Auto Modown
Auto modown
Down in youngstown
Bodies in the street
Auto mowdown
Noon in downtown
Bodies with no feet
Auto mowdown
Down in youngstown
Bodies got deblues
Auto mowdown
Noon in downtown
Bodies with no shoes
An acidhead goon in a 55 dodge
Didnt mean to do it
But a sidewalk run in the noonday sun
Ten to one he had to lose it
song performed by by Devo
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Return Journey to the inception of my memory by an auto rickshaw
Auto rickshaw, a carriage
Like a tortoise
Returns
Along my obsolete graveled
Road.
Auto rickshaw rolls on;
My bucolic had
Rocked
Mirth of a birth,
Rapturously.
Auto rickshaw passes by
Nuptial Hall, where
Bride,
With dowry gold, was
Bartered.
Auto rickshaw pauses before
Rural maze, where
My
Career knocks were
Mocked.
Auto rickshaw, the three
Wheeled, creeps through
Nostalgia
Scenting text books once
New.
Auto rickshaw halts now
On the lap,
For
Road is lost in
Fog.
poem by Fabiyas M V
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On Auto Systematic
On auto systematic.
Delighted I am,
To have a light that shines.
I had been one quite static...
And fanatic in lacking to feed,
My own needs.
I'm on auto systematic.
And programmed to have all by bolts,
Committed to a tight snug fit.
Sidetracked no longer my knack...
Or quick am I to trip.
I'm on auto systematic.
Sidetracked no longer my knack.
Auto systematic.
With a preference I keep in tact.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Every single country that has an auto industry is stepping forward to help that auto industry. Why wouldn't we help this industry too, because it needs 3.5 million jobs.
quote by Jennifer M. Granholm
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Youngstown
Here in northeast ohio
Back in eighteen-o-threejames and dan heaton
Found the ore that was linin yellow creek
They built a blast furnacehere along the shor
And they made the cannonballs
That helped the union win the war
Here in youngstown
Here in youngstown
My sweet jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in youngstown
Well my daddy worked the furnaces
Kept em hotter than hell
I come home from nam worked my way to scarfer
A job thatd suit the devil as well
Taconite coke and limestone
Fed my children and made my pay
Them smokestacks reachin like the arms of god
Into a beautiful sky of soot and clay
Here in youngstown
Here in youngstown
My sweet jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in youngstown
Well my daddy come on the ohio works
When he come home from world war two
Now the yards just scrap and rubble
He said them big boys did what hitler couldnt do.
These mills they built the tanks and bombs
That won this countrys wars
We sent our sons to korea and vietnam
Now were wondering what they were dyin for
Here in youngstown
Here in youngstown
My sweet jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlinin youngstown
Here in youngstown
From the monongahela valley
To the mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of appalachia
The storys always the same
700 tons of metal a day
Now sir you tell me the worlds changed
Once I made you rich enough
Rich enough to forget my name
And youngstown
And youngstown
My sweet jenny Im sinkin down
Here darlin in youngstown
When I die I dont want no part of heaven
I would not do heavens work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me
To stand in the fiery furnaces of hell
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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How To Make Money
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
the world’s full of it
in cyberspace
and in shopping malls;
the world’s full of money schemes
in our real world
and where we buy a drink
or get more fries
it’s full on
about how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
make money, pal
they say
doing nothing;
I’ve got an auto system
and all you need is internet
and all you’ve got to do
is sit back and let the dollars roll
into your bank account
so tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
come in to this meeting
another group says
and we’ll show you how
show you how easy it is
how easy it is to make money:
it’s auto, auto, auto, fully automated
and the money keeps coming;
the money rolls
rolls in, rolls in, rolls in
tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money
it’s all so easy
because we want
you to enjoy the life
we’ve earned;
we’ve made our money
and we want you to share
in the happiness;
it’s all so easy, dear friends –
we’ll guide you each step of the way;
we’ll show you how to make the money
so they’ll tell us
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money:
the only thing is
what they mean is
how to make money for them, babe,
how to make money for them
with a simple transfer of money
transfer of money, transfer of money
transfer of money from the foolish
transfer of money from the foolish to the deceitful;
wealth is, dear darling,
wealth is the transfer of money
from the foolish to the cunning
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion
poem by Raj Arumugam
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How far to the next garage
Just as I stopped at a garage today
the car’s engine died,
as it was running
with the yellow light burning
and the last gasoline was gone.
I had no cash on me
and there was no card machine
and the auto bank
at the shop was broken
and I was told,
about an auto bank at the next garage.
I started walking
and found a black man
along the way.
How far to the next
garage I asked
and he replied,
just on the other side
of the bridge.
On the other side
of the bridge,
there was one more bridge
and on the other side
of it,
no garage could be seen
for two kilometres or more.
So I wondered while I walked along
with a plastic can in my hand
that if he really didn’t know
why did he lie,
or was the man
too afraid to be seen
as a fool
while the biggest fool
was I?
poem by Gert Strydom
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Grand Theft Auto
She was a young sweet kid
Wearing a black choker
On her scrawny teenage neck
Living in a fatherless home
In close proximity to drugs,
Her lonely mother lost
In the pursuit of rent
On survival’s calamitous streets.
A lot of nearly emaciated girls
Link arms and bodies and souls
With the worse of dirty gangster boys.
Soon they’re paying dues on hooker avenues
In high-heeled hooker shoes
Until their already dreamless eyes
Glaze over with lifelessness.
Of course, there will be an explosive mix
Of violent degradation and sex.
She was a young sweet kid,
Just another one lost like this,
But somewhere in a suburban mall
Someone is buying a make-up kit
And Grand Theft Auto
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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The Extasie
Sat we two, one another best,
Bodies were left; souls rose and met.
They transacted their love at best.
Struck by the sight of their bodies,
Motionless, the souls asked themselves:
‘Our bodies why so we forbear?
They are ours, though they are not we.’
We are flames and they are matter.
‘We owe them thanks because they thus
did us, to us, a first convoy
yielded their forces, senses to us.’
The souls returned to their bodies,
And declared in solemnity:
“To feel love, we live in bodies.”
29.10.2008
[ Based on the poem with the same title, written by the famous love poet John Donne 1572-1631]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Busted Motor
Going on and on about the goings on,
Around town...
Seems profoundly self indulgent.
And has gotta go!
Like an auto towed.
You know...
There has to be another mode,
For you to show...
You've grown beyond your offensiveness.
that has stooped to a level,
So very low.
How about a refreshing reset on your life?
Without your bookkeeping needs,
You perform creep peeps on people secretly.
Who cares who is cheating on their husbands,
Girlfriends, lovers and/or wives.
Some people do learn from birth...
They can live on their own merit.
Witrhou that spying done you've inherited.
Going on and on about the goings on,
Around town...
Seems profoundly self indulgent.
And has gotta go!
Like an auto towed.
That has been overloaded by a busted motor!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Busy Bodies
So you think that you have seen her
When youre lying in between her
And you tell me that you dont care
Busy bodies getting nowhere
Evrybodys getting meaner
Busy bodies
Caught in the concertina
You check her outline
Break her regulations
You watch her legs through several
Service stations
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youre ready for the merger
With the company youre part of
And you do the dirty business
With your latest sleeping partner
Youre becoming
Automatic
Busy bodies
Out playing with the traffic
You want attention
You try my patience
With the best intentions you are nothing but a nuisance
Busy bodies
Busy busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere
Now youve given your performance
Though the matinee was idle
And you find that a wave of her right hand
Could seem so tidal
Just a second
Satisfaction
Busy bodies
Temporarily out of action
You wash and brush up
You want to dress up
You want to kiss her
But shes busy with her makeup
Busy bodies
Very busy
Getting nowhere
Nowhere (x6)
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Body Architects
i'm starting from scratch
i'm putting the pieces together
day by day.. one by one.. i'm the only one
my surroundings affect the structure.. of my state of mind
just when you think everything is fine
the foundation cracks... in a fraction of time
so look in the mirror.. it doesn't lie
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
i skipped the school of the learned for the... majority
but i figured it out the hard way.. my own way.. the only way
and it made me stronger... bigger than the rest
i'm the architect that knows my body best
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
we rock the party that rocks the body!!
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
we... we all forget
that we're the architects of the bodies we inhabit
song performed by by Tommy Lee from Never A Dull Moment
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Robes and Bodies
Kings, juries or priests are known by their robes.
Robes, not their bodies, demand attentions.
Souls are known by bodies they occupy.
Bodies shade souls as robes shade bodies.
(15.05.2011)
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A male gynecologist is like an auto mechanic who has never owned a car.
quote by Carrie P. Snow
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Kiss = 2
Lips
Signature...
With
Loving
Auto graph...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Auto racing is boring except when a car is going at least 172 miles per hour upside down.
quote by Dave Barry
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Pride is a powerful narcotic, but it doesn't do much for the auto-immune system.
quote by Stuart Stevens
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Well, the way things are going, aside from wheat and auto parts, America's biggest export is now the Oscar.
quote by Billy Crystal
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I liken myself to Henry Ford and the auto industry, I give you 90 percent of what most people need.
quote by Adam Osborne
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People who think it doesn't matter who owns our auto industry are flat wrong.
quote by Robert Lutz
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The whole purpose was to say that it doesn't have to be a zero sum. It's not the environment or jobs. You can have both. You can help the auto industry achieve that if you have investment in plants.
quote by Jennifer Granholm
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