Orgasminator
:devil:a very apt quote for the ireland of today , "christianity is the most perverted system that ever shone on man " thomas jefferson,
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By Lee Ann Womack - I Hope You Dance
I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
Quote by user=Bliss_abyss
one of my faves.. Hejira, Joni Mitchell
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
That shell shock love away
There's comfort in melancholy
When there's no need to explain
It's just as natural as the weather
In this moody sky today
In our possessive coupling
So much could not be expressed
So now I'm returning to myself
These things that you and I suppressed
I see something of myself in everyone
Just at this moment of the world
As snow gathers like bolts of lace
Waltzing on a ballroom girl
You know it never has been easy
Whether you do or you do not resign
Whether you travel the breadth of extremities
Or stick to some straighter line
Now here's a man and a woman sitting on a rock
They're either going to thaw out or freeze
Listen...
Strains of Benny Goodman
Coming thru' the snow and the pinewood trees
I'm porous with travel fever
But you know I'm so glad to be on my own
Still somehow the slightest touch of a stranger
Can set up trembling in my bones
I know - no one's going to show me everything
We all come and go unknown
Each so deep and superficial
Between the forceps and the stone
Well I looked at the granite markers
Those tribute to finality - to eternity
And then I looked at myself here
Chicken scratching for my immortality
In the church they light the candles
And the wax rolls down like tears
There's the hope and the hopelessness
I've witnessed thirty years
We're only particles of change I know, I know
Orbiting around the sun
But how can I have that point of view
When I'm always bound and tied to someone
White flags of winter chimneys
Waving truce against the moon
In the mirrors of a modern bank
>From the window of a hotel room
I'm traveling in some vehicle
I'm sitting in some cafe
A defector from the petty wars
Until love sucks me back that way
:thrilled: absolutely love joni mitchell, also both sides now, always makes me cry
so as not to confuse, I thought I had better come back with my own profile, this poem has never left my mind since i was thought it in secondary school
Mid-term Break by Seamus Heaney....
I sat all morning in the college sick bay
Counting bells knelling classes to a close.
At ten o'clock our neighbours drove me home.
In the porch I met my father crying -
He had always taken funerals in his stride -
And Big Jim Evans saying it was a hard blow.
The baby cooed and laughed and rocked the pram
When I came in, and I was embarrassed
By old men standing up to shake my hand
And tell me they were 'sorry for my trouble'
Whispers informed strangers that I was the eldest,
Away at school, as my mother held my hand
In hers and coughed out angry tearless sighs.
At ten o'clock the ambulance arrived
With the corpse, stanched and bandaged by the nurses.
Next morning I went up into the room. Snowdrops
And candles soothed the bedside I saw him
For the first time in six weeks. Paler now,
Wearing a poppy bruise on his left temple.
He lay in a four foot box, as in his cot.
No gaudy scars, the bumper knocked him clear.
A four foot box, a foot for every year.
Sex God
remember that one. Powerfull, and hard to take when you get to the end.
There were Roses by Cara Dillon
My song for you this evening
Is not to make you sad
Nor for adding to the sorrows
Of this troubled northern land
But lately I've been thinking
And it just wont leave my mind
I'll tell you about two friends one time
Who were both good friends of mine
Isaac he was Protestant
And Sean was Catholic born
But it never made a difference
For the friendship it was strong
And sometimes in the evening
When they heard the sound of drums
They said they wont divide us
We will always be as one
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
It was on a Sunday morning
When the awful news came round
Another killing had been done
Just outside Newry Town
We knew that Isaac danced up there
We knew he liked the band
But when we heard that he was dead
We just could not understand
Now fear it filled the countryside
There was fear in every home
When late at night a car came
Prowling round the Ryan Road
A Catholic would be killed tonight
To even up the score
Oh Christ, it's young MacDonald
They have taken from the door
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
Isaac was my friend he cried
He begged them with his tears
But centuries of hatred
Have ears that do not hear
An eye for an eye
That was all that filled their minds
And another eye for another eye
Till everyone was blind
Now I don't know where the moral is
Or where the song should end
But I wonder just how many wars
Are fought between good friends
And those who give the orders
Are not the ones to die
It's Scott and young MacDonald
And the likes of you and I
There were roses, roses
There were roses
And the tears of a people ran together
Orgasminator
whoever made us irishmen made us all mad for our wars are all merry and our songs are all sad .
Once..Falling Slowly.
I don't know you
But I want you
All the more for that
Words fall through me
And always fool me
And I can't react
And games that never amount
To more than they're meant
Will play themselves out
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice
You'll make it now
Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black
You have suffered enough
And warred with yourself
It's time that you won
Take this sinking boat and point it home
We've still got time
Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice
You've made it now
Falling slowly sing your melody
I'll sing along..
How Do I Love Thee? (Sonnet 43)
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun (Sonnet 130)
by William Shakespeare
My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;
Coral is far more red than her lips' red;
If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;
If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
I have seen roses damasked, red and white,
But no such roses see I in her cheeks;
And in some perfumes is there more delight
Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.
I love to hear her speak, yet well I know
That music hath a far more pleasing sound;
I grant I never saw a goddess go;
My mistress when she walks treads on the ground.
And yet, by heaven, I think my love as rare
As any she belied with false compare.
Un-named
(Piece featured in RTE TV Advert. re Cill Alla Youth GAA and AIB Initiative.)
Blinder Productions; directed by Richie Smyth.
Be kith, be kin, be clan.
Be Team-mates, be ship-mates.
Be in the same boat, be of the same mind, be on the same side.
Be arm in arm, be hand in hand, be shoulder to shoulder.
Be one of us, be one of them, be one in a million.
Be indivisable, be un-divided, be united.
Be city, be town, be club.
Be a part of something strong,
Belong.
(Piece featured in RTE TV Advert. re Cill Alla Youth GAA and AIB Initiative.)
Blinder Productions; directed by Richie Smyth.
Be kith, be kin, be clan.
Be Team-mates, be ship-mates.
Be in the same boat, be of the same mind, be on the same side.
Be arm in arm, be hand in hand, be shoulder to shoulder.
Be one of us, be one of them, be one in a million.
Be indivisable, be un-divided, be united.
Be city, be town, be club.
Be a part of something strong,
Belong.
Groucho Marx quotes
"Room service? Send up a larger room."
"Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?"
"Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others."
"He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot."
"I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception."
"A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five."
"From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it."
"You know I could rent you out as a decoy for duck hunters?"
"You've got the brain of a four-year-old boy, and I'll bet he was glad to get rid of it."
"A man's only as old as the woman he feels."
"Why should I care about posterity? What's posterity ever done for me?"
"Military justice is to justice what military music is to music."
"Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms."
"One morning I shot an elephant in my pyjamas. How he got into my pyjamas I'll never know."
"There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of your fellow man."
"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
"If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you."
"I must confess, I was born at a very early age."
"Remember men, we're fighting for this woman's honour; which is probably more than she ever did."
"Women should be obscene and not heard."
"As soon as I get through with you, you'll have a clear case for divorce and so will my wife."
"I married your mother because I wanted children, imagine my disappointment when you came along."
"Whatever it is,... I'm against it."
"A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke."
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
That doesn't seem right, oh wait, it was Karl Marx I was supposed to quote to look clever, damn.
"Room service? Send up a larger room."
"Who are you going to believe, me or your own eyes?"
"Those are my principles. If you don't like them I have others."
"He may look like an idiot and talk like an idiot but don't let that fool you. He really is an idiot."
"I never forget a face, but in your case I'll be glad to make an exception."
"A child of five could understand this. Fetch me a child of five."
"From the moment I picked your book up until I laid it down I was convulsed with laughter. Someday I intend reading it."
"You know I could rent you out as a decoy for duck hunters?"
"You've got the brain of a four-year-old boy, and I'll bet he was glad to get rid of it."
"A man's only as old as the woman he feels."
"Why should I care about posterity? What's posterity ever done for me?"
"Military justice is to justice what military music is to music."
"Military intelligence is a contradiction in terms."
"One morning I shot an elephant in my pyjamas. How he got into my pyjamas I'll never know."
"There is no sweeter sound than the crumbling of your fellow man."
"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it."
"If I held you any closer I would be on the other side of you."
"I must confess, I was born at a very early age."
"Remember men, we're fighting for this woman's honour; which is probably more than she ever did."
"Women should be obscene and not heard."
"As soon as I get through with you, you'll have a clear case for divorce and so will my wife."
"I married your mother because I wanted children, imagine my disappointment when you came along."
"Whatever it is,... I'm against it."
"A woman is an occasional pleasure but a cigar is always a smoke."
"Outside of a dog, a book is man's best friend. Inside of a dog, it's too dark to read."
That doesn't seem right, oh wait, it was Karl Marx I was supposed to quote to look clever, damn.
Not funny or sexy, but thought I'd add this poem as its one of my favourites,
Book Ends by Tony Harrison
I
Baked the day she suddenly dropped dead
we chew it slowly that last apple pie.
Shocked into sleeplessness you're scared of bed.
We never could talk much, and now don't try.
You're like book ends, the pair of you, she'd say,
Hog that grate, say nothing, sit, sleep, stare…
The 'scholar' me, you, worn out on poor pay,
only our silence made us seem a pair.
Not as good for staring in, blue gas,
too regular each bud, each yellow spike.
At night you need my company to pass
and she not here to tell us we're alike!
You're life's all shattered into smithereens.
Back in our silences and sullen looks,
for all the Scotch we drink, what's still between 's
not the thirty or so years, but books, books, books.
II
The stone's too full. The wording must be terse.
There's scarcely room to carve the FLORENCE on it--
Come on, it's not as if we're wanting verse.
It's not as if we're wanting a whole sonnet!
After tumblers of neat Johnny Walker
(I think that both of us we're on our third)
you said you'd always been a clumsy talker
and couldn't find another, shorter word
for 'beloved' or for 'wife' in the inscription,
but not too clumsy that you can't still cut:
You're supposed to be the bright boy at description
and you can't tell them what the fuck to put!
I've got to find the right words on my own.
I've got the envelope that he'd been scrawling,
mis-spelt, mawkish, stylistically appalling
but I can't squeeze more love into their stone.
broken dreams
I love you more than life itself
But I’m afraid to love.
My heart is like the fragile wings
Of a tiny little dove.
I'm scared to get too close.
I feel that I can't win.
You'll love me for a little while
Then you'll set me free again.
I've lived so long on hopes and dreams
I don't know what to do.
I don't think I can trust my heart,
For it belongs to you.
I know you'll only hurt me
Yet, I still keep running back.
Between the paths of our hearts
There's a worn and beaten track.
You've got my heart held on a string.
It’s breaking right in two.
Enough belongs to me -to hurt-
The rest belongs to you.
I know that somewhere in your heart
There is a place for me.
I just don't know how to find it
And there's no way to make you see.
I can only hope that someday
You'll wake up and you'll find,
That while my heart belongs to yours,
Yours, too, belongs to mine.
Lyrics from "Freedoms Whistle"
Do you find it easy lay your head on your pillow,
can you sleep all night,
or are you one of the souls waiting for another tomorrow where you lose it all under burning bright lights.
or are ya hungry are ya dying,
as your leaders are eating in great halls,
will you find your sword to raise and fight them to dismantle the democracy of whores.
just had to reignite this thread
The Song remembers when ...............Trisha Yearwood
I was standing at the counter
I was waiting for the change
When I heard that old familiar music start
It was like a lighted match
Had been tossed into my soul
It was like a dam had broken in my heart
After taking every detour
Getting lost and losing track
So that even if I wanted
I could not find my way back
After driving out the memory
Of the way things might have been
After I'd forgotten all about us
The song remembers when
We were rolling through the Rockies
We were up above the clouds
When a station out of Jackson played that song
And it seemed to fit the moment
And the moment seemed to freeze
When we turned the music up and sang along
And there was a God in Heaven
And the world made perfect sense
We were young and were in love
And we were easy to convince
We were headed straight for Eden
It was just around the bend
And though I have forgotten all about it
The song remembers when
I guess something must have happened
And we must have said goodbye
And my heart must have been broken
Though I can't recall just why
The song remembers when
Well, for all the miles between us
And for all the time that's passed
You would think I haven't gotten very far
And I hope my hasty heart
Will forgive me just this once
If I stop to wonder how on Earth you are
But that's just a lot of water
Underneath a bridge I burned
And there's no use in backtracking
Around corners I have turned
Still I guess some things we bury
Are just bound to rise again
For even if the whole world has forgotten
The song remembers when
Yeah, and even if the whole world has forgotten
The song remembers when
Lines from Labi Siffre Something Inside So Strong..
The more you refuse to hear my voice
The louder I will sing
You hide behind walls of Jericho
Your lies will come tumbling
Deny my place in time
You squander wealth that's mine
My light will shine so brightly
It will blind you
Cos there's......
Something inside so strong
I know that I can make it
Tho' you're doing me wrong, so wrong
You thought that my pride was gone
Oh no, something inside so strong
Oh oh oh oh oh something inside so strong
Brothers and sisters
When they insist we're just not good enough
When we know better
Just look 'em in the eyes and say
I'm gonna do it anyway
I'm gonna do it anyway
for you--B Sex God
There is a girl from Belfast
when on the phone can text fast
now with Spring in the air
and the big day near
very soon we will be wed fast.
BELLX1 The Great Defector I am the defector
And you're the farmer's daughter
You've been teasing us farm boys
'Til we start talking about those rabbits, George
Oh won't you tell us about those rabbits, George
I am the defector
I give it what it needs
Let's make a new world order
And let's make it rhyme
You're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way your underwire bra
Always sets off that X-ray machine
Coming in to land and now I
Love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway, I
Love the colour of it all
I am the defector
Cause someone stirred my soul
With that great big stick of hers
Kind of looks like an oar
The accountants have taken the movie
Yeah, they're on set
The people from the mobile phone company
Say who gets to play and who gets to not
You're a picture of the checkout girl
Hand me a plastic bag
I got the sweats trying to open it
As it all piles up
I wish I didn't bite my nails
Coming in to land and now I
Love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway, I
Love the colour of it all
Mmm, getting ready to spill my guts and I
Love the colour of it all
To the waitress on rollerskates, I
Love the colour of it all
Oh, the colour of it all!
I am the great defector
So I must affect an air
Of a man who's maybe seen too much
But still just manages to care
You're the chocolate at the end of my Cornetto
I love the way your underwire bra
Always sets off that X-ray machine
Coming in to land and I
Love the colour of it all
Blue lights on the runway, I
Love the colour of it all
Getting ready to spill my guts and I
Love the colour of it all
To the, to the waitress on rollerskates, I
Love the colour of it all
Oh, the colour of it all!
Waitress on rollerskates
Waitress on rollerskates
(Love the colour of it all)
Waitress on rollerskates
Waitress on rollerskates
Waitress on rollerskates
(Love the colour of it all)
Waitress on rollerskates
Waitress on rollerskates
Woo!
So who wants to show me the hot white chocolate at the end of their cornetto's???? :lickface: I like all types, not mad about truffles though.
Clara :kiss:
Angel Flying To Close To The Ground ........Willie Nelson
If you had not have fallen
Then I would not have found you
Angel flying too close to the ground
And I patched up your broken wing
And hung around a while
Tried to keep your spirits up
And your fever down
I knew someday that you would fly away
For love's the greatest healer to be found
So leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground
Fly on, fly on past the speed of sound
I'd rather see you up
Than see you down
Leave me if you need to
I will still remember
Angel flying too close to the ground
one of the most beautiful songs that has ever been written in my opinion...........such comforting lyrics xxxxxxxxxxxdragonstar
Sex God
The Edge... there is no honest way to explain it because the only people who really know where it is are the ones who have gone over
hunter s thompson
