Linux Songs Poems: 214 of 719 |
I B M
U B M
We all B M
For I B M!!!!
-- H.A.R.L.I.E.
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Linux Songs Poems: 215 of 719 |
I can live without
Someone I love
But not without
Someone I need.
-- "Safety"
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Linux Songs Poems: 216 of 719 |
I can see him a'comin'
With his big boots on,
With his big thumb out,
He wants to get me.
He wants to hurt me.
He wants to bring me down.
But some time later,
When I feel a little straighter,
I'll come across a stranger
Who'll remind me of the danger,
And then.... I'll run him over.
Pretty smart on my part!
To find my way... In the dark!
-- Phil Ochs
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Linux Songs Poems: 217 of 719 |
I can't complain, but sometimes I still do.
-- Joe Walsh
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Linux Songs Poems: 218 of 719 |
I don't know what Descartes' got,
But booze can do what Kant cannot.
-- Mike Cross
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Linux Songs Poems: 219 of 719 |
I don't need no arms around me...
I don't need no drugs to calm me...
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I need anything at all!
All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall.
-- Pink Floyd, "Another Brick in the Wall", Part III
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Linux Songs Poems: 220 of 719 |
I don't wanna argue, and I don't wanna fight,
But there will definitely be a party tonight...
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Linux Songs Poems: 221 of 719 |
I don't want a pickle,
I just wanna ride on my motorsickle.
And I don't want to die,
I just want to ride on my motorcy.
Cle.
-- Arlo Guthrie
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Linux Songs Poems: 222 of 719 |
I gave my love an Apple, that had no core;
I gave my love a building, that had no floor;
I wrote my love a program, that had no end;
I gave my love an upgrade, with no cryin'.
How can there be an Apple, that has no core?
How can there be a building, that has no floor?
How can there be a program, that has no end?
How can there be an upgrade, with no cryin'?
An Apple's MOS memory don't use no core!
A building that's perfect, it has no flaw!
A program with GOTOs, it has no end!
I lied about the upgrade, with no cryin'!
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Linux Songs Poems: 223 of 719 |
I get up each morning, gather my wits.
Pick up the paper, read the obits.
If I'm not there I know I'm not dead.
So I eat a good breakfast and go back to bed.
Oh, how do I know my youth is all spent?
My get-up-and-go has got-up-and-went.
But in spite of it all, I'm able to grin,
And think of the places my get-up has been.
-- Pete Seeger
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