellow hair turns green,
Told me to find you, even if the rain,
And tell you he was drowned.
I hid behind the chassis on the bank,
The wreck of someone's Ford:
I was afraid to come and wake you drunk:
You told me once the waking up was hard,
The daylight beating at you like a board.
Blood in my stomach sank.
Beside, you told him never to go out
Along the river-side
Drinking and singing, clattering about.
You might have thrown a rock at me and cried
I was to blame, I let him fall in the road
And pitch down on his side.
Well, I'll get hell enough when I get home
For coming up this far,
Leaving the note, and running as I came.
I'll go and tell my father where you are.
You'd better go find Minnegan before
Policemen hear and come.
Beany went home, and I got sick and ran,
You old son of a bitch.
You better hurry down to Minnegan;
He's drunk or dying now, I don't know which,
Rolled in the roots and garbage like a fish,
The poor old man.
poem by James Arlington Wright
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I Still Want To Go Down On You, ...., Oh Well
What wonderfully warm suppliant:
Now that I am drunk, and probably shouldn’t
Be writing anything. Yes, I should shut up,
And look at pictures of you, down the well
Of high school, with your tawny legs,
Shaved and brown like the elbows of trees;
But, as you can see, I am writing anyways,
Even if you or anyone else is reading this.
If you do, it will make me laugh, now that everything
Is thoroughly maudlin: I am neither as ugly as I
Fear, nor as handsome as your drunken expectations
Might have hopes. I am drunk, and it is Halloween,
And I am thirty; and I am published, by the great
Philanthropic arm of the queen’s navy, and undoubtedly
You are making lovely eyes with your patrons, or
Whoever you are with. I love you, and I thought
About writing you and telling you that, but
I am not as stupid as you might hope, nor am I
Emily Dickenson holding to the arm of her newly
Procured husband as they are floating down the Nile,
Or anywhere else: My great uncle made fun of my thesis,
But he is a liberal judge, and a c*nt; and now I am
Published: yahoo, and anyway, and anyway, like I said:
I am drunk, and not as handsome as you might expect,
And now I am listening to Jack White spew extemporaneously:
And he is rather quite good, given all the possibilities,
And even if we grew up in Wellington, we loved the true
Happenstance of sunrise of bankruptcy and exports:
Now that I’ve said that, I should laugh and play a video game.
I am only 1/64th Jewish, so I don’t mind where I park:
Today, a woman came with a summons for my father,
Because he has too many horses, but what do you expect?
I’m bone broke, but that is a lie, because I have $150,000,
And I want to go down on you, Erin: I want to go down on
You, Erin, because you are the only thing which is real.
Now pay attention, because I love you,
And you shall survive forever in my voice, if it should
Survive forever; and I want to buy you a house and live with
You for sometime in it, if you should still have the eyes which fancy
A kiss from me:
But like I said, I am drunk, so I do not know if
This is true, but I know who you are, because I
Have painted you in my novels like a salacious virgin,
And let you swim in my grottoes,
Because I love you, or the theory of your thighs
Opening like heavenly doors:
But what now should I write, in order to procure you,
Except that I love you, and when I look at pictures
Of you it makes me swell:
I love you, or the theory of your impermanence;
And I am sure I always will
(Which makes a rhyming couplet.)
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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There Was A Time When I Got Drunk
there was this time when
i got drunk and looked at
myself in the mirror to
check if the image was
really mine. I stared.
I liked what was in there.
I liked to stay something, but i just
passed by.
The mirror in the
comfort room happened
to be so silent, and
i was sort of like
a word misspelled
uncorrected,
just passing by,
unhampered.
Was it really me?
How handsome could i
be when i am drunk
and lonely.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hex
The Hex.
Where the village lane meets the main road there was
an ugly olive tree that looked like two crippled old men
trying helping each across the road, petrified by cars,
I used to stop and talk to the tree old but still bore fruit;
now it has been chopped down and will end up as winter
wood. No. I’m not a tree hugger but it annoyed me that
it was cut down as it was not in any ones way.
An old woman came down the lane she had a long nose
with a big hairy wart on and a sack of twigs slung on her
crocked back. “Tell me dear woman, why was this tree
executed? “Because it was ugly looked like two old men
trying to help each other across the road”, she said and
toothlessly laughed.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Handsome Devil
All the streets are crammed with things
Eager to be held
I know what hands are for
And i'd like to help myself
You ask me the time
But i sense something more
And i would like to give
What i think you're asking for
You handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
A boy in the bush
Is worth two in the hand
I think i can help you get through your exams
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
I crack the whip
And you skip
But you deserve it
You deserve it, deserve it, deserve it
And when we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
When we're in your scholarly room
Who will swallow whom ?
You handsome devil
Oh, let me get my hands
On your mammary glands
And let me get your head
On the conjugal bed
I say, i say, i say
There's more to life than books, you know
But not much more
Oh, there's more to life than books, you know
But not much more, not much more
Oh, you handsome devil
Oh, you handsome devil
Ow !
song performed by by Smiths
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Ugly
Crossed the path then I followed your face
It was hard to believe
It was hard to trace
I saw you today
Seems like I see you everyday
But theres something I figured out bout you
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
Im tellin you strait
So ugly
Dont make a mistake
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You aint no friend of mine
Cause your ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
When you smile or a frown
Im so tired of you bein around
Engaged in some sexual acts
Well Im just gonna have to tell you all the facts
What could that be about,
Well heres a clue
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh yeah
So ugly
Im tellin you strait
So ugly
Dont make a mistake
Cause your ugly
Im tellin you that
I say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
All the time
Ugly
You aint no friend of mine
Ugly
You could bet it on the bank
Say why why
Why would I lie to you
Why would I lie
Why would I lie
Your so ugly
La la la la
So ugly....
Gordon gano: guitar, lead vocal
Brian ritchie: acoustic bass guitar, electric bass,vocals
Victor delorenzo: snare drum and trancephone, vocals
Recorded at castle recording company, london
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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The Ugly Underneath
First theres the handshake
Its so warm that you could bake by it
Designed to take attention from their
Ugly underneath
Then theres the wedding
The co-ordinated bedding
And the fairy tale shredding
Boy its ugly underneath
After the pretty
Theres a gluttony of pity
On a cake called nitty gritty
And its ugly underneath
Did you ever try to prise away the mask
Go ahead, take a spoon and try
I can tell you its a herculean task
Go ahead, its okay to cry
What youre chewing ons the truth
And thats the hardest thing
To wash down with a glass of lemonade
The ugly underneath
The thing with politicians is
I wouldnt have suspicions
If I saw their worst positions
And their ugly underneath
But after all the voting
Suck away the sugar coating
Now theyve had you and theyre gloating
Boy its ugly underneath
Did you ever try to take away the wheel
Go ahead, take a fork and try
See the unattractive things that make us real
Go ahead, its okay to cry
What youve trodden ins the truth
And thats the hardest thing
To wash down with a glass of lemonade
song performed by by Xtc
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The Swan Song
Now I'm getting all fluffy for Bedtime Stories, this is how I see the Ugly Duckling in a Poem form, and I hope I do justice to the timeless classic by Hans Christian Anderson.
Do you remember?
The story of the
Ugly little bird
It was picked on
And trodden on because
Its plumage was plain
It grew up alone
Thinking it was
To clumsy to play
It watched with a tear
Alone and afraid
As winters and summers
Passed its lone life
It grew up with fear
And lived all alone
Accepting its life
It grew up that way
In the reeds of the marsh
But then one day
Hiding behind
The reeds of the marsh
It watched a swan land
In migration to pass
Graceful and pure
It bowed its handsome head
With grandeur and pride
He cocked his head held high
He swam to thro
To attract a new wife
And then just beyond
Behind the tall marsh reeds
He spotted the beauty
Alone and afraid
And it stopped in its wake
To bow its head
Just once more
At the confused ugly duckling
Behind the reeds of the mash
Taken by surprise
It cried in confusion of fear
Why do you mock me?
With your head so low
That only happens
When taking a wife
Said swan to the duckling
Its head still bowed low
Your beauty is wonder
Come now be my wife
Shaking its head
In cried in its rage
I am not a beauty
I cannot be your wife
Slowly it lifted
Its fine handsome head
Then said to the duckling
Look yonder my beauty
At your reflection ahead
Then looking at ripples
Where its teardrops fell
The ugly little duckling
Saw a swan instead
The handsome young swan
Once more bowed its head
I beseech thee my beauty
Be my wife, be my friend
Now a young swan
And duckling no more
It ruffled its feather
Its plumage snow white
Then bowing with tears
Her beauty so bright
Together they flew
As husband and wife
poem by Kaila George
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Tall, Dark Handsome Stranger
Im so tired of these men trying to
Impress me with nothing
The same old routine and the smooth
Fancy talking
Now I know and believe that I found
It for real
cos youre good and youre kind and
You care how I feel
I had a tall dark handsome stranger
Ive had the devil in disguise
Ive been attracted to the danger
But I was never satisfied
And I know what I like
And I like what I see in your eyes
Youre so beautiful
Ive been pushed Ive been pulled
Ive been put out and trod on
Just by taking my chances I finally
Caught on
When I see in your eyes all the love
Shining through
Im so glad I held out for somebody
Like you
I had a tall dark handsome stranger
Ive had the devil in disguise
Ive been attracted to the danger
But I was never satisfied
And I know what I like
And I like what I see in your eyes
Heaven must have sent you I know
Youre so good to me
I feel good with you
Id be such a fool to let you go
Theres something about you
I cant live without you
Ive had fast talking good looking men
At my door
Now Im a wiser woman than I was before
I had a tall dark handsome stranger
Ive had the devil in disguise
Ive been attracted to the danger
But I was never satisfied
And I know what I like
And I like what I see in your eyes
I had a tall dark handsome stranger
Ive had the devil in disguise
Ive been attracted to the danger
But I was never satisfied
And I know what I like
And I like what I see in your eyes
song performed by by Heart
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I Don't Drink Liquor Anymore...
i've been drunk many times
not just with wine
but with power
for which when i am sober
the guilt is eating me
over
and so
let me be frank with you
i do not drink anymore
that hard liquor
with those highly spirited vapor
why can't we just sit and let the time drink us
we be the drinks on the vessels of our emptiness
filled by the spirits of the wines
of the moment
let these talks take us
to the surprising places of our hearts
sincere and
illuminating like the early morning sun
arriving
where we are those greenest grass
taking in more
of those chlorophyll
we shall be drunk with our poetry
and dance with the music of our sorrows
let us share all these
on our highly improved
Tu Fu.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ugly Moods
Correction!
I did not say you were ugly.
Not in a physical way.
I meant you had ugly moments.
And you seem to bring them,
With you everyday.
No one denies,
You have looks for the eyes.
And if you kept your mouth shut sometimes...
You will find me more in your presence.
But it is your attitude,
That keeps me distanced.
And right now you are not being pleasant.
This is not the 'essence' I expected.
I am honest like that.
Do you want me to lie?
I did not say you were ugly.
You do have ugly moods.
And I can get very ugly myself...
That is how I recognize
That 'thing' I despise,
In you!
I do.
And two like us sharing that ugliness,
Do not need to be in the same room to feud.
I do not have to prove,
I can get uglier than you!
Even though that would be a challenge.
When you get through being so ugly...
Without your lips hanging down,
That's when I will come back around!
Have a good day!
Right now...
That is all I wish to you to say!
And yes...
You can be,
Very disagreeable and quite ugly!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neither handsome enough to kill nor ugly enough to frighten away.
Neither handsome enough to kill, nor ugly enough to frighten.