Wino Junko
Doctor tom is getting on,
All he does is sign his name.
I get things my brainbox sings,
But Ill go down again.
Play with fire, getting higher,
Higher than a nine foot flame.
My soul is pent and sos the rent,
But Ill go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no
Till you go down again
This and treat you crazy cat,
Flying sideways once again.
Im in a spin it makes me grin,
But Ill go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no
Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down again.
Till you go down.
Take what I need until I bleed,
People will say Ive gone insane.
Aint scared to die, its such a high,
Till I go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no,
Till you go down again.
Wino junko cant say no,
Wino junko, eyes aglow.
Pill freak, spring a leak, you cant say no,
Till you go down again.
Wino junko...
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Wino
(ronnie van zant - rickey medlocke - allen collins)
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
Times are on his face. blisters on his brain
Wonders whos at fault. knows that hes to blame
Thinks back on his childhood and wonders the reasons why
Why some men have made it rich. why some men have cried
Reached out his hand, lord. for a nickel or a dime
Livin every day, yeah, for one more taste of wine
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Wino on the street. drinkin a bottle of booze
Aint got nothing to say, yeah. and he dont got much to lose
I want to help him out with his troubles and woes
I guess hes a happy young man. God in heaven only knows
Wino, soon youve got to choose
How long must you take abuse
Wino, you wasnt born to lose
Sweet wine is making you a fool
Yonder come a man, now this I know
Now you better find some place to go
Yonder come a man to take you downtown
He dont want you hanging around
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Stereotype
The Goth
The Chav
The Mosher
The Punk
What are you?
Where are you?
How do you choose?
The Wino
The Freak
The Buisnessman
The Gay One
Sometimes you can't choose
It chooses you.
The gypsy
The Tramp
The Theif
Who are you?
Why do we have catagories?
How do you fall into them?
Which am i?
Is it for you to decide or me?
poem by Lucy Vernezze
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The Wino And I Know
The ice cream man he's a hillbilly fan,
He's got seventy-eights by Hank Snow;
Walks down the street, shufflin' his feet,
To the rhythm that only he knows.
And I've seen him in so many places,
I saw him the night I was born;
In a Bourbon Street bar I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn.
And the Wino and I know the pains of street singin'
Like the door-to-door salesman knows
the pains of bell ringin'
It's a strange situation,
a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Well the coffee is strong
at the Cafe Du Monde,
And the donuts are too hot to touch;
But just like a fool, when those
sweet goodies cool, I ate 'til I ate way too much.
Cause I'm livin' on things that excite me,
Be they pastries or lobsters or love;
I'm just tryin' to get by being quiet and shy,
In a world full of pushin' and shove.
And the Wino and I know the pains of backbustin',
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pick-up
truck rustin'.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
Sweet Senorita, Won't you please come with me?
Back to the island, honey, back to the sea;
Back to the only place that I want to be.
And the Wino and I know the joys of the ocean,
Like a boy knows the joys of his milkshake
in motion.
It's a strange situation, a wild occupation,
Living my life like a song.
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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The Wino & I Know
By: jimmy buffett
1974
The ice cream man hes a hillbilly fan
Got seventy-eights by hank snow
Walks down the street, shufflin his feet
To a rhythm that only he knows
And Ive seen him in so many places
I saw him the night I was born
In a bourbon street bar, I received my first scar
From an old man so tattered and torn
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of street singin
Like a door-to-door salesman knows the pains of bell ringin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Coffee is strong at the cafe du monde
Donuts are too hot to touch
Just like a fool, when those sweet goodies cool
I eat til I eat way too much
cause Im livin on things that excite me
Be they pastry or lobster or love
Im just tryin to get by bein quiet and shy
In a world full of pushin and shove
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the pain of back bustin
Like the farmer knows the pain of his pickup truck rustin
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Sweet senorita wont you please come with me
Back to the island honey, back to the sea
Back to the only place that I want to be
Chorus:
And the wino and I know the joy of the ocean
Like a boy knows the joy of his milkshake in motion
Strange situation, wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
Yes its a strange situation, a wild occupation
Livin my life like a song
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Sudden Glimpse!
what if you woke up,
and realized,
that the old, foul smelling,
dirty clothes, unshaven
wino in the parking lot,
trying to bum a couple bucks...
was God?
how would that change
the way you look at things?
well... He is!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Till I Go Down
Till I go down
Till I go down
Till I go down
Im not gonna shut my eyes
Till I go down
Im not gonna shut my eyes
Ive already seen the lies
On the faces of the men of war
Leading people to the killing floor
Till I go down
Till I go down
Till I go down
Im not gonna shut my eyes
No no
Till I go down
Till the world stops spinning around
Till Im six feet under the ground
Till theres no sound
Till theres no pain
Im gonna swing this chain
Till I go down
Im not gonna shut my mouth
Im for the truth to come out
About the leader with the iron will
And his allegiance to the dollar bill
Till I go down
Till I go down
Till I go down
Im not gonna shut my eyes
Till I go down
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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A Certain Kind of Holy Men
Not every wino is a Holy Man.
Oh, but some of them are.
I love those who've learned
to sit comfortably
for long periods with their hams
pressed against their calves,
outdoors,
with a wall for a back-rest,
contentedly saying nothing.
These move about only when
necessary,
on foot, and almost always
in pairs.
I think of them as oblates.
Christ's blood is in their veins
or they thirst for it.
They have looked into the eyes
of God,
unprotected by smoked glass.
poem by Alden Nowlan
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Twitcher and the Bird Sanctuary
I see many species of birds
from morning till night.
They speak different languages
the migratory birds from all over the world.
What a colourful pagentry and harmony?
Nobody carries weapons
and no any harshness.
So it's very harmless to be with them forever.
Their twitter makes me happy
and I want to be single
whole of the journey.
If she comes I fear the birds won't be here.
She scolded me in her last letter.
'You are good for nothing; a Gooseberry
one day you sink with your birds
in your own bottomless harbour.
Your holey gondola won't be long-standing.
My wicked Gondolier,
you propel with your rickety pole to the hell!
Wind up,
your unfortunate wino Goddess.'
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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No One Here Is A Republican
Anymore, there is poverty aplenty,
We could be drunken poets
On these sweetly-sad wino streets.
Keep my copy of the Wall Street Journal, luv,
No one here is a Republican.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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Spring will come busting in
As certain as death and taxes
Spring will come busting in the front door
all fresh and green somewhere else
Here in Chicago it comes dragging through
the grimy streets like a teenage thug
sullen and morose smelling like
a dumpster behind a meat market
raw and red-eyed as a wino on the skids
But what the hell! Isn't that the charm
of a metropolis built on wasteland
near a great lake? Another pewter
day like most of February
dull and without spark at all
a nightmare city in gray tones
But after Spring gasps to a close
we can look with audacious hope
for Summer!
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Can You Hear Them?
So sick and tired of living
And so afraid to die
I've lived so many lives
And still I wonder why
The way the world perceives me
Is not the way I am
The one half thinks I'm crazy
The other thinks I'm mad
I spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Ten thousand million nightmares
Temptation by the score
I used to get so high
And still I wanted more
You think my time is wasted
In search of who I am
I tried to so hard to kill
The boy inside the man
I spent a thousand years one night in my room
I've lived so many lives and that is my doom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
I never thought I'd smile again
Always thought I'd be here on my own
Sometimes when I'm down
You come and save me again
And again
And again
And again
I'll never understand it
It makes no sense at all
Just look at what I've done
It's time to count the score
I've spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne from Down To Earth
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Dedication to medication part one
Ode to my little pink pill
You are my saviour,
And my ultimate downfall.
Like so many little pills
That came before you
The first gave me lisence
To act without consequence
Until a little beige pill
Was needed when you failed
After that while on sabbatical
I had some bigger white pills
With a pessary too
To undo the promiscuity.
Little yellow pill
Tucked up in my gum
You help me stomach myself
Little lozenge pill
You soothe the monsters
That live by my bed
Tiny blue speckled pill
You drench me in annonymity
Till little pink pill
The littlest pink pill
Sings her Seroquel lullaby
And sentences me to sleep.
poem by Vik Harley
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All Nite All Day
Wanna ride tonight, Wanna ride tonight
Wanna freak tonight, Wanna freak tonight...
(Repeat)
*1st Verse*
The time is cool
Whatcha gonna do
The bachelor,
Is calling you, yeah
The mood is right
With the fireside
And the song you like
With your favorite wine
Baby just relax let the atmosphere take over you
Keep it in your mind that I'm here to do what you want me to do
Ain't no need to rush cuz the both of us could go all night
Girl let go and I'll, do you
*Chorus*
All nite, and All day
I wanna love you, in every way
Tonight, I wanna play
I can love you baby girl if you stay with me all night
(Repeat)
*2nd Verse*
Doing all I can and all you like just to let you know
I got what you need so if you wanna get
freaky you should be w/ me girl
Baby I'll take care of you, I'll do it nice & slow I can
Feel the heat
When our bodies said I wanna make love tonight
Baby I just wanna do you right
Tell me can we take a ride tonight
Top down with the sounds pumped loud, bodies rollin' round
As we noth go downtown
That's what I like, and it feels so right
Baby open wide, and take it all night
*Chorus*
*Bridge*
I'll treat you right, I'll treat you right if you come to me oh come to me
I'll do you right And all I know is that I gotta have you
*Chorus till fade*
(See us G's like it wild, and I can make you smile all night)
(Up and down till you leak...us G's like to freak)
song performed by by Ginuwine
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The Rower's Chant
ROW till the land dip 'neath
The sea from view.
Row till a land peep up,
A home for you.
Row till the mast sing songs
Welcome and sweet,
Row till the waves, outstripped,
Give up, dead beat.
Row till the sea-nymphs rise
To ask you why
Rowing you tarry not
To hear them sigh.
Row till the stars grow bright
Like certain eyes.
Row till the noon be high
As hopes you prize.
Row till you harbour in
All longing's port.
Row till you find all things
For which you sought.
poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
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Rowers Chant
Row till the land dip 'neath
The sea from view.
Row till a land peep up,
A home for you.
Row till the mast sing songs
Welcome and sweet.
Row till the waves, out-stripped,
Give up dead beat.
Row till the sea-nymphs rise
To ask you why
Rowing you tarry not
To hear them sigh.
Row till the stars grow bright
Like certain eyes.
Row till the noon be high
As hopes you prize.
Row till you harbour in
All longing's port.
Row till you find all things
For which you sought.
poem by Thomas Sturge Moore
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My Self!
when i finally...
slept with my self,
my self called me a whore!
and i spent weeks
on the porch,
fumbling in my pockets...
for my identity.
i stopped a passing stranger
and asked him my name...
he pointed to the ground,
and muttered, 'other'!
i gave a wino my last dollar,
pulled down my hat.
and walked off alone...
but i could hear the footsteps,
could feel the heavy breathing...
and turning to demand...
saw my self!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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The Galilee Hitch-Hiker
The Galilee Hitch-Hiker
Part 1
Baudelaire was
driving a Model A
across Galilee.
He picked up a
hitch-hiker named
Jesus who had
been standing among
a school of fish,
feeding them
pieces of bread.
'Where are you
going?' asked
Jesus, getting
into the front
seat.
'Anywhere, anywhere
out of this world!'
shouted
Baudelaire.
'I'll go with you
as far as
Golgotha,'
said Jesus.
'I have a
concession
at the carnival
there, and I
must not be
late.'
The American Hotel
Part 2
Baudelaire was sitting
in a doorway with a wino
on San Fransisco's skid row.
The wino was a million
years old and could remember
dinosaurs.
Baudelaire and the wino
were drinking Petri Muscatel.
'One must always be drunk,'
said Baudelaire.
'I live in the American Hotel,'
said the wino. 'And I can
remember dinosaurs.'
'Be you drunken ceaselessly,'
said Baudelaire.
1939
Part 3
Baudelaire used to come
to our house and watch
me grind coffee.
That was in 1939
and we lived in the slums
of Tacoma.
My mother would put
the coffee beans in the grinder.
I was a child
and would turn the handle,
pretending that it was
a hurdy-gurdy,
and Baudelaire would pretend
that he was a monkey,
hopping up and down
and holding out
a tin cup.
The Flowerburgers
Part 4
Baudelaire opened
up a hamburger stand
in San Fransisco,
but he put flowers
between the buns.
People would come in
and say, 'Give me a
hamburger with plenty
of onions on it.'
Baudelaire would give
them a flowerburger
instead and the people
would say, 'What kind
of a hamburger stand
is this?'
The Hour of Eternity
Part 5
'The Chinese
read the time
in the eyes
of cats,'
said Baudelaire
and went into
a jewelry store
on Market Street.
He came out
a few moments
later carrying
a twenty-one
jewel Siamese
cat that he
wore on the
end of a
golden chain.
Salvador Dali
Part 6
'Are you
or aren't you
going to eat
your soup,
you bloody odd
cloud merchant?'
Jeanne Duval
shouted,
hitting Baudelaire
on the back
as he sat
daydreaming
out the window.
Baudelaire was
startled.
Then he laughed
like hell,
waving his spoon
in the air
like a wand
changing the room
into a painting
by Salvador
Dali, changing
the room
into a painting
by Van Gogh.
A Baseball Game
Part 7
Baudelaire went
to a baseball game
and bought a hot dog
and lit up a pipe
of opium.
The New York Yankees
were playing
the Detroit Tigers.
In the fourth inning
an angel committed
suicide by jumping
off a low cloud.
The angel landed
on second base,
causing the
whole infield
to crack like
a huge mirror.
The game was
called on
account of
fear.
Insane Asylum
Part 8
Baudelaire went
to the insane asylum
disguised as a
psychiatrist.
He stayed there
for two months
and when he left,
the insane asylum
loved him so much
that it followed
him all over
California,
and Baudelaire
laughed when the
insane asylum
rubbed itself
up against his
leg like a
strange cat.
My Insect Funeral
Part 9
When I was a child
I had a graveyard
where I buried insects
and dead birds under
a rose tree.
I would bury the insects
in tin foil and match boxes.
I would bury the birds
in pieces of red cloth.
It was all very sad
and I would cry
as I scooped the dirt
into their small graves
with a spoon.
Baudelaire would come
and join in
my insect funerals,
saying little prayers
the size of
dead birds.
San Fransisco
February 1958
poem by Richard Brautigan
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You Don't Go Crazy Till It's Done
War is hell but you don't go crazy till its done.
We climbed to the top, we can never stop,
You don't go crazy till its done.
Shoot your guns and bang your drums,
You don't go crazy till its done.
Bleed 'em dry in the blazing sun,
Shoot 'em and their mums,
You don't go crazy till its done.
Here there's no thinkin', and binge drinkin',
You don't go crazy till its done.
Wait till your home, safe and alone
Wait for the dreams of screams,
You don't go crazy till its done.
Alone and at home,
Be in pain and get told your insane,
Be prescribed lots of drugs and a few hugs,
You don't go crazy til its done.
Loose your job and get chased by angry mob,
Get told you're the hitch and then get the ditch.
You don't go crazy til its done.
War is hell but you don't go crazy til its done.
poem by Anna Writer
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Later Tonight
You wait till later
till later tonight
You wait till later, till later
till later tonight
That boy never cast a look in your direction
Never tried to hook for your affection
Dresses like the mod of your invention, tall and proud
He is the head boy of the school of thought
That plays in your intentions, night and day
And you wait till later
till later tonight
You wait till later, till later
till later tonight
And you wait till later
till later tonight
You wait till later, till later
till later tonight
cause tonight always comes
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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The Human Body
Go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! {x2}
Can u take me home
Where we can be alone?
Can u make me happy
Till my pain is gone?
Can u get me excited?
Excited enough 2 thank the God above 4 the human body
Yeah, yeah, yeah
4 the human body
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Can u get me excited
Till my love is long?
Can u let me ride it (oh yeah)
Till the early morn?
Can u freak me dirty?
Freak me till I thank the God above 4 the human body
Yeah, yeah, yeah
4 the human body
(slave!) {x4}
song performed by by Prince
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