Quotes about tawdry
King Of Confidence
She had her mind made up just like her face
She painted in the lines and shadows
She shaded color in that would express
The lonely mood that follows
Love, short and painful and tidy lies in self-defense
She just told a thing or two to the King of Confidence
You said that he could tell her anything
She even held him when he was crying
And made her feel she was the only one
You knew that he was lying when he said he was lying
Love is short and painful, that she finally made sense
Of the love he had for the one and only King of Confidence
It's hard enough to be your lover and alone your confidant
You say you know what I need but you don't know who I want
It's just another tawdry morning now
another tarnished farewell
Your body's tired and complaining now
But you're too tore down to tell
Love is short and painful, all you kind ladies and gents
I spent years and a couple of days as the King of Confidence
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song performed by Elvis Costello
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A Satire, in Imitation of the Third of Juvenal
1Though much concern'd to leave my dear old friend,
2I must however his design commend
3Of fixing in the country: for were I
4As free to choose my residence, as he;
5The Peak, the Fens, the Hundreds, or Land's End,
6I would prefer to Fleet Street, or the Strand.
7What place so desert, and so wild is there
8Whose inconveniences one would not bear,
9Rather than the alarms of midnight fire,
10The falls of houses, knavery of cits,
11The plots of factions, and the noise of wits,
12And thousand other plagues, which up and down
13Each day and hour infest the cursed town?
14 As fate would hav't, on the appointed day
15Of parting hence, I met him on the way,
16Hard by Mile End, the place so fam'd of late,
17In prose, and verse for the great faction's treat;
18Here we stood still, and after compliments
19Of course, and wishing his good journey hence
20I ask'd what sudden causes made him fly
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poem by John Oldham
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I'm not a villain, I've never hurt anyone. I'm just a tawdry character who explodes now and again.
quote by Oliver Reed
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The more wonderful the means of communication, the more trivial, tawdry, or depressing its contents seemed to be.
quote by Arthur C. Clarke
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Far from being the basis of the good society, the family, with its narrow privacy and tawdry secrets, is the source of all our discontents.
quote by Edmund Leach
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The artistic taste of the Catholic priests is appalling and I am most anxious to have a Catholic church in which everything is genuine and good, and not tawdry and ostentatious.
quote by Giles Gilbert Scott
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Demigod and a Demi-Monde
She always looks for the status
and re-examined her blueprint lover.
He doesn't like her disdain
and tawdry damsel's illusive world.
They put the cart before the horse,
Still holding the cart load
and deprived unnecessarily.
To the blushing lovers.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Arrival
And yet one arrives somehow,
finds himself loosening the hooks of
her dress
in a strange bedroom--
feels the autumn
dropping its silk and linen leaves
about her ankles.
The tawdry veined body emerges
twisted upon itself
like a winter wind . . . !
poem by William Carlos Williams
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Autumn Kissed
The brillant orange, it billows-
The tawdry burnt, to brown-
The air 'tis filled with aroma of chestnuts-
And Mesquite wood, fills the breeze, in our town!
'Tis a brillant, crisp, Metamorphis-
As a catapillar to: The Monarch, Butterfly-
It reminds me, of this change, in season-
With the Golden and Dark leaves, blowing in the sky-
poem by Theodora Onken
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Sunset, Christmas Eve
Light's nearly gone
bare trees flare gold
sun descends,
day turns cold.
Old world ends
in a brilliant flash
but from the east
hope springs at last
fresh from a child
drawing first breath,
and the tawdry cycle
of night and day,
the hopelessness
of fear and hate
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poem by Steven Federle
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