Charlotte The Harlot '88
Dave Murray
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
*Chorus*:
Charlotte the Harlot show me your legs,
Charlotte the Harlot take me to bed.
Charlotte the Harlot let me see blood,
Charlotte the Harlot let me see love.
Taking so many men to your room, don't you feel no remorse?
You charge them a "fiver", It's only for starters.
And ten for the main course.
And you've got no feelings, they died long ago.
Don't you care who you let in?
And don't you know you're breaking the law with the service you're giving.
*Chorus*
There was a time when you left me standing there,
Picking up pieces of love off the floor.
Well Charlotte you left me alone in there,
To make your ends as a bloody whore.
Well Charlotte you told me you love me true,
Picking up pieces of love yesterday.
Well Charlotte you're draws are off color too
'Cause you're making love all day.
Giving a swish with your arse in the air, don't you know what they're saying?
Charlotte you're so refined when you take all the love that they're giving.
Sticking with every man that you find, don't you know what they're after?
Charlotte you've got your legs in the air, don't you hear all the laughter?
*Chorus*
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Charlotte Sometimes
All the faces
All the voices blur
Change to one face
Change to one voice
Prepare yourself for bed
The light seems bright
And glares on white walls
All the sounds of charlotte sometimes
Into the night
With charlotte sometimes
Night after night she lay alone in bed
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The streets all looked so strange
They seemed so far away
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Where all the other people dance
Sometimes i'm dreaming
Charlotte sometimes
Sometimes i'm dreaming
Expressionless the trance
Sometimes i'm dreaming
So many different names
Sometimes i'm dreaming
The sounds all stay the same
Sometimes i'm dreaming
She hopes to open shadowed eyes
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Charlotte sometimes
On that bleak track
(see the sun is gone again)
The tears were pouring down her face
She was crying and crying for a girl
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Sometimes i dream
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Charlotte sometimes dreams a wall around herself
But it's always with love
With so much love it looks like
Everything else
Of charlotte sometimes
So far away
Glass sealed and pretty
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The Sorows Of Werther
WERTHER had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.
So he sigh'd and pined and ogled,
And his passion boil'd and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.
Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-conducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.
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Sorrows of Werther
Werther had a love for Charlotte
Such as words could never utter;
Would you know how first he met her?
She was cutting bread and butter.
Charlotte was a married lady,
And a moral man was Werther,
And, for all the wealth of Indies,
Would do nothing for to hurt her.
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And his passion boiled and bubbled,
Till he blew his silly brains out,
And no more was by it troubled.
Charlotte, having seen his body
Borne before her on a shutter,
Like a well-coducted person,
Went on cutting bread and butter.
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I'm There
Im surrounded by people
People who love me
But I'm so alone
Alone to face my demons
Alone to confront my skeletons
Alone.
Is it possible to feel empty?
I feel it.
Is it possible to want to be seen
When you are everyday?
I'm seen.
I'm heard.
In there.
But I'm still alone.
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I think that our goal in Good Charlotte is just to be Good Charlotte, and whatever happens, whatever that means, we dont even know, and make music and whatever.
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22 Acacia Avenue
(the continuing saga of charlotte the harlot)
(harris/smith)
If youre feeling down depressed and lonely
I know a place where we can go
22 acacia avenue meet a lady that I know
So if youre looking for a good time
And youre prepared to pay the price
Fifteen quid is all she asks for
Everybodys got their vice
If youre waiting for a long time for the rest to do their piece
You can tell her that you know me and you might even get it free
So any time youre down the east end dont you hesitate to go
You can take my honest word for it shell teach you more than you can know
Charlotte cant you get out from all this madness
Cant you see it only brings you sadness
When you entertain your men dont know the risk of getting disease
Some day when youre reaching the age of forty
I bet youll regret the days when you were laying
Nobody then will want to know
You wont have any beautiful wares to show any more
22, the avenue thats the place where we all go
You will find its warm inside the red lights burning bright tonight
Charlotte isnt it time you stopped this mad life
Dont you ever think about the bad times
Why do you have to live this way
Do you enjoy your lay or is it the pay
Sometimes when your strolling down the avenue
The way you walk it make men think of having you
When youre walking down the street
Everybody stops and turns to stare at you
Beat her mistreat her do anything that you please
Bite her excite her make her get down on her knees
Abuse her misuse her she can take all that youve got
Caress her molest her she always does what you want
Youre running away dont you know what youre doing
Cant you see itll lead you to ruin
Charlotte youve taken your life and youve thrown it away
You believe that because what youre earning
Your lifes good dont you know that youre hurting
All the people that love you dont cast them aside
All the men that are constantly drooling
Its no life for you stop all that screwing
Youre packing your bags and youre coming with me
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Kirsten Dunst, Charlotte Gainsbourg, Kiefer Sutherland, Charlotte Rampling, John Hurt, Alexander Skarsgard, Stellan Skarsgard, Brady Corbet, Udo Kier
by Lars von Trier from Melancholia (2011)
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Sonnet XXIV. By The Same.
MAKE there my tomb, beneath the lime-tree's shade,
Where grass and flowers in wild luxuriance wave;
Let no memorial mark where I am laid,
Or point to common eyes the lover's grave!
But oft at twilight morn, or closing day,
The faithful friend with fault'ring step shall glide,
Tributes of fond regret by stealth to pay,
And sigh o'er the unhappy suicide.
And sometimes, when the sun with parting rays
Gilds the long grass that hides my silent bed,
The tear shall tremble in my Charlotte's eyes;
Dear, precious drops!--they shall embalm the dead!
Yes--Charlotte o'er the mournful spot shall weep,
Where her poor Werter--and his sorrows sleep.
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Charlotte Corday
For murder in death by guillotine she had to pay
The legendary woman Charlotte Corday
With a knife she stabbed to death Jean Paul Marat
Whilst he was relaxing alone in his bath,
Jean Paul Marat was one who was not free of taint
A power hungry fellow he was far from a saint
I killed one person to save thousands at her trial she did say
She lives on in legend brave Charlotte Corday
Though it did have it's legends and figures of romance
Not a good Land to live in eighteenth century France
Charlotte Corday was beheaded for murder by knife
Though one can say she did not have a fair go in life
Beheaded in her mid twenties and in her life's prime
But her legend lives on through the centuries of time.
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A Bronte Legend
They say she was a creature of the moor,
A lover of the angels, silence bound.
She sought no friendships. She was too remote,
Her sister Charlotte found.
I know she nursed her brother till he died,
Although she didn't like him; that she had
Housework and all the ironing to do,
Because her maids were bad.
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Of Patrick's death. Contemplative? Well, well!
No Simeon of the Rock!
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When you love someone, you don't want them to suffer at all.
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An Invitation To Tea (A Dark Comedy) Part 3
(It is advisable you read parts 1 and 2 first)
Grace watched him for a few minutes, and then moved to the back of the shop. “He is going to come around at six tonight. I do hop Mr Potter like him.”
“I’m sure he will. Grace.”
“I can’t help feeling bit concerned after Mr Armad.”
“It was the curry Mr Armad insisted on making. Revolting stuff. I felt queasy as Mr Potter afterwards. Anyway Mr Potter always prefers Englishmen, even when Aunty had him staying with her.”
Charles checked his watch, and then knocked the door. The lights appeared in the shop and the silhouette of one of the sisters grew large in the glass panel of the door. Charlotte smiled.
“Do come in Mr Latimer.”
Charles entered and followed Charlotte through to the back of the shop. As they entered the room, Grace turned from the oven with a tray of freshly baked scones. She smiled.
“Please have a seat, Mr Latimer. Tea is ready.”
“Call me Charles, Mr Latimer seems so formal.” he replied as he sat where Charlotte directed. “I hope you don’t mind me asking but where is Mr Potter going to sit? ”
“Unfortunately, Mr Potter prefers to eat alone. You will meet him later. I have told him you are coming and h I looking forward to meeting you.” Grace replied and brought forward the tray if scones. “Please help yourself Charles.”
Charles waited until the sisters were seated before starting.
“I think these are your best scones, Grace.”
“Thank you Charlotte.”
“I will second that. These are best scones I’ve ever tasted. I hope that Mr Potter will appreciate them.”
“I’m sure he will.” Grace replied and watched with satisfaction as the scones disappeared from the plate.
“Another cup of tea Charles? ” Charlotte asked holding the teapot poised.
“Thank you.”
As Charlotte poured out the tea, Grace collected the dishes from the table. “While Charlotte and I do the washing up you sit and enjoy your tea.”
“What about Mr Potter? ”
“We’ll collect his dishes later.”
“Charles drank his tea slowly. He wondered how he could thank the two women. He would have to think of a way later.
Grace and Charlotte smiled and nodded to one another. Mr Potter would enjoy Charles. They dried their hands and placed the dishes into the cupboard.
“I see you have almost drunk your tea. I presume you would like to see Mr Potter now? ”
“Yes please.”
“If you will follow us.”
Charles followed the sisters out of the room and into the garden.
“Unfortunately we have only one pair of stairs leading to the basement.”
“Basement? ”
“Yes, Mr Potter is not one for coming into the house. He is a bit eccentric.”
“Oh.”
2Grace dear, would you put the light on? You will have to watch the bottom step Charles. It can be a bit slippery at times.”
“Aren’t you ladies coming down? ”
“No. Mr Potter does not like women that much. “She said and smiled. “I will close the door behind you.”
Charles descended the stairs. A peculiar stench rose around him. Just as he put his foot on the bottom step, it tilted and he fell forward.
Charlotte heard the splash followed by the thrashing of water. She closed the storm door and called to Grace to switch the light off. Grace joined her there a few moments later.
“How did Mr Potter greet Charles? ”
“His usually noisy self. I do not understand why crocodiles have to make so much noise when they eat. At least with Charles he won’t get indigestion”
8-9 September 1987
poem by David Harris
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America is like an unfaithful love who promises us more than we got.
quote by Charlotte Bunch
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Nowhere To Go
All through the day it was irritation with noise
that led the way, knowing there is nowhere to
turn, nowhere to go, nothing to say, nobody
interested, my head feeling thick, me being
dumb - I could not read a book - could not
hold up my head - not stand the infernal
noise of the radio, my room a tomb
Cold emanating from the icy stones - maybe I
was Aunt Branwell in a previous life, stomping
around in wooden clogs in the old home where
authors Charlotte, Emily and Anne & brother
Branwell - wrote their books, whatever the
case, I feel ill with a burning throat, mind
scrambled - maybe this is not a poem
[Charlotte, Emily, Anne and Branwell Brontë]
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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You think that being a girl is degrading, but secretly, you'd love to know what it's like, wouldn't you?
quote by Charlotte Gainsbourg
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If we would build on a sure foundation in friendship, we must love friends for their sake rather than for our own.
quote by Charlotte Bronte
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Little Things
yeah...
this song is dedicated (this is good charlotte) to every kid thats got picked last in gym class (no what i'm sayin this is for you)
to every kid that never had a date to no school dance
(this is for you)
to everyone who's been called a freek (ya'all Know what i'm sayin) this is for you
here we here we goooooooooooooooooo...
yeah huh what come on (ya'all know what i'm talkin about ya'all know waht i'm sayin) yeah what come on come on come on here we go...
ohhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhh (come on) ohhhhhhhhhohhhhhhhhh (lets do this) here we go...
like the time in school where we got free lunch and the cool kids beat us up (reduced lunch)
And the rich kids had convertibles and he had to ride the bus (55)
like the time we made the baseball team but they still laughed at us (you still suck)
like the time that girl broke up with me cause i wasn't
cool enough
song performed by by Good Charlotte from Good Charlotte
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I couldn't do anything else, I enjoy it so much. But I find it tough.
quote by Charlotte Gainsbourg
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