Villa Rosie
PRACTISE DOESN'T MAKE PERFECT WHEN YOU'RE INTERBREEDING
SPEAKING DRIVEL CAN IT GET CONFUSED WITH HEAVY BREATHING
MIXING DRINKS AT WATER HOLES GET SNARLED UP IN THE SUBURBS
MEANDERING THROUGH THIS AND THAT YOU ARE SUSPECTED OF VAGUENESS
WHEN WORK IS DONE
song performed by by Blur from Modern Life Is Rubbish
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To Become Suspected
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To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
And you
Say you're happy
I can say,
I'm doing well myself
But you
Wont believe
I've seen you...
Sneaking with somebody else.
Doo doo doo doo doo
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo dooo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do-beep)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-doo-doo doo)
To become suspected
(Doo-doo-do beep)
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
I give you no reason
To become suspected
Do I give you reason
To become suspected
There are no clues from which to choose
To become suspected
Doo doo doo do doooooooohhh!
You
Say you love me
And you
Say you've always cared
And you
Never showed me a reason...
To become suspected.
No reason for pleasin'
To become suspected
How could I leave you
To become suspected...
As two people can suspect too!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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All Along
Sometimes what we think is perfect love
Turns out not to be so perfect after all
After years of trying to make it work
It doesn't work at all
Looking back in our life to see
Where we might of gone wrong
We realize the person we left behind
Was the right one all along
poem by David Kush
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The Ant
A sixty feet long ant
With a hat on its head,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant pulling a cart
Full of penguins and ducks
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
An ant speaking French,
Speaking Latin and Javanese,
That doesn’t exist, that doesn’t exist.
Hey! Why not?
poem by Robert Desnos from Storysongs (Chantefables) (1945), translated by Dan CostinaÅŸ
Submitted by Dan CostinaÅŸ
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The Glow
The glow, the glow!
Amazing show.
You always seem to know,
Where it should go,
I want to learn how to make it glow,
I practise, I practise, I am slow.
But with your work I do know,
Reach out and touch the glow.
You Can't Make What Doesn't Work
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
I want to say that,
You can't make what doesn't work...
For me exist.
When my happiness,
Doesn't depend on it.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I stood...
Up on my own two feet.
No you can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If with a faith I took risks,
And decided that my own life I would live.
I have my own beliefs,
That satisifies my every need.
The memories that I keep,
Reminds me how I got to stand up..
On my own two feet.
Oh...
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is a waste of effort.
So, if it doesn't work for you,
Why do you wish to prove...
What it is that I do,
Is to me a disservice.
You can't make what doesn't work,
For me exist.
If it is clear to me,
My life's just fine without it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Confused
I am confused with love and fear.
I am confused with the taste of my tear.
I am confused of where I'll go.
I am confused of what I'll know.
I am confused of whos my family.
I am confused of what makes me happy.
I am confused by what I do.
I am confused of what's true.
I am confused by your touch.
I am confused oh so much.
poem by Jean Pullman
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Work To Make It Work
(r palmer)
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve it
Push it along
It's all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you can't deal with
Ain't no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy
Ah push
Work work work to make it work push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
Don't confine your dreams to bed
You'll get scared if you get lazy
If you can't take enough to satisfy yourself
Then you'll go crazy
Wont do no good thinking
You got to do it
So it don't come easy the first time
Practice makes perfect, you know that i'll try hard
Use it or lose it
You got to put your heart and soul into it
Yeaheheh
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to move it
Push it along
Work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
It's all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you can't deal with
Ain't no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy forget wishful thinking
You can do it
You just need a push to make a start
If you don't succeed the first time
Try and try again
Use it or lose it
You got to put your back into it
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to move it
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to move it
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
song performed by by Robert Palmer
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Perfect poem
I have sat for hours, tryna write the perfect poem
what is the perfect poem?
Because it is the poem I am not knowing
does it involve some kind of perfect flowing?
Between me and you I dont believe it does
people, poets may believe it should.
It could?
But could it make it perfect?
So perfect like there would be no next?
Like there could be no better?
Should it rime? Or be in a structure of a letter
sayin dear who ever?
Should I make a comparisson in the weather?
describing the superiority of the sunshine
over the rain that hasnt yet came?
As I look at the sun my magic powers have begun
taking the day to another level, playing the devil
I can make the rivers overflow, or make it snow
telling the sun what to do,
directing it north or south, all about
saying sun move to east or
mayby its best to move to west
and get hotter, hotter and hotter
I can tell the rain to come and make it wet.
But.
I havnt said anything yet
because I am finding it is blinding my eyes
speaking to the sun
as an angel tells me not to say go
but I say go bringing the rain making a rainbow
God looks out of his window
seeing
white, black, brown even red blue and yellow
every colour combining creating beautiful work
what is the perfect poem?
Its the one we paint as one to change our world.
poem by Daniel McCann
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Undertow
I know what I wanted
I know what I wanted
I hnow how I wanted this to be
You go down to the water
Drink down of the water
Walk up off the water, leave it be
This is not my time, brother
It is cold in heaven
And Im not sprouting wings.
Im drowning
Me
Im drowning
Me, yeah
Brother can you see those birds?
They dont look to heaven
They dont need religion, they can see
They go down to the water
Drink down on the water
Fly up off the water, leave it be
This is not my time, sister
It is cold in heaven
And no ones coming after me
Im drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me
Breathing ourselves
Im drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me, yeah
You know I am tired
Cold and bony tired
Nothings gonna save me, I can see
I cant say Im fearful
I cant say Im not afraid
But I am not resisting, I can see
I dont need a heaven
I dont need religion
I am in the place where I should be
I am breathing water
I am breathing water
You know a bodys got to breathe
Im drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me
Breathing ourselves
Im drowning
Breathing ourselves
Me, yeah
song performed by by REM
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Work To Make It Work 99
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve it
Push it along
Its all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you cant deal with
Aint no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy
Ah push
Work work work to make it work push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
Dont confine your dreams to bed
Youll get scared if you get lazy
If you cant take enough to satisfy yourself
Then youll go crazy
Wont do no good thinking
You got to do it
So it dont come easy the first time
Practice makes perfect, you know that Ill try hard
Use it or lose it
You got to put your heart and soul into it
Yeaheheh
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to move it
Push it along
Work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
Its all there for you to feel it
Help your self to one that you cant deal with
Aint no way that you could steal it
You misunderstand if you get greedy forget wishful thinking
You can do it
You just need a push to make a start
If you dont succeed the first time
Try and try again
Use it or lose it
You got to put your back into it
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to move it
Push it along
Work work work to make it work
Push it along
Work work work if you want to improve
Work work work to m
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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I Dont Wonna Know
I dont wonna know
I dont wonna know
Your eyes were covered
In sunglasses
When they first met mine
I sat there and started at you
You didnt seem to mind
The arkward ways we meet
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I dont wonna know
I never cared how I dressed before
But I cared that night
Anticipation ran through my bones
And my clothes never fit right
I cant wait till we meet again
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I dont wonna know
Framed pictures start to appear on the walls
Constant visits while Im out on the road
Its hard to leave sometimes
But you know where I lay my head at night
First comes heavy breathing
Staring at the ceiling
What will happen next
I dont wonna know
I dont wonna know
(I dont wonna know)
First comes heavy breathing
(First comes heavy breathing)
Staring at the ceiling
(staring at the ceiling)
What will happen next
I dont wonna know
I dont wonna know
song performed by by New Found Glory
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Rob And Paul The Builders
It's been said you'll find a builder on almost every street
I know of two from Upwey Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith
They often work together though sometimes on their own
And through the mountain suburbs as builders they are known.
Ask Denise Housiaux about them she says how great they are
That to find their very equals one would have to travel far
They built her house in Kallista she heaps upon them praise
A good job earns you more work and in the long run pays.
Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith proud of the work they do
The job that is hard on one man is made easier by two
Throughout the mountain suburbs good reports of them abound
Of Rob and Paul the builders the word has gone around.
Rob Leerveld and Paul Monteith different as chalk and cheese
Yet in each others company they seem so much at ease
There must be truth in the saying that opposites agree
For they go well together and work in harmony.
The Dutchman and the Aussie quite different it would seem
But when they work together they make a mighty team
And it's true you'll find a builder on almost every street
But you won't find any better than Leerveld and Monteith.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Don't try to be somebody you're not because it doesn't work. If you try to be this perfect person or perfect persona of what you think that somebody should be when they're involved in public office, it's just not going to work. Just be yourself, stay true to your core values, and really just stay abreast of the issues.
quote by Ben Quayle
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Vagueness is at times an indication of nearness to a perfect truth.
quote by Charles Ives
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Perfect For Me
Perfect For Me Reprised
Written by: Wilfred Mellers some time ago
So you’ve gained an extra pound
It doesn’t really mean I don’t want you around
So the close you wore might fit you tight
It doesn’t mean a thing when we turn out the light
I get your point of view
There’s no one I love more than you
You fit me to a tee my guide
There’s no place I’d rather be than right here by your side
I thank God above, for you are the one I love
I thank my lucky star, just because you are
You may not be perfect, but you’re perfect for me
You may not be perfect, but with you I want to be
Sometimes we may argue, fuss, and fight
I will always be your shining Knight
We may not agree on everything
Only you can make the flowers bloom in spring
Joy is what you’re make of
You’re the only one I love
And for every felt heartache
You’re still every breath I take
While making love I feel my body shake
Each time we kiss I feel the earthquake
When I’m with you my soul is so awake
Loving you could never be a mistake
From the day you were born you are perfection
Beauty true incarnate from conception
I have found my satisfaction
With you love is my only option
Any fool that’s ever had a heart can see we’ll never part
To measure my love it would be off the chart
Finer you are than symphonies by Mozart
You’ve always been to me a work of art
poem by Wilfred Mellers
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A Cozy Nation
I make a practised drivel to be drained,
Please do not overlook the primary colours
That sustain my vision with drivel, to be duty.
Bowl the innocence into the alley of trouble
To defeat with honour the curses, the lies.
Now it cancelled the pleasure, the drivel,
It returns however and displeases profoundly,
As a directive it is weird, it cancels.
The connection has been realised,
It is no worry, it is not any worry,
The real vehicle of displeasure may be flown
Not driven, not expelled can be the vehicle.
In the show of veins, the human body is the ultimate
Vehicle of driving quality.
The body is the deputy to the brain,
A processor is both, even the brain is a microprocessor,
Spelling is readily accomplished, by my tailor,
Who operated with agencies of intelligence.
One fishes the scandal of this time,
With the intellectual agency, a particular organization
That trains and stares, with affectation it constructs.
This made men cry, all over.
But only patience stared back at this intelligent nation,
A cozy nation, free from drivel.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I didn't work hard to make Ruby perfect for everyone, because you feel differently from me. No language can be perfect for everyone. I tried to make Ruby perfect for me, but maybe it's not perfect for you. The perfect language for Guido van Rossum is probably Python.
quote by Yukihiro Matsumoto
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A woman’s loss
A mother to her son is no more a repute
If her modesty is suspected.
A wife to her husband is no more cute
If her fidelity is suspected.
A daughter to her father is no more worth
If her virginity is suspected.
To gain their love and affection,
A woman has to sublimate her passion.
13.09.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Beautiful Ocean
Blue gill in the lake of my childhood
Underneath the burning sugarcane of my childhood
Which I never truly saw:
Nor were there stolen bicycles in the canal,
Or rabbits holes to housewives bedrooms
I could not even interpret what I thought of you
Lost in the scars and sweats over all of
Those meandering afternoons the visions of
A Cyclops introduced to the kaleidoscope you
Can tell he is enamored and his senses
Have been turned it pigs, and yet
The beautiful ocean opens all around him like
A flower the rest of the heroes escape into
Her classes- and he doesn’t even care.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Sorry I Am Not Perfect
I'm sorry for lying
I'm sorry for trying
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry for dying
I'm sorry Mom
I'm sorry Dad
I'm sorry for being bad.
I'm sorry not being a good lad.
I'm sorry for disobeying
I'm sorry for being dishonest
I'm sorry for being so churlish
Although I never said sorry
This is one way for being so naughty.
I may not be the perfect daughter.
I may not be the perfect sister.
I may not be even a perfect friend.
But I am not a perfect women.
My body isn't perfect.
My speech isn't perfect..
My work isn't perfect...
Why aren't I perfect?
poem by Monica Rose
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