The Completists
You lured me with your diamond flower
you lured me with talk of still more talk
you lured me with caramelizing power
you lured me a lot.
Clearly lifeless bare feet
and dogs just trained to sniff
you saw him struggle and you saw him cease his struggling
you said we're halfway come and meet us
we're the completists.
You lured me with your bad intentions
you lured me with your Mexican pot
you lured me with desert dimensions
you lured me a lot.
You loaded up your gear so well
you can pack so tight
but I can still hear your tambourine
demeaning you through the night
don't wanna sound defeatist
but we're the 'complete-est'.
Intimate
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Music @ Work
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Falling Lame
I dreamt of becoming an actor,
Lured by the romantic field,
Lured by the airs they’d wield.
I dreamt of becoming a writer
Lured by the value they got.
I dreamt of many things
To become of and the time went out.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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No man of genuinely superior intelligence has ever been an actor. Even supposing a young man of appreciable mental powers to be lured upon the stage, as philosophers are occasionally lured into bordellos, his mind would be inevitably and almost immediately destroyed by the gaudy nonsense issuing from his mouth every night.
quote by H.L. Mencken
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To The Others
This was the gleam then that lured from far
Your son and my son to the Holy War:
Your son and my son for the accolade
With the banner of Christ over them, in steel arrayed.
All quiet roads of life ran on to this;
When they were little for their mother's kiss.
Little feet hastening, so soft, unworn,
To the vows and the vigil and the road of thorn.
Your son and my son, the downy things,
Sheltered in mother's breast, by mother's wings,
Should they be broken in the Lord's wars-Peace!
He Who has given them-are they not His?
Dream of knight's armour and the battle-shout,
Fighting and falling at the last redoubt,
Dream of long dying on the field of slain;
This was the dream that lured, nor lured in vain.
These were the Voices they heard from far;
Bugles and trumpets of the Holy War.
Your son and my son have heard the call,
Your son and my son have stormed the wall.
Your son and my son, clean as new swords;
Your man and my man and now the Lord's!
Your son and my son for the Great Crusade,
With the banner of Christ over them-our knights new-made.
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Maggie May
Wake up, maggie, I think I got some-thing to say to you:
Its late september and I really should be back at school.
I know I keep you amused, but I feel Im being used.
Oh, maggie, I couldnt have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone.
You stole my heart and thats what really hurts.
The morning sun, when its in your face really shows your age.
But that dont worry me none; in my eyes youre everything.
I laughed at all of your jokes, my love you didnt need to coax,
Oh, maggie I couldnt have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone.
You stole my soul thats a pain I can do without.
All I need was a friend to lend a guiding hand.
But you turned into a lover and mother what a lover your wore me out.
All you did was wreck my bed, and in the morning kick me in the head,
Oh, maggie I couldnt have tried any more.
You lured me away from home, cause you didnt want to be alone.
You stole my heart I couldnt leave you if I tried.
I suppose I could collect my books and get back to school.
Or steal my daddys cue and make a living out of playing pool.
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helping hand,
Oh, maggie, I wish Id never seen your face.
You made a first class fool out of me,
But Im as blind as a fool can be.
You stole my heart, but I love you anyway.
Maggie, I wish I never seen your face.
Ill get on back home one of these days.
song performed by by Counting Crows
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Maggie May
(rod stewart / martin quittenton)
Wake up maggie I think I got something to say to you
Its late september and I really should be back at school
I know I keep you amused but I feel Im being used
Oh maggie I couldnt have tried any more
You lured me away from home just to save you from being alone
You stole my heart and thats what really hurt
The morning sun when its in your face really shows your age
But that dont worry me none in my eyes youre everything
I laughed at all of your jokes my love you didnt need to coax
Oh, maggie I couldnt have tried any more
You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
You stole my soul and thats a pain I can do without
All I needed was a friend to lend a guiding hand
But you turned into a lover and
Mother what a lover, you wore me out
All you did was wreck my bed
And in the morning kick me in the head
Oh maggie I couldnt have tried anymore
You lured me away from home cause you didnt want to be alone
You stole my heart I couldnt leave you if I tried
I suppose I could collect my books and get on back to school
Or steal my daddys cue and make a living out of playing pool
Or find myself a rock and roll band that needs a helpin hand
Oh maggie I wish Id never seen your face
You made a first-class fool out of me
But Im as blind as a fool can be
You stole my heart but I love you anyway
Maggie I wish Id never seen your face
Ill get on back home one of these days
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Lured To Get Involved
Lured to get involved,
With an unleashing that tempts...
The flowing of a little bit of wickedness.
Then abandoned...
As if a mission has been accomplished.
That's how the demon plays,
To get the unconscious...
To betray themselves.
Fixed smiles of approval,
Begins with an attention given.
As an openness to discuss,
Disgusting issues one spews...
Is trusted.
And a deceit,
Thought by one not seeing it...
Becomes believed,
Is a show of bona fide sincerity.
Lured to get involved,
With an unleashing that tempts...
The flowing of a little bit of wickedness.
Then abandoned...
As if a mission has been accomplished.
That's how the demon plays,
To get the unconscious...
To betray themselves.
And effective they are in the doing!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It’s raining bargains-
Buy just two and get seven eh,
Lured, cupboards flooded...
quote by by Mamta Agarwal
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A committee is a cul-de-sac down which ideas are lured and then quietly strangled.
quote by Barnett Cocks (1907)
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We may have lured judges into roaming at large in the constitutional field.
quote by Warren E. Burger
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The Wild Side Of Life
( w. warren / a. carter)
You wouldnt read my letters if I wrote them
You ask me not to call you on the phone
But theres something Ive been waiting for to tell you
So I wrote it in the words of this song
Chorus:
I didnt know God made honky tonk angels
I might have known youd never make a wife
You gave up the only one that ever loved you
And went on back to the wild side of life
The glamour of the gay nightlife has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be somebody elses baby
And forget the truest love youll ever know
(chorus)
The glamour of the gay nightlife has lured you
To the places where the wine and liquor flow
Where you wait to be somebody elses baby
And forget the truest love youll ever know
(chorus)
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Rihana
I am coming back
with the girl who lured
the city with her song
I grabbed her
As she oozed down
from the disco party
And just like her painted hairs
I yearned to be free
while rooted in her..
the strands of her hair used to
dance with all the rogue winds..
I have to steal
the menstrual blood of spring
to redden her lips
that were charred
by the kiss of summer
There is only a single room
in the thatched house
when I returned with the girl
who lured the city with her song
Sitting on its steps
that are plastered dry with cow dung
May be I will blacken her hair
with medicated oil.
During noontimes,
while I comb
and count her hairs one by one,
I will put to death
the lice I find there
and will claim that her body
was solely my own home
While thus crossing boredom
once, when I find a grey hair
from her head
Maybe I will pluck them all out
without her knowing it
When she comes to know of it
Maybe she will paint
those strands of her hair,
But never will she attempt
to lure the cities again.
poem by Sujeesh nm92
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Rationalism and Newtonian science has lured us into dark woods, but a new metaphysics can rescue us.
quote by Huston Smith
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In the shell
Lured by me,
You moved towards me.
With no harm,
We were in perfect form.
Smelt by some,
You withdrew your tentacles.
Now you are in the shell,
Smelling, though not seeing me
PKD 2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Woman only lures by image
When a woman in television reads news,
Men survey her features more than her words.
When a man does, women are not keen
For his looks. She is lured by his voice.
Woman is, who hooks
men by her looks.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Yet both are safe.
He is very much attached to his wife
And it does not prevent him from straying.
She is much attached to her husband
And yet is lured by men to slip from line.
Both will not let it grow to an extent
Of breaking their home so they can be safe.
03.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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BBC and Nick Griffin (the Question-Time Massacre)
They lured him on to television
And silenced him with their derision,
He was scarcely able to utter a word -
Democracy? Don't be absurd! !
He's hardly what you'd call PC,
Just cannon fodder for the BBC,
To hell with the bloody BNP
And long live good old Hypocrisy! !
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Good, she isn’t young.
.
I pity for my friend
Who left her wife young
Having met an accident.
Lured by all sort of men,
She is tottering
On a slippery road.
I am fortunate
That my wife is pretty old.
I can die in peace
26.06.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Baited With Sweet Talk
Baited with sweet talk she thought,
Sugared and creamed...
Would smoke screen her demons.
It was obvious then as it's apparent right now...
She's quick with her lips to tell a lie
And with just the right flavor...
Can show another how!
She bathes in delusions,
So clear she does this well.
Those who know her have come to the conclusion.
She's not well...
But she is under her own fantasizing spell.
And she is nuts!
With a corrupted nuttiness one is lured to trust!
Baited with sweet talk she thought,
She is often asked to teach lessons she's been taught!
By those believing every word from her...
And every thing about her that is sought!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Either way is she hit.
Lured by money in lump sum
To turn a hostile witness
To the murder of her husband,
She was in a dilemma
Whether to accept or not.
Her children's future threatens.
Her husband's soul haunts.
Either way she will be hit.
Yet she would see her kids
11.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I came to America to become an architect. And somewhere along the line while I was still in school, I was lured into theater, and that's how I became interested in theater. My first play was something called ""A Banquet for the Moon."" It was a weird play.