Deportee (solo Demo)
In the Arrivederci Roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fiberglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess to another faceless, backless dress
Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
Deportee
There's a tatty beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down and everybody fiddles
Deportee
But a thousand dollars won't buy you a Yank, you wife, alas
There's a thousand years of history ground in this chaser glass
And how I wish that she was mine
I could have been the King in Six Eight Time
Deportee
Oh, it's a brittle charm, but she's had enough
Still she wrote her name upon his paper cuff
And you don't where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than finally talking shop
When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
Well, I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of Frank Sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In America the law is a piece of ass
Deportee
So it's Schnapps, chianti, porter and ouzo
Pernod, vodka, sambuca--I love you so
Deportee
Deportee
Poor Deportee
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The Deportees Club
The demo of deportee has essentially the same lyrics as this earlier version of the song
In the arrivederci roma nightclub, bar and grill
Standing in the fibreglass ruins watching time stand still
All your troubles you confess
To another faceless backless dress
Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo
Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so
Deportee
Tatty beauty talking in riddles
Rome burns down everybodys on the fiddle
Two thousand dollars for wife and some class
A thousand years drowned in a chaser glass
How I wish that she was mine
I could have been a king in six eight time
Schnapps chianti porter and ouzo
Pernod vodka sambuca I love you so
Deportee
Its a brittle charm but shes had enough
Still she wrote her number on his paper cuff
You dont know where to start or where to stop
All this pillow talk is nothing more than talking shop
When I came here tonight my pockets were overflowing
They took my return ticket without me even knowing
I pray to the saints and all the martyrs
For the secret life of frank sinatra
But none of these things have come to pass
In america the law is a piece of ass
Im a deportee
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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Deportee
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
You're flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contract's out and we have to move on
But it's 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My father's own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til' they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You won't have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Deportee (Plaine Wreck At Los Gatos)
The crops are all in and the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Youre flying them back to the mexican border
To pay all their money to wade back again
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal and some of us are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
But its 600 miles to that mexican border
They chase us like outlaws, like rustlers, like theives
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
My fathers own father, waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sister come work the fruit trees
They rode the truck til they took down and died
The airplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who are these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves
The radio said they were just deportees
Goodbye to my juan, goodbye rosalita
Adios mis a-mi-gos, jesus and maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
All they will call you will be deportee
No, all they will call you will be deportee
All they will call you will be deportee
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Deportee
The crops are all in, the peaches are rotting
The oranges are piled in their creosote dumps
Theyre flying you back to the mexico border
To pay all your money to wade back again
My fathers own father, he waded that river
They took all the money he made in his life
My brothers and sisters they work in the fruit trees
They rode the truck till they took down and died
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
Some of us are illegal, and some are not wanted
Our work contracts out and we have to move on
Six hundred miles to the mexican border
They chase us like rustlers, like outlaws, like thieves.
We died in your hills. we died on your deserts.
Weve died in your mountains, and died on your plains.
Weve died neath your trees, and weve died in your bushes.
Both sides of the river, weve died just the same.
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
The skyplane caught fire over los gatos canyon
A fireball of lightning that shook all our hills
Who were all these dear friends all scattered like dry leaves?
The radio says they were just deportees.
Is this the best way we can grow our big orchards?
And is this the best way we can grow our good fruit?
To fall like dry leaves and rot on the top soil,
And be known by no name except deportee.
Good-bye to my juan, good-bye rosalita
Adios mes amigos, jesus e maria
You wont have a name when you ride the big airplane
And all they will call you will be deportee
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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The Purple Lady
A welcome Christmas break.
Half a week off the turps.
Time for wine, whiskey, gin,
vodka, sambuca, ouzo and peach schnapps.
Or peach schnapps vodka ouzo combinations.
But what is the exact formula
for Helen’s secret recipe?
A really well mixed purple lady?
Sixty percent meths
to forty percent
straight orange juice.
Or meths seventy thirty
to get really spacy
before getting drunk.
Helen said getting back
on the meths
is like
‘holding hands
with a long lost lover’.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
Turps and Meths – both are colloquial New Zealand kiwi
terms for methylated spirits.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Illegal Immigration
The hour of darkness covers many men.
They enter foreign soil illegally.
En mass invasion time and time again.
The problem is arithmetically
impossible to stop. Deportation
is just an empty word that represents
a losing battle across the nation.
Until we take a tougher stance, miscreants
below the border will invade the north
in droves. We must begin enforcing laws
to curb this exodus and thus set forth
our firm intentions: Stay away because
if caught your stay is brief my deportee.
Su clase no se desea aquí!
poem by Albert Ahearn
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Like A Refugee
Treated like a refugee
Never seems to be a place for me
In my mind there is a scene i see
My house is burning
No-one returning
To a land once free.
Dreaming like a deportee
Cast away upon the open sea
No hand of friendship for the likes of me.
I feel the thunder
I'm going under
And i can't get free.
If there is a heaven
I don't want to hang around this hell.
I could be an angel
Let god (slip? )out of heaven back to hell.
And i say
I wont cry, no more tears
I wont cry, no more tears
Carry me away from here
Cut the crying and the see-through tear
Make emotion dissappear
My life is changing
I'm re-arranging
Everything i feel.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Like A Refugee (I Won't Cry) (Pandemonium Mix)
Treated like a refugee
Never seems to be a place for me
In my mind there is a scene I see
My house is burning
No-one returning
To a land once free.
Dreaming like a deportee
Cast away upon the open sea
No hand of friendship for the likes of me.
I feel the thunder
Im going under
And I cant get free.
If there is a heaven
I dont want to hang around this hell.
I could be an angel
Let God (slip? )out of heaven back to hell.
And I say
I wont cry, no more tears
I wont cry, no more tears
Carry me away from here
Cut the crying and the see-through tear
Make emotion dissappear
My life is changing
Im re-arranging
Everything I feel.
song performed by by Gary Numan
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Why Bother To Vote?
Canadians seldom vote which doesn't mean that we don't care,
But nothing much changes in Ottawa that we are aware,
Where illegal immigrants and refugees claim Charter rights,
And the politically correct are afraid to turn on the lights.
We need binding referendums which all parties refuse,
They're busy taxing and spending and maybe going on a cruise,
We need set-date elections and compulsory voting for all,
Australia has it but we have to read the rules on the cell wall.
And the parole boards are busy letting criminals out of jail,
Or arranging for others to get cheap and easy bail,
We are our own worst enemy with Trudeau's Charter of Rights,
Where every criminal, refugee, deportee scream their delights.
Nov 26 2010
poem by James Bredin
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Drunk Weather (Life Poem)
An altitude of ale
A barometer of beer
A circulation of champagne
A depression of damassine
An equilibrium of eau de vie
A fractus of fenny
A gust of grappa
A hail of horilka
An isotherm of icewine
A jet stream of jenever
A kilopascal of kirsch
A layer of limoncello
A metamorphism of mead
A nocturnal of nuvo
An overcast of ouzo
A persistence of porter
A reaction of rakia
A storm of sake
A torrent of tequila
An updraft of unicum
A vortex of vodka
A winter of whiskey
A disaster of drink.
poem by Ian Beckett
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Hey Porter
(johnny cash)
(c) - (g) - (f)
(c) hey, porter, hey porter! would you tell me the (f) time?
(c) how much longer will it be til we cross that (g) mason dixon line? (c)
At daylight would you tell the engineer to slow it (f) down;
Or better still, just stop the train cause I (g) wanna look a (c) round.
Hey, porter! hey porter! what time did you say ?
How much longer will it be till I can see the light of day ?
When we hit dixie would ya tell the engineer to ring his bell;
And tell everybody that aint asleep to stand right up and yell.
Hey, porter! hey, porter! please, go on and get my bags for me,
I dont need nobody to tell me now that Im in tennessee.
Were not so far from home, you know, and its a-getting light outside
This old train is a-puffin smoke and I have to strain in my eyes
Hey porter! hey porter! please open up the door.
When they stop this train Im gonna get off first cause I cant wait no more.
Tell the engineer I say, thanks a lot. and I didnt mind the fare.
Im gonna set my feet on southern soil, Im gonna breathe the southern air.
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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O Do Not Forsake Me (Demo)
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me for you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure you think that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do you know?
In my darkest hour I'm talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where
I go to defent misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, I'd say that's old
ONe thousand years old, but what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends, we'll be one thousand years old
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song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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O, Do Not Forsake Me
O, do not forsake me, my indolent friends
O, do not forsake me though you know I must spend
All my darkest hours talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, you think thats old
One thousand years old
But what do you know?
In my darkest hour Im talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
Oh, some have forgotten the flower of speech
And walks through the garden where I go to defend
Misbegotten notions while talking like this
For I am one thousand years old
One thousand years old
Sure, Id say thats old
One thousand years old
But what do I know?
In your darkest hour, my indolent friends
Well be one thousand years old
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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The Man Who Never Heard of Frank Sinatra
The man who had never heard of Frank Sinatra: he lived
A perfectly ordinary life in America. Born in 1915,
He followed all the fads, read the newspapers, listened
To Television, knew who Dean Martin and Sammy whathisname
Were (Sinatra's friends), but somehow, by a one in a
Zillion fluke, whenever Sinatra came up, he was out of the room.
Or his attention was diverted by something else, and
(You will say this is impossible, that it cannot be), never
Heard him sing, like a man in my generation who somehow
Missed the Beatles though he had heard everything else.
Once, just as he was about to hear the name Frank Sinatra
A plane flew overhead--he was fifty-five years old--his hearing
A little more impaired. He had heard of Humphrey Bogart,
Of Elizabeth Taylor, of Walter Cronkite, and of perhaps a hundred
Forty thousand other celebrities names by the time he died,
And yet he had never heard of Frank Sinatra. The Greeks had
That famous saying, "The luckiest man is he who was never born."
Which is kind of gloomy, but I think they were wrong.
The luckiest man is he who never heard of Frank Sinatra.
poem by Aaron Fogel
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Talkin Talkin
Talking, talking
It doesnt really matter
If you know my name
It doesnt really matter
If you see things the same
As I do
It doesnt even matter
If Im tied and tense
It doesnt even matter
If Im still making sense
Over you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
Talking, talking
It doesnt matter
What the people
All around you say
Be careful how
You listen
They dont know you
The way that I do
And if you wanna
Talk about it baby
Thats alright
Its better if I say it
Than to sit down
And write it to you
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Cos Im only talking, talking
It can be that
Youre here with me
When Im standing out
On my own
The words of love
That you gage
When we were alone
It doesnt matter
If you want to
Rock and roll all night
I know youre gonna
Be there when the
Feeling is right
The feeling is right
The feeling is right
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
Im just talking, talking
Talkin, talking
You know Im just
Talking, talking, talking, talking
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Love Meeting Love
Im so nice - making love
Together were as one - in a time
We have found our way - to another day
So tonight well stay
Jungled us - we cry
Never yours and mine
Love meeting love say baby
Take my soul
Being in this place - to the night
Hoping in your arms - and take me in
And well start again
Moving to the park - sepry our design
Love meeting love youh youh
(interlude)
And floating - lost in love
The world is all they want - next to mine
Time is standing still - for you end me
So silently
Talking in there eyes - knowing your goodbyes
Love meeting love yeah yeah
song performed by by Level 42
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You've Got Your Troubles
you've got your troubles
Fortunes
I see that worried look upon your face,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
She's found somebody else to take your place;
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
I too have lost my love today,
All of my dreams have flown away.
Now just like you i sit and wonder why;
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You need some sympathy, well so do i,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
She used to love me, that i know,
And it don't seem so long ago
That we were walking, that we were talking
The way that lovers do.
And so forgive me if i seem unkind,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
(counter: and it must seem to you, my friend
That i ain't got no pity for you,
Well, that ain't true,
You see i love that little girl, little girl, little
Girl.)
I'd help another place, another time,
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
You've got your troubles, i got mine.
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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Shop Talk
I seen you in your pajamas
Drinking coffee at the house of pies
You was flipping for the check
And talking like your tongue was paralyzed
You were saying something
That I dont understand
Bout looking other places
While youre holding my hand
Lets stop
Lets not
Talk shop
In front of all these guys
Chorus:
Lets not
Talk shop
Shop talk
Shop talk is talking something
That you dont realize
Loose lips sink ships, shake hips
Bad tips draw spies
I want you when I can get you
But you only want me on the rise
Well I thought I had your number
But your numbers too loud
Now youre standing on the table
And were drawing a crowd
Lets stop
Lets not
Talk shop
In front of all these spies
song performed by by John Prine
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Golden Years
he finally reached his golden years
wanted to leave his family,
thoughts and love to share.
so he sat with pen in hand
wrote about his lifes plan.
it started off with just his dream
never expecting the unforseen.
as his plans began to unwind
he found himself lost in time.
he joined the army at an early age
this was to become the setting stage
he survived the street gangs and a war
and never talking about what he saw.
he managed retail businesses all his life
met the woman who would become his wife.
he had always loved children
so he thought it was time
his wife agreed and it turned out fine.
a beautiful little girl came into their life
and everything seemed twice as nice.
now he had two women who captured his heart
and knew right then, that this was the start.
the start to his golden years
with his wife he could share.
all the dreams that were meant to be
was now becoming a reality.
but the years was going by fast
he knew his dreams would not last.
now with this thought in mind
he decided it was time
to put his life in perspective
for the golden years to become effective.
so he changed his train of thoughts
a late retirement he would abort.
he retired before his time
so he could enjoy life the way
that it was meant to be
living happy and carefree.
now that he finished writing
down his thoughts and plans
he let them know
'YOUR PERCEPTION BECOMES YOUR REALITY'
and this is what mine was to me.
the golden years are now mine
and i'm lost in its time.
poem by Louis Rams
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One
One thousand voices
But not one heard
One thousand thoughts
But not one word
One thousand troubles
But no one will know it
Unless I decide to
Finally show it
One thousand cuts
Run down my arm
A tribute to my
Life of self-harm
One thousand scars
That will not heal
One thousand people
Who will not feel
One thousand but no more
I finally decide
There will be one less person
And one more suicide
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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