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I was dissatisfied just being an actor.

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Dissatisfied

Written by christine mcvie.
Why baby why are you still so sad
When you know how much I need you
I hate to see you feel so bad
When I try so hard to please you
You know Id do anything
Just to see you smile againg
Theres nothing I wouldnt do
Just to take away a little pain
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
My home is yours and I want you to know
That I need you to depend on
Any everything you feel Im feeling too
And I just hope you havent forgotten
How can I make the sunshine through
So we can be happy again
Oh baby theres got to be a way
Just to take away a little pain
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
Please dont say you dont love me anymore
Cause I couldnt ease up on you
Youre the only reason for all my joy
And without you what would I do
Cause Id do anything
Just to see you smile againg
Theres nothing I wouldnt do
Just to take away a little pain
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)
You make me feel, ooooh ooh ooh oooooh
Dissatisfied (dissatisfied)...

song performed by Fleetwood Mac
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Dissatisfied

Another reckless holiday
Another brain cell floats away
I've had enough, please wake me up ---if I'm dreaming
Half these friends, fading fast, burning out, into ash
Where you wanna go cuz I will follow?
What you can't stomach, I will swallow.
Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, dissatisfied
Its alright, alright
Don't worry everything's gonna be alright
Its alright
Don't worry everything's gonna be alright, alright, alright
Dissatisfied
If the best of times only last
In a second come io pass
Where you wanna go cuz I will follow?
What you can't stomach, I will swallow.
Dissatisfied, dissatisfied, dissatisfied. Its alright, alright
Don't worry everything's gonna be alright
Its alright
Don't worry everything's gonna be alright, alright, alright Dissatisfied
Another reckless holiday
Another brain cell floats away
I've had enough, please wake me up ---if I'm dreaming
Another never-ending night
Another long and sleepless life
I've had enough, please wake me up -if I'm dreaming
Twenty more days since we've been gone, and I'm so sick of Twenty more nights I've spent alone, and I'm so sick of Twenty more days 'till I get home, and I'm so sick of being here

song performed by Zebrahead
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The Rosciad

Unknowing and unknown, the hardy Muse
Boldly defies all mean and partial views;
With honest freedom plays the critic's part,
And praises, as she censures, from the heart.

Roscius deceased, each high aspiring player
Push'd all his interest for the vacant chair.
The buskin'd heroes of the mimic stage
No longer whine in love, and rant in rage;
The monarch quits his throne, and condescends
Humbly to court the favour of his friends;
For pity's sake tells undeserved mishaps,
And, their applause to gain, recounts his claps.
Thus the victorious chiefs of ancient Rome,
To win the mob, a suppliant's form assume;
In pompous strain fight o'er the extinguish'd war,
And show where honour bled in every scar.
But though bare merit might in Rome appear
The strongest plea for favour, 'tis not here;
We form our judgment in another way;
And they will best succeed, who best can pay:
Those who would gain the votes of British tribes,
Must add to force of merit, force of bribes.
What can an actor give? In every age
Cash hath been rudely banish'd from the stage;
Monarchs themselves, to grief of every player,
Appear as often as their image there:
They can't, like candidate for other seat,
Pour seas of wine, and mountains raise of meat.
Wine! they could bribe you with the world as soon,
And of 'Roast Beef,' they only know the tune:
But what they have they give; could Clive do more,
Though for each million he had brought home four?
Shuter keeps open house at Southwark fair,
And hopes the friends of humour will be there;
In Smithfield, Yates prepares the rival treat
For those who laughter love, instead of meat;
Foote, at Old House,--for even Foote will be,
In self-conceit, an actor,--bribes with tea;
Which Wilkinson at second-hand receives,
And at the New, pours water on the leaves.
The town divided, each runs several ways,
As passion, humour, interest, party sways.
Things of no moment, colour of the hair,
Shape of a leg, complexion brown or fair,
A dress well chosen, or a patch misplaced,
Conciliate favour, or create distaste.
From galleries loud peals of laughter roll,
And thunder Shuter's praises; he's so droll.
Embox'd, the ladies must have something smart,

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poem by Charles Churchill
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Actor Of Love

Hold on
I have found something I longing for
To fill the hollowness of my heart
But why I'm feeling more of sorrow

Before
I am the one who said: 'Oh, I'll control'
But now I realize you are my world
And it's waiting to break apart

I'm an actor of love
I'm trying to perfect
But I'm just fooling around

I'm an actor of love
I want to be your hero
But I've made myself a clown

I'm an actor of love
I need you by my side
But now you leave me alone

I'm an actor of love
I beg your forgiveness
But you refuse me so cold

Sometimes
We wonder why we should be together
Do we really dream of love forever?
Or we afraid to be alone

I'm an actor of love
I want to protect you
But I always hurt you bad

I'm an actor of love
I want to be your shield
But may turn someone you hate

I'm an actor of love
We kiss in the morning
But in night we have a war

I'm an actor of love
We care for each other
But we only circle round

If this love only makes me crazy
Take the story and just let it be
Tragedy or comedy

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poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Cryin Through The Night

Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and I dont know why
Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and Im so dissatisfied
cause Ive been cryin through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin through the night
Hear me cryin through the night
I am lonely, downhearted and sad
cause Ive lost the best woman that I ever had
To a fiend of mine
Just cant figure out how it could be
That somebody like him could take her away from me
And its on my mind
Nearly all the time
Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and I dont know why
Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and Im so dissatisfied
cause Ive been cryin through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin through the night
Hear me cryin through the night
Now I know just how best friends can be
cause he made sure you knew your best was with me
And its on my mind
Heres a lesson much greater than wealth
Keep your business to you, yourself and no one else
And your smiling eyes
Wont be cryin like mine
Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and I dont know why
Yes I am cryin
I got the blues and Im so dissatisfied
cause Ive been cryin through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin through the night
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Im weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin through the night
Oh, oh, yeah
Hear me cryin, cryin, Im cryin, cryin
Im cryin baby, cryin baby, yeah
Even a fool can tell

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song performed by Stevie Wonder
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Behind the Scenes

The actor struts his little hour,
Between the limelight and the band;
The public feel the actor's power,
Yet nothing do they understand
Of all the touches here and there
That make or mar the actor's part,
They never see, beneath the glare,
The artist striving after art.
To them it seems a labour slight
Where nought of study intervenes;
You see it in another light
When once you've been behind the scenes.

For though the actor at his best
Is, like a poet, born not made,
He still must study with a zest
And practise hard to learn his trade.
So, whether on the actor's form
The stately robes of Hamlet sit,
Or as Macbeth he rave and storm,
Or plays burlesque to please the pit,

'Tis each and all a work of art,
That constant care and practice means --
The actor who creates a part
Has done his work behind the scenes.

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Roseability

Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Rose, ability. There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They dont teach you what you dont already know
Youve always been, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
(I know that thats not enough now)
Rose, ability.
There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They cant teach you what you dont already know
Youre always be, dissatisfied
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
Gertrude Stein said Thats enough
(I know that thats not enough now)
Rose, ability.
There is no roseability
Youve got off with too much now
Youre getting off with too much now
Stop looking through scrapbooks and photograph albums
Because I know
They wont teach you what you dont already know
Youre always be, dissatisfied

song performed by Idlewild
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Crying Through The Night

Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I don't know why
Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I'm so dissatisfied
'Cause I've been cryin' through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin' through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin' through the night
Hear me cryin' through the night
I am lonely, downhearted and sad
'Cause I've lost the best woman that I ever had
To a fiend of mine
Just can't figure out how it could be
That somebody like him could take her away from me
And it's on my mind
Nearly all the time
Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I don't know why
Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I'm so dissatisfied
'Cause I've been cryin' through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin' through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin' through the night
Hear me cryin' through the night
Now I know just how best friends can be
'Cause he made sure you knew your best was with me
And it's on my mind
Here's a lesson much greater than wealth
Keep your business to you, yourself and no one else
And your smiling eyes
Won't be cryin' like mine
Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I don't know why
Yes I am cryin'
I got the blues and I'm so dissatisfied
'Cause I've been cryin' through the night
Tears on my pillow
And I have been cryin' through the night
Weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin' through the night
Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh
I'm weeping like a weeping pillow
From cryin' through the night
Oh, Oh, yeah
Hear me cryin', cryin', Ic1

song performed by Stevie Wonder
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An actor is an actor is an actor. The less personality an actor has off stage the better. A blank canvas on which to draw the characters he plays.

quote by Arthur Lowe
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My dad had been an actor... not only had my dad been an actor, but his dad had been an actor, and my great-grandfather had been an actor. And who knows before then?

quote by David Hyde Pierce
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My Cat

Cool cat
Good cat
Pussy cat

When I see him walking
Makes no sense to me
My cat is everywhere
We watch him on TV

My cat is amazing
He can play the guitar
He may not be an actor
But he's a pussy superstar

My cat
Cool cat

My cat is everywhere
Sees what he can see
He may not be an actor
He acts atrociously

My cat is amazing
He can play the guitar
He may not be an actor
But he's a pussy superstar

My cat isn't crazy
He's everything to me
My cat burns the bible
And he thinks it's so funny

He isn't very good
He isn't very smart
He may not be Picasso
But he is a work of art

Hates me as much as I hate you

My cat
Cool cat
Good cat
Pussy cat

When I see him walking
Makes no sense to me
My cat is everywhere
We watch him on TV

My cat is amazing

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song performed by Jack Off Jill from Sexless Demons And Scars
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The Haughty Actor

AN actor - GIBBS, of Drury Lane -
Of very decent station,
Once happened in a part to gain
Excessive approbation:
It sometimes turns a fellow's brain
And makes him singularly vain
When he believes that he receives
Tremendous approbation.

His great success half drove him mad,
But no one seemed to mind him;
Well, in another piece he had
Another part assigned him.
This part was smaller, by a bit,
Than that in which he made a hit.
So, much ill-used, he straight refused
To play the part assigned him.

THAT NIGHT THAT ACTOR SLEPT, AND I'LL ATTEMPT
TO TELL YOU OF THE VIVID DREAM HE DREAMT.

THE DREAM.

In fighting with a robber band
(A thing he loved sincerely)
A sword struck GIBBS upon the hand,
And wounded it severely.
At first he didn't heed it much,
He thought it was a simple touch,
But soon he found the weapon's bound
Had wounded him severely.

To Surgeon COBB he made a trip,
Who'd just effected featly
An amputation at the hip
Particularly neatly.
A rising man was Surgeon COBB
But this extremely ticklish job
He had achieved (as he believed)
Particularly neatly.

The actor rang the surgeon's bell.
"Observe my wounded finger,
Be good enough to strap it well,
And prithee do not linger.
That I, dear sir, may fill again

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poem by William Schwenck Gilbert
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It is better to be a dissatisfied human than a satisfied pig. Better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied. And if the fool or the pig are of different opinion, it is because they only know their side of the story.

classic quote by John Stuart Mill
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It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied; better to be Socrates dissatisfied than a fool satisfied.

John Stuart Mill in Utilitarianism, What Utilitarianism Is (1861)
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You & Me Of The 10,000 Wars

You and me of the 10,000 wars
Dividing life into factions of pleasure and chores
A bed to be made and a bed to lie in
A hand in the darker side
And our sights set on zion
The heart of a skeptic and the mind of a child
Put my life in a box and let my imagination run wild
Pour the cement for my feet
The heart and the mind on a parallel course
Never the two shall meet
And oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie
Still you held your arms open
For the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still waters
Try making one and one make one
Twist the shapes until everything comes undone
Watch the wizard behind the curtain
The larger than life and the power of seeming certain
The evil ego and the vice of pride
Is there ever anything else that makes us take our different sides
I wanted everything to feed me
About as full as I got was of myself
And the upper echalons of mediocrity
And oh the dissatisfied with the satisfied
Everybody loves a melodrama and the scandal of a lie
Still you held your arms open
For the prodigal daughter
I see my eyes in your eyes through my eyes
Still waters
Still waters
After the battles and were still around
Everything once up in the air has settled down
Sweep the ashes let the silence find us
A moment of peace is worth every war behind us
You and me of the 10,000 wars

song performed by Indigo Girls
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Bloodstain

Alice temple :
They say if you took it all away
This love would fall apart
I say, no way
You dont know the size of my heart.
Vicious, suspicious
It doesnt matter what I say
Users and losers
Theres nothing here to make me stay.
Bloodstain on a blue vein
Take it with no shame
Love tracks on a loose train
Bloodstain
No gain with no pain
My scars are deeper than you think
Tie me, try me
One more time before I sink.
Big lies, big times
This love is not what were about
Its too late, and Im too straight
Its time to blow this fire out.
Bloodstain on a blue vein
Take it with no shame
Love tracks on a loose train
Bloodstain on a blue vein
Take me softly
Im going crazy for your touch.
Bloodstain on a blue vein
(blue....blood, blue....blood, blue...blood)
Take it with no shame
(no...take, no...take, no...take)
Be be k roche sample :
Im alone
And dissatisfied
And someone else is alone
And dissatisfied
Blade runner sample :
You are alone?

song performed by Unkle
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One O'Clock in the Morning

At last! I am alone! Nothing can be heard but the rumbling of a few belated and weary cabs. For a few hours at least silence will be ours, if not sleep. At last! The tyranny of the human face has disappeared, and now there will be no one but myself to make me suffer.

At last! I am allowed to relax in a bath of darkness! First a double turn of the key in the lock. This turn of the key will, it seems to me, increase my solitude and strengthen the barricades that, for the moment, separate me from the world.

Horrible life! Horrible city! Let us glance back over the events of the day: saw several writers, one of them asking me if you could go to Russia by land (he thought Russia was an island, I suppose); disagreed liberally with the editor of a review who to all my objections kept saying: "Here we are on the side of respectability," implying that all the other periodicals were run by rascals; bowed to twenty or more persons of whom fifteen were unknown to me; distributed hand shakes in about the same proportion without having first taken the precaution of buying gloves; to kill time during a shower, dropped in on a dance who asked me to design her a costume of Venustre; went to pay court to a theatrical director who in dismissing me said; "Perhaps you would do well to see Z....; he is the dullest, stupidest and most celebrated of our authors; with him you might get somewhere. Consult him and then we'll see": boasted (why?) of several ugly things I never did, and cravenly denied some other misdeeds that I had accomplished with the greatest delight; offense of fanfaronnade, crime against human dignity; refused a slight favor to a friend and gave a written recommendation to a perfect rogue; Lord! let's hope that's all!

Dissatisfied with everything, dissatisfied with myself, I long to redeem myself and to restore my pride in the silence and solitude of the night. Souls of those whom I have loved, souls of those whom I have sung, strengthen me, sustain me, keep me from the vanities of the world and its contaminating fumes; and You, dear God! grant me grace to produce a few beautiful verses to prove to myself that I am not the lowest of men, that I am not inferior to those whom I despise.

poem by Charles Baudelaire
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Insurrections

I saw God. Do you doubt it?
Do you dare to doubt it?
I saw the Almighty Man. His hand
Was resting on a mountain, and
He looked upon the World and all about it:
I saw Him plainer than you see me now,
You mustn't doubt it.
He was not satisfied;
His look was all dissatisfied.
His beard swung on a wind far out of sight
Behind the world's curve, and there was light
Most fearful from His forehead, and He sighed,
'That star went always wrong, and from the start
I was dissatisfied.'
He lifted up His hand-
I say He heaved a dreadful hand
Over the spinning Earth, then I said 'Stay,
You must not strike it, God; I'm in the way;
And I will never move from where I stand.'
He said, 'Dear child, I feared that you were dead,'
And stayed His hand.

poem by James Stephens
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A Thing Of The Past And Obsolete

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
Those who chose to participate,
In blatant corruption and greed...
Have waited too late.

And their needs by those they've made elite...
Have been ignored.
And today those they've trusted,
Consider them and their values mistreated...
A thing of the past and obsolete.

There are those dissatisfied,
With current government policies.
And wish to take it upon themselves,
To return to wholesome qualities.

But guess what?
The time for them to wake up...
Has gone.
Just like the humming,
Of a favorite song once sung.
Never again in these times to belong...
To anyone with wishes to hear or sing,
Those old songs sung with heartfelt reminiscing.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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In Her Dark Citadel (Revised)

I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
her employees are irksome self-motivated prigs
dissatisfied as their central value, the ethic of
the hard-working Calvinist, showing a lack of
ambition; is trampled beneath Madame's feet as
only dishonesty pays, she is ashamed of her
underlings; she says

Madame Pompadour shows grand ambition by
sneering at work ethics and showing utter
disdain for everyone except her own arrogant
self, she spreads the bitterness eating away
at her soul by destroying work enjoyment, re-
lationships and processes, she thrives
on discontent

She detests the culture of her underlings, their
behaviors, attitudes, assumptions, beliefs; it's
an affront contravening her ideal of sharing un-
happiness equally; she stamps on undue diligence,
the unspoken, unwritten rules followed by those
coming in early, leaving late, making every
due date

She counteracts them by staying home, not
being on time, shouting at clients and service
providers alike, playing cards at work; this is
her way to fulfill ambitions her behaviour
proclaims, belittling everyone without rank
or status to fight injustice when she rates
them badly or refuses permission to leave

She runs her world to her satisfaction, no ethic
or moral principle is brooked in her reign of
terror, making a stand Voldemort would envy,
a representative of Nietsche's Ubermensch,
hooray for Madame La Pompadour - supreme
in her dark citadel!

[ORIGINAL]

I am so glad to be led by Madame Pompadour,
she says her employees are irksome by being
self-motivated prigs who are dissatisfied as
their value of a hard-working Calvinist ethic,
shows a lack of ambition in a world where
only dishonesty pays, she is ashamed of
her underlings, she says

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poem by Margaret Alice Second
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