Strange(narrative poem)
I bumped into a guy
he said watch out
i told him hi
but he pushed me out
out into the streets i go
honk honk the cars go
bump the big truck hits me
and all the cars drive over me
the powpow pulled his gun out
and shot the man on his mouth
and there i landed lost my life
lonely in a silent night
poem by Jana Ghossein
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Strange (narrative poem)
i bumped into a guy
he said watch out
i said hi
he pushed me out
out into the street i go
honk honk the cars go
bump the big truck hits me
and all the cars drive over me
the powpow pulled his gun out
and shot the man on his mouth
and there i landed lost my life
lonely in a silent night
poem by Jana Ghossein
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Honkin Down The Highway
Honkin honkin down the gosh darn highway
Tryin tryin to get past them cars
Got a got a little date with an angel
Shes the one that said shed go with me
To see a little movie tonight
(honk honk honkin down the highway)
Her folks told me that shes lonely
And she loves me only
Shes used to running away from guys
Prayin prayin that shell hold me tight (hoo!)
And hopin hopin that shell see the light
Who cares if I gotta spend my money
Even if I have to act funny
To go and steal her heart away
(honk honk honkin down the highway)
Take it one little inch at a time now
til were feelin fine now
I guess Ive got a way with girls
Honk honk honkin down the highway
Honk honk honkin down the highway
Honk honk honkin down the highway
Honk honk honkin down the highway
Honk honk honkin down the highway
Take it one little inch at a time now
til were feelin fine now
I guess Ive got a way with girls
Prayin prayin that shell hold me tight (yeah)
(honk honk honkin down the highway)
And hopin hopin that shell see the light
(honk honk honkin down the highway)
Who cares if I gotta spend the night
(honk honk honkin down the highway)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Cars Are Cars
Words & music by paul simon 1983
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Similarly made. similarly sold
In a motorcade. abandoned when theyre old
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Engine in the front. jack in the back
Wheels take the brunt. pinion and a rack
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
But people are strangers
They change with the curve
From time zone to time zone
As we can observe
They shut down their borders
And think theyre immune
They stand on their differences
And shoot at the moon
But cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Drive em on the left. drive em on the right
Susceptible to theft in the middle of the night
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
I once had a car
That was more like a home
I lived in it, loved in it
Polished its chrome
If some of my homes
Had been more like my car
I probably wouldnt have
Travelled this far
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
Cars are cars all over the world
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Honk If You Honky Tonk
Well, I got a bumper sticker
On the back of my truck
There aint another like it
Cause I had it made up
I can tell whos behind me
They give themselves away
Lay on their horn when they read this phrase
Chorus:
Honk if you honky tonk
Dont if you dont
But, if you do
Dont you love to
Honk if you honky tonk
Me and Friday night go hand in hand
Ice cold beer and a swingin band
A girl on my arm that wont let go
She caught my little sign about a mile ago
Repeat Chorus
Well, just the other day I was cruisin through town
Sheriff pulled me over, I thought I had it now
I rolled down my window, he said with a grin
I want one of them stickers or Im gonna run you in.
Repeat Chorus twice
Honk if you honky tonk
I hear ya honkin, yeah
Im pullin over,
Lets honky tonk
song performed by by George Strait
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Made Of Stone (808 State Remix)
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
your final flight can't be delayed
No earth just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Tin twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Every Hoodie Has His Big Honk
New words pop up everyday
to add in the dictionary.
Now one of the later words is Hoodie
to go with the collection.
Now a Hoodie is someone
who looks a bit like a Monk.
However, what is the first thing that you see
when you spot one of them,
it is their trademark,
and I’m not talking about the hood,
I’m talking about their honk
that stretches out from within.
The bigger the honk,
the bigger the hood
to try to cover it.
Now Mick Jagger has his lips,
but a Hoodie always has his honk.
Everyone one is different,
just like a fingerprint,
even Scotland Yard have started
a new records department
and it is called the Honkers Records Office
with thousands of photographs of Honks
peering out from under hoods.
Soon your Passport photograph
will not be displaying a picture of you,
but just a picture of your honk.
Even the people at the Guinness Book of Records
have started a new section called
Honkers of the world.
The biggest honk is owned by
Eliza Shrinking Violet
with one all of 64 inches long.
Pinocchio came in second place.
He could be first next year
as his honk is still growing.
16 November 2007
poem by David Harris
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Made Of Stone
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight can't be delayed
No earth just sky it's so serene
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
I'm standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for as far as I can see
Tin twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home
Sometimes I fantasize
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Don't these times
Fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone
song performed by by The Stone Roses from The Stone Roses
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Made Of Stone
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel
The last thing that your hands will feel
Your final flight cant be delayed
No earth, just sky its so surreal
Your pink fat lips let go a scream
You fry and melt I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Im standing warm against the cold
Now that the flames have taken hold
At least you left your life in style
And for far as I can see
Ten twisted grills grin back at me
Bad money dies I love the scene
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Is anybody home?
Sometimes I fantasise
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Dont these times fill your eyes
When the streets are cold and lonely
And the cars they burn below me
Are you all alone
Are you made of stone?
song performed by by Stone Roses
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Yesterdays Toys
Girls I watch them Girls.
Girls new at university brained.
Girls Girls different all focused.
Girls some seemingly scatter-brains.
Spreading nonsense squawks
honk honk honking drains.
Them Girls Like Them Boys
Discarding Lectures Like Yesterdays Toys.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Outside Life
While walking through
that jungle of concrete
that I call my home
where all the houses seem
glued together
and the cars honk
at the j-walking civilians
where the billboards and ads
scream to you
from high in the air
I stop to think
(in all that hustle and bustle)
what life is like
outside of this place
poem by Annie Janine
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The Last Sundowner
He sat upon a fallen log
And heaved a long, deep sigh.
His gnarled hand fondling his old dog
As his gaze went to the sky.
"There goes another pane," said he
"A soarin', roarin' pest!
They robs a man of privacy,
An' motor cars of rest."
"Sundownin' ain't the game ut was
Since men have took to wings;
An' life grows narrer, jist because
Of plans an' cars an' things.
For the planes have pinched me privit skies
An' the cars have grabbed me earth
An' all the news by wireless flies;
So what's sundownin' worth?
"Time was when I could sit me down
Where man had left no sign,
An' earth an' sky for miles aroun'
For that one hour was mine.
And I could sit an' think me thorts
An' watch the sun go west
Without no crazy ingine's snorts
To break into me rest.
"And as the afternoon grew late
I'd seek the haunts of men,
An' at some lonely homestead gate
I'd have sure welcome then;
An' tucker-bags were gladly filled,
And rest found for my back,
In ‘change for bits of news I spilled
And gossip of the track.
"But now that wireless spreads its lies
From this and other lands,
They look on me with hard, cold eyes
An' give with grudgin' hands.
It's them that has to give me news;
And when I seek some wide,
Once silent scene, planes spoil me views,
An' cars honk me aside."
He sat upon a fallen log
And heaved a long, deep sigh:
"We're agein', me an' my ole dog,
An' old things have to die.
Sundownin's dead; men's minds an' ways
Is changin' with a jerk.
Seems like I'll have to end me days,
Travellin'; in search of work."
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Cars
Cars
Almost everybody has one, but what little thought we give them.
We drive our cars to work and school but even then we don't give our cars much thought.
You go from one exteme to the other, one guy might pay about $20,000 for a car, while another may pay $150,000 for a car.
Cars are an earthly object, yet we all see people that go overboard with their cars.
poem by Sean Bitikofer
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Safe And Sound
Jesus, and the third world poets
carrying their dying children
across the starvation desert...
the stench of disease,
poverty, and dead eyed
hopelessness, ... hangs
in the indifferent air.
if you dont know their names
they're not real, just pictures
on the news you turn off...
finish your supper,
throw out the scraps;
get in your cars, and
go for a drive...
turn up the radio!
speed up! roll up your
windows... safe, and sound....
honk if you love Jesus!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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City Nocturne
'Where there is no peace, there is no light.' Thomas Merton. Honorable Reader: Reflections on My Work
I dwell in city nights
hear cars cruising
down streets
streaming confusion
whispering,
boulevards of light
stunted lanes,
high-
wire siren, stunned
shot-
finders, tense
dispatchers rolling
black and whites,
ambulance
coroner's wagon
while laughing,
from theatre emerging,
from restaurant and bar
unaware, we swarm
through rivers of blood
to black cars, crush
of silent plush
power windows up
lock the doors
and slowly drive
through those
shimmering
terrible,
beautiful
streets.
poem by Steven Federle
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Saturday Night Streets
Saturday Night Streets
Cars driving back and forth
People of different colors walking down the streets
laughing
talking
drinking
enj oying the night
The streets are talking to me
These streets have stories
different cars, different colors
I Love these streets
I love the night
I love Saturdays
l think I'm in love with these streets
I'm in love with Saturday night streets
Mon, Tues, Wed, Thurs, Fri, Sun belongs to workers and the sun
Saturday belongs to the night, people and these streets
Saturday Night Streets
poem by Rebecca Succes
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Cars
Cars
Here in my car
I feel safest of all
I can lock all my doors
Its the only way to live
In cars
Here in my car
I can only receive
I can listen to you
It keeps me stable for ( nights )
- this is the only wrong word you put days
In cars
Here in my car
Where the image breaks down
Will you visit me please?
If I open my door
In cars
Here in my car
I know Ive started to think
About leaving tonight
Although nothing seems right
In cars
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Honky-tonk Moon
Dirt road in the twi-lght, woods so cool and dark.
Up a-head pale ne-on, somewhere a dog barks,
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Breaking up the pool balls, chalk-ing up the cues
Juke box pumping soft-ly, lazy sum-mer blues
Honky-tonk moon, keeps shining on my ba-by and me
Chorus
Through the blue smok-y haze, all through the haze
Trouble seems to melt a - way.............
My hearts on a roll, Im easy in my soul
Theres no hur-ry, no wor-ry, things are go-in my way
My arms a-round my ba-by, shuf-flin on the floor
Cig-a-rettes and saw-dust, squeak-y old screen door.
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
Out-side the dark is fal-ling, stars are twinkling bright
That old hoot owl is calling, every-things all right
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
Honk- tonk moon, keeps shin-in on my ba-by and me.
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Rapture
(harry/stein)
Toe to toe dancing very close
Body breathing almost comatose
Wall to wall people hypnotized
And theyre stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture
Back to back sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face sightless solitude
And its finger popping
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture
Fab five freddy told me everybodys fly
Dj spinning I said my my
Flash is fast flash is cool
Francois cest pas flashe non due
And you dont stop sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground
And out comes the man from mars
And you try to run but hes got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head
And then youre in the man from mars
You go out at night eating cars
You eat cadillacs lincolns too
Mercurys and subaru
And you dont stop
You keep on eating cars
Then when theres no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet
Face to face
Dance cheek to cheek
One to one
Man to man
Dance toe to toe
Dont move too slow cause the man from mars is through with cars
Hes eating bars
Yeah wall to wall
Door to door
Hall to hall
Hes gonna eat em all
Rapture
Be pure
Take a tour through the sewer
Dont strain your brain
Paint a train
Youll be singing in the rain
Said dont stop to the punk rock
Well now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on tv
cause the man from mars wont eat up bars where the tvs on
And now hes gone back up to space where he wont have a hassle with the human race
And you hip hop
And you dont stop
Just blast off sure shot
Because the man from mars stopped eating cars
And eating bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!
song performed by by Erasure
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Making Cars
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars for people....
But why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars that people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
Oh no!
And other fantasies they believe!
'Can you put that back on the assembly line?
I'd like to hear that one more time! '
They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh no!
They're making cars,
That people can't keep!
Oh?
But they will not shake away their greed needs.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Rapture
Toe to toe, dancing very close.
Body breathing almost comatose.
Wall to wall, people hypnotized.
And they're stepping lightly.
Hang each night, in rapture.
In rapture.
Back to back, sacroiliac.
Spineless movement and a wild attack.
Face to face, sightless solitude.
And it's finger popping.
Twenty four hour shopping in rapture.
Fab five freddy told me everybody's fly.
D.j. spinning, i said, "my, my."
Flash is fast, flash is cool.
Francois, c'est pas flashe non due.
And you don't stop, sure shot.
Go out to the parking lot.
And you get in your car and drive real far.
And you drive all night and then you see a light.
And it comes right down and it lands on the ground.
And out comes the man from mars.
And you try to run but he's got a gun.
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head.
And then you're in the man from mars.
You go out at night eating cars.
You eat cadillacs, lincolns too.
Mercurys and subaru.
And you don't stop.
You keep on eating cars.
Then when there's no more cars you go out at night
And eat up bars where the people meet.
Face to face.
Dance cheek to cheek.
One to one.
Man to man.
Dance toe to toe.
Don't move too slow 'cause the man from mars is through with cars.
He's eating bars.
Yeah, wall to wall.
Door to door.
Hall to hall.
He's gonna eat 'em all.
Rapture.
Be pure.
Man to man, body muscular.
Sismic decibel by the jugular.
Wall to wall tea time technology and a digital ladder.
No sign of bad luck in rapture.
In rapture.
In rapture.
song performed by by Blondie
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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