The Story Of A Shoe
i'm a pink boot
walking around the zoo
and i hear the hoot
of an owl
calling my name
i wonder how
i'm a high heel
dancing in a party
with a group of friends
including lace-ups,
flats and wedges
i go shopping the day after
and soon i find myself crying
because my human friend
is buying another pair to wear
oh my god
she just opened the box
and showed me the pair
i can't belive it that
she's putting m off
and trying them on
i'm so dead '
coz if she buys them now
she'll never wear me again
and i might be thrown away
oh no no no.
poem by Zubaida Boland
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Shopping For Dresses (feat. Loretta Lynn)
Jimmie Dickens, Merle Haggard, R. Q. Jackson
Down through the ages men have died for women
And done so for many times
Each time I loved one, I ve always lost one
Seems the right one is so hard to find.
Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color, one in each style.
I ll find a lady someday to wear them,
My shopping will be done for awhile.
I ll bet somewhere s a lady shopping for britches
Comparing the value, appraising each pair.
Maybe someday the Lord will bring us together
And we ll both have a new wardrobe to wear
Shopping for dresses with no one to wear them
One in each color and one in each style.
Maybe someday if I'm lucky
I ll find someone to wear them
And my shopping will be done for awhile.
My shopping will be done for awhile.
I m looking for a lady who ll look good in dresses
She must be red-headed, green eyes and be fair.
I ll make exceptions to all my requirements
As long as she s willing to care.
Chorus:
I just saw a beauty with blue eyes, what a cutie
Bond hair like a halo around her did flow,
But the brunette beside her would be just as lovely
In the dresses I bought long ago.
Chorus:
Now as I sit here dreaming, planning and scheming,
Why should I make standards when everyone knows
As your need ranges, women make changes
And you must accept them or just let them go.
Chorus:
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Broken Hearted
Pushed aside like some nasty vegetable at dinner
Thrown away like an old pair of shoes
Kicked around just like a soccer ball
Broken hearted like some ex girlfriend
Treated like a pair of dirty gym socks
The hurt you did we will never be the same
No more playing games
shopping sprees, great presents
or even just those nights to talk
You hurt me like we were never even friends
You hurt me and I do forgive you
But I will never forget
A Pair Of Eyes
A pair of eyes constitutes the mass of art,
A pair of eyes, tells the throb of heart.
A pair of eyes, is a cool forest pond.
A pair of eyes, is sorcerer's wand.
A pair of eyes, mirrors the soul and mind.
A pair of eyes, thru which man we find.
A pair of eyes, sees all our deeds,
God's eyes are those, one's conscience needs.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Don't Come Cryin' To Me
Throw out our love
Like it was old news
Be sure to wear your best pair
Of walking out shoes
Go take the world
Into your hot hands
You want the music baby,
Go have the dance
Ooh when you miss my love
And you're thinking about
How good it use to be
Ooh when you long for my touch
[Chorus:]
Baby please don't come crying to me
Remember you were the one
Who wanted to be free
That's how you wanted to be
So don't come crying,
Don't come crying to me
Don't you come crying
Walk out the door and go on and go free
Step on my heart like
It's the ground under your feet
Find another lover if you want to
You got to do whatever you got to do
Ooh but when the nights get cold
And you're thinking about
How hot we used to be
Ooh and when there's no one to hold
[Chorus x3]
song performed by by Cher
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Arabian Nights
I can fell the light from your eyes
racing my mind
Fighting back the tears of my life
for the last time
You can take the crown from your head
losing it soon
I can taste the end of your dream
Empire Ruined
Can you hear them calling
Can you feel the hurt
Can you see them watching now
Can you hear them calling
Can you make another round
Can you see them dancing now
I can see the light from your eyes
Bounce from the moon
Walking down the valley by night
Leaving here soon
Can you hear them calling
Can you feel the hurt
Can you see them watching now
Can you hear them calling
Can you make another round
Can you see her dancing now
I'm not lucky
You're not lucky
We're not lucky, no!
I'm not crying
You're not buying
You won't take it slow
Solo
Everybody's leaning on you
Nothing seems to break at all for you
Everybody's screaming at you
Ooooh
Chasing after you
I can see the light from the sky
Melt in your eyes
Can you hear them calling
Can you feel the hurt
(They'll) never let her out!!!!!
song performed by by Zebra
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One Pair of Eyes
One sock found...
Still requires a pair of shoes to wear,
For those with two feet!
But one pair of eyes is no guarantee,
A pebble can not cause one to stumble
On a path taken under a bright and clear sky!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Everybody must wear out one pair of fool's shoes, if he wear no more.
Faex Populi
Around me is a mass of morphing colours;
pink black white pink black
Around me is a dull shopping paradise; a graveyard,
subfusc, dead people with dead minds
scrambling around aimlessly,
wandering in that straight line,
to nothingness, somber.
They are all alive; but it is far too late.
They are owned by these terriying neon colours,
and their crude surroundings. But then again, they still say, let's go shopping. Because it's what they do best.
Like a shop window, entrancing, untoucable.
Wondrous, splendiful.
Dull, dying, dead.
I wear my old Tuesday socks on Friday; and
they say I'm going crazy.
poem by Ballerina With Fins
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Party In The Kremlin
Party in the kremlin
People seein red
Lenin got the elbow
Its a different mob instead
Party in the kremlin
Its the only place to be
You better wear your rolex
Like a true new revolutionary
Party in the kremlin
No more kgb
So what is it they do now?
Can anybody see?
Party in the kremlin
Its the hottest spot in town
Discos and casinos
Never let you down
Trippin in siberia
Rock and roll hysteria
Vladivostok to moscow
And all points in between
Its a new place
Got a new face
And a brand new dream
Party in the kremlin
Suits from tokyo
Guccis are a shinin
Smokin marlboro
Party in the kremlin
Drivin foreign cars
You better find an angle
If you want to play a part
Dancing bears and presidents
Acting under influence
We got bank loans
And cell phones
And levis to wear
They got us linin up
For mickey ds in pushkin square
Vsea govorjat dal
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
Party in the kremlin
song performed by by Nazareth
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Yo' Bootay to Hoottang Boot
Youcanbuttonupyourcollarfromthebottomtothetop.
So-no-onebothersyouforwhatyou'vegot.
Pretendi ngyou'vegotsomethingyouhavenot.
Or-youcoul dchoosetokeepitlockeduptight.
So-youdon'thavet odropittofeedanappetite.
It's-yo'bootayhoottan gtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
Letothersm isunderstandyourstimulationindebate.
Inplayerh atecasestheywannamandate.
Letothersdecidewhosi detoride...
Withwideyedliestheytrytohide.
I t's-yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's yo'bootayhoottangtopootang,
Whoyouchoosetoscrewandboot.
It's-yo'bo otaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
It's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
Youcanbuttonupyourcollarfromthebottomtoth etop.
So-no-onebothersyouforwhatyou'vegot.
Pretendingyou'vegotsomethingyouhavenot.
It 's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
It's-yo'bootaytohoottang,
Whoyoupootang.
Hoot!
Letothersmisunderstandyourstimulationinde bate.
Inplayerhatecasestheywannamandate.
Le tothersdecidewhosidetoride...
Withwideyedliest heytrytohide.
It's-yo'bootayhoottangtopoot ang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
Yo'bootay to hoottang...boot!
oooowww....
Boot!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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False Eyelashes
(Bob Tubert & Demetrius Tapp)
Folks back home think I'm a star now when they hear my records play
They say there home town girl made good and she'd go a long long way
Mom wonders why I don't drive back in that big fine car I own
The truth is I don't have a car and I'm ashamed to go back home
A pair of false eye lashes and a tube of cheap lipstick
A pair of worn out high heel shoes and a dress doesn't fit
These are all my possessions all I have to my name
And a record played in my home town is my only claim to fame
I'm so glad that dad can't see me now, his favorite little girl
Singing in this dingy place on the wrong side of the world
And I'm glad that I can't see the boy that offered me his name
For I was blind and turned from him in this empty search for fame
A pair of false eye lashes and a tube of cheap lipstick
A pair of worn out high heel shoes and a dress doesn't fit
These are all of my possessions, all I have to my name
And a record played in my home town is my only claim to fame
Yes a record played in my home town is my only claim to fame
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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We may say that a basic substance is one which has a lone pair of electrons which may be used to complete the stable group of another atom, and that an acid is one which can employ a lone pair from another molecule in completing the stable group of one of its own atoms.
quote by Gilbert Newton Lewis
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Get Them Booted
Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.
Clipping coupons may ease,
A setback to fill the void...
Of feeling trapped,
Lifeless.
With happiness scratched,
Off of your top ten list of priorities.
As if sadness is your chore.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
Boot those blues,
You are too quick to slip on.
Like a pair of comforting shoes.
You choose to wear,
With a careless attitude.
And despairing to keep,
Your relief unreleased.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get them booted,
Don't let them root.
Get yourself together.
Protect from stormy weather!
And chisel obstacles that come to stand in your way.
Don't you let them in your life parade.
Get them booted,
Don't let them root.
Get them booted,
You can do this if you choose.
Get them booted,
Only you can pick and choose 'your' good news.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I came in with my idea of what a cowboy would wear, but then I met some real cowboys and they said that I rode the horses well, shoed the horses, but no good cowboy would be wearing a pair of Levi's. I had to get a good old pair of Wranglers.
quote by Steve Kanaly
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I belive
I belive in people dying
I belive in people crying
I belive in people trying
I belive in people falling
I belive in people running
I belive in people talking
I belive in people breathing
I belive in people seeing
I belive in different reasons
I belive in breath through seasons
I belive in peoples love
I belive in peoples trust
I belived in you
Where did you go?
Why did you leave?
How come I still love you?
Never again will
I belive in you
~Alexandra robert~
poem by Alexandra robert
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Mama Told Me
Mama told me not to go dancing-She said itwas a sin no doubt-Sometimes I went out dancing-Mama never did find out-Mama told me not to wear make-up-She said just be as you are-But I couldn't deal with that-That was really going too far I liked high-heeled shoes-I thought they were so neat-Mama said don't wear high-heeled shoes-They'll just ruin your feet.
poem by Joy Thacker
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High Classed
(clarke / hicks / nash)
Youre high classed
Well, your taste is good
I know I cant love you
Like I know I should
But weve got a good understanding
Ah, weve got us
You wear good clothes
When I wear rags
You got educated friends
But weve got a good understanding
Weve got us
We cant be seen in public
Oh, we gotta find lowly places to go
If they see me
Walking with you
Your friendsll cut you dead
Ive seen it happen, I know
You eat caviar
When I eat toast
You know I cant buy you
The things you like most
Weve got a good understanding
Weve got us
Ah, sing those songs
Break
We cant be seen in public
Oh, we gotta find lowly places to go
If they see me
Walking with you
Your friendsll cut you dead
Ive seen it happen, I know
You eat caviar
When I eat toast
You know I cant buy you
The things you like most
Weve got a good understanding
Weve got us
Oh, yeah, aw, weve got us
Believe me
Weve got us
song performed by by Hollies
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I want to find a way to reach young women emotionally and also to start providing clothing for them so that they can wear the same things their thin friends can wear. I really want to do evening wear and prom dresses for these girls.
quote by Delta Burke
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The Ones On The Streets
I was human once and it looked a lot like you.
Hopes, dreams, and bathrooms.
Surprisingly easy how that all slips away.
Hunkered in alleys, cops chasing when you left your leg to piss.
I used to worry about important things like what to watch, what to wear, where to go have a drink, and who might win the game.
Now it is all frivolous.
Where to sleep, when will I eat, will I find a coat to wear, and who will win the race towards death?
The junkie or the prostitute.
All so frivolous.
When I was human you would have smiled at me.
Talked to me.
If I had tripped while walking you would have even worried about my health.
Now that I am like the stray down the road you won't even look at me.
Afraid I may follow you home.
Best to not feed me I will only want more.
All these frivolous things they come and they go.
Amazing how hunger never leaves you, it is a horribly loyal companion.
Those times as a human slip from my memory now.
I clutter the street with the whores and shooters,
debris at it's finest.
We like to watch you as you do those things that humans do.
All the worrying and the shopping and the anger that your time is not respected by the other humans around you.
It amuses us itinerants.
However are content to worry about our frivolous woes.
As we sell our souls and shoot away our pains
We are constantly reminded of how you 'humans' act.
We see it in the new arrivals to our group daily.
Even the youngest have commenced to leaving your ranks.
So many little ones with the same frivolous cares I now have.
We were apart of your humanity.
We are now apart of your waste.
We know how you are.
We don't want to go back to being human like you.
Better to piss in the alley like the dogs.
poem by Raechael Woodroof
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taking after a friend
for the first time he buys
a pair of sandals
haiku by John Tiong Chunghoo
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