The Perfect Kind of Day
It was the perfect kind of day
As I went for a little ride
Just me out with nature
Taking everything in stride
So relaxing to see the cows
Out in the fields so fresh and green
There is nothing more calming
That I have ever seen
I stopped and got out
Of my car so I could see
The cows right up close
They were fascinated with me
I was in no hurry though
Nothing else that I had to do
Enjoying this time I spent
And I’ll bet you’d enjoy it too
And then I climbed back
In my car and sped away
It truly was enjoyable
The perfect kind of day!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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Hell In A Bucket
Well I was drinkin last night with a biker
And I showed him a picture of you
I said, pal get to know her, youll like her
Seemed like the least I could do.
Cause when hes chargin his chopper
Up and down your carpeted halls
You will think I am dressed up quite proper
Never mind how I stumble and fall.
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least Im enjoying the ride, at least Ill enjoy the ride.
Cause youre a sweet little softcore pretender
Somehow, babe, it got as hot as it gets
With her black leather and gold spike suspenders
And your chain, your black whip and pets.
Well we know youre the reincarnation
Of the infamous catherine the great
And we know how you love the ovation
And the scene that it seems to create.
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least Im enjoying the ride, at least Ill enjoy the ride.
You analyze me, tend to despise me
You laugh when I stumble and fall
There may come a say when Ill dance on your grave
Unable to dance Ill still crawl across it
Unable to dance Ill still crawl
Unable to dance Ill still crawl
Unable to dance Ill crawl.
You must really consider the circus
It just might be your kind of zoo
I cant think of a place thats more perfect
For a person as perfect as you.
And its not like Im leaving you lonely
Cause I wouldnt know where to begin
Well I know you wake up here only
When the snakes come marching in.
You imagine me sipping champagne from your boot
For taste of your elegant pride
I may be going to hell in a bucket, babe
But at least Im enjoying the ride, at least Ill enjoy the ride.
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
Ride, ride, ride
At least Ill enjoy the ride.
At least Ill enjoy the ride.
At least Ill enjoy the ride.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Red Rock Canyon
Oh, what a gorgeous day it was
To drive around the countryside
Autumn was apparent for certain
As I took an afternoon ride
The red hills were sliced off
As though with a sculpture’s knife
Yes, I had such a relaxing day
Putting aside any possible strife
Golden leaves were falling
Softly through the midst
Of everything cold and fresh
I could feel nature’s kiss
Yes, it was nature at its finest
I’m sure you can understand
It was a time to just enjoy
Autumn without a single plan
So I spent this special day
With the sky as my companion
I had a relaxing time at
The beautiful red rock canyon!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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The Guru...
An individual loved to travel,
A traveler, a sack, cigarettes, shoes and tracker denim,
Moved down his alley,
Smooth, rough, tough, dirty road,
Walked, stepped and climbed on and on,
Green grass swayed with subtle flow of wind
Birds chirped with nature's symphony,
Overcast atmosphere, just made it perfect,
Tipper-tapper rain drops, were yet to meet mother earth,
It seemed everyone awaited hilarious fusion of mud and water,
Then what about the traveler,
Huh, he was irritated since he was unable to light a cigarette,
How fool he was not to enjoy what he could have,
But little way ahead, he saw a monkey enjoying his play on the branches,
Truth be told, "The Nature is a Great Guru",
Cigarette met the ground,
The freelancer got a way out of his depression,
A nature can do what it takes,
Just what a perfect eye can make…
poem by Vikrant Jog
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Almost a Perfect Day
My memory of almost a perfect day
the weather was sunny and perfect
seem like it was beginning of spring
or maybe possibly it was in summer
almost a perfect day
when I was the age of six or seven
the two of us mother and I both took
a walk to a cool mountain spring
close by was a chattering brooke
set back in the leafy green forest
everything was in such harmony
almost a perfect day
walking back down the narrow path
our home set farther down the lane
we encountered a family of geese
which weren't in a very good mood
couple of these geese were agressive
with plans to chase and bite anything
or anyone who came close to them
almost a perfect day
poem by Rachel Nichols
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I'm Not Perfect
I'm (x8)
Had we met at a different time we'd be perfect for each other,
Now were spending all our time, in this world come together,
My heart is aching, from all the love your giving,
Were not faking, is this the life were living?
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
More and more we are together, tryin to discover,
I see a flicker in your eye, are you lookin for somethin better?
You once told me lying on the ground, but keep goin up and down, yo!
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
Why waste it thinkin about it? taste it,
Don't waste it thinkin about it, taste it,
It really doesn't matter wherever i may go,
We're tied together, that's one thing we both know, yo!
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
Now i'm right on time,
I'm not perfect, but i'm perfect for you,
I feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, i feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, i feel right on time,
Right on time, i feel on time tonight, i right on time, now i'm right on time,
song performed by by Grace Jones
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The Perfect Drug
The perfect drug
I got my head, but my head is unraveling
Cant keep control, cant keep track of where its traveling
I got my heart but my heart is no good
And youre the only one thats understood
I come along but I dont know where youre taking me
I shouldnt go but youre reaching back and shaking me
Turn off the sun, pull the stars from the sky
The more I give to you, the more I die
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You make me hard, when Im all soft inside
I see the truth, when Im all stupid eyed
The arrow goes straight through my heart
Without you everything just falls apart
My blood wants to say hello to you
My feelings want to get inside of you
My soul is so afraid to realize
Every little word is a lack of me
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
(whispering)
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the perfect drug, the perfect drug
You are the perfect drug, the drug, the perfect drug
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
Take me, with you
(continues in backround)
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
Without you, without you everything falls apart
Without you, its not as much fun to pick up the pieces
song performed by by Nine Inch Nails
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Perfect Part 2
I don’t need perfect cloth
I don’t need perfect hair
What I need is a confidence
I don’t need perfect score
I don’t need perfect job
What I need is a support
I don’t need perfect word
I don’t need perfect dream
What I need is a chance
I don’t need perfect agreement
I don’t need perfect control
What I need is a solution
I don’t need perfect holiday
I don’t need perfect memories
What I need is a peace of mind
I don’t need perfect home
I don’t need perfect family
What I need is a comfort
I don’t need perfect love
I don’t need perfect life
What I need is an understanding
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Langwidge
'The flamin' cows!' 'e ses; 'e did, an' worse;
'Twas 'orrible the langwidge that 'e used.
It made me blood run cold to 'ear 'im curse;
An' me that taken-back-like an' confused;
W'ile them poor beasts 'e belted an' abused.
'They couldn't shift,' 'e ses, 'a blanky 'earse!
The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' You oughter 'eard 'im curse.
You would a bin that shocked. . . . An' the idear!
'Im usin' such remarks about a 'earse;
An' 'is own brother buried not a year.
'Not move a blanky 'earee!' 'e ses. My dear,
You 'ardly could imagine langwidge worse.
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' Wot would the parson say?
An' 'im so friendly-like with 'im an' 'er.
I pity 'er; I do, 'cos, in 'er way.
She is respectable. But 'i! It's fur
From me, as you well know, to cast a slur,
On anyone; but wot I 'eard that day. . . .
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' I know quite well that we
Ain't wot you'd call thin-skinned; and nasty pride
Is wot I never 'ad.... But 'er! ... W'y she
She's allus that stuck-up an' full o' side;
A sorter thing I never could abide.
An' all the time 'er 'usband.... Goodness me!
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' O' course 'e never knowed
That I was list'nin' to 'im all the w'ile.
'E muster bin a full hour on the road;
An', Lord, you could 'a' 'eard 'im for a mile.
Jes' cos they stuck 'im in that boggy sile:
'If they ain't blanky swine,' 'e ses, 'I'm blowed!
The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' W'y, if it 'ad occurred,
An' me not 'eard, I'd 'ardly think it true.
An', you know well, I wouldn't breathe a word
Against a livin' soul, I don't care 'oo;
Not if the Queen of Hingland arst me to.
But, oh! that langwidge! If you only 'eard!
'The flamin' cows!'
'The flamin' cows!' 'e ses,, an' more besides.
An' fancy! 'Im! To think that 'e would swear!
W'y 'Blarst!' 'e sez... Yes! 'Blarst the'r blanky 'ides!'
(Oh, you may well throw up your 'ands an' stare!)
Yes - 'Blarst,' 'e ses, 'the'r blanky 'ides an' 'air!
I'll out the blanky skin off er the'r sides!
The flamin' cows!'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Thundering On (Cavatina Sequence)
(after Thom Gunn)
A far off hum breaks the noon time silence,
rumbling thunder
of a manmade kind draws near, grazing cows
pause in wonder,
swallows, some in wheeling flight,
nesting under
a highway bridge swish about in some fear,
as some oncoming danger they do hear.
Men and women sit astride motorbikes,
with legs touching,
in almost a solemn intimate ritual,
everything,
even their black helmets, leather jackets,
is vibrating
to the essence of acceleration
of being in powerful forward motion.
With each other they are most intimate
and personal
as in unison they drive, they throttle on;
impersonal
beyond black visors, jackets, pants and boots;
emotional
they act, are a sheer force riding robust,
their uniforms are covered with dust.
There is some great joy, a sense of freedom;
the wind and sun
are tugging at the very centre soul,
with unknown fun
as they past in perfect control of speed;
as they are one,
with nature in a sudden kind of bliss
that some view as being utter reckless
Man, woman on roaring machines against
gravitation
becomes something more than mere human
intimation,
they are together travelling to their
destination,
next to the road the cows graze at the fence,
the swallows chirp after the inference.
[Reference: 'On the Move' by Thom Gunn.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Perfect Gentleman
There is no doubt about it
Im one of a kind, baby
I am le dartagnan de coeur
As you may see, candy
And Im talkin with my eyes
And I walk in different styles
Im the genuine man!
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Kneel down, inhale my odor
Come, kiss my hand, angel
Dare to explore my higher
Grounds
Strive to deserve me,
Ma cherie
And my winds
Surpass perfume
Im charismatic at full bloom
Im the genuine man!
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am, I am, yes I am
(perfect)
Oh lord, what can I do
I cant resist my own
Reflection
How would possibly anyone?
Cause I am (perfect)
Yes I am (perfect)
Oh lord I am (perfect)
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
Yes I am
I am a perfect gentleman
song performed by by Helloween
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A Perfect Gent
He was a perfect gent,
Who having thus been lent,
This, Oh such precious key,
With which to view a property,
Which he hoped she might like to buy.
She'd deemed him a lovely guy.
He was a perfect gent,
Who seemed to be intent,
On making so sure that she,
Felt absolutely free,
To look around the place,
And, perhaps, consider it her base.
He was a perfect gent,
Who seemed to be content,
To follow just behind
Her, whilst she was thus inclined,
To take her time to survey,
Each room along the way.
He was a perfect gent,
Who smiled at her and sent,
A shiver, down her spine,
Which to her was quite divine,
Leaving her with a special kind,
Of fascination, in her mind.
He was a perfect gent,
Who hoped that she'd consent,
To become his future wife,
And to travel so, through life,
Hoping too, that this property,
Would hold the vital key.
He was a perfect gent,
Who in the time they spent
Together, in this prime location,
Made her feel such wild elation,
That, standing entranced by his side,
She consented to become his bride.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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A Red Dirt Day
It was just a lazy afternoon
Not much was going on
I decided to take a drive
And I thought as I drove along
How much I enjoyed every day
With red dirt beneath my feet
And on this lovely journey
Friendly cows were such a treat
Hay bales lined up like dominos
So needed for winter feed
Newly plowed bright red fields
To plant those precious seeds
A pond with dazzling red draws
A tree or two around
I always have my window down
To hear the country sounds
Ah yes, I have the perfect life
A place I will always stay
I wish you could be with me
For a perfect red dirt day!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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When people start writing there is this idea that you have to get everything right first time, every sentence has to be perfect, every paragraph has to be perfect, every chapter has to be perfect, but what you're doing is not any kind of public show, until you're ready for it.
quote by Irvine Welsh
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My Canadian Chronicles 19
Sitting in the sunshine
enjoying the silence of the day.
Relaxing, as all my worries
seem a million miles away.
I don’t want reality to ever kick in
as I sit enjoying the sunshine
on a peaceful summer’s day.
I am enjoying all nature’s natural sounds
like the birds chirping in the trees.
Enjoying summers stance
as the smell of new mowed grass
perfumes the summer day.
It is just like heaven
relaxing on a summer’s day.
13 June 2009
poem by David Harris
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Perfect Time Of Day
It's the perfect time of day
It's the last day of your life
Don't let it drift away
While your heart is still racing
It's the perfect time of day
And you wont feel a thing
And you wont recall anything at all
Close your eyes and take your last breath
Press your head aside, the end is the beginning
Everyone between is so lost, so lost.
Let your colors collide
The time is so right
I keep running behind
But I know your meaning
You love to fall
The perfect time of day
Chorus
Wooooo it's the perfect time of day
Come on now
It's the perfect time of day
it's the perfect time with you
song performed by by Howie Day
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There Is Nothing Perfect
basic is the rule
there is nothing perfect
in this world: no perfect person
there will always be lapses
no perfect planes
there will be crashes sometimes
no perfect clothes
for summer, some colors will still be hot
no perfect friends, there will always be
betrayals from time to time
there is even no perfect time
sometimes we caught in a whorl
with the whore
in a black hole where we do not know
anymore what happens next
there is nothing perfect even
in moderation
no perfect life
neither death,
ask God, he is not either
he was once in error
when he became
man.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Perfect World
In my perfect world
The sky is a perfect blue
The grass is a soft green
And together are me and you
In my perfect world
The sun is a perfect heat
No global warming
It would be a treat
In my perfect world
There would be no disease
The flowers would bloom everyday
And no one would cut down trees
In my perfect world
No one would be poor
The streets paved with gold
Silver for the floor
In my perfect world
Death would never come
Pain would go away
And no one would be dumb
In my perfect world
The government would not rule
We’d chose for ourselves
What we thought was cool
In my perfect world
Racism would not exist
Discrimination would be over
And nothing would end with fists
But then I remember
I can’t believe it’s true
But my world really is perfect
Because I spend it with you
I need something to do when I'm not working, or I crawl up the walls. So I've just taken up kung fu. I was looking for some kind of calming, relaxing activity. I tried yoga, but it wasn't really me.
The Perfect Partner
The perfect partner
By: marshall chapman
1982
When I sang marshalls song, I thought of summer nights at
The beach long ago doing the shag to the drifters records
And wanting desperately to fall in love. I still like to shag to
The drifters.
Look over here theres a girl
Ive never seen her before
Her eyes are lookin straight at you
Across the crowded dance floor
Ooh ooh shes smilin
What a beautiful sight
Oh I got a funny feelin
Shes gonna dance with you tonight
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont try to lead or follow
Perfect partner by your side
Ooh you got to take a chance
You got to let somebody move you
It can happen at a dance
If theres a rhythm you can groove to
Ooh here she comes yall
Shes comin straight to me
Shes gonna ask me if I want to dance
Ill just have to wait and see
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
The worse thing that can happen is
She steps on your toes
But til you take that first step with her
How will you know, know, know
Chorus:
That she could be the perfect partner
She can take it in her stride
She wont have to lead or follow
Perfect partner by my side
Chorus:
She could be the perfect partner (she could be the perfect partner)
She can take it in her stride (she can take it in her stride)
She wont have to lead or follow (she wont have to lead or follow)
Perfect partner by my side
Ooh ooh ooh ooh
- notes:
Background vocals: timothy b. schmit, harry stinson
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Death of a Perfect Day
She smiles at me through crimson skies
with passion burning in her weary eyes.
This day has a perfect aura
A perfect sun, today to savour.
Each dying second gives a moment pause
Its almost time, she will not last.
This day will make a sure descend
and be replaced by a mistress's shadow soon.
Say your good-byes and wave to her now
A sudden end, no more time will allow.
The death of the day breathes life for another
Tommorow be blessed to see one other.
Another just as kind as she
still I fear it will not be
as the perfect one I knew
The sun may yet rise again
- Its the death of a perfect day.
poem by Godfrey Morris
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