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The brewery is the best drugstore.

Traditional proverbs
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The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway

Keep your fingers out of my eye.
While I write I like to glance at the butterflies in glass that are all around the walls. the people in memory are pinned to events I cant recall too well, but Im putting one down to watch him
K up, decompose and feed another sort of life. the one in question is all fully biodegradable material and categorised as rael. rael hates me, I like rael, - yes, even ostriches have feelings,
Our relationship is something both of us are learning to live with. rael likes a good time, I like a good rhyme, but you wont see me directly anymore - he hates my being around. so if his story
Nt stand, I might lend a hand, you understand? (ie. the rhyme is planned, dummies).
The flickering needle jumps into red. new york crawls out of its bed.
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
Early morning manhattan,
Ocean winds blow on the land.
The weary guests are asked to leave the warmth of the all-night theater, having slept on pictures others only dream on.
Movie-palace is now undone,
The all-night watchmen have had their fun.
Sleeping cheaply on the midnight show,
Its the same old ending - time to go.
Get out!
It seems they cannot leave their dream.
The un-paid extras disturb the sleeping broadway. walk to the left dont walk to the right: on broadway, directions dont look so bright. autoghosts keep the pace for the cabmans early mobile r
Theres something moving in the sidewalk steam,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
Nightimes flyers feel their pains.
Drugstore take down the chains.
Metal motion comes in bursts,
The gas station can quench that thirst.
Suspension cracked on unmade road
The truckers eyes read overload
Enough of this - our hero is moving up the subway stairs into day- light. beneath his leather jacket he holds a spray gun which has left the message r-a-e-l in big letters on the wall leading un
Ound. it may not mean much to you but to rael it is part of the process going towards making a name for yourself. when youre not even a pure-bred puerto rican the going gets tough and the tou
Ts going.
And out on the subway,
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Exits into daylight, spraygun hid,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
With casual sideways glances along the wet street, he checks the motion in the steam to look for potential obstruction. seeing none, he strides along the sidewalk, past the drugstore with iron g
Being removed to reveal the smile of the toothpaste girl, past the nightladies and past patrolman frank leonowich (48, married, two kids) who stands in the doorway of the wig-store. patrolman le
Ch looks at rael in much the same way that other patrolmen look at him, and rael only just hides that he is hiding something. meanwhile from out of the steam a lamb lies down. this lamb has noth
Hatsoever to do with rael, or any other lamb - it just lies down on broadway.
The lamb seems right out of place,
Yet the broadway street scene finds a focus in its face.
Somehow its lying there,
Brings a stillness to the air.
Though man-made light, at night is very bright,
Theres no whitewash victim,
As the neons dim, to the coat of white.
Rael imperial aerosol kid
Wipes his gun - hes forgotten what he did,
And the lamb lies down on broadway.
Suzanne tired her work all done,
Thinks money - honey - be on - neon.
Cabmans velvet glove sounds the horn
And the sawdust king spits out his scorn.

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song performed by Genesis
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The Rolling People

I got one more life
I got one more life
Can you see it wasting away?
Can you see it wasting away?
But I got a plan
But I got a plan
Do you understand?
Do you understand?
The drugstore wife
I was dealing soul and other white
The drugstore wife
I wont shake your hands
I was dealing soul and other white
cause death has no plans
I wont shake your hands
cause death has no plans
But here we are the rolling people
Cant stay for long
We gotta go
But here we are the rolling people
So come alive with the rolling poeple
Cant stay for long
Dont ask why
We gotta go
We just know
Im on a big jet plane
So come alive with the rolling poeple
With my babys crime in my veins
Dont ask why
Ill be the first to toast
We just know
To my rowdy soul
But here we are the rolling people
Im on a big jet plane
Dont ask why
With my babys crime in my veins
We dont know
Ill be the first to toast
To my rowdy soul
So come alive with the rolling people
Dont ask why
We just go now
But here we are the rolling people
Yeah
Dont ask why
We dont know
Dont even know which way Im going to
The lights are on and I am feeling blue
I hope you know which way Im going to fly
So come alive with the rolling people

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song performed by Verve
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Marriage is based on the theory that when man discovers a brand of beer exactly to his taste he should at once throw up his job and go work in the brewery.

quote by George Jean Nathan
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In recent years, breweries and brew pubs have flourished across the Nation. And, as the Representative from Oregon's fourth district, I have enjoyed seeing the diversity that craft brewery has fueled across the Nation.

quote by Peter DeFazio
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Pisces Fish

Rowers gliding on the river
Canadian geese crap along the bank
Back wheel of my bike begins to quiver
The chain is wrapped around the crank
Old ladies, who must be doggie training
Walking, throwing balls, chasing all the sheep
While the farmer stands around, and hes complaining
His mad cows are being put to sleep
Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
Smoke signals from the brewery
Like someone in there found the latest Pope
In a vat of beer that keeps pumping out with fury
While the church bell ringers trangled in his rope
But theres a temple on an island
I think of all the Gods and what they feel
You can only find them in the deepest silence
Ive got to get off of this big wheel
Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
And Ill be swimming until I can find those waters
Thats the one unbounded ocean of bliss
Thats flowing through your parents, sons and daughters
But still an easy thing for us to miss
Blades go skimming through the water
I hear the coxon shouting his instructions about
With this crew oh, it could be a tall order
Have we time to sort all these things out ?
Sometimes my life it feels like fiction
Some of the days its really quite serene
Im a living proof of all lifes contradictions
One halfs going where the other halfs just been
And Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul
Im a Pisces fish and the river runs through my soul

song performed by George Harrison
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Milwaukee Here I Come

Im gonna get on that old turnpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most them opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
Milwaukee is where we were before we came here
Working in a brewery making the finest beer
You came to me on a payday night said lets go to tennessee
So we drove to nashville to the grand ole opry
Im gonna get on that old turpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most those opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
We were watching tv ernest tubb was singing loud
I said thats the man for me I love him, theres no doubt
Im leaving you and going now to find out where hes at
If I cant get him Ill settle for that bluegrass lester flatt.
Im gonna get on that old turnpike and Im gonna ride
Im gonna leave this town til you decide
Which one you want the most
Me or jerry lee
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee
Milwaukee here I come from nashville, tennessee

song performed by John Prine
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Milwaukee Here I Come (feat. Melba Montgomery)

I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most them Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
Milwaukee is where we were before we came here
Working in a brewery making the finest beer
You came to me on a payday night said let's go to Tennessee
So we drove to Nashville to the Grand Ole Opry
I'm gonna get on that old turpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most those Opry stars or me
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
We were watching TV Ernest Tubb was singing loud
I said that's the man for me I love him, there's no doubt
I'm leaving you and going now to find out where he's at
If I can't get him I'll settle for that bluegrass Lester Flatt.
I'm gonna get on that old turnpike and I'm gonna ride
I'm gonna leave this town 'til you decide
Which one you want the most
Me or Jerry Lee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee
Milwaukee here I come from Nashville, Tennessee

song performed by John Prine
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Whiskey Drinkin Woman

Close up the bar you know the gates of the brewery
Shes out there every night
And she sure aint drinkin tea
I love that woman, shes the best one that I had
But shes got this habit now and it sure is gettin bad
Chorus:
That whiskey drinkin woman
Is makin a poor man out of me
Shes got bottles in the kitchen
Even got them in my bed
Most times I see her now
Shes three parts out of her head
Dont know where I went wrong
I sure try to treat her right
But it sure upsets me
Seein her juiced up every night.
Chorus:
Lead:
Got to solve this problem
Wont you help me find the key
The way that things are going
Ill have to buy the distillery
She just stands there smilin
With a whiskey in each hand
Got to think of something
Dont know how much I can stand
Chorus:
Got to get myself together, start workin something out
Maybe if I tried some booze, Id know what its about
I love that woman, shes the best one that I had
But shes got this problem now
And it sure is gettin bad.
Chorus:
Lead:
(copyright 1975 nazareth)\
(published by bienstock publishing co.)
All rights reserved.
Copyright 1975 a&m records, inc.

song performed by Nazareth
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Politically Incorrect Poem 3

The latest European edict from Brussels
commands that horses
must have a passport, with photo...
(our local brewery
still used them for local deliveries -
accountants proved them cheaper;
and of course, great publicity)

How many horses
can you get in one
photo-booth?

And they'll need quite a few more
shit-hot
passport inspectors

so watch that arab stallion
strolling so casually
onto the cross-Channel ferry -
might he....?

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Martian Gothic

the time when water cannot be seen
the time when our shadow lays eggs
on the cozy bed of the barrel

how i love the gelatinous pipes!
each shiny heart forgets my will

six round clouds above the brewery...
on the far quicksand beaches
yellowish-black guns lost their voice

silence was never so green!

(6 July 2008)

poem by Selenaru Negrea
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Leaving Here

Hey, fellas, have you heard the news,
Ive been away so long
Yeah, the women in this town have been misused,
Wonder where I went wrong
Yeah, I seen it all in my dreams last night,
Spent my last years in a cell
Girls leaving this town cause you dont treat em right.
Never ever go away again
Oh, take a train (take a train), fly by plane (fly by plane),
Ive been so sad and lonely
Yeah, gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired).
Never ever ever gonna go away again
All you fellas better change your ways,
Its a waste of time doing time
Yeah, leaving this town in a matter of days,
When you dindt commit a crime
Girls are good, you better treat em true,
It wasnt me it was my brother bill
I seen fellas running around with someone new.
And Id have to tell never gonna speak to bill again
Hes made me sad and lonely
Gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired),
Never ever gonna speak to brother bill again
Yeah, leavin here (leavin here), leavin here (leavin here),
I said leavin here, yeah yeah yeah, dont want to leave all here,
It was no use, they put my brother on the jury
Be a while, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah.
He bribed the others cause he owns the local brewery
They let me out today
The love of a women is a wonderful thing (oh yeah),
Brother bills gonna pay
Yeah, the way you treat em is a crying shame (oh yeah),
No ones ever gonna speak to bill again
I tell you, fella, yeah, it wont be long (oh yeah),
Never ever gonna speak to bill again
Yeah, before these women they all have gone (oh yeah).
Hell be too cold and bony
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, gettin tired (gettin tired), sick and tired (sick and tired),
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, take a train (take a train), fly by plane (fly by plane),
Never ever gonna go away again
Yeah, gonna leavin here, yeah leavin here,
Yeah, leavin here, ya gonna leave all here now,
Baby baby baby, please dont leave here.

song performed by Who
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Ive Been Away

Ive been away so long
Wonder where I went wrong
Spent my last years in a cell
Never ever go away again
Ive been so sad and lonely
Never ever ever gonna go away again
Its a waste of time doing time
When you dindt commit a crime
It wasnt me it was my brother bill
And Id have to tell never gonna speak to bill again
Hes made me sad and lonely
Never ever gonna speak to brother bill again
It was no use, they put my brother on the jury
He bribed the others cause he owns the local brewery
They let me out today
Brother bills gonna pay
No ones ever gonna speak to bill again
Never ever gonna speak to bill again
Hell be too cold and bony
Never ever gonna go away again
Never ever gonna go away again
Never ever gonna go away again

song performed by Who
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From The Heart

I come from a place where they'l kill for nothin
terrorists found on the road next to me
the big bad wolfs huffin and puffin
but they'l blow ya house down
no warning, your not looking
that's why ignorance is forbidden
they'l take the life you've been given
we had toy guns to play with, as kids
but heard real ones fired, we did, found bullets
made memories that'l stay with
us forever
hope is that things will get better
write rhymes not just for an audience to applaud
I mean don't we all
wanna buy our mums mansions abroad?
dress sharp, make the cut like a sword
two hour talk shows, get an award
live so fast we never stop and pause
see the truth
people get away with rape in these laws
on the news
there's too many deaths from these wars
single mums working double shifts
to pretend to be their child's Santa clause
as soon as you make a few tracks
they wanna notice your flaws
encourage you to fail
so you end up being a dog
going round in circles
chasing your own tail
the story isn't always a happy ever after
a girl I know has hidden pain behind her laughter
its not always rags to riches
we live in a world that is run by (you know)
they bottle it up like beer in a brewery
I tell them don't say it about me, say it to me
you knew the old me but never the new me
she doesn't respect herself that's why he doesn't love her
if you go fishing for prostitutes
all your gonna catch is a disease like salmonella if (you know) her
cause at the other end of your rod is a hooker
she told me stuff got heated like a cooker
he was abusing her in more ways than one
she said that even though them days are gone
he still lives in the home her mother lives
they say shes seeking attention no one gives
the truth is, if you hide there's more ways to seek
and the truth is, the memories, they never leave
we live on through what we want and what we need
lets plant these words like they are seeds

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poem by Daniel McCann
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The Brewer's Dog

The brewer's dog is abroad, boys,
Be careful where you stray,
His teeth are coated with poison,
And he's on the watch for prey.
The brewery is his kennel,
But he lurks on every hand,
And he seeks for easy victims
The children of the land.

His eyes gleam through the windows
Of the gay saloon at night,
And in many a first-class 'drug-store'
He is hiding out of sight.
Be careful where you enter,
And, if you smell his breath,
Flee as you would from a viper,
For its fumes are the fumes of death.

O boys! would you kill the bloodhound?
Would you slay the snarling whelp?
I know that you can do it
If every one will help.
You must make a solemn promise
To drink no ale or beer,
And soon the feeble death-wail
Of the brewer's dog we'll hear.
For, if all keep the promise,
You can starve him out, I know;
But, if boys and men keep drinking,
The dog will thrive and grow.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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A Drought Idyll

It was the middle of the drought; the ground was hot and bare,
You might search for grass with a microscope, but nary grass was there;
The hay was done, the cornstalks gone, the trees were dying fast,
The sun o'erhead was a curse in read and the wind was a furnace blast;
The waterholes were sun-baked mud, the drays stood thick as bees
Around the well, a mile away, amid the ringbarked trees.

McGinty left his pumpkin-pie and gazed upon the scene:
His cows stood propped 'gainst tree and fence wherever they could lean;
The horse he'd fixed with sapling forks had fallen down once more;
The fleas were hopping joyfully on stockyard, path, and floor;
The flies in thousands buzzed about before his waving hand;
The hungry pigs squealed as he said, 'Me own, me native land!'

'Queensland, me Mother! Ain't yer well?' he asked. 'Come tell me how's -'
'Dry up! Dry up!' yelled Mrs Mac, 'Go out and feed the cows.'
'But where's the feed?' McGinty cried, 'The sugarcane's all done -
It wasn't worth the bally freight we paid for it per ton.
I'll get me little axe and go with Possum and the mare
For 'arf a ton of apple-tree or a load of prickly-pear.'

'The prickly-pear'll kill the cows unless yer bile it right,'
Cried Mrs Mac, 'and I don't mean to bile it all the night.
They tell me fer a bob a bag the brewery will sell
Their refuse stuff, like Simpson 'ad - his cows is doin' well.
Yer get the loan of Bampston's dray and borrer Freeny's nags,
And fetch along a decent load, McGinty - thirty bags.

McGinty borrowed Bampston's dray and hitched up Freeney's nags
And drove like blazes into town and fetched back thirty bags.
The stuff was mellow, soft, and brown; and if you came too near
It shed around a lovely scent till the air seemed full of beer,
McGinty fetched each feedbox out and filled it to the brim,
Then lit his pipe and fell asleep. That was the style of him.

The cows, they lurched off fence and tree and staggered in to feed,
The horses tottered after them - old, feeble, and knock-kneed.
But when they smelt that sacred stuff in boxes on the ground
They smiled and neighed and lowed and twirled their hungry tails around.
You would have walked a hundred miles or more to see and hear
They way McGinty's stock attacked that stuff that smelt like beer…

'Wake up! Wake up! McGinty man! Wake up!' yelled Mrs Mac.
She held a broom and every word was followed by a whack.
McGinty had been dreaming hard that it was Judgement Day
And he was drafted with the goats and being driven away;
The Devil with a toasting fork was jabbing at his jaw,
He rose and yelled and fled outside - and this is what he saw:

The brindle cow, with spotted tail, was trying to climb a tree;

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poem by George Essex Evans
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Blunt Force

They told me to relax and it would be easy.
I tried to let the moment flow.

My vein, they said was small.
My body was a temple after all.

I loved my lovers and my haters,
As I was taught.

If I relax it will be easy,
My thoughts flew.

They went everywhere my mind ever went.
In a meadow and wood,
In a brewery and in my hood.

Please, I begged them, I am but human,
But with blunt force, I was but taught.

Taught to be evil and dark in the day.
Learned to do just what they say.

But I am proud and ambitious,
Living like a bright spot in their dark night.

Evil is good for the bad.
Good is the evil they never had.

poem by John Shea
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Day and Night

To mourn the death of yesterday is vile,
To see the day turn into night may see
Why roses have their quality so free
Of nature’s weeping and very aisle.
The death of day comes foremost to beguile,
As to beguile means always the genie
Has come to offer you his brewery,
A mix of wishes to be that servile.

To be that quick, a wish is granted right,
The night has spoken right and now justice,
The need for nights is huge, enlightenment!
The day dissolves to leave the wishful night,
A beautiful delight, quite enormous,
Due justly to my wish so imminent.

poem by Naveed Akram
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On the Breadline

In the baked dough of flour, water and yeast
they were chatting merrily while baking.
The robust baker listens; ' flour said' I was in a big field
and then after the crop they took me to a mill and they grind.
Water laughed and said' I don't know where I have come from? '.
Yeast said 'I was a fungus dear; not only in the bakery
in the brewery too a good demand for us.
I heard that they make bread, cake and so many varieties out of us.
Our price goes high everyday and a poor cannot afford.'
History says; Marie.Antoinette said to the poor
'if you cannot eat bread then why don't you try cake? '
And the following day they invaded the fortress Bastile.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Lonely Bone

The hollow bone stands alone
Amidst the clapping condor wings
Commiserating with the fallen plumes
Cascading sunwards to deny
The winds from their liberty
Whilst you traversed the leaking sun
And leave the deafening ruins

The bone bows to implore protection
Sullying in the graying sky
Where your remorseful faces
Was painted by the Eastern wind
Like a danseuse of passing time
You glanced, waved not your good bye
And left the vermillion bleeding
Trapped in the vineyard of memories
Until one day the vines would sprout
To touch the havens in your sky
Intoxicated from the brewery
Of your empty rues and bliss

But for now the bone remained alone
Whilst you depart with the sun
And the sky was ever higher
Whilst time was away and somewhere else.

poem by Norman Santos
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The Science Club

Hurrah for the Science Club!
Join it, ye fourth year men;
Join it, thou smooth-cheeked scrub,
Whose years scarce number ten

Join it, divines most grave;
Science, as all men know,
As a friend the Church may save,
But may damage her as a foe.

(And in any case it is well,
If attacking insidious doubt,
Or devoting H—- to H—-,
To know what you're talking about.)

Hurrah for the lang-nebbit word!
Hurrah for the erudite phrase,
That in Dura Den shall be heard,
That shall echo on Kinkell Braes!

Hurrah for the spoils of the links
(The golf-ball as well as the daisy)!
Hurrah for explosions and stinks
To set half the landladies crazy!

Hurrah for the fragments of boulders,
Surpassing in size and in weight,
To be carried home on the shoulders
And laid on the table in state!

Hurrah for the flying-machine
Long buried from sight in a cupboard,
With bones that would never have been
Desired of old Mother Hubbard!

Hurrah for the hazardous boat,
For the crabs (of all kinds) to be caught,
For the eggs on the surface that float,
And the lump-sucker curiously wrought!

Hurrah for the filling of tanks
In the shanty down by the shore,
For the Royal Society's thanks,
With Fellowships flying galore!

Hurrah for discourses on worms,
Where one listens and comes away
With a stock of bewildering terms,
And nothing whatever to pay!

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poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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