Grinder
Never straight and narrow
I wont keep in time
Tend to burn the arrow
Out of the line
Been inclined to wander
Off the beaten track
Thats where theres thunder
And the wind shouts back
Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat
Got no use for routine
I shiver at the thought
Open skies are my scene
Thats why I wont get caught
Refuse to bite the mantrap
Be led to set the snare
I love to have my sight
Capped everywhere
Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat
(solo glenn)
Ive held my licence
It came with birth,
For self reliance on this earth
You take the bullet
On which my name
Was etched upon in your game
Day of independence
Stamped us like a brand
Round the necks of millions
To the land
As the mighty eagle
I need room to breathe
Witness from the treadmill
I take my leave
Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat
Grinder
Looking for meat
Grinder
Wants you to eat
Grinder
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Violet The Organ Grinder
Chorus:
I am violet the organ grinder
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that I am grinding
Ill die, but I wont go away
I am violet the organ grinder
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that I am grinding
Ill die, but I wont go away
Ooh, wait a minute, I think u better trip on this
Ooh, wait a minute, I think u better trip on this
I was on my way to another room
When an image of u sweetly
Appeared in the mirror
Perhaps u recall
U and I were neatly
In the middle of a crystal ball
That now serves as a reminder
On the wall of u and I the organ grinder
In the greatest concert of them all
I am violet the organ grinder {chorus in the background}
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that I am grinding
Ill die, but I wont go away
Did u know that I still have your stockings?
I keep em in a drawer next to your brazier
Come hither, my sweet, lend me your attention,
Come hither lend my your ear
I do believe that my piano was stolen
I do believe that u want me near
Well I can deal with a sucker
If hes in your mouth,
But I cant deal with insincere
Im the one that lives in your heart
U love me, no matter what u say
Swear you dont miss the organ grinder
Grinding on you every day
I am violet the organ grinder (I am violet the organ grinder)
And I grind all the live long day (and I grind all the live long day)
(check this out)
Ooh, wait a minute, I think u better trip on this
I took all the pictures you gave me,
And I placed them right under my bed
And I pumped and I pumped
til the gasm much as jumped
From my feet to the top of my head, oh boy!
Im violet the organ grinder {chorus in the background}
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that I am grinding
Ill die, but I will not go away
Ooh, wait a minute, I think u better trip on this
Like a puppy, I licked your devotion
From your neck from your eyes from your ears
When you cry, I became your emotion,
And if u ever cry like that again
Ill be here
cause Im violet the organ grinder {chorus in the background}
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that Im grinding
Ill die, but I wont go away
Not even...
[peace to the mutha]
(who turned the mother out)
[peace to the mutha]
(who turned the mother out)
I am violet the organ grinder
And I grind all the live long day
I live for the organ, that I am grinding
Ill die, but I wont go away
song performed by by Prince
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Caltech was a meat grinder like I could never have imagined.
quote by Vernon L. Smith
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Mind Grinder
I'll take a side order of paranoia,
This morning.
I'll take some hash browns...
Fresh hashed from the fields.
Spread that toast with more tension
And pour me another cup of grief!
'Is the mind grinder in? '
We need to have more cocktails
Of poison passed.
Is the mind grinder in?
He's got more sessions...
Those last confessions were bought.
They believe him...
And his twisted way of making it alright.'
Do I need another dose of 'I told you so? '
Even though I feel full of substituted truth
Many seem to be craving with diets of coke!
And that's the joke!
Toking up in puffs of smoke.
'Weed please.
Rolled fine! '
The mind grinder can crank this whine into sorrow.
Making fear too high a price to pay to allow simple peace.
The mind grinder can crank up cruel pictures of life...
Insuring the future will be deep in doom and torment!
Do I need another dose of 'I told you so? '
Do you need another way to be told
How to forget who you are?
Do you need another way to plant fear in your soul.
What has happened to that bold stance for justice?
I'll take a side order of paranoia this morning!
I heard it was the rage.
I'll take a side order of paranoia this morning!
Why should I be the one left not crazed?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Friend of Humanity and the Knife-grinder
Friend of Humanity
1'Needy Knife-grinder! whither are you going?
2Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order-
3Bleak blows the blast;-your hat has got a hole in't,
4 So have your breeches!
5'Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones,
6Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike{\-}
7-road, what hard work 'tis crying all day 'knives and
8 'scissors to grind O!'
9'Tell me, Knife-grinder, how you came to grind knives?
10Did some rich man tyranically use you?
11Was it the squire? or parson of the parish?
12 Or the attorney?
13'Was it the squire, for the killing of his game? or
14Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
15Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little
16 All in a lawsuit?
17'(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)
18Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,
19Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your
20 Pitiful story.'
Knife-grinder
21'Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, sir,
22Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,
23This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
24 Torn in a scuffle.
25'Constables came up for to take me into
26Custody; they took me before the justice;
27Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish{\-}
28 Stocks for a vagrant.
29'I should be glad to drink your Honour's health in
30A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence;
31But for my part, I never love to meddle
32 With politics, sir.'
Friend of Humanity
33'I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd first-
34Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance-
35Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
36 Spiritless outcast!'
[Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.
poem by George Canning
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The Friend of Humanity, and the Knife-Grinder
FRIEND OF HUMANITY.
"Needy Knife-grinder! whether are you going?
Rough is the road, your wheel is out of order--
Bleak blows the Blast;--your hat has got a hole in't,
So have your breeches!
"Weary Knife-grinder! little think the proud ones
Who in their coaches roll along the turnpike-
-road, what hard work 'tis crying all day, 'Knives and
'Scissars to grind O!'
"Tell me Knife-grinder, how came you to grind knives?
Did some rich man tyrannically use you?
Was it the squire? or parson of the parish;
Or the attorney?
"Was it the squire, for killing of his game? or
Covetous parson, for his tithes distraining?
Or roguish lawyer, made you lose your little
All in a lawsuit?
"(Have you not read the Rights of Man, by Tom Paine?)
Drops of compassion tremble on my eyelids,
Ready to fall, as soon as you have told your
Pitiful story."
KNIFE-GRINDER.
"Story! God bless you! I have none to tell, Sir,
Only last night a-drinking at the Chequers,
This poor old hat and breeches, as you see, were
Torn in a scuffle.
"Constables came up for to take me into
Custody; they took me before the justice;
Justice Oldmixon put me in the parish-
stocks for a vagrant.
"I should be glad to drink your Honor's health in
A pot of beer, if you will give me sixpence;
But for my part, I never love to meddle
With Politics, Sir."
FRIEND OF HUMANITY.
"I give thee sixpence! I will see thee damn'd first--
Wretch! whom no sense of wrongs can rouse to vengeance--
Sordid, unfeeling, reprobate, degraded,
Spiritless outcast!"
Kicks the Knife-grinder, overturns his wheel, and exit in a transport of Republican enthusiasm and universal philanthropy.
poem by John Hookham Frere
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Never hold discussions with the monkey when the organ grinder is in the room.
quote by Winston Churchill
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0157: H
I dreamt the red whale song
Hold the moment strong
Then the moments gone
I never can get enough
Again without the words
Again without the someone who will
Afford me some
This is me hangin on
I once read a mind til dawn
Let the poem hum on emotions
Rolled tongue
Ive never had enough
Are we okay? are we open?
Again without the someone
So this is me hangin on
Im hangin on
And this is my world
Now Im spending every night
Being fed through a grinder
The price for falling down
Im never through paying
I might be meat for minds
I may be numbered...hung
I might succumb
This is my world
And this is me hangin on
song performed by by I Mother Earth
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Washington
They're selling plastic Jesus's
in the halls of the senate,
putting band-aids on open wounds
that ooze when you breathe...
Trading worthless paper, cigar deals,
'in God we trust', or not!
puffing out their ashen chests,
strutting like empty headed roosters.
And the children of the dream
bow their heads and blindly walk;
the meat grinder turns his wheel,
the spineless monkey dances!
An empire falls in sterile silence,
throw the helpless to the lions!
no food, no water, no oil, no power,
gridlock, and a broken bow!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Frank's audience doesn't care if a girl singer, a comic or an organ grinder with a monkey opens the show. They are there to see HIM.
quote by Nancy Sinatra
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Freeway Flyer
I'm a freeway flyer and I'm down on the floor,
I keep on gettin' high, wonderin' how high can one man go?
Well, I'm a dangerous stranger, I'm a psychedelic ranger,
Now there's no place that I can't go, no no no, baby, no no no.
I'm a freeway wrestler, I keep it to the floor,
I'm an old poor guitar hassler, and I can always get my way back home anywhere,
Well, I'm a six-string rangler, I'm a traffic strangler,
And now there's no place that I can't go, no no no, babe, no no no.
I'm a little girl pleaser, I always get my way,
I'm an old sweet thing teaser, I'm gonna die and go to Hell some day,
Well, I'm a meat grinder, sweet spot foot ___ roll in the ___ cash.
song performed by by Quicksilver Messenger Service
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Ride On
Way down deep dark and funky
Tie me tightly to your bed
Ride on lady I'm your monkey
Yes the organ grinder's getting weird
Will our last dollar bill be dragged from the sand
Of another man's land?
Another man riding on another man's dream
April come on our blue farm
They may issue
I don't want to miss you
I'm going to blitz you
I don't want to miss you
I put you on my list you
I put you on my list you
Way down deep dark and funky
Tie me tightly to your bed
Ride on lady I'm your monkey
Yes the organ grinder's getting wet
Ride On
Will our last dollar bill be dragged from the sand
Of another man's land?
Another man riding on another man's dream
Seen in the doorway is the bedroom alight
Lucky is the strike
It's alright
Just caught you playing with a light
I may issue
I don't want to miss you
I'm going to blitz you
I don't want to miss you
I put you on my list you
I put you on my list you
April come on our blue farm
I may issue
I don't want to miss you
I'm going to blitz you
I don't want to miss you
I put you on my list you
I put you on my list you
song performed by by The Stone Roses from B-sides & Other Songs
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Passes
One of the passes in my spy world
Combines with the many odors of the place;
A short girl stands from the buildings
That are seen as conspicuous as the men
Of great talent and of great reason.
Every time an act is embroidered with spoken
Blessing, new meaning has been accosted
And retrained, to refuse to know.
One of the outlandish spies in my country
Of corroded beliefs has accomplished a minor
Event. I do not know of the reality
That they know.
This eating happened after a lie had been
Spoken, the very business of a grinder,
A wrestler and a spirit.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Grampa Was Strange (but I loved him)
When I was a lad
My grandpa always had
An adage for each and every situation
He’d rub his face,
Sagely gaze into space
As if in deep, focused concentration
Then he’d turn to me
And say “Well, Son you see
It’s a bit of a complication”
It didn’t seem to give him pause
About What my problem really was
His answer was the same without deviation
His answer to me
Always just confused me, you see
Yet could not have been proffered any kinder
His answer was always kinda funky
He’d say “never ask the monkey…
Son…Always ask the Organ grinder”
To this very day
I can honestly say
I don’t know what he meant
…But I loved him
poem by David Whalen
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Where We Stood
Many years ago we stood against the vile evil, and overtopped them with garden ideal
Shot them full of their own blood
Didn't hate, but killed them in their faces anyway
To preserve a certain irony, a disbelief in hard politic
So we get to today, and send off youngsters in the maw of politic belligerence
Squires and charlatans making bullets for broken and cracked teenagers
Back home, back home.
Defending these makers' ideals
poem by Disk Grinder
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Triolet
After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes;
Examinations nearer grow
After the melting of the snow;
The grinder wears a face of woe,
The waster smokes and twirls his thumbs;
After the melting of the snow
Divines depart and April comes.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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Blower
Like a killer in the state
Like a rat in a maze
Living in a city of freak
Lives on children in the snow
It's too late you can't go
Smashes on with turning teeth
Run like blower
Eats like a grinder
The wheels of chains
Roles and roles again
It was marching like a prowler
Sacrifice the raw flesh
You are nice, you are cash
Here come the flesh eater
Chatterning sound of iron
You smell the smoke of carbone
Tell me if it's near
I'm in the snow
I panic, I can't go
I see the yellow blades of danger
song performed by by Voivod
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I Want You
(dylan)
The guilty undertaker sighs
The lonely organ grinder cries
The silver saxophones say I should refuse you
The cracked bells and washed-out horns
Blow into my face with scorn
But its not that way
I wasnt born to lose you
I want you, I want you
Oh so bad
Baby, I want you
Once a politician leaves
Upon the street where mothers weep
The saviours who are fast asleep
They wait for you
And I wait for them to interrupt
Me drinkin from my broken cup
And askin me to open up the gate for you
Woh baby I want you
I want you
I want you
Oh, so bad
Baby I want you
Now all my fathers, theyve gone down
True love theyve been without it
But all their daughters put me down
cause I dont think about it
Baby I want you
Now your dancing child with his chinese suit
He spoke to me, I took his flute
No, I wasnt very cute to him now was i
I did it because he lied
Because he took you for a ride
And because time was on his side
And because I want you, baby I want you
I want you
song performed by by Hollies
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My Defenses Are Down
FRANK BUTLER:
I've had my way with so many girls
An' was lots of fun.
My scheme was to know many girls
To keep me safe from one
I find it can be done.
My defenses are down
She's broken my resistance
And I don't know where I am
I went into the fight like a lion
But I came out like a lamb.
My defenses are down
She's got me where she wants me
And I can't escape no how
I could speak to my heart when it wakened
But my heart won't listen now.
Like a toothless, clawless tiger,
Like an organ-grinder's bear,
Like a knight without his armor,
Like Samson without his hair.
My defenses are down
I might as well surrender
For the battle can't be won.
But I must confess that I like it,
So there's nothing to be done.
Yes, I must confess that I like it
Being miserable's gonna be fun
MALE CHORUS:
His defenses are down
She's broken my resistance
And he's in an awful jam.
FRANK BUTLER:
I went into the fight like a lion
MALE CHORUS:
But you came out like a lamb.
FRANK BUTLER:
My defenses are down
MALE CHORUS:
She's got you where she wants you
And you can't escape no how
FRANK BUTLER:
I could speak to my heart when it wakened
MALE CHORUS:
But my heart won't listen now.
FRANK BUTLER:
Like a toothless, clawless tiger,
Like an organ-grinder's bear,
MALE CHORUS:
Like a knight without his armor,
FRANK BUTLER:
Like Samson without his hair.
My defenses are down
FRANK BUTLER and MALE CHORUS:
I might as well surrender
For the battle can't be won.
FRANK BUTLER:
But I must confess that I like it,
So there's nothing to be done.
FRANK BUTLER and MALE CHORUS:
Yes, I must confess that I like it
Being miserable's gonna be fun
song performed by by Irving Berlin
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A human body
Your
Head is not head
A computer...
Your
Eye is not eye
A camera...
Your
Ear is not ear
A cell phone...
Your
Mouth is not mouth
A wet grinder...
Your
Nose is not nose
A window...
Your
Stomach is not stomach
A Hotel...
Your
Hands is not hands
A wonder tool...
Your
Legs is not legs
A bycycle...
Your
Heart is not heart
A Rose...
With love...
With out love
A pump...
It is all
Your and your's of
Human body....
Simple Example...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Manfred
I
Projected from the bilious Childe,
This clatterjaw his foot could set
On Alps, without a breast beguiled
To glow in shedding rascal sweat.
Somewhere about his grinder teeth,
He mouthed of thoughts that grilled beneath,
And summoned Nature to her feud
With bile and buskin Attitude.
II
Considerably was the world
Of spinsterdom and clergy racked
While he his hinted horrors hurled,
And she pictorially attacked.
A duel hugeous. Tragic? Ho!
The cities, not the mountains, blow
Such bladders; in their shapes confessed
An after-dinner's indigest.
poem by George Meredith
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