Clinton had absolutely zero honeymoon, none whatsoever.
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Honeymoon In Beirut
I wake up every night (to the sound)
To the sound of breaking glass
Got troops in the bed
And tanks in the hall
I kidnapped and held for ransom (the one in me)
The one in me that you loved
We wait for the fall
And put emotional bullet holes in the wall
And we both, keep sending signals all is well
Wish you were here
Honeymoon in beirut
Although I keep on sending postcards
From heaven (tell me)
Why do I stay (I dont know)
Honeymoon in beirut
And we still keep pretending
Sixes are sevens (tell me)
Why cant we say
There is no honeymoon
This is no honeymoon, no
This is no honeymoon
There is no honeymoon, no
Honeymoon in beirut
There are no peace talks pending
No quarter given (theres just)
Blood on the bed, where there used to be love
Strategy and maneuvers (have replaced)
Any love that was here
We have dinner in silence
And bullets with beer
I dont know what you want (my defeat)
Or complete surrender
Or peace in our time
While in bed we draw the battle line
And we sit, out in the rain
Writing cards to friends back home
The weather is fine
Honeymoon in beirut
Although I keep on sending postcards
From heaven (tell me)
Why do I stay (I dont know)
Honeymoon in beirut
And we still keep pretending
Sixes are sevens (tell me)
Why cant we say
There is no honeymoon
This is no honeymoon, no
This is no honeymoon
There is no honeymoon, no
And we stand out in the rain
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song performed by Rick Springfield
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Hometown Honeymoon
Hey baby, won't you take my hand
And make me a happy man
I ain't rich but I found my fortune in you
Two jobs on the nighttime shift
I'm still left with an empty fist
But my heart is full and my love is true
We can still get married in the style of our friends and family
Gather all of them to celebrate while we slip out quietly
And have a hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon just me and you
Hometown honeymoon
Get out of church and up to your room
We'll have a hoe-down afternoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
We can sing and laugh out loud
Lifestyles of the poor but proud
Cuddle up on the porch and enjoy the view
We can't afford Niagara Falls
But there's a fountain by the old town hall
We'll make a wish by the light of a lover's moon
I'll get my Grandma's wedding ring
And my brother's Chevrolet
We can stay at your mama's house;
We don't have to go away
To have a hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
Instrumental
Your daddy's prize possession
I'll make a good impression
I'm gonna get his blessing
That's all we need
Hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom
We'll have a hometown honeymoon just me and you
Hometown Honeymoon
Get out of church and up to your room
We'll have a hoe-down afternoon
Dancing to the rhythm of love
Hometown honeymoon
Hometown honeymoon
Hometown honeymoon
Wildflowers and love is in bloom...
song performed by Alabama
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Absolutely Everybody
Absolutely everybody,
Everybody needs a little loving,
Everybody needs somebody thinking of them.
Everybody needs a little respect,
And whatever it takes,
Im gonna get it.
Everybody needs a hand to hold,
Someone to cling to
When the nights are getting cold.
Im no different,
I am just the same,
A player in the game.
Absolutely everybody,
Everybody, everybody.
Absolutely everybody
In the whole wide world.
Absolutely everybody,
Every boy and every girl,
Absolutely everybody.
Everybody needs a human touch.
I cant live without it,
It means too much to me.
Everybody needs one true friend,
Someone wholl be there til the very end.
And absolutely everybody breathes,
And everybody, everybody bleeds.
Were no different,
Were all the same,
Players in the game.
Absolutely, everybody,
Everybody, everybody.
Absolutely everybody
In the whole wide world.
Everybody breathes,
And everybody needs.
Absolutely everybody.
Absolutely everybody.
Every boy and girl,
Every woman and child.
Every father and son.
I said now everyone,
Yes now everyone.
Everybody needs a human touch.
Everybody, everybody needs love.
Im no different,
I am just the same,
A player in the game.
Absolutely everybody.
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The Honeymoon Song
One, two, three
Two, two, three
You know I love you baby
And I know you love me too
But the fun that day
Didnt start until
We left on our honeymoon
Stepped off the plane into a warm sunny day
Then we got leid together
The sun shines down on a lonely town
Where the fish all smile cause they know us
Our wedding day was warm and sunny
Our friends and family came from out of town
We said I do, then ate some food
And smiled til the sun went down
Well take the zodiac, the cadillac
Around the north shore and then well head back
The sea turtles come to greet us
So lets get loaded tonight
Well drink on the flight
Back home, the honeymoon is over
You know I love you baby
And I know you love me too
But the fun that day
Didnt start until
We left on our honeymoon
Were on our honeymoon
Were on our honeymoon
The fun that day
Didnt start until
We left on our honeymoon
song performed by Everclear
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Peace!
A dark parody of Edwin Starr's War
Meant as satire only!
Peace! Huh-Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Uh-huh
Peace! Huh-Yeah!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again y'all
Peace! Huh-Good God!
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Ohhh....Peace!
I despise
Because it means no innocent lives lost
Not one single one
Damn!
Peace means joy in thousands of mother's eyes
When their sons get to stay home
Don't have to fight our war
Staying alive
What the hell fun is that
If there's no war to watch on my tv tonight
I said-peace! Huh-Good God y'all
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
Peace! Whoa, Lord
What is it good for?
Absolutely nothing
Listen to me...
Peace! It ain't nothing but a party wrecker
Peace! It ain't no friend at all to this undertaker
Peace! It's an enemy to all in my line of work
The thought of peace makes me wanna take a gun and blow my brains way
Yeah! It does!
Peace has caused happiness in the younger generation
No induction
No destruction
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Lady Godivas Room
Words and music mick hucknall
before we go on the honeymoon is over...
Just because Ive never known your face
Dont look at me in the wrong way
To try and pick you out from all this space
The coldest room in the whole damn place
Chorus
Lady godivas room
The only place she ever played in tune
Lady godivas room
The only place she ever played her bells in
Ah this is madness
This is insane
Gloom
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
When I asked I was beside myself
Thought that marrige would turn out well
The love we have is still inside us
The dreams we had have left inside and died
In this holly and ivy age
The day we kissed on the mistletoe train
Chorus
Before we go on the honeymoon is over
Bofore we go on the honeymoon is over
Lady godiva the honeymoon is over
song performed by Simply Red
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What Is A Cigar?
Even Sigmund Freud
said that sometimes
a cigar is only a cigar.
Not a phallic symbolic
sensual sexual object.
Obviously President
U.S. of A. Clinton
did not graduate past
the phallic symbolism.
Has Clinton not got the Freudian
message down to political pat?
Cigar language is multicultural!
Lewd cigar games are probing
business psychology deeper than
Clinton with Monica Lewinsky!
During Oval Office Intimate Party Games!
Clinton smoked sexually used Lewinsky
cigars; with powerful Japanese businessmen?
Clinton knows a cigar. Is not
just a spent phallic symbol!
Representing a sexual object.
It is an extended aid; to established dominant!
For an ailing, impotent, spent hormonal politician?
Spent definitely. Impotent? Not by a long shot!
‘I did not have sexual relations with that woman! ’
The issue was pergury! He lied under oath!
Willfully and knowingly
stated a whopper falsehood under oath!
The BJ act itself was never unlawful
under the Constitutional Bill of Rights!
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
See also ‘Presidential Impeachment’.
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War
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War is something that I despise
For it means destruction of innocent lives
For it means tears in thousands of mothers eyes
When their sons go out to fight to give their lives
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War
Its nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
War is the enemy of all mankind
The thought of war blows my mind
Handed down from generation to generation
Induction destruction
Who wants to die
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
Say it again
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
War has shattered many young mens dreams
Made them disabled bitter and meanlife is too precious to be fighting wars
Each day
War cant give life it can only take it away
War
Its nothing but a heartbreaker
War
Friend only to the undertaker
Peace love and understanding
There must be some place for these things today
They say we must fight to keep our freedom
But lord theres gotta be a better way
Thats better than
War
War
What is it good for
Absolutely nothing
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song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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Did I Fool Ya?
when daddy sings
hes an auctioneer, auctioneer.
and mother clings to anniversaries.
and his sister, shes got a little bit of mister in her
and her brothers goin round, round, round his bed
and i said, and i say
I say, well believe what i say
i said, did i, did i, fool ya, fool ya
well didnt daddy fool ya?
he sang once and a goin twice
hes gone for 35 or 40
and he go, once and a goin twice
hes gone for 35... SOLD to the middle line.
they go once and a goin twice
and aint it nice?
and oh lord they made it up to 65
they go once and a goin twice
and aint it nice? aint it nice oh aint it nice?
... said aint it nice for the price?
i said i got a nice life for the price is right
body rock, rody bock
and they boss, said a come on down, down, down
said come on down.
youre the next big winner
so come on down
oh oh oh
but i, but i, i said i
i give and give and i lay it all down now
well look what ive found
i give and give
i said i give and give and i lay it all down
now look what ive found, ah look what ive found
blue skies, theyre smiling at me
and thats my favorite melody.
but i cant read and i cant read and
i cant read between the things unseen
and i dont mind and i dont mind and i dont mind
if i dont find because ive tried
im absolutely definite
absolutley positive
absolutely definetly positive.
im absolutely definite
absolutley positive
absolutely definetly positive
im absolutely definite
absolutley positive
absolutely definetly positive.
and im absolutely definite
absolutley positive
absolutely definetly positively represented.
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song performed by Jason Mraz
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Absolutely Nothings Changed
Absolutely nothings changed
This is my heart talking
Its time to face reality
This spell Im under cant last much longer
Any fool can see
You come here with your promises
But I remember all the lies
I bought the laughter happy ever after
How could I be so blind so blind
Chorus
cause absolutely nothings changed
You play with my emotions
Ill live to fight another day
I m bruised but I ain t broken I aint broken
Now you say youre sorry
For everything you put me through
You wanna make up I just gotta wake up
Its the same old you
The same old you
Chorus
cause absolutely nothings changed
You play with my emotions
Ill live to fight another day
Im bruised but I aint broken aint broken
Ooh Ive been dreaming but its over now bad dreams are over now
Im gonna rise up rise above all the troubles and tears Im down but I aint out
Play with my emotions I maybe bruised I aint broken
cause absolutely nothings changed
At last my eyes are open
Im gonna live to fight another day
I maybe bruised but I ain t broken aint broken
cause absolutely nothings changed
Absolutely nothing
Ill live to fight another day
I maybe bruised but I ain t broken
cause absolutely nothings changed
Abolutely nothing
Im gonna live to fight another day I maybe bruised but I ain t broken
cause absolutely nothings changed
song performed by Tina Turner
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Virginia's Story
Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.
She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.
When she was old enough she got married.
First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.
Agnes was my mother.
Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
Then grandma Elizabeth married a man by the name of Mr. Wooten.
He had a German name, but I don't think he was German.
She took his last name after they got married.
Then they moved to West Virginia in the United States.
Their son, Frank Gates Jr. Became a delegate in the democratic party.
He use to get into a lot of trouble because he liked to fight.
He was a delegate from the 1940's to 1970's.
He died of gout in the 1970's.
Anna was a maid and cook.
She baked cakes and stuff for people as a side line.
She had a hump on her back (scoliosis) .
She had to walk with a cane.
She could cook good though.
She did this kind of work all of her life, just like her mom, Elizabeth
They were both good cooks
They had a lot of money because they had these skills
Especially when people had parties.
Because they would make all of this food and then they would have left-overs.
We got to eat a lot of stuff we normally wouldn't get because of that.
When they cooked, they didn't use no measuring stuff, they would just use there hand.
My moms name was Agnes Barrie Gates.
She married James Wright and moved to Cleveland.
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Lonely, Desparate, And Pathetic
Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
Shame, shame.
Calling names, never letting it go.
Don't you know?
Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
Paper cuts to the skin, call it cutting yourself.
Self mutilation, with the light touch.
Come on what joke I'd have more fun snorting line of coke.
Never done it, cause like you paper cuts its absolutely pointless.
Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
Giving all your money to men just so they will stay.
Then when they leave because you have no more.
You cut yourself yet again.
Like that's the cure.
You continuously try to get em back with desperate acts.
I would call you a prostitute but you got it all backwards.
Are you lonely?
Are you desperate?
Are you absolutely pathetic?
Just maybe.
Just maybe.
When you get angry you just stare so teary eyed like a puppy dog who's so alone.
You spit in the nice guys face an expect him to stay.
Well I say no way.
Girl your broken.
Money is no object to me.
So to throw it in my direction.
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song, lyrics by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Treat Myself
Theres a place I can go
When the tensions high and Im feeling low
In a falsh I can be in an another space
As a different me, have a new id.
I think Ill treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
Yes, Im going to treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
Theres no rich, theres no poor
Everything is love, no such word as war
Theres no black and no white
Rainbow colors they, dress the days and nights, lifes a paradise
I think Ill treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
Yes, Im going to treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
Its amazing how the mind
Can do what you want it to
It can take you to a time
Where youll want to stay forever
Feeling everlasting pleasure
If your lifes in a place
That you can hardly bare
Come along with me to mental ecstasy
I think Ill treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
Yes, Im going to treat myself to all the pretty places in my head
(repeat)
(backgrounds) whatsoever things are lovely
Whatsoever things are pure
Whatsoever things are honest
Whatsoever things are true (repeat)
song performed by Stevie Wonder
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Sun-Testament
I, The Sun, Lord of the Sky, sojourning in the Land of Sky, being of sound mind and memory, do hereby make, publish and declare the following to be my Last Will and Testament, hereby revoking all other wills, codicils and testamentary dispositions by me at any time heretofore made.
First, I hereby direct and elect that my estate shall be administered and my will construed and regulated and the validity and effect of the testamentary dispositions herein contained determined by the laws of the Sky.
Second, I give and bequeath absolutely to my wife, the Moon, four octrillion centuries of sun-rays, this legacy to have priority over all other legacies and bequests and to be free from any and all legacy, inheritance, transfer, successions, taxes or duties whatsoever, said taxes or duties to be borne by my estate.
Third, I give and bequeathe the sum of one million centuries of sun-rays net free from any and all legacy, inheritance, transfer, succession, taxes or duties whatsoever, said taxes or duties to be borne by my estate, to my Executors, to be used for the erecting of an Obelisk to the Sun.
Fourth, I give and bequeathe to my beloved wife the Moon my assortment of sunstones, my sun-yacht that for many aeons has navigated the sea of clouds, together with my collection of butterflies which are the souls of women caught in my golden web and my collection of red arrows which are the souls of men caught in my golden web.
Fifth, I give and bequeathe to my sons and daughters the stars, my mirror the ocean and my caravan of mountains.
Sixth, I give and bequeathe to Aurora Goddess of the Dawn a sunrise trumpet and a girdle of clouds.
Seventh, I give and bequeathe to the planet Venus all my eruptive prominences whether in spikes or jets or sheafs and volutes in honor of her all-too-few transits.
Eighth, I give and bequeathe to Lady Vesuvius a sunbonnet, a palace of clouds and the heart she once hurled up to me.
Ninth, I give and bequeathe to the Sun-Goddess Rat the Lady of Heliopolis and a garden of sunflowers.
Tenth, I give and bequeathe to Icarus a sunshade and a word of introduction to the Moon.
Eleventh, I give and bequeathe to Horus (Egyptian Hor) the falcon-headed solar divinity a thousand sun-hawks from my aviary to be mummified in his honor.
Twelfth, I give and bequeathe to Amenophus IV of Egypt my golden gourd that his thirst for me may be assuaged.
Thirteenth, I give and bequeathe to Renofer, High Priest of the Sun, my shares in Electric Horizens and Corona Preferred.
Fourteenth, I give and bequeathe to Louis XIV of France, Le Roi Soleil, my gold peruke.
Fifteenth, I give and bequeathe to Arthur Rimbaud a red sunsail.
Sixteenth, I give and bequeathe to my charioteer Phaeton my chariot of the sun and my chariot-horses Erythous Acteon Lampos Philogeus.
Seventeenth, I give and bequeathe to each of the Virgins of the Sun in Peru, to each and every citizen of Heliopolis, to the Teotitmocars of Mexico who built the giant pyramid to the Sun, to each and every of the Incas, to the Hyperboreans dwellers in the land of perpetual sunshine and great fertility beyond the north wind, my halo, rainbows and mirages, to the Surya-bans and the Chandra-bans of India to each a sunthought and to my lowly subject the Earth ten centuries of sunrays.
Eighteenth, I give and bequeathe likewise to the Japanese Flag whose center is a Red Sun and to the flags of Persia (the Lion and the Sun) and to the flags of Uraguay and Argentine my fiery flames and furious commotion.
Nineteenth, I give and bequeathe to all the inns, cabarets, bars, taverns, bordels whose ensign is the Sun, pieces of brocaded sunlight.
Twentieth, I give and bequeathe sunbonnets to various high monuments in particular the Eiffel Tower, the Woolworth Building, and to an imaginary tower built by the combined height of the phalluses of men.
Twenty-First, I give and bequeathe to Apollo of Greece a temple of the sun to Osiris of Egypt a temple of the sun to Indra of India a temple of the Sun this legacy is over and above any and all commissions to which they may be entitled as executors.
Twenty-Second, All the rest residue and remainder of my estate of whatsoever kind and nature, wheresoever situated, not specifically given or bequeathed hereinabove, including any and all void or lapsed legacies or bequests, I give, devise and bequeathe to Mithra of the Persians and to Surya of the Hindus, or to the survivor with the request that they establish therewith a fund for Sun-Birds (i.i. poets) to be organized and administered by them in their sole discretion and judgement, this fund to be known as the Sun and Moon Fund for Sun-Birds.
Twenty-Third, I hereby nominate, constitute and appoint Osiris of Egypt Apollo of Greece and Indra of India Executors of this my last will and testament.
In witness thereof, I have herewith set my hand and seal to this holographic will, entirely written and dated and signed by me at my Castle of Clouds this nineteenth day of January nineteen hundred and twenty eight.
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To You Whom I Love More Than Myself (Sonnet Redoublé)
I
You to whom my feelings are obvious,
may God guide you
(even if I am being presumptuous)
through every day, keeping you true,
in everything grant all that’s good,
make you sure
in every day, temper every mood
great and pure
and may He be in everything
that you put your hand to,
giving His greatest blessing,
may you be excelling in all that you do;
once I saw you jolly and free,
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
II
I saw you long-legged wading into the sea
the epitome of youthfulness,
with no frivolity
and you were deadly serious without meekness
entering as if approaching a holy living thing
leaving the shallows you were going in deep
and it was if you were searching for something,
something from the deep beyond that you could keep
and not going to plunder, but were hunting for a holy relic
something with great wonder,
not to hang around your neck like a charm or some garlic
not made by man, or from the elements like thunder:
I watched you searching for something beyond man’s affairs,
from our lounge chairs.
III
From our lounge chairs
across from the fireplace
there was passion on your face
and it was sweet sincerity without putting on airs
where we were living out our lives, our own affairs
with depth and sweetness in every embrace
with love and true grace
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Marriage
Should I get married? Should I be Good?
Astound the girl next door with my velvet suit and faustaus hood?
Don't take her to movies but to cemeteries
tell all about werewolf bathtubs and forked clarinets
then desire her and kiss her and all the preliminaries
and she going just so far and I understanding why
not getting angry saying You must feel! It's beautiful to feel!
Instead take her in my arms lean against an old crooked tombstone
and woo her the entire night the constellations in the sky-
When she introduces me to her parents
back straightened, hair finally combed, strangled by a tie,
should I sit knees together on their 3rd degree sofa
and not ask Where's the bathroom?
How else to feel other than I am,
often thinking Flash Gordon soap-
O how terrible it must be for a young man
seated before a family and the family thinking
We never saw him before! He wants our Mary Lou!
After tea and homemade cookies they ask What do you do for a living?
Should I tell them? Would they like me then?
Say All right get married, we're losing a daughter
but we're gaining a son-
And should I then ask Where's the bathroom?
O God, and the wedding! All her family and her friends
and only a handful of mine all scroungy and bearded
just waiting to get at the drinks and food-
And the priest! He looking at me if I masturbated
asking me Do you take this woman for your lawful wedded wife?
And I trembling what to say say Pie Glue!
I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back
She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha!
And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on-
then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes
Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates!
All streaming into cozy hotels
All going to do the same thing tonight
The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen
The lobby zombies they knowing what
The whistling elevator man he knowing
The winking bellboy knowing
Everybody knowing! I'd be almost inclined not to do anything!
Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye!
Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon!
running rampant into those almost climatic suites
yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel!
O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls
I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy a saint of divorce-
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The Honeymoon Is Over
The honeymoon is over
And he has left for work
Whistling something obvious from La Boheme
And carrying a brown calfskin attache case
I never dreamed he was capable of owning,
Having started the day
With ten pushups and a cold shower
Followed by hearty breakfast.
(What do we actually have in common?)
The honeymoon is over
And I am dry-mopping the floor
In a green Dacron dry-mopping outfit from Saks,
Wondering why I'm not dancing in the dark,
Or rejecting princes,
Or hearing people gasp at my one-man show,
My god, so beautiful and so gifted!
(The trouble is I never knew a prince.)
The honeymoon is over
And we find that dining by candlelight makes us squint,
And that all the time
I was letting him borrow my comb and hang up his wet
raincoat in my closet
I was really waiting
To stop letting him.
And that all the time
He was saying how he loved my chicken pot pie,
He was really waiting
To stop eating it.
(I guess they call this getting to know each other.)
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Absolute Beginners
Ive nothing much to offer
Theres nothing much to take
Im an absolute beginner
And Im absolutely sane
As long as were together
The rest can go to hell
I absolutely love you
But were absolute beginners
With eyes completely open
But nervous all the same
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
Theres no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
Its absolutely true
Nothing much could happen
Nothing we cant shake
Oh were absolute beginners
With nothing much at stake
As long as youre still smiling
Theres nothing more I need
I absolutely love you
But were absolute beginners
But if my love is your love
Were certain to succeed
If our love song
Could fly over mountains
Could laugh at the ocean/sail over heartaches second time
Just like the films
Theres no reason
To feel all the hard times
To lay down the hard lines
Its absolutely true
song performed by David Bowie
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M'Fingal - Canto IV
Now Night came down, and rose full soon
That patroness of rogues, the Moon;
Beneath whose kind protecting ray,
Wolves, brute and human, prowl for prey.
The honest world all snored in chorus,
While owls and ghosts and thieves and Tories,
Whom erst the mid-day sun had awed,
Crept from their lurking holes abroad.
On cautious hinges, slow and stiller,
Wide oped the great M'Fingal's cellar,
Where safe from prying eyes, in cluster,
The Tory Pandemonium muster.
Their chiefs all sitting round descried are,
On kegs of ale and seats of cider;
When first M'Fingal, dimly seen,
Rose solemn from the turnip-bin.
Nor yet his form had wholly lost
Th' original brightness it could boast,
Nor less appear'd than Justice Quorum,
In feather'd majesty before 'em.
Adown his tar-streak'd visage, clear
Fell glistening fast th' indignant tear,
And thus his voice, in mournful wise,
Pursued the prologue of his sighs.
"Brethren and friends, the glorious band
Of loyalty in rebel land!
It was not thus you've seen me sitting,
Return'd in triumph from town-meeting;
When blust'ring Whigs were put to stand,
And votes obey'd my guiding hand,
And new commissions pleased my eyes;
Blest days, but ah, no more to rise!
Alas, against my better light,
And optics sure of second-sight,
My stubborn soul, in error strong,
Had faith in Hutchinson too long.
See what brave trophies still we bring
From all our battles for the king;
And yet these plagues, now past before us,
Are but our entering wedge of sorrows!
"I see, in glooms tempestuous, stand
The cloud impending o'er the land;
That cloud, which still beyond their hopes
Serves all our orators with tropes;
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poem by John Trumbull
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Infidelity not to cripple loyalty
Bill Clinton, the 42nd American President,
Had all the love for his wife Hillary Clinton.
He had his time with M/S Monica Lewinsky,
A White House intern, which broke into a scandal.
Unperturbed was his wife, Hillary Clinton.
She knows what loyalty is, what infidelity is.
A sensible woman, a lesson to other women.
20.01.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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