She Doesn't Use Jelly
i know a girl who thinks of ghosts
she'll make ya breakfast
she'll make ya toast
she don't use butter
she don't use cheese
she don't use jelly
or any of these
she uses vaseline
vaseline
vaseline
i know a guy who goes to shows
when he's at home and he blows his nose
he don't use tissues or his sleeve
he don't use napkins or any of these
he uses magazines
magazines
magazines
magazines
magazines
i know a girl who reminds me of cher
(reminds me of cher)
she's always changing
(she's always changing)
the color of her hair
(color of her hair)
she don't use nothing
that ya buy at the store
she likes her hair to be real orange
she uses tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
tangerines
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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She Dont Use Jelly
I know a girl who thinks of ghosts
Shell make ya breakfast
Shell make ya toast
She dont use butter
She dont use cheese
She dont use jelly
Or any of these
She uses vaseline
Vaseline
Vaseline
I know a guy who goes to shows
When hes at home and he blows his nose
He dont use tissues or his sleeve
He dont use napkins or any of these
He uses magazines
Magazines
Magazines
Magazines
Magazines
I know a girl who reminds me of cher
(reminds me of cher)
Shes always changing
(shes always changing)
The color of her hair
(color of her hair)
She dont use nothing
That ya buy at the store
She likes her hair to be real orange
She uses tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
Tangerines
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Magazines
you see them everywhere
you know those magazines
yeah I've bought a few
they show you everything
so many news stands
as I'm passing by
but rows and rows of you
are bound to catch my eye
now everyone can gaze upon your body
its good for you - I guess you have no shame
I never knew if how I acted
would make you seek revenge
and now I know
and you're in magazines
but is it really you
in the empty world
I shouldn't be surprised
you're an ambitious girl
with all that naked skin as sweet as honey
Maybe you just really needed money
I wondered if I would be punished for
my voyeuristic pleasure
and now I know
and you're in magazines
and now I know
and you're in magazines
now I know
I tear through pages
of every kind of pose
but its not really you I see
when I look real close
no you're a little bit different
you're a little bit different
you're a little bit different
and now I know
and you're in magazines
now I know
and you're in magazines
I'm alone
and you're in magazines
so it never was you
no
song performed by by Duncan Sheik from Daylight
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Out Like A Lamb
Im feeling very moses like
You think that I could lead you?
Or humble, more like david
Would you help me cause I need you?
Or Ill be charismatic
With the power to persuade you
Supposing Im a saviour
Or a drunkard, or your highness
You slither in these sheets
And then you ask me for forgiveness
Ill tell you parables of making love
And spreading kindness
Flames rise like butterflies
Been frightened by my stompin
Im laughing cause they dont know who I am
The philistines toss tangerines
cause springtime is for dancing
In like a lion and out like a lamb
Goliath sits and watches
Tired of this investigation
So children grab your m-16s
And load your ammunition
I will work all night
Rewrite the book of revelations
Flames rise like butterflies
Been frightened by my stompin
Im laughing cause they dont know who I am
The philistines toss tangerines
cause springtime is for dancing
In like a lion and out like a lamb
Now go and tune your guitars
And Ill meet you here tomorrow
Grab that case of scotch
Its all the courage you can swallow
Ill burn for all your sins
But Im expecting you to follow
Flames rise like butterflies
Been frightened by my stompin
Im laughing cause they dont know who I am
The philistines load magazines
cause springtime is for dancing
In like a lion and out like a lamb
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Love Me - Love My Poetry
I once wrote some poetry - the best,
the finest POETRY
My POETRY came with a capital
"P".
My POETRY was distinguished
POETRY, proper, complete line of
Verse POETRY - honorable,
prehistoric, geographical POETRY
Divine, instinctive, even religious
POETRY -
I sent it to the magazines
The very good magazines
The very best magazines -
They returned it to me every time!
I once wrote some inferior POETRY
Low in style, irregular in measure
POETRY
Undignified, trivial, absurd POETRY
inadequate, mischievous, comic
POETRY
Some stuff like this - A CRIME -
I sent it to the magazines
The very good magazines
The very best magazines
They kept it every time!
Now, I ask of you - my question is
fair and brief - I ask
Of you - your ear I pray and beg you
give -
Shall I write intuitive,
comprehensive, reasoning
POETRY
Specific, Godlike, Capitol
committed POETRY
The sort I think will live?
Or shall I write inferior, very bad
POETRY - the kind that soon is
Dead - and send it to the magazines,
the very good, the best magazines
THAT I MAY LIVE INSTEAD!!!
poem by Bonnie Alden Phillips
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Cosmopolitan
Im okay, youre okay
Why remember when it wasnt this way
See my home, see my car
And the beach always used to seem so far
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Im alright, sleep at night
Used to lie awake listening to cats fight
See my hair, see my shoes
And I used to be scared of the dark too
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
Cosmopolitan
And no one touches me
Unless its the way I want it to be
I know I read the right magazines
Im cosmopolitan
And I dont look back
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Transatlantic Drawl
I was born for your magazines
For your magazines
I am trapped in the society page
Of your magazines
Of your magazines
I don't know what it means
Do you see light at the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
Do you see light at the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
At the end of the tunnel?
song performed by by Radiohead
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Serial Blasts
Crushing the tangerines,
escalating the dissent
of lean eyes
for a slaughter in the trench.
Unadorned, the little soft
hole, I watch
display of hair,
teeth and shoes.
Who had conceived
the invasion?
Time clock, you need
a prosthesis to move.
Dehumanize the littered
street. This has become the empire
of death. No crying would
be allowed under the feet.
poem by Satish Verma
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Love Scenes
1.
A body
lives in my pocket
I fathered a hundred moons.
2.
You touch me
with wet nose
I know you have come.
3.
The golden grapes
on your tongue
were very sweet.
4.
Illusion
becomes a squatter
I will peel off the tangerines.
5.
It was
A gold mine, at night
hissing on snake.
poem by Satish Verma
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Resilience
Lift the rock once
again with cool thumb,
hot tangerines.
The ransom was high
and ego levitates-
in drenched moon.
Because you
wanted the replica of
sun within the cult.
poem by Satish Verma
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Five Foot One
Yeah, I like it
Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!
I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my neck
I'm looking up in the city
What the hell what the heck
I stare at the concrete
The girders eye high
The steel's above me
There's love in my eyes
And I'm doing the things
A five foot one man can do
I'm only five foot one
I got a pain in my heart
All the night I'm working
In the amusement park
With a bottle of aspirin
A sack full of jokes
I wish I could go home
With all the big folks
And I wish life could be
Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
Anything
Ugh! Aie! Aie! Aie!
Ugh!
I'm only five foot one
Unless the time has come
I won't grow anymore
Anymore, anymore, anymore
'Till I'm losing my head
I'm checkin' it twice
I'm gonna find out who's naughty and nice
And I'm doing the things a five foot one man can do
I wish life could be Swedish magazines(x3)
I wish life could be
Yeah, I wish life could be
Oooooooooohhh
I wish life could be
I wish life could be Swedish magazines
I wish life could be Swedish magazines
I wish life could be
I won't grow anymore(x3)
Anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore, anymore
I'm only five foot one(x3)
I'm five foot one
song performed by by Iggy Pop
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Now I am a writer who can command fairly good payments from magazines with large circulations, I very often refuse to write for them and still write sometimes for small magazines for nothing.
quote by George Woodcock
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The World Of The Busy Bee
a flight to the petals
of roses
the mission
of the nectar
with codes
of hormones
and grab
and dab
and tab
and gab
of stings on parasol leaves, discharging tangerines and
greens of chlorophyll
orange lights from the sun
in voltages
and gliding
high and low
bzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
such is the world
of the bee
as i watch today with screens on my body,
wishing for more honey
the coming days
such is the world of my bee
working bee, Sisyphus
bzzzz,
zzzz
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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There are times when I flick through magazines and think I'm in danger of becoming a prisoner of my own hair.
More Hair!
You've already taken my lunch, my socks, my long-distance binocs,
Now what do you want?
More Hair!
My jeans, my spleens, my workout magazines,
They're gone, now you want?
More Hair!
I gave you my gum, cilium, chromium,
my green shoes, my feet shoes, my mangy old street shoes,
Come on, you want?
More Hair!
Give me my CDs, my TVs, my Wheaties and my Levi's.
Know what I'll give you?
More Hair!
poem by John W. McEwers
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Life To Me Is
life is full of memories
life is full of hurts and pains
life is bitter like tangerines
life is a box of chocolate
it melts away
life is a match that has just been lite
life is fast so run or you'll be late.
life is not a waste of time
oh how do i love this life of mine.
poem by Jamaya Ewing
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Live Baits
An autopsy was being conducted
with brutality
to silence the rising dialogue,
pulling out the lethal crunch
of scripted history.
You want the kiss of a parting grain.
A secondhand face crops
up in a newspaper. Are you ashamed
of curtains? They have covered
all the skeletons. The tangerines,
why do I remember them
like juicy lips in dark.
We are going to bungle together,
decked up to receive the body
of a honed player.
poem by Satish Verma
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Oranges And Tangerines
Oranges and tangerines,
Your mind is now made up on this love;
Because, you are now forced to love someone else that you don't want to.
Book of Books!
And of the 6900 languages to respect at last;
But your muse is now like the 'Codex Vaticanus' and the 'Codex Sinaiticus'!
For your mind is now made up on this love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Magazines and advertising are flogging the idea that you have to keep changing things and get something new. I think that's balls - evil. But obviously that's your livelihood.
Men's magazines often feature pictures of naked ladies. Women's magazines also often feature pictures of naked ladies. This is because the female body is a beautiful work of art, while the male body is hairy and lumpy and should not be seen by the light of day.
quote by Richard Roeper
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All American Girl
Skin tight soul delight
Changing her life for another
She dreams magazines
Sees herself on the cover
Anything anytime anywhere
Its fitting in that matters
Faithfully she believes in the look he wants to know better
She knows what she wants
Shes an all american girl
She knows what she needs
Shes a sold american girl
She knows what she knows
Shes an all american girl
She does what she does
Shes an all american girl
Sold american
Shes got a double bubble with a bossanova back
Shes a real hot pepper and I like it like that
Its all right you dont have to change your way
Youre all right Im hoping the best part stays
She knows what she wants
Shes an all american girl
She knows what she needs
Shes a sold american girl
She knows what she knows
Shes an all american girl
She does what she does
Shes an all american girl
Sold american
Street smart close to the heart gotta be real
More than the clothes you wear
You know what youve got look to your heart
You carry your history there
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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