Polyethylene, Parts 1 & 2
Tears of joy, now, scare ourselves of all that you want to be
Just got paid and now you're going
How inside you please
If I get scared I'll just call you
And I miss your glow as I unsettle
Oh, but I'll always feel, I will always feel
Right... One, two, three, four
So sell your suit and tie, and come and live with me
Leukemia, schizophrenia, polyethylene
There is no significant risk to your health
She used to be beautiful once as well
Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene
Decaffeinate, unleaded, keep all surfaces clean
If you don't believe me, sell yourself
If you don't get into it, no one will
song performed by by Radiohead
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Polyethylene
go.
Disjointed we scare ourselves with all that we wanna be.
Just got paid and now you're going, how long should you be?
If i get scared, i just call you.
And i, miss your glow as i unsettle,
Oh i'll always feel, i'll always be.
Right.
One, two, three, four.
So sell your suit and tie, and come and live with me.
Leukemia, schizophrenia, polyethylene.
There is no significant risk to your health.
She used to be beautiful once as well.
Plastic bag, middle class, polyethylene.
Decaffeinate, unleaded, keep all surfaces clean.
If you don't believe in it, sell your soul.
If you don't get into it, no one will.
Oh...... oh........
song performed by by Radiohead
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Sell Me A Coat
La la la la la la la la la la la la la
A winters day, a bitter snowflake on my face
My summer girl takes little backward steps away
Jack frost took her hand and left me, jack frost aint so cool
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
And when she smiles, the ice forgets to melt away
Not like before, her smile was warming yesterday
See the trees like silver candy, feel my icy hand
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
See my eyes, my window pane
See my tears like gentle rain
Thats the memory of a summer day
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
Sell me a coat with buttons of silver
Sell me a coat thats red or gold
Sell me a coat with little patch pockets
Sell me a coat cause I feel cold
La la la la la la
song performed by by David Bowie
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Sell My Soul
How do you feel
How do you hate
How do you wake up with the smile thats on your face
Out on the moon
If I was an astronaut could I get back to you?
Im out of my head
Im out of excuses so Im staring at the bed
And its you
Its you...
I hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Losing my heart
Losing my pride
Id burn our initials in the sun if it would shine
I need a fresh start
I was in heaven until this one fell apart
Out on the run
Out on this empty space since all of this begun
I try
I try...
I hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, hold on
(I cant let go...)
And you dont how I feel
And nothing seems to help
And nothing seems to work
And nothing isnt beautiful
Im old enough to take all the blame for all of us
Theres all the games and all the faces
Im bleeding by myself and Im okay...
Hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
I hold on
(I cant let go...)
And you dont know how I feel
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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Eurotrash
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We are selling an image
Everything must go
I want you to know
You don't want the side effects
You wanna .com
Need simulated sex
We're selling you heaven
Prices down to a low
I thought you should know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing
Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic and we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We're silicon stitches
Reality bites hard
I want you to know
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
We are,We are,We are,We are,...
It's all in your head
You're living a lie
There is nothing Money can't buy
The future is here
Dreams have no end
Everything must go
We are nothing but Eurotrash
We take Plastic we take Cash
We sell our hearts second class
We slit our throats on tinted glass
song performed by by Zeromancer
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Used Car Sales People
With the gift of the gab they would talk their way out of hell
These used car sales people they know how to sell
On their selling ability their jobs are at stake
The more cars they do sell the more commission they do make
On any deals they clinch they have never lost
And your trust on such people can come at a cost
The more cars they sell the more money they get paid
A hard job to succeed in the used car trade,
Shy and sensitive used car sales people one might say are rare
To sell one a car no effort they do spare
They have to sell cars or their boss them will fire
And other used car yard owners as car sales people them will not hire
The more cars they sell the greater is their pay
So to sell you a car they try every which way.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Bespoke Suit
That bespoke suit it looked grand so beaut
It adorned this guy drinking alone at the bar,
Would he sell it, that smashing suit
Indeed if only, I'd feel like a rising star,
Such a fine cut of pure merino wool
With a blue hanky peeping from his top pocket.
I turned my head an' he was gone leaving my mind to mull,
I ran to the door his car took off like a rocket,
Looking at my poor excuse of a suit so so raggy,
A week fly's by bespoke in my dreams never ending,
Love will never come with my trousers so baggy.
I see a girl stroking that bespoke suit...dreams keep sending,
Well blow me down with a feather there he stands again at the bar,
'Hello there my names John I think your suit is so bespoke,
Would you sell it to me to shine my star, '
'Gimme' double what I paid then it's yours no joke'
A sum agreed an' I put the cash in his hand quick smart,
Within an hour adorned with that bespoke my soul begins to soften,
My life anew dressed so fine lady luck about to start.
Standing at THAT bar a Marilyn Monroe type strokes my suit and says
'Do you come here often? '
poem by Ken e Hall
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I know in my soul when something feels like a sell out and I think for me, I knew that if I did the Jane's Addiction reunion thing, that I would feel like a sell out. That's how it would feel to me.
quote by Eric Avery
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I've never felt like I was in the cookie business. I've always been in a feel good feeling business. My job is to sell joy. My job is to sell happiness. My job is to sell an experience.
quote by Debbi Fields
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Anchored Is The Faith
Ill health may unsettle you.
Misfortune may unsettle you.
Failures may unsettle you.
Yet you will not be unsettled
If faith in your spouse is anchored.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I Hate Schizophrenia
I hate schizophrenia-
Spending months in a locked ward,
Pacing up and down low piled carpeted halls
Between therapy groups, and those nothing to do weekends.
Oh, how I hate schizophrenia.
I hate having schizophrenia,
Having to take at least seven medications
To get me through the day, and to take Ativan
To assure me a normal night’s sleep.
I hate having schizophrenia.
I hate this illness I have called schizophrenia.
Taking the Seroquel and Abilfy that make me ravenous so
I feel that I must spend the day vigorously exercising to
Keep my weight at a normal range, and to live on rabbit food.
How I hate this illness called schizophrenia.
I hate my terrible illness, schizophrenia.
If I don’t take multiple medications,
I hallucinate, get paranoid and delusional,
Have sleepless nights after nights, and
I have no motivation.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
Nurses, so called friends and therapists half my age
Treat me as if I were a child.
I am ill so I cannot be trusted.
I have schizophrenia and how angry it makes me feel.
I hate schizophrenia.
It is an illness that has a stigma attached to it, and
It has a grip on me.
It impairs my functioning and
It mars my relationships.
I hate schizophrenia.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
All of my relatives are well adjusted and highly functional.
I was born the black sheep; Why am I this way?
It’s so unfair!
When I think of it tears stream down my face.
I must have removed my glasses a hundred times today to
Wipe the tears away, yet
They keep on flowing.
I despise and resent having this terrible illness.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
Even in the darkness of the night on heavy medications
Voices haunt me.
I just want people to leave me alone.
I want to run away from the world and
Escape to a world of my own.
I don’t like being diagnosed with schizophrenia.
My name is not “schizophrenia”.
It is the name of this illness I was cursed with.
I am so angry now I could scream and hit the walls.
But the staff would come and grab me and throw me in seclusion, if I did.
Yes, that empty room with a hard mattress in a corner on the floor.
I could destroy myself.
I suppose all of us who have schizophrenia feel this way sometimes.
I suppose what upsets me the most is what
People say about me:
“She is schizophrenic.”
I am not “schizophrenic.”
I am a human being, flesh and blood with an illness.
I am a person, NOT an illness.
It is a constant struggle for all of us who have schizophrenia, to
Be a label, not a person.
That is the biggest problem with people in this world.
They label us, who are ill,
They don’t see us as just people.
And people we are, inside and out, not diseases.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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Sometimes
Sometimes
I like to talk about it
But I wont fight about it
Its just a waste of time
Sometimes
I even think about it
Then again I wont deny it
That aint worth my time
Sometime
You gotta face it down
You gotta work around it
Sometime you gotta lose
Sell yourself a reason
Take yourself outside
Through it all the truth comes out
Youre still alone inside
Some days
I even see you there
You look away but I dont care
Especially not today
Sometimes
I have to deal with it
But how can when I dont even know how I feel about it
Maybe some other day
Another holiday
Sometimes
I even see your face
And I just wanna tear it away
If only from my mind
Sometimes
Id like to see you about it
Then again, I can do without it
Maybe some other time
Sell yourself a reason
Take yourself outside
And through it all the truth comes out
Youre still alone inside
Sell yourself a reason
Take yourself outside
And through it all the truth comes out
Youre still alone inside
You dont know what you did to me
And I wont give you the courtesy
Youll never know how much I cried
To show you tears?
Id rather die
Another holiday
song performed by by Stone Sour
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There's no such thing as 'hard sell' and 'soft sell.' There's only 'smart sell' and 'stupid sell.'
quote by Leo Burnett
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Working Class Hero
As soon as you're born they make you feel small,
By giving you no time instead of it all,
Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,
They hate you if you're clever and they despise a fool,
Till you're so f***ing crazy you can't follow their rules.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
When they've tortured and scared you for twenty odd years,
Then they expect you to pick a career,
When you can't really function you're so full of fear.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
Keep you doped with religion and sex and TV,
And you think you're so clever and classless and free,
But you're still f***ing peasants as far as I can see.
A working class hero is something to be,
A working class hero is something to be.
There's room at the top they are telling you still,
But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,
If you want to be like the folks on the hill.
A working class hero is something to be.
A working class hero is something to be.
If you want to be a hero well just follow me,
If you want to be a hero well just follow me.
song, music by John Lennon, lyrics by John Lennon from John Lennon/Plastic Ono Band (11 December 1970)
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Whats The World ?
Um ... this song was written by ... erm, erm ...
What would you sell ?
Loose glasses and suit
Heart and soul
Wont wear out
Thats not enough !
I wonder whats inside
Fish fillet knife
Can cut
Right through my eye ...
Im looking for some words
To call my own
Worn-out phrases
And a hand-me-down
Theyll knock me
Under where I stand
Sad on his back
In a corned beef pan
Going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the rust inside ...
This is the way ...
Franken-star is born
Bits and pieces
Others have worn
All held together by a management glue
Too much glue
Watch the stars turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Im going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the halls of rust
Eeh ...
I, i, i, i, I ...
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Smiths
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To My Best Friend
You are my best friend
In the whole entire world.
And you always will be.
When I first met you,
Yeah, I was nervous, too.
But I knew there was something special.
When I talk to you,
I feel good inside.
Like nothing could possibly go wrong.
When I'm sad,
You cheer me up,
And make me laugh and smile.
And I do the same for you.
You're there for me.
You talk to me,
And tell me everything's gonna be okay.
And you mean everything you say.
And also, when I'm down,
You'd probably wipe my tears,
And hold my hand,
Comforting me.
I know you'd do this,
Because you've told me you care.
I love you, and you love me.
That's more than I could ask for.
If you were gone,
Heck, I'd miss you like crazy.
But I'd live for you,
And go on because that's what you'd want.
I'd risk anything,
I'd risk my life for you.
And we both know why.
You're my BEST FRIEND.
poem by Rebecca Ryan
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Feel Good Time
do do do do do
do do do do do
we go where we like
we got overtime
we get paid to rattle our chains
we go in the back
paint our money black
spend it on the enemy
sleepin in the church
ridin in the dirt
put a banner over my grave
make your body work
make it bigger hurt
sell me somthin big and untamed
now our time
feel good time
now our time
feel good time
now our time
i said now our time
feel good time
its a realy good time
yeaahhh be our man
we know how to play
party every day
make our destinasion look plain
ridin on the road
till our powers gone
we dont even have a good name
sleepin in the church
ridin in the dirt
put a banner over my grave
make your body work
make it bigger hurt
sell me somthin big and untamed
now our time
feel good time
now our time
feel good time
now our time
i said now our time
feel good time
yeaahhh be our man
do do do do do
do do do do do
do do do do do
do do do do do
sell me somthin big and untamed
now our time
feel good time
now our time
feel good time
now our time
i said now our time
feel good time
its a realy good time
real good feel good
its the same old same
feel good real good
i dont got no brain
real good feel good
its the same old same
feel good real good
i dont got no brain
yeahhhhh be our man
song performed by by Pink
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I Did Not Hear The Trade Cry
I did not hear the trade cry--
Under the music of your skillful art.
I don't want to buy and sell,
Thru cell phone, the plastic heart.
Am I jerk, or you are? you have proved,
Trademan of darkest shop!
You are sold by Mephistophillis,
To make your life a sure flop!
Here, you can buy something,
But, will miss a pure mind.
Being not a beast, all may,
Call you animal behind.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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Thrift
I sit here all knowing
Knowing nothing here at all, yeah
My cuts spread slower
Pig hands reach into my sides, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go
Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell
My body hangs on hooks
A cloth to society, yeah
Your dollars wet my skin
Makes me paper mache thrift, yeah
I hate this life you give me
I give you hate you live for me, yeah
I love the pain you give me
This hurting feels like love to me, yeah
They go down town down town
They go
Down inside
Down inside
Down inside
They go down town down town
They go down town to sell
Down town down town
They go down town to sell
To sell
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
I hate this life you give to me
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
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My Miss Beautiful
Beautiful is an underword to describe you,
Oh poor english, give me more words,
Dont envy me you lexicon,
I need words with virtue and weight,
Every lexicon I have opened,
Should I call her marvellous,
Well I am more than marvelling,
Should I call her beautiful,
She is not equal to others,
Since the lexicon cant give me more,
I will call her my miss beautiful
If beauty was a contest,
I bet she is winning,
Her smile, posture and eyes,
In others, I found it not
My miss beautiful,
Holding you in my arms,
Telling you, you are beautiful,
I denounce English,
She refused with words that suit you,
Stars are beautiful,
But you are not my star,
The rainbow is beautiful,
Yet you are not my rainbow,
You are far beyond that,
My miss beautiful
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Smile or Die
Someone once said
Smile or Die
It was kinda a weird saying
It scared me too
however
its helpful
If you everfeel like throwing a brick through a window
or screaming at yourself
or if you ever feel to anxious
or feel mad
feel sad
glad
Just Smile
Yeah it may look goofy
You might not feel happy on the inside but
like mama said
at least you know
that
no mater what
no one can take away your smile
unless YOU let them
So Smile
It's a great rule for all optimists
Just don't smile too much!
You might scare the little children
poem by Kori Haffmun
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