He plays well that wins.
French proverbs
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Authority Song
They like to get you in a compromising position
They like to get you there and smille in your face
They think, theyre so cute when they got you in that condition
Well I think, its a total disgrace
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
So I call up my preacher
I say: gimme strenght for round 5
He said: you dont need no strength, you need to grow up, son
I said: growing up leads to growing old and then to dying,
And dying to me dont sound like all that much fun
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
Oh no
Oh no
I fight authority, authority always wins
Chorus:
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I fight authority, authority always wins
I been doing it, since I was a young kid
Ive come out grinnin
I fight authority, authority always wins
song performed by John Mellencamp
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Pinball Wizard
Local lad:
Ever since I was a young boy,
Ive played the silver ball.
Ever since I was a young boy,
>from soho down to brighton
Ive played the silver ball.
I must have played them all.
]from soho down to brighton
But I aint seen nothing like him
I must have played them all.
In any amusement hall...
But I aint seen nothing like him
That deaf dumb and blind kid
In any amusement hall...
Sure plays a mean pin ball !
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !
He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
He stands like a statue,
Feeling all the bumpers
Becomes part of the machine.
Always playing clean.
Feeling all the bumpers
He plays by intuition,
Always playing clean.
The digit counters fall.
He plays by intuition,
That deaf dumb and blind kid
The digit counters fall.
Sure plays a mean pin ball !
That deaf dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pin ball !
Hes a pin ball wizard
There has got to be a twist.
Hes a pin ball wizard
A pin ball wizard,
There has got to be a twist.
Sgot such a supple wrist.
A pin ball wizard,
Sgot such a supple wrist.
how do you think he does it? I dont know!
What makes him so good?
how do you think he does it? I dont know!
What makes him so good?
He aint got no distractions
Cant hear those buzzers and bells,
He aint got no distractions
Dont see lights a flashin
Cant hear those buzzers and bells,
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song performed by Who
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Powersquad
Preparing for the masses who will fight a horror war
With a little bit of luck and a powerful attack
Gonna force the allied law
Spreading death and blood- terrorizing all the world
In a bloody kinda hope like a killer working dope
Living weapons- cold as ice
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Defending all their idols hard as the burning land
In the middle of the night in a darkest hiding hole
Living legends will be born
Preaching peace of love- emphasizing to be strong
Its another kind of fight for another holy right
Living peaceful in this world
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
We see them die- we see them cry
Pain and heartache- losses of lives
In their fearless hearts- theyre rising high
To just another world of eternity
Without a sign of fear in their face
They stand up in this serious race
Nothing to lose much to gain
Calling the shots in this game
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Forcing you to run
Powersquad rules- powersquad wins
Your life is in their hands
song performed by U. D. O.
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Hippodromania; Or, Whiffs From The Pipe
Part I
Visions in the Smoke
Rest, and be thankful! On the verge
Of the tall cliff rugged and grey,
But whose granite base the breakers surge,
And shiver their frothy spray,
Outstretched, I gaze on the eddying wreath
That gathers and flits away,
With the surf beneath, and between my teeth
The stem of the 'ancient clay'.
With the anodyne cloud on my listless eyes,
With its spell on my dreamy brain,
As I watch the circling vapours rise
From the brown bowl up to the sullen skies,
My vision becomes more plain,
Till a dim kaleidoscope succeeds
Through the smoke-rack drifting and veering,
Like ghostly riders on phantom steeds
To a shadowy goal careering.
In their own generation the wise may sneer,
They hold our sports in derision;
Perchance to sophist, or sage, or seer,
Were allotted a graver vision.
Yet if man, of all the Creator plann'd,
His noblest work is reckoned,
Of the works of His hand, by sea or by land,
The horse may at least rank second.
Did they quail, those steeds of the squadrons light,
Did they flinch from the battle's roar,
When they burst on the guns of the Muscovite,
By the echoing Black Sea shore?
On! on! to the cannon's mouth they stride,
With never a swerve nor a shy,
Oh! the minutes of yonder maddening ride,
Long years of pleasure outvie!
No slave, but a comrade staunch, in this,
Is the horse, for he takes his share,
Not in peril alone, but in feverish bliss,
And in longing to do and dare.
Where bullets whistle, and round shot whiz,
Hoofs trample, and blades flash bare,
God send me an ending as fair as his
Who died in his stirrups there!
The wind has slumbered throughout the day,
Now a fitful gust springs over the bay,
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War Of Man
The little creatures run in from the cold
Back to the nest just like the days of old
There in the safety of a mothers arms
The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
Ears ringin from the battle fire
The tired warrior aims a little higher
The black falcon or the little sparrow
The healing light or the flash of the barrel.
No one wins
Its a war of man,
No one wins
Its a war of man.
Silver mane flyin in the wind
Down through the planets on the run again
No one knows where theyre runnin to
But every kind is comin two by two.
Out on the delta where the hoofbeats pound
The daddys runnin on the frozen ground
Cant smell the poison as it follows him
Cant see the gas and machines, its a war of man.
No one wins
Its a war of man,
No one wins
Its a war of man.
The windows open and the little girl dreams
The skys her playground as she mounts her steed
Across the heavens to the other side
On wings of magic does the little girl ride.
The baby creatures run in from the cold
Back to the nest just like the days of old
There in the safety of a mothers arms
The warmth of ages, far away from harm again.
No one wins
Its a war of man,
No one wins
Its a war of man,
No one wins.
song performed by Neil Young
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Conspiracy Of One
Red over white
It's one last fatal scene
Brought on by someone unseen
Moving on their own
Bring on the night
And bring us all to our knees
All are gone and none agreed
One who acts alone
Nobody wins
Nobody hears us fall
Nobody wins
When it's done
Conspiracy of one
Bring on the night
And bring us all to our knees
All are gone and none agreed
One who acts alone
Red over white
It's one last fatal scene
Brought on by someone unseen
Moving on their own
(2x)
Nobody wins
Nobody hears us fall
Nobody wins
When it's done
Conspiracy of one
(guitar interlube)
(2x)
Nobody wins
Nobody hears us fall
Nobody wins
When it's done
Conspiracy of one
song performed by Offspring
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Big Ten Inch Record
Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chicks no sinch
When I wanna get her goin
Then I whip out my big ten inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
Now whip out your big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Ill cover her with kisses
And when were in a lovers clinch
She gets all excited
When she puts on my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
My gal dont go smokin
And liquor just makes her flinch
Seems she dont go for nothin
cept for my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
song performed by Aerosmith
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Still Waters Run Deep
I knew you did not have these lyrics, so here they are for you:
Still waters run deep
Just remember when we lie to each other
No one wins and losers weep
Reflections will show
This connection we can lean on each other
This is all we need to know
Now I admit Ive been a fool sometimes
I believe I may be losing you
Its now or never, we talk before a tear is shed
Under your spell and over my head
You took me in your arms, and you told me
We dont need to worry, but you
You never say youre sorry
Keep this love alive for us, its all I feel
How can we survive if we change what is real
Still waters run deep
Just remember when we lie to each other
No one wins and losers weep
Deception will show
Its a struggle when youre starved for affection
This is all we need to know
I see the angel and the devil in your heart
I confess, either one is my addiction
And where youre leading me
I dont have the will to fight
Out of the darkness and into the light
But living in your arms, I can take it
Please dont make me shiver
I know together we deliver
Let the gods decide who finds the sweetest thrill
Who can justify the truth?
I love you still
Still waters run deep
Just remember when we lie to each other
No one wins and losers weep
Deception will show
Its a struggle when youre starved for affection
This is all we need to know
Dont let him get too close to you
Youve got a stranger on your mind
The dream is free
I know Im only human if I cry
Or maybe we should kiss and say goodbye
Still waters run deep
Just remember when we lie to each other
No one wins and losers weep
Deception will show
Its a struggle when youre starved for affection
This is all we need to know
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song performed by Bee Gees
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My Classmates
my classmates/friends are different.see how.
Kevin is super funny and fun and also silly and cool is in percussion
Kelvin is funny and he writes songs but he doesn't want anyone to know
Jasmine E. is fun and cool.plays the clarinet
Jasmine H. is also a poet and fun and nice :) plays the flute (me too)
Justin is annoying, a drama queen (king) and he thinks he is the boss of everyone (not really my friend) plays the saxophone (but SOMETIMES nice)
Brando is funny, clownish, funny, fun, and silly.plays the trumpet
Josiah is super silly and funny (in a nice way) and silly. plays the trumpet
Steven is silly and plays the saxophone
Diareliz is fun funny (used to be in band but not anymore)
Christian is smart like Daniel and does not talk much
Marquis is silly and always falling down
Kim is smart and silly and speaks 3 languages including these: Vietnamese and English and gibberish
Aarin is funny and a good friend
DANIEL IS smart and funny
Courteney is fashionable and a safety patrol
Eric is funny and hilarious
Rosemary is fun and plays with your hair
William is well i don't know how to describe him
Kayden is funny and sometimes annoying
Linquell is super funny
see how my friends are different.they are different, different in a good way.
how about yours?
poem by Adriana Salomon
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Pinball Wizard
(pete townshend)
[tommy (1914-1984), various artists, 1972]
Ever since I was a young boy,
I played the silver ball;
From soho down to brighton
I must have played em all.
But I aint seen nothin like him
In any amusement hall
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
He stands like a statue,
Becomes part of the machine.
Feelin all the bumpers
Always playin clean.
Plays by intuition,
The digit counters fall.
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball!
Hes a pinball wizard
There has to be a twist,
A pinball wizard,
Got such a supple wrist.
How do you think he does it?
What makes him so good?
Aint got no distractions,
Cant hear those buzzes and bells,
Dont see lights aflashin
Plays by sense of smell.
Always gets a replay,
Never tilts at all
That deaf, dumb an blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
Even my usual table,
He can beat my best,
His disciples lead him in
And he just does the rest.
Hes got crazy flipper fingers,
Never seen him fall.
That deaf, dumb and blind kid
Sure plays a mean pinball.
song performed by Rod Stewart
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Ballade Of Old Plays
LA COUR.
When these Old Plays were new, the King,
Beside the Cardinal's chair,
Applauded, 'mid the courtly ring,
The verses of Moliere;
Point-lace was then the only wear,
Old Corneille came to woo,
And bright Du Parc was young and fair,
When these Old Plays were new!
LA COMEDIE.
How shrill the butcher's cat-calls ring,
How loud the lackeys swear!
Black pipe-bowls on the stage they fling,
At Brecourt, fuming there!
The Porter's stabbed! a Mousquetaire
Breaks in with noisy crew -
'Twas all a commonplace affair
When these Old Plays were new!
LA VILLE.
When these Old Plays were new! They bring
A host of phantoms rare:
Old jests that float, old jibes that sting,
Old faces peaked with care:
Menage's smirk, de Vise's stare,
The thefts of Jean Ribou,--
Ah, publishers were hard to bear
When these Old Plays were new.
ENVOY.
Ghosts, at your Poet's word ye dare
To break Death's dungeons through,
And frisk, as in that golden air,
When these Old Plays were new!
poem by Andrew Lang
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For Shrill The Piper Plays His Tune
When thoughts are idle wanderings
Words tumbled round and round
When feelings they turn inwardly
Still I hear the piper's sound.
When happiness is broken
And the Kings and Queens are gone
The piper's tune keeps playing
And I hear his victory song.
For even when awoken
From the sleepiness of time
There's a distant music playing
Heard clear within my mind
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
No-one has seen this piper man
And no-one has seen him play
But we all can hear his mournfulness
And fear for what he'll say
No folds of fathered cornfields
And no breaking of the bread
The piper's tune keeps playing
With his words as yet unsaid.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
That beckons every day
And when his tune is full played out
He carries us away.
We can all hear if we but try
The piper's song so sweet
The musings and meanderings
Of souls lost whole complete
No piper plays before we're born
Before we touch the earth
The piper's tunes they all begin
From the moment of our birth.
For shrill the piper plays his tune
Like happiness disease'd
And all the notes that he plays out
Are our moments ill at ease.
Not one of us pays him to play
Nor gives him any score
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poem by David Keig
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Its Too Late, He Wins
The days may come, the days may go
Like the dreams of love that we shared so long ago
Its the time, its the place to realize that I was wrong
Its too late, he wins and its there that you belong
Its there you will find all the love I couldnt give
While I live in regret, for as long as I may live
The years will pass but your memory will live on
Its too late, he wins and its there that you belong
Its there you will find all the love I couldnt give
Its there you will stay, for as long as you may live
Its the time, its the place to realize that I was wrong
Its too late, he wins and its there that you belong
Its too late, he wins and its there that you belong
song performed by Gordon Lightfoot
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Subterfuge
Holy Father drink the firewater
Preaching peace as you go to war
Politicians making brave decisions
Always got self interest at heart
We are to you just a drop in the ocean
Maybe that's true but it's only a notion
You integrate with friendly intrusion
We won't get fooled we have come to conclusion
chorus
Subterfuge deludes the views of you and me
We're confused but still we choose to disagree
Subterfuge consumes us but defiantly
We refuse to bow down to conformity
Evil mothers hiding under covers
Always near but just out of sight
Hey big brother - watch as we recover
'Cause we'll never give up the fight
And we say no!
Give us a name and you give us the power
Watch as we gather our strength by the hour
You think we're blind and weak in decision
But we see it all from peripheral vision
chorus
Somebody wins, somebody lose
Some call it subterfuge
Somebody wins, somebody lose
They fall to subterfuge
chorus
Somebody wins, somebody lose
Some call it subterfuge
Somebody wins, somebody lose
They fall to subterfuge
song performed by Judas Priest
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Oi To The World
Haji was a punk just like any other boy
And he never had no trouble till he started up his oi band
Safe in the garage or singing in the tub
Till haji went too far and he plugged in at the pub
twas a cold christmas eve when trevor and the skins
Popped in for a pint and to nick a back of crisps
Trevor liked the music but not the unity
He unwound hajis turban and he knocked him to his knees
If God came down on christmas day
I know exactly what hed say
Hed say oi to the punks and oi to the skins-
But oi to the world and everybody wins!
Haji was a bloody mess, he ran out through the crowd
He said well meet again we are bloody but not unbowed
Trevor called his bluff and told him where to meet
Christmas day on the roof down at 20 oxford street
If God came down on christmas day
I know exactly what hed say
Hed say oi to the punks and oi to the skins
But oi to the world and everybody wins!
On the roof with the nun chucks trevor broke a lot of bones
But haji had a sword like that guy in indiana jones
Police sirens wailing, a bloody dying man
Haji was alone and abandoned by his band
Trevor was there fading and still so full of hate
When the skins left him there and went down the fire escape
Oi! oi!
But then haji saw the north star shining more then ever
So he made a tourniquet from his turban saving trevor
They repelled down the roof with the rest of the turban
And went back to the pub where they bought each other bourbon
If God came down on christmas day
I know exactly what hed say
Hed say oi to the punks and oi to the skins-
But oi to the world and everybody wins!
If God came down on christmas day
I know exactly what hed say
Hed say oi to the punks and oi to the skins-
But oi to the world and everybody wins!
Oi! oi!
song performed by No Doubt
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Soccer–Passion Song
Soccer–Passion Song
Soccer in the evening;
Soccer in the morning;
Soccer in spring and fall.
Soccer in the raining;
Soccer in the snowing;
Soccer in winter and summer.
Soccer in between my feet,
where I walk;
Soccer in my heart and mind,
how I live;
Soccer my love and life.
Soccer I wake up and play;
Soccer I hold it to sleep;
Soccer my work and rest.
Soccer I sing a new song;
Soccer I dance the magic steps;
Soccer my tears and joy.
Soccer my Mom buys it for me to play;
Soccer my Dad brings me to the game;
Soccer my dear Love watches me to score.
Soccer I dribble and shoot;
Soccer I pass and fall;
Soccer my glory and downfall.
Soccer I strike to attack;
Soccer I tackle to defend;
Soccer my struggle and survival.
Soccer I receive the flags and the whistles;
Soccer I get the yellow and red card;
Soccer my moves and stop.
Soccer I meet my friends;
Soccer I make my enemies;
Soccer my conflict and peace.
Soccer I play and watch;
Soccer I watch but cannot play;
Soccer my dream and reality.
Soccer I learn the rights;
Soccer I confess the fouls;
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666 Third examples
666 third examples
666 Third examples
The gamer
in the middle of the warehouse sits the gamer he is paid in advance for several years of time advance he plays each game until the game ender button is revealed and then he cheats of course he wins all the games he plays them all day long never tiring never missing a pinball wizard he loves to play them all the lyrics to songs run into the words for my poem seems ok to hum a battle song he whistles in his little crucible cubicle we listened one day and it was dixie the next day it was the battle hymn of the republic he is confedarate one day the yankee spy the next he plays the games no one else will buy he plays them free online he pays us for the signal space the switch boxes gives him love and grace the number of his name the 666 replaces what he needs his body looks so thin but the gamer has no time to eat he must play and download games
the student slash writer
get it what a joke ahha
student/writer
the person has the curly que ball hair he sits and stares in space is paid but only for the one day at a time he sits and stares until he gets ideas from space and time then double spaces all the work has to be in black government ink they still dont like the computor generation homework some teachers still make them student/writers write the homework out by hand on old timey notebook paper three hole binding in the notebook is an actual plastic looking thing with folders pens holding ink and pencils with the number two allowed them the online look ups but not the cheating styles.
The pornographer sits near the end on the Cee ell the Ex ell is my inital investment included no exposure to the elements no censure or sensorchips allowed no filters of any kind let love rule the day on my watch is mickeys minnie mouse here is what his computor might say to him CLICK too many clicks and the more he clicks the more he wishes and wants he needs exhaust fumes in this small breathable space let go of the mouse you idiot while the pornographer still clicks too many clicks we turned off his moniter long ago to give his privacy a blessing from the 666 we do not care what he is looking at or doing there as long as we get paid the money to keep the overhead paid and all of us in online need there were three unpaid homeless users also here today. This warehouse needs to be more work done but all of us are still online and having fun with 666 work is the last option.
poem by Charles Hice
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The Golden Age
Long ere the Muse the strenuous chords had swept,
And the first lay as yet in silence slept,
A Time there was which since has stirred the lyre
To notes of wail and accents warm with fire;
Moved the soft Mantuan to his silvery strain,
And him who sobbed in pentametric pain;
To which the World, waxed desolate and old,
Fondly reverts, and calls the Age of Gold.
Then, without toil, by vale and mountain side,
Men found their few and simple wants supplied;
Plenty, like dew, dropped subtle from the air,
And Earth's fair gifts rose prodigal as prayer.
Love, with no charms except its own to lure,
Was swiftly answered by a love as pure.
No need for wealth; each glittering fruit and flower,
Each star, each streamlet, made the maiden's dower.
Far in the future lurked maternal throes,
And children blossomed painless as the rose.
No harrowing question `why,' no torturing `how,'
Bent the lithe frame or knit the youthful brow.
The growing mind had naught to seek or shun;
Like the plump fig it ripened in the sun.
From dawn to dark Man's life was steeped in joy,
And the gray sire was happy as the boy.
Nature with Man yet waged no troublous strife,
And Death was almost easier than Life.
Safe on its native mountains throve the oak,
Nor ever groaned 'neath greed's relentless stroke.
No fear of loss, no restlessness for more,
Drove the poor mariner from shore to shore.
No distant mines, by penury divined,
Made him the sport of fickle wave or wind.
Rich for secure, he checked each wish to roam,
And hugged the safe felicity of home.
Those days are long gone by; but who shall say
Why, like a dream, passed Saturn's Reign away?
Over its rise, its ruin, hangs a veil,
And naught remains except a Golden Tale.
Whether 'twas sin or hazard that dissolved
That happy scheme by kindly Gods evolved;
Whether Man fell by lucklessness or pride,-
Let jarring sects, and not the Muse, decide.
But when that cruel Fiat smote the earth,
Primeval Joy was poisoned at its birth.
In sorrow stole the infant from the womb,
The agëd crept in sorrow to the tomb.
The ground, so bounteous once, refused to bear
More than was wrung by sower, seed, and share.
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poem by Alfred Austin
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Baby Plays Around
Its not open to discussion anymore
Shes out again tonight and Im alone once more
Shes all I have worth waiting for
But baby plays around
And so it seems Ive always been the last to know
To hold on to that girl, I had to let her go
I wish to God I didnt love her so
cos baby plays around
I try to be strong hold on to my pride
She doesnt even know its wrong, how much I hurt inside
And heaven knows Ive tried
But baby plays around. just a plaything
Its hard to reconcile the facts Im facing
Its not open to discussion anymore
She walks those shiny streets
I walk the worn out floor
Shes all I have worth living for
Baby plays, baby plays around
song performed by Elvis Costello
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Twelve Bar Lil
Sweet Lilly Larnie
plays the blues away
she plays a three quarter strat
like B.B King plays Lucille
She plays the twelve bar blues
like nobody else can
she plays a blues lick so fast and quick
it makes you sick
She's twelve bar Lil
the three quarter strat Queen
you wouldn't believe
she's only three
For my Daughter Lilly, who's now four.
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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