The Ballad Of Betsy
Betsy now pulls the cart towards sweet home that day
Her size makes pulling baby carts as mere child's play
She's huge, a Labrador, obtained from Russian friend
Trained by cop, we'll call Tim - that isn't his real name
Tim can slug between the eyes crooks across the street
His temper's short, but long the distance he'd shoot straight
His baby, Betsy pulls in cart as they would stroll
Today could be the day, she waits maternal call
So many pats, did Tim bestow on Betsy's head
As due reward for deeds of bravery she'd made
To Betsy it's worth all to life and what it brought
And with her newborn pups, she's bound for added worth
One fateful day, as Tim was out, the stork came in,
And for Betsy it looks like Fate did show her grin,
But as her seventh pup was out, a wolf came by
It bit the baby that so loud it now did cry
Still in maternity, she sprang to guard duty
To give battle, protect her tuft, succeed ably
She'd killed the wolf, at last, but not without its price
Bloodied and stained, she hardly moves from where she lies
But worse is for the fox that now nary is seen,
Concealed in undergrowth from where it once had been
The stench of death will fill the air in future days
Or else its rotted corpse thereat forever stays
As Tim arrives, she thought a pat would ease her pain
She whined a bit to point out to where she'd lain
Tim saw the baby bleeding red from dangling arm
And felt the matching blood on Betsy's face still warm
To Tim this meant a smoking gun that he has found
As victim and the culprit were all still around
Ten years of Police work taught him to act now fast
He struck at Betsy who just stared feeling aghast
The pat that Betsy yearned now came, but seemed too hard
It split her skull and felt as though there flew a shard
Her pups, too, Tim held nothing back, he game them all
She watched with mournful eyes as last of them did fall
She stared at Tim with eyes where now fresh blood had sprung
As if to say, "If you'd kill me, please spare my young, "
"I've only done the best I can, if not enough,
Then punish me, but please, let live a single pup."
Times that Tim's been judge, jury, executioner
Verdict's been slug between the eyes of whomever
A welcome thought for Betsy to befall that fate
When life has got more stings than even Death itself
Betsy now moves hardly from where she lies
It's been a year ago, yet Tim secretly cries
Her bones nary will know why man could make those slips
Or why often heroes would die in sinking ships.
poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes
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Ballad Of Ole Betsy
Betsy, betsy, ahhhhh
She was born in 32, and was she ever pretty
She rode a freight train west, all the way from detroit city
Betsys seen more places than Ill ever hope to see
Betsys been more loyal than any friend could be
With some she traveled fast, with others it was slow
Betsys seen them all, shed seen them come and go
She must have had some others before I finally met her
And now that shes all mine, theyd better just forget her
Betsy was a lady and that she will remain
Betsy took some beatings but she never once complained
She had a classic beauty that everyone could see
I was the last to meet her, but she gave her life to me
She may be rusted iron, but to me shes solid gold
And I just cant hold the tears back
cause betsys growing old
song performed by by Beach Boys
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I'm Sick Of You
I'm sick of you ( Pop / Williamson )
Goodbye Betsy im goin' away
I'm sick of you and there aint no way
Dont want to know, dont want to see
Dont you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your Mom and sick of your Dad
Yeah and Betsy,
its sad but true,
now im even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love
No way for our love
Cuz im sick of You.
Good bye Betsy im going away.
Sick of you and i dont wanna stay
Dont want to know, dont want to see
Dont you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your mom and sick of your Dad
Yes and Betsy its sad but true
Now im even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love,
No way for our love
Cuz im sick of you
Every evening and every day,
Seem to always turn out this way,
To get an end
I better find new love,
then you'll pay,
then youll pay,
aint no way.
Cuz im sick of you.
Goodbye Betsy im going away,
Sick of you and i dont wanna stay
Dont want to know , dont want to see
dont you ever, bother me ....
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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I Did Not Build This House
I did not build this house alone
Upon foundations of folly
Wood floors have split and groan
Knotty planks creep
Out the front door
Beyond walls stretched
Over mossy stone
I did not build this house alone
The symbiots fed it
As they were nourished
Engorged like an unborn child
Who stretches and kicks it
Then, vacates it for a while
This house whose pathways
Were fed by blood and breath
Humming and pumping
Beating and strumming
Dancing the rhythm of life
and death.
I did not build this house
It has morphed and grown
Then alas, has shrunk again
as now I am alone.
Betsy Schreiber © 2009
poem by Betsy Schreiber
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Sea Ballad - From
“HOW many?” said our good Captain.
“Twenty sail and more.”
We were homeward bound,
Scudding in a gale with our jib towards the Nore.
Right athwart our tack,
The foe came thick and black,
Like Hell-birds and foul weather—you might count them by the score.
The Betsy Jane did slack
To see the game in view.
They knew the Union-Jack,
And the tyrant’s flag we knew!
Our Captain shouted “Clear the decks!” and the Bo’sun’s whistle blew.
Then our gallant Captain,
With his hand he seiz’d the wheel,
And pointed with his stump to the middle of the foe.
“Hurray, lads, in we go!”
(You should hear the British cheer,
Fore and aft.)
“There are twenty sail,” sang he,
“But little Betsy Jane bobs to nothing on the sea!”
(You should hear the British cheer,
Fore and aft.)
“See you ugly craft
With the pennon at her main!
Hurrah, my merry boys,
There goes the Betsy Jane!”
(You should hear the British cheer,
Fore and aft.)
The foe, he beats to quarters, and the Russian bugles sound;
And the little Betsy Jane she leaps upon the sea.
“Port and starboard!” cried our Captain;
“Pay it in, my hearts!” sang he.
“We ’re old England’s sons,
And we ’ll fight for her to-day!”
(You should hear the British cheer.
Fore and aft.)
“Fire away!”
In she runs,
And her guns
Thunder round.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Standing In the Clearest Rain
The clearest rain
trickles down my nose
And runs into the dry cracks
Through dripping hair
Seeps into my bones,
Reflecting lights flash ….red and white
Humming a silent incision
As they swing… white and red.
They sparkle in the droplets
winking secrets unseen
By the guilty bystanders
Who must look beyond
Their red and white and
Truncated fields of vision
While the clearest rain
And warm tunes dance
Red and white and
Swing white and red again
Whose beams bang
Out a jig on the tube
Then, leave an inky stain
On smoldering ice cubes
I stand immoble
While the clearest rain
Washes down the pain.
Betsy Schreiber (c) 2009 Glen Head, New York
poem by Betsy Schreiber
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Things at home are crossways, and Betsy and I are out.
quote by Will Carleton
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The Fornicator
Ye jovial boys, who love the joys,
The blissful joys of lovers,
And dare avow wi' dauntless brow,
Whate'er the lass discovers;
I pray draw near, and you shall hear,
And welcome in a frater,
I've lately been in quarantine,
A proven fornicator.
Before the congregation wide
I pass'd the muster fairly,
My handsome Betsy by my side,
We gat our ditty rarely.
My downcast eye, by chance did spy
What made my mouth to water,
Those limbs so clean, where I between,
Commenced a fornicator.
Wi' ruefu' face, and signs o' grace,
I paid the buttock hire;
The night was dark, and thro' the park,
I couldna but convoy her.
A parting kiss, what could I less ;
My vows began to scatter,
Sweet Betsy fell, fal, lal, de ral,
And I'm a fornicator.
But by the sun and moon I swear,
And I'll fulfill ilk hair o't,
That while I own a single crown,
She's welcome to a share o't.
My roguish boy, his mother's joy,
And darling of his pater,
I for his sake, the name will take,
A hardened fornicator.
poem by Robert Burns
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Today the American knight holds the commercial supremacy of the world.
quote by Betsy Ross
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The Bleeding
Patrick Breen, Alexandra Chando, Charlie Hewson, Betsy Aidem, Nina Lisandrello
by Philip Gelatt from The Bleeding (2010)
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Do You Know How Dangerous It Is?
*It is you who have placed,
Your denials on trial.
It is your doubts about truth,
You refused to accept.
And the existence of it in your mind,
Is not permitted with admission...
To seek a depth.
It is you who chose to sit and wait,
For that knocking on your door...
That came and now feared.
Is it too late?
To change a fate?
Yet it is you who allowed it to follow you home.
With declarations from you,
That in time it will disappear.
Like the noise from your neighbors.
But then a silence scares you to be alone.
And since it has not disappeared from you,
Fear has consumed every thought in your own atmosphere.
You can't even go to sleep at night,
Without feeling the presence of fear near.*
'Ahhhhhh.....! '
~WOMAN? What's wrong with you? ~
'I saw a shadow. It was there...
Right behind you! '
~Really?
And did it have slippers and pajamas on?
Carrying a beverage with snacks?
I'm coming from the kitchen.
More than likely that shadow belonged to me.
You want some chips and cookies?
Or just the chips? ~
'Do you know how dangerous it is?
To be eating at this time of night?
Go back!
You've left on the hall light.
And you talk about 'my' eating habits?
Did you set the alarm? '
~Maybe I wont have to if it falls to sleep! ~
'Oh you got jokes, huh?
It always pays to double check.
And today,
Three or four times aint enough! '
~How old are these cookies? ~
'What do you insinuate now? '
~You need to stop watching the news so much.
Or turn to another channel,
That doesn't glorify crime or vampire movies.~
*And now from the crime scene,
We have Betsy Moon with updates.
Betsy? You're looking good enough to eat this evening.*
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A lot of people think I'm that guy in 'Betsy's Wedding', but I'm not. What it is for me is that, on some level, I connect with the character emotionally.
quote by Anthony LaPaglia
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Lucky Bastard
Don McManus, Jay Paulson, Betsy Rue, Chris Wylde, Catherine Annette, Lee Kholafai
from Lucky Bastard (2014)
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Saw VI
Tobin Bell, Costas Mandylor, Mark Rolston, Betsy Russell, Shawnee Smith
from Saw VI (2009)
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A Story for Rose on the Midnight Flight to Boston
Until tonight they were separate specialties,
different stories, the best of their own worst.
Riding my warm cabin home, I remember Betsy's
laughter; she laughed as you did, Rose, at the first
story. Someday, I promised her, I'll be someone
going somewhere and we plotted it in the humdrum
school for proper girls. The next April the plane
bucked me like a horse, my elevators turned
and fear blew down my throat, that last profane
gauge of a stomach coming up. And then returned
to land, as unlovely as any seasick sailor,
sincerely eighteen; my first story, my funny failure.
Maybe Rose, there is always another story,
better unsaid, grim or flat or predatory.
Half a mile down the lights of the in-between cities
turn up their eyes at me. And I remember Betsy's
story, the April night of the civilian air crash
and her sudden name misspelled in the evening paper,
the interior of shock and the paper gone in the trash
ten years now. She used the return ticket I gave her.
This was the rude kill of her; two planes cracking
in mid-air over Washington, like blind birds.
And the picking up afterwards, the morticians tracking
bodies in the Potomac and piecing them like boards
to make a leg or a face. There is only her miniature
photograph left, too long now for fear to remember.
Special tonight because I made her into a story
that I grew to know and savor.
A reason to worry,
Rose, when you fix an old death like that,
and outliving the impact, to find you've pretended.
We bank over Boston. I am safe. I put on my hat.
I am almost someone going home. The story has ended.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Chain Letter
Nikki Reed, Keith David, Brad Dourif, Ling Bai, Betsy Russell
from Chain Letter (2010)
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We're not thoughtless empty-headed people who don't have memories anymore. But we are becoming particularly adept at remembering where to go find things. And that's kind of amazing.
Betsy Sparrow in Google Effects on Memory (2011)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Saw 3D
Tobin Bell, Cary Elwes, Costas Mandylor, Betsy Russell, Sean Patrick Flanery
by Patrick Melton, Marcus Dunstan from Saw 3D (2010)
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Winter Song
From their northeast source the sour wind roars
Bear gifts fresh from the valley waters.
Hallow echoes strip pennsylvania mountain walls
With their corsets and their old betsy ruffle
And their slips with pearly white.
They stand bulging up against the screen door,
A banshee good night.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
While summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls you through the door.
The limp milk tramp cries metal-flake tears.
They drip like honey down
You lay watchin them off. eat a hole in his cloth.
Hell ask, but he dont beg.
Said Id like to the mademoiselle
Who holds the keys to all these doors around the waist
And rings the bell.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
Summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls you through the door.
With scufflin sound, the knot-voiced matron makes her rounds,
Knockin on each and every door.
With a look like white heat, she sways, salty, sweet
And leads me cross her persian floor.
She squeeze my hand and before her I stood.
I was scared. it was dark, but it was good.
Summers sweet and she brings me water,
But give me winter, that old icy whore.
While summer lies meek and follows orders,
Winter cries me! and pulls me through her door.
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Dog Food
Pop
Im hanging around that same old scene
My girlfriend betsy shes just fourteen
Theres nothing better for me to do
Im living on dog food
Dog food is so good for you
It makes you strong and clever too
Dog food is a current craze
Eat some every day
I chew up my sunday mirror
I read about the rich I fear
Dog food is my whole life
Dog food composes my wife
Yum yum yum - woof woof woof - arf arf
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Gonna Get Better
(bonnie tyler/ paul hopkins)
Producers for bonnie: steve lipson $ betsy cooke
Recorded in 1981 as a b-side for the single sayonara tokyo, and was later used as the b-side for faster than the speed of night in 1983. the two versions are actually quite different, but the same production credits are given for both. lyrics taken from careful listening.
Im sat here all alone
Here in my one room home
No one comes round no more
No one knocks on my door
Was high, then came the fall
The tax man took it all
I didnt play the rules
I was a careless fool
But its gonna get better
Feel it in my bones
Just got to hold you cause Im all alone
I need your touch
I need you here to stay
This time Ill never let you get away
They laughed at all my jokes
Look around, where are those crazy folks?
I think of real good times
Those wasted partying nights
Just bring your loving home
Dont waste love on the phone
I love you yes its true
Hells what Ive been going through
Therell be more ups and downs
Please make that turn around
Not that weve played away
Youre coming home to stay
And its gonna get better
Feel it in my bones
Just got to hold you cause Im all alone
I need your touch
I need you here to stay
Never ever gonna let you get away
Feel it in my bones
Feel it in my bones
cause Im all alone
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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