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When you no no want eat Lemmon 'cause it no no not taste sweet You should not have sugar candy It's not healthy as can be...Now! There are new Thai Fruits discovered, in the Tropic Jungle heat! All them lovely Thailand Fruits! Make you mouth say" Tutti Fruit, Ah!" All exotic and delicious.. at first one is so suspicious... cause it taste so crazy wild But, even good for baby child... Big banana grow for monkey Yes, Thai Fruits tastes so fun funky! Mango for Bangkok street dancing, All Thai Fruit best for romancing... GrapeFruit great for big-big ape! Thai Fruit, in my my milk-shake! Grow head hairy with Strawberry! Dandy Fruit lovely big Cherry! Melon make wild man go yell... Thai Fruit put you in love spell Guava flavor in coffee Java yes, Thai Tree found in Bahama! Now, we eat up all da fruit, lovely-lovely Melon Fruit! cuase it makes sweet-nectar juice! Cleanse your Healthy body loose! There are new Thai Fruits we eat discover deep in Jungle heat! We love spicy Thailand Fruit! Make you mouth feel Tutti Fruit! "Yum Yum" sez baby child... Get Fruity Now! Sweet & Sour! Hep Hep Hurray! Thai Fruit, yum yum yum! Don't need no *** *** *** Feeling Fruity all over, sensation of all flavor... a brand new taste I now savor .... Mmmmmmmm Deeelicious! Thailand Fruit is now: what we all Favor !!!! Thai Fruit Taste, the one we love... All the many are so nice... Like Mangosteen herb spice We all want Thai Fruit now, is the flavor in our mouth...Sugar Chocolate Candy can go south... ' 'cause dem no don't tastes as sweet... Theres the new Thai Fruit we discover in the Jungle fill with heat! It is the lovely Thai Thai Fruit! Make you go go Tutti Fruit! It is exotic and delicious.. Now no one is suspicious... cause it taste so yummy wild We feel like baby child... Yep, it make all go hog WILD!!! (c) 2009 David Wayne Clare all rights reserved in perpetuity - Intellectual Property use by permission
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 3:00 AM UTC
david-w-clare
The Fruit Poem... for kids
When you no no want eat Lemmon 'cause it no no not taste sweet You should not have sugar candy It's not healthy as can be...Now! There are new Thai Fruits discovered, in the Tropic Jungle heat! All them lovely Thailand Fruits! Make you mouth say" Tutti Fruit, Ah!" All exotic and delicious.. at first one is so suspicious... cause it taste so crazy wild But, even good for baby child... Big banana grow for monkey Yes, Thai Fruits tastes so fun funky! Mango for Bangkok street dancing, All Thai Fruit best for romancing... GrapeFruit great for big-big ape! Thai Fruit, in my my milk-shake! Grow head hairy with Strawberry! Dandy Fruit lovely big Cherry! Melon make wild man go yell... Thai Fruit put you in love spell Guava flavor in coffee Java yes, Thai Tree found in Bahama! Now, we eat up all da fruit, lovely-lovely Melon Fruit! cuase it makes sweet-nectar juice! Cleanse your Healthy body loose! There are new Thai Fruits we eat discover deep in Jungle heat! We love spicy Thailand Fruit! Make you mouth feel Tutti Fruit! "Yum Yum" sez baby child... Get Fruity Now! Sweet & Sour! Hep Hep Hurray! Thai Fruit, yum yum yum! Don't need no *** *** *** Feeling Fruity all over, sensation of all flavor... a brand new taste I now savor .... Mmmmmmmm Deeelicious! Thailand Fruit is now: what we all Favor !!!! Thai Fruit Taste, the one we love... All the many are so nice... Like Mangosteen herb spice We all want Thai Fruit now, is the flavor in our mouth...Sugar Chocolate Candy can go south... ' 'cause dem no don't tastes as sweet... Theres the new Thai Fruit we discover in the Jungle fill with heat! It is the lovely Thai Thai Fruit! Make you go go Tutti Fruit! It is exotic and delicious.. Now no one is suspicious... cause it taste so yummy wild We feel like baby child... Yep, it make all go hog WILD!!! (c) 2009 David Wayne Clare all rights reserved in perpetuity - Intellectual Property use by permission
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Shadows dance on subway walls Through crowded bars and pachinko halls I came equipped for fun and play You dont have to tip but boy you pay The night runs deep when you miss the train After this trip you're never the same I fell into forbidden zones Ancient temples turned into internet shops dial for *** to her cellular telephone Step to the beat invent your own way If you can't dance you've got two left feet What's the difference let your hair down its time to play and dance the... Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Don't dance the... Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Down the street there's a ceremony on It's a cinch when the pink lights on till dawn Get to grips with a ancient kind of street dance Kissing cherry lips or grape or mango Do every dance but NOT the Tokyo Tango Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Zakuza dance Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no D. Clare written in Tokyo
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Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 1:37 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Tokyo Tango
Shadows dance on subway walls Through crowded bars and pachinko halls I came equipped for fun and play You dont have to tip but boy you pay The night runs deep when you miss the train After this trip you're never the same I fell into forbidden zones Ancient temples turned into internet shops dial for *** to her cellular telephone Step to the beat invent your own way If you can't dance you've got two left feet What's the difference let your hair down its time to play and dance the... Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Don't dance the... Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Down the street there's a ceremony on It's a cinch when the pink lights on till dawn Get to grips with a ancient kind of street dance Kissing cherry lips or grape or mango Do every dance but NOT the Tokyo Tango Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Zakuza dance Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no Tokyo Tokyo Tango oh no no no D. Clare written in Tokyo
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The onion, now that's something else its innards don't exist nothing but pure onionhood fills this devout onionist oniony on the inside onionesque it appears it follows its own daimonion without our human tears our skin is just a coverup for the land where none dare to go an internal inferno the anathema of anatomy in an onion there's only onion from its top to it's toe onionymous monomania unanimous omninudity at peace, at peace internally at rest inside it, there's a smaller one of undiminished worth the second holds a third one the third contains a fourth a centripetal fugue polypony compressed nature's rotundest tummy its greatest success story the onion drapes itself in it's own aureoles of glory we hold veins, nerves, and fat secretions' secret sections not for us such idiotic onionoid perfections Wisława Szymborska, translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
ewelina-pochocka
The onion
The onion, now that's something else its innards don't exist nothing but pure onionhood fills this devout onionist oniony on the inside onionesque it appears it follows its own daimonion without our human tears our skin is just a coverup for the land where none dare to go an internal inferno the anathema of anatomy in an onion there's only onion from its top to it's toe onionymous monomania unanimous omninudity at peace, at peace internally at rest inside it, there's a smaller one of undiminished worth the second holds a third one the third contains a fourth a centripetal fugue polypony compressed nature's rotundest tummy its greatest success story the onion drapes itself in it's own aureoles of glory we hold veins, nerves, and fat secretions' secret sections not for us such idiotic onionoid perfections Wisława Szymborska, translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh
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The short-order cook and the dishwasher argue the relative merits of Rilke’s Elegies against Eliot’s Four Quartets, but the delivery man who brings eggs suggests they have forgotten Les fleurs du mal and Baudelaire. The waitress carrying three plates and a coffee *** can’t decide whom she loves more— Rimbaud or Verlaine, William Blake or William Wordsworth. She refills the rabbi’s cup (he’s reading Rumi), asks what he thinks of Arthur Whaley. In the booth behind them, a fat woman feeds a small white poodle in her lap, with whom she shares her spoon. "It’s Rexroth’s translations of the Japanese," she says, "that one can’t live without: May those who are born after me Never travel such roads of love." The revolving door proffers a stranger in a long black coat, lost in the madhouse poems of John Clare. As he waits to be seated, the woman who owns the place hands him a menu in which he finds several handwritten poems By Hafiz, Gibran, and Rabindranath Tagore. The lunch hour’s crowded— the owner wonders if the stranger might share my table. As he sits, I put a finger to my lips, and with my eyes ask him to listen with me to the young boy and the young girl two tables away taking turns reading aloud the love poems of Pablo Neruda.
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Richard Jones
The Diner
The short-order cook and the dishwasher argue the relative merits of Rilke’s Elegies against Eliot’s Four Quartets, but the delivery man who brings eggs suggests they have forgotten Les fleurs du mal and Baudelaire. The waitress carrying three plates and a coffee *** can’t decide whom she loves more— Rimbaud or Verlaine, William Blake or William Wordsworth. She refills the rabbi’s cup (he’s reading Rumi), asks what he thinks of Arthur Whaley. In the booth behind them, a fat woman feeds a small white poodle in her lap, with whom she shares her spoon. "It’s Rexroth’s translations of the Japanese," she says, "that one can’t live without: May those who are born after me Never travel such roads of love." The revolving door proffers a stranger in a long black coat, lost in the madhouse poems of John Clare. As he waits to be seated, the woman who owns the place hands him a menu in which he finds several handwritten poems By Hafiz, Gibran, and Rabindranath Tagore. The lunch hour’s crowded— the owner wonders if the stranger might share my table. As he sits, I put a finger to my lips, and with my eyes ask him to listen with me to the young boy and the young girl two tables away taking turns reading aloud the love poems of Pablo Neruda.
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The chao phraya river song by: David Wayne Clare Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me... along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends... Chorus we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! now... oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens I dig them slant-eyed ****** them sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13! (Miami Hotel) cause they love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! (Harmonica Solo) You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!) Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone... One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own... 'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! Refrain Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Buddha! Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Oh, Bangkok, Thailand... you're my home! (Sharp jumps from river with snied smile... big splash sound...) (c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI Thailand...
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Nov 30, 2014
Nov 30, 2014 at 1:25 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Chao Phraya River
The chao phraya river song by: David Wayne Clare Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me... along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends... Chorus we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! now... oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens I dig them slant-eyed ****** them sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13! (Miami Hotel) cause they love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! (Harmonica Solo) You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!) Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone... One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own... 'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! Refrain Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Buddha! Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Oh, Bangkok, Thailand... you're my home! (Sharp jumps from river with snied smile... big splash sound...) (c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI Thailand...
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*Her prized first bike came out of a breakfast cereal competition. Then sped her around London from lecture to final examination. Twenty years on it was replaced by gleaming white and black carbon. Bought, lacking in memories faster, lighter with a baby seat for Bethan. Fitness, a priority this year swimming in the pool, open water and the sea. Clare selected a running coach cycling home at an ever higher cadence for tea. Happy, with her performance in her very first event as a triathlon novice. A second, saw Clare pedaling faster to race past fellow competitors with ease. In her last competition she was pictured lithe on posters promoting reactive sports glasses. Winning a new Felt racing bike, seats in the VIP stand for the Tour de France finish and her fit lasses-ass*. My congratulations dear hero...
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 10:26 AM UTC
dj-thomas
Tour de France - Clare has won it!
*Her prized first bike came out of a breakfast cereal competition. Then sped her around London from lecture to final examination. Twenty years on it was replaced by gleaming white and black carbon. Bought, lacking in memories faster, lighter with a baby seat for Bethan. Fitness, a priority this year swimming in the pool, open water and the sea. Clare selected a running coach cycling home at an ever higher cadence for tea. Happy, with her performance in her very first event as a triathlon novice. A second, saw Clare pedaling faster to race past fellow competitors with ease. In her last competition she was pictured lithe on posters promoting reactive sports glasses. Winning a new Felt racing bike, seats in the VIP stand for the Tour de France finish and her fit lasses-ass*. My congratulations dear hero...
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And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit By the earthed lightening of flock of swans, Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white, Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads Tucked or cresting or busy underwater. Useless to think you'll park or capture it More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways And catch the heart off guard and blow it open
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Seamus Heaney
Postscript
And some time make the time to drive out west Into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore, In September or October, when the wind And the light are working off each other So that the ocean on one side is wild With foam and glitter, and inland among stones The surface of a slate-grey lake is lit By the earthed lightening of flock of swans, Their feathers roughed and ruffling, white on white, Their fully-grown headstrong-looking heads Tucked or cresting or busy underwater. Useless to think you'll park or capture it More thoroughly. You are neither here nor there, A hurry through which known and strange things pass As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways And catch the heart off guard and blow it open
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Here we go... ooh ah ooh ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ooh ooh wah ah Wah ooh wah ooh *** Wah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh You're my only dream-desire Heat my body in your fire Just don't ever walk away Our's is a love that's meant to stay I can feel in your special kiss Your's is the one face that I'd miss I love everything you do I go crazy when I'm not with you... Cuz I think that... I, I, I... I adore u You're the one I dream of, I adore u The only one that I love, I adore U I need you so much, I adore you Oh I uh I adore u, I always love when you're near I adore u, This attraction's severe I adore u, So baby come here I adore U I adore U I adore U You're the one I'm waiting for The only one I do adore A warm and truly specail love Heaven sent you from above I'm not this use to letting go So now it's best to let you know You tell me this is what you feel This time I know love is for real... Cuz I think that... I, I, I... I adore u You're the one I dream of, I adore u The only one that I love, I adore U I need you so much, I adore you Oh I uh I adore u, I always love when you're near I adore u, This attraction's severe I adore u, So baby come here I adore U ooh ah ooh ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ooh ooh wah ah Wah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh -- (c) In perpetuity  All Rights Reserved David John Clare  Clairvoyant Music/BMI --
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
david-w-clare
I Adore You!
Here we go... ooh ah ooh ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ooh ooh wah ah Wah ooh wah ooh *** Wah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh You're my only dream-desire Heat my body in your fire Just don't ever walk away Our's is a love that's meant to stay I can feel in your special kiss Your's is the one face that I'd miss I love everything you do I go crazy when I'm not with you... Cuz I think that... I, I, I... I adore u You're the one I dream of, I adore u The only one that I love, I adore U I need you so much, I adore you Oh I uh I adore u, I always love when you're near I adore u, This attraction's severe I adore u, So baby come here I adore U I adore U I adore U You're the one I'm waiting for The only one I do adore A warm and truly specail love Heaven sent you from above I'm not this use to letting go So now it's best to let you know You tell me this is what you feel This time I know love is for real... Cuz I think that... I, I, I... I adore u You're the one I dream of, I adore u The only one that I love, I adore U I need you so much, I adore you Oh I uh I adore u, I always love when you're near I adore u, This attraction's severe I adore u, So baby come here I adore U ooh ah ooh ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ooh ooh wah ah Wah ooh ah ooh ah ooh ah ooh -- (c) In perpetuity  All Rights Reserved David John Clare  Clairvoyant Music/BMI --
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The chao phraya river song by david john clare Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) 1 Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me... along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends... chorus 'cause we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home ! 2 now...Oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens I dig them slant-eyed ****** Them Sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13! 'cause they love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! (Harmonica Solo) 3 You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!) Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone... One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own... 'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home ! Refrain Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Buddha! Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phrya River, Chao Phraya River... Oh, Bangkok you're my home! (Big smiling shark jumps from river with switchblade knife in between teeth...) fin (c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI Thailand...
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Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:27 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Bangkok Theme Song NEW
The chao phraya river song by david john clare Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) Down by the River (echo-ee, a Capella) 1 Down By the River, don't dive in, them sharks are real-damn-mean but, that's where you'll find me... along with buzzards, ******** and kumoi dope fiends... chorus 'cause we love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home ! 2 now...Oriental Asian Ladies, Thailand's **** Siam queens I dig them slant-eyed ****** Them Sticky cat-faced chicks on Soi 13! 'cause they love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're my home ! (Harmonica Solo) 3 You'll find me trashed one morning (smashed!) Iced-down in China Town; all crying alone... One day I'll never leave here (Lord!) Unless an Esan Girl might claim me for her own... 'cause I love that ***** water ... oh oh oh Bangkok, Thailand; you're our home ! Refrain Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Buddha! Chao Phraya River, Chao Phraya River... Chao Phrya River, Chao Phraya River... Oh, Bangkok you're my home! (Big smiling shark jumps from river with switchblade knife in between teeth...) fin (c) in perpetuity, David John Clare Clairvoyant Music BMI Thailand...
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Do not stand           By my grave, and weep.      I am not there,           I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night.      Do not stand           By my grave, and cry—      I am not there,           I did not die. — Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
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Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 4:47 PM UTC
nat-lipstadt
Immortality by Clare Harner, 1934
Do not stand           By my grave, and weep.      I am not there,           I do not sleep— I am the thousand winds that blow I am the diamond glints in snow I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle, autumn rain. As you awake with morning’s hush, I am the swift, up-flinging rush Of quiet birds in circling flight, I am the day transcending night.      Do not stand           By my grave, and cry—      I am not there,           I did not die. — Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934
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Live through me vicariously... My rich neighbors got upset Sycophantic ******** pretentious jet-set I am the pariah the iconoclast blasted by rumors, iron-curtain of suburbia hurtin' tuff darts pointed at me Think young it's only the vicissitudes That control your mood and attitude Am I gay? Your wife doesn't think so! Go ahead live through me vicariously... D. Clare
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 6:20 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Live Through Me
Live through me vicariously... My rich neighbors got upset Sycophantic ******** pretentious jet-set I am the pariah the iconoclast blasted by rumors, iron-curtain of suburbia hurtin' tuff darts pointed at me Think young it's only the vicissitudes That control your mood and attitude Am I gay? Your wife doesn't think so! Go ahead live through me vicariously... D. Clare
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Let's watch the fights see who wins ***** politicians quack doctors spin I will sue you in court of law My sneaky lawyer will find a flaw Get off my property or I call the hoggs Then you get bitten by my cyber dog You wanna arm wrestle or fight **** or dance? I'll show you who wears the pants My car is faster than your old stage Drive you in the ditch in a bout of road rage Rockem Sockem Robots will soon be the contagion of hate in the coming age... D. Clare
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Feb 18, 2015
Feb 18, 2015 at 9:34 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Rockem Sockem Robots
Let's watch the fights see who wins ***** politicians quack doctors spin I will sue you in court of law My sneaky lawyer will find a flaw Get off my property or I call the hoggs Then you get bitten by my cyber dog You wanna arm wrestle or fight **** or dance? I'll show you who wears the pants My car is faster than your old stage Drive you in the ditch in a bout of road rage Rockem Sockem Robots will soon be the contagion of hate in the coming age... D. Clare
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An immigrant from County Clare brought to this harsher clime- Phoebe Prince, an Irish lass, a gentle heart and mind. First used, and then discarded by one boy, then another.- Object of the mean girl’s scorn the consummate "outsider"   On her last day alive                                                                                                                                                         They hounded her from school. The girl they called the “Irish **** disgraced and played the fool. Her sister, Lauren, found her body hanging lifeless in the hall. Befriended by nobody Phoebe chose to end it all And on the day they held her wake Those monsters held their dance A debutante cotillion for a troop of soulless tramps. She’s buried here in County Clare because the Ocean's waves protect her from the harpies who drove her to her grave
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Jan 14, 2012
Jan 14, 2012 at 10:56 PM UTC
john-f-mccullagh
A Girl named Phoebe
An immigrant from County Clare brought to this harsher clime- Phoebe Prince, an Irish lass, a gentle heart and mind. First used, and then discarded by one boy, then another.- Object of the mean girl’s scorn the consummate "outsider"   On her last day alive                                                                                                                                                         They hounded her from school. The girl they called the “Irish **** disgraced and played the fool. Her sister, Lauren, found her body hanging lifeless in the hall. Befriended by nobody Phoebe chose to end it all And on the day they held her wake Those monsters held their dance A debutante cotillion for a troop of soulless tramps. She’s buried here in County Clare because the Ocean's waves protect her from the harpies who drove her to her grave
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Hello Sam my name is Sam too How do you do? Sam means same in Sanskrit which means we are on the same script Signs signals books music communication everywhere We are brothers from different mothers So then why don't we understand each other? D. Clare
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 5:07 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Im the Same as You
Hello Sam my name is Sam too How do you do? Sam means same in Sanskrit which means we are on the same script Signs signals books music communication everywhere We are brothers from different mothers So then why don't we understand each other? D. Clare
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(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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Dec 1, 2014
Dec 1, 2014 at 2:28 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Big Mouth Surgery
(truck-drivers, bar-boozers, loser-bar yokles, blue-collar rednecks will all love this smash hit song!!!) Rockin country genre "Big Mouth Surgery"       (by david John Clare) (rockin' country drunk hick juke-box mix) Wow!  She sure does talk a lot... could almost cause a riot But we don't get... just what she's trying to say We could hear her fine before... when she used to be quiet Guess all them new school-words get in the way We took her to see... a gypsy-psychic-magician But he wanted more... than we could pay So we took her down to see... our local town physician And here's what old doc... had to say Boys... "She needs Big Mouth Surgery" Her tongue is on the blink She just talks, sqwacks and talks some more 'Cause she don't know how to think So please don't be stallin' Her brain is now corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' And she just can't ''shut-up!" Big Mouth Surgery Cause no pills seem to work Hurry please now doctor Before she drives us all berserk Big Mouth Surgery But will it work without a doubt? Better make it a lobotomy Before she starts to shout! (solo) Our reputations are expensive While her talk is **** cheap You just can't tell her nothin' 'Cause a secret she can't keep No one seems to know What the fuss is all about We're just waitin' for her brain To catch up with her mouth She needs Big Mouth Surgery Her mind is on the blink She always talks, talks and talks all day Why can't she just please stop & think? So please don't be stallin' Her head is all corrupt Can't you see that she has fallen' Her fat-mouth can't shut-up! Big Mouth Surgery We need to find her a shrink Hurry please there doctor Before she drives us all to drink Big Mouth Surgery She's heard north, east, west & south Who gave her brain a laxative? Got diarrhea of the mouth! Big Mouth Surgery No pill can take effect Hurry please now doctor She is a mental wreck Our minds: she made us loose Her words: just seem to ooze It's so hard: to take a snooze We just drown all-day in ***** Beer, Whisky, Wine & ***** . . . To wash away our ear-ache blues! Yip Yip Zip Lip!  ...Yee Haw! (c) 2009    David Wayne Clare CLAIRVOYANT MUSIC / BMI all rights reserved in perpetuity
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By: David W. Clare When it comes to shopping here's your key! Don't bother walking Targets aisle number three... There is no competition anywhere! Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear... Walmart is around every corner just for you! 24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see... Prices so low; it's all almost free! Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night... Walmart offers parking under a big spot light! Friendly attendants will treat you right... The best security anywhere around! Why bother shopping at any other place in town? Crock Pots over on aisle 17! ...the best way to save money I've ever seen! Walmart, Walmart! Now you're shopping smart! Your right at Home at Walmart ! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Dec 30, 2016
Dec 30, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
david-w-clare
The Walmart Poem
By: David W. Clare When it comes to shopping here's your key! Don't bother walking Targets aisle number three... There is no competition anywhere! Whether you need a loaf of bread, tools or underwear... Walmart is around every corner just for you! 24 hours and a dozen smiles easy to see... Prices so low; it's all almost free! Toasters, fans, beds, loafers, bikes... Clean bathrooms open up for you all day and night... Walmart offers parking under a big spot light! Friendly attendants will treat you right... The best security anywhere around! Why bother shopping at any other place in town? Crock Pots over on aisle 17! ...the best way to save money I've ever seen! Walmart, Walmart! Now you're shopping smart! Your right at Home at Walmart ! (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Better stop and think, you should watch your step be careful what you say, don't want to get me upset just button your lip, no need to leave a tip time to dummy up, go away now and get yourself hip better pack it up, go live with your mom the life i choose is a bit too strong take on a wild girl like me, the kind they say many just hate us a **** i couldn't give, hey boy i'm not your waitress "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your inflatable dolly or sweet lovely waitress" i'm sick and tired of your simple mind can't you tell by now, you're a waste of time dont push me around, the envelope you've stretched it my name's not Natalie Step and Fetch-it this kinda of scene is ill for mental health you want something? then go get it yourself take on a power girl like me, the type they say many only hate us a crap i couldn't give, hey boy i'm not your waitress "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your waitress" i'm sick and tired of your idiot mind cant you tell by now, to me you're a waste of time dont push me around, the envelope you've stretched it please dont grab at me or slap my hot **** *** im not interested in you, an old poor white stupid trash too bad, you look confused and so hungry fool i wouldn't serve you well: it takes more than any money can do listen up! "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause no no no ... i don't work for free "I'm no not some cheap waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your missy prissy kiss kiss kissy  wa wa wa waitress" fa fa fa fug-off jocko **** "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** doh doh waitress"  no no oh oh whoa ... ...I'm not your waitress! © 2009 david clare  clairvoyant music / BMI    all rights reserved
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:53 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Im not your Waitress
Better stop and think, you should watch your step be careful what you say, don't want to get me upset just button your lip, no need to leave a tip time to dummy up, go away now and get yourself hip better pack it up, go live with your mom the life i choose is a bit too strong take on a wild girl like me, the kind they say many just hate us a **** i couldn't give, hey boy i'm not your waitress "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your inflatable dolly or sweet lovely waitress" i'm sick and tired of your simple mind can't you tell by now, you're a waste of time dont push me around, the envelope you've stretched it my name's not Natalie Step and Fetch-it this kinda of scene is ill for mental health you want something? then go get it yourself take on a power girl like me, the type they say many only hate us a crap i couldn't give, hey boy i'm not your waitress "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your waitress" i'm sick and tired of your idiot mind cant you tell by now, to me you're a waste of time dont push me around, the envelope you've stretched it please dont grab at me or slap my hot **** *** im not interested in you, an old poor white stupid trash too bad, you look confused and so hungry fool i wouldn't serve you well: it takes more than any money can do listen up! "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause no no no ... i don't work for free "I'm no not some cheap waitress" no oh whoa ... "I'm not your missy prissy kiss kiss kissy  wa wa wa waitress" fa fa fa fug-off jocko **** "I'm not your waitress" hey, get your eyes off me "I'm not your mommy" don't touch me. cause i don't work for free "I'm no not some **** doh doh waitress"  no no oh oh whoa ... ...I'm not your waitress! © 2009 david clare  clairvoyant music / BMI    all rights reserved
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"How one behaves will determine what one behalves." D. Clare
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Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 3:40 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Behaviour quote
"How one behaves will determine what one behalves." D. Clare
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The Sukhumvit Rap   by David John Clare Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom!   Well, she come in to Na Na town on dah midnight sky train, anonymous esan girl she a mysterious Bangkok dame Out of the nite shadows she will walk and magically appear, I'm telling you fresh forang you got some awful things to fear right here She can slave your mind in a minute without talk so lyrical, she's a modern Thai freak, a ****** miracle First She opiates his mind then double you'll see will loose all sense of time and then the trouble will be She knows what she is doing, her instincts are cold Forang men they surrender and just do what they are told Beyond the like of a dibbie girl as you are a sucker for her date she will leave your mind and body in a wicked deadly state A jealous girlfriend could now completes the scene as you walk back to your short time room near Pat Pong soi cowboy libertine...   If you get near her you hear the voice of a Thai Siren Don't you look at her don't you touch you'll start cryin' If you dare embrace her fool you will think you found a rare Silom Road Jem or Jewel? She can tear your heart out and she will do it with your own **** tool !   Tell The brothers not to look the wink of her eye, tell all of the brothers not to watch her WINK!   You can tell by her moves and the slit under her dress she is a one trick thai pony ahead of you by her breast She got a photographic smile Greta garbo movie hair She can tear any man down with that Siamese cat like looking stare... Don't look into her eyes she'll control you blind you want to wine and dine her? ha, it is your mind she will sixty nine Shell try her best to allure you so now don't concede cuz if you touch her now boy your heart will bleed It is a hell of way to take a Thailand vacation but remember this; there is no way of ever stopping this ****** man killer creation.   Tell The brothers not to watch the wink of her eye, tell all of the brothers not to watch her WINK! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! WINK!   (c) 2010 Clairvoyant Music / BMI Los Angeles CA USA  all rights in perpetuity by the author
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Jan 3, 2015
Jan 3, 2015 at 12:08 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Bangkok Rap
The Sukhumvit Rap   by David John Clare Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom!   Well, she come in to Na Na town on dah midnight sky train, anonymous esan girl she a mysterious Bangkok dame Out of the nite shadows she will walk and magically appear, I'm telling you fresh forang you got some awful things to fear right here She can slave your mind in a minute without talk so lyrical, she's a modern Thai freak, a ****** miracle First She opiates his mind then double you'll see will loose all sense of time and then the trouble will be She knows what she is doing, her instincts are cold Forang men they surrender and just do what they are told Beyond the like of a dibbie girl as you are a sucker for her date she will leave your mind and body in a wicked deadly state A jealous girlfriend could now completes the scene as you walk back to your short time room near Pat Pong soi cowboy libertine...   If you get near her you hear the voice of a Thai Siren Don't you look at her don't you touch you'll start cryin' If you dare embrace her fool you will think you found a rare Silom Road Jem or Jewel? She can tear your heart out and she will do it with your own **** tool !   Tell The brothers not to look the wink of her eye, tell all of the brothers not to watch her WINK!   You can tell by her moves and the slit under her dress she is a one trick thai pony ahead of you by her breast She got a photographic smile Greta garbo movie hair She can tear any man down with that Siamese cat like looking stare... Don't look into her eyes she'll control you blind you want to wine and dine her? ha, it is your mind she will sixty nine Shell try her best to allure you so now don't concede cuz if you touch her now boy your heart will bleed It is a hell of way to take a Thailand vacation but remember this; there is no way of ever stopping this ****** man killer creation.   Tell The brothers not to watch the wink of her eye, tell all of the brothers not to watch her WINK! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! Boom boom bah smoke yaba bah bah bah boom! WINK!   (c) 2010 Clairvoyant Music / BMI Los Angeles CA USA  all rights in perpetuity by the author
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Yes, I was in Thailand prison for many several months for visa overstay Then deported, my plans were thwarted to teach school to help dek dek (Thai word for children) What the hell heck? Why the penalty? I'm not the enemy! The weird thing I saw was the nicest guys were in prison camp too, what bad did they do? All the inmates were good to each other; an odd array of global brothers It was fun to play bamboo broom guitar like I was the jail house rock star "Play some more rock-n-roll for us!" they would shout. Felt young, no mirror to see my wild un-flattered looks Wrote my best songs on empty pages in old tattered books The Thai warden was nice to me, gave me coconut cookies for free (He had no front teeth!) I made each man jump and work out... Kids age 16 to amputee All cheered for my creativity... The day I was released, they all rushed to cry to say our farewells and goodbyes I had more fun in Thailand prison then now that I am back in USA, funny huh? Camaraderie is a true commodity! God bless Thai children who told me they loved me, while USA kids throw rocks at me! True story D. Clare I love Bangkok #1 Am Dop Nueng!
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Sep 23, 2015
Sep 23, 2015 at 9:56 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Thailand Prison Camp
Yes, I was in Thailand prison for many several months for visa overstay Then deported, my plans were thwarted to teach school to help dek dek (Thai word for children) What the hell heck? Why the penalty? I'm not the enemy! The weird thing I saw was the nicest guys were in prison camp too, what bad did they do? All the inmates were good to each other; an odd array of global brothers It was fun to play bamboo broom guitar like I was the jail house rock star "Play some more rock-n-roll for us!" they would shout. Felt young, no mirror to see my wild un-flattered looks Wrote my best songs on empty pages in old tattered books The Thai warden was nice to me, gave me coconut cookies for free (He had no front teeth!) I made each man jump and work out... Kids age 16 to amputee All cheered for my creativity... The day I was released, they all rushed to cry to say our farewells and goodbyes I had more fun in Thailand prison then now that I am back in USA, funny huh? Camaraderie is a true commodity! God bless Thai children who told me they loved me, while USA kids throw rocks at me! True story D. Clare I love Bangkok #1 Am Dop Nueng!
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I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second’s enough for them to start being something else. Their trademark: they don’t repeat a single shape, shade, pose, arrangement. Unburdened by memory of any kind, they float easily over the facts. What on earth could they bear witness to? They scatter whenever something happens. Compared to clouds, life rests on solid ground, practically permanent, almost eternal. Next to clouds even a stone seems like a brother, someone you can trust, while they’re just distant, flighty cousins. Let people exist if they want, and then die, one after another: clouds simply don't care what they're up to down there. And so their haughty fleet cruises smoothly over your whole life and mine, still incomplete. They aren't obliged to vanish when we're gone. They don't have to be seen while sailing on. Wisława Szymborska, translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
ewelina-pochocka
Clouds
I’d have to be really quick to describe clouds - a split second’s enough for them to start being something else. Their trademark: they don’t repeat a single shape, shade, pose, arrangement. Unburdened by memory of any kind, they float easily over the facts. What on earth could they bear witness to? They scatter whenever something happens. Compared to clouds, life rests on solid ground, practically permanent, almost eternal. Next to clouds even a stone seems like a brother, someone you can trust, while they’re just distant, flighty cousins. Let people exist if they want, and then die, one after another: clouds simply don't care what they're up to down there. And so their haughty fleet cruises smoothly over your whole life and mine, still incomplete. They aren't obliged to vanish when we're gone. They don't have to be seen while sailing on. Wisława Szymborska, translated from the Polish by Stanisław Barańczak and Clare Cavanagh.
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I met a poor girl from the slums of manila She was sweeter than a cone of ice cream her skin prettier than chocolate her kiss pure vanilla Of her now I dream alone She could make my heart sing a love verse Prettier than the new miss universe She has a young daughter Some one else all ready got her Why did he run away? She lives ten thousand miles away If only I had met her yesterday Now I'm bummed I want that poor girl from the slums She never ask for anything or can afford to pay no bills Never heard of Beverly hills Scrubs toilets for food in tattered old dress Still I'd love to undress and caress The poor girl from the slums... D. Clare
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Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:07 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Girl from the Slums
I met a poor girl from the slums of manila She was sweeter than a cone of ice cream her skin prettier than chocolate her kiss pure vanilla Of her now I dream alone She could make my heart sing a love verse Prettier than the new miss universe She has a young daughter Some one else all ready got her Why did he run away? She lives ten thousand miles away If only I had met her yesterday Now I'm bummed I want that poor girl from the slums She never ask for anything or can afford to pay no bills Never heard of Beverly hills Scrubs toilets for food in tattered old dress Still I'd love to undress and caress The poor girl from the slums... D. Clare
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Gone, gone, gone… Want me, want me, want me Gone, gone, gone… Want me, want me, want me... It's out of sight and out of mind, Now no more me, you're out of time Just be glad for what we had, That's too bad, Love is so sad Tomorrows no good as the day before, There's no way I'll ever give you more Strike while the irons hot or you'll never know what you could have got Stop calling me, face the fact now you've failed the test I was the best, you can have the rest, Just got to get it off, get it off my chest Don't wait till I'm gone to want me, cause if you do I won't want you! Don't wait till I'm gone to try and find me, you'll only find that we are through! Don't wait till I'm gone to want me Don't wait till I'm gone Wait till I'm Gone Till I'm Gone I'm Gone! (The Anagram of MARRIAGE = A GRIM ERA) & (The Anagram of I WANT A DIVORCE = WEIRD VACATION) © In Perpetuity All Rights Reserved By The Author: D. Clare
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 7:49 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Don't Wait till I'm Gone (to want me!)
Gone, gone, gone… Want me, want me, want me Gone, gone, gone… Want me, want me, want me... It's out of sight and out of mind, Now no more me, you're out of time Just be glad for what we had, That's too bad, Love is so sad Tomorrows no good as the day before, There's no way I'll ever give you more Strike while the irons hot or you'll never know what you could have got Stop calling me, face the fact now you've failed the test I was the best, you can have the rest, Just got to get it off, get it off my chest Don't wait till I'm gone to want me, cause if you do I won't want you! Don't wait till I'm gone to try and find me, you'll only find that we are through! Don't wait till I'm gone to want me Don't wait till I'm gone Wait till I'm Gone Till I'm Gone I'm Gone! (The Anagram of MARRIAGE = A GRIM ERA) & (The Anagram of I WANT A DIVORCE = WEIRD VACATION) © In Perpetuity All Rights Reserved By The Author: D. Clare
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Girl from commotes Nov 4th 2009 Philippines She was the easiest to be with The dreamiest one i adore How can i find her once more? When shes on some distant shore In the Philippines... in the islands lost in time... Girl cute girl and her mom Far away is she now still I cry to find try to somehow try to be with her if only in my mind... Girl from commotes Cutest girl from the Philippines Wait for me I adore you... She asked did you write these songs? Your songs are really good! Can I live with you and your mom? She replied we'd like that! Love me, love my mom too! Girl I love to never be without you Girl from commotes south Philippines south of cebu... Dave Clare
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 11:54 AM UTC
david-w-clare
Girl from Commotes
Girl from commotes Nov 4th 2009 Philippines She was the easiest to be with The dreamiest one i adore How can i find her once more? When shes on some distant shore In the Philippines... in the islands lost in time... Girl cute girl and her mom Far away is she now still I cry to find try to somehow try to be with her if only in my mind... Girl from commotes Cutest girl from the Philippines Wait for me I adore you... She asked did you write these songs? Your songs are really good! Can I live with you and your mom? She replied we'd like that! Love me, love my mom too! Girl I love to never be without you Girl from commotes south Philippines south of cebu... Dave Clare
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By: David W. Clare The bad ones are good  The good ones are bad  I've been had... Philippines Girl! So easy to be with  So hard to leave  Feels right to love them  (The *** ain't for free!) She knows my desire tempestuously Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed...(Philippines Girl) She's love starved tonight  For the money she'll cry I'm flying through clouds to that blue Asian sky... Up for the lust of a Philippines girl And desire of the tropical whirl... whirl... whirl... wind... (Philippines Girls!) The bad ones are good  The good ones are bad  I've been had...Philippines girls! So easy to be with  So hard to leave  So wrong to love them (Their charms aren't for free!) She's hungry tonight  For her love I will try I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie... She's all I desire tempestuously Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.  She was love starved that night  When I said good-bye I'm now far away from that dark Asian sky All for the lust of Philippines girls Wanting so real That tropical world! D. Clare (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:51 PM UTC
david-w-clare
Philippines Bad Girls
By: David W. Clare The bad ones are good  The good ones are bad  I've been had... Philippines Girl! So easy to be with  So hard to leave  Feels right to love them  (The *** ain't for free!) She knows my desire tempestuously Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed...(Philippines Girl) She's love starved tonight  For the money she'll cry I'm flying through clouds to that blue Asian sky... Up for the lust of a Philippines girl And desire of the tropical whirl... whirl... whirl... wind... (Philippines Girls!) The bad ones are good  The good ones are bad  I've been had...Philippines girls! So easy to be with  So hard to leave  So wrong to love them (Their charms aren't for free!) She's hungry tonight  For her love I will try I'm hungry right now for some sweet cherry pie... She's all I desire tempestuously Her slave I became for her sick hungry greed.  She was love starved that night  When I said good-bye I'm now far away from that dark Asian sky All for the lust of Philippines girls Wanting so real That tropical world! D. Clare (C) In perpetuity all rights reserved (P) FilmNoirWorks
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