Here a line...there a line...

Ever since I statred looking at commercials as more than just a horribly annoying side effect of all the twenty-first century advancement, I have been flabbergasted by some of the really great lines out there.There is a wealth of catchy, suprising, exciting and sometimes provoking lines. However, I wouldn't have believed it if someone told me either so this post is going to include a collection of my favorite commercial tag lines...just so you can see and believe. Also, since my last post promised a poem but I couldn't get the link set up properly I am putting it at the bottom of this post. It's all cell phone commercials.

For your reading enjoyment
(see if you can guess where they all come from..bet you know more than you think...)

Higher standards, lower prices

What you crave

Think outside the bun

Like a good neighbor, state farm is there

We’ll leave the light on for you

When you’re here, your family

All state, you’re in good hands

Where kids have the power

Navy, accelerate your life

America runs on Dunkins

Taste the rainbow

I’m thinking Arby’s

How you want it

Priceless

Stop dreaming, start playing

Sour, sweet, gone

Down on the farm

Give it to the world

There’s a captain in you

You can do it, we can help

Taste the power of the sun

When you need it most

Dirty mouth? Clean it up, with Orbitz

Tastes like a soda, kicks like an energy drink

A nose in need deserves puffs indeed

Very funny

Every kiss begins with K

It’s in the game

Everybody needs a little

Save money, live better

Shouldn’t your baby be a gerber baby?

Mighty putty does it all

Is it in you?

USA, we know drama

Throw boring overboard

Love pink

Lego my ego

Get to it

Pepper in some flavor

Pure life

Nothing works better

Earn your stripes

Sonic good

Color your world, naturally

Come outback tonight

I want to be a toys R us kid

Raising the bar

Eat great, even late

Power to the players

Bazuka zuka bubble gum

Nothing will ever be the same

You All Know What I’m Talking About

Two Hundred and sixty three million mouths sit
On top of four heads under the tree of the knowledge
Of good and evil asking each other on the hour whether anyone
Can hear yet through the whistling
Of kinetic energy humming from Atlanta to Salem

Nobody believes in witches whispering secrets to loudly babbling brooks anymore because America’s largest network makes everyone slightly supernatural.

Nobody that is, except the Amish neighbors who
Glare at me through hemstitched curtains on Wednesdays
Obviously caring that something has started growing out of my head
In the way other mothers care about the sex offender registry

There’s nothing wrong with rollover minutes I tell myself, trying to overcome the expectation of a larger amount of communication, then I in my isolation, can stomach

Five ghosts -- past present future might-have-been and loss--
Stalk the borders of cages built on the goals of middle management
not dissimilar to the ringleader of a nineteen fifties freak show
only this time we can see from both sides of the bars

If only the security of doorbells existed in the polarized lines between invisible cities
we could travel without feathers through the air like in days before the idea of God