Dial-a-clich
Further into the fog I fall
Well, I was just
Following you!
When you said :
Do as I do and scrap your fey ways
(dial-a-clich)
Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!
(dial-a-clich)
Dial-a-clich
Dial-a-clich
But the person underneath
Where does he go ?
Does he slide by the wayside ?
Or ... does he just die ?
And you find that youve organised
Your feelings, for people
Who didnt like you then
And do not like you now
But still you say :
Do as I do and scrap your fey ways
(dial-a-clich)
Grow up, be a man, and close your mealy-mouth!
(dial-a-clich)
The safe way is the only way !
Theres always time to change, son !
Ive changed
But Im in pain !
Dial-a-clich
song performed by by Morrissey
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Cliche
One more game, one more chance
One more orchestrated song and dance
Hed be up front and speak his peace
And ask for her time
To put their heads together
And try to make the knot unwind
And it strikes home that its time to make his move
Or its time to turn and walk away
So he plays that old clich
Silent tears, bleeding heart
Well our prima donna plies her art
Defenses of defenses of faultless design
Still shes only asking him
To help her make the knot unwind
And if the very next words
Leaving her lips could decide
If hed go or if hed stay
She would play that old clich
Who makes up the rules for the world?
Havent we been down this road before?
Isnt anything peculiar here?
Certainly there must be something more
Where are the words, where are the words,
Where are the words
Where are the words, where are the words,
Where are the words
And its almost not worth singing about,
It seems so everyday anyway
Still we play that old clich
And here sit i, one man show
I vivisect and then pretend to know
All it ever gets me is an ache in the mind
Cant somebody help me to try to make the knot unwind
And I say what I say when I know
Theres really nothing left to say
Then I play that old clich
Throw away that old clich
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Around The Dial
Radios of the world are tuning in tonight,
Are you on the dial, are you tuned in right?
One of our d.j.s is missing.
Are you listening?
Are you listening to me?
Can you hear me?
Can you hear me clearly?
Around the dial.
Ive been around the dial so many times,
But youre not there.
Somebody tells me that youve been taken off the air.
Well, you were my favorite d.j.,
Since I cant remember when.
You always played the best records,
You never followed any trend.
F.m., a.m. where are you?
You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial.
On the dial.
(are you ready) were going round the dial,
(are you listening) around the dial,
(are you tuned in) around the dial,
(are you searchin) around the dial.
F.m., a.m. where are you?
You gotta be out there somewhere on the dial.
On the dial.
Where did you go mr. d.j.?
Did they take you off the air?
Was it something that you said to the corporation guys upstairs?
It wasnt the pressure,
You never sounded down.
It couldnt be the ratings,
You had the best in town.
Somehow Im gonna find ya, track you down.
Gonna keep on searchin,
Around and around and round and round...
(theyre searchin) around the dial,
(theyre listenin) around the dial,
(poor station) the best in town,
(poor d.j.) who never let us down.
While the critics kept on knocking you,
You just kept on rocking around the dial.
Around the dial.
Ive been searchin for you on my radio.
This time your station really must have gone underground
Somebody said you had a minor nervous breakdown.
Was it something that you heard,
Or something that you saw,
That made you lose your mind,
Did you lose control.
Did you step out of line?
If youre there, give us a sign.
I cant believe that youve been taken off the air.
Think Ill sell my radio now that youre not there.
You never gave in to fashion,
You never followed any trends,
All the record bums tried to hack you up,
But you were honest to the end.
Gonna keep my radio on,
till I know just what went wrong.
The answers out there somewhere on the dial.
On the dial.
Can you hear me (around the dial)
Are you listenin (around the dial)
Are you out there (around the dial)
Can you hear me?
Around the dial.
song performed by by Kinks
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Clichs Of The World
Sunset over the high-rise,
By a motorway,
A little man looks up at the sky.
An uneventful end to a wasted day.
Close-up on the man at the window,
Looking at the street down below.
It's obvious he's got things on his mind.
He shakes his head, pulls down the blind.
He start's writing a letter,
To make it perfectly clear.
He's just a man who's reached the end of his rope,
Expressing his doubts and his fears.
In a world, feels so lonely and afraid,
Disillusioned by the promises they made,
It's a pity that it ended up this way,
Life is just a clich.
I'm gonna do tomorrow
What i did yesterday.
It's such a dull routine,
Somebody cut this scene,
It's such a boring clich.
Live life, day to day,
Seems so pass.
Everything you hear and say,
Just another clich.
Like an actor on a movie screen,
Living out someone else's dream.
Living out a total misconception,
Reality, a false perception.
It's such a wasted life,
Without any conclusion.
Days drift into days,
His life just slips away.
People so blas,
Everything's a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
Just an illusion.
Just an illusion.
Moonlight over the high-rise,
At the end of the day.
The little man is asleep in his bed,
Tucked up, safely away.
In his dreams he's taken away by alien beings to another
Galaxy, deep in space. to a planet where a man can live
Out his fantasies, and experience unimaginable pleasures.
But morning comes and soon the realities of life will
Shatter his illusions, and the clichs of the world will
Bring him down. but still he's waiting for a change.
Days drift into days,
His life just slips away.
Everything is pass,
Everything's a clich.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
Just an illusion.
Just an illusion.
Yes it is.
Yes it is.
See the sunlight over the motorway,
The little man, with anger in his eyes,
Stands by the window, looks at the sky.
song performed by by Kinks
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Thorn In The Flesh
Thorn beneath the milk-white
Crowned with
In the flesh
Thorns beneath the
Rose without
On the ground
On the stalk
Thousands at her bidding speed
Countless mourn
Die without
Sunbeam in a winter's day
True as the dial to
True as the dial to
True as the dial
To you.
poem by Harry Crosby
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Mr. Telephone Man
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with my line,
When i dial my baby's number
I get a click everytime
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with my line
When i dial my baby's number
I get a click every time
When i dial 611 computer service
She said "hello may i help you
Please?"
I told her something must be wrong
With my phone
Cause my baby wouldn't hang up
On me
Mr. telephone man
There something wrong with my line
When i dial my baby's number i get a
Click every time
Mr. telephone man
There something wrong with my line
When i dial my baby's number i get a
Click every time
She let the phone ring 20 times
Before she answered
Let me tell you what happened then
A minute later i got the operator
Saying please hang up and place
Your call agian
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with
My line
When i dial my baby's number
I get a click everytime
Mr. telephone man,
Soemthing's wrong with my line
I try to dial her number
I get a click everytime
Soem strange man is on the
Telephone
He keeps telling me my baby
Aint home
She got no party line
Situation blowing my mind
Oh, i just can't take this anymore
Please operator
See what you can do,
I dialed the right number
But i still couldn't get through
Could you just check the line
Just one more time if you can
I'm pretty sure her phone
Wouldn't be answered by no man
Mr. telephone man
There's something wrong with
My line
When i dial my baby's number
I get a click everytime
Mr. telephone man,
Soemthing's wrong with my line
I try to dial her number
I get a click everytime
Must be a bad connection
I give her my love and affection
I just can't take this no more
This situation blowing my mind
Blowing my mind
Can't get my baby on the line
I tried dialing information (mr. telephone man)
I can't get no coperation (mr. telephone man)
Her sister's on the phone telling me my baby
Aint at home
Come on baby i just can't take it no more
Help me out
Please mr. telephone man
Help me out
Please mr. telephone man
song performed by by New Edition
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2-6-5-8-0
Written by ricky & marty wilde
I watch a man sitting down the park
The flashy suit manufactured by the makers
Hes got a pen and he circles an add
It makes him laugh cos hes reading dirty papers
2-6-5-8-0
She doesnt know but shes getting his call
Hes talking straight but he wants it in a strange way
She combs her hair doesnt worry at all
He could be mad but its just another pay day
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me
She likes to live on the poor side of town
Shes shacking down with a guy from west guiana
The boys around always look at the ground
Oh, what theyd give for a night with that piranha
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me
She doesnt have to make her money that way
Shes such a pretty young girl
I guess they love it cos you hear when they stay
They cry oh, oh, oh
This guy arrives looking scared as a rat
He needs her love but he wants it like a brother
Three hours later he crawls out on his knees
Shes laughing loud cos hes calling for his mother
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0
2-6-5-8-0 oh, dial it if you want to know me
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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E.p.r.
I am sacrificing to facilitate a process to win your love,
But i am sorry if i have offended you on this muse;
For i am the cat out of the bag!
day by day nad night by night,
And of the spontaneous act of your love to satisfy my muse;
For i want to have your baby.
Dial 'E' for my emotions,
Dial 'P' for my passions,
And dial 'R' for my romance;
For i am the mystery in your thick forest of love,
And i will undress you and deliver you with my sweet love.
The moon will light up the darkness on this love,
And with an accommodative warmth to lead us on;
For i want to have your baby.
Every man's work is a portrait of himself,
And every woman's work is a portrait of herself;
But i want to have your baby.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Dial My Number
Rick astley
If you ever wake up feeling blue
You know theres always someone
Wholl be right here for you
If theres any little thing
Thats gonna get you down
Dont be afraid, Ill always be around
Pick up the phone
And dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Ill be over in a while
So just you hush now, child
Ill bring my love to you
Dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Just call me up, girl
And Ill make your dreams come true
If youre ever lonely and need some company
Dont ever hesitate if you wanna be with me
Pick up the phone
And dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Ill be over in a while
So just you hush now, child
Ill bring my love to you
Dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Just call me up, girl
And Ill make your dreams come true
Giving up my time for something that Ive heard
I need to hear those words Im in love
(instrumental)
Dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Just call me up, girl
And Ill make your dreams come true
cos I love you
I need you
I want you
Im so in love with you
Yes I love you
I need you
I want you
Im so in love with you
cos I love you
I need you
I want you
Im so in love with you
Yes I love you
I need you
I want you
Im so in love with you
Dial my number
Thats all you have to do
Just call me up, girl
And Ill make your dreams come true
If youre ever lonely and need some company
Dont ever hesitate if you wanna be with me
(choruses to fade)
song performed by by Rick Astley
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The Secret Language Of Birds, Pt. Ii
No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words,
So freeze those goalposts, don't take the admiral on board.
This hardy's not for kissing
Expression, no explosion,
Or whispered promises in clich or in rhyme.
Instead let's talk the secret language of birds.
Right time but the wrong idea.
Well, you're making it all sound just the same.
Try taking it up a key like that nightingale
Still over there in berkeley square.
Do we have problems of communication?
There's something i don't know and you can't explain it to me.
Let's talk the secret language of birds.
Step out of the circus now.
Learn a new trick and make it stick.
Try taking it up a key like that nightingale
Still over there in berkeley square.
Finger tracing on misty window:
I'm reading loud and clear this salacious semaphore,
As you leave me standing at the station.
Give it to me ---- the big dawn chorus:
No whispered promises in clich or in rhyme.
Let's talk the secret language of birds.
Right time but the wrong idea.
Well, you're making it all sound just the same.
Try taking it up a key like that nightingale
Still over there in berkeley square.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Lilywhite
Back up on the mended road
I pause
Taking time to check the dial
And the lilywhite
I never knew her name
But shell be passing my way sometime again.
I raise my hand and touch the wheel
Of change
Taking time to check the dial
Thank the lilywhite
I never knew her name
But shell be passing my way sometime again.
But shell be passing my way sometime again.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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634-5789 (feat. Robert Cray)
(S. Cropper, E. Floyd)
Producer: John Hudson
Albums: Tina Live In Europe (88)
Live duet with Robert Cray
If you need some good loving
Call on me
And if you need some good hugging
Call on me baby
I'll be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
If you want some loving
Call on me
And if you want sweet hugging
Call on me baby
No more lonely nights will you be alone
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
I'll be right there
Just as soon as I can
And if I'll be a little bit late
I hope you will understand
If you want some good loving
Call on me
If you need a good loving baby
Call on me baby
Oh I'll be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up that telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
That's my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
six three four five seven eight nine
song performed by by Tina Turner
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634-5789
(s. cropper, e. floyd)
Producer: john hudson
Albums: tina live in europe (88)
Live duet with robert cray
If you need some good loving
Call on me
And if you need some good hugging
Call on me baby
Ill be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
Thats my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
If you want some loving
Call on me
And if you want sweet hugging
Call on me baby
No more lonely nights will you be alone
All you gotta do is pick up the telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
Thats my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
Ill be right there
Just as soon as I can
And if Ill be a little bit late
I hope you will understand
If you want some good loving
Call on me
If you need a good loving baby
Call on me baby
Oh Ill be right here at home
All you gotta do is pick up that telephone and dial now
Six three four five seven eight nine
Thats my number
Six three four five seven eight nine
Six three four five seven eight nine
song performed by by Tina Turner
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Mr. Torture
Welcome to the torture chamber
said the sign above the entrance
laughinh as it taked you by the hand
Looking as i maniac savage
inside you can sense the anguish
theatre of pain has just begun
Mr.Torture gives pain
with his whips and his chains
he knows just what you crave
Mr. Torture
If youre feeling alone
then just pick up your phone
dial 18 double 0 Mr. Torture
Mr. Torture sells pain
Only sixty sents a minute
for his special brand of singing
phone guaranteed to blow your mind
You can catch him on a website
has a live chat every weeknight
cyber-torture soon coming your way
Mr Torture sells pain
to the houswives in Spain
he knows just what you crave
Mr Torture
If youre feeling alone
then just pick up your phone
dial 18 double 0 Mr. Torture
Mr Torture sells pain
Handcaffed,bounded,chained and blinded
body, soul and mind ignated
every sense is torn and ripped apart
Hes been banned in twenty countries
though he does it for money
he gets pleasure by hearing you scream
Mr. Torture gives pain
with his whips and his chaines
he knows just what you crave Mr. Torture
If youre feelin alone
then just pick up your phone
dial 18 double 0 Mr. Torture
Mr. Torture sells pain
song performed by by Helloween
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My Music At Work
Everything is bleak.
It's the middle of the night.
You're all alone and the dummies might be right.
You feel like a jerk.
My music at work.
My music at work.
Avoid trends and clichés.
Don't try to be up to date.
And when the sunlight hits the olive oil
song performed by by The Tragically Hip from Music @ Work
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Somebody Said Go Away
And his pain was another screaming pain of sorrow
The air was sighing
Don’t you dare to touch or it’ll explode
Machines were rambling
The pain user is not available to chat
Life was laughing aloud
The number you have dialed is currently out of use
The number you have dialed is not functioning
The number you have dialed does not exist
The number you have dialed you’ll never dial again
The number you have dialed is not even a number
Is not available to chat
Was laughing aloud
Is currently out of use
Is not functioning
Does not exist
You’ll never dial again
Not even a number
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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various quotes from On Poetry and Craft: Selected Prose of Theodore Roethke
The poem, even a short time after being written,
seems no miracle; unwritten, it seems
something beyond the capacity of the gods.
*
Art is the means we have of undoing the damage of
haste. It's what everything else isn't.
*
You can't make poetry simply by avoiding clichés.
*
There's a point where plainness is no longer a virtue,
when it becomes excessively bald, wrenched.
*
You must believe: a poem is a holy thing -- a good poem,
that is.
poem by Theodore Roethke
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Hung Up On You
While I down Kentucky bourbon
I am waiting for a call
And the moon and stars tonight
Are playing shadows on the wall
With the moon the way it is, dear
Would you answer out of spite
Or are you feeling lonely tonight
Cause I remember last time
We were out under the stars
Driving crooked down the highway
Drinking beer in roadside bars
And now and then I wonder
Why this painful memory
Can never find its way to you from me
And I can't dial the phone just now
Even though I know your number
Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
Like you did today
You'll say goodbye the same old way
Ever since you hung up on me
I'm hung up on you
Well the house I'm ringing up from
Is a half a mile from you
But with the reception I'm getting
Might as well be Timbuktu
And behind the door of your home
Is a strange and foreign land
Where you speak a language I don't understand
And I can't dial the phone just now
Even though I know your number
Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
Like you did today
You'll say goodbye the same old way
Ever since you hung up on me
I'm hung up on you
Now I'm going down to Jimmy's bar
Like a thousand other times
With an appetite for poison
And a suitcase full of dimes
And I'll wait there by the payphone
With one hundred other guys
With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes
And I can't dial the phone just now
Even though I know your number
Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
Like you did today
You'll say goodbye the same old way
Ever since you hung up on me
I'm hung up on
song performed by by Fountains Of Wayne
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634-5789
If you need a little lovin, ya call on me
And if you want a little huggin, ya call on me baby, ooh yeah,
You can call me right here at home
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial now (634-5789)
Whats my number (634-5789)
If you need a little huggin, ya call on me
And if ya want some kissin, ya call on me, its all right
No more lonely nights, wholl be alone now
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial now (634-5789)
Thats my number (634-5789)
Oh, Ill be right there
Just as soon as I can
If I be a little bit late now
I hope that youll understand
And if ya need a little lovin, ya call on me, lord have mercy
And if ya want a little kissin, ya call up jonny b. baby, its all right
Aint no more lonely nights, well be alone now
All you got to do is pick up the telephone
And dial it (634-5789)
Thats my number (634-5789)
Hey (634-5789)
Thats my number (634-5789)
Oooh, hooo (634-5789)
Im runnin to ya baby, where I belong (634-5789)
Cause if you need me, want me, telle me that you love me (634-5789)
Anytime, anywhere, come on baby (634-5789)
Oooh hooo (634-5789)
(634-5789)
(634-5789)
song performed by by Bon Jovi
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You Would Never Know
You've hurt me...
But I'm not crushed.
At least to you,
I will not admit it!
I'm not going to sit around,
Waiting to find something or someone
To replace you.
Who would be that foolish?
I'm not going to dial your number,
To let it ring once.
Then hang up...
With the hopes,
You have my number on your caller ID.
That's childish and so stupid,
Of me.
I meant...
If I was to do something like that.
And that kind of action,
Is too far fetched for me to conceive.
I am hardly one of the lonely hearts!
I'm not the one,
To wear my emotions on my sleeve.
Who me?
Please!
You've hurt me...
But I'm not crushed.
At least to you,
I will not admit it!
I'm not going to sit around,
Waiting to find something or someone
To replace you.
Who would be that foolish?
I'd stalk you if I had to.
But that's someone,
P-whipped and driven.
Longing for a reprise,
Of heated meetings.
Discreetly met under sheets.
I'm not like that!
You would never catch me sitting in a rage.
Wondering who it was,
With you...
Standing on your doorstep,
Sharing a chat.
No...
I am not like that.
And if I was...
You would never know.
However...
And this I admit!
I am known to dial wrong numbers.
And this is known by those I use to know.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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634-5789
(steve cropper/eddie floyd)
If you need a little loving call on me
If you want a little hugging call on me
You know Ill be right here at home
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial now 634-5789
634-5789
If you need a little kissing call on me
If good love is what youve been missing girl call on me
No more lonely nights will you be at home
All you got to do is pick up your telephone
And dial now 634-5789
634-5789
Ill be right there girl just as soon as I can
But if Im just a little bit late
I hope youll understand
Ill be right there baby just as soon as I can
But if Im just a little bit late
I hope youll understand
Call me at 634-5789
634-5789
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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