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Red meat men, with lion pride,Fight for, defend, protect us.Only those can we entrustTo fire fight who burn inside.
Only those who burn insideCan we entrust to fight fire.What are the blotches of red paint on the sides?
The face is outlined in red and then the rest of the door is red. The two rectangles are little windows in the door.
Risin' up, back on the streetTook my time, took my chancesWent the distanceNow I'm back on my feetJust a man and his will to surviveSo many times, it happens too fastYou trade your passion for gloryDon't lose your gripOn the dreams of the pastYou must fight just to keep them aliveIt's the eye of the tigerIt's the thrill of the fightRisin' up to the challengeOf our rivalAnd the last known survivorStalks his prey in the nightAnd his fortune must always beEye of the tigerFace to face, out in the heatHangin' tough, stayin' hungryThey stack the oddsStill we take to the streetFor the kill with the skill to surviveIt's the eye of the tigerIt's the thrill of the fightRisin' up to the challengeOf our rivalAnd the last known survivorStalks his prey in the nightAnd his fortune must always beEye of the tiger(Survivor)
Oops. Make that: tiger pride.
No matter, Ricpic. Real men and big cats all in a cat-egory. Great thot your verse.Eye of the Tiger- cat fighting
Stupid cats in the above. Nothing worth fighting over. Like singing ol' Dixie.
Apropos for a fire station, I guess --Tyger, Tyger, burning brightIn the forests of the night,What immortal hand or eyeCould frame thy fearful symmetry?
Balfegor, perhaps that was their inspiration. I can see the guys on "Rescue Me" reciting Blake and Byron in their free time.
The old man is snoringAnd I'm taming the tigger(You can't tame the tigger)Tigger, tigger burning brightNice, kitty kitty(Boring!)Tigger, tigger burning bright(You can't tame the tigger)Oh, be nice, kitty kitty(Boring!)Joni Mitchell
Rilke :His vision, from the constantly passing bars, has grown so weary that it cannot hold anything else. It seems to him there are a thousand bars; and behind the bars, no world. As he paces in cramped circles, over and over, the movement of his powerful soft strides is like a ritual dance around a center in which a mighty will stands paralyzed. Only at times, the curtain of the pupils lifts, quietly --. An image enters in, rushes down through the tensed, arrested muscles, plunges into the heart and is gone.Valery :London - tiger in the zoo - a superb animal, a head of formidible solemnity and that mask one knows, in which there is something Mongolian, regal force, potentiality, an occult look of power, of something that has gone past cruelty, fatality rather; the features of a truly absolute monarch at rest; bored, perilous, loaded: impossible to be more completely tiger than that.Yet this splendid beast crosses, uncrosses, his limbs; from time to time one sees muscles flexing gently under that fulvous mantle streaked with black. The tail is alive. Is he aware of these far displacements? The beast is a sort of empire.The ``sparking off'' of local reflexes - must attempt to decipher the life locked within...Pendulary motion of wild beasts along the grills where their stripes rub the bars.He opens his jaws. Yawns - presence and absence of the tiger's soul, eternally waiting for something to happen...No fierceness: something altogether more formidable - an inexpressible certainty of being deadly.What fullness, faultless egoism, sovereign isolation! The imminence of all that he is worth is upon him...Impossible to be more oneself, more exactly armed, endowed, charged, instructed in all tha concerns being perfectly tiger. Every appetite, temptation, finds its perfect instrument in him ready to hand.(selected paragraphs) Alas, the Rilke was Panther, not Tiger, but still...
unlike my grandfather i never was a poetso i really don't get wm blake with thattyger tyger burning brightin the forests of the night stuffi mean eye and symmetry don't rhyme do theymaybe he's talking about god's creationand how it is impossible for humans to reallyunderstand something as absolute and fierceand alien as a tiger with his tiger outlook and mentalityand decipher the life locked within...great line btw if you look back a bit in these comments and find it...i will tell you having been a cockroachthat humans will --never-- understandthe view from down here underfoot and hiddenand always existing at the marginsof the great human created worldwith its cities and trash and allso what's with a tiger themed firehousei understand about being fierce etcand that firemen are often called on to be sobut the burning bright part might have madethe city fathers a little nervousoh well i guess it related to tammanyamong other things that used to make people nervous about nycof course nowadays nyc is as clean as the driven snowmayor giuliani will be happy to tell you all abouthow he did itso will mayor bloomberg
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