Beanie G. And The Rose Tattoo
Come here talkin', like a schoolboy fool
Cute and rotten
Ooh, beanie g. and your rose tattoo
Keep on rockin' like the geator say (keep on)
White clogs knockin'
Oh, oh, oh, beanie g. wonder can you play?
Don't be no punk, don't be no candy ass
Don't flunk the test, then expect to pass
Don't understand, and yet afraid to ask
So why you wanna waste your time?
Rose guitar bleeding on your arm
Day-glo farm boy
Oh, beanie g. with your rose tattoo
Oh, beanie g.
Just tell me, where you learnt to rock 'n' roll
You got your licks, but you forgot your soul
You play real hot, but you leave me cold
So why do you wanna, waste my time?
Listen g. boy, better get in line, g.boy
And it's a long one, 'cause the gigs are hard to find
Beanie g. and the rose tattoo
Oh, beanie g. ( g. boy)
Oh, beanie g. ( keep on )
Oh, beanie g. ( g. boy ).
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Beanie and Cecil was the first cartoon I remember watching and I think there are analogies.
quote by Joel Hodgson
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The Footy Man
He wears his club scarf and beanie this cold saturday evening in the late Fall
As he walks from the train to the football oval for to watch a few hours of football
One might say a one eyed supporter he urges his footy heroes on
But he falls silent before the final siren when all hope of a victory seems gone.
In the work canteen on monday morning his workmates at him will have a go
And tease him of how his team lost on the weekend that they were too clumsy and slow
For much livelier and classier opponents though such banter he does not take to heart
One must take the good with the bad days of living and life it's all part
His passion in life is his Football Club a sports minded fellow is Stan
His favourite song is his Club anthem his nickname is the Footy Man
He always wears his club scarf and beanie and he looks forward to next weekend's game
And when his team loses by a narrow margin the umpires he always will blame.
He is happy when his team is winning the smile of joy is on his face
But on the monday after a loss he must put up with his workmates teasing him in the Workplace
But that is all part of life and living we win and we lose every day
But to next weekend he looks forward to when again he will watch his team play.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Hemispheres
Milton's 'May' is of renewal,
Blesses sun's stoked fuel.
Well may May-north warmth inspire,
May-south brings wintry rants:
Hibernate your skimpy wardrobe,
Get out your beanie, where's my pants?
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Quietly Sad
So quietly sad
Can’t breathe
Just want to talk
To anyone who listens
So quietly sad
Knees into chest
Crocheted beanie
Hair of blue rivers
Time only reveals
Discernible truths
And covers what never was
And the end will be what is
So quietly sad
poem by Marijke McKinney
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That's what I do... Some people smoke weed, some people smoke cigarettes, some people snort coke... I pop pills, I smoke and I drink syrup, that's my twist.
quote by Beanie Sigel
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Coddingtown
Went down to coddingtown to buy for lucky dog.
Moved on up to sono-co to clear my head of smog.
People round town they all line up to buy them chevrolets.
But me I talked to the mopar man, been talkin now for days.
I went down to coddingtown, it seemed the thing to do.
You can get it all down there, from tennis balls to glue.
Standin up in the old smoke shop, met a girl named honey pie.
If you shamble long enough, you wanna go, you gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.
I went down to coddingtown and met old santy claus
Beanie boy got a hold of that beard, nearly yanked it from his jaws
I stepped on up to the pizza man and gobbled down some filth.
I shambled round now too damn long I wanna go, I gotta go.
Bring me on back.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place to be.
Lordy, lordy, coddingtown, thats the place for me.
song performed by by Primus
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Tattoo
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The water s still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste anytime puttin it down
Time has been wastin away I can see it
Go sailin on by as it slips through my fingers
The bow and the wave never wait for tomorrow
They just keep on rollin as straight as an arrow
Good night
Girl of my dreams
You get better each day
I wish I could see you somehow
Girls that I love is there no other way
This here tattoo is for now
Id been out drinkin all day
I got carried away at the parlor last night
This summer rose is for you its no wonder
I bothered to wander back into the parlor
Its red and in bloom and its more than one color
It lives on forever for just a few dollars
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So baby whatever you do
Now that its taken its permanent home
This here tattoo is for you
The boys at the parlor downtown
Didnt waste any time puttin it down
Time has been wastin away, you know time doesnt
Wait for nobody to find what theyre after
It just keeps on rolling on down the deep canyons
And through the green meadows into the broad ocean
Good night
Whatever you think of me
Im still your friend
So other than nothin whats new
The waters still flowing
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
The waters still flowin
Through the rose on my skin
This here tattoo is for you
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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EBAY
Parody of "I Want It That Way" by the Backstreet Boys
Yeah
A used...pink bathrobe
A rare...mint snow globe
A Smurf...TV tray
I bought on eBay
My house...is filled with this crap
Shows up in bubble wrap
Most every day
What I bought on eBay
Tell me why (I need another pet rock)
Tell me why (I got that Alf alarm clock)
Tell me why (I bid on Shatner's old toupee)
They had it on eBay
I'll buy...your knick-knack
Just check...my feedback
"A++!" they all say
They love me on eBay
Gonna buy (a slightly damaged golf bag)
Gonna buy (some Beanie Babies, new with tag)
(From some guy) I've never met in Norway
Found him on eBay
I am the type who is liable to snipe you
With two seconds left to go, whoa
Got Paypal or Visa, whatever'll please ya
As long as I've got the dough
I'll buy...your tchotchkes
Sell me..your watch, please
I'll buy (I'll buy, I'll buy, I'll buy...)
I'm highest bidder now
(Junk keeps arriving in the mail)
(From that worldwide garage sale)
(Hey! A Dukes of Hazzard ashtray)
Oh yeah...(I bought it on eBay)
Wanna buy (a PacMan Fever lunchbox)
Wanna buy (a case of vintage tube socks)
(Wanna buy a Kleenex used by Dr. Dre)
(Found it on eBay)
Wanna buy (that Farrah Fawcett poster)
(Pez dispensers and a toaster)
(Don't know why...The kind of stuff you'd throw away)
(I'll buy on eBay)
What I bought on eBay
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Goodbye My Baby
today you were laid to rest
such a shame
because you were truely the best
so very brave and not the least bit shy
quricky and funny
just a top sorta guy
the times we talked
meant so much to me
i laughed at your moonwalk
and you asked about my family
i made fun of your beanie
you told me i was jealous
laughed it off and called me a meanie
you talked to my mummy
and to no supprise
you made a great impression
she thought you were a lovely guy
then you had the band at the ball call my name
i was kinda embarrsed
the other girls felt the same
you added me on facey
just to say sorry
i told you it was funny now
and not to worry
you were so stoked
because after all
it was a pretty funny joke
so i must confess
baby i miss you
in peace may you rest
RIP.
poem by Classic Girl
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This Poem Is For You, ... Forget Me?
you have that rose tattoo
on your arm
there is a bleeding heart on the
side
and when we bathe in the sea
the sun shines there
and i imagine how things bleed
and heal
and get immortalized somehow
on your tattoo of
love and hate and devotion and then
gone for good
you like to retain somehow the lessons
of the pain
the memories of the ecstasy
and the moment
of final separation
i told you last night when we made love
i don't keep memories
i let them drip like a rain in the gutter and they
are kept
better be
in the canals buried deep inside the earth
i like to grow and touch the sun
i am this flower that blooms only once and then die
i don't have a tattoo
i know what i am, i just pass by like a hush, like a sigh.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Rose Tattoo?
you have that rose tattoo
on your arm
there is a bleeding heart on the
side
and when we bathe in the sea
the sun shines there
and i imagine how things bleed
and heal
and get immortalized somehow
on your tattoo of
love and hate and devotion and then
gone for good
you like to retain somehow the lessons
of the pain
the memories of the ecstasy
and the moment
of final separation
i told you last night when we made love
i don't keep memories
i let them drip like a rain in the gutter and they
are kept
better be
in the canals buried deep inside the earth
i like to grow and touch the sun
i am this flower that blooms only once and then die
i don't have a tattoo
i know what i am, i just pass by like a hush, like a sigh
i like the way things are, blank and clueless.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Mr. Songbird
Won't you sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
I got nothing to gain, i got nothing to lose,
But if you sing me a song,
You'll make me happy [?].
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Mister, won't you sing me a song,
Won't you sing a little melody.
Won't you try to help me along,
Won't you sing a little song for me, oh yeah.
Sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
Though i ain't got a beanie
'cause i've nothing to dream,
So if you waiting for nothing,
Do something for me.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
Sing mr. songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
You help to keep my problems away.
You help to keep the devil away.
song performed by by Kinks
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Mr Songbird (from 12 Track Edition)
Won't you sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
I got nothing to gain, I got nothing to lose,
But if you sing me a song,
You'll make me happy [?].
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Mister, won't you sing me a song,
Won't you sing a little melody.
Won't you try to help me along,
Won't you sing a little song for me, oh yeah.
Sing me a song or two,
Won't take you long to just sing to me please,
Won't you whistle a tune.
Though I ain't got a beanie
'Cause I've nothing to dream,
So if you waiting for nothing,
Do something for me.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
Sing Mr. Songbird,
You help to keep my troubles away.
You help to keep my problems away.
You help to keep the devil away.
song performed by by Kinks
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The Girl Who Is Me
Me
A simple word
Yet at the same time
Complicated
Describes a girl who was born
On the 25th of June in 1994
A girl who was two days early
Me
The girl who would
Walk down the street carrying Barney
And holding mommy’s hand
And as she walked in the store
The clerks would ask her
If she was ready for her daily m&m’s
Me
The girl who thought
She was betrothed at five
The girl who got into kindergarten early
Because she was “smart”
The girl who couldn’t tell at first
Whether her first best friend
Was a boy or a girl
Because her hair was so short
Me
The girl who always got good grades
The girl whose reading level
Was above average
The girl who was in love
With beanie babies
Me
The girl who felt trapped
By the arms of her father
The girl who had to
Change the weekends
So that she could stop the sickness
Me
The girl who went to seventh grade
Ready to have fun
And make new friends
The girl who went all through
Junior high with nothing less
Than A’s and B’s
Me
The girl who started high school
With fear of failure
The girl who soon found out
That it wasn’t all that bad
Me
The girl who got hurt
By someone else’s mistake
The girl who, for the longest time
Thought maybe she should
Just give up
But refused to anyway
Even though it was easy
Me
The Footy Barracker
He does love his football his meat pie and beer
And when his team win so loudly he does cheer
He talks with his footy mates at the local pub
Of the weekend game and the winning chances of the club
His wife says that football has gone to his head
That his footy beanie he even wears with him to bed
The barrackers lives revolve around work, family the pub and the game
And footy widows for their wives is an often used nickname
And which club barrackers will sing their club song on that big day in September
In a moment for to cherish and until death to remember
For the losers disappointment for the winners sheer elation
And post Grand Final for a week or more great nights of celebration
It will make his year on Grand Final day if his team is the winner
Whilst he is talking footy in the pub his wife is home cooking dinner.
poem by Francis Duggan
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One Rose
Rose
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each bruise
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you cheated
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you forced me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each pointless arguement
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each crime
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
One for each time you try to end me
One Rose
Two Rose
Twelve Rose
How many more can I live through?
poem by Lexie Night
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Just One Rose...
that's a homework i need you to tell me if i should hand it to the teacher or not...(:
just one rose, a pretty rose...
just one rose for me with no coze...
just one rose pure and true...
just one rose for me is all i can do...
just one rose somewhere out there...
just one rose for me to care...
just one rose when dark days prevail...
just one rose when people only use petrail...
just one rose and all the time...
just one rosefor me is a crime...
poem by rose of death XxX
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First rose
A heart of youthful year was yearning,
Crying out the pain; the burning
Tears would e’er remain until
An answer from the man would see them die.
A sympathetic mirror blessed her –
Softened up the curves, caressed her
Skin to help regain a calm –
Assuage a heaving breast and blushing eye.
And through a struggling mind, a chiming:
Someone at the door; the timing
Perfect and exquisite in the
Reconciliation of her woes.
She took the oak to make the parting,
‘Here! ’ a presentation startling.
Drawing deep through radiant lips, she
Kissed her very dream: a crimson rose.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Wanna Rock
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Dont wanna move or get out of bed
That rock n rolls going straight through my head
They say Im stupid, I really dont care
Whatever they say, well I say thats fair
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Dont waste my money driving round in a car
Save my money for electric guitars
Disco musics just a social disease
If it dont rock me, then it aint gonna please me
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock, wanna rock
Turn up the music, lets have a good time
Dont pull no punches, lay it right on the line
New wave, old wave, third wave will do
It dont matter when Im dancing with you
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock, wanna rock
song performed by by April Wine
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He Is Such A Joyful Winner
He is such a joyful winner but he does not like to lose
His favourite team won at the weekend so he went on the booze
He could not go to work today he feels fuzzy in the head
And nursing his hangover he lay at home in bed.
A football mad young person he surely loves the game
To be the Club's best barracker is his great claim to fame
At every goal his team kicks he whoops aloud in joy
The man in his late twenties at heart remains a boy.
His beanie in his Club Football colours to bed he even wear
His Club as important to him as his wife and children his type no longer rare
In the pub with his drinking mates their main topic is football
The great players and the winners and the losers of the weekend games they recall.
His team won at the weekend but he is in bed today
For too much celebrating his price he has to pay
He proudly wears the Club colours of his favourite football team
And every victory that they have good for his self esteem.
poem by Francis Duggan
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