'While you and I have lips and voices Which are for kissing and to sing with Who cares if some one-eyed son of a bitch Invents an instrument to measure spring with.' E.E.Cummings.
Mr Tidyman, red tracksuit/turning pink, see Kes, bad tempered, sadistic and ignorant with it. Not a patch on Mr Robinson (arts) Fred Cowell, Mr Merriweather, or Dally Duncan. Crap footballer too.
Well, she was just 17 You know what I mean And the way she looked was way beyond compare So how could I dance with another (Ooh) When I saw her standing there Well she looked at me, and I, I could see That before too long I'd fall in love with her She wouldn't dance with another (Whooh) When I saw her standing there Well, my heart went "boom" When I crossed that room And I held her hand in mine... Whoah, we danced through the night And we held each other tight And before too long I fell in love with her Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh) Since I saw her standing there Well, my heart went "boom" When I crossed that room And I held her hand in mine... Whoah, we danced through the night And we held each other tight And before too long I fell in love with her Now I'll never dance with another (Whooh) Since I saw her standing there
A couple of mine take the p*ss if you must. [FONT=&]Sunshine[/FONT] [FONT=&]The sun is shining brightly colouring the sky [/FONT] [FONT=&]With golden beams of sunlight dazzling the eyes[/FONT] [FONT=&]A crisp and chilly morning is changing by the hour [/FONT] [FONT=&]As yellow shafts of sunlight engulf us with their power[/FONT] [FONT=&]A big bright ball of fire hanging up above [/FONT] [FONT=&]Make the world seem a better place spreading out its warmth[/FONT] [FONT=&]People seem much better in everyday walks of life [/FONT] [FONT=&]With little balls of sunshine lightening the strife[/FONT] [FONT=&]Lovers walking hand in hand laughing along the way [/FONT] [FONT=&]Sunshine in their faces, for them a lovely day[/FONT] [FONT=&]A lonely cloud drifts on by, blocking out the light [/FONT] [FONT=&]But as it slowly floats along soon again it's bright[/FONT] [FONT=&]When everything clouds over with many faces glum, [/FONT] [FONT=&]Only then do we realise we really miss the sun[/FONT] [FONT=&]So as it sinks to yonder shores and another day does end, [/FONT] [FONT=&]We hope that when tomorrow comes the sunshine never ends.[/FONT] [FONT=&]©2014[/FONT] [FONT=&] Sorrow[/FONT] [FONT=&] Enough of all this sorrow[/FONT] [FONT=&]Enough of all this pain[/FONT] [FONT=&]I've lost the girl I loved so much[/FONT] [FONT=&]Never to see again[/FONT] [FONT=&]My heart is breaking up right now[/FONT] [FONT=&]Pieces all around[/FONT] [FONT=&]The tears come falling from my eyes[/FONT] [FONT=&]Like teardrops on the ground[/FONT] [FONT=&]I'd love to hold her tenderly[/FONT] [FONT=&]Just for one more time[/FONT] [FONT=&]Kiss her lovely lips again[/FONT] [FONT=&]Pretending she is mine[/FONT] [FONT=&]But I know it's all a dream[/FONT] [FONT=&]She's gone for evermore[/FONT] [FONT=&]Never to come back again [/FONT] [FONT=&]I know that now for sure[/FONT] [FONT=&]My life just seems so empty now[/FONT] [FONT=&]I cannot just let go[/FONT] [FONT=&]Of the memory of the girl[/FONT] [FONT=&]Who's love I cherished so[/FONT] [FONT=&]I let her down so badly[/FONT] [FONT=&]A fool right to the end[/FONT] [FONT=&]Now I nurse a broken heart[/FONT] [FONT=&]I know will never mend.[/FONT] [FONT=&]©2014 I actually turned the second poem into a song, added a few chords to the words and I don't think its that bad but that's just me. [/FONT]
Remember this? Raggy is a bastard Raggy is a **** All he ever says is Get out to the front (that last line said in his nasal whine) Which is what he used to always say when you were messing about. Where he would then cane ya. Happy days.
Mary had a little lamb Green beans and roast potaters I had chicken, we served ourselves It was a carvery, no waiters Shuttleworth.
One of my favourite poems, I could post it on the obit thread anarl.. “I sit beside the fire and think Of all that I have seen Of meadow flowers and butterflies In summers that have been Of yellow leaves and gossamer In autumns that there were With morning mist and silver sun And wind upon my hair I sit beside the fire and think Of how the world will be When winter comes without a spring That I shall ever see For still there are so many things That I have never seen In every wood in every spring There is a different green I sit beside the fire and think Of people long ago And people that will see a world That I shall never know But all the while I sit and think Of times there were before I listen for returning feet And voices at the door”
'I don't love you for your graveyard eyes I don't love you for your shaven thighs I just love you for that Beat beat beat beat beating I've got a safety pin stuck in my heart For you, for you..." Patrik Fitzgerald.
If you acted like a "lime brained cotyledon" in class you were in for four strokes there and then, supplemented by two more from "Jake" after the next assembly. Happy days indeed.
No problem, but are you sure the Bronx National Anthem (try Googling it) was penned in New Jersey? As for the correct words, there are numerous versions out there; you enjoy yours and I will enjoy mine. Are you always this precious?
There’s a girl I’m told who rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes Underneath her bed there lies a collection of ammonites And she lives somewhere you wouldn’t wanna get stuck That can’t be found in the Domesday Book Cromwell’s troops never billeted there Dick Turpin never had Bess shoed where This girl I’m told rolls her eyes at the Gok Wan acolytes This spoon in my drawer, a reminder of childhood Stayed loyal down the years in a way others never could The wine has coiled its way around my understanding And I’m deaf to your libertarian jeers They should just brick Jim Beglin up with the Gok Wan acolytes Brick him up One of 179 lyrics I could have chosen by Britain's greatest living folk poet, Nigel Blackwell. New Half Man Half Biscuit album out later this month.
Yes, and it's "Spring in the Bronx"; the Bronx National Anthem is something else--you need to try harder with Google. And yeth, I uthually am, but not alwayth. Xxxx.
It's both and you are wrong, as it is also called The Brooklyn (or Bronx) National Anthem. The reality is that it is wrongly attributed to a number of poets simply because it parodies their style, nothing more tangible than that. The original version is not known, folk simply referring, as you might be, to the first version they became aware of - unless you have an authoritative source that takes away it's anon status and has evidence of original script then you are being precious for no good reason. http://www.barrypopik.com/index.php/new_york_city/entry/brooklyn_national_anthem_spring_is_sprung Here's a fairly apt poem by Ted Scheu: My class has got a know-it-allâ the kind who likes to tell the proper way to sit and walk and count and speak and spell. My class has got a know-it-allâ the kind who always knows the stuff that happened yesterdays or even long agos. Sheâs constantly correcting me if Iâm a little wrong, like when I bring a bug to class or when I sing a song. You wonder why a rooster crows? Exactly how a flower grows? And who invented radios? Or even if a glowworm glows? (I can't believe it, but she knows.) You wonder why the sky is blue? And how your paper airplane flew? Just if a fact is false or true? Or when our book report is due? (I canât believe she knows that, too.) You might think Iâd be angry with this showy, knowy creature. But someday I will be like her: Iâm going to be a teacher. or there is by Sara Fielder (she has a way with words ): How does it feel to know it all? I'm curious, do tell To be so arrogant enough The rest can go to hell It must be nice up on your throne You intellectual snob To think the worlds so black and white And we are but it's dogs. It must be nice to know it all Forgive, but I must ask Ever lose an argument? No, no. There's not a chance When others bow and kiss your feet The hem that trims your robe Does your huge ego jump for joy On top but all alone? It must be nice to know it all The rest of us so small We'll just pull weeds And mind the sheep And drink the bitter gall We'll just sit back as best we can Obligingly and nod Yes yes, you're right, of course you are Let's not forget you're God
