It Could Get Much Hotter~
It could get hotter with discovery...
With the finding of all of your wires
And your sockets extra goodies
Your timers and electronic ears;
Yes, Buster, it could get hotter
Perhaps with the exposing of your innate greed...
A hedonist drowning in his own arrogance;
If all of your blueprints are found
And gone over with a fine tooth comb...
Where your motive was simply the coveting
Of other people's gold at the end of their rainbow;
It could get much, much hotter, Buster!
If your San Diego connection is blown
Or that little spark in Surprise, AZ
Jus' B Coz comes into view...;
When your group of circuits are exposed
To the natural light of day
And your ratty DNA is all over the batteries
And plugs of your once stealth activities...
When your journals and logs of our activity
Are found-with dates & details of our being
Home or gone...
And some very old condiments still taste
Of your bitter pill are found and tested;
Yes, Buster, it could get much, much hotter!
So throw that prop bible out the window...
Along with: all of your: 'God Bless you always'
For you talk out of both sides of your mouth
And Hypocrisy has found its' newest king-in you...!
Hot enough yet, Buster?
By: Theodora Onken
August 4,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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Meltdown
(young - young)
I look at my watch to find out the right time of the day
I look at her libido hey hey hey
I gotta get up and climb her, to roll her on the hay
Makin a sweat, temperature rise all through the day
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
I got a feelin in my bones
I been rackin my brains out all night long
Stokin up the fire take it right up to the wire
Burnin on and on burnin on
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
Man its getting hot hot
Getting hot around here
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Its a meltdown
Meltdown
Man its getting hot hot hot
I said man its getting hot hot hot
Its getting hotter and hotter
And hotter and hotter
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
Its a meltdown, gonna burn, its a meltdown
I said burn down
Its a meltdown, meltdown, meltdown
Its a meltdown, its a meltdown
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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Bags Of Fun With Buster
Performed by johnny japes and his jesticles. recorded for viz
Comics, written and produced by andy partridge, neville farmer,
And dave gregory, and featuring john otway.
Whos that dragging what looks like a pink sack of spanners down the road?
His swollen folly on a supermarket trolley to alleviate the load
Testicular tomfoolery
To the rescue of humanity
It looks a lot of balls to me
Fun and japes and merry frolics
With buster gonads bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with buster
And his super scrotal cluster
Whos that lad with his cobblers clad in a disguise of some form?
When the cosmic power of a meteorite shower made them swell beyond the norm
Now here he comes to save mankind
His enormous nuts not far behind
And theyre not the salted kind
He cures mutes and alcoholics
When they first see his bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with buster
And his super scrotal cluster
Theres bags of fun with buster
See them shine with evil lustre
Buster! watch out for that revolving door
Ooh buster! they look so incredibly sore
Buster! especially as you drag them through that powerful
Cleaning agent someone spilled upon the floor
Ooh buster! why do you let your sack swing so low?
Sax swing solo? yeah!
Fun and japes and merry frolics
With buster gonads bulbous bouncing . . .
Bags of fun with buster
And his super scrotal cluster
Doctor who could defeat the daleks
If he had busters swinging space age . . .
Bags of fun with buster
And his double sputnik thruster
Bags of fun with buster
Just to stroke them would disgust her
Bags of fun with buster
If she held them would you trust her?
Bags of fun with buster
Loads more balls than general custer
Bags of fun with buster
Lots more scrots than you could muster
song performed by by Xtc
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Hotter Than Hell
Some like the violence
Some like submission
Some like aggression
Some use a bullet in the head to be brave
Some like the evil
Some need the power
Some bleed in vain
Some get a bullet in the head instead
Some got to go
Some play the role
Some scream out in horror just for show
Some got no reason
Some got no hope
Some like it hot
Some like it hot
We like it hot
We like it hotter, hotter than hell
Like hotter, we like it, um we like, um we like hot
Some like violence
Some like submission
Some use aggression
Some use a bullet in the head to be brave
Some got to go
Some play the role
Some scream out in horror just for show
Some got no reason
Some got no hope
Some like it hot
Some like it hot
We like it hot
We like it hotter, hotter than hell
Like hotter, we like it, um we like, um we like hot
Hotter, like hotter than hell
Like hotter, hotter than hell, we like it hotter
Hotter than hell, like hotter, we like it
We like it, we like it hot
song performed by by Motley Crue
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The Big One
I watched two people fishing,
one August day at the lake,
the sun was shining brightly,
as I began to bake.
I found an old oak tree,
to sit under and glare,
I watched these two for hours,
with their fishing poles high in the air.
They talked about the old times,
as they tried for their feast,
they were hoping for the big one:
a fish known as 'The Beast'.
I watched them be patient,
casting again and again in the water,
the fish were just not biting,
as the day got hotter and hotter.
Into the evening they cast their poles,
but no cast was better than the one before,
they packed up their gear and headed for home,
as my day continued-under the oak by the shore.
poem by George Aul
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Buster
Yeah, oooh, yeah yeah yeah yeah, ohh
I'm standing in the club, doing my own thing
When you thought you would approach me (hey, hey)
Saying things that you shouldn't be
I'm not your average girl
You can't put your hands on this
So I move to my right
Stay out my sight
Ooh don't trip
So what's that scratching around here
Cos I feel a messy atmosphere
You never gonna get my love
Is that clear? (ooh yeah)
You can't creep up to me fool
I'm too focused to lose my cool
See you from a mile away, ohh
Chorus:
Buster trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a lie to get me in a taxi
No ****** in your sting (no!)
You ain't getting a thing (NO!)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand (NO!)
I'll repeat it again (NO!)
A negative response is all that you're gonna get
But now I'm too turned off
You ain't gonna flip my switch
Cos I'm not your average girl
I'm not gonna take your game
So I move to the left
Shadow my step
Ain't got no shame
So what's that scratching around here
Cos I feel a messy atmosphere
Never gonna get my love
Is that clear? (ooh)
You can't creep up to me fool
I'm too focused to lose my cool
See you from a mile away, oohh
Chorus:
Buster trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a lie to get me in a taxi
No ****** in your sting (no!)
You ain't getting a thing (NO!)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand (NO!)
Should I'll repeat it again (NO!)
Ice, cool I wanna melt you down
Buster I've seen your type around
Your sting, you know you it can't get me home bound
I can feel you playa sucking up the atmosphere
Trying to get me home but I thought I told you (NO!)
But I thought I told you (NO!)
B-b-but I thought I told you
Chorus:
Buster trying to get his hands on me (in a taxi)
Spinning a lie to get me in a taxi
No ****** in your sting (no!)
You ain't getting a thing (NO!)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand (NO!)
Should I'll repeat it again? (NO!)
Chorus:
Buster trying to get his hands on me
Spinning a lie to get me in a taxi
No ****** in your sting (no!)
You ain't getting a thing (NO!)
Buster trying to some dirty
Trying to simulate a fantasy
Not that easy can't you understand (NO!)
Should I'll repeat it again (NO!)
song performed by by Sugababes
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I just want people to remember me like I remember Buster Keaton. When they talk about Buster Keaton or Gene Kelly, people say, 'Ah yes, they good.' Maybe one day, they remember Jackie Chan that way.
quote by Jackie Chan
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In that winter season
Praise the gods
and blessed I was,
when I found you
in that winter season.
Chill and coldness
was around us,
but your touch
was hotter than fire.
When I found you,
I found everything
that I wanted
and your love,
turned my life
from winter into spring.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Sam's Racehorse
When Sam Small retired from the Army
He'd a pension of ninepence a day,
And seven pounds fourteen and twopence
He'd saved from his rations and pay.
He knew this 'ere wasn't a fortune,
But reckoned with prudence and care
He'd find some investment to save him
From hard work and things like that there.
He thought he'd invest in a race orse,
As apart from excitement and fun
He'd be able to sit down in comfort
And live on the money he won.
He knew buying 'orses was tricky,
But that didn't daunt him at all;
He said "They must rise early 't mornin
As wants to play tricks on Sam Small!"
When he called on the local 'Orse-dealer
Surprise rooted him to the spot,
For he found 'twere his old Comp'ny Sergeant,
Whose kindness he'd never forgot.
'Twere a happy reunion on both sides,
Their pleasure at meeting was great,
For each hoped to diddle the other
And wipe a few grudges off slate.
The Sergeant brought out his race 'orses,
For which he asked various sums;
They hadn't a tooth left between them,
But Sam knew their age by their gums.
Sam studied their lines and deportment
As Sergeant were trotting them round,
And told him he reckoned their value
Were fourpence, per race 'orse, per pound.
Now the Sarg. had a filly called Buster
As he hadn't said nothing about,
But when Sam turned his nose up at t'others
He thought as he'd best trot her out.
Sam were struck with her youthful appearance,
Though there wasn't much light in the place,
For her teeth were all pearly and even
And there wasn't a line on her face.
The Sergeant asked Sam twenty guineas,
But Sam, who were up to his tricks,
Pretended he thought he'd said shillings
And offered him eighteen and six.
In the end he paid eight guineas for her,
And when he'd got home with the goods
He reckoned he'd not done so badly,
For three of the guineas was duds.
But later, when he thought it over,
A doubt through his mind seemed to creep,
If Buster were all she were painted,
Why the Sergeant had sold her so cheap.
He very soon found out the answer
When he looked at her close in her stall,
She'd the marks where her face had been lifted
And a mouth full of false teeth an' all.
The little walk home had fatigued her
And the cold air had started her cough;
Sam reckoned he'd best see the Sergeant
And tell him the bargain was off.
The place were locked up when he got there,
And he realized Sergeant had bunked,
So back he went home in a dudgeon
And found Buster lying-defunct.
Sam knew if he wanted to sell her
He mustn't let on she were dead,
So he raffled her down at the Darts Club-
Forty members at five bob a head.
The raffle were highly successful,
They all came in every man jack
And so's winner'd have no cause to grumble
Sam gave him his five shillings back.
poem by Marriott Edgar
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The Prince
Buster, he sold the heat
With a rocksteady beat
An earthquake is erupting
But not in orange street
A ghost dance is preparing
You got to help us with your feet
If youre not in the mood to dance
Step back, grab yourself a seat
This may not be uptown jamaica
But we promise you a treat
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though Ill keep on running
Ill never get to orange street
So I set it up myself to say
For the man who set the beat
So Ill leave it up to you out there
To get him back on his feet
Buster bowl me over with your bogus dance
Shuffle me off my feet
Even though Ill keep on runnin
Ill never get to orange street
Bring back the
Who is the
We want the
Bring back the prince
song performed by by Madness
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Our Words Are Like Flames
Our words are like flames
Burning hotter day by day
Hotter than fire
poem by Edwin Tanguma
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It's going to be a long, hot summer. The hotter it gets in Baghdad, the hotter it will get in D.C.
quote by George Stephanopoulos
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Sasha Fierce
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
Though this is only morning glow.
That comes to leave me blown away.
Beyoncé made me feel this way.
And when I noticed her in you...
My heart took flight on something new.
So rare it is,
I knew it came to stay.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
B'bay Bay you're so fine.
Sun shines on you all they time.
Say Sasha!
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I know whatcha got.
And you are hotter than hot.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
My Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha.
Sasha Fierce.
I gotcha Sasha!
Inspired by:
Beyoncé Knowles
'Comeon! Is there anyone on the planet,
who has not been inspired by the gifted talents
of Beyoncé Knowles-Carter?
If so...
She will be coming to you soon.
She is a phenomenal performing artist.
Diva implies something else that Beyoncé is beyond! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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The Southerly Buster
There's a wind that blows out of the South in the drought,
And we pray for the touch of his breath
When siroccos come forth from the North-West and North,
Or in dead calms of fever and death.
With eyes glad and dim we should sing him a hymn,
For depression and death are his foes,
And he gives us new life for the bread-winning strife—
When the glorious Old Southerly blows.
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you!
Oh, the city is baked, and its thirst is unslaked,
Though it swallows iced drinks by the score,
And the blurred sky is low and the air seems aglow
As if breezes would cool it no more.
We are watching all hands where the Post Office stands—
We are watching out hopefully too—
For a red light shall glower from the Post Office tower
When the Southerly Buster is due.
The yachts run away at the end of the day
From the breakers commencing to comb,
For a few he may swamp in the health-giving romp
With the friendly Old Southerly home.
But he never drowns one, for the drowning is done
By the fools, or the reckless in sport;
And the alleys and slums shall be cooled when he comes
With the weary wind-jammers to port.
Oh softly he plays through the city’s hot ways
To the beds where they’re calling ‘Come quick!’
He is gentle and mild round the feverish child,
And he cools the hot brow of the sick.
Clearing drought-hazy skies, up the North Coast he hies
Till the mouths of our rivers are fair—
And along the sea, too, he has good work to do,
For he takes the old timber-tubs there.
’Tis a glorious mission, Old Sydney’s Physician!
Broom, Bucket, and Cloth of the East,
’Tis a breeze and a sprayer that answers our prayer,
And it’s free to the greatest and least.
The red-lamp’s a warning to drought and its scorning—
A sign to the city at large—
Hence! Headache and Worry! Despondency hurry!
Old Southerly Buster’s in charge
Old Southerly Buster! your forces you muster
Where seldom a wind bloweth twice,
And your ‘white-caps’ have hint of the snow caps, and glint of
The far-away barriers of ice.
No wind the wide sea on can sing such a poean
Or do the great work that you do;
Our own wind and only, from seas wild and lonely—
Old Southerly Buster!—To you!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Days Are Now Hotter Than They Were Before (Rondel Prime)
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
while the spring brings out what it has in store
in a time that is gentle, sweet and kind
while glory waits just outside the front door
and happiness is even in the slight wind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
and spring feels as it will last forevermore,
will it brings the most joyful times to mind,
when people in fun do each other adore
as if they can all unhappiness rescind.
Days are now hotter than they were before
with many blooming flowers one can find
poem by Gert Strydom
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When The Sun Goes Down
sun tan toes
ticklin' the sand
cold drink chillin in my right hand
watchn the sleep from the evnin light
restin up for a long long night
(chorus)
cause when ths sun goes down
we'll be grooven
when ths sun goes down
we'll be fellin alright
when ths sun sinks down
over the water
everithing gets hotter
when ths sun goes down
All day long just takin it easy
Layin in the hammock where its nicen breezy
and sleepin off the night before
cause when the sun goes down
well be back for more
(chorus)
This old guitar and my dark sunglasses
This sweet concaution is as sweet as molasses
Nothing to do but breath all day
until the big moon rises and its time to play
(chorus)2x
When the sun goes down
We'll be groovin
When the sun goes down
We'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
When the sun goes down
We'll be groovin
When the sun goes down
We'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
She thinks Krackers sexy when the sun goes down
hmmm
We'll be feelin' alright
When the sun sinks down over the water
Uncle Kennys hotter when the sun goes down
When the sun goes down all we'll be groovin
When the sun goes down hey Uncle Kenny
When the sun goes down over the water
everything gets hotter when the sun goes down
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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Turning The Heat To Hotter
Nobody came to party knew somebody who sat,
In a corner to sigh.
This was a heat to hotter party.
Nobody came to party knew somebody who sat,
In a corner to sigh.
This was a heat to hotter party.
Everybody here took off the roof to cry,
'High, high, high...high.'
With their hands up,
'High, high, high...high.'
And sweating bodies soakin'.
'High, high, high...high.'
Everybody on the scene holla'd and screamed...
'High, high, high...high.'
With their hands up,
'High, high, high...high.'
Nobody came to this party knew somebody who sat.
This was a heat to hotter party.
Everybody here took off the roof to cry,
'High, high, high...high.'
With their hands up,
'High, high, high...high.'
And sweating bodies soakin'.
'High, high, high...high.'
Turning the heat to hotter.
'High, high, high...high.'
Turning the heat to hotter.
'High, high, high...high.'
Turning the heat to hotter.
'High, high, high...high.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Originally they wanted me to be Buster but I really like the Tobias part.
quote by David Cross
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We're not leaving here without Buster, man. Leave no crash-test dummy behind!
quote by Adam Savage
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I think of Mike Myers as the Buster Keaton of today. I think he's brought us something so special.
quote by Robert Wagner
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