White Knuckles
Smack dab flat on my back
The solid ground began to crack
I pulled her down and down and down
I lost my breath
I thought I'd drown
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Her leg, my hand, a smoldering brand
Sticking to her wet body like sand
Her place, distaste, we fell from grace
Red smears across her face
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
Fistfuls of you
Fistfuls of you
You pulled me through with white knuckles
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles!
White knuckles
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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White Knuckles
White knuckles came down to put the frighteners on
I believe shes the one that hes got his heart set on
It doesnt matter if your face doesnt fit
Theres no charge for changing it
Oooh ooh
What are you doing
You see right through him
You dont have to take it when he gets cruel
Chorus:
White knuckles on black and blue skin
(1,4) you dont have to take it so you just give in
(2,3) he didnt mean to hit her but she kept laughing
White knuckles sweatin on the headboard
He never found out what the kisser was for
Losing face with the boys while shes whispering in his ear
They never found out why they called it laughing gear
Maybe they werent loved when they were young
Maybe they should be hung by their tongues
Oooh ooh
Under the blankets with the body jerk
He needs her like the axe needs the turkey
Making a mockery of his fancy footwork
Chorus
Theres always someone new to toy with when the penny drops in the slot
Now its all petty crime on the news at nine
But its all shes got
Love on the never never dreams dont come cheap
I dont close my eyes when I go to sleep
Oooh ooh
It gets right under your skin
It makes you as miserable as sin but
You dont have to take it so you just give in
Chorus
Why dont you come round anymore
Mama said
Hes using you
Sister said
I told you so too
When he goes through your head
You took him to be true
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door
I've been up at this all night long
I've been drowning in my sleep
I've prayed for your safe place
And its time for us to leave
Time is running on empty and the gas is running out
I've decided that tonight is the night
That I set love aside
Full speed ahead this seems to be the place
I've seen this once before
Planned perfection sought in my dreams
Hoping this would take you home
My knuckles have turned to white
There's no turning back tonight
So kiss me one last time
Around this turn where
The cross will cast your shadow
The people will all gather
To remember such a day where the flames grew as high
As trees
And the world stopped for you and me
My knuckles have turned white
There's no turning back tonight
So hold on tight
Kiss me one last time
Shut your eyes
I will now bring new meaning to the word alone
Endless nights of dreaming of life
And the days we should have spent here
Drowning in my sleep I'm drowning in my sleep
Glass shatters and comes to a halt
I thought we'd be there by now
I thought it would be so much quicker than this
Pain has never been so brilliant
I made sure you were buckled in
Now you can walk hand in hand with him
song performed by by Underoath
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Gone Is the Whoopie Goosed From You
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down,
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Tingled were sensations,
A few dollars had amused.
Now you're quite upset.
Regrets are now your pets.
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Morning and noon too,
You feel you've been screwed.
And nobody's there...
To give a damn or care!
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Have you found the turnaround
Has come to beat you down.
'Yeah! '
With your knuckles scraped.
'Yeah.'
And nothing on your plate,
'Yeah.'
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
Gone is the whoopie goosed from you!
Ooo...
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
And there's no debate,
Which side to lick your plate!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Knuckle Down
(andy partridge)
Knuckle down,
Love his skin,
It doesnt matter what colour skin hes locked in,
Knuckle down,
Knuckle down and love that skin.
Knuckle down,
Love his race,
It doesnt matter if you win or lose a little face,
Knuckle down and love that race.
One bright morning the world might end with a big bang,
And youll never get yourself another chance.
Put aside the hoodoo and some of the voodoo,
bout people being different,
Theyre not so different.
Take them by the arm and run to the street,
Take a little drum to supply the beat,
Soon the whole world will be up on its feet and dancing.
For my sake,
Wont you put your knuckles down, boys?
For my sake,
Wont you put you knuckles down?
Love her skin,
It doesnt matter what colour skin shes locked in,
Knuckle down,
Knuckle down and love that skin.
Knuckle down,
Love her race,
It doesnt matter if you win or lose a little face,
Knuckle down and love that race.
One bright morning you just might wake when the coin drops,
Even though you think that love is such a corny thing.
You can burst the bubble full up with trouble,
Says that people always got to be fighting
(not right!)
Take them by the arm and run to the fields,
Blow on your horn until jericho yields,
Soon the whole world will lay down swords and shield for singing.
For my sake,
Wont you put your knuckles down, boys?
For my sake,
Wont you put you knuckles down?
song performed by by Xtc
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You Say Yes
Say you want to rip it up
Paint the town red
Wanna do the hot spots
Get it in the head
You drive me crazy
I know your game
You done it all before
Youll do it all again
You say yes, I say no
My bloods on fire
I grit my teeth
Youre nothin but a teaser
Gimme some relief
Im lookin at the bottle
Sinkin to the floor
I gotta white knuckles
Cant take it anymore
You say yes, I say no
What do you treat me so
What I do, I do for you
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Let Our Knuckles Touch
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Once flung prepared to land a punch.
But not today.
This is a way we show we can be brothers.
Some sisters do this too.
And let our eyes stop rolling in our heads,
Like dice ready to shoot!
Let us fix our gaze.
And remove the pouts from our lips.
Experience our beauty...
Let us do!
Unstead of our ugliness.
Since so many of us,
Can no longer afford this 'trip'.
Let our knuckles touch.
In ball fisted softness.
Or open up our arms...
To welcome an embrace!
'Gimme sum-a dees...
'for I go up side yo head! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pulled Up
Mommy, daddy, come and look at me now
Im a big man in a great big town
Years ago who would believe its true
Goes to show what a little faith can do
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up pull me up pull me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I drift away to another land
Sleeping dreaming such a simple thing
I think of things that I might be
I see my name go down in history
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so string now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up
I slipped, and I got pulled,
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I tripped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped, and then you pulled
You pulled me up! pulled me up up, pulled me up...
Pulled me up up up up up up up up
I got up
cause you pulled me up
I stood up
cause you pulled me up
I got up
And that was because you pulled me up
I got up
In a little while you pulled me up
Pull me up up up up, up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I cast a shadow on the living-room wall
Dark and savage with a profile so sharp
Keep that wonderful food on the table
Theres really no hurry Ill eat in a while
I was complaining, I was down in the dumps
I feel so strong now cause you pulled me up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I tripped, and then you pulled,
You pulled me up
I slipped, and I got pulled
Pulled up, I slipped,
And then you pulled, you pulled me up!
Pull me up...pull me up...watch out!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
Pull me up up up up up up up up!
song performed by by Talking Heads
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On The Breast Of Flames
Dismembering the wreath,
he went on celebrating his own demise.
Shadow had become a white shroud.
He was spitting blood, when slugs,
hit him from behind.
No body remembered his name
We had been dividing the roofs.
My moon and my sky.
I feel my eyes have turned into marbles.
Castaway I float on conscience, with
blemishes, doomed muscle.
Sun and water were baffled.
Raged against the invisible walls
I was breaking my knuckles.
No body knows, who will outbid
whon. I am lying low,
to rise one day
like sphinx,
on the breast of flames.
poem by Satish Verma
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Artificer
Burning, he walks in the stream of flickering letters, clarinets,
machines throbbing quicker than the heart, lopped-off heads, silk
canvases, and he stops under the sky
and raises toward it his joined clenched fists.
Believers fall on their bellies, they suppose it is a monstrance that
shines,
but those are knuckles, sharp knuckles shine that way, my friends.
He cuts the glowing, yellow buildings in two, breaks the walls into
motley halves;
pensive, he looks at the honey seeping from those huge honeycombs:
throbs of pianos, children's cries, the thud of a head banging against
the floor.
This is the only landscape able to make him feel.
He wonders at his brother's skull shaped like an egg,
every day he shoves back his black hair from his brow,
then one day he plants a big load of dynamite
and is surprised that afterward everything spouts up in the explosion.
Agape, he observes the clouds and what is hanging in them:
globes, penal codes, dead cats floating on their backs, locomotives.
They turn in the skeins of white clouds like trash in a puddle.
While below on the earth a banner, the color of a romantic rose,
flutters,
and a long row of military trains crawls on the weed-covered tracks.
poem by Czeslaw Milosz
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Rodeo
His eyes are cold and restless
His wounds have almost healed
And shed give half of texas
Just to change the way he feels
She knows his loves in tulsa
And she knows hes gonna go
Well, it aint no woman, flesh and blood
Its that damned old rodeo.
(chorus)
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
She does her best to hold him
When his love comes to call
But his need for it controls a man
And her backs against the wall
And its so long girl, Ill see you.
When its time for him to go
You know the woman wants her cowboy
Like he wants his rodeo
*chorus*
Itll drive a cowboy crazy
Itll drive the man insane
And hell sell off everything he owns
Just to pay to play her game
And a broken home and some broken bones
Is all hell have to show
For all the years that he spent chasin
This dream they call rodeo.
*chorus*
Well, its bulls and blood
Its dust and mud
Its the roar of a sunday crowd
Its the white in his knuckles
The gold in the buckle
Hell win the next go round
Its boots and chaps
Its cowboy hats
Its spurs and latigo
Its the ropes and the reins
And the joy and the pain
And they call the thing rodeo.
Its the broncs and the blood
Its the steers and the mud
And they call the thing rodeo
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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Southampton Dock
They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial knifes
But now
She stands upon southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut
song performed by by Pink Floyd
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White and Red
The cold,
the white,
that fell,
from the sky.
The warm,
The red,
That fell,
from my skin.
The white is clean,
stained by my red.
It is white and I am red,
But I am now one with white,
and the white is one with red,
What is white,
what is red,
If something is white,
Then it cant be red,
If something is red,
then it cant be white,
Something that is not white...
Something that is not red...
Something that is both...
Is what?
poem by Rebecca Adams
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Dirty White Boy
Hey, baby, if youre feelin down
I know whats good for you all day
Are you worried what your friends see
Will it ruin your reputation lovin me
cause Im a dirty white boy
Yeah a dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Dont drive no big black car
Dont like no hollywood movie star
You want me to be true to you
You dont give a damn what I do to you
Im just a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Well, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
A dirty white boy
Ive been in trouble since I dont know when
Im in trouble now and I now somehow Ill find trouble again
Im a loner, but Im never alone
Every night I get one step closer to the danger zone
cause Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Cmon, cmon boy
Dirty white boy, white boy
Dirty white boy, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy
Hey, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, yeah, Im a dirty white boy
Dirty white boy, dirty white boy, yeah
song performed by by Foreigner
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White Comedy
I waz whitemailed
By a white witch,
Wid white magic
An white lies,
Branded by a white sheep
I slaved as a whitesmith
Near a white spot
Where I suffered whitewater fever.
Whitelisted as a whiteleg
I waz in de white book
As a master of white art,
It waz like white death.
People called me white jack
Some hailed me as a white wog,
So I joined de white watch
Trained as a white guard
Lived off the white economy.
Caught and beaten by de whiteshirts
I waz condemned to a white mass,
Don't worry,
I shall be writing to de Black House.
poem by Benjamin Zephaniah
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If you will not hear reason, she will surely rap your knuckles.
Breaking Down
It was the innocence she could recognise,
It was in that instance I could not disguise,
My hands are clenched my arms are bent,
I’m giving my all hoping this was an accident,
Do they have a phone line for hapless gents?
Why is she spitting out every plead I’ve sent?
Put yourself in my position under submission,
She doesn’t listen she thinks I’ve gone stale,
I’m pale and fail at reeling her in with compliments,
My innocence has gone at this instance,
I break and punch my white knuckles on the wall,
I stall for a moment, I’ve blown it,
She’s crying and putting on her coat.
poem by Gaz illionaire
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Ash Poem
I could not take it, the fear.
Transient flesh
vibrant in a sunken ship.
On a coral island
deconstruction of a fallen window.
Jumping on million skins.
The level of violence was rising.
Rebuttal will not convey
the truth, the reality.
A thin line of lips
skates on the ice of power.
In a palm grove
I was held by music of death.
My arms unwrapped
around the portrait of life.
White swellings on the knuckles
betray the gliding priest,
who denies the god.
poem by Satish Verma
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They that will not be counseled, cannot be helped. If you do not hear reason she will rap you on the knuckles.
quote by Benjamin Franklin
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Love First, Live Incidentally
Zelda was right
Which makes love
The highest purpose
The reason for bein'
If you have love
Life will take care of itself
No worries man
Be happy
If love finds you
Grab a hold
Till your knuckles turn white
And do not let go
If love does not find you
Take a chance
Reach for it
And do not give up
And if you reach and fail
Well, that happens
And it hurts
But you tried
So love first, live incidentally
Love well, live by the by
Love true, live carefree
Love first and live
poem by MacGregor Tagliaferro
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Gods Little Forest Creatures
(10/01/11)
All that she knew was that it was a snowy day
And she was in a horse pulled sleigh
The blanket was covering her
From her knees to her feet.
The thermo of hot chocolate was such a treat.
The frozen lake, the snow covered trees
Was truly a sight to be seen.
the birds high up in the trees
Whistling so cheerfully
Singing songs of summers past
And how the winter came so fast.
The ground hog not wanting to come out
He knew well what winter was about.
The ground was covered in a blanket of white
All roads and paths were out of sight.
That did not stop this horse pulled sleigh
He had gone thru this many a day.
He had a covered barn that awaited him
That was the reason he had a grin.
The animals were frantically searching for food
The possums, the raccoons, the rabbits
And The squirrels too.
With one purpose in mind
And that was to stay alive.
As she got to where they were gathered
She pulled out from under her blanket
A five pound bag of peanuts and seed
for her to feed - these poor
Little creatures who always came around
When there was no food to be found.
She was the snow white of this land
Always there to give a hand.
So when you see a squirrel stop and stand
on its hind legs, it’s to see if it is their snow white
Who helped them on this cold winter night.
poem by Louis Rams
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