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Oh, they call you Gigolette They say that you’re the Devil’s pet

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They say beware for you destroy
The heart and soul of every boy

They say that your lips are soft and warm
And they say that your touch has a magic charm
But that you’re a butterfly
Flying from guy to guy

Yes, you’re known as Gigolette
A love and them and leave them Gigolette
They say you’re laugh when lovers cry
They say it’s a kiss and then goodbye

They say that your heart is made of stone
And they say stay away, leave you alone
Ah, that you’re a fly by night
Many arms to hold you tight

But it’s too late for me, too late now to forget
I’m under the spell of Gigolette
My chance to run away is past
I’m in your arms at last

So come on and hold me
Oh, hold me close to you
Oh, kiss me, don’t break my heart in two
Tomorrow you’re may be out of sight
But tonight, tonight, tonight, love me Gigolette

Songwriters
ROY ORBISON, JOE MELSON

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The Gigolenes by C.J. Dennis

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Twenty Brisbane girls, known as gigolettes, have been enrolled as foundation members of the Hostesses’ Club. For a modest fee they provide entertainment and pleasant companionship for lonely men.
Long since I had this story true
      From a jolly sailor-man I knew.
   He’d a whiskered face and truthful eyes;
   And I know he wouldn’t tell me lies.
When a ship was wrecked on a tropic isle,
      From seaways distant many a mile,
   Two souls were saved from the fierce sea’s fret —
   A gigolo and a gigolette.
A lonely missionary there
      In matrimony joined the pair,
   Who reared, amid these sylvan scenes,
   A family of gigolenes.
When half a score of years had fled —
      Or maybe more (my sailor said),
   He came there in his own good ship.
   (“Blowed off ‘er course that blinking’ trip”).
And there, upon the sandy shore,
      Was the strangest sight (my sailor swore)
   Man ever seen, so strike him pink
   (“And me not ‘ad a drop o’ drink”).
For standing there in rows an’ rows,
      All tricked out in the queerest clo’es,
   Amid the palms and tropic scenes,
   Were scores of little gigolenes.
And every little gigogirl,
      With perm’nent waves and hair a-curl,
   In Paris models braved the gales,
   Plucked brows and painted finger-nails.
And every little gigolad
      In faultless evening clothes was clad,
   Ties of the very latest wear,
   And dancing pumps and marcelled hair.
They bowed and smirked and said, “Bai Jove!
      Thrice welcome to our tropic grove,
   May we escort you, sailors gay,
   To a supper dance, with cabaret?”
This tale the sailors told to me
      As an instance of heredity.
   And I know he scorned to tell a lie;
   For truth beamed out of his sea blue eye.
First published in The Herald, 4 February 1937;
and later in
The Queenslander, 18 February 1937.

“It’s difficult to think anything but pleasant thoughts while eating a homegrown tomato.” Lewis Grizzard

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“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination – but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

ˆFOTO – HOMEGROWN TOMATOES AT THE BEACHSHACK

The baskets containing the flowers are reminiscent of the canephores from Dionysian rituals: women carrying flowers and a phallus in baskets

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Canephor with a basket

Your voice is a
Canephor with a basket for songs
Coming towards me like a blue dream.
Delicate but strong, 
My silence beats your ears, 
Leaving a trace of love 
Like a fog carved in the air
Or unlike a name carved in an oak tree.
My silence and your voice
Weave new vibrations.
It’s like an embrace.
Whatever I’m touch’d from, 
It clutches my mind.

Dedicated to the singer Bryan Adams.

Marieta Maglas (19-05-1964 / Radauti, Judet Suceava, Romania

“What a kid I got, I told him about the birds and the bees and he told me about the butcher and my wife.” Rodney Dangerfield

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One day Banzan was walking through a market when he overheard a customer ask a butcher for the best piece of meat he had. “Every piece in my shop is the best”, the butcher said. Hearing the butcher’s explanation, Banzan became enlightened.

http://humaninsightsgroup.org/FoodForThought/FFT-20b.html

Don’t make love by the garden gate, love is blind but the neighbors ain’t

http://www.brownielocks.com/lovequotes.html

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“Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing 
and rightdoing there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.

When the soul lies down in that grass
the world is too full to talk about.” 
― Rumi

It is better to be the head of chicken than the rear end of an ox.

– Japanese

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“I hear the cock woke you up.”

Eve choked on her coffee. “What?”

“Not that kind of cock.” Sinead sent a sparkling look over her shoulder. “Though if that’s true as well, good for you. I meant the rooster.”

― J.D. Robb, Indulgence in Death

Beer: Helping ugly people have sex since 1862!

 

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“May the day soon arrive when no fair Australian girl shall be allowed, or even be willing, to help gild the wine cup or beer glass with her attractive, and, alas! her most dangerous presence.”

— Archdeacon Francis Boyce, 1893 (The Drink Problem in Australia)

 

http://users.hal-pc.org/~hkaspar/99beerquotes.shtml

The she-monkey, even if dressed up in silk, remains a monkey.

Aunque la mona se vista de seda, mona se queda

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“The story is even Bill Wilson, a founder of Alcoholics Anonymous, couldn’t overcome the sex monkey on his back, and spent his sober life cheating on his wife and filled with guilt.”

― Chuck Palahniuk

“Coarse rice for food, water to drink, and the bended arm for a pillow – happiness may be enjoyed even in these.”

(Confucius)

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“He’d noticed that sex bore some resemblance to cookery: it fascinated people, they sometimes bought books full of complicated recipes and interesting pictures, and sometimes when they were really hungry they created vast banquets in their imagination – but at the end of the day they’d settle quite happily for egg and chips. If it was well done and maybe had a slice of tomato.”

― Terry Pratchett, The Fifth Elephant

“There’s nothing in the house But a loaf-end of rye, And a harp with a woman’s head Nobody will buy,” And she began to cry.

The Ballad Of The Harp-Weaver

Edna St. Vincent Millay

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“My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me – the humiliation of it – as a soprano.

These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you.”

― Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd

Nobody was playing the soprano saxophone and certainly nobody was trying to do anything with it. So I was all alone. I didn’t know that at first.

– Steve Lacy

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“My music teacher offered twittering madrigals and something about how, in Italy, in Italy, the oranges hang on the tree. He treated me – the humiliation of it – as a soprano.

These, by contrast, are the six elements of a Sacred Harp alto: rage, darkness, motherhood, earth, malice, and sex. Once you feel it, you can always do it. You know where to go for it, though it will cost you.”

― Mary Rose O’Reilley, The Barn at the End of the World: The Apprenticeship of a Quaker, Buddhist Shepherd