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You Came To Spend The Night

You came...
To spend the night!
I didn't think...
One night would last forever.
And,
You came...
To spend that night.
I didn't think...
You and me.
COULD BANG!

Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Could bang.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Bang!
Ka-bang!
COULD BANG!

Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Could bang.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Bang!
Ka-bang!

You came...
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
To spend the night!
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
I didn't think,
You and me would ever...

COULD BANG!

Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Could bang.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Ka-bang!
Bang!
Ka-bang!

Could bang,
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.

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Beast Of Beats

Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-t it.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bo m.
Tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.

It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
T it-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.

Do you wanna a beat,
That will beat the beast of beats?
Well...
How about this beat,
Bom-bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.

It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.
T it-tit-tit-tit.
Bom-bom.

It's a feeling felt with patting feet,
And done by all the people.
Ooo bom-bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.
It's the beast of beats.
Bom-bom.
Tit-tit-tit-tit-tit.
Bom -bom.
It's the bigger of the beats.
Bom-bom.

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A-Rat-A-Tat-Tat.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'

No more do I eat fried fat back.
Or smothered pork chops,
To put pounds on my thighs...
Butt or back!
Biscuits are my weakness,
So I ain't touching that.

Neck bones I leave alone.
And other greasy meats,
I don't eat.
I prefer to ignore that,
And them I don't condone!
Too sleazy for me.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'
You got it!
'A-rat-a-tat...
Tat-tat-tat.'

I do my best to eat fresh vegetables.
With a prepared fresh salad...
Adding fruits and nutts,
To keep my energy up!

Lots of exercise I do!
And conscious to take naps.
With meditation and deep breathing...
To keep my body sleek.
Everyday of the week!

With a diet less treated by soft drinks,
And preprocessed sweets.
I do what I can to be energized...
And my eyes kept open wide,
No aches and pains I'm going to sigh.

'A-rat-a-tat-tat.'

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Fair Play

Fair play to you
Killarneys lakes are so blue
And the architecture Im taking in with my mind
So fine...
Tell me of poe
Oscar wilde and thoreau
Let your midnight and your daytime turn into love of life
Its a very fine line
But youve got the mind child
To carry on
When its just about to be
Carried on...
And theres only one meadows way to go
And you say geronimo
Theres only one meadows way to go
And you say geronimo
A paperback book
As we walk down the street
Fill my mind with tales of mystery, mystery...
And imagination
Forever fair
And Im touching your hair
I wish we could be dreamers
In this dream, ohhh
Let it dream
And theres only one meadows way to go
And you say geronimo
And theres only one meadows way to go
And you say geronimo
Fair play to you
Killarneys lakes are so blue
High-ho silver, tit for tat
And I love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat
And I love you for that, love you for that, love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat, tit for tat
And I love you for that
High-ho silver, tit for tat, hah!
Yeah, yeah
And I love you for that
And theres only one meadows way to go
And i, and I say geronimo
And theres only one meadows way to go
And we say geronimo
Geronimo
And theres only one meadows way to go
And we say geronimo
And theres only one meadows way to go
And we say geronimo
Fair play to you

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More Tit and Less Tat For That

More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.

Mouths shut all ears open.
All eyes wide and fixed.
These times are being removed,
From the hands of misfits.
Get over it!
Split or take a hike.
Whatever you like.
But the infighting enjoyed has spiked.
The days we live are not for children,
Who sling mud and love to back bite!

More tit and less tat for that.
That tat needs to step back.
Unwinding it,
Does not sit too well,
With all that's going on...
Whirpooling itself straight to hell.

You better snap reality back and quick.
Your sickness is about to get dismissed.
Whether or not you can handle...
It
The honesty of your ways that has created,
Your dismay!

Long before 911 became a condition,
To prolong in assisting in keeping your fears fantisized...
Whose quality of life has your ignorance supported?
Whose lies do you cling to as if in devotion?
Whose truth do you despise...
Yet ignored to create your own commotion.
And why...
Do you continue to allow your life this slide?
Into a cesspool you ride with glee.
That may not trouble you!
But there are many I see,
Who are in total disbelief!
As you wish to play tit for tat.
Your sickness has made you react like that!

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The Drum

I'm a beautiful red, red drum,
And I train with the soldier boys;
As up the street we come,
Wonderful is our noise!
There's Tom, and Jim, and Phil,
And Dick, and Nat, and Fred,
While Widow Cutler's Bill
And I march on ahead,
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum -
Oh, there's bushels of fun in that
For boys with a little red drum!

The Injuns came last night
While the soldiers were abed,
And they gobbled a Chinese kite
And off to the woods they fled!
The woods are the cherry-trees
Down in the orchard lot,
And the soldiers are marching to seize
The booty the Injuns got.
With tum-titty-um-tum-tum,
And r-r-rat-tat-tat,
When soldiers marching come
Injuns had better scat!

Step up there, little Fred,
And, Charley, have a mind!
Jim is as far ahead
As you two are behind!
Ready with gun and sword
Your valorous work to do -
Yonder the Injun horde
Are lying in wait for you.
And their hearts go pitapat
When they hear the soldiers come
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And a tum-titty-um-tum-tum!

Course it's all in play!
The skulking Injun crew
That hustled the kite away
Are little white boys, like you!
But 'honest' or 'just in fun,'
It is all the same to me;
And, when the battle is won,
Home once again march we
With a r-r-rat-tat-tat
And tum-titty-um-tum-tum;
And there's glory enough in that

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From The Autobiography Of A Famous Man 2

i was born in a cradle
made of gold
my father was the king of Tut
he married the princess of Tat
and the bore eleven children
all named Tat 1, Tat 2, Tat 3,
Tat 4 for the girls
and Tut 5, Tut 6, and so on
and so forth for the boys,
I was named Tut 8
King Tut thinks that I am a lucky child
being the 8th
everything in me goes up
but Queen Tat believes otherwise
like Tat 2 my name as Tat 8
sounds like a
bad toothache.
This is the story of
my birth.

(Proceed to the next Chapter
for the Story of my Childhood)

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Cackleseed

They do a cackleseed before a run done.
They plant their gossip with a stinging of their tongues.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.
The ones who gossip for the sport and fun of it.
And in strict 'confidence...
Juicy tea is pour on those who get no pity that's omitted.

Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With no benefit of facts.
No matter where they cackle at.

Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.

Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.
With no benefit of facts,
And no matter where they cackle at.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.

Cackleseeders do their chatting,
With dirt to unpack.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.
Cackleseeding like maidens chatting chit to chit chat.
With a tit for tat while knitting something gritty to unwrap.

They do a cackleseed before a run done.

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Turn The Beat Around (Def Classic Mix)

Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Blow horns you sure sound pretty
Your violins keep movin' to the nitty gritty
When you hear the scratch of the guitars scratchin'
Then you'll know that rhythm carries all the action, so
Woah yeah
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Flute player play your flute 'cause
I know that you want to get your thing off
But you see I've made up my mind about it
It's got to be the rhythm, no doubt about it, woah woah
'Cause when the guitar player start playing
With the syncopated rhythm, with the scratch, scratch, scratch
Makes me wanna move my body yeah, yeah, yeah
And when the drummer starts beating that beat
He nails that beat with the syncopated rhythm
With the rat, tat, tat, tat, tat, tat on the drums, hey
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Love to hear it
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn it up, turn it up, turn it upside down
Turn the beat around
Love to hear the percussion
Turn it upside down
Love to hear the percussion

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Pearl Necklace

Perhaps the velvet tick-tock aired submission
Submerging discretion
With blinking magenta magnetically pulsating
Winter fuel thrusts
Of what savoring, sensual licorice lust
Or was it the lick-able planets emerging so hard
That brought my S.O.S erect
What peaks, what curves, candy-filled peppers
But weak devil exit troll me no more
Not for, for sure lactating pure
Must sweet where sweet once played
Divine defines this racing array
Of peanut-butter cups fully denoted
Dually exploded
Command it per bandit, tit, tit, tit, tit
What air
What ere
Why share my ware, this black ectoplasm
Spasmodic as the sun swims away
Your hot pearly necklace
And then there's grapefruit.

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Dispatch Me From the Batch

Dispatch me from the batch,
Of those who wish a rematch back...
To patch relationships that cracked.
As if life lived is meant for that!

I want,
True happiness.
I need,
To feel ecstatic...
In romantic graphic snatches,
That does not leave a single scratch.
Or a fighting done with a tit for tat!

I hope,
For a love that's known.
To be,
Shared and known.
And feel...
It always there,
To grow with two who are aware.

Dispatch me from the batch,
Of those who wish a rematch back...
To patch relationships that cracked.
As if life lived is meant for that!

I want,
True happiness.
I need,
To feel ecstatic...
In romantic graphic snatches,
That does not leave a single scratch.
Or a fighting done with a tit for tat!

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Noises of Joy

If you want to make noise.
Make the noises of joy!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!
They less annoy.

Too many backsliders on a ride,
That has driven many right out of their minds.

Too many entwined with crime,
That mankind finds and blinds!

There seems more hopelessness surviving.
More folks who are conniving in slime.
Just to have a pity party with those who tit for tat!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!
They less annoy.

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!
They less annoy.

Too many backsliders on a ride,
That has driven many right out of their minds.

Too many entwined with crime,
That mankind finds and blinds!

There seems more hopelessness surviving.
More folks who are conniving in slime.
Just to have a pity party with those who tit for tat!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!
They less annoy.

If you want to make noise,
Make the noises of joy!

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Changes

Come on come on I see no changes wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living should I blast myself?
Im tired of bein poor and even worse Im black
My stomach hurts so Im lookin for a purse to snatch
Cops give a damn about a negro pull the trigger kill a nigga hes a hero
Give crack to the kids who the hell cares one less ugly mouth on the welfare
First ship em dope & let em deal the brothers
Give em guns step back watch em kill each other
Its time to fight back thats what huey said
2 shots in the dark now hueys dead
I got love for my brother but we can never go nowhere
Unless we share with each other we gotta start makin changes
Learn to see me as a brother instead of 2 distant strangers
And thats how its supposed to be
How can the devil take a brother if hes close to me?
Id love to go back to when we played as kids
But things changed, and thats the way it is
[bridge w/ changing ad libs]
Come on come on thats just the way it is thingsll never be the same
Thats just the way it is aww yeah
[repeat]
I see no changes all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under I wonder what it takes to make this
One better place, lets erase the wasted
Take the evil out the people theyll be acting right
cause both black and white is smokin crack tonight
And only time we chill is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other
And although it seems heaven sent we aint ready, to see a black president, uhh
It aint a secret dont conceal the fact
The penitentiarys packed, and its filled with blacks
But some things will never change
Try to show another way but you stayin in the dope game
Now tell me whats a mother to do bein real dont appeal to the brother in you
You gotta operate the easy way
I made a g today but you made it in a sleazy way
Sellin crack to the kid. I gotta get paid,
Well hey, well thats the way it is
[bridge]
[talking:]
We gotta make a change...
Its time for us as a people to start makin some changes.
Lets change the way we eat, lets change the way we live
And lets change the way we treat each other.
You see the old way wasnt working so its on us to do
What we gotta do, to survive.
And still I see no changes cant a brother get a little peace
Its war on the streets & the war in the middle east
Instead of war on poverty they got a war on drugs so the police can bother me

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Queen Bitch

Duh pu thu ku kun ba pa ta da da
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Im up on the eleventh floor
And Im watching the cruisers below
Hes down on the street
And hes try hard to pull sister flo
Oh, my hearts in the basement
My weekends at an all time low
cause shes hoping to score
So I cant see her letting him go
Walk out of her heart
Walk out of her mind
Oh not her
Shes so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh god, I could do better than that
Oh yeah
Shes an old-time ambassador
Of sweet talking, night walking games
And shes known in the darkest clubs
For pushing ahead of the dames
If she says she can do it
Then she cant do it, she dont make false claims
But shes a queen, and such a queen
Such a laughter is sucked in their brains
Now shes leading him on
And shell lay him right down
Yes shes leading him on
And shell lay him right down
But it could have been me
Yes, it could have been me
Why didnt I say, why didnt I say, no, no, no
Shes so swishy in her satin and tat
In her frock coat and bipperty-bopperty hat
Oh god, I could do better than that
So I lay down a while
And I gaze at my hotel wall
Oh the cot is so cold
It dont feel like no bed at all
Yeah I lay down a while
And I look at my hotel wall
And hes down on the street
So I throw both his bags down the hall
And Im phoning a cab
cause my stomach feels small
Theres a taste in my mouth
And its no taste at all
It could have been me
Oh yeah, it could have been me

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Deal With The Ladies

This song appears on three albums, and was first released on the higher ground album, and has also been released on the gift you are and the john denver collection - sunshine on my shoulder albu
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I like to deal with the ladies
I like to give em a real hard time
Like to make em sigh
Like to make em cry over me
I like to swing with the good times
I like to have me a real live ball
Doin what I can like a dirty old man
(tee hee)
Like to have em just hangin around
Wondering where Ive been
Like to see em with their big brown eyes
Just a drinkin me in
I like to deal with the ladies
I like to hang em up on my line
Treat em kinda rough
But they never got enough of me
Rat a tat tat tat tat
Words and music by john denver

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No place to hide

Splintered fragments shatter
cohesive thought
searching through the
ratter, tat, tat, to
no understanding.

He knew

Someone, somewhere
saw the unravelling
the brilliance dissipating
fragmenting, splintering.

Someone, somewhere
shouted, screamed, pleaded
to help him.

Others talked, pushing paper and ideas
precious time slipping through
inaction and indecision

whilst pictures built
and voices came louder, louder, louder
urging the stock piling, the building, the buying
until the ratter, tat, tat

burst through the remnants of ordinary lives
spraying misery over broken remains
bleeding out into debates
that rage through

precious time slipping

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That Irish Woman

the rain.....
rat tat tat...rat tat tat
on the roof.
the irish woman's
deep words
of resentment
'scoundrel', 'rascal'
seem to turn the sound
into notes of approval.
a deep
emphathy
in me
trails the rain
striking the
high keys in my heart.
the stirring
echoes of the rain.
long overdue -
a new word for
such futile angst,
emphathy?
history,
the pain that
accompanies it.
not the first time
similar words
run from
these souls
in my occasional brush
with the irish,
the fine people who
give us plenty of
literary luminaries.
these literary giants
who in their agony
for salvation,
recognition
spun words
to give us
a view of the
different shades
of emotions,
thoughts that
the loss of dignity
would rock
a human pyshce.
a shell painful
brush with sand
that eventually
turns out a

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Valentino of Valentine’s Day

When the fourteenth sun of every February rises
My body explodes my blood boils over,
As I become once again... begin the beguine Valentino,
I quietly tip toe from the bedroom
To climb the ladder for time umpteenth,
To the dusty cobwebbed attic for
There lies my trusty Spanish guitar.
I strut back to the boudoir
With a red tie around my head,
I strum the strings Paso dobla fied and
Tap the casing,
Rat a Tat Tat, Rat a Tat Tat,
Then…Oh my God
I see myself
In the mirror,
A sight for sore eyes,
Naked with a guitar
Placed In the right place.
I look like a shoe without a lace
Valentino needs some vino,
But wait I hear clapping and laughing,
My Valentine is happy, shouting
‘You are the best living card on earth...come,
The best Valentino on the planet Olay”,
Boy oh boy I made our day!

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When You're Good To Mama

(Voiceover)
And now, Ladies and Gentlemen,
The keeper of the keys,
The countess of the clink
the mistress of murderers row,
Matron Mama Morton!
(Queen Latifah)
Ask any of the chickies in my pen
they'll tell you I'm the biggest mother hen.
I love them all and all of them love me
because the system works,
the system called reciprocity.
Got a little motto,
Always sees me through:
"When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you."
Theres a lot of favours I'm prepared to do,
You do one for Mama, she'll do one for you.
They say that life is tit for tat,
and that's the way I live.
So I deserve a lot of tat
For what I've got to give.
Don't you know that this hand
washes that one too.
When you're good to Mama, Mama's good to you
If you want my gravy
Pepper my Ragu
Spice it up for mama
She'll get hot for you
When they pass that basket
Folks contribute too,
You put in for Mama,
She'll put out for you
The folks at top the ladder
are the ones the world adores
So boost me up my ladder, kid
and I'll boost you up yours
Lets all stroke together
Like the princeton crew
When your stroking Mama, Mama's stroking you
So whats the one conclusion
I could bring this number to -
When you're good to Mama, Mamas good to you

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Phat ('N' All Dat)

(phat phat..)
Chorus: onyx
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
Phat, phat; pha-da-dah-da-dah, da-dah-dah-di-dah
Were phat n alla dat!
[fredro starr]
Its the phat funky blunt roller, the rock flipper
Proof Ive been right, damn right, the gun gripper
Look, no hands but damn, ooh I got a handle
Vandalistic, sarcastic phat tricks
Aah, ohh yeah, dear dime a dozen
Den discuss em when I be bustin with my crews, and crimies
How ya like dat?phat da-dat da dah-dah, huh
Rat-a-tat, splatter one, jump in the vat son
Flat as a blue bag of boom for ya buddha benders
I know youre breakin on the phat tracks were makin
So sonee seeza, youre next up to bat
Phat-a-tat-tat stay strapped, be so phat!
Chorus
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sonee seeza]
Boy ya best to move over cause we takin the crazys place
Phat, ready for combat, stacked, with all that tracks
Not a re-run, but its fatter than (? ? )
Im rockin the grimy clubs, get blunted with sasquatch
Im here to let you know, onyx wont lack what it takes
I scrape, the scrubs comes off in the bath
Kind of like a diamond; Im a hard black kid
Move me think youre schemin to get the semen out my
Cock-a-doodle-doo, huh, who ya think ya kiddin?
These four villians kills women, have crews do dealin
Straight up, you had enough?Im callin your bluff
Body offender, so surrender, kid you aint tough
You can get some phatter stuff (huh) I got it
But first just purchase my joint, you cant be without it
Its p (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P (phat) h (phat) a (phat) t (phat)
P-h-a-t, p-h-a-t!
P-h-a-t! (phat phat..)
[sticky fingaz]
Every ten years, they unleash phat sound
Well its time for sticky fingaz, gods gift to the underground
For cryin out loud, its enough youre makin sick and i
Wants revenge can I die for my music?
You dont understand, I worship hardcore
They never shoulda let me get my boot in the door

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