Penicillin was discovered by accident, unlike napalm.
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Reggae Accident
Reggae accident
By: lucas p. gravell
1993
-- spoken:
Okay now, get ready heres your part. now listen to me.
It was a reggae accident
I said a reggae accident
I cant here you
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
A reggae accident
Now make room for the band
A reggae accident
Here they come here they come
A reggae accident
I say make room for them
A reggae accident
Ha ha, look out now
It was a reggae accident
A reggae accident
This is not a political statement
Nor is it a farce
In the land of the great bald bird
The rasta man is sparse
He does not like our urban jungle
Or our capitalistic nightmare
He does not believe in auto insurance
Mon I dont believe that is fair
It was a reggae accident
Four rastas in a rambler
A reggae accident
They came from out of nowhere
A reggae accident
They were smoking some spliff cigars
A reggae accident
They totaled out my car
I lost the case that sealed my fate
Last week in municipal court
The judge ruled for rasta restitution
Of a most peculiar sort
Now theres four stoned faces at my dinner table
And my wife wonders how come
She does not mind the extra mouths to feed
As much as she minds those after dinner drums
We sing was a reggae accident
Four rastas eating pasta
A reggae accident
Pass the parmesan please
A reggae accident
How does a rasta spell relief
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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Napalm A Moral Burning Agony: Napalm Use In War
fly by death from sky predators
from biplanes to bombers jets;
rockets atomic to smart bombs drones
soon to be controlled by hand phones;
a new fashion emerged during Vietnam war conflicts
fly by death from sky indiscriminately slinging bullets;
at innocent farmhands soon to be bad rebel insurgents
understandably collateral damage boasted recruitments;
hearts and minds lost pissed-off rebel native survivors
shot at from canopy safety of bullet-resistant cockpits;
rocket-throwing demon whirlybirds that blew up homes
while zooming in upon tick prey flesh and blood targets;
napalm lit up the landscape carpet bombing killed cockroaches
with undesirable communist ideology fast cured tendencies;
pleased with research backroom boys at Dow; US army sources
original napalm wasn't so hot it was scraped off by quick gooks;
burning in agony trying to preserve their lives in their lands
just adding polystyrene made napalm sticks like s-hit to blankets;
but if salvation water was saving grace close by; in target areas
jumping under water stopped napalm burning for lucky gooks;
blessed to live on with hell fire flesh eaten serious burns
blackened roasted bombed again among friendship corpses;
white phosphorus was added to inhumane napalm recipes
evolution perfection makes napalm B burn better relentless;
just one dropp is enough discovered our research Dow boys
it keeps right on burning through flesh right down to bones;
phosphorus poisoning will kill any chance gook survivors
original napalm usually burned for hell only 15 to 30 seconds;
napalm B enhanced test boasting can burn for up to 10 minutes
chemists at Harvard University first develop synthetic napalms;
to burn Germans Japanese during 1942 for U.S. Armed Forces
Dow Chemical Company proudly surpassed Harvard efforts;
manufactured napalm B from 1965 to 1969 for US armed forces
news reports leaked describing napalm B's deadly disfiguring effects;
were published poor Dow Chemical experienced customer boycotts
of all products its recruiters chemical engineers produced leapers;
International law evolved prohibits use of napalm incendiaries
not against military targets but against civilian populations;
United Nations Convention on Certain Conventional Weapons
CCW in 1980 banned use against innocent civilian populations;
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ten Grey hairs and a silver one
I discovered my first grey hair
when I was Seventeen years old
It had to do with broken up my first relationship
I discovered my second grey hair
when I was Twenty years old
It had to do with the quarrels at home
I discovered my third grey hair
when I was Twenty-one years old
It had to do with searching for work
I discovered my fourth grey hair
when I was Twenty-three years old
It had to do with loosing my job
I discovered my fifth grey hair
when I was Twenty-five years old
It had to do with giving up my unborn child
I discovered my sixth grey hair
When I was Twenty-eight years old
It had to do with opening my pub
I discovered my seventh grey hair
When I was thirty years old
It had to do with giving birth to my daughter
I discovered my eight grey hair
When I was thirty –two years old
It had to do with the first day at the kinder garden school
I discovered my ninth grey hair
When I was thirty-four years old
It had to do with to find out that some thing was missing
I discovered my tenth grey hair
When I was thirty-five years old
It had to do with the fights between my sisters and mum
My one Silver hair I discovered lately
Has to do with you
Because I miss you so hard …
poem by Pascale Ost
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXXXII: Accident
It’s not a terrorist attack
It’s not a battle of war
It’s just an accident
It’s not natural disaster
It’s not global tragedy
It’s just an accident
It’s not a conspiracy theory
It’s not a character murder
It’s just an accident
It’s not a careless mistake
It’s not a wrong decision
It’s just an accident
It’s not a misfortune
It’s not a twisted fate
It’s just an accident
It’s not a planned piracy
It’s not a suicide party
It’s just an accident
It’s not a mechanical failure
It’s not a human error
It’s just an accident
It’s not a crash
It’s not a downfall
It’s just an accident
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Napalm Star
You're the Napalm Star
Climbing ladders
Hopping across platforms
Running the many distances
Hang on to the rail
Hang on to the side
Blast away evil
We're waiting for you to weather the storm, Napalm Star
Myself as well as many others
The mavericks know who you are
The mavericks would love to make you a part of the stars
We're counting on you
Napalm Star
You're a good one
Napalm Star
poem by Justin Gildow
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The Most Complex Of All The Symptoms Of Impossible Loving...
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of enchantment waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of enchantment waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of refinement waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of refinement waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of threshold waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of threshold waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of splendour waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of splendour waiting to be discovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of enchantment waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of enchantment waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of refinement waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of refinement waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of threshold waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of threshold waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new kind of splendour waiting to be recovered
Flowing secretly between heaven and earth always is
A new form of splendour waiting to be recovered...
SÃO PAULO_JUN/2006
poem by Hedilberto Ferreirah
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Nuclear Is Safe? No They Lied To You
A list of non classified nuclear disasters
chalk one up for Chalk River Canada
rating 5 a “reactor shutoff rod failure,
combined with several operator errors,
led to a major power excursion of more
than double the reactor's rated output
at AECL's NRX reactor” then a big deal.1952
Entrant two Windscale Pile United Kingdom
rating 5 a “Release of radioactive material to
the environment following a fire in a reactor
core.” Toast a good year for nuclear disasters.1957
graphite core of a British nuclear “[weapons
programme] reactor at Windscale, Cumberland
(now Sellafield, Cumbria) caught fire, releasing
substantial amounts of radioactive contamination
into the surrounding area.” Radioactive fire.
A warm welcome to entrant three. Kyshtym
Russia rating 6 a “Significant release of
radioactive material to the environment
from explosion of a high activity waste tank.” 1957
Please all welcome contestant one back
Chalk River Canada (rating?) “Due to
inadequate cooling a damaged uranium
fuel rod caught fire and was torn in two.” 1958
Champagne pops cheer another good year
Vinč a Yugoslavia (rating?) “During
a subcritical counting experiment a power
buildup went undetected - six scientists
received high doses.” What detailed detail? 1958
Applause please for our first American entry
Santa Susana Field Laboratory US (rating?)
“Partial core meltdown.” Sounds serious.
Tick one deep operations public cover up.1959
Time to take a nice country waltz in a US county
Westinghouse Waltz Mill Westmoreland County
(rating?) a core melt accident in a test reactor? 1960
Looks like American is going for a hat trick
Charlestown US (rating?) “Error by a worker
at a United Nuclear Corporation fuel facility
led to an accidental criticality”. Human error? 1964
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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Its Your Turn
Up here on the ledge
Up here on the ledge
Im getting pushed to the edge
Im getting pushed to the edge
People line up behind me to step into my shoes,
People line up behind me to step into my shoes,
Up here in the precipice
Up here in the precipice
Im getting close to my nemesis
Im getting close to my nemesis
People fighting each other to jump into my blues
People fighting each other to jump into my blues
Theres a young kid inside me somewhere
Theres a young kid inside me somewhere
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies,
He stays up all night, a vampire that never dies,
With the blood and the moon in his eyes
With the blood and the moon in his eyes
I hear his voice when Im comin down,
I hear his voice when Im comin down,
Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise,
Sleep is for fools, whe never see the sunrise,
Who never get to live twice.
Who never get to live twice.
I was a face in a magazine,
I was a face in a magazine,
When you were still playin with your plasticine,
When you were still playin with your plasticine,
Now youre doggin my tail, ridin the slipstream,
Now youre doggin my tail, ridin the slipstream,
You can take the fans and the enemies
You can take the fans and the enemies
The little girls who squeeze and tease
The little girls who squeeze and tease
Then pass on their social disease,
Then pass on their social disease,
Go get your penicillin.
Go get your penicillin.
I know you young and dumb,
I know you young and dumb,
I know where youre comin from.
I know where youre comin from.
Dont know where youre goin to,
Dont know where youre goin to,
But I bin there same as you,
But I bin there same as you,
Youre running out of ideas,
Youre running out of ideas,
And new hats to try on.
And new hats to try on.
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song performed by Who
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Androcles and the Lion
ANDROCLES AND THE LION
Every verse acts as shell for fair moral, a skel -
eton which we expand when councilling,
wanton worries dispel, (we can scan well and spell) ,
through transcendent end line linking illing!
Lordly lion’s large jaws are unused, like his paws,
'til his lady striped zebra’s sent spilling,
then he rages and roars, rips raw prey with sharp claws,
but it's mostly to show flesh is willing.
In the main, mighty mane and earthshaking refrain
give the lie - ‘spite his timbre so thrilling,
for with pride by his side he can set pride aside,
letting others continue the killing.
Every night by lush well loud flush larynx will swell,
while at jungle rill thirstily swilling,
yet all know very well ‘tis to show lioncel
how to act, an example instilling.
One should prowl nightly, bell, howl with high decibel,
or else growl, which is simply spine-chilling,
while by day to keep well one should sleep for a spell,
as hot tropical sun is too grilling.
So we feel all should find feline father is kind,
especially when cubs are a-milling,
though stay out of the sight of his mate or she might
take a fancy to you for her filling!
There’s a story some tell, (here in verse we excel) ,
truth from falsehood intent on distilling,
of a slave, Androcel, and a snell lioncel,
those retracting the facts are cavilling.
Yellow leo once dwelt in a duned desert dell,
often hunted from den to treed hilling,
till with bellowing yell on sharp ratchel once fell,
deep wound sent harp tuned voice a-shrilling!
From fore-pad Androcel pulled sore spill, soothing swell,
using prehistoric penicillin,
feral fears swiftly quelled, they as friends said farewell,
thus Destiny’s wishes fulfilling!
Between Mount El Carmel and the vill of Bethel,
where years later his travels were willing,
on his way it befell footpads armed with cudgel
ambushed him in the midst of their pilling!
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Homo Erectus
(kinky friedman & panama red)
I left barber college
Searchin for knowledge,
Went to the university.
I must confess, sir
This lady professor
She turned me on to anthropology.
Now Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Dear doctor howard
Come down from your tower
And join me for lunch at the y.
Although youre thirty
I still think youre pretty
Lets give it that good ole college try.
cause Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Ok!
Hey jomo kenyatta
No, no, youre not a
Australopithecine boogieman.
Its took us a jillion
But were all still here, been
Boogeyin since boogeyin began.
And Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
You know that Im a homo erectus
Got to connect this
Bone that I discovered yesterday.
Tyrannosaurus
Lived in the forest,
Died because its heart got in the way.
Im but a homo erectus
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Nature Bound
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
Says who you poor,
You aren't poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Says who you poor,
For discovered not fully discerns,
Nature bound says eyes.
Be alive says nature bound,
Be alive says nature bound.
poem by Bunmi Orogun Samuel
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The Carroll County Accident
Carroll countys pointed out as kind of square
The biggest thing that happens is the county fair
And I guess thats why it seemed like such a big event
What we all call the carroll county accident
The wreck was on the highway just inside the line
Walter browning lost his life and for a time
It seemed that mary ellen jones would surely die
But she lived long enough for her to testify
Now walter browning was a happy married man
And he wore a golden wedding ring upon his hand
But it was gone nobody knew just where it went
Hed lost it in the carroll county accident
Mary ellen testified he flagged her down
Said he was sick and could she drive him into town
And no one even doubted what she said was true
Cause she was well respected in the county too
Now I went down to see the wreck like all the rest
The bloody seats, the broken glass, the tangled mess
But I found something no one else had even seen
Behind the dash in marys crumpled up machine
A little matchbox circled by a rubberband
And inside the ring from walter brownings hand
And it took a while to figure out just what it meant
The truth about the carroll county accident
By dark of night I dropped the ring into a well
And I took a sacred oath that I would never tell
The secret of the carroll county accident
Cause the county ordered dad a marble monument
I lost him in the carroll county accident
song performed by Dolly Parton
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An Accidental Man
(music: marillion lyrics: john helmer)
I was taught from the much too young
To never give myself away
Yes I was taught for every secret
Theres a price you have to pay
An accident of gender
An accident of birth
That holds me to this point of view
This time and place on earth
This time and place on earth
You ask me how Im feeling
I only wish you knew
How hard it is for me to share
Share those kind of things with you
Its not that I dont love you
Its just I cant connect
cause I was taught from much too young
To shine and not reflect
Im an accidental man
You ask me if Im happy
I only wish I knew
cause happiness is not something
That I ever learned to do
Its not that Im complaining
Its all the same to me
If everything that happens, happens
Accidentally
Im an accidental man
I was taught for every secret
Theres a price you have to pay
I was thought from much too young
To never give myself away
I was born to worthy causes
I was born to take the reins
I was taught from much too young
To never give myself away
An accident of gender
An accident of birth
That holds me to this point of view
This time and place on earth
So try and understand if
I dont say all I can
A stranger to myself I am
An accidental man
Im an accident
Im an accidental man
song performed by Marillion
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Anger.... what does it mean to me?
Anger isn't just a feeling, an emotion to detain. Anger is an action that desires the true intentions to burst forth from their towers and let be to roam about for it's own destiny. An action so precise that it with holds the power of concept of it's own imagination to soar. An action so horrid that an army has to refrian it's actions to stop before and 'accident' must occur. But is it an accident? If you purposely try to harm the uninnocent, and morely to the innocent, is it still just an accident? There are two sides to this question..................
Yes, because anger can build up for almost an entire life but one day it will break free and sometimes at the wrong person atthe wrong time in front of the wrong people. These accidents can come out completely wrong and then you are left ashamed and wit-minded. Whomever pushes the buttoms of a very ppeaceful person is only asking for trouble so therefore, no one expects any one to sit in a corner and take all of the stress with out acting out. It is just unsafe and unhealthy to the person itself!
And no it is not an accident because most people can control their temper, it just depends on te person and the moment it takes place in and the amount of anger excluded. The human temper is short, but once you go that short distance, you can sometimes hold out for awile longer. And once you notice that your temper level is getting too high, you tend to act on it by doing something regretful towards either the person causing the anger or the wrong person in general.
So anger is just more than that of an emothion, it is a feeling and an action. It only goes soul deep.......
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V. Count Guido Franceschini
Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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I'm An Idiot
what a dumbass i am
I can't even rhyme these words
What a dumbass i am
I love napalm death
Even though napalm death sucks
Sucks large balls
Megadeth is way better
I hang out in malls
I'm an idiot
I watch looney tunes
I'm an idiot
I don't go to church
I'm an idiot
I like to smoke chairs
I'm an idiot
Shoot me please
I can't get a girlfreind
Because i suck
I like to screw goats
What a dumbass i am
I'm an idiot
I watch looney tunes
I'm an idiot
I dont go to church
I'm an idiot
I like to smoke chairs (don't ask me how)
I'm an idiot
Shoot me please!
song performed by Nine Inch Nails
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Self-Immolation Petrol Sprinkle Sacrificial Meals
burning with self fire now need to get sacrifices done
for people carpet bombed napalm burned nowhere to run
self-immolation petrol sprinkle with sacrificial meals
people targeted with no knight champion to rescue lives
when day night rain fire comes flesh burns never survives
we bronze monks setting self on fire peace protester screams
killing sacrificial victims is an old tradition modern bombs
burning with napalm fire ashes in wind were once eyes thumbs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Tom Zart's 52 Best Of The Rest America At War Poems
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III
The White House
Washington
Tom Zart's Poems
March 16,2007
Ms. Lillian Cauldwell
President and Chief Executive Officer
Passionate Internet Voices Radio
Ann Arbor Michigan
Dear Lillian:
Number 41 passed on the CDs from Tom Zart. Thank you for thinking of me. I am thankful for your efforts to honor our brave military personnel and their families. America owes these courageous men and women a debt of gratitude, and I am honored to be the commander in chief of the greatest force for freedom in the history of the world.
Best Wishes.
Sincerely,
George W. Bush
SONS AND DAUGHTERS OF WORLD WAR III
Our sons and daughters serve in harm's way
To defend our way of life.
Some are students, some grandparents
Many a husband or wife.
They face great odds without complaint
Gambling life and limb for little pay.
So far away from all they love
Fight our soldiers for whom we pray.
The plotters and planners of America's doom
Pledge to murder and maim all they can.
From early childhood they are taught
To kill is to become a man.
They exploit their young as weapons of choice
Teaching in heaven, virgins will await.
Destroying lives along with their own
To learn of their falsehoods too late.
The fearful cry we must submit
And find a way to soothe them.
Where defenders worry if we stand down
The future for America is grim.
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Steamroller Blues
(words & music by taylor)
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll all over you
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll all over you
Im gonna inject your soul
With sweet rocknroll, poor heaven
Im a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Im a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
A hefty hunk, steaming junk
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll over you
Im a steamroller baby
Im bout to roll over you
Im gonna inject your soul
With some sweet rocknroll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Im a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Im a napalm-bomb
Guaranteed to blow your mind
If I cant have your love now baby
There wont be nothing left behind
song performed by Elvis Presley
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Steamroller
Well, i'm a steamroller, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
Yes, i'm a steamroller now, baby
I'm bound to roll all over you
I'm gonna inject your soul with some sweet rock 'n roll
And shoot you full of rhythm and blues
Well, i'm a cement mixer
A churning urn of burning funk
Yes, i'm a cement mixer for you, baby
A churning urn of burning funk
Well, i'm a demolition derby (yeah)
A hefty hunk of steaming junk
Now, i'm a napalm bomb, baby
Just guaranteed to blow your mind
Yeah, i'm a napalm bomb for you, baby
Oh, guaranteed, just guaranteed to blow your mind
And if i can't have your love for my own (now)
Sweet child, won't be nothing left behind
It seems how lately, baby
Got a bad case steamroller blues
song performed by James Taylor
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