I don’t care if it rains or freezes long as got my plastic Jesus sitting, on the dashboard of my car. Comes in colors pink and pleasant; glows in the dark cause it’s iridescent; take it with you, when you travel far. Get yourself a pink Madonna dressed in rhinestones; sitting on a pedestal, of abalone shell. God almighty, I aint scary - cause I got the Virgin Mary... Assuring me, that I won’t go to hell.
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Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink...
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A victory! To leave your loneliness panting behind you on some street corner while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas, luminous pink petals that have never felt loneliness, no matter how slowly they fell.
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He kissed me. A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs.
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The very pink of perfection.
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THE AMERICAN WAY OF LIFE. Even what they eat and drink, these palefaces who don't know what wine is ... their ugliness ... their pink sausage ...
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If winds are the spirit of the sky's ocean, the clouds are the texture. Their is easily the most uninhibited dominion of the earth. Nothing in physical shape is too fantastic for them. They can be round as apples or as fine as string, as dense as a jungle, as wispy as a whiff of down, as mild as puddle water or as potent as the belch of a volcano. Some are thunderous anvils formed by violent up drafts from the warm earth. Some are ragged coattails of storms that have passed. Some are stagnant blankets of warm air resting on cold. I have seen clouds in the dawn that looked like a pink Sultan with his pale harem maidens and a yellow slob of eunuch lolling impotent in the background.
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They're great songwriters in the tradition of the Beatles and Pink Floyd. Their songs are beautiful and filled with all sorts of wonderful textures. It's all very emotional and moving. It's the first outside project I've ever produced.
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If I had my life to live over I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
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Oh, welcome to this world of fools, of pink champagne and swimming pools, where all you have to lose is your virginity. Perhaps you'll have some fun tonight, just stick around and take a bite, of life. We don't need feebleness in this proximity.
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How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were here
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Sometimes the gods have no taste at all. They allow sunrises and sunsets in ridiculous pink and blue hues that any professional artist would dismiss as the work of some enthsiastic amateur who'd never looked at a real sunset. This was one of those sunrises. It was the kind of sunrise a man looks at and says, 'No real sunrise could paint the sky Surgical Appliance Pink.' Nevertheless, it was beautiful.
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[We use] the arts to help people with mental health issues back into the mainstream and having a patron of the stature of Roger Waters will help us immensely. Roger was born and brought up in Cambridge and, through his work and life with Syd Barrett in the early days of Pink Floyd, has a good understanding of the enormous difficulties that mental illness can cause.
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Slow buds the pink dawn like a rose From out night's gray and cloudy sheath; Softly and still it grows and grows, Petal by petal, leaf by leaf.
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The pink ribbon is an official trademark of the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation, and as such the foundation has the exclusive rights to use the mark in Canada and authorize its use by others. We haven't authorized the use by this coalition who's doing this campaign and it's something we're concerned about and we are investigating.
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When I played ball, I didn't play for fun. . . . It's no pink tea, and mollycoddles had better stay out. It's a contest and everything that implies, a struggle for supremacy, a survival of the fittest.
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking and racing to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in the relative way, but you are older and shorter of breath and one day closer to death
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Sing
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For me, the summer will be pure gray - mother-of-pearl gray, very pale gray. To me, this is the big statement for summer. Then we have light blue, light turquoise, lots of pink.
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Pink All I'm saying is that if I ever start referring to these as the best years of my life - remind me to kill myself.
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I've always felt that animals are the purest spirits in the world. They don't fake or hide their feelings, and they are the most loyal creatures on Earth. And somehow we humans think we're smarter - what a joke. I wish every person was forced to know and learn and experience the horrors that these animals go through at the cost of our trends.
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Don't drink and drive they say. That's why I ride a bike!
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Was it love, or was it the thought of being in love?
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And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking. Racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older. Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
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For long you live and high you fly, For smiles you give and tears you cry, For all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be.
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Let's talk about the pink locker room.
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Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
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Did you exchange a walk-on part in a war, for a leading role in a cage?
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Black fella talkin to a white fella: Dear white fella, when I'm born I'm black. When I grow up I'm black. When I'm cold I'm black. When I go in the sun I'm black. When I'm sick I'm black, and when I die I am STILL black.
And you white fellas, you're born pink, you grow up white, when you're cold you're blue, when you're in the sun your red, when you're sick you're green and when you die you turn grey... and you call ME colored!
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For long you live and high you fly and smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry and all that you touch and all that you see is all your life will ever be.
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