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"carlton" poems
I bought a cruiser bike instead of a mountain bike I’m a sextagenarian not a 30-something so every morning I pedal to the corner across from the Ritz-Carlton and the Montage next to the high-rent Pandemonde Café and count the Ferraris roaring by. I never had a Ferrari but I did buy a ’96 Mustang once and souped it up with a supercharger which was around the time my doctor took me off testosterone because my prostate specific antigen was way too high You have an inoperable prostate malignancy, he said after the biopsy You can’t take hormone replacement anymore It will **** you And as I lean on my bike depressed about missing the rush of another boost of synthetic male hormone I enjoy watching the Europen speedsters streak by so proud of themselves in cars that cost more than my house. I used to wish I was them used to feel like them when I was younger and charging hard but now I just utter prayers for each Lamborghini that goes by and I say I hope your car is faster than cancer.
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May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 6:45 AM UTC
CRUISER BIKE
People, they just ain't all golden, not at all. Not even silver, magnesium or copper. Maybe zinc, because it tastes like ink and it does your body good, but you never get enough, even though you know you should. But had I the means, and the ends were understood, would I be zinc? Would I carry the common good? Would I feign precious metal? Or am I nothing but wood? I met today aluminum, he said, "I'm bad luck." "I know it," I said, "You're out of your element." "My melting point is 660.2°C!" I told him my name was Kristian Huselius, but that turned into a testament. "You're just lucky you aren't a duck," he said. "Maybe, but I find I've got too much will." "You can't spread will on bread, my friend," he said, much to my Brazil, "but lucky for you they make contraceptives in pills." I didn't want children anyway, but when Boron arrived, I was feeling less than sublime. Boron said, "My name rhymes with 'moron'!" "No kidding, Boron," I replied. "I can come in both the dark crystal and brown powder variety!" "That may or may not be true," said Aluminum, "but at least I benefit society." Oh, yeah, he said it, he went there. "I value correctness and propriety!" Boron shrieked. "And you can be flimsy, squishy, and weak!" I wanted no part in this, so I meandered. Not too long after, I met Helium. I told him my name was Carlton Deandre. "I don't believe you, mealworm," he bombasted. "You're gaseous," I said, "I wouldn't put it past ya."
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Apr 5, 2010
Apr 5, 2010 at 8:14 PM UTC
The Common Element
hi dudes i am in a good mood, i am doing the bbq tomorrow and i tipped kangaroos over essendon kangaroos won adelaide over st kilda adelaide won hawthorn over melbourne hawthorn won GWS over carlton, GWS won sydney over geelong, sydney won west coast over gold coast, west coast won and if fremantle beat western bulldogs and collingwood beat richmond and port adelaide beat brisbane i have tipped all the winners of this round i am doing the bbq tomorrow in kippax hoping i grab the second full winner
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May 16, 2015
May 16, 2015 at 8:37 AM UTC
i am on the way, selecting all the teams, i hope
Here are the names of my lovers, The women I sleep with, whom I use, like they use me. Spent, they discard me, for when their pleasure needs Satiated, they climb aboard another man. What they do not know, Is that in my mind, in my ears, everywhere, I did not let them, or you go, We are still romping, For I Take them as needed. I need them all, For my pleasure needs, like my unshaped heart, Addictive, endless. If your is name is here, I do not Apologize. Pink Adele Lilly Allen Anna Nalick Bess Rogers Beyonce Brandi Carlisle Cat Power Colbie Callait Duffy Eva Cassidy Evanescence Alison Sudol Fiona Apple Florence Welch Grace Potter Ingrid Michaelson You Joni Mitchell K.D. Lang Kate Nash Kate Voegele Leona Lewis Lizz Wright Madeline Peyroux Marie Digby Mary Wells Norah Jones Regina Spektor Sara Bareilles You Sara Haze Taylor Swift and Tracy Chapman Tristan Prettyman Vanessa Carlton So many others, used so long ago, I can't remember the faces, Which can't be googled. Use them hard, use them often, more than daily. Bluntly, I tell you Your name is on my list, Even if I do not disclose it.
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Aug 18, 2013
Aug 18, 2013 at 9:31 AM UTC
Here are the names of my lovers, including you! (Aug 2013)
You might as well ask me Not to take another breath - To climb to the top of Arthurs seat And not stand with my arms outstretched – To stand in the middle of an icy street – In the depths of midwinter And not gaze with wonder At the cloud of unspoken poetry Pouring from my lips Utterly failing to warm my hands – And ask me – Why do I continue – Look in awe upon something – So natural, that gives me So little pleasure in return And yet enriches my life - So indescribably?
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Aug 23, 2018
Aug 23, 2018 at 4:51 AM UTC
Lines composed in Carlton Hill Cemetery
partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy i like parries in every single way i like kids who party despite what their parents say you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood cause all young dudes wanna party i like partying watching the footy yeah c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right i like partying in every single way with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth they party really bad but they hate us doing it i like to party, i like i like to party every single day with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick but we need to understand what goes on in the club yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world i like partying every single day i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care but you change but there is one thing for sure i will never stop being a party dude i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC
i prefer to see kids partying with friends as opposed to sitting at home like a parents boy
partying is better than sitting at home like a parents boy i like parries in every single way i like kids who party despite what their parents say you see they drink alcohol and get drunk and they are having fun their parents are talking if they are the only ones to be young and dumb why can’t we party, it’s fun and cool, why not i want my own stories to tell my grandchildren rather than just telling your stories i know you had fun, so why can’t i, i deserve the right party mood cause all young dudes wanna party i like partying watching the footy yeah c’mon dudes pour some ***** on me i am cool get into some trouble with me, but not bad trouble make sure nobody spikes your drink, ready to party right i like partying in every single way with victoria bitter and carlton draught and a jim beam, how cool so c’mon dudes pour some bourbon on me and let’s party on i think parents are the biggest hypocrites on earth they party really bad but they hate us doing it i like to party, i like i like to party every single day with a west coast cooler and a bottle of scotch with coke, how cool i know we feel like vomiting and we sometimes feel sick but we need to understand what goes on in the club yeah, the good times, and there are plenty of them who cares how bad your hangover is, think of the good times i like partying because for a young dude it is pretty fun there will be people who yell at you, but you should think of the people who don’t i will take a sip out of a jug of beer and someone yells at me but i don’t complain because i like to PARTY real hard i remember my friend at school used fosters as his first beer my first beer was export light, in the kiddie section of the supermarket XXXX was my first beer i got ****** on and i enjoyed that a lot and if your hypocritical parents force you to stop partying say to them, get a life, we are the future of this world i like partying every single day i used to buy beer out of every ounce of my pay bills were being paid, but i was to young and cool to care but you change but there is one thing for sure i will never stop being a party dude i am not a hypocrit, never a hypocrite, but i am not a parent either and i party while i say, PARTY ON DUDES, and never give in to what conservative parents think PARTY ON, and say ROCK AND ROLL PARTIES TO THE RESCUE, dudes
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Slashers Defined In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues, rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree. If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured. Anyway on with the show. Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos. Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz – Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play) Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock Goerge Benson – Jazz Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo Joe Satriani - New age – solo Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo Chet Atkins – jazz, country John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo Neal Schon – Journey Steve Lukather – Toto Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard) Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's Phil Keaggy – New age Christian Robin Trower – Procul Harem Brian May – Queen Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues Carlos Santana – Santana Ronnie Montrose – Montrose Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age Gomer LePoet...
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 1:19 PM UTC
Slashers Defined
Slashers Defined In response to my piece, Slashers, it was requested that maybe I could reveal at least which band or other info these great guitar players performed for to gain their claim to fame. I don't want to spend too much time on this defintion, but will give what info I think is pertinent. If you do not know some of the names I have presented to you, and you are a blues, rock, jazz, fusion guitar fan, I suggest you take the time to listen to some of their work. I have included some of my favorite incredible fusion players that do not have a super star following, but are renowned in their group of fans, probably mostly musicians to some degree. If you are a frustrated guitar player like I am, do not listen to the likes of Holdsworth, Johnson, Gambale, or Morse unless you love being tortured. Anyway on with the show. Eric Clapton – Yardbirds, Cream, Blind Faith, Derek and the Dominos. Jimmy Page – Yardbirds, Led Zeppe, The Honeydrippers, The Firm Jimi Hendrix – not only what is, but, what could have been Alan Holdsworth – Solo jazz fusion player – hot Steve Howe – Yes, Asia - Progressive rock, jazz – Bill Nelson – BeBop Deluxe, Solo Terry Kath – Chicago (25 or 6 to 4) – another sad early departure Ted Nugent – Amboy Dukes, **** Yankees – The madman Jim Krueger – Dave Mason Band – solo progressive rock Eddy Van Halen – Van Halen Ritchie Blackmore – Deep Purple, Rainbow Jerry Doucette – Doucette (Mama let him play) Eric Johnson – Solo – New Age, jazz Frank Gambale – Australian- Jazz, fusion, rock Goerge Benson – Jazz Larry Carlton – Jazz, new age rock Marc Farner - Grand Funk Railroad Peter Frampton – Humble Pie, solo Joe Satriani - New age – solo Johnny A. - jazz, new age – solo Danny Gatton – jazz, rockabilly – solo Chet Atkins – jazz, country John Mayer – Pop, blues – solo Neal Schon – Journey Steve Lukather – Toto Masyoshi Takanaka – New age, jazz – Japanese solo Lee Ritnour – Jazz, new age – solo Leslie West - Mountain, West Bruce & Laing Monty Montgomery – jazz, blues (accoustic you have never heard) Wes Montgomery – jazz 40's – 50's Phil Keaggy – New age Christian Robin Trower – Procul Harem Brian May – Queen Rick Derringer – Montrose, Edgar Winter Group, Steely Dan Robin Ford – John Mayall, Chick Corea, solo jazz, fusion, blues Carlos Santana – Santana Ronnie Montrose – Montrose Steve Morse – Dixie Dregs, Kansas, solo jazz, fusion Trevor Rabin – Yes, solo new age Gomer LePoet...
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he awaits the brittle thought its naked vocal is neat and clean it comes to him from the open window overlooking Cinderella's shop of horrors her glass slipper now serves as a wine glass to the gluttony of the desperately affectionate old men who would melt at the thought of even her smile the brittle thought arrives and he unpacks its pieces parts and assembles himself in their divine image now a brittle man he wears his fractured frailty with a dignified pride take one for the team his new catchphrase the pieces parts swallowed wholesale become the recycled food for thought in the hipster gypsy's coffeehouse the brittle thought is more than a concept its a grassroots movement to be one of the pieces parts left in the wake of the slowly sinking titanic of sanity the brittle thought is there is more than a con artist pulling off his masterpiece its a game show host doing a miami vacation its a dollar store version in a Ritz Carlton lifestyle Cinderella's  shop of horrors is just his kind of place filled with the recycled gods and devils that made the old world such a colourful place to live Cinderella is giving away all expense paid trips for one to be lunch the privilege of being fed to lions is not to be missed the brittle thought finally breaks he walks home in the rain grateful to eat lunch not be it
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Nov 4, 2013
Nov 4, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC
Cinderella's shop of horrors
The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must be Anais. Will is around here somewhere. Aren’t you pretty, though? You go to school with Lisa? No wonder Will likes you.” She skippingly ushered me from a bright, windowed, off-white, staircase entryway, into a deep-red, mahogany paneled library. A persian cat was soon underfoot, purring and winding around my legs.”That’s Misha,” Karen said, “just shoo her away if you don’t like cats.” I stooped down to pet Misha who eagerly offered herself to be petted and admired. As I stroked her charcoal fur, Karen said, “Let me get Will,” as she scampered off. A gold framed, impressionistic painting, pin-lit in bright crystalline light, hung over a fireplace. In the painting, two girls, in summer hats bright with startling red bows and yellow flowers, were sharing a book. The colors were rich, deep and swirling - it looked very much like a Renoir (I know my French artists). He’d done a whole “two girls” series. I drew closer - it wasn’t a print. Though dazed by the opulence, I hadn’t missed what Karen had said. Will liked me. I longed to interrogate her about how exactly she knew Will liked me, and what form, exactly, Will’s liking took. I know Will and Lisa (who would be joining us in a minute) are just friends. Not that it matters, we’re heading back to New Haven later - but Karen’s statements were capable of activating a girl's guy-dar. Karen, wearing socks but no shoes, came to a sliding halt, on the wooden floor, by grabbing the door frame to stop an otherwise complete slide into the library. “You guys are going to the Ritz for lunch?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder, in a way that indicated that she knew the answer quite well. The Ritz Carlton is a block away and our mission was to grab the food and bring it back here to eat. “Mind if I join?” she said, before I could answer her first question, all wide-eyed, blinking impatience. “I don’t mind at ALL.” I said, Karen whooped and was off again down the hall. “I’M COMING TOO!” she yelled. I chuckled, knowingly - I’ve been there - I’m a little sister too.
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Nov 27, 2021
Nov 27, 2021 at 12:41 PM UTC
picking up lunch
The elevator opened on the 46th floor, to a small foyer and one plain, grey door The door opened and a young girl, 10ish, in a blue, polo, tennis dress, said, “Hi! I’m Karen, you must be Anais. Will is around here somewhere. Aren’t you pretty, though? You go to school with Lisa? No wonder Will likes you.” She skippingly ushered me from a bright, windowed, off-white, staircase entryway, into a deep-red, mahogany paneled library. A persian cat was soon underfoot, purring and winding around my legs.”That’s Misha,” Karen said, “just shoo her away if you don’t like cats.” I stooped down to pet Misha who eagerly offered herself to be petted and admired. As I stroked her charcoal fur, Karen said, “Let me get Will,” as she scampered off. A gold framed, impressionistic painting, pin-lit in bright crystalline light, hung over a fireplace. In the painting, two girls, in summer hats bright with startling red bows and yellow flowers, were sharing a book. The colors were rich, deep and swirling - it looked very much like a Renoir (I know my French artists). He’d done a whole “two girls” series. I drew closer - it wasn’t a print. Though dazed by the opulence, I hadn’t missed what Karen had said. Will liked me. I longed to interrogate her about how exactly she knew Will liked me, and what form, exactly, Will’s liking took. I know Will and Lisa (who would be joining us in a minute) are just friends. Not that it matters, we’re heading back to New Haven later - but Karen’s statements were capable of activating a girl's guy-dar. Karen, wearing socks but no shoes, came to a sliding halt, on the wooden floor, by grabbing the door frame to stop an otherwise complete slide into the library. “You guys are going to the Ritz for lunch?” she asked, looking back over her shoulder, in a way that indicated that she knew the answer quite well. The Ritz Carlton is a block away and our mission was to grab the food and bring it back here to eat. “Mind if I join?” she said, before I could answer her first question, all wide-eyed, blinking impatience. “I don’t mind at ALL.” I said, Karen whooped and was off again down the hall. “I’M COMING TOO!” she yelled. I chuckled, knowingly - I’ve been there - I’m a little sister too.
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"All I Want" (A Day To Remember) is for "You And I" (Anarbor) to "Shine On" (Jet) but it's not "All About Us" (He Is We, ft. Owl City) and "If I Leave" (A Day To Remember) will you come "And Run" (He Is We) "A Thousand Miles" (Vanessa Carlton) with me "When The Darkness Comes" (Colbie Caillat) but let's not "Blame It On The Rain" (He Is We) and don't think that my "Darkside" (Kelly Clarkson) exists just to "Prove You Wrong" (He Is We) I know "It's Complicated" (A Day To Remember) but "Since U Been Gone" (A Day To Remember cover) I've been feeling like your "Number One Enemy" (Daisy Dares You, ft Chipmunk) and all I want to do is write you a "Love Song" (Sara Bareilles) to show you that I'm "Still Into You" (Paramore) So don't think that "Big Yellow Taxi" (Counting Crows) is going to be your "Savior" (Rise Against) but "Here It Goes Again" (Ok Go) so don't think about "Everything I'm Not" (The Veronicas) while I just sit here with "My Shiny Teeth And Me" (Chip Skylark) trying to catch "Fireflies" (Owl City) in a jar shaped like a "Skyscraper" (Demi Lovato) so don't act like "It's The End Of The World As We Know It" (REM) because in "One Week" (The Barenaked Ladies) we'll all just be "Heroes And Thieves" (Vanessa Carlton)
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
What Was The Name Of That Song?
The other night I snuck into the Grammys It really wasn't that hard you see I was dressed as the Daft Punk dude on the left My own mother wouldn't have recognize me I was on the elevator at the Ritz-Carlton When one of those robots stepped in by himself So I knocked him out then tied him up And left him bundled up in the stair well I put on the suit and the helmet It's not hard to fake a french accent in those The only problem I encountered that evening Was the strong desire to scratch my nose You know I was the life of the party Mingling with all of the stars For awhile I sat in the row with Shawn and Yoko Still don't know which ones from Venus and which ones from Mars I'm sure in the circles that those two hang with They are as normal as all of the rest Of course most of the rockers I met that night Put normality to the test I was a little nervous about preforming But I just put my boogie shoes on The only one there who would notice my radical rhythm Was Stevie and he couldn't see what was going on When we went up to accept our award I waved and mumbled under my breath I must of made it sound mighty profound As the crowd all clapped and nodded their heads I really had the best of times that night Partying like it was 1999 Prince wasn't there but who really cares When your behind Beyonce in the Mambo line
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Jan 28, 2014
Jan 28, 2014 at 7:37 AM UTC
My Night At The Grammys
Women’s afl Round 1 Geelong. 3. 6. 24 Collingwood. 3. 5. 23 Bulldogs. 2. 6. 18 Adelaide. 1. 11. 17 Kangaroos. 7. 10. 52 Carlton 2. 4. 16 Fremantle 9. 5. 59 Melbourne 8. 7. 55 Brisbane. 4. 5. 29 GWS. 4. 3. 27 Some very close games Shows that women’s afl can be very exciting not as high scoring as the men but the women played very well Well done to Geelong bulldogs kangaroos Fremantle and Brisbane The champions are upon us today Each game was exciting to play Each team played well but only one winner is allowed Unless it is a draw
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Feb 3, 2019
Feb 3, 2019 at 2:52 AM UTC
womens afl competition of 2019, round 1
We start talking I get to know you We’ve got a lot in common Learning things we never used to Maybe we’re the same Maybe we’re one not two But I’ve just gotta say... [Chorus] I’m not like you You’re not like me We’re not the same We’re different entirely No simple similarities Are ever gonna make me see Maybe we should let it be But the truth is in individuality You’re not like me... We listen to the same music You like the same bands that I do You know who Vanessa Carlton is Michelle Branch too But when you sing You’re singing rock and country And when I sing Its more pop and indie So I think it’s fairly obvious That... [Chorus] I’ll tell you now We’ll never be together Because we’re all flying away Like birds of a different feather So cut us in half Make sure those bonds you do sever No one will ever be like me, no one will ever be like you Not now, not then, not soon, not ever That’s right you’re not my forever I’ll prove you wrong because He’s not we and we’re never to be Never Never Never Never, why... because No one’s like you No one’s like me We’re not the same As anybody else We’re not us We’re you and me Now we’ve gotta help them see Maybe then they’ll let it be But the truth is in individuality You’re not like me... I’m not like you, and we both know I’ll never be You’re not like me, and that will never bother me Because You’re not like me...
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Apr 27, 2014
Apr 27, 2014 at 6:22 PM UTC
You're Not Like Me (Lyrics)
Listening to Dave Grusin, "Mountain Dance," vintage 1979. The thought strikes: "Why is it that only the Early Jazz Giants are deified? Of course, we need Chet Baker and Miles Davis in our pantheon, & Gerry Mulligan & Charlie Parker Not to mention (cue Soupy Sales: "Smack. I told you not to mention that!") Coltrane or Stan Getz. And yet, we're all getting long teeth and there's a lot more Smooth Jazz to come, Post-1950s, take Grusin, for example, or George Benson or Herbie Hancock, and What about Earl Klugh & Larry Carlton? Let's not forget Spyro Gira & The Daves: Benoit and Koz. And we would be remiss To miss Chris, young Chris, Chris - "The Whippersnapper" - Botti. But I digress.
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Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 9:25 PM UTC
"Mountain Dance"
Oh, many bounds I've beaten well, And many more I'll drub, But through this maze I'll take the ways That lead me to the pub. Where worries may be left behind, Where life's despair may fail, Where peace has smiled on pints of mild And blessed the winter ale. Where folk may laugh, where folk may spend A moment free from fear, Where smiles may bless a game of chess Beside two pints of beer. And in my mind I see the bar, The beers' familiar names! The window-seat where old men meet, Where children play their games! Where still you'll find a Sunday lunch On Sunday afternoon, And God's own pie, denoted by A number on a spoon. Oh, many weary miles I've trod, All filled with life's alarms, But in my brains it still remains My local Carlton Arms.
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Sep 24, 2010
Sep 24, 2010 at 9:39 AM UTC
Hymn
I want to wake up when I want And then slowly get to my feet. I want to have a breakfast That is very much like a treat. I want to dawdle over my coffee And take lazy, leisurely stock. And, I want to do all of this Without waking to a clock. For I hate that awful buzzing That it takes to shake me awake. I find the racket ruins dreams And is too much for me to take. I want to sit where late morning Sends its sweet shine in on me While I sup and sip and dine Like a member of royalty. Oh, I am not so snooty myself That I don’t prepare this repast With my own two clever hands And at that, amazingly fast. It’s almost like my hands want To hide from my waking mind That the meal I am having is not Not the made by Ritz-Carlton kind. I want to waken to cognizance In a particularly decadent way. I find it totally disgusting to Rush madly into any given day. I’d sit in smoking jacket and slippers If I had such magazine attire. And if it were chilly upon rising I would magically manifest a fire. Of course I don’t have a fireplace To go right along with plain jammies So instead of brocade robes and such I very short of mystical whammies. I can’t witch up this storybook stuff Of class A, high-class pomposity. But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t wish To have it all appear before me.
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Apr 26, 2016
Apr 26, 2016 at 5:50 AM UTC
DREAM DÉJEUNER
(a story in senryu stanzas) I get migraines. - lucky me - glare can set me off within seconds. I always have a pair of dark, polarized shades with me - it’s a quirk. When I was fourteen, we lived in Shenzhen, China very near Macau. Macau, China, the “Las Vegas” of Asia, is the home of glare. The Ritz-Carlton, has a glittering galaxy of bright chandeliers. Those chandeliers move, their silhouettes change shape - just stab me with a spork. Did I mention the Mirrors? Every wall served to magnify the light. “You look awful,” my mom said - our two week booking became ten minutes. “I just need sunnies, those would work,” then I gasped “I’ll look glamorous!” We changed hotels, but what a small world - my roommate Leong grew up there. We could have passed in the yè shì as teenagers and now we're roommates. . . sunnies = sunglasses (UK slang) yè shì = night market (simplified Chinese)
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Mar 1, 2024
Mar 1, 2024 at 8:55 PM UTC
the home of glare
Y, and a b for ******* the two little idiots Y stands for YMCA The ****** Christian ***** And every day they go around And support each other,,oh yeah Yes, it's so cool to see these people show off You see the big boss from the YMCA And the b for ******** which hang around at the club And they drink their VB, as well as the Carlton draught And also a tooheys blue ad well And also have a nice cold XXXX Watching the skateboards of the tele Then after that, they head to the pub And go crazy on all that beer
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Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 1:34 PM UTC
drinking to replace the christian life of the YMCA
Dr drinkerbocker drinkerbocker Number nine He will drink all his beers in time Let's get the rhythm of the vb Sink it down for me me Get totally ****** you see see Wobble waddle drop drop drop Dr drinkerbocker drinkerbocker Number nine He will drink all his beers in time Let's get the rhythm of the Carlton Get drunk on it and sink it Get totally ****** you see see Wobble waddle drop drop drop Dr drinkerbocker drinkerbocker Number nine He will drink his beers in time Let's get the rhythm of the tooheys Oh man I feel like a tooheys Get totally ****** you see see Wobble waddle drop drop drop Dr drinkerbocker drinkerbocker Number nine He will drink his beers in time Let's get the rhythm of XXXX Get totally ****** while having *** Wobble waddle drop drop drop Dr drinkerbocker drinkerbocker Number nine He will drink his beers in time Let's get the rhythm of Hahn lite We must drink it down like we can fight Wobble waddle drop drop drop You see dr drinkerbocker will drink all this just to get drunk
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Jul 16, 2017
Jul 16, 2017 at 9:09 PM UTC
dr drinker bocker
Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy I love my darling daddy I really do love him He used to watch the cricket with us And we supported Carlton and the raiders oh yeah We went to the YMCA To do holiday programs and camps And my darling daddy Was the camp director Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy Daddy loved to joke with us With his witty sense of humour But mine was pretty good too When as we walked past parliament Saying let’s put our tents up Because it was fun to muck with daddy my dear lovable daddy Now Carlton are playing **** yeah So are they raiders too Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy You see he is now Betty David’s only daughter Daddy daddy daddy Is with dc and Barnsey now Please daddy daddy daddy Show me what kid you wanted me to be I am sorry I fucken punched you It was just my illness yeah Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy You loved to watch shows with mummy And you met your mates every Saturday morn You had a coffee in the arvo And you made a game out of your walking You walked everywhere You inspired everyone yeah Daddy daddy daddy I love my darling daddy I miss you in my family But I still feel you are close
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Mar 30, 2019
Mar 30, 2019 at 7:19 AM UTC
daddy daddy daddy i loved him oh yeah
Hi am bimmy jarnes And I am performing this quarantine concert from my living room with my alcohol pile mr drinkerbocker and my hat rack friend mahatma kote and scarf And my first song is I am a real bludging man Not working anymore Just sitting down alone In my house near my award and sign Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi Relaxing oh yes indeed Then mr drinkerbocker said to mahatma kote n scarf That we must drink as many beers we want oh yeah mate yeah Oh yeah dude, I am real bludging man Then I go to the kitchen To get a can of beer It is like going to the bar, mate But you don’t have to pay You just get drink and sit right down The best way you can Oh yeah dude I am real bludging man Ok thanks and now my action song for you Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind these drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the vb Ready to party with me Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind these drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the Carlton draught Ready to be hungover the next day fast Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the Melbourne bitter While watching your footy team win no crowds Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of blue kamakasi shot To really be cool a lot Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of champagne And go out and play a drinking game Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Thank you and now here is my next song You picked my hat and coat up off the ground and you put a scarf on as the face everybody cheers you on Oh yeah mate yeah You bring the sunflowers in from the backyard and put them at the bottom as the feet He is my best friend I have ever had Never ever arguing with me Mahatma kote n scarf Everything is looking cool Breaking every golden rule Yes mate you are a tool Using coffee to make you feel unreal Yes yes yes mahatma kote and scarf And now here is my award called the National imagination award which I won because I have a cool imagination I won this award one Sunday night In a bar a long time ago Everybody liked me then I was cool I was cheering the loudest I have ever cheered yes this felt great We had roast chicken vegetables and a tasty mud cake For my award is such a great friend Never ever let’s me lose Oh yeah partying in the club is what I enjoyed then I really set fire to this town Number 1 is to find my phone That I lost yesterday Number 2 is to have a shower Putting on cologne Number 3 is the happy hour on your YouTube or Facebook stream When you party and you enjoy it yeah I could really set fire to this room With a cigarette lighter And ok that was it there ain’t no more Unless you come when Corona is over yeah
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May 30, 2020
May 30, 2020 at 9:33 AM UTC
bimmy jarnes living room concert
Hi am bimmy jarnes And I am performing this quarantine concert from my living room with my alcohol pile mr drinkerbocker and my hat rack friend mahatma kote and scarf And my first song is I am a real bludging man Not working anymore Just sitting down alone In my house near my award and sign Aussie Aussie Aussie oi oi oi Relaxing oh yes indeed Then mr drinkerbocker said to mahatma kote n scarf That we must drink as many beers we want oh yeah mate yeah Oh yeah dude, I am real bludging man Then I go to the kitchen To get a can of beer It is like going to the bar, mate But you don’t have to pay You just get drink and sit right down The best way you can Oh yeah dude I am real bludging man Ok thanks and now my action song for you Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind these drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the vb Ready to party with me Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind these drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the Carlton draught Ready to be hungover the next day fast Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of the Melbourne bitter While watching your footy team win no crowds Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of blue kamakasi shot To really be cool a lot Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Mr drinkerbocker mighty fine He will mind his drinks in time Let’s get the rhythm of champagne And go out and play a drinking game Let’s get the rhythm of the mighty fine Party on days go on always loving life Thank you and now here is my next song You picked my hat and coat up off the ground and you put a scarf on as the face everybody cheers you on Oh yeah mate yeah You bring the sunflowers in from the backyard and put them at the bottom as the feet He is my best friend I have ever had Never ever arguing with me Mahatma kote n scarf Everything is looking cool Breaking every golden rule Yes mate you are a tool Using coffee to make you feel unreal Yes yes yes mahatma kote and scarf And now here is my award called the National imagination award which I won because I have a cool imagination I won this award one Sunday night In a bar a long time ago Everybody liked me then I was cool I was cheering the loudest I have ever cheered yes this felt great We had roast chicken vegetables and a tasty mud cake For my award is such a great friend Never ever let’s me lose Oh yeah partying in the club is what I enjoyed then I really set fire to this town Number 1 is to find my phone That I lost yesterday Number 2 is to have a shower Putting on cologne Number 3 is the happy hour on your YouTube or Facebook stream When you party and you enjoy it yeah I could really set fire to this room With a cigarette lighter And ok that was it there ain’t no more Unless you come when Corona is over yeah
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Visiting once more brought the smells all back, Stout, mixed with cigar smoke, maybe. I guess it still lingers; Damp had crept  into the only wall left Burrowing its way in, nesting in the crevices. It must have been 6, maybe 7 years to the day When I got a beer from Seamus at the bar And watched Jack, Billy and Sean down Guinness With all the finesse of  blind dogs. What dogs they were though, the furious three; Piercingly loud they screeched At every dart that narrowly escaped the clutches of the bulls eye And nestled itself in the matted padding of the run-down walls. Even on its last legs, Carlton Vale still kicked with its escaping life; Now it is clear that desire to fight Went away the moment the bulldozer touched that first wall, and All that is left is Billy’s lucky dart Defending its resting place in the centre of my memories.
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Jul 26, 2019
Jul 26, 2019 at 5:33 PM UTC
Billy's Dart