A car is just a car
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
When it gets you in time to the bar
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with rusted scars
And then there is a simple reality
The most important is Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a 2 seater Ferrari with an exploding engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
It can be used, even its every function
A car is just a car
poem by Harshit Agrawal
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A car is just a car!
A car is a car
If it can ride you nearby or far
A car is a car
When it gets you in time to the bar
A car is a car
When you are addressed as Madam or Sir
But for some
A car is not just a car
It is a home
After a daylight roam
It is a home
After a nightly roam
Kind of like a homelessness
Reoccurring syndrome
Now give me any banger of a car
I'll give it hotly showers of a sauna
Play sweet tunes to it from a guitar
By the time you watch me stand by it
And pose with an exotic cigar
Waiting to take you out to dinar
You may even prefer it to a modernised jaguar
You see, to me
A car is just a car
Be it in a new silver shining coat
Or one decorated with tarnished scars
The simple reality
Is they all have similar
Passenger capacity
Whether be it a personalised 8 seater stretch limousine
Or a Ferrari with an exploding roaring engine
A car is a car
A vehicle of motion
A medium of transportation
Even when it shows signs of erosion
As long as it can move from junction to junction
I personally sanction
A car is just a car
Copyright 2006 - Sylvia Chidi
www.sylviachidi.co.uk
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poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Two Seater
I wanna wake up in your arms
I wanna set off your alarm
I wanna break into your car
and I wanna take out the backseat
The one where you told me everything
I thought I'd always wanted to hear
the one where you told me that it's over
And everytime you look in your rearview mirror
I hope you see me
And all the stuff we did when we were back there together
UH HUH
I hope you like your two seater
no radio
keymarks parralel to the pinstripes
windows broken you T tops stole
Now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride
I gotta get the hell out of dodge
I just spent the whole night avoiding the cops
and I just don't think I'll go to the clink
Just cuz I took out the backseat
remember you told me everything
i thought i'd always wanted to hear
and that's where you told me that it's over
And everytime you look in your rearview mirror
I hope you see me
and all the stuff we did when we were back there together
UH HUH
I hope you like your two seater
no radio
keymarks paralell to the pinstripes
windows broken your T tops stole
now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride
Can you hear your radio?
I bet you can't hear your radio
So you'll never know i wrote this song for you
Sorry that your tires are flat
I know you really weren't expecting that
Guess I got a little carried away
so when you look in your rearview mirror
I hope you see me there
I hope you like your two seater
no radio
keymarks parralell to the pinstripes
windows broken your T tops stole
now it's one of a kind, thanks for the ride
twwo seater
thanks for the ride
two seater
thanks for the ride
two seater
thanks for the ride
song performed by by Bowling For Soup
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At The Junction
now we must
part ways at the junction
of
this earthy path
where rocks still hurt
it
is time for me to say
what an end
is
all about give me
a smile
at this junction
where you
are no longer you
where i
will
face the light
with open hands
taking me
to
the place called
Home.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Tuxedo Junction
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Feelin low
Rockin slow
I want to go
Right back where I belong
Way down south in birmingham
I mean south in alabam
Theres an old place where people go
To dance the night away
They all drive or walk for miles
To get jive that southern style
Its an old jive that makes you want
To dance till break of day
Its a junction where the town folks meet
At each function in a tux they greet you
Come on down, forget your care
Come on down, youll find me there
So long town, Im heading for
Tuxedo junction now
Tuxedo junction now
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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The present moment is nice but it does not last. Living in it is like waiting in a junction town for the morning limited; the junction may be interesting but some day you will have to leave it and you do not know where the limited will take you.
quote by Bruce Catton
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Life is like driving
Living is like being on wheels.
One has to steer the vehicle
And take a turn at a junction,
Without any road map at hand.
11.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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At The Junction....
When you are trying to give me sorrow
i don't mind
at the junction i take another direction
away from you
there is no way that sorrow goes with me
there is a wish
may that sorrow you sow follow you
wherever you may go
they are all yours
each sorrow bears your name
and they must
as i pray
follow you wherever you go
they are yours
and shall be yours forever
on my part, at the junction, where our paths depart
i have chosen
a thousand joys.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Red Light
Zooming through the mist
I missed the red light
And zoomed through the junction
The junction of chance and fate
When the yellow was flashing
I just started speeding
On the street of fate
No I never believed in chance
So I missed the red
And crossed the avenue of chance
Nah I cannot turn back
Because fate is a one way street....!
[To my foolish brain]
poem by Rowving Smith
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We Live So Fast
Please dont ask me to stay
Im leaving this town
Dont worry now
Believe me as I believe that
Luck is on my side
The future is mine
If I can find
A way through these strange days of my life
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
The streets deserted and cold
Theyre not paved with gold
But I dont care
For those who think young will still survive
Making their move
Hoping to prove
That they can face
This big city, small world, big time
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
But now I know their ways
I found my place
Saw their true face
Theres nothing to stay for so Ill go
Ill pick up the phone
Still searching for home
We life so fast
Alone but not lonely I move on
We live so fast
Motion, motion
No time to waste
Use it, use it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Make the first step and reach out for tomorrow
We live so fast
Motion, motion
We cant stand still
Move it, move it
We live so fast
Motion, motion
Move out of my way its time to make it happen
song performed by by Heaven 17
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I used to be pretty reckless. When I was a runner for a production company, I drove a massive 16 seater van. I was only 18. I mean I look young now, but then I looked about 12.
quote by Gail Porter
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The Two Moon Junction
I want to be there in the ‘Two Moon Junction’ For Ever.
Where these two moons are competing with each other.
The First Moon which we see in the sky was as usually illuminating and his golden moon light enhancing the feel of romantic weather further more.
Where as the other moon was seated along with me in the garden of flowers, which had blossomed in the mid night assuming the double moon light as Sunrise.
The Moon on the Earth is my love, Laughing with me, Fighting with me, teasing me with her looks and talks and promising her presence in my life at good and bad times. Assuring me that life is so beautiful when the trio is together, She me and the full moon in sky.
I want to be there in the “Two Moon Junction” ‘Forever’ and ever.
poem by IndraNeel SatyaNaga
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Medium
Medium, medium.
Waking up I smell the scent of coffee on the brew,
And I think about the amount of the sweet,
Id like to have in my cup today.
One for the two lump, three lump, four.
No half of one, no less no more.
Just give me a chance, let me make it mine.
Id like a medium blend of that piece of pie.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too bitter, not too sweet... medium.
Just enough to ? ? ? ... medium.
Dinner time just rolls around,
And I think I crave a steak but,
Im not too partial to the meat,
When its cooked too long and Im made to wait.
Not too much of the parsony,
And just enough of the spice.
I think Id enjoy a medium-rare dish with a side of fries.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Not too tender, not too tough... medium.
Not too little, just enough... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. just a medium. medium.
? ? ? and I smell the pits but ? ? ? ? ? .
I couldve sworn a ? ? ? last week and scrubbed like ? ? ? .
I like to stink just a little bit,
Just to keep you on your toes yes.
The more I stink the more I think,
That you smell like a rose.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Not too pleasant, not too bad... medium.
Just enough to hold my ? ? ? ... medium.
Medium. medium. medium. medium. medium. medium.
song performed by by Incubus
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A Doe In The City
Little KITTY LORIMER,
Fair, and young, and witty,
What has brought your ladyship
Rambling to the City?
All the Stags in Capel Court
Saw her lightly trip it;
All the lads of Stock Exchange
Twigg'd her muff and tippet.
With a sweet perplexity,
And a mystery pretty,
Threading through Threadneedle Street,
Trots the little KITTY.
What was my astonishment—
What was my compunction,
When she reached the Offices
Of the Didland Junction!
Up the Didland stairs she went,
To the Didland door, Sir;
Porters lost in wonderment,
Let her pass before, Sir.
'Madam,' says the old chief Clerk,
'Sure we can't admit ye.'
'Where's the Didland Junction deed?'
Dauntlessly says KITTY.
'If you doubt my honesty,
Look at my receipt, Sir.'
Up then jumps the old chief Clerk,
Smiling as he meets her.
KITTY at the table sits
(Whither the old Clerk leads her),
'I deliver this,' she says,
'As my act and deed, Sir.'
When I heard these funny words
Come from lips so pretty;
This, I thought, should surely be
Subject for a ditty.
What! are ladies stagging it?
Sure, the more's the pity;
But I've lost my heart to her,—
Naughty little KITTY.
poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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Some Who Came Brought Their Assumptions
There was a meeting at the junction.
Some who came brought their assumptions,
And expressed gumptions malfunctioned...
With a numbing of tongues,
Leaving a spewing undone.
There was no spitting of a bitterness.
Some who came to do it,
Had been tamed and dissed.
What has happened overnight,
Has had an affect on their brains.
With a wished conflict now seen remissed.
Expected were some frowning lips.
And signs of that some said they missed.
But something in the air has been changed.
Everyone seemed quite sane.
With a peace maintained.
There was a meeting at the junction.
Some who came brought their assumptions,
And expressed gumptions malfunctioned...
With a numbing of tongues,
Leaving a spewing undone.
There was no spitting of a bitterness.
Some who came to do it,
Had been tamed and dissed.
With a wished conflict now seen remissed.
And the shaking of hands.
Without lifted balled fists.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daylight Katy
She walks be the sea where the seaworld is
And she waits for the man to come
She lives in town with her high-heeled friends
And she knows its a long way down
But she doesnt have to get up in the morning
With her hair so soft and long
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
She walks to the sea where the seaweed is
Where the rust and the dirt runs deep
She lives nine lives in her midnight world
While her old mans fast asleep
And she doesnt have to get up in the mornin
With her hair so soft and long
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
She lives by the sea when the summer wind comes
And the sea dont mind at all
She talks to the sea when the sea runs wild
And the waves run steep and tall
And she doesnt have to get up in the mornin
With her hair so soft and long
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
Daylight katy come on
Daylight katy come on
If you cant follow me down
Daylight katy go home
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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All Night Train
Transcribed by ed luskey
Last night sorta got so insane,
As I went ridin on the all night train.
Took it down the street and around the block,
Took it downtown baby where the big boys rock.
Roll on, roll on,
Take me where I can ease my pain.
Preacher say boy now where you been?
Getting lead in my pockets,
Putting money in sin.
When the mornin comes not a nickel to my name,
Threw it all away on the all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
I woke up late yesterday afternoon,
My eyeballs feeling like two balloons.
The doctor say things aint never gonna change,
Till you stop riding that all night train.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Ride, let the passenger ride.
Took a little trip to keep from going insane,
Spent the rest of my life on the all night train.
All night train.
All night train.
All night train.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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I think the internal combustion engine will disappear from the streets of our cities in the next thirty years because transportation will be mass transportation, or probably electrical power.
quote by Gaylord Nelson
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I just want someone to explain to the American public why investing in transportation in Iraq is so much more important than investing in passenger rail right here in the United States of America.
quote by Corrine Brown
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The Missed Train
How I was caught
Hieing home, after days of allure,
And driven to an inn—small, obscure—
At the junction, fret-fraught!
How civil my face
To get them to chamber me there—
A roof I had passed scarce aware
That it stood at the place.
And how all the night
I had dreams of the unwitting cause
Of my lodgment. How lonely I was;
How consoled by her sprite!
Thus onetime to me
Dim wastes of dead years bar away
Then from now! But the like haps to-day
To young lovers, may be.
Years, years as gray seas,
Truly, stretch now between! Less and less
Shrink the visions then great in me.—Yes,
Then in me. Now in these.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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The Blind Of This World
The many blind men of this world
Function for the brutality occurring.
The blindness is a separate issue
Known to man, but man is then at loss.
When he drives his car, the blind seek
Their thoughts, only a car can be bought
And brought. This seemly love for transport
Occurs, and reoccurs with insight.
The intellect is hidden of the righteous vehicle,
A vehicle called the car,
That does not hurt nor maim the man
Who is with eyes that see, or ones that do not.
The many eyes roam the Earth with truth seen,
The blind can not see, so recover then drive safely.
poem by Naveed Akram
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