Man In A Suitcase
Id invite you back to my place
Its only mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks home to me alright
But its a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the strangers face
Another key for my collection
For security I race for my connection
Bird in a flying cage youll never get to know me well
The worlds my oyster a hotel rooms a prison cell
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the strangers face
Id invite you back to my place
Its only mine because it hold my suitcase
It looks like home to me alright
But its a hundred miles from yesterday night
song performed by by Police
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Carnival
Low club light
Lips sealed tight
Expose fade away
Observer write it all down
For me
No soundtrack
No fightback
Noise annoys
Dark subject
All the underworld
Making plans for us
We are open wide
Need someone to stand up
Up up
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Stangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Sailor talk to soldier
Sailor
Low club light
Lips sealed tight
Expose fade away
Observer write it all down
For me
Ill try
Ill spy
I would not buy
A car from you
They make uniforms
Something to call style
We need to stand up
We are open wide-ide-ide
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Strangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Soldier talk to sailer
Soldier
All the underworld
Making plans for us
We are open wide
Need someone to stand up
Up up
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Strangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Soldier talk to sailer
Soldier
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Strangers
(bobby braddock)
Two strangers passing on the sidewalk
Barely brush each others hand
He says Im sorry
She says dont worry
And that is how it all began
A few short days and night together
And its like they were meant to be
Lying there with her he softly whispers
Just think what we were so recently
Strangers, strangers
The world greatest lovers
Last week we were strangers
Two strangers passing in the hallway
Barely touch each others heart
Now theyre pretending
Two shadows blending
But theyre a million miles apart
Soon shell be packing up her suitcase
Theyll be dividing all the blame
They know how they started
Now empty hearted
They dont have a clue how they became
Strangers, strangers
The world greatest lovers
And now they are strangers
The worlds greatest lovers
Have turned into strangers
Strangers, strangers
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Hell Gets You Nowhere
Stood by the roadside late at night
Hell came along and offered me a ride
I thought about it the I said no
I asked my suitcase and my suitcase said lets go
And the bass said
Hell gets you nowhere
That I swear
Went to church sunday without my mum
Laughed about my neighbour who sat on my chewinggum
He said the lord would punish me
And hells the right place for me to be
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Five Hundred Miles Away From Home
(bobby bare, charlie williams, hedy west)
Tear drops fell on mamas note
When I read the things she wrote
She said, we miss you girl
We love you come on home
Well I didnt have to pack
I had it all right on my back
Now Im five hundred miles away from home
Chorus:
Away from home, away from home
Cold and tired and all alone
Yes, Im five hundred miles away from home
Its hard to tell the state Im in
Where Im going, where Ive been
But theres a dream Ive been following so long
If mama knew the things Ive done
Shed forgive them everyone
But Im still five hundred miles away from home
Repeat chorus
Cant remember when I ate its just thumb and walk and wait
And Im still five hundred miles away from home
If my luck had been just right Id be with them all tonight
But Im still five hundred miles away from home
Repeat chorus
Lord, Im still five hundred miles away from home
song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, 'I can't think of anything to give you, but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward, I was like, 'What were you thinking, idiot?'
quote by Jensen Ackles
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If I'm going away for longer than a week I take a suitcase and check it in but I'm good at packing light and quick - years of modelling, travelling and living out of a suitcase has trained me well.
quote by Lisa Snowdon
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Going Home
Writers: leo sayer & alan tarney
No crying no sighing Im going home
Im leaving no grieving Im going home
And theres no one here
And theres nothing here gonna turn me around
Been a lifetime here full of doubt and fear
Been the talk of the town
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
Im smiling Im flying Im going home
No sad face no suitcase Im going home
And Im thinking back
To the girl I left is she waiting for me
When I left my heart wasnt in my hands
Is she waiting home for me
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
I know my friends will be there
And they will welcome me
Ill wash away these memories
From these dirty streets
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
When I get home
Im dreaming Im scheming Im going home
Im racing times wasting Im going home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
Im going home
Im going home
Im going home
And in my babys eyes
I see joy and pride
Uncover all those lies
That I left behind
When I get home
And I see my home and I see my dream
I see everyone there
Going right back down to when I was free
And I hadnt a care
When I get home
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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The tempo is the suitcase. If the suitcase is too small, everything is completely wrinkled. If the tempo is too fast, everything becomes so scrambled you can't understand it.
quote by Daniel Barenboim
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Train Of Thought
He likes to have the morning papers
Crossword solved
Words go up words come down
Forwards backwards twisted round
He grabs a pile of letters from a small suitcase
Disappears into an office
Its another working day
And his thoughts are full of strangers
Corridors of naked lights
And his mind once full of reason
Now theres more than meets the eye
Oh, a strangers face he carries with him
He likes a bit of reading on the subway home
A distant radio whistling tunes that nobody knows
At home a house awaits him, he unlocks the door
Thinking once there was a sea here
But there never was a door
And his thoughts are full of strangers
And his eyes to numb to see
And nothing that he knows of
And nowhere where hes been
Was ever quite like this
And his thoughts...
And at heart
Hes full of strangers
Dodging on his train of thought
Train of thought
song performed by by A-Ha
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Lost Luggage
I packed my heart into a suitcase
Took a flight to somewhere else
Upon arrival I found my luggage lost
And with that my heart
Now I’m looking to sue somebody
So I can get back what’s rightfully mine
I feel the need to fight for this
It’s my heart, my thoughts, my feelings
Currently being kept in some lost and found
Gathering dust on a shelf
I’ll write letters to the airlines
Pen them to every airport
Words into the sky and upon the ground
Searching to find that missing something
My heart packed into a suitcase
While I took a flight away
All I know is I’ll find it again someday
poem by Matthew Holloway
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West Texas Wind
It's a long thin line, it sure is a hot and dusty day
And Colorado's more than eight hundred miles away
I called to tell you that I'd be home sometime tonight
If the roads are clear and the weather is right
Now to say I miss you is putting it lightly, can't you see
There's nothing better than havin' you lying next to me
Early in the morning, honey you're the first thing on my mind
Like the risin' sun to the travelin' kind
West Texas Wind, tell me why you try to hold me back
Tugging at my heart and pulling on my sleeve
You and this old guitar, you're always up for picking just one more song
And if I listen long enough to you I might never leave
Now the lights of Denver, they're gonna shimmer in the deep red of the dawn
And I'll grab my suitcase and slip it lightly through the door
And swear again I won't leave him anymore
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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Suitcase
Its silver clasp looks like a man grasping
his hands above his head in victory;
the latches, like twin hatchbacks headed away.
There are no wheels, just four steel nipples for sliding.
A hexagonal seal announces the defunct
"U.S. Trunk Company." The frame is wood—
big, heavy, cheap—covered with imitation leather,
its blue just slightly darker than Mom's eyes.
"It's beautiful. Much too expensive," she told Dad,
and kissed him. The lining is pink, quilted
acetate. Three sides have pouches with elastic tops—
stretched out now, like old underwear.
I watched Mom pack them with panties and brassieres
when I was so little she didn't blush.
The right front corner has been punctured and crushed.
(I could have choked the baggage handler.)
The handle—blue plastic doorknocker—
is fringed with wrinkled tags from United, Delta,
U.S. Air (which crunched the hole, flying
the suitcase back from Houston). I'd gone there
to see Mom in the "home," and save some boyhood
relics before my sister gave them to Good Will.
"Take mine," Mom said, hearing my suitcase was full.
"I won't need luggage, the next place I go."
poem by Charles Harper Webb
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Another Suitcase In Another Hall
Eva: I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it
Wouldn't you
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom that I'm hard through and through
But everytime it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me
And they do
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation
Here and now
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Photographer: Don't ask anymore
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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A Mans Home Is His Castle
(ariel caten)
Linda works the diner pourin coffee slingin hash
She said, I wouldnt have come in today
But I really need the cash
I know I cant fool anyone cause dark glasses tell no lies
But make-up wont cover up a blackened eye
Oh, oh, oh no
You see, jimmy works construction now
But yesterday it rained
So he went down to the liquor store
And by noon he felt no pain
I came in an hour late then I let his supper burn
Well he hit the roof hit the wall
And then it was my turn
He said a mans home is his castle
It always has been and so it remains
But he holds the keys in a fist of rage
His home is his castle
And mine is a cage
Someone much have heard the noise and they dialed 911
And the cop that showed up at the door asked,
Is there a problem son?
Jimmy smiled and said no sir, just a little fight thats all
Hey you know how it gets sometimes
When youre layin down the law
Oh, oh, oh no
So I pulled out my suitcase I started packin up my clothes
And jimmy said now linda, where do you expect to go with those
I told him i have tried, but not an ounce of love survives
Well he grabbed my wrist and shouted
Youre not leavin here alive
She said Im savin up my money and when I get the nerve Ill run
But jim dont give up easily so I intend to buy a gun
He will never see the way he treats me is a crime
Somebody oughta lock him up but Im the one
Whos done the time
He said a mans home is his castle
It always has been and so it remains
But he holds the keys in a fist of rage
His home is his castle
And mine is a cage
song performed by by Faith Hill
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Plaid
Some will say its too late,
So dont change the story.
Theres too much at stake to grow.
Yesterday was so great,
Just bask in the glory.
Dont let your feelings show.
And I say,
Oh yeah like a man with condition
I wait for my heart to stop.
Stay down,
Got a plan hold that position.
You cant afford a flop.
Pack my suitcase
With my game face,
Take the same place,
And put away the dreams I had.
Let my hair grow,
Find some old clothes,
Let the world know
That my glory days were plaid.
Im not asking for permission,
Are you ready for me to be me.
Just pass the ammunition,
This prisoners about to bust free from chains.
For so long you told me to keep it familiar,
Just play what they all would find,
I can wear this blindfold, stick to your story,
But I gotta ask myself why.
And I play, ..., goes on
For so many seasons,
Til Im sure Im losing my mind.
And I say, oh no,
Gotta have a much better reason
To leave all my dreams behind.
Strangers,
Rearrange us,
Stay the same fate,
And become your favorite fad.
With the see-through,
I gotta be true,
I cant be you.
While yes still comes in plaid.
Im not asking for permission
Are you ready for me to be me.
Lord, pass some ammunition,
This prisoners about to bust free from your chains.
Im more than just excited,
Like a hundred pounds of monkey on my back.
Now everybodys divided,
Were riding this train til we run clear out of track.
Clean of track.
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Chicago
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To my lost one (villanelle)
If you come from a unknown place
from where I am, as if thrown
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
it may be by God’s grace
and we may leave the paths well trodden and known.
If you come from a unknown place
wherever it may be, carrying just one suitcase
I will be happy to meet you, if you come alone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
and if you want to, we can disappear without a trace
be on our own, without anyone.
If you come from a unknown place
and walk into my embrace,
my lost one, come without a chaperone
into my life and we again meet face-to-face
our pasts will be erased
and all unhappiness will be gone,
if you come from a unknown place
into my life and we again meet face-to-face.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Homeward Bound
Im sitting in the railway station.
Got a ticket to my destination.
On a tour of one-night stands my suitcase and guitar in hand.
And evry stop is neatly planned for a poet and a one-man band.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Evry days an endless stream
Of cigarettes and magazines.
And each town looks the same to me, the movies and the factories
And evry strangers face I see reminds me that I long to be,
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Tonight Ill sing my songs again,
Ill play the game and pretend.
But all my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity
Like emptiness in harmony I need someone to comfort me.
Homeward bound,
I wish I was,
Homeward bound,
Home where my thoughts escaping,
Home where my musics playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
Silently for me.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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September travel
September Travel
I’ve packed my suitcase ready to go to Norway in
September, extra jumpers, wooly socks and two
bottles of whisky; well, I’m only staying there for
four days, but there might be a war breaking out.
Booze is very expensive in Norway so I can’t go
into bars, but sit in a tiny hotel room drink good
whisky from a glass in the bathroom, the one used
to brush ones teeth in the morning.
I will be walking around in streets where no one
knows me, there will be rain and I have no umbrella,
and I will end up in one of those expensive bars,
just standing there drinking and talking to no one.
I have unpacked my suitcase, and opened one of
the bottles and sit in my favourite chair drinking
a drop, I will not be going back to Norway this year,
the dog is old and can’t be left alone in a kennel,
poem by Jan Oskar Hansen
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Traveling Dream
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
Secretly the clock is bolting
forward ten minutes at a click
instead of one. Each time
I look away, it jumps.
Now I remember I have to find
the cats. I have four cats
even when I am asleep.
One is on the bed and I slip
her into the suitcase.
One is under the sofa. I
drag him out. But the tabby
in the suitcase has vanished.
Now my tickets have run away.
Maybe the cat has my tickets.
I can only find one cat.
My purse has gone into hiding.
Now it is time to get packed.
I take the suitcase down.
There is a cat in it but no clothes.
My tickets are floating in the bath
tub full of water. I dry them.
One cat is in my purse
but my wallet has dissolved.
The tickets are still dripping.
I look at the clock as it leaps
forward and see I have missed
my plane. My bed is gone now.
There is one cat the size of a sofa.
poem by Marge Piercy
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The technology is just so far gone. It's just like back in the day you needed a suitcase just to have a cell phone. The battery was so heavy, it was like carrying a gallon of soda around with you all day.
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