Fancy Shoes
click, clack
scraping and scuffing
click, clack
plastic heels on
parking lot
playing dress up
mommy lets me wear
them shopping
click, clack
it's a long walk
from the car
poem by Donald Fredette
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The Dead Coach
At night when sick folk wakeful lie,
I heard the dead coach passing by,
And heard it passing wild and fleet,
And knew my time was come not yet.
Click-clack, click-clack, the hoofs went past,
Who takes the dead coach travels fast,
On and away through the wild night,
The dead must rest ere morning light.
If one might follow on its track
The coach and horses, midnight black,
Within should sit a shape of doom
That beckons one and all to come.
God pity them to-night who wait
To hear the dead coach at their gate,
And him who hears, though sense be dim,
The mournful dead coach stop for him.
He shall go down with a still face,
And mount the steps and take his place,
The door be shut, the order said!
How fast the pace is with the dead!
Click-clack, click-clack, the hour is chill,
The dead coach climbs the distant hill.
Now, God, the Father of us all,
Wipe Thou the widow’s tears that fall!
poem by Katharine Tynan
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Thirty Two
I see, you see, well get a guitar,
Yeah, well get a guitar
And, oh, well get, well get three guitars,
No!, no!!, well get four guitars
And well get herbie lovelle to play drums,
And well do, the
Sha-la, sha...
Well do the sha-, sha-la bit.
Sha-la, sha-, sha-la, sha-la, well do it,
Well get together, uunghh, well get
Uunghh, ttcchh, uugnhh-uunghh-uunghh, like that,
And well do the sha-la bit and then,
Then, then, and well get, well get sixteen guitars,
And then, then well play it,
And then well do that one, yeah.
Let me hear ya do that again.
Over and over, bert berns song, over...
[clack, clack-clack, clack]
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Tippity Tap
Tap Tap, Click Click
On the train
Leeds To London
Click Click go the mice
Strange Tunes from phones
Is there no time
To kick back
To take time
To enjoy the ride
Worker drones drone on
Click Click
Ring Ring
Work appears to end
Beer & wine from the trolley
Relax time
Work time
Travel time is now
Other times
poem by Jason Palmer
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Countenance
Click, click, click, click, click
That’s what I hear, so, stick
Or should I make a move now; quick
Before the others could make me sick
Ponderous thoughts, beating heart
I should have quit right at the start
The adrenalin pushes me to part
With something, nothing, far apart
From Brooklyn, London, Tokyo, Paris
Faceless names which mean to harass
Me now hanging on the crevice
Oh where is now the stupid novice?
Oh well the time is passing by
No longer do I need to cry
It’s just a game so ask me why
Do I bother to groan and sigh?
poem by John B Hayes
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by reba mcentire)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones, christmas joys
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
First comes the stocking of little nell
Oh, dear santa fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
Next comes the stocking of little will
Oh, just see what a glorious fill
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho, ho ho! who wouldnt go? ho, ho, ho! who wouldnt go?
Up on the housetop, click, click, click
Down through the chimney with old saint nick
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Up On The Housetop
Album: Wrangler Cowboy Christmas
(B.R. Hanby)
Up on the housetop reindeer pause
Out jumps good old Santa Claus
Down thru the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones Christmas joys
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
--- Instrumental ---
First comes the stocking of little Nell
Oh, dear Santa, fill it well
Give her a dolly that laughs and cries
One that will open and shut her eyes
Chorus
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Ho, ho, ho!
Who wouldn't go!
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick
Up on the housetop
Click, click, click
Down thru the chimney with
Good Saint Nick...
song performed by by Gary Allan
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I wait for the next opportunity to have something to do with food. If I get rested, my mind just starts creating new dishes - click, click, click.
quote by Paul Prudhomme
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Up On The Housetop
(traditional - arranged by jimmy buffett & michael utley)
(dude, share that wave with me)
Up on the housetop
Reindeer paws
Down comes good ole santa claus
Down through the chimney with lots of toys
All for the little ones christmas joys
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
Next comes the stocking of little bill
Could you see what a glorious ? ?
Here is a hammer and lots of tacks
Also a ball and a whip that cracks
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
(cmon dude share the wave, its christmas
Celebratory celebratory)
Instrumental
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Ho ho ho who wouldnt go
Up on the housetop click click click
Down through the chimney with good st. nick
(so they say its your birthday
Its my birthday too.
Yea I got you a present)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The clock is clicking
The clock is clicking
It is clicking to show just then
A time span of one second
Has become the past
The clock is clicking
Each click means a step
Towards your progress and growth
Optimistic wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means a nail
Onto your coffin
Philosophical wisdom says
The clock is clicking
Each click means the arrival
Of a child in India
Population expert worries
The clock is clicking
Each click means the committal
Of a crime
Police personnel observes
The clock is clicking
Each click means a travel of 2.5 km
In space of the earth's surface
Astromer estimates
The clock is clicking
Each click means a change
In fortune of an individual
Astrologer announces
The clock is clicking
Each click means the admission
Of a heart patient
Health specialist heaves
The clock is clicking
Each click means the drain
Of my battery
The clock cries within
The clock is clicking
Let the clock be clicking
Let any one have his or her inkling
Let us be lively and kicking
Let nothing stop us becoming a king
The clock is clicking
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Objects Status Quo Must Live With
write protest call yell history let folk music play
hear rhythm beat slow tragic Egyptian voice rise
hear click click heels click click as dancers shout
stone washes sounds tempos square rhythm cast rise
souls bound feel a moments fermentation whip raw ripe
people suffer intensely secrets innocence in each night
protests decades baked express days weeks in spotlight
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Stray Cat Blues
I hear the click-clack of your feet on the stairs
I know you're no scare-eyed honey.
There'll be a feast if you just come upstairs
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
I can see that you're fifteen years old
No I don't want your I.D.
You look so rest-less and you're so far from home
But it's no hanging matter
It's no capital crime
Oh yeah
song performed by by Rolling Stones from Beggars Banquet
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Pull My Finger
If I pull my finger on You
Would you pull your trigger?
Bang clack clack pop pop
How many have to drop before it stops
Big man with a trigger
What makes him bigger by blasting off a cap
But how do you figure?
The number one son-of-a-gun is named death
A thief of life
song performed by by Dog Eat Dog from All Boro Kings
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Teeth
English Teeth, English Teeth!
Shining in the sun
A part of British heritage
Aye, each and every one.
English Teeth, Happy Teeth!
Always having fun
Clamping down on bits of fish
And sausages half done.
English Teeth! HEROES' Teeth!
Hear them click! and clack!
Let's sing a song of praise to them -
Three Cheers for the Brown Grey and Black.
poem by Spike Milligan
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Scared of noises
Scared of every noise
Especialy at night
Every creek every click and clack.
Has me jumping out of my skin.
Every brushing tree
People walking by.
Drives me scatty.
Joined with voices in my head.
All i here are past threats.
Noise noise BANG and BANG
gess just shut up noise.
Noises scar me more and more.
Mainly at night.
Every noise
Has a threat for me
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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I remember!
I remember your smell.. the sweet scent of musk.
I remember your sound.. High black boots, click, click click.
I remember your eyes... The look of concern.
I remember your passion... passing on your strengths
Oh Momma I remember and I miss you so.
poem by Vonda Overlie
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Ordinary: An Extraordinary Thrill
The blaring, deafening diesel
Horn warned its imminent approach
To the major intersection
Of town with four cacophonies:
Each longer than the preceding
One as its screeching wheels clamored
Across the unevenly seamed
Cold tracks causing each set of wheels
To rhythmically sound their unique
Click-clack beat as the weathered cars
Swayed side to side in a seeming
Endless queue of commodities.
Far off in the distance is heard
The faint four as it rolled westward.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Lovers.com
Lonely hearts from London to Bombay
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Capricorns and Libras and Virgos
From Illinois Vienna and Rio
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Single girls from desert to seaside
They hitch a ride each night on the worldwide
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Married men tonight while she's sleeping
Logging on and virtually cheating
The search is always on
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
Lonely hearts from Vegas to Marseilles
You never need for gas on this highway
The search is never done
For lovers.com
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks when you click on
Sex for fun
Get your kicks from lovers.com
song performed by by Right Said Fred
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Click, Click
Youthful, delicate, feminine, photogenic,
Her walk stops talk,
Lookers look on,
She catches my eye, points to herself,
her camera ready,
my hands willing, my fingers unsteady,
Her magnetic smile draws eyes
of passers-by,
A wolf-whistle, - Loud,
Laughter from the crowd,
Cameras lifted, click, click,
A reincarnation divine,
burst through eons of time,
Saphire eyes, raven hair,
confidence magnifed in electrified air,
Someone's shout: Elizabeth Taylor,
She puckers her lips,
a camera kiss,
Another wolf-whistle - Loud,
Laughter from the Crowd!
Click, Click.
poem by Elke Nigro
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Clickity, click, click
Clickity, click, click
~
The number of clicks
Those little groups
To which were forced fit
Into the adult world
No more bestest friends
Like a Childs playground game
Long since put to rest
In the pretence of professionalism
Into the workplace we stroll
And those clickity clicks
Outsiders kept at reach
Beyond the context of the conversation
Are we all in the playground again?
Grown up kids clickity click
Little games bestest friends
Don’t like the newbie, kind of strange
Doesn’t fit in, not this place
Not so much the childhood innocence
More the shame of adult ignorance
The way of work and at rest
How its still all a playground game
Pick your team clickity click
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Walk Up To Your House
Walk Up To Yo House
Three Six Mafia
Da End
Submitted by: T-BONE
Yeah he's stayin at the third house right beside the one with the gate
Im unna walk up there an knock on the door (click, click, click)
Yeah Yeah Who is it
Nigga its the health department nigga we got yo tests back you positive hoe!!
(boom, boom, boom) (aaaaaah)
Chorus: Walk up to yo house, knock on yo door, an blow yo ass up!
repeat 8 times
late last night lie in tha bed eyes red thinkin should i get these hoes thinkin
should i cut they head
song performed by by Three 6 Mafia
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