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The Marshall is supposed to be 200 watts, but mine's never worked right; it peaks out at 80.

quote by Stevie Ray Vaughan
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200 Balloons

Who gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Lets do it
25 policemen all in a row
Cant stop the party people - go go go
If u cant beat em join em baby say so
Its party time everybody come on lets go
Fly with me
200 balloons (lets do it)
Blowing down the city colder than ice
I think u better love me cuz Im really kind of nice
If u do me once girl u have 2 do me twice
Wave your hand if u wanna party tonight
Come on everybody
200 balloons
Everybody sing it
Fly with me (lets do it)
Come on baby fly with me (lets do it)
Fly with me (lets do it)
Come on baby fly with me
Ill buy u love if I got
200 balloons (lets do it)
Tell me that u love me and Ill buy u a fancy car
I made u a couple of times and so u made me a star
So take me 4 what Im worth, love me 4 what I are
(do, do) the partyman, I take u way far
Come on yall
200 balloons
Whos gonna stop 200 balloons?
Nobody
Lets do it lets do it
Lets do it lets do it
Its party time yall
200 balloons
(do it) dont stop me now
(do it {poet}) my life has just begun
(do it) rave, unto the joy yall (do it)
The only one dont try to stop me (do it)
Fly with me (do it)
(do it 200 do it 200 do it)
Fly with me
Come on fly with me
Its party time yall
200 balloons
(lets do it)
200 balloons
(lets do it) (fly with me)
200 balloons
Lets do it lets do it
Hey, its been good!

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song performed by Prince
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Marshall's Mate

You almost heard the surface bake, and saw the gum-leaves turn --
You could have watched the grass scorch brown had there been grass to burn.
In such a drought the strongest heart might well grow faint and weak --
'Twould frighten Satan to his home -- not far from Dingo Creek.

The tanks went dry on Ninety Mile, as tanks go dry out back,
The Half-Way Spring had failed at last when Marshall missed the track;
Beneath a dead tree on the plain we saw a pack-horse reel --
Too blind to see there was no shade, and too done-up to feel.
And charcoaled on the canvas bag (`twas written pretty clear)
We read the message Marshall wrote. It said: `I'm taken queer --
I'm somewhere off of Deadman's Track, half-blind and nearly dead;
Find Crowbar, get him sobered up, and follow back,' it said.

`Let Mitchell go to Bandicoot. You'll find him there,' said Mack.
`I'll start the chaps from Starving Steers, and take the dry-holes back.'
We tramped till dark, and tried to track the pack-horse on the sands,
And just at daylight Crowbar came with Milroy's station hands.
His cheeks were drawn, his face was white, but he was sober then --
In times of trouble, fire, and flood, 'twas Crowbar led the men.
`Spread out as widely as you can each side the track,' said he;
`The first to find him make a smoke that all the rest can see.'

We took the track and followed back where Crowbar followed fate,
We found a dead man in the scrub -- but 'twas not Crowbar's mate.
The station hands from Starving Steers were searching all the week --
But never news of Marshall's fate came back to Dingo Creek.
And no one, save the spirit of the sand-waste, fierce and lone,
Knew where Jack Marshall crawled to die -- but Crowbar might have known.

He'd scarcely closed his quiet eyes or drawn a sleeping breath --
They say that Crowbar slept no more until he slept in death.
A careless, roving scamp, that loved to laugh and drink and joke,
But no man saw him smile again (and no one saw him smoke),
And, when we spelled at night, he'd lie with eyes still open wide,
And watch the stars as if they'd point the place where Marshall died.

The search was made as searches are (and often made in vain),
And on the seventh day we saw a smoke across the plain;
We left the track and followed back -- 'twas Crowbar still that led,
And when his horse gave out at last he walked and ran ahead.
We reached the place and turned again -- dragged back and no man spoke --
It was a bush-fire in the scrubs that made the cursed smoke.
And when we gave it best at last, he said, `I'LL see it through,'
Although he knew we'd done as much as mortal men could do.
`I'll not -- I won't give up!' he said, his hand pressed to his brow;
`My God! the cursed flies and ants, they might be at him now.
I'll see it so in twenty years, 'twill haunt me all my life --
I could not face his sister, and I could not face his wife.
It's no use talking to me now -- I'm going back,' he said,

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poem by Henry Lawson
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David Watts

Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
I am a dull and simple lad
Can not tell water from champagne
And I have never met the queen
And I wish I could have all that he has got
I wish I could be like david watts
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
And when I lie on my pillow at night
I dream I could fight like david watts
Lead the school team to victory
And take my exams and pass the lot
(wish I could be)
Wish I could be like david watts
(wish I could be)
Wish I could be like david watts
(wish I could be)
Conduct my life like david watts
(wish I could be)
I wish I could be like david watts
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
He is the head boy at the school
He is the captain of the team
He is so gay and fancy free
And I wish all his money belonged to me
I wish I could be like david watts
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
And all the girls in the neighborhood
Try to go out with david watts
They try their best but cant succeed
For he is of pure and noble breed
Wish I could be like
Wish I could be like
Wish I could be like
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa-fa
(repeat)

song performed by Kinks
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Martial Law

Ive declared a truce, so stop your fighting
The marshall is in town
I wont put up with no big mouth yapping
At least not while Im around
This is my friend ace, hes from the 8th precinct
Nothing goes on that he dont know
And weve been send cause your arguments
Have been going on for too long
And before one of you hurts the other one of you
Im declaring martial law
I came, I saw, I declared martial law
Im the marshall in the city
The jails are filled with people like you
You oughta listen to your diddy-wah-diddy
Whats a girl like you doing with that lamp
You better drop it down on the floor
And son, that isnt very smart
Kicking a hole in that door
Hey, ace will you take a look at this place
And get those neighbors out of the hall
Im declaring martial law
I came, I saw, I declared martial law
cause Im the marshall in the city
And if you stand away, Ive got something to say
That I might even help you
Keep your hands to yourself and keep your big mouth shut
Dont you touch nobody with hate-hate-hate-hate
And if all youve got is poison in your mouth
Make sure that you dont speak
Its 3:30 in the early morning
Dont punch, dont scratch, dont bite
Try not to take the garbage of the day
Any place but outside
Now me and mr. ace are gonna leave this place
And this fightings gonna end
And if were called back, Im gonna knock you flat
And stack you end to end
Ah, I came, I saw, I declared martial law
Im the marshall in the city
I came, I saw, I declared martial law
Im the marshall in the city, ooohhh
I came, I saw, I declared martial law
Im the marshall in the city
I came, I saw, I declared martial law
cause Im the marshall in the city

song performed by Lou Reed
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Queen Eleanor's Confession

Queene Elianor was a sicke woman,
And afraid that she should dye;
Then she sent for two fryars of France,
To speke with her speedilye.

The king called downe his nobles all,
By one, by two, by three,
'Earl Marshall, Ile go shrive the queene,
And thou shalt wend with mee.'

'A boone, a boone;' quoth Earl Marshall,
And fell on his bended knee;
'That whatsoever Queene Elianor saye,
No harme therof may bee.'

'Ile pawne my landes,' the king then cryd,
'My sceptre, crowne, and all,
That whatsoere Queen Elianor sayes,
No harme therof shall fall.

'Do thou put on a fryars coat,
And Ile put on another;
And we will to Queen Elianor goe,
Like fryar and his brother.'

Thus both attired then they goe:
When they came to Whitehall,
The bells did ring, and the quiristers sing,
And the torches did lighte them all.

When that they came before the queene,
They fell on their bended knee;
'A boone, a boone, our gracious queene,
That you sent so hastilee.'

'Are you two fryars of France,' she sayd,
'As I suppose you bee?
But if you are two Englishe fryars,
You shall hang on the gallowes tree.'

'We are two fryars of France,' they sayd,
'As you suppose we bee;
We have not been at any masse
Sith we came from the sea.'

'The first vile thing that ever I did,
I will to you unfolde;
Earl Marshall had my maidenhed,
Beneath this cloth of golde.'

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Annie Marshall the Foundling

Annie Marshall was a foundling, and lived in Downderry,
And was trained up by a coast-guardsman, kind-hearted and merry
And he loved Annie Marshall as dear as his life,
And he resolved to make her his own loving wife.

The night was tempestuous, most terrific, and pitch dark,
When Matthew Pengelly rescued Annie Marshall from an ill-fated barque,
But her parents were engulfed in the briny deep,
Which caused poor Annie at times to sigh and weep.

One day Matthew asked Annie if she would be his wife,
And Annie replied, I never thought of it in all my life;
Yes, my wife, Annie, replied Matthew, hold hard a bit,
Remember, Annie, I've watched you grow up, and consider you most fit.

Poor Annie did not speak, she remained quite mute,
And with agitation she trembled from head to foot,
The poor girl was in a dilemma, she knew not what to say,
And owing to Matthew training her, she couldn't say him nay.

Oh! Matthew, I'm afraid I would not make you a good wife,
And in that respect there would be too much strife,
And the thought thereof, believe me, makes me feel ill,
Because I'm unfit to be thy wife, Matthew, faltered the poor girl.

Time will prove that, dear Annie, but why are you so calm?
Then Annie put her hand shyly into Matthew's brown palm
Just then the flashing lightning played upon Annie's face,
And the loud thunder drowned Matthew's words as Annie left the place.

But Matthew looked after her as she went home straightway,
And his old heart felt light and gay,
As he looked forward for his coming marriage day,
Because he knew that Annie Marshall couldn't say him nay.

Then the sky drew dark, and the sea lashed itself into foam,
But he heeded it not as he sat there alone,
Till the sound of a gun came booming o'er the sea,
Then Matthew had to attend to his duty immediately.

A ship, he muttered, Lord, help them! and coming right in by the sound,
And in a few minutes she will run aground.
And the vessel was dashed against the rocks with her helpless crew,
Then in hot haste for assistance Matthew instantly flew.

Then Matthew returned with a few men all willing to lend their aid,
But amongst them all Matthew seemed the least afraid;
Then an old man cried, Save my boy, for his mother's sake,
Oh! Matthew, try and save him, or my heart will break!

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poem by William Topaz McGonagall
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Not Supposed To Break Down

Youre not supposed to be human
Youre not supposed to really feel
Not supposed to get involved
With anything completely real
Fifteen families starving
All around the corner block
Here were standing so alone
Just like gibraltar rock
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the dirt
Keep listening to the hurt
Youll be safe and sound
Supposed to be super human
Cover everything
Just like a bird
Cover an egg with its wing
And knowing theres nothing sacred
And what is the use
>no point trying to find
What is worth, what is true
Not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt listen to the dirt
Youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
And youll be safe and sound
A fool and his mainline connection
By-pass going to the well
But that doesnt matter anymore
Im sure that we can tell
Whos a puppet on a string
An who really holds the glove
But it aint up you and me
Its up to the lord above
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Keep on listening to the dirt
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
Youre not supposed to break down
Youre not supposed to break down
Swallow the hurt
Listen to the dirt
Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound
And Ill bet youll be safe and sound

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song performed by Van Morrison
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How doth the Bee Improve His Salary? - Parody Isaac WATTS – How doth the Bee

How doth the Bee Improve His Salary?

How doth the busy little bee
prepare for flower power,
when honey garnered, daily spree,
will wax, - no waning hour?

The answer’s plain as plain can be,
hive votes for poll_en_dower,
for feathered nests with polity
Reps wait to line their bower...

Those set up in authority
elected seem to scour,
for “cash and carry” not to be
declared, - gold’s welcome shower.

As Tweedle Dum(b) and Tweedle Dee
In, Out, Out, In, they lobby,
when crime’s unmasked, like rats we see
them scuttle, scatter, cower.

Once thought of pristine ivory
a mirage proves their tower,
packed jokers under lock and key
we bankroll though we glower.

Was Weldon’s seniority
well done? the joke turns sour.
The verdict of posterity –
twelve years, repentance dour.

But most escape the legal see,
themselves enrich, empower,
but who, who cast first stone, are we
who fellow-men devour?

© Jonathan Robin 4 December 2005 and 14 November 2006 Parody Isaac WATTS – How doth the Bee

How doth the Bee

How doth the little busy bee
improve each shining hour,
and gather honey all the day
from every opening flower!

How skillfully she builds her cell!

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poem by Jonathan Robin
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New Language

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
I speak from some sort of protection of learning
Even tho I make it up as I go on
A special trait is that Ive tried
To reach all feelings
So I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the circle
Others that it is written in the sun
But I protect myself by seeing this experience
As a metaphor for moving on
Sometimes I check myself
To start to believe in
The horoscopes you read everyday
Theyre telling me somethings
I really ought to know
But then again I like to
Then again I learn to
Then again Im running away
Vision is coming so fast I cant stop myself
Vision forgets who is real
On the city streets, people get lost
Just waiting for history
Pushing the real world away
Taking a chance only once in your life
Only weakness can stop you from hearing
New languages
Translate each word
As they bring you creation
Your voice is the perfect key
Is there something that
Im supposed to see
Is there something that im
Supposed to feel
Im with you
And I cant help but want to know
(talk to me)
Is there something that Im supposed to teach
(speak to me)
Is there something that Im supposed to find
As I reach to the healing in each spoken word
For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute
Im chasing every second before I let go
Yesterday my history
Dreams are still a mystery
This living is a gift I should know
Lay it down and let me live the new language
Let me learn at every twist every turn
Lay it down and let me love the further future
Let me know Im running
Let me know Im learning

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song performed by Yes
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New Language

Anderson/squire/howe/white/sherwood/khoroshev
I speak from some sort of protection of learning
Even tho I make it up as I go on
A special trait is that Ive tried
To reach all feelings
So I speak a new language of love
Some say that it is written in the circle
Others that it is written in the sun
But I protect myself by seeing this experience
As a metaphor for moving on
Sometimes I check myself
To start to believe in
The horoscopes you read everyday
Theyre telling me somethings
I really ought to know
But then again I like to
Then again I learn to
Then again Im running away
Vision is coming so fast I cant stop myself
Vision forgets who is real
On the city streets, people get lost
Just waiting for history
Pushing the real world away
Taking a chance only once in your life
Only weakness can stop you from hearing
New languages
Translate each word
As they bring you creation
Your voice is the perfect key
Is there something that
Im supposed to see
Is there something that im
Supposed to feel
Im with you
And I cant help but want to know
(talk to me)
Is there something that Im supposed to teach
(speak to me)
Is there something that Im supposed to find
As I reach to the healing in each spoken word
For some strange reason time just cannot wait a minute
Im chasing every second before I let go
Yesterday my history
Dreams are still a mystery
This living is a gift I should know
Lay it down and let me live the new language
Let me learn at every twist every turn
Lay it down and let me love the further future
Let me know Im running
Let me know Im learning

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song performed by Yes
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What... Watts's Cat!

IN THE HAND OF GOD

In & out
amongst

sunlight & shadows

the dead
come alive

as we speak
their names

make them real again
let them live in our voices

each tombstone
eager for us

to say them
into living

when out of
nowhere

a very Victorian looking
chap

(the image
of Mr. Watts)

pops up
as if he were

the old guy
himself...in the flesh

tired of the grave
and dying to stretch his legs.

We turn
a corner

and he is gone

lost amongst
shadows

blinded by the sun

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poem by Dónall Dempsey
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Maybe My Baby

(eric carmen)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I call her on the telephone
But shes never where shes supposed to be
Lately when were all alone
Well it seems she dont want any part of me
Dont you know Im gonna lose my mind
If theres someone else after all this time
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
(well somethin tells me)
Maybe my babys got a new guy
And hes really puttin on a show
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I cant believe its come to this
But my heart keeps tellin me theres somethin wrong
I feel the difference in her kiss
I wanna know what Ill do when shes really gone
Well, dont you know Im gonna lose my mind
If theres someone else after all this time
(I keep thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
(well somethin tells me)
Maybe my babys got a new guy
And hes really puttin on a show
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I cant seem to pin her down
Friends tell me all Im getting is the runaround
Im sitting home and its saturday night
Is she moving in with someone else tonight
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know

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song performed by Eric Carmen
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Hey, Wait A Minute

Hey, wait a minute something just aint right hey, wait a minute
Somethings just not fair
I was supposed to win the lottery
Im supposed to be a millionaire
Im supposed to be a worldwide tourist
With lots of equity and life insurance
Yes Im supposed to be a gold card member
Rubbin elbows with the big time spenders
Im supposed to be a wealthy man
But all Ive got are blistered hands
Hey, wait a minute!
Hey, wait a minute
Theres got to be a better way
Im workin twice as hard but gettin no richer
Than I was yesterday
Im supposed to drive a big mercedes
Live in a mansion full of naked ladies
Im supposed to own my own casino
Be a superstar like sammy, frank and dino
Some day Im gonna be a big success
And tell my boss to kiss my ass
Hey, wait a minute
Something must be wrong
Im supposed to be dining on caviar
And drinking dom perignon
Yes Im supposed to have open invitations
To classy country clubs all across the nation
Yes Im supposed to have jewelry and diamonds
And a fifty foot yacht I can sail around the islands
Im supposed to be so carefree
But all Ive got is misery
Hey, wait a minute
Somethings just not right

song performed by Reo Speedwagon
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Helderberg Hill (Sestina)

You are the high hill with numerous peaks,
that in summer looks magnificent and cheery,
where I have climbed up to waterfalls, to heights,
where I got a view of sun, beach and sea,
felt as if in presence of God, with tranquillity
with your moods you remind me of a lady.

Once I wandered with a young lady
on a twisting trail among your high peaks
to find some inner peace, some tranquillity
and she was quite happy and rather cheery
gazing up at the blue sky, down at the sea
from both of those dazing heights.

Climbing up to the sheer heights
was like exploring the body of a lady
as if finding a secret kind of sea
with beautiful rising pointed peaks
and the experience was quite cheery,
suddenly leaving an own tranquillity.

My privacy is invaded by her tranquillity
as from far I still do watch her heights
and although feeling rather cheery
there is danger in this lovely lady
that beacons me with her high peaks
to look upon an endless open sea.

I long to gaze out upon the sea,
to be with her in tranquillity,
to wander among her peaks,
to again explore her heights
as if to visit a dear kind old lady
but I wonder if I will find her cheery?

But I must now continually stay cheery,
keep far away from the troubled sea,
avoid all of the dangerous heights
of live to be able to find tranquillity
but still the beautiful ageless lady
is luring me continually with her peaks.

How glimmering and cheery with ice her peaks
high above the sea, do glow from their heights,
she is without tranquillity, a chilly frozen lady.

poem by Gert Strydom
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200 Years

...the emperor wears no clothers
The emperor wears no clothers
The emperor wears no clothers
He dont like none of those
200 years in which I spit
Thats too many years in babylon
So you know were leavin it
200 years in which I spit
Thats too many years in babylon
So you know were leaving it
G. love
Whats going on
Little sister born in 1976
A bicentennial of 200 years
On which I spit
Look how youre living first world
Look what you did to third world
So many rhymes in flame, so many bodies slain
Stories washed in the red stain
Bring our boys back home
God bless our troops
Who execute their orders
Their living breathin gorders
Somebodys sons
Somebodys daughters
Bodies thrown in the garbage chutes
Youre lying sweat behind those suits
American casualties 16
Thats 16 concrete sweet dreams
What about the 4000 buried in 16 graves
That the bulldozer made
The presidaent gave
Didnt reach the middle
Before they reached the last page
Their mothers crying
Torn, enraged
They didnt know oall of the statistics
Information unclear
And the truth never reached it
Enemy resistance gone cause we breached it
Evidence gone white cause we bleached it
200 years in which I spit
Thats too many years in babylon
So you know were leaving it
200 years in which I spit
Thats too many years in babylon
So you know were leaving it
Smiles
Let us puff today
Stay true I way

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song performed by G. Love & Special Sauce
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poem by Caasder Fronds
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California Love

California love!
Chorus -- roger troutman
California...knows how to party.
California...knows how to party.
In the citaaay of l.a.
In the citaaay of good ol watts
In the citaaay, the city of compton.
We keep it rockin! we keep it rockin!
(dre)
Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state thats untouchable like elliot ness
The track hits ya eardrum, like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty.
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends.
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon.
Now its 95
And they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin
Lookin like I robbed liberace.
Its all good, from diego to tha bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a.
Chorus -- roger troutman
California....knows how to party
California....knows how to party
In tha citaaay of la
In tha citaaay of good ol watts
In tha citaaay of compton
We keep it rockin
We keep it rockin
(dre)
Yeah, now make it shake! come on!
Chorus #2 -- roger troutman
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it baby
Shake shake it, shake it cali
(shake it cali)
Shake shake it baby
Shake shake it
Shake shake it mama
Shake it cali
(tupac)
Out on bail
Fresh outta jail

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song performed by 2 Pac
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Wxjl Tonight

The way it was in the past
A long, long time ago
Before staff levels dropped
They used to listen to the radio
And listen to the djs talk
About the songs they didnt know
As if it really mattered
Hit-pick or phone-in show
I dont want you to go tonight
Ten thousand watts of power
News headlines on the hour tonight
Our music beats the best
You just dont need the rest tonight
Once I couldnt care at all
But I can feel the ratings fall tonight
And 20 years ago
No-one seemed to care
The people must have known
The djs role was only there
To fill in space between the songs
That talk of love and other things
As if they didnt matter
Automatic stations came
And sent them all away
And now Im left alone
I havent got a word to say
And youre the one who makes the choice
To turn me on or turn me off
But now it really matters
Hit-pick or phone-in show
I dont want you to go tonight
Ten thousand watts of power
News headlines on the hour tonight
Our music beats the best
You just dont need the rest tonight
Once I couldnt care at all
But I can feel the ratings fall tonight
Hit-pick or phone-in show
I dont want you to go tonight
Ten thousand watts of power
News headlines on the hour tonight
Our music beats the best
You just dont need the rest tonight
Ten thousand watts of power
News headlines on the hour tonight

song performed by Human League
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The Boomer's Lament (A Country Western Song)

By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV

I once worked as a loan officer
at Mega Billions bank
We made some bad decisions
as the staff and assets shrank.
I was escorted from my desk
the day I got the shank-
My Boss made bonus- he has
TARP to thank.

By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree
Thieves made off with my HDTV.

My Kid is off in College
working hard for his degree
He'll graduate with a B.S.
in compared Anatomy.
When his student loans come due
He'd better not ask me
Twenty two and out is my decree.

By the order of the Marshall
We don't live here any more
Our stuff is on the lawn
and there's a padlock on our door.
Then, while I was distracted,
reading the decree,
Thieves made off with my HDTV.

I got our stuff in storage
and we're down at Motel Six
It's hard for us to sleep at night-
The girl next door turns tricks.
Our bank accounts yield nothing
and We're hostage to the VIX
I gave up my season tickets to the Knicks.

By the order of the Marshall

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poem by John F. McCullagh
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