The Second Whip Explains
Now, gatherin' 'ounds is a job I like
W'en the winter day draws in,
W'en shadows are lyin' by every dyke
An' creepin' out o' the whin ;
W'en 'Armony 's missin' an' Houtcast too,
An' the Master 'e says to me-
'Jim, you go back to that gorse we drew,
For it's there them beggars 'll be ! '
Oh, gatherin' 'ounds is the job I love,
W'en the dark comes down on the thorn
An' the moon is 'ung in the sky above
Like a glitterin' 'untin' 'orn
W'en I ride the banks like a glidin' ghost
An' the dips like a witch o' fear-
This is the job wot I loves the most
In the darkest days o' the year.
Though it's me that knows that the cunnin' old rags
Will be 'alfway 'ome by now,
0' course if you're sent for a 'ound wot lags
You must do as you're ordered 'ow;
An' it's allus the custom, so I've found,
With a pack worth callin' a pack
That a Whip goes back for the missin' 'ound-
An' it's mostly me goes back!
Though I know the beggars is runnin' the road
On a breast-high scent o' soup,
Will I use my brains ? - No, I 'll be blowed
If I 'd ever so 'umble stoop;
If they think that a fox'ound don't have wits,
Let 'em think so, then, I say!
Some folk must gather up sense by bits
As a fed 'oss gathers 'is 'ay.
No, I don't 'alf mind keepin' long late hours,
For it's all in the day for me,
An' I know there's a glass to be 'ad at the Towers,
An' there's Oakwood Farm for tea,
With a pail o' gruel all mixed, I guess,
An' a stall that the old 'oss knows,
An' a seat by the kitchen fire wi' Bess
W'en the cook an' the 'ousemaid goes!
An' that's wy I ride so cheery back
W'en the Master says to me -
'Jim ' - wi' 'is keen heye hover the pack - ,
I am two' ounds short, or three.'
An' that's wy I 'm Houtcast's honly friend
An' 'Armony's life-long pal,
Because if they kept wi' the pack to the end,
Well - 'ow would I see my gal?
poem by William Henry Ogilvie

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Run With The Pack
You never give me my money
you only give me your sympathy
cause I keep on running
there Is no way to catch up with me
I'm leaving you
don't make no fuss
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you try to keep me In cages
but baby you got to catch me first
you think your law Is contagious
I'll do my best you can do your worst
I'm leaving you
now who can I trust
you want even see me oh no for dust
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
I'm running with the pack, running with the pack
I'm running with the pack, never looking back
you can hold me now......
On my own way, running with the pack
never never looking back
keep on running, keep on running
movin on, movin on
song performed by by Bad Company

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The Ballad of the Carpet Bag
Ho! Darkies, don't you hear dose voters cryin'
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get to de Poll, you must get there flyin';
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel by de road, you must travel by de train,
And the things what you've done you will have to explain,
And the things what you've promised, you must promise 'em again.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must pack up a volume of Coghlan's Figures,
Pack dat carpet bag!
And a lot o' little jokes to amuse those niggers.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must wheedle all de gals with a twinkle of your eye,
You must bob down your head when de eggs begin to fly.
Oh! those eggs what they're saving, and they'll throw 'em by and by.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must get upon a stump, you must practise speakin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must follow Georgie Reid or Alfred Deakin.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must come to de scratch, or you're bound to fail,
For it ain't any time to be sittin' on de rail,
Or de votes that you'll get -- they won't keep you out o' jail.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
And supposin' that you're beat, and you feel like cryin',
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must hustle back to work -- just to keep from dyin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
You must travel second-class when you travel by de train,
For you haven't got a pass on de end of your chain,
While the other fellow's packing for de great campaign.
Pack dat carpet bag!
Hear dem voters callin'!
Pack de clean boiled rag.
For there's grass in the west, and the rain am fallin'.
Pack dat carpet bag!
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson

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Bike Ride To The Moon
Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon
Lots of room for everyone
On a bike ride to the moon
And well bring back cheese for my auntie jane
And some magic moon dust thatll stop the rain
On my poor uncle alfreds head, even though he stays in bed (silly alfred)
Why not bring a pot of tea
On a bike ride to the moon
Angel cake for you and me
On a bike ride to the moon
And well pack a tent case its cold at night
And Ill share your sleeping bag if I might
And might be a positive boon
To protect you from the man in the moon (who happens to be me, look out!)
Racing forward cant look back
On a bike ride to the moon
What did I omit to pack
On a bike ride to the moon?
With the stars all glinting in the shiny chrome
Then I suddenly remembered what I left at home
Now I shant be peddling any higher
cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre
song performed by by Xtc

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Bike Ride To The Moon
Push me off to start the fun
On a bike ride to the moon
Lots of room for everyone
On a bike ride to the moon
And well bring back cheese for my auntie jane
And some magic moon dust thatll stop the rain
On my poor uncle alfreds head, even though he stays in bed (silly alfred)
Why not bring a pot of tea
On a bike ride to the moon
Angel cake for you and me
On a bike ride to the moon
And well pack a tent case its cold at night
And Ill share your sleeping bag if I might
And might be a positive boon
To protect you from the man in the moon (who happens to be me, look out!)
Racing forward cant look back
On a bike ride to the moon
What did I omit to pack
On a bike ride to the moon?
With the stars all glinting in the shiny chrome
Then I suddenly remembered what I left at home
Now I shant be peddling any higher
cos a sharp sputnik has given me a cosmic flat tyre
song performed by by Xtc

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Scratch My Back
(words & music by giant - baum - kaye)
One good turn deserves another
Be my love, Ill be your lover
Its all part of natures laws
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch yours.
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Joy they say is in the giving
Come on give, make life worth living
Your welfare is my concern
Do a favour for me, Ill do one in return
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
Scratch me now a little lower
What a feeling do it slower
Thats it, hmm youre getting hot
Well I gotta admit, you just hit the spot
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
Like two peas in a pack, lets get rid of our itch together, hmm
If youll scratch my back then Ill scratch your back
song performed by by Elvis Presley

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Take Me Back Home
vs.1 Well, I've been missin' the place where I was born.
I lived there for 13 years, so when we moved, my heart was torn.
I feel like there's a missin' piece in the puzzle inside of me.
I really hope that I can find where I'm 'sposed to be.
(chorus)
Take me back home where I grew up,
With my other family and my other friends.
Take me to the place that I love,
Where my life had began.
That's where I wanna be,
Until I'm not alone.
I need someone to take me back..
To take me back home.
vs.2 I don't know what I'd do if I was told I couldn't go back.
I don't think anyone'd tell me that, but if they did, now's the time to pack.
I know Kentucky's not my home, and this isn't where I should be.
But if I don't make it down to Georgia, I'mma headin' to NC or Tennessee.
(chorus)
(instrumental)
Bridge: If I have to stay here any longer,
I think I just might bust.
I miss my momma just so much,
And Georgia's the place I miss most!
(chorus) x 2
Yeah, I really need someone to take me back..
To take me back home!
poem by Rebecca Ryan

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Wolfpack
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation
Bowling they bat as a group
And the leader is seen - so early...
The pack on their backs, the fighters
Through misty the waving - the pack in formation
Far reaching waves
On sight, shone right
I lay as if in surround...
All enmeshing, hovering...
The milder I gaze
All the animals laying trail
Beyond the bough winds
Mild the reflecting electricity eyes...
Tears, the life that was ours
Grows sharper and stronger away and beyond
Short wheeling - fresh spring
Gripped with blanched bones - moaned
Magnesium, proverbs and sobs...
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation...
song performed by by Pink Floyd

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I'm Bound To Pack It Up
Ive thought about it for a while
and Ive thought about the many miles
but I think its time that Ive gone away
the feelings that you have for me
have gone away its plain to see
and it looks to me that your pulling away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Ive found it hard to say to you
that this is what I have to do
but there is no way that Im gonna stay
there are so many things you need to know
and I wanna tell you before I go
but its hard to think of just what to say
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
Im sorry to leave you all alone
youre sitting silent by the phone
but wed always known there would come a day
the bus is warm and softly lit
and a hundred people ride in it
I guess Im just another running away
Im gonna pick it up
Im gonna pick it up today
Im bound pack it up
Im bound pack it up and go away
song performed by by White Stripes

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Six Pack Girls
Gonna find some girls tonight
My friday night has washed away
Beer bong has me wandering around
The girls that look like drugs and alcohol
Six pack girls,
Six pack girls
Six pack girls
Six pack
So you pick her up and you bring her home
And you think about it for a while
Wake up the next morning and sure enough
Its not two girls!
Version 2
Go to work, and then go to bed your friday night,
Has washed away your bummed out,
About your work cause youve already put in,
Your thousand hours theyre all
Six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Six pack
So you pick her up,
And you bring her home
You take her out,
And thats all youre alone,
And you want it sure
Enough your, stuck with her theyre all
Six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Theyre all six pack girls,
Six pack
song performed by by NOFX

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Wild Pack Of Family Dogs
A wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard one day
My father got his gun, shot it up they ran away ok
A wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard
And as my own dog ran away with them I didnt say much of anything at all
A wild pack of family dogs came runnin through the yard
As my little sister played the dogs took her away
And I guess she was eaten up ok yeah
My mothers cryin blood dust now
My daddy quit his job today
I guess he was fired but thats ok
And Im sitting outside by my mud lake
Waiting for the pack to take me away
Right after I die, the dogs start running up towards the glowing sky
They will receive their rewards
song performed by by Modest Mouse

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Water Closet
We are in the water closet
adjacent perpendicular mirrors
you sink ninety degrees on vertical
teeth brushing body bent axis horizontal
Mmmhhhh...
yes
oral hygiene stimulate arousal cleansing
You are bending brushing bristling
backside tattoo target inviting
I behind you lust limb salivating
stalk to sweep fine bristles beating
scrubbing swaying brushing
I sweep swayed toward for following
Your call mating instincts answer
spring pounce prey posterior
as I the deviant disciplinarian to wallop
my wonderful water closet trollop
How I so delight sight anticpatory
you bracing administration's imagining
whoop-wallop deviant deliciously
spontaneous training demented delivery
Pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Such a sweetest slapping rapping
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Over the sink we are synching
gasping grinding sighing singing
punishing pummeling scrubbing stinging
squirming stealing squealings
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Our eyes are fixed to mirror's pivot
gyro reflecting rocking reflex
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Numb as our mouths' my hand toothbrushings'
friction bristling frenetic brush bumping
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Your back buttocks beauteous bending
knee knock belligerent buckling
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
You ride me stride desultory commanding
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Our mouths froth delicious furious foaming
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
We spit fit delirious demented
delightful delicious expectorate
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack PACT! !
Furious rinse ripe infuriate flouridic
panting pasty milken manic
manna expelling cleansing frantic
Pa-pack! Pa-pack!
Pa-pack -a- pack
MMMmmmm... caressing...
Our strings sing for seconds' flossing
copyright Randy Resh 2008
poem by Randy Resh

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Back In Black (live 1981)
Back in black
I hit the sack
I've been too long I'm glad to be back [I bet you know I'm...]
Yes, I'm let loose
From the noose
That's kept me hanging about
I've been looking at the sky
'Cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse 'cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cat's eyes
Abusin' every one of them and running wild
CHORUS:
'Cause I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
(Well) I'm back in black
Yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back
Of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I'm in a bang
With a gang
They've got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause I'm back on the track
And I'm beatin' the flack
Nobody's gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
CHORUS
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, Yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black
Yes I'm back in black
hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah Oh yeah
Back in now
Well I'm back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back, I'm back
Back
Back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC

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Back In Black
Back in black
I hit the sack
Ive been too long Im glad to be back [i bet you know im...]
Yes, Im let loose
From the noose
Thats kept me hanging about
Ive been looking at the sky
cause its gettin me high
Forget the hearse cause I never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Abusin every one of them and running wild
Chorus:
cause Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back
Yes, Im back
Well, Im back, back
(well) Im back in black
Yes, Im back in black
Back in the back
Of a cadillac
Number one with a bullet, Im a power pack
Yes, Im in a bang
With a gang
Theyve got to catch me if they want me to hang
Cause Im back on the track
And Im beatin the flack
Nobodys gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now
Im just makin my play
Dont try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Chorus
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, yes Im back
Well, Im back, back
Well Im back in black
Yes Im back in black
Hooo yeah
Ohh yeah
Yes I am
Oooh yeah, yeah oh yeah
Back in now
Well Im back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back, Im back
Back
Back in black
Yes Im back in black
Out of the sight
song performed by by AC-DC

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Pack It Up & Go
Ive got to sympathize
You run with all the rest
Youve kept on moving but never got the best
And all our yesterdays go sailing out of view
I know theres something left hope you can make it through
Pack it up and go, pack it up and go,
Leftover from the show, just pack it up and go
You made the impact back in 1969
But now move over friend I think youve had your time
And all our yesterdays go sailing out of view
I know there something left, hope you can make it through
Pack it up and go, pack it up and go, left over from the show just pack it up and go
--instrumental ---
And all our yesterdays go sailing know theres something left
Hope you can make it through
* instrumental ending ---
song performed by by Ufo

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Back On The Track
Bad reputation, seems to be my style
I've been categorized as a little wild
The police took my photograph
A hunted boy runnin' from his past
Some even called me the devil's child
At seventeen, I was on my own
Had the clothes on my back, from a broken home
Slapped in the face 'til my daddy got straight
I knew it was time to run
(Chorus)
Now I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack
I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell
I'm back, back on the track
First indication, of trouble's up ahead
I saw the flashing blues, I saw the color red
A big commotion at the friendly store
Found a poor man robbed and a kid at the door
"Guilty as charged", or so the judge said
I was sent to school to try to learn a trade
But when the schoolboys laughed I became enraged
I prayed to god that's the last mistake I'd made
(Chorus)
Bad reputation freedom's my desire
I tried to clear my name, I came under fire
A bad situation was a way of life
With a cutthoat laywer given bad advice
The only hope I had was a proven liar
It was win or lose, out to clean the slate
It was some big news when I made the break
And I ran for years to avoid the state
Another chance I was forced to take
Now I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm holdin' my own, I'm leadin' the pack
I'm back, from a shattered home and a living hell
I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, back on the track again
I'm back, I'm back on the track again
song performed by by 38 Special

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Strike Zone
YOU TELL YOUR SELF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE YOU WOUN'T GET HURT WHEN THE DAMAGE IS DONE.
YOU TELL YOUR SELF IT WOUN'T HAPPEN TO YOU
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY THERE'S NOTHING NEW.
CAN'T BE THE ONE TO LOSE YOU'RE ONLY WEARIN'SOME ONE ELSE'S SHOES CAN'T YOU READ IT IT'S UP ON THE WALL HOW CAN SOME ONE SO BIG BE SO SMALL.
YOU'RE NOTHIN'WITH OUT YOUR FRIENDS THEY'LL BE WITH YOU TILL THE BITTER END YOUR NOTHIN' AND YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT THIS WORLD IS ALL ABOUT
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE RUNNIN' WITH THE PACK
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE AIN'T NO USE IN TURN' BACK.
YOU WANT NO WAR IT'S THE CHANCE YOU TAKE NOTHIN' EASIER
AND THE ICE WOUN'T BREAK
WHEN THE SUN COMES OUT AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
YOU WOUN'T ESCAPE FROM THE BLINDING LIGHT
FREEDOM GOES BUT WHO TO BLAME SEE THE MADNESS BURNIN' IN THEIR BRAINS
NO WHERE TO RUN NO PLACE TO HIDE YOUR ALL ALONE ON A ONE WAY RIDE.
YOU'RE NOTHIN WITH OUT YOUR FRIENDS THEY'LL BE WITH YOU TILL THE BITTER END YOUR NOTHIN'AND YOU'LL FIND OUT WHAT THIS WORLD IS ALL ABOUT STANDING IN THE STRIKE ZONE RUNNIN' WITH THE PACK STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE AINT NO USE IN TURNIN' BACK
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE THERE'S A PANIC IN THE STREETS AINT NO GOLDEN PARKS RETREAT
YOU TELL YOUR SELF YOU'RE NOT THE ONE
YOU WOUN'T GET HURT WHEN THE DAMAGE IS DONE
YOU TELL YOUR SELF IT WOUN'T TO YOU
IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY THERE'S NOTHIN' NEW
CAN'T BE THE ONE TO LOSE
CAN'T YOU READ IT IT'S UP ON THE WALL
HOW CAN SOME ONE SO BIG BE SO SMALL
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE
THERE'S A PANIC IN THE STREETS
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE
AIN'T NO GOLDEN PARKS RETREAT
STANDING IN A STRIKE ZONE
YOU GOT A TICKET FOR A FRONT ROW SEAT
STRIKE ZONE
RUNNIN' WITH THE PACK
STANDING IN THE STRIKE ZONE
AINT NO USE IN TURNIN' BACK
YOU'RE ONLY WEARIN' SOME ONE ELSE'S SHOES
song performed by by Loverboy

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All the four queens and kings
The queens in the playing cards pack
Grumble for their powerless kings.
The Master of gambler re-shuffles the pack
And like puppets they go here and there.
Shrewd Jacks hide somewhere.
When the trump card turns,
Poor man looses his pocket.
He never gets a chance,
Win the queen of hearts and back home?
nimal dunuhinga
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga

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Back in the Rat Pack days, we'd take Frank's plane and sit dead center, because of Nancy. We'd watch the Rat Pack in the center ring and you couldn't ask for a better thing.
quote by James Darren

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I Ride Through My Thoughts
I ride through my thoughts-
Like a wounded warrior-
Wild riding on the back of a black horse-
I evade the streets-
The pack behind me-
My view hunting back and forth-
Searching for a way out-
I look timidly behind me-
And I see-
Nobody!
Only lost chances-
I hold on-
And the pain is away-
I smile-
And lead the horse back on the road to happiness.
poem by Rolf Tschochohei

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Hello Sailor!
His six pack gradually hid itself
under his pot belly as he slid into old age.
He could rest his tea on it and a sandwich -
it was quite a handy shelf!
Of course, it remained a six pack
well, in his eyes, and who was I to enlighten him.
We'd both decided, without a word
that it was there, deep down.
Yes it was where we couldn't see it,
out of sight, ready to spring back into action
should the new diet work
and as I loved him, I didn't really care
but often, in the afternoons, when the sun goes down,
I stroke his rowing machine in the corner
and wonder - if he'll ever ride the waves
of the big bad ship again.
poem by Ruth Walters

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