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I Guess Ill Get The Papers & Go Home

Yes, I guess Ill get the papers and go home
Like Ive been doin ever since weve been apart
I get some consolation when I read
Of someone elses lonely heart, yes
I wonder if you get the papers too
And if you feel as melancholy as I do
Until youre in my arms again, never more to roam
I guess Ill get the papers and go home, yes
I guess Ill get the papers and go home
Like Ive been doin ever since weve been apart
Yes, I get some consolation when I read
Of someone elses lonely heart
Mmm, I wonder if you get the papers too (bah-ba-dee-do-do-do)
And if you feel as melancholy as I do
Baby, till youre in my arms again, never more to roam
I guess Ill get the papers and go home
Yes, I guess Ill get the papers and go home

song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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I Guess I'll Get The Papers And Go Home

Yes, I guess I'll get the papers and go home
Like I've been doin' ever since we've been apart
I get some consolation when I read
Of someone elses lonely heart, yes
I wonder if you get the papers too
And if you feel as melancholy as I do
Until you're in my arms again, never more to roam
I guess I'll get the papers and go home, yes
I guess I'll get the papers and go home
Like I've been doin' ever since we've been apart
Yes, I get some consolation when I read
Of someone elses lonely heart
Mmm, I wonder if you get the papers too
And if you feel as melancholy as I do
Baby, till you're in my arms again, never more to roam
I guess I'll get the papers and go home
Yes, I guess I'll get the papers and go home

song performed by by Louis Armstrong
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Sunday Papers

Mother doesnt go out any more
Just sits at home and rolls her spastic eyes
But every weekend through the door
Come words of wisdom from the world outside
If you want to know about the bishop and the actress
If you want to know how to be a star
If you want to know about the stains on the mattress
You can read it in the sunday papers, sunday papers
Mothers wheelchair stays out in the hall
Why should she go out when the tvs on
Whatever moves beyond these walls
Shell know the facts when sunday comes along
If you want to know about the man gone bonkers
If you want to know how to play guitar
If you want to know about the other suckers
You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Brothers heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnt print it if it wasnt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to drive your car
If you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the sunday papers, read it in the sunday papers
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Sunday papers dont ask no questions
Sunday papers dont get no lies
Sunday papers dont raise objection
Sunday papers dont got no eyes
Read all about it, sunday papers

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Monday Papers

I dont want to go out any more
I read the news, I cant believe my eyes
I push the table against the door
You know Ive had it with the world outside
If you want to know about the murderers and junkies
If you want to know about the lower east side
Now they got a map shows you where to get your monkey
You can read it in the monday papers, monday papers
Some people like a little gore
Some people always at the scenes of crimes
Now they can watch the tv more
Now they can get it in the sunday times
If you find it hard to handle what you see on page one
You can pull the funnies out and have some laughs
Take a drink and maybe you can laugh at ronald reagan
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Brothers heading that way now I guess
He just read something made his face turn blue
Well I got nothing against the press
They wouldnt print it if it wasnt true
If you want to know about the gay politician
If you want to know how to be a star
Ladies - if you want to know about the new sex position
You can read it in the monday papers, read it in the monday papers
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Monday papers dont ask no questions
Monday papers dont get no lies
Monday papers dont raise objection
Monday papers dont got no eyes
Read all about it, monday papers

song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Yesterday's Papers

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

After this time I finally learned
After the pain and hurt
After all this what have I achieved
I've realized it's time to leave

Cause
Cho wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Living a life of constant change
Every day means the turn of a page
Yesterdays papers are such bad news
Same thing applies to me and you

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

Seems very hard to have just one girl
When there's a million in the world
All of these people just can't wait
To fall right into their big mistake

Who wants yesterdays papers
Who wants yesterdays girl
Who wants yesterdays papers
Nobody in the world

song performed by by Rolling Stones from Between The Buttons
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Back in the East you can't do much without the right papers, but with the right papers you can do anything The believe in papers. Papers are power.

quote by Tom Stoppard
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Runaways

(colin moulding)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(please come home)
Daddy hit you in a temper,
But hes sorry now,
(please come home)
Just a quarrel had with mummy,
Just a family row
(please come home)
You caught mum chasing dad with a knife,
(dont cry, dont cry)
You ran away to escape from the fights,
(dont cry, dont cry)
Now youre lost in a maze of neon light,
And shes worried,
Hes worried
Shes worried, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(please come home)
Pacing street-lamps on the highway,
Haystack for your bed
(please come home)
In the morning we will find you,
In papers to be read
(please come home)
You heard screams from
The warmth of your bed
(dont cry, dont cry)
You slumbered on without being fed
(dont cry, dont cry)
Now theres no more tears to be shed,
And shes sorry,
Hes sorry,
Hes sorry, oh...
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways,
(please come home)
Oh run-a, oh run-a, oh runaways
(please come home)

song performed by by Xtc
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The Morning Papers

He realized that she was new 2 love
Naive in every way
Every schoolboys fanstasy she was
Thats why he had 2 wait
If he poured his heart into a glass
And offered it like wine
She could drink and be back in time for the morning papers
They could take a walk down the oceanside
Make a wish on every wave
They could find a carousel
And ride or kiss in every cave
They could contemplate the entire universe
Or just one star
Or just how far was the walk 4 the morning papers
Let me play it for u one time, oh oh
Well
Hey
Shucks
Why is age more than a number when it comes 2 love?
Should we ask the ones who speculate
When they dont know what its made of?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Or should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Should we ask the moonlight on your face
Or the raindrops in your hair
Should we ask the man who wrote it there in the morning papers?
Somebody help me sing it now
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Oh yes
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Go play
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la-la-la-la-la
Ok

song performed by by Prince
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Harry’s Come Marching Home Again (Written In March 2008)

Harry’s come marching home again, Hooray! Hooray!
From Afghanistan, not to roam again, he is back, to stay.
Whilst the flags are out and the bugles blare
I am sure he wishes he still were there.
And we all feel proud Prince Harry has come back home.

Harry’s come flying home again, Hooray! Hooray!
Since media hacks have hunted him down as prey, for pay.
They’ve snitched and let the cat out of the bag
And he’s had to fly home and brave jet lag
And I’m sure he’s sick he’s had to come flying home.

Harry’s come sailing home again, Hooray! Hooray!
It would just have been a security risk to stay, they say.
Now the papers groan and wonder what
They can do with him, now he can’t get shot
But they’ve got their scoop now Harry’s come sailing home.

Harry’s come driving home again, Hooray! Hooray!
Now he can go back on the town again, to play and stray
And the paparazzi will take their snaps
While he’s on the booze with a few of the chaps
And they’ll take their cut now Harry’s come driving home.

Harry’s come marching home again, Hooray! Hooray!
From Afghanistan, not to roam again. Is he back to stay
Till the next time he is sent off to fight,
If they hush it up? Will it all be right?
Do we all feel proud Prince Harry has come back home?

poem by C. Richard Miles
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Bye, Bye Baby

Bye, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
I may be seeing you around
When i change my living standard and move uptown,
Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
Well so, so long, my honey, so long.
I guess i'm gonna make it ok.
I'll see you in the funny papers some old day,
So long, my honey, so long.
Well, i get the feeling i could chase you clean on in the ball
And wind up staying pull off, put down strung out and stalled.
I ain't got time to wait on you or to fetch your super-ball,
I've got lots of things i've got to do.
Bye, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
I guess i'm gonna make it ok.
I'll see you in the funny papers some old day,
Bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
Well so, so long, my honey, so long.
Too bad you had to drift away
'cause i could use some company
Right on this road, up on this road i'm on today, yeah hey yeah!
Well, i know that you got things to do and places to be
And i guess i'll have to find the thing you placed on me
I may wind up in the street or sleep beneath a tree,
Still i guess you know honey i've gotta go.
Bye, bye-bye, baby, bye-bye.
Lord, i might've been your wife,
But you settled for a place right in my heart,
You didn't want a place in my life.
So, so long, my honey, so long.
I guess you know you're on your own,
It seems you just got lost somewhere out in the world
And you left me here to face it all alone,
You left me here to face it all alone,
You left me here to face it all alone, yeah hey yeah,
I said bye, bye bye bye baby, baby bye-bye, waah!!
This is a, a real old tune we used to do a lot, still really care for it. the guys got it off off a guy named moondog in-a the streets of new york. this is, this beautiful cat who writes poetry
S blind and he looks like a viking, stands on the corner of 55th and-a 5th avenue, something like that. 6th avenue ? he just stands there selling poetry and wearing horns on his head and he's to
H and he wrote this song called all is loneliness. really dredging up the past tonight, folks!

song performed by by Janis Joplin
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My Young Beloved's Bag

my young beloved's bag is very big
as a fashı on nowadays in young girls
hanging on the shoulder
usually black
like the soldier boots she puts on
that she used to boot me
sometimes in anger
what are there inside the black big bag
you can never guess
she carries everything in it
as the mall she works in
sometimes she puts the mall key in
because she is very secure
and tough
the bag is as if all her life
first comes the cell-phone
though she cannot find it easily
then her loved ones
sometimes she hides them in it
whom she wants to hide even from me
tjen tweezers
a lot of maje ups
sometimes even shoers and slippers
may be abottle of rose water
or a bottle of drinking water
toothpastes..pads..tooth brushes
even cleaning papers, napkins, toı let papers,
lipsticks, boxes of creams, balms, clippers
my young is lş ike the mall she works in
what eles are there in the black bag
you can never guess
varı ous and any kinds of several things
you caN NEVER İ MAGİ NE
or can imagine
even she wants to park her car in it
but there is no room for the car yet
because she carries me in her black big bag too
and locks me there
in case ı can escape and leave her lonely
never the less
ı know
she loves me most
above everything
in her bag
she bears me and carries me everywhere

poem by Metin Sahin
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The Comfort of Obscurity

INSPIRED BY READING MR. KIPLING'S POEMS AS
PRINTED IN THE NEW YORK PAPERS

Though earnest and industrious,
I still am unillustrious;
No papers empty purses
Printing verses
Such as mine.

No lack of fame is chronicker
Than that about my monicker;
My verse is never cabled
At a fabled
Rate per line.

Still though the Halls
Of Literature are closed
To me a bard obscure I
Have a consolation The
Copyreaders crude and rough
Can't monkey with my
Humble stuff and change MY
Punctuation.

poem by Franklin P. Adams
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To My Friends and Critics

Come all you friends and critics,
And listen to my song,
A word I will say to you,
It will not take me long,
The people talks about me,
They've nothing else to do
But to criticise their neighbors,
And they have me now in view.

Perhaps they talk for meanness,
And perhaps it is in jest,
If they leave out their freeness
It would suit me now the best,
To keep the good old maxim
I find it hard to do,
That is to do to others
As you wish them do to you.

Perhaps you've read the papers
Containing my interview;
I hope you kind good people
Will not believe it true.
Some Editors of the papers
They thought it would be wise
To write a column about me,
So they filled it up with lies.

The papers have ridiculed me
A year and a half or more.
Such slander as the interview
I never read before.
Some reporters and editors
Are versed in telling lies.
Others it seems are willing
To let industry rise.

The people of good judgment
Will read the papers through,
And not rely on its truth
Without a candid view.
My first attempt at literature
Is the "Sweet Singer" by name,
I wrote that book without a thought
Of the future, or of fame.

Dear Friends, I write for money,
With a kind heart and hand,
I wish to make no Enemies
Throughout my native land.
Kind friends, now I close my rhyme,
And lay my pen aside,
Between me and my critics
I leave you to decide.

poem by Julia A Moore
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Szymborska, I Am Drowning

'I'm drowning in papers.'

it is all about the poems
that i have written for years
they stay on these papers
and have become an ocean
where i am a little boat
sinking, i am like you
drowning but the gods
have not condemned me
yet to die as they have
given me another minute

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Papers

papers
newspapers
old papers
paper knife
paper clip

herald tribune

poem by Nicolas Grenier
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On Our Own

If you want something done you gotta do it yourself .
Yeah, I think this is gonna be another one of those funky ones.
Heart, soul, hit, hit, dance.
If I was you and you were me, youd wanna be winning.
If you want something better youre gonna wanna give your all.
cause I believe so much as we.
You know Im not kidding if you feel the same as me, yall.
Youre gonna wanna take the ball.
Now I found out that nothing is given, dont know where the cards may fall.
All I know is that weve gotta get it. weve gotta make it on our own.
Well, I guess were gonna have to take control. oh, oh, woah, oh!
If its up to us, weve got to take it home. oh, oh, woah, oh!
Now cant you see that all you need.
To be a go-getter. gotta make your own decisions, gotta go for what you know.
There comes a time in our lives; you wanna be bigger.
You gotta keep, keep on pushing. you gotta learn to take control.
Well, I guess were gonna have to take control. oh, oh, woah, oh!
If its up to us, weve got to take it home.
Gotta, gotta take it home. gotta, gotta, gotta take it home.
Heart, soul, hit, hit, dance.
Too hot to handle, too cold to hold.
They call the ghostbusters and theyre in control.
Had them throwing a party for a bunch of children.
When all the while, the slime was under the building.
So they packed up, regrouped, got a grip, camera quick.
Grabbed their proton packs on their backs and they split.
Found out about vigo, the master of evil.
Try to battle my boys, thats not legal. oh, oh, woah, oh!
Theyre in control. oh, oh, woah, oh!
Hit, hit, ya know it. oh, oh, woah, oh!
{fade--}

song performed by by New Edition
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Nobody Home

I can tell by the way
There aint no lights in the windows
And by the way your curtains hang
Yeah, I know which way the wind blows
I said no, I said no, I said no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
You went away, what a heavy load
You must have took it with you
Down and out, to no thanks to boat
But no one can get ya
I said no, I said no, I said no, aint nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody home
From the way that you act
I guess you havent been there
By the look in your eyes
Theres nobody been there
I said no, I said no, I said no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said no, I said no, I said no no no, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
I said nobody, nobody home
Nobody home, nobody home
Aint nobody home, nobody home,
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home
Nobody home

song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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Stuck On You

Stuck on you
Ive got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just cant lose
Guess, Im on my way
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
Ill be with you till the end
Guess Im on my way
Mighty glad you stayed
Im stuck on you
Been a fool too long I guess
Its time for me to come on home
Guess Im on my way
So hard to see
That a woman like you could wait
Around for a man like me
Guess Im on my way
Mighty glad you stayed
Oh, Im leaving on that midnight train
And I know just where Im going
Ive packed up my troubles
And Ive thrown them all away
Because this time little darlin
Im coming home to stay
Im stuck on you
Ive got this feeling down
Deep in my soul
That I just cant lose
Guess, Im on my way
Needed a friend
And the way I feel now I guess
Ill be with you till the end
Guess Im on my way
Im mighty glad you stayed

song performed by by Lionel Richie
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As the ink begins to run...! ! ! ! ! ! !

A sheaf of papers got swept with the breeze,
Like kites my poems took flight with ease.
I watched as drifted and fell to the ground,
On the freshly mowed grass, without a sound.

Is there anything new about my thoughts?
I wondered feeling a bit startled and distraught.
What ever makes me feel they are so very unique?
Aren’t they intrinsic part of being human, felt intrigued?

Dark clouds gathered and hid the setting Sun,
Soon light showers soaked the papers, ink began to run,
Like salty tears wet the cheeks of an overwhelmed heart.
How come I feel free … I muttered to no one with a start.

poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Boring Lonely Day

What to do
On a boring lonely day?
How to have something to do
To keep the blues away?

I have got my papers sorted
And I am faced with a lonely boring day.
I cleaned my home yesterday.
From having a good and fun day,
I am thwarted.

The songs only make me sadder
I am having a boring lonely day.
All my games bore me now
Even when I win, it is a lonely boring day.

Having nothing to do
Makes for a boring lonely day.
And no one to do nothing with
That's the cause of the lonely boring day.

Now that I know the cause
Of my lonely boring days,
I can do something without pause
To cure my boring lonely days.

poem by Lonely People Champion
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(Lyric) Setting Papers On Fire...

Remember that old fire place
we sat in front of
talking girl and taking
time out to make love
well that fire place and me
we're still keeping company
but lately my desire
is setting papers on fire..

i've been burning up pictures
old cards and letters too
don't need reminders
to remind me of you
I used to want to keep
the memory of loving you
but lately my desire's
setting papers on fire..

remember that old bathtub
we bought at a sale?
sure held a lot of water
oh, the tales that it could tell
well i busted it to pieces
and i put a hot tub there
been getting rid of memories
girl they was every where

I've been burning up old pictures
old cards and letters too
don't need reminders
to remind me of you
i used to want to keep
those memories of loving you
but lately my desires's setting papers on fire...
lately my desire's
setting papers on fire...

poem by Connetta Jean
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