Nov 01, 2005 19:26
if anyone knows or comes across any writing (poems, songs, prose etc) about objects or collection please let me know. i'm looking at the subjects quite broadly so any suggestions would be appreciated and shall be investigated. also, anything written from the point of view of an object would be interesting. thank you.
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Such a clean machine
With the pistons a pumpin’
And the hub caps all gleam
When I’m holdin’ your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When my hand’s on your grease gun
Oh it’s like a disease son
I’m in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
Get a grip on my boy racer rollbar
Such a thrill when your radials squeal
Told my girl I’ll have to forget her
Rather buy me a new carburetor
So she made tracks sayin’
This is the end now
Cars don’t talk back
They’re just four wheeled friends now
When I’m holdin your wheel
All I hear is your gear
When I’m cruisin’ in overdrive
Don’t have to listen to no run of the mill talk jive
I’m in love with my car
Gotta feel for my automobile
I’m in love with my car
String back gloves in my automolove
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And I hope I got many more,
All because little Molly
Sees that it's well cared for.
Well, the spark plugs spark, the carburetor carbs,
The pistons do what they're supposed to do,
Ooh, and little Molly keeps it lubricated all the time.
If anything gets a little out of kilter,
Here's how to fix it right away:
Reach down and give a little jiggle,
Everything will be OK.
Well, the spark plugs spark, the carburetor carbs,
The pistons do what they're supposed to do,
Ooh, and little Molly keeps it lubricated all the time.
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Bandiera rossa, bandiera rossa
Avanti o popolo, alla riscossa,
Bandiera rossa trionferà.
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Evviva il comunismo e la libertà!
Degli sfruttati l'immensa schiera
La pura innalzi, rossa bandiera,
O proletari, alla riscossa
Bandiera rossa trionferà.
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Il frutto del lavoro a chi lavora andrà.
Dai campi al mare, alla miniera,
All'officina, chi soffre e spera,
Sia pronto, è l'ora della riscossa.
Bandiera rossa trionferà.
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Soltanto il comunismo è vera libertà.
Non più nemici, non più frontiere,
Sono i confini rosse bandiere.
O comunisti, alla riscossa,
Bandiera rossa trionferà.
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Bandiera rossa la trionferà
Evviva il communismo e la libertà!
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