Clean Up Before She Comes
Clean up before she comes (x5)
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Twenty months has it all (alt: getting older)
I must be getting old (alt: ate my vegetables)
I must be getting old (alt: getting older)
I must be getting old (alt: ate my vegetables)
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Something in her eyes
Must be the smoke from my lungs
Clean up the dusty town
Living in a dusty town (x3)
Clean up before she comes (x3)
Living in a dusty town
I must be getting old (alt: getting older)
I must be getting old (alt: ate my vegetables)
Im starting to eat my vegetables
song performed by by Nirvana
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We Are The Vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bike's and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Some music is playing by metal gazers
It's gone through the stage where everyone makes it
Do you think that we're not good
All I really know is I think you should
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
Well I've got this feeling in the back of my head
I feel like making someone's face turn red
Learning bikes and ditto vices
Try to look bored and your going places
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the vegetables
We are the
We are the
We Are The Vegetables
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by INXS
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dodo and The City
Dodo draws on the cigarette.
The smoke hits the throat.
The city sucks her in with its
huge sick well of emptiness.
Bagteller wanted her to go
to his place last night and make
passionate love. What a laugh
that'd been. Him and his fetishes.
The schoolgirl uniform was not
her thing. Too many memories.
She told him to stuff that in one
of his tight dark orifices and walked
out into the city's cold night. Went
home to her own place and took
a hot shower. She is still sore from
the scrub. She wants to scrub her
past away with the brush and soap.
Nothing washes away the memories
that have sunk deep. She wakes to
a new day. The city is buzzing with
the walking dead and half living.
The cigarette smoke fills her lungs
and then out into the air. Mother said
men were not to be trusted. Father
said don't listen to her she's biased
and bitchy and smells of sour cream.
Oh that I could open up my mind and
wash it out and not have to see that
shrink once a month just after my bleeds
have gone she says. Dr Glexity with his
black suit and blue tie one green eye and
one grey. All that darn money and nothing
to say. She inhales the smoke and the city
and the living and the dead and sucks them
into her lungs broken heart and stuffed head.
poem by Terry Collett
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Ringling, Ringling
Ringling, ringling
By: jimmy buffett
1974
Ringlin, ringlin slippin away
Only forty people livin there today
Streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
Its a dyin little town
Church windows broken, that place aint been used in years
Jail dont have a sheriff or a cell
And electric trains they run by maybe once or twice a month
Easin it on down the muscle shell
Chorus:
Ringlin, ringlin slippin away
Only forty people livin there today
cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
Its a dyin little town
And across from the bar theres a pile of beer cans
Been there twenty-seven years
Imagine all the heartaches and tears
In twenty-seven years of beer
So we hopped back in the rent-a-car
And we hit the cruise control
Pretty soon the town was out of site
Though we left behind a fat barmaid, a cowboy, and a dog
Bracin for a ringlin friday night
Chorus:
Ringlin, ringlin youre just slippin away
I wonder how many people will be there a year from today
cause the streets are dusty and the bank has been torn down
Its a dyin little town
Yeah, its a dyin little town
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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0011 Scrubbing Carrots
Every Friday, a happy smiling man
who says he’s a mixture of Spain, Trinidad and England
delivers a bag of organic vegetables
and a bag of organic fruit, and
it’s a bit like a child’s Christmas bran-tub adventure –
some strange vegetables I’ve never seen before
and would never have dared to buy;
or eat, if I found them growing in the garden…
but it’s worth it for the carrots alone –
they taste, well, OK, like carrots used to taste..
and each week, they come from a different grower, so
they arrive clean and smooth one week,
clotted with earth another, but
as Rilke might say, rich with carrot-ness..
and I clean them with a respect which they
and the sheer living greenness of the greens
and other vegetables naturally demand of me
so that vegetable-cleaning
which used to be a chore done with attention
only at half strength, is now something more -
and in this mood, almost overlooked small great miracles of life
just happen of themselves –
two weeks ago, I watched amazed
as my two hands of themselves
devised a new way of cleaning carrots –
the hands reversed their roles: left hand
now held the scouring pad, diagonally,
and the right hand spiralled the carrot
in the pad… and lo! those etched horizontal lines
of dirt were perfectly removed..
and the isness of the carrot
and the isness of its servant
were together one silent song
where, it seemed,
the forgotten met the remembered
and rejoiced.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Red Velvet
Four months ago in april on a daycoach she came down
And the dust autumn winds begin to blow
Shoulda known I couldnt hold livin out so far from town
And the nights to come are long are slow to go
Well now shes up and left me and when walkin down the line
And the dusty autumn wind begins to blow
All dressed up in red velvet and he high heeled shoes so fine
And the nights to come are long and slow to go
Well if I had only know before we kissed
You cant keep red velvet on a poor dirt farm like this
Oh now shes gone and left me and went walkin down the line
And the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Well Ill sit and count the evening stars as they walk around
When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then Ill call my dog and Ill take the truck and Ill drive on into town
Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go
Well Ill sit and count the evening stars as they walk around
When the dusty autumn winds begin to blow
Then Ill call my dog and Ill take the truck and Ill drive on into town
Cause the nights to come are long and slow to go
And those dusty autumn winds begin to blow
song performed by by Gordon Lightfoot
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Sun
I shine with my bright eyes open.
I can see you every time,
Because I have very sharp eyes.
I can see you flying with the rainbow colors,
And even when you make mistakes.
I give you food like fruits and vegetables,
To make you happy and gay.
But can you make proud please! ! ! ! ,
By keeping the earth clean.
poem by Suhani Shah
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A vegetable garden in the beginning looks so promising and then after all little by little it grows nothing but vegetables, nothing, nothing but vegetables.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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Curtain Of Desperation
They stood in the curtain of desperation
with cold eyes narrowed on one another.
Their hearts beating quicker as moments ticked by
and the dust that curled around their boots,
where one within would eventually lie.
They stood facing one another
on the lonely dusty street with no heart.
Their hands hovered nervously
over the guns they wore on their hips.
Each waited for the others move,
and slowly the hands moved closer
to the marking of one’s time.
Within seconds, it was over
as two cracks of thunder broke the silence
with smoke mixed with dust concealing momentarily
the lonely dusty street with no heart.
When it cleared, only one was standing,
the other lay in the dust cold and silent.
The curtain of desperation that was ripped apart
in the thunder, smoke and dust.
Now it cleared to the only one
who would walk away to face
the curtain of desperation
again on another day.
1 July 2011
poem by David Harris
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Painter’s Agony
I want to paint that river
And the scene behind it
The boat and the boatmen
I know everything about
That river
My association with the river
Many a hundred memories
Evenings and sunshines
Floods and slow water
I have lived my life
On the bank of that river
I want to paint
Paint it with the most beautiful colors
I want to borrow some colors
From the colors of paradise
And I love the town
That lives beside the river
Old and dusty
Where shall I take you
In that small town
Every nook and corner
Shall tell you that it knows me
I want to paint that town
In colors of heaven
I want to carry a few children
And take them on a tour
I want to see the town with their eyes
And then go to the riverbank
And meditate for a while
Drink the wine of nature
And get lost into the world of beauty
And flow with the river
Enter every house
My heart throbs in harmony
With every heart in the town
Give me colors divine
Colors from the other world
For I want to paint
That river and that town
(This poem is about a small town on the bank of river Indus)
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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I love to cook comfort food. I'll make fish and vegetables or meat and vegetables and potatoes or rice. The ritual of it is fun for me, and the creativity of it.
quote by Reese Witherspoon
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Hell Of A Town
Its a hell of a town
Theres smoke coming up through the holes in the ground
Its a hell of a town
Plenty of devils for taking you down
Any time of night and day
Its a hell of a town
Getting drunk on the tears of a clown
Its a hell of a town
Steppin out in a bulletproof gown
So get out of my goddamn way
Im walking here
Im talking here
Its a hell of a town
Swimming out where the ships run aground
Its a hell of a town
Always room on the merry-go-round
So step up and be damned today
Im walking here
Im talking here
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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All Or Nothing
I know when he's been on your mind
That distant look is in your eyes
I thought with time you'd realize
It's over over
It's not the way I choose to live
And something somewhere's got to give
As sharing this relationship gets older older
You know I'd fight for you
But how I can fight someone who isn't even there
I've had the rest of you now I want the best of you
song performed by by O-Town from O-Town
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I consider the 70s to be the youth of old age. So all you women out there who are afraid of getting older, just keep your orgasms in place, eat a lot of vegetables, take exercise, and you'll be fine.
quote by Betty Dodson
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Sown Home Town
The world outside don't like us much,
'Cos they ain't got our classy touch,
But they ain't good enough to breathe,
This towns good air we make 'em leave
CHORUS
But it's no, no, no,
you really can't do that,
No, no, no,
down home town
No monkey business in this town,
Well who do you think you're pushing 'round,
This towns respectable and clean,
Just look around you'll see what I mean
CHORUS Repeat
Down home town
Down home town
Down home town
Down home town
Down home town
Down home town
CHORUS Repeat
We got the best town band around,
Just listen to their crazy sound
When they get hot they gonna blow,
You see them running every show
(I wish I was in the land of Dixie
Look Away...)
Down home town,
Gotta get down
Down home town
Gotta get down
Down home town
Down home town
Down home town
CHORUS
(I wish I was in the land of Dixie
Look Away...)
song performed by by Electric Light Orchestra
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I do the cooking at home. Where we eat no more than 100 grams of meat a day and have 'tons' of fresh vegetables. I prepare the vegetables with a wide range of herbs, spices and such. We also keep on hand lots of fruit, yogurt and great breads.
quote by Graham Kerr
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Because normally with Western cuisine, you'll serve vegetables separate from the meat, so kids will eat the meat and never touch the vegetables.
quote by Martin Yan
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When The Smoke Comes Out
when the smoke comes out
they are there to say that there is fire
on the chimney
when the smoke is black
they all say i have decided
when the smoke is white
they keep on praying since
no one is chosen
to lead the lost flock
without their grazing ground
during winter time
what if the smoke comes out
from my eyes and the smoke is black
and there is no fire in my heart?
what if i am lost? shall you care?
please don't. I must tell you i am happier
when left alone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Smokeless Zone
Im living in my smokeless zone
My house is not a happy home
I got to do something for I kick the bucket
Im living in this smokeless zone
I clean my dusty window sills
Everything I grow it kills
I dont want to stay in this street any longer
Living in this smokeless zone
Englands green, once so pleasant land
Living on a time bomb yeah
The whole damn place is going to turn to sand
Bah bah
I cough upon my wheezy chest
My penicillin does its best
Theres only one cure for an unhealthy body
Get out of this smokeless zone
song performed by by Xtc
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You Don't Cheat On Him Because
He washes dishes
he feeds the kids
he gives you a bath
eyes closed
he cooks, he pours you wine
he makes sure you keep all of your
appointments on time
he is the banker
he walks the dog
he eats your fish
he walked into your eyes wide open
he makes sure you are clean clean clean
that you always fit into your jeans
he takes the children to the dentist
and the doctors while shopping
He never misses a pebble you drop
you would kill for someone like him
sane enough to admit it to crazy to deny it
you co-opted him his price was the cheapest in town.
poem by Is It Poetry
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Slowing Down A Bit
to calm myself
from this anxiety of the usual
procrastination
the sighs are not
helping me
some packets of clean
air inside my lungs
are mere tourists
living the scene after
a view
somehow i tell my feet
we have to slow down a bit
my brain shall empty
everything
like a garage sale
selling everything at a cheaper
price
all these used and
second hand
beliefs
i rest upon a chair
put my feet at par with my eyes
my toes breathe
and listen to the
sensual classics
of Beethoven
it is 10: 07 in the morning
the sun is slowly climbing upon
a coconut tree
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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