That's Cool
I once spelt
van Gogh
van Goth
tres embarrassment
now everyone thinks me
uncouth
a lout
who drinks his tea
with his little finger
sticking in the air
suspecting
I tip the tea
to the saucer
to cool
before
slurping.
poem by Vince Gullaci
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The Cool Cat
The cool cat,
is just standing there.
The cool cat,
doesn't even glare.
The cool cat,
thinks he's so hot.
The cool cat,
doesn't give a snot.
The cool cat,
doesn't listen in class.
The cool cat,
thinks his better than the rest.
The cool cat,
really has no friends.
The cool cat,
smokes after school.
The cool cat,
left his family.
The cool cat,
is a player.
The cool cat,
has no prayers.
The cool cat,
has no savers.
The cool cat,
is one tough dude.
But really....
The cool cat,
is one big fool.
poem by Jasmine Aira
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Dark Little Goth Girl
Dark Little Goth Girl
What have you become?
You used to be so strong
But now you get pushed around
Dark Little Goth Girl
Why do you cry so much when you're alone?
You used to like the darkness so much when you were at home
Dark Little Goth Girl
Why did you fall in love?
You used to be so beautiful with your hair black as night
But now look at it- brown in the shadows and red in the daylight
Dark Little Goth Girl
Why don't you wear black anymore?
You used to look so marble with your skin so pale
I can't look at what you call color now
Dark Little Goth Girl
Where did you go?
Now i can't stand this girl who's going to all your shows
Dark Little Goth Girl
Please come back
I don't like this girl with glitter on her bag
Dark Little Goth Girl
poem by Shaughnessy Turner
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Goth culture, as mired in the past as it is, even it goes through changes, so Goth when I was growing up is not what it is now. When I think of Goth culture as it is at the moment I think of mall culture.
quote by Jhonen Vasquez
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Blue-Blood
We thought at first, this man is a king for sure,
Or the branch of a mighty and ancient and famous lineage—
That silly, sulky, illiterate, black-avised boor
Who was hatched by foreign vulgarity under a hedge.
The good men of Clare were drinking his health in a flood,
And gazing with me in awe at the princely lad,
And asking each other from what bluest blueness of blood
His daddy was squeezed, and the pa and the da of his dad ?
We waited there, gaping and wondering, anxiously,
Until he'd stop eating and let the glad tidings out,
And the slack-jawed booby proved to the hilt that he
Was lout, son of lout, by old lout, and was da to a lout !
poem by James Stephens
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Sticking In My Eye
When I look round, I only see outta one eye
As the smoke surrounds my head, the sauna
I hear the voices, but I cant make out their words
Saying things, saying things that
I got something sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye ( x 2 )
I feel unusual from thinking
About the underground decay, God help me
Kill beneath the camera, watch the world begin to cry
Its not from pity, it comes from
Whats been sticking in my eye
Got something sticking in my eye
song performed by by NOFX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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The Goth character was a difficult thing to get my head round. I'm not really a fan of Goth music. I'm more a piano and guitar man - that's what I love.
quote by Richard Fleeshman
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Cool
Mud pot
water
cool...cool...
With out sweet
Cool drinks...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Im Sticking With You
(reed)
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
You held up a stage coach in the rain
And Im doing the same
So youre hanging from a tree
And I made believe it was me
Im sticking with you
cos Im made out of glue
Anything that you might do
Im gonna do too
People going to the stratosphere
Soldiers fighting with the cong?
But with you by my side I can do anything
When we swing
We hang past right or wrong
Ill do anything for you
Anything you want me too
Ill do anything for you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Oohoh Im sticking with you
Notes: corrected by moenkemeier
song performed by by Velvet Underground
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Winter walk
Cool it
Cool...
Cough and
Cold...
Hot drinks
All ways cool...
No sweeting...
No bathing...
Simply wash face
Toothed bresh at
Your's teeath
Enjoy hot coffee...
winter walk up
out of your home...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Me Amaras
Me amaras
Aunque tenga que rogarte me amaras
Aunque tenga que obligarte me amaras
Eres cosa mia
Me amaras
Aunque tenga que sudarte me amaras
Aunque tenga que domarte me amaras
Llegara ese dia
Me amaras
Es un reto que ha nacido entre los dos
Eres la unica mujer que se escapo
Al quererla mas
Hace tres a? os te deseo
Hace tres a? os te respeto
Hace tres a? os
Pero ahora no es igual
Hace tres a? os que te admiro
Hace tres a? os yo era un crio
Ahora te juro que tu
Me vas a amar
Me amaras
Aunque tenga que humillarme me amaras
Aunque tenga que agotarte me amaras
Eres cosa mia
Me amaras
Aunque tenga que raptarte me amaras
O tan solo seducirte porque ya
Ha llegado el dia
Me amaras
Es un reto que ha nacido entre los dos
Eres la unica mujer que se me fue
Fuera de control.
Hace tres a? os te deseo
Hace tres a? os te respeto
Hace tres a? os
Pero ahora no es igual
Hace tres a? os que te admiro
Hace tres a? os yo era un crio
Ahora te juro que tu
Me vas a amar.
song performed by by Ricky Martin
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Of my own work I think that the picture of peasants eating potatoes I did in Nuenen is after all the best I've done.
Vincent van Gogh in letter to Wilhelmina van Gogh (1887)
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One never comes into embarrassment, if one is ready to balance. To ask oneself never in embarrassment, what have you in these decades made.
quote by Siegfried Lenz
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Les Nouveaux Riches
I could see that the sun it was deadly
Shes putting her hand in the fire
Her velvety skin it was cooking
Lily white, lily white turning to raspberry
But when she slips in between the sheets tonight
The memory will linger and burn
And when she look at the face in the mirror
What a terrible sight
Lily white turning to raspberry
(when it burns you rub on the lotion
If it stings you sit in the ocean, oh no)
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
I could see that the guys were a hassle
She tried to handle them cool
But her interbreeding was showing
Tumbling out on the banks of the old
Swimming pool, oh oh oh
So she buried her fears in a bottle
The juices beginning to flow
But her stiff upper lip it was trembling
Tripping her up, her words were beginning to roll
Hush your mouth, you cant fool the natives
Telegraph, theys going to relay it, oh no
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
I remember the tears in her eyes
She tried to hide them away
But her time it was going too quickly
Just another few days, shell soon be flying away
But her memory will stay here forever
A time she will never forget
All the sun and the sand and the water
Such a beautiful place, she never got her feet wet
No way, she keeping a cool head
She got a tan, from under the sun bed, oh no
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the sunshine
They set jet away, they dont
Get a kick, they dont get a buzz man
They, talk in circles, they not for us oh
Les nouveaux riches, when they
Tres fatigue they fly, off to the ocean
They hot foot away, they dont
Get a buzz, they dont get a kick
Man they, talk in circles
They must be thick, a say tick dem
A tick tick tick-a
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Club Tropicana
Let me take you to the place
Where memberships a smiling face,
Brush shoulders with the stars.
Where strangers take you by the hand,
And welcome you to wonderland -
From beneath their panamas...
Chorus:
Club tropicana, drinks are free,
Fun and sunshine - theres enough for everyone.
All thats missing is the sea,
But dont worry, you can suntan!
Castaways and lovers meet,
Then kiss in tropicanas heat,
Watch the waves break on the bay.
Soft white sands, a blue lagoon,
Cocktail time, a summers tune,
A whole nights holiday!
Chorus
Pack your bags,
And leave tonight.
Dont take your time,
Gotta move your feet, dont you miss the flight!
Cool, cool, cool, cool
Chorus
Cool, cool, cool, cool
song performed by by George Michael
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No, I'm not a lager lout either. I think you have to be a massive football fan to be a lager lout.
quote by Hugh Dancy
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I a lazy lout, you a lazy lout, marry me, Antonia.
What makes people the world over stand in line for Van Gogh is not that they will see beautiful pictures but that in an indefinable way they will come away feeling better human beings. And that is exactly what Van Gogh hoped for.
quote by John Russell
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Adivinanza De La Guitarra
En la redonda
encrucijada,
seis doncellas
bailan.
Tres de carne
y tres de plata.
Los sueños de ayer las buscan
pero las tiene abrazadas
un Polifemo de oro.
¡La guitarra!
poem by Federico García Lorca
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For a while we had trouble trying to get the sound of a champagne cork exploding out of the bottle. I solved the problem by sticking my finger in my mouth and popping it out.
quote by Lawrence Welk
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A Sobering Tale.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks.
At other times combines the two
More frequently he sits and drinks.
Because he cannot bear the view.
The only view that he can see
through pain filled eyes awash with tears.
He can remember vividly.
The promise of his early years.
When he was young and full of hope.
He had the whole world by the tail
But later found he could not cope,
although he tried to no avail.
Discovering that a drink or two
helped to alleviate the stress
A sorry story nothing new
His life became a complete mess.
He lost his job it had to come.
His drinking led to a divorce.
His wife then claimed the family home.
His life sped on it’s downwards course.
A friend became his enemy
because he let it take control.
It took him over completely.
Dependent now on alcohol.
No longer does he drink from choice
That luxury is now denied.
He drinks to still the nagging voice
which urges him to suicide.
Today he’s just a drunken bum
with nothing to look forward to.
Bar cheap red wine to make him numb
albeit temporarily.
Sometimes he sits, sometimes he thinks
sometimes he can combine the two.
More often though he sits and drinks
There’s nothing he would rather do.
10/10/2009
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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