Ode to mother nature
Although I try to
Destroy you I fail miserably
Man's pride is his fall
The way a monkey says thanks is
By giving someone a bunch of kicks
poem by Ngaka Motaung
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Feed The Monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
She likes the monkey
Well gather 'round and let me tell you all a story
About a boy and his monkey
He's got that kind of monkey that the girls wanna know
He likes to take his monkey every place that he goes
(Can we pet your monkey?)
Hey, ho, you see the monkey?
Did you know you made my monkey hungry?
I didn't really know how it get so hungry
I'd like to know
Would you feed the monkey?
Well you can pet my monkey
'Cause my monkey don't bite
But when you pet my monkey
He get funky all night
My monkey ain't no ordinary orangutang
'Cause my monkey likes to do the wild thing
My monkey don't scratch
My monkey don't bite
My monkey don't swing no tree
My monkey don't hit
My monkey don't drool
My monkey be swing with me
My monkey don't freak
My monkey don't trip
My monkey don't wear no cape
But you can tell what my monkey wanna eat
'Cause it turn into a big ol' ape
Yeah...
Hey..
The monkey's getting hungry
Hey, hey, why don't you feed your monkey?
(REPEAT x 3)
What she want?
She wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
You know she want
You know she want
You know she wants the monkey
(REPEAT x 3)
Hey, hey, she likes to feed the monkey
Ooh, she's sayin' it's time to feed the monkey
Everyday she wants to feed the monkey
All through the day she likes to feed the monkey
She likes to feed the monkey
(REPEAT x 7)
Feed the monkey
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song performed by Infectious Grooves
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Get Your Kicks
You people love our country
And music in your soul
Come on and join our army
'Cause we're fightin' for rock 'n roll
Now that it's around
You know it's got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (oo, oo yeah)
Come on and get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
We've been waitin' a long time
To get together with you
A message to the nation
Our time is long overdue
But now that we're around
You know we've got to, got to stay
You've got to raise your flag high
There's a riot in the wings today (ma, ma, ma yeah)
Come on and get get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody get your kicks
Seems like a long time
Must be a short time
Ain't gonna wait forever
Got myself a ticket going your direction
Ooo here I come
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
You've gotta get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on, everybody, get your kicks
Keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks
Just keep on rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Rock rock rockin' (woooo)
Everybody get your kicks (come on)
Get your kicks, get your kicks
Come on everybody, get your kicks (yeah come on)
song performed by Quiet Riot
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Too Much Monkey Business
Salesman talking to me tried to run me up a creek
Says you can buy it, go on try it, you can pay me next week
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Blonde haired, good lookin tryin to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, settle down and get a home and and write a book
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Pay phone, somethin wrong, dial gone,
Well me ought to sue the operator for tellin me a tale
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho ...... oh-ho-ho
Been to vietnam, been a fightin in the war
Army bar, army chow, army clothes, army car
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Workin in the fillin station, too many tasks
Wipe the windo, check the tires, check the oil, dollar gas
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Blonde haired, good lookin tryin to get me hooked
Wants me to marry, get a home, settle down and and write a book
Uh-uh, too much monkey business, too much monkey business
Too much monkey business for me to be involved in
Oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho, too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
Too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho too much monkey business, oh-ho-ho
song performed by Elvis Presley, music by Chuck Berry, lyrics by Chuck Berry
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Shock The Monkey
Shock the monkey to life
Shock the monkey to life
Cover me when I run
Cover me through the fire
Something knocked me out the trees
Now Im on my knees
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know when youre going to shock the monkey
Fox the fox
Rat the rat
You can ape the ape
I know about that
There is one thing you must be sure of
I cant take any more
Darling, dont you monkey with the monkey
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know youre going to shock the monkey
Wheels keep turning
Somethings burning
Dont like it but I guess Im learning
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Cover me, when I sleep
Cover me, when I breathe
You throw your pearls before the swine
Make the monkey blind
Cover me, darling please
Monkey, monkey, monkey
Dont you know youre going to shock the monkey
Too much at stake
Ground beneath me shake
And the news is breaking
Shock! - watch the monkey get hurt, monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey
Shock the monkey to life
song performed by Peter Gabriel
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Too Much Monkey Business
Running to and fro,
Hard working at the mill,
Never failed at the mill,
There come a rotten bill.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Salesman talking to me,
Trying to run me up a creek,
Says you can buy it, go on try it,
You can pay me next week.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Blonde hair, good-looking,
Trying to get me hooked and married
Get a home, settle down by the book.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Been to yokohama, baby,
Fighting in the war,
Army bunk, army chow,
Army clothes, army car.
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Same thing every day,
Getting up, going to school.
No need for me complaining,
My objection's overruled.
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
For me to be involved again.
Working in the filling station,
Too many tasks,
Wipe the windows, check the oil,
Check the tires, dollar gas?
Aw too much monkey business,
Too much monkey business
Don't want you by the race,
Get away and leave me.
[original has one more verse:
Pay-phone, something's wrong,
Dime gone, will mail.
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song performed by Beatles
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Monkey Man
[Originally by The Maytals]
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
I never saw you
I only heard of you
Talking about the big monkey man
I never saw you
I only heard of you
Talking about the big monkey man
It's alright
It's alright
Talking about the big monkey man
It's alright
It's alright
Talking about the big monkey man
Now I know that
Now I understand
Turning the monkey on me
Now I know that
Now I understand
Turning the monkey on me
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
La la La la La la La la La la La la La la La la La la La la La la
Cos he's the monkey
He's the monkey man
Really really really really monkey man
Cos he's the monkey
He's the monkey man
Really really really really monkey man
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
Aye yi yi
Aye yi yi
Talking about the big monkey man
song performed by Reel Big Fish
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Kicks
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, whats your style
I love the way, try to call now
Hey man, whats your style
I aint jealous of the way youre living
I aint jealous of the way youre living
When you cut that dude with just a little mania
You did it so, ... ah
When the blood comma down his neck ...
Dont you know it was better than sex, now, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
cause it was, the final thing to do, now
Get somebody to come on to you
And then you just get somebody to
To now, now, come on to you
And then you kill em, yeah
You kill em, now, now, cause I need kicks ...
Im getting bored, I need, need, need, need now, now some kicks
Oh, give it, give it, give it, give it to me now, now, kicks
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your kicks for living
Hey man, whats your style
How you get your adrenalin flowing now, now, now, now, now
How you get your adrenalin flowing
Hey man, whats your style
You know, I love the way you drive your car now
Hey man, whats your style
I aint jealous of the way youre living
Aint jealous of, now, now, the way youre living
Hey, newspaper ...
You did it so, wow, crudely, now
With that blood coming down his chest
It was way better than sex, now, now
It was way better than getting mean
It was the final thing to do
Get somebody to came, come on to you, then
Get somebody to, ah, come on to you
Better kill them now
Better kill him now, now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, kill him now, now
cause I need kicks
I need some kicks
Im getting bored
I need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Yeah, need, need, need, need, need, need, need some kicks
Oh, give it now, kicks
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song performed by Lou Reed
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Kicks
You thought you found the answer on that magic carpet ride last night,
But, when you wake up in the morning, the world still gets you uptight,
Well, theres nothing that you aint tried
To fill the emptiness inside,
But, when you come back down, you still aint feeling right.
It seems like kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks, you just need help now.
You think youre gonna find yourself a little piece of paradise,
But, it aint happened yet, so now youd better think twice,
Dont you see, no matter what you do,
Youll never run away from you
If you keep on running, youll have to pay the price.
Dont it seem like, kicks just keep getting harder to find,
All your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind,
Before you find out its too late,
Youd better get straight,
But, not with kicks.
To help you face the world each day,
That road goes nowhere,
Im gonna help you find yourself another way.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
You dont need kicks, now,
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
You just need help, now,
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Youd better, youd better, youd better.
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Kicks just keep getting harder to find
And all your kicks aint bringing you peace of mind
Before you find out its too late, youd better get straight
Fade out...
song performed by Monkees
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The Brady Bunch
You can watch mr. rogers
You can watch threes company
And you can turn on fame or the nelywed game
Or the addams family
I say, you can watch barney miller
And you can watch your mtv
And you can watch till your eyes fall out of your head
Thatll be ok with me
And you can watch (tv)
You can watch johnny carson
You can watch phil donahue
And you can use tv guide to help you decide
With capsulized review
Say, you can watch 60 minutes
Even captain kangaroo
But theres only one set, so what ever you watch
Well, you know I gotta watch it too
Say, give it up, give it up, televisions taking its toll
Thats enought, thats enough, gimme the remote controll
I been nice, I been good, please dont do this to me
Turn it off, turn it off, I dont want to have to see
The brady bunch
Not the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Its the story of a lovely lady
Who was bringing up three very lovely girls
All of them had hair of gold, like their mother
The youngest one in curls
Its a story of a man named brady
Who was busy with three boys of his own
They were four men living all together
Yeah, but they were all alone
Until the one day, one day when the lady met the fellow
And they knew, and they knew it was much more than a hunch
Then they knew this group must somehow form a family
Thats the way, thats the way, thats the way they all became
The brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Yeah, the brady bunch
Well, the brady bunch
Oh, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Oh, the brady bunch, yeah
Oh, the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Well, its the brady bunch
Its the brady bunch
song performed by Weird Al Yankovic
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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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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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society
Epigraph
Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.
I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.
You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:
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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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Space Monkey
Space monkey, space monkey
What you doing out there?
Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the air
Come gather round me you little monkeys and a story Ill tell
About a brave young primate, outer space knew him well
He was born at the top of a big old tree
Way back in 1953.
He could swing through the jungle and hang by his toes
Till they took him to russia cause they could I suppose
They dressed him up in a spacesuit and it started to snow
Shot him off in a rocket where no man would go
Space monkey space monkey
What you doing out there?
Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the air
Therell be no one to greet you when you get back home
No hammer or sickle youll be on your own.
He had plenty of cuban bananas and loads of spam
But he found great difficulty trying to open the can
One day he slipped on a banana peel and the ship lost control
It spun out of orbit and shot o]ut the black hole
Its been four decades now, thats nine monkey years
Thats a long time for a space monkey to confront all his fears
Space monkey space monkey
What you doing out there?
Why its dark as a dungeon way up in the air
Therell be no one to greet you when you get back home
No hammer or sickle youll be all on your own.
Space monkey, space monkey
Its time to get real
The space race is over, how does it feel
Cold wars had a heatwave, iron curtains torn down
Theyve rolled up the carpet in space monkey town
Now leningrad is petersburg and petersburgs hell
For a card-carrying monkey with a story to tell
The space monkey was reportedly last sighted about
A half a block off of red square
In a karaoke bar having a few drinks with some of his friends
There was the dog that flew sputnik
And a blind red-headed, one legged parrot
Who had done some minor research for dow chemical
They were drinking american vodka
Imported all the way from paducah, kentucky
And reportedly had their arms around each others
Shoulders singing.
Those were the days, my friend, we thought theyd never end
Space monkey, space monkey
Theres nothing to do
But its better than living in a communist zoo
Therell be no one to greet you when you get back home
No hammer or sickle youll be all on you own
song performed by John Prine
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Give The Po Man A Break
Give po man a break
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song performed by Fatboy Slim
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Know that a monkey is on your back
There is a monkey on your back
At any point of time each one of us is carrying a monkey on the back.
Whether you like it or not your thoughts, words and deeds are determined by this very powerful monkey.
This monkey is nothing but a personification of the tasks either
assigned to you or taken up on your own.
The life line of the monkey is the strong desire that you nurse to
accomplish these tasks.
You may not know that you only feed this monkey and make it naughty.
They quality of your feed and its extent depend on your knowledge, attitude and earlier practices.
Often, wittingly or unwittingly we act only to get rid of the monkey.
Unfortunately, if one monkey goes the other is just taking its place.
And you think, talk and act accordingly.
Some wise people, are they really wise, pass on the monkey to some other’s back tactfully, so the monkey is rid off, but still alive. This is what
exactly happens in a work environment.
Know your monkeys and their feeds.
Fail not to feed them in time, as monkeys should be fed or shot to death. Otherwise, they will starve to death, forcing you to conduct postmortem.
Keep monkeys' population below the maximum number you can probably feed.
Feed monkeys only by appointment, otherwise you will be feeding them at odd hours.
Feed monkeys personally, if left to others, they may feed wrong and/or in unacceptable doses.
Each monkey is unique, hence its feed and frequency of feed differs.
No monkey stays long. They know when to leave you as once the monkey is satisfied with your hospitality it jumps off your back.
The new monkey on your back is the task to know whether monkeys are there or not on your back.
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Kicks After Six
Music :francis buchholz, jim vallance
Lyrics:herman rarebell, klaus meine, jim vallance
Another morning, such as ordinary day
Shes doin time from nine to five
The hours waste away
Theres no escape, shes a part of the bog machine
Shes a slave to the suit and tie
Seven days a week
But every night
She can hardly wait
It feels alright
To give it all away
Good girls get their kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Some days its hard to face the cruel reality
Just waitin for the bell to ring
She wants to be free
It feels so good to start another endless night
She spreads her wings for another flight
Shes running wild
But every night
She can hardly wait
It feels alright
To give it all away
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(ooh yeah shake it for me baby)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(ooh yeah nothins gonna stop her)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
Good girls get their kicks after six
(she needs it bad, real real bad)
Good girls get their kicks after six
(cmon baby take it to the limit)
She wants what she never had
All the things that make a good girl bad
She gets her kicks after six
song performed by Scorpions
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Satan Absolved
(In the antechamber of Heaven. Satan walks alone. Angels in groups conversing.)
Satan. To--day is the Lord's ``day.'' Once more on His good pleasure
I, the Heresiarch, wait and pace these halls at leisure
Among the Orthodox, the unfallen Sons of God.
How sweet in truth Heaven is, its floors of sandal wood,
Its old--world furniture, its linen long in press,
Its incense, mummeries, flowers, its scent of holiness!
Each house has its own smell. The smell of Heaven to me
Intoxicates and haunts,--and hurts. Who would not be
God's liveried servant here, the slave of His behest,
Rather than reign outside? I like good things the best,
Fair things, things innocent; and gladly, if He willed,
Would enter His Saints' kingdom--even as a little child.
[Laughs. I have come to make my peace, to crave a full amaun,
Peace, pardon, reconcilement, truce to our daggers--drawn,
Which have so long distraught the fair wise Universe,
An end to my rebellion and the mortal curse
Of always evil--doing. He will mayhap agree
I was less wholly wrong about Humanity
The day I dared to warn His wisdom of that flaw.
It was at least the truth, the whole truth, I foresaw
When He must needs create that simian ``in His own
Image and likeness.'' Faugh! the unseemly carrion!
I claim a new revision and with proofs in hand,
No Job now in my path to foil me and withstand.
Oh, I will serve Him well!
[Certain Angels approach. But who are these that come
With their grieved faces pale and eyes of martyrdom?
Not our good Sons of God? They stop, gesticulate,
Argue apart, some weep,--weep, here within Heaven's gate!
Sob almost in God's sight! ay, real salt human tears,
Such as no Spirit wept these thrice three thousand years.
The last shed were my own, that night of reprobation
When I unsheathed my sword and headed the lost nation.
Since then not one of them has spoken above his breath
Or whispered in these courts one word of life or death
Displeasing to the Lord. No Seraph of them all,
Save I this day each year, has dared to cross Heaven's hall
And give voice to ill news, an unwelcome truth to Him.
Not Michael's self hath dared, prince of the Seraphim.
Yet all now wail aloud.--What ails ye, brethren? Speak!
Are ye too in rebellion? Angels. Satan, no. But weak
With our long earthly toil, the unthankful care of Man.
Satan. Ye have in truth good cause.
Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.
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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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Shock Dat Monkey
(l.a. reid, babyface, daryl simmons, lisa left eye lopes)
Yo dis is tlc
Yeah and were back to school da girlies
And if n ya know dat yo man is startin to flip
Shock dat monkey on the tlc tip
Yall know we aint down for no monkey business
Erri uuhh erri uuhh erri
It aint even like that
Yo t-boz kick it
When you know that its good
And you know that its hot
All the girlies want a piece of what youve got
When a man is a man
And its all in his face
Hes gon jump all on it
Cause it bes that way
Gotta get up on it
Put that heart aside
Aint about that lovin
Its all about that pride
If you do unto him
What he does all the time
Thats the only thing for sure
To keep that nickel in line
You gotta go
Chorus:
Shock dat monkey
Shock em good shock em good
Shock dat monkey
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Shock dat monkey
Shock em good, shock em good
Shock dat monkey
If he plays in the field
And hes shamin your name
Got no time for tears
You can get in the game
If a man is a man
And he calls you a ho
Aint no point in playin
If he doesnt know (yeah)
Dont let him know
If you dont go through it
And if it blows
Hey just dont sweat it
Now youre in control
If you just dont screw it
Shock him before
He knows you know so
Chorus
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song performed by TLC
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Monkey Around
So, your friends have been telling you
I'm outta my mind
Actin' all wild and weird
Shoutin' and screechin'
Bouncin' off the walls
Swinging from the chandeliers
I've been running thru the neon jungle
I've been chasing every woman in town
When you turn a man into a monkey
That monkey's gonna monkey around.
Now, wait until you see my new girlfriend
I picked her up down at the zoo
She's got rings in her nose
Glitter on her toes
And a very well placed tatoo
Now that I been up on the highwire
You ain't ever gonna get me down
When you turn a man into a monkey
That monkey is gonna monkey around.
Well, once you had me dancing
At the end of your chain
Begging for your small change love
I was jumping thru hoops
Doing loopty loops
Yeah but, girl I finally had enough
So when ya see me out rockin
In my little red hat
Going eight ball over town
Ya made a man into a monkey.
Yeah, once you had me dancing
At the end of your chain
Begging for your small change love
I was jumping thru hoops
Doing loopty loops
Yeah but, girl I finally had enough
So when ya see me out rockin
In my little red hat
Going eight ball over town
Ya made a man into a monkey
That monkey's gonna monkey around.
Yeah, Baby
You made a man into a monkey
This monkey's gonna monkey around...
song performed by Travis Tritt
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The Ballad of the White Horse
DEDICATION
Of great limbs gone to chaos,
A great face turned to night--
Why bend above a shapeless shroud
Seeking in such archaic cloud
Sight of strong lords and light?
Where seven sunken Englands
Lie buried one by one,
Why should one idle spade, I wonder,
Shake up the dust of thanes like thunder
To smoke and choke the sun?
In cloud of clay so cast to heaven
What shape shall man discern?
These lords may light the mystery
Of mastery or victory,
And these ride high in history,
But these shall not return.
Gored on the Norman gonfalon
The Golden Dragon died:
We shall not wake with ballad strings
The good time of the smaller things,
We shall not see the holy kings
Ride down by Severn side.
Stiff, strange, and quaintly coloured
As the broidery of Bayeux
The England of that dawn remains,
And this of Alfred and the Danes
Seems like the tales a whole tribe feigns
Too English to be true.
Of a good king on an island
That ruled once on a time;
And as he walked by an apple tree
There came green devils out of the sea
With sea-plants trailing heavily
And tracks of opal slime.
Yet Alfred is no fairy tale;
His days as our days ran,
He also looked forth for an hour
On peopled plains and skies that lower,
From those few windows in the tower
That is the head of a man.
But who shall look from Alfred's hood
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poem by Gilbert Keith Chesterton
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