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Magic

Summer turns me upside down
Summer summer summer
Its like a merry-go-round
I see you under the midnight
All shackles and bows
High shoes with the cleats a-clickin
A tempermental glow
How far will you take it
Well no one knows
Dont let me go
I got a hold on you tonight
Chorus
Oh oh its magic
When Im with you
Oh oh its magic
You know its true
Got a hold on you
Twisted under sideways down
I know youre getting twisted
And you cant calm down
I see you under the midnight
Love darts in your eyes
How far can you take it
Till you realize
Theres magic in your eyes
Chorus

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Nitty Gritty /somethings Got A Hold On Me

Oh lets (lets)
Get (get)
Right (right)
On down (down)
To the real (real)
Nitty gritty (nitty gritty)
Some folks know about it some dont (some dont)
Some folks learn to shout it some wont (some wont)
But sooner or later baby
Gonna get right down to the real nitty gritty
Get right down to the real nitty gritty yeah
Cmon and get right down to the real nitty gritty yeah
Get right down to the real nitty gritty yeah)
One two (nitty gritty) three
Get right down to the real nitty gritty
One two three four
Somethings got a hold on me
Yeah must be love
Whoah somethings got a hold on me right now
Yeah must be love
Well I got a feeling and I feel so strange
And everything about me seems to have changed
Step by step I gotta find me a walk
I even sound different when I talk
I said oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) wow
Somethings got a hold on me
And it must be love
Chorus
Well I never felt this way before
Somethings got a hold on me and wont let go
Believe Id fly just a whole day for you
It sounds so strange but it feels so good
I said oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh) wow
Somethings got a hold on me
And it must be love
Well now my heart feels heavy and my feet feel light
I shake all over but I feel all right
I never thought this could happen to me
Well Im in heaven when Im in misery
Well I never thought this could be this way
Well I know baby that this is the day
Well I never thought it could be this way
But now youre gone its been a-hurtin on me
I said oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)
Somehtings got a hold on me
And it must be love
You know its like love
Talks like love
Yeah it feels all right
You know I feel all right
Walk like love now
Yeah walks like love
Im talkin about love yeah yeah yeah
Know about love
I feel all right now
Feel all right yeah yeah yeah
Well walks like love
Well talks like love all right
Chorus
I never felt this way before
Somethings got a hold on me and wont let go
Believe Id fly to just a whole day for you
It sounds so strange but it feels so good
I said oh (oh) oh (oh) oh (oh)
Somehtings got a hold on me
And it must be love
Yeah it must be love
Whoa it must be love

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Ive Got To See You Again

Line on your face dont bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I cant help myself
Ive got to see you again
Late in the night when Im all alone
And I look at the clock and I know youre not home
I cant help myself
Ive got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream
But no I wont go for any of those reasons
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I cant help myself
Ive got to see you again
I could almost go there....
No I wont go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where youve been
I cant help myself
Ive got to see you again

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Even if this summer is like none before (in answer to William Shakespeare)

Even if this summer is like none before,
with its dazzling flowers and fruits, even if none
other will ever be the same as this one
summers do not cease to exist and there will be one more

even is there is something to adore
and even preserving fruit, flowers, colours and tastes life goes on
and in winter natures lies asleep and quickly it is gone
with another great summer in store

and no one is truly bereft
when winter comes with its beauty
as if stuck in a cleft
when autumn, winter and spring appears with their own serenity.
nothing in a bottle can capture life, to have its essence left;
no human is apt in ability, to such profanity.

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You Know Youre Right

I will never bother you
I will never promise to
I will never follow you
I will never bother you
Never speak a word again
I will crawl away for good
I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew it would come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt this well
Pain...
You know youre right...
Im so warm and calm inside
I no longer have to hide
Lets talk about someone else
Steaming soup against her mouth
Nothing really bothers her
She just wants to love herself
I will move away from here
You wont be afraid of fear
No thought was put into this
I always knew itd come to this
Things have never been so swell
I have never felt this well
Pain...
You know youre right
Pain...

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I Know Youre Out There Somewhere

I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know Ill find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
And somehow Ill return again to you
The mist is lifting slowly
I can see the way ahead
And Ive left behind the empty streets
That once inspired my life
And the strength of the emotion
Is like thunder in the air
cos the promise that we made each other
Haunts me to the end
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know Ill find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know Ill find you somehow
And somehow Ill return again to you
The secret of your beauty
And the mystery of your soul
Ive been searching for in everyone I meet
And the times Ive been mistaken
Its impossible to say
And the grass is growing
Underneath our feet
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know Ill find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know Ill find you somehow
And somehow Ill return again to you
From the words that I remember
From my childhood still are true
That theres none so blind
As those who will not see
And to those who lack the courage
And say its dangerous to try
Well they just dont know
That love eternal will not be denied
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know Ill find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know Ill find you somehow
And somehow Ill return again to you
Yes I know its going to happen
I can feel you getting near
And soon well be returning
To the fountain of our youth
And if you wake up wondering
In the darkness Ill be there
My arms will close around you
And protect you with the truth
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere, somewhere
I know youre out there somewhere
Somewhere you can hear my voice
I know Ill find you somehow
Somehow, somehow
I know Ill find you somehow
And somehow Ill return again to you

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Patrick White

Impoverished Like A Loser With A High IQ

Impoverished like a loser with a high IQ.
It’s a darker discipline than art
to learn to love what you must live.
The aristocratic penury of a poet
who keeps giving it all away
as if generosity were a form of protest
against the sock puppets of common sense
whose mouths move like empty wallets
when they speak of the lives they’re living.
We lived from rented dump to rented dump
and beautified the yards
with gardens we dug
and flowers we stole
from a better neighbourhood six blocks away
until it came time for the landlord to sell them
and we moved on to the next lunar landing
when I was a boy
and maybe that’s why
I’ve always seen things
as temporary ever since.
I give to people as if they knew
what I know
that everything we have
will be taken back soon enough
and you can’t keep what you won’t give away.
Life for example.
Or light. Flowers. Stars. Children. Poems.
More seeds in the autumn
than there are in the spring.
And because I’m so aware of time
I see so much eternity
in their tears and their smiles
everyone always seems to me
myself included
half ghost
and half mystic shadow
of the lucidity they could be for awhile.
I’m always urging brown stars like Jupiter
to shine a little harder
to open the other eye
of its three hundred year old methane hurricane
and greet the sun at midnight
like a peer of shining
that could set carbon and oxygen
on the spiritual path to us
like blind pilgrims on the way
to a shrine of eyes with liberating visions
that are released like doves
to look for land
by people who understand
they’re walking on stars.
But you’ve got to see way beyond that
if you want to get a fix on who you are.
You’ve got to walk that extra mile
in someone else’s moccasins
if you don’t want to underestimate
the size of the universe
and your place in it.
Your brain may be three pounds of starmud
but your mind
is the intangible of intangibles.
Light upon light
you can’t catch up to
or run from.
And whatever that light illuminates
enhances its awareness
of how things can change
just by looking at them
but when it turns back on itself
to enlighten the source of its shining
everything is dark and clear and imageless
without thought
without feeling
without witness or metaphor.
And if you thought you were poor before
think again.
When Lazarus returned to life
did he leave the dead anything?
I’m counting cans of beans in tomato sauce
like acephalic feet in Horation odes.
I’m reading the I Ching
with the fascistic rods
of brittle spaghetti sticks that break
like the false dawns of misfortune
as if they were the fragile wing bones of birds
spread out like the delicate skeletons of Japanese fans
that consulted the wrong stars
to escape the winter that overtook them.
Maybe I could drill holes in them
and unmarrow them like a syrinx
just to lighten the mood of the music in Sparta.
Or make a prayer wheel of birds
and blow them clockwise
to lift this jinx of a galaxy
turning the wrong way
like the German version
of Madame Blavatsky’s Aryan swastika.
The ubermensch too has underwhelmed himself.
Pipe dreams.
Napoleonic schemes in civilian dress.
Arks in an ice age that don’t float.
Fly-fishing in glaciers that move like the Hoover Dam.
Mood rings of climate change
challenging the adaptability of man
to survive his own works like Atlantis.
You can sing about the sweetness of the honey-bee
on twelve grain whole wheat bread
but when there’s nothing in the house
but an emaciated mouse
in a cupboard that echoes like the Grand Canyon
you eat like a praying mantis.
You eat your brain.
You eat your heart
for the food value of your enemy
to give you the courage
to stand up to your genius like a warrior
offering a blood sacrifice
to the prophetic skulls of your ancestors
who said you’d end up here one day
if you kept on going the way you had to
if you were to make any sense
out of why you were lost.
Born too stupid to be a cynic
and tell Alexander to get out of my light
I let my right eye
that could only see
the value of things
like an incorrigible positivist
grow larger than the negative one
that only looked at the cost.
Even when I looked into things
and saw that nothing had an identity
and all was emptiness
and interdependent origination
I didn’t become a balanced nihilist
and think the glass was half empty
but saw how the dark abundance
in the hidden watersheds of the plenum-void
spilled over the rim
like fountainheads of bright vacancy
that bubbled up and were blown off
like wavelengths of sea foam
into nebulae and galaxies
and the white-maned horses of Neptune
by the winds of time and space
blowing on the coastal tides of consciousness
like a lover on the skin of the moon
when he returns to her like an atmosphere.
And I may be a shipwreck in the Sea of Shadows
living penumbrally on the memory
of some spectacular eclipses
and magnificent supernovas
and a handful of first magnitude stars
I’m still trying to arrange
into a new constellation
to explain my myth of origin
but I’ve forgotten more about
the occult science of shining
and how to go divining for water on the moon
than all these blind star-nosed moles
trying to burrow their way through wormholes
into a heaven they don’t even know they’re already in
will ever realize in light years.
I may be the grasshopper who fiddled
too long throughout the summer
to keep things dancing
at a field party I was always the last to leave
and even far into winter
scraped his legs together like firesticks
trying to catch flame and thaw the ice.
And I suppose I wouldn’t be in this mess
as my friend Willie P. Bennet used to say
if I could have learned to take my own advice
but when I saw
how the ant mulched its heap of formic acid
into the hill tomb of an organized society
like Surabachi Mountain on Iwo Jima
and smelled how it reeked of stinging nettles
I thought it’s better to play a blue violin
on the stern of the Titanic going down
than it is to try and overrun Asia
like my Mongolian ancestry suggested I should.
People too lazy to work get jobs
and retire like watch fobs.
People without a calling
a passion, a summons in life
that demands nothing less
than everything all the time of you
and the total sacrifice of all other options
because there are people who are born
to choose the sea and not the lifeboat
who prefer to disappear into the sky
than stand at a window
that’s only a wingspan wide
and wished they’d learned to fly
thirty years earlier
instead of wearing out the carpets that could have.
Better to fail radiantly
than eclipse everyone with success.
And when you’re lying on your death bed
how are you ever going
to commiserate with your ghost
when you see clearly
you’re going to be reincarnated
as smog over Los Angeles
for not burning white hot enough
when you were given two lungs for bellows?
The brass ring might be a ripple
worth reaching for
like a life preserver in a storm
but the dark ore cries tears of silver
like the new moon in the arms of the old
when she sees how everything
it shines upon like base metal
and September fields of flowing wheat
turns to gold.
The winners do their crying out loud in crowds
and everybody wonders why
and takes their wound on as their own
and listens to every viral syllable
of what they had to sacrifice to heal.
The Mithraic bull bleeds money
like Jesus on the cross.
And twelve days later only half meaning to
undramatically backs into
an overanalyzed suicide
and then rises like the circumpolar star
of a music legend that never leaves the set.
Elvis Presley is alive and well
and reviving in Tweed Ontario.
Anywhere your ghost wants to go
the world is a seance that wants to know
why you left one foot sticking out of your afterlife
as if you were buried
somewhere between shore and a lifeboat
in the undertow of the providential tides
that pulled you under.
But an impoverished loser with a high IQ
who’s given up
trying to unionize himself
like a cult of heretics
that don’t think that any sacrifice
is too great to radicalize
the square roots of Rubik’s cubes
circumambulating the Kaaba
like shepherd moons
is already haunting the kitchen
looking for food left out to attract the dead
back to the living
as he weeps alone in his apartment
for everything he’s missing.
And the stars outside howl in the distance
like the eyes of a lean wolf pack
lit up like the lamps of a search party
they’ve rounded up
to go looking for him
all through the long hungry night
like fellow appetites on the food chain
as his heart bleeds out like a magic bean
in tomato sauce.
An impoverished loser with a high IQ
who upheld the value of things
like a meteoritic cornerstone
grounded in the quicksand of the cost.

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Loves Got A Hold On Me

Honey got something to tell you
You drive me outta my mind
Crazy situation, it aint infatuation
Aint gonna waste no more time
Back now a new days coming
Everything is plain to see
Baby youre the one Im missing
Do you want to be with me
What a fool I kept you hangin on the line
I didnt care that your heart was doin time
I know love has got a hold on me (x2)
Honey Ive always been a drifter
Took a long time accepting the truth
Baby youre the one Im lickin
No one treats me like you do
What a fool I kept you hangin on the line
I didnt care that your heart was doin time

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Sylvia

Whoa, oh, oh, yeah
Mmm, hmm sylvia
You know youre getting to me now
Mmm, mmm, mmm, sylvia
You gently touched my heart somehow
Yesterday you made me happy as a child at play
Just like the summer sun that warms my heart
And move on, now you are gone
Whoa, oh, oh, sylvia
Youre everything that I adore
That sweet song, that caught a spark in me more
Tenderly thats how you whisper that you loved me
As if a raindrop kissed my ear and disappeared, now you are gone
Oh, oh, oh, yeah
You know I love my little sylvia
Whoa, oh, oh, yeah
And yesterday I feel in love with you all the way
Tenderly you lit a spark in my heart, now you are gone
Mmm, hmm, sylvia
I gently miss sylvia
Im crazy bout ya, sylvia
You know I love my little sylvia

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The Devil To Pay

Go on, girl, take your chances
See how long you can go on from man to man
I can read the lines between your stolen glances
And I know its time to fold this losing hand
cause youre drawn to the flame
By the thrill and the shame
Of the cheating game they taught you how to play
But theres a price to that high lie youre living
And youve still got the devil to pay
Join your friends, while you got em
cause you know youre getting older every day
You cant wait to let em take you to the bottom
And Im getting tired of standing in your way
But when you hit the ground
Dont go lookin around
For the pieces of the love you threw away
Thats just a part of the high cost of leaving
And youve still got the devil to pay.
Youve been flying so high for so long that you lied
To yourself now, most of all
Baby, all that you needed from me was the freedom to fall.
When your bright lights are gone
Youll be standing alone
And forsaken in the naked light of day
And youll know that its all over but the dying
And youve still got the devil to pay.

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Hes Got A Hold On Me

(nik kershaw)
Producer for bonnie: nik kershaw
No matter how hard I try
No matter how many days go by
I really cant make this feeling go away
Whenever I change my mind
Whenever I turn my head around
The only one I can see every single day
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
Whenever hes somewhere else
I try to remember if I can
When if only I could forget
I think Id be just fine
I wonder where he came from
I wonder what name he answers to
Whatever he calls himself
Id like to call him mine
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you
It could be my low resistance
And you can all be as smug as hell
But you all better keep your distance
Unless you wanna get burnt as well
Whenever he walks on by
And looks at me then I know
That he is never letting go
Hes got a hold on me
Nothing I can say
Nothing I can do
Hes got a hold on me
And pretty soon he may
Have a hold on you

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You Really Got A Hold On Me

(william smokey robinson)
I dont like you but I love you
Seems that Im always thinking of you
Oh, oh, you treat me badly
I love you madly
You really got a hold on me, yeah
You really got a hold on me, baby, yeah
I dont want you but I need you
I dont want to kiss you but I need to, oh, oh
You do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You really got a hold on me, oh
You really got a hold on me, baby, yeah
I love you and all I want you to do is just
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
I want to leave you
Dont want to stay here
I dont want to spend
Just one more day here
Oh, oh, I want to split now
I just cant quit now
You really got a hold on me, yeah
You got a hold on me
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah-eah-eah
I dont want to kiss you
But I need to
Oh, oh, you do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You really got a hold on me, oh
You really got a hold on me
Baby, yeah
I love you and all I want you to do is just
Hold me, hold me, hold me
You really got a hold on me, oh
You really got a hold on me, ah
You really got a hold on me, oh
You really got a hold on me
You got me
You got a hold on me
Yes you have
You got a hold on me, ah
You really got a hold on me
Hey, you got a hold on me

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I sho hates the Devil (but God, you gots ta shape up too

I know the devil’s the bad dude, and you’re sposed to be good and all that
But big guy, let me tell you, I jes don’t think you know where it’s at
A lotta things they need affixing and that’s a pure and simple fact
Howsa about getting your holy arse a stirrin and perform some miraculous act

Big guy, they’s a lotta problems and they’s more seems to be growin each day
So why aintcha out there affixing ‘em, in this big guy, miraculous way
Why, hells bells, you made the earth and I’m a guessing likely the cosmos too
So why do ya let public restrooms, smell like some ‘ol gol-danged zoo

Big guy you a real puzzle. I’ma thinking you just might could be lazy
Lettin women get raped and kids starve sure seems crazy
Seems like you alookin tother way, seems like you surely do
Yeah, I hates the devil, but God you gotta shape up too

And hows about foot fungus, arthritis and my achin back
Big guy, sho nuff, atimes I’ma thinking you just don know jack
messy ’ol airplane crashes, way big ‘ol floods an such
Hell, I’d point that religious finger and stop ‘em with that righteous touch

I know you run this big ‘ol kingdom, up in that big ‘ol sky
So howsa about a big ‘ol miracle for that little ‘ol kid starving in Mombai
Don wanna sound disrespectful lord, hopin you knowin that’s true
Sho nuff I hates the Devil, but God you really, really, gotta shape up too

And don you be layin no plagues on me now. I’m jus tryin to getcha offa your duff
Big guy, you sho done lotsa miracles,
but right now you jes ain doin enuf

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In Too Deep

All that time I was searching, nowhere to run to, it started me
Thinking,
Wondering what I could make of my life, and whod be waiting,
Asking all kinds of questions, to myself, but never finding the answers,
Crying at the top of my voice, and no one listening,
All this time, I still remember everything you said
Theres so much you promised, how could I ever forget.
Listen, you know I love you, but I just cant take this,
You know I love you, but Im playing for keeps,
Although I need you, Im not gonna make this,
You know I want to, but Im in too deep.
So listen, listen to me,
Ooh you must believe me,
I can feel your eyes go thru me,
But I dont know why.
Ooh I know youre going, but I cant believe
Its the way that youre leaving,
Its like we never knew each other at all, it may be my fault,
I gave you too many reasons, being alone, when I didnt want to
I thought youd always be there, I almost believed you,
All this time, I still remember everything you said, oh
Theres so much you promised, how could I ever forget.
Listen, you know I love you, but I just cant take this,
You know I love you, but Im playing for keeps,
Although I need you, Im not gonna make this,
You know I want to, but Im in too deep.
So listen, listen to me,
I can feel your eyes go thru me
It seems Ive spent too long
Only thinking about myself - oh
Now I want to spend my life
Just caring bout somebody else.
Listen, you know I love you, but I just cant take this,
You know I love you, but Im playing for keeps,
Although I need you, Im not gonna make this,
You know I want to, but Im in too deep.
You know I love you, but I just cant take this,
You know I love you, but Im playing for keeps,
Although I need you, Im not gonna make this,
You know I want to, but Im in too deep...

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Woo-hah!! Got You All In Check

Intro/outro 2x: busta rhymes (and odb singin some crazy stuff)
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Y'alllll y'alllll y'alllll, y'all
Chorus: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard
The flip mode is the squad that controls your set
Woo-hah!! got you all in check
We on some outta state shoot like you watch star trek
Woo-hah!! got you all in check
You better keep my music bangin till it disconnect
Woo-hah!! got you all in check
Architects gettin money let me cash my check
Woo-hah!! got you all in check
Verse one: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard
Busta rhymes up in the place with the oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes you rhyme (dirty) whaaaat? (you rhyme after me)
The oh-dee-bee was nominated for a grammy
Congratulations bust with your solo elllllll-peeeh!!!
Puttin scratches in my lyrics like my name was kid capri
Blow up the spot, regardless of your nationality
And i'm the dirty dawg can't uh (nuhzza uhzza nizza uh!) with meeee???
Took mariah on a fantasy!! yo
I had a wet dream that i was ------ jody wately
Doin wild shzz a nuh ain't allowed to see
But we about to blow up the spot momentarily
Woo-hah!! ran stupid all throughout the country
And for youse to kill me? that wasn't meants to be
I know it feel good muthafuh want the recipe!!
And whose the vigilante, in the place to be
The oh-dee-bee
Busta rhymes real quality!
My top philosophy, is to be the, volunatarily
Nuh, that rip your ass for free, ha-hah-hah, hah!
Intro/outro 1/2
Ohh baby i like it rawww, get with me!
Baby it's frrrrrrreal ecstasy!
Yo ev-ery-time i design a flow, you see in 3d
Flow listening to me
Knock a nuh out, one two three!
Chorus
Interlude: ol dirty bastard
Dibby dabby dibbi dah, then i pass a lot
Let me get more hot, represent the spot
A mad squad when it comes to the art of rappin
I gotta keep your hands clappin
When you look at me, the type of guy i be
I'm a dirty dancer, making girlies panties move
Let them fly so i can blast up the duh
Girlies watch sayin "god, stop getting me hot!"
Verse two: busta rhymes, ol dirty bastard
May i talk shhh, yo kill the yappin
Word is bond baby, tell me how you look so smashin
Now i got your head hurt, you need an aspirin
Bashin your head in the wall, time for some action!
If you want a small piece well here's a fraction
Of shhh that will bust your head quick, peep the transaction
Of how we keep muthafuh constantly crashin
They flyin with, think no shifts, now whose the champion?
I bring the wicked flow, like the latest fashion
Satisfaction baby keep your camera flashin
I was bust in the sperm cells mixed with old gold
Funkest mode, 'fore-you-should-list.., some go
Played for a wild irish rose
Bad uh nuh slam buh with no clothes
In the backseat of a 'back sixty-nine oldsmoz
Are your soles and toes in the windows? oh my, huh, zzzoom
Hey believe me when i say so
You're in need ofarealnigc-ka-ka-ka-crambole
Chorus
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You Don't Need To Tell Me You Don't Care

You don’t need to tell me you don’t care, not caring
is an environmental condition since humans became
too dangerous to trust their own minds as the world,
let themselves be morning doves in the phoenix-fire of the sumac,
or a light within a light like a planet in the dusk,
the pink lilac of Mercury, the flashing white
gardenia of Venus. Killing only lets you be
one thing else
after you’ve deleted all the rest. Not caring
is the shape of a final heart, the rose recast by the minerals
as stone, cell by cell, nest by nest, petrified
by the cuckoo whose young shoulder the eggs of its host out
like refugees that take over the government
that gives them shelter. Not caring
is an ancient battlefield in the morning
where crows and old women, idiots, wretches, dogs
plunder the dead lying like islands in the mist,
a cemetery of maggots that froze before
they could finish eating the horse. Not caring
is deciding to live without punctuation
because everywhere you went something got in your way
like crosswalks or streetlights, your desire for precious metals,
to drink the silver pure, frustrated everywhere
by the corroded goblets and encrustations
of people who smiled like ores and tons of granite. Not caring,
is a leftover of porous slag and a gaping quarry,
and the gifts of not caring are always accidental
and come wrapped in the skins of old enemies, a relic of fangs
that fell out like the phases of the moon
when the new ones with their upgraded toxins appeared.

You don’t have to tell me you don’t care,
I’ve lived under glaciers long enough to know
the knives of the small arctics that plunge through the heart
like kingfishers never cry; I know
the striations of stone eyes
that leave their runic watermarks
like scars and coats of arms on a shield, how
the polar caps can descend down over a skull
for thousands of years and the people revert to hides.
Not caring is a moth-eaten charter
of inalienable human blights;
chained like a telephone book to the left side
of a junkie Medusa that sold Pegasus to a riding academy
for the last hit to take off her head
long before Perseus showed up like a rehab centre.
Not caring is a way of saying
the world has let you down like an elopement
you once waited for all night at a window
when windows were made of water,
and it was an eclipse of everything you loved,
not the moon with its ladder
that came for you, the world, a foot in the door
of the opening lotus. The scarlet runner
of the iron in your blood
turned to rebar in cement to reinforce
the dead meteor of the foundation stone
that crashed through your celestial ceiling
as if God had personally thrown a rock at you
and killed your peacock in an avalanche of eyes.

Here’s a bit of not caring, here’s
the splinter of a black dwarf
that will add a little gravity to your requiem: boo hoo.
But who could mean it; who so foolish,
watching your blood-drenched weathervane
beating wingless in the air, the harbinger
of a past catastrophe, to foul the summer wind
that runs schools of stars like fish into the nets
of the auroral curtains gusting across the night sky
with a blizzard of vindictive spiders?
Everywhere the abdomens and sulphurous bouquets
of burnt match-heads. A still-life with webs.
The mummifed embryo of an aborted afterlife
and an umbilical cord undone
like a shoelace in a coffin. Not caring
is a black hole with an event horizon
that is a one-way threshold, the edge of the flat earth,
the useless wing of a collapsed dimension,
a climacteric of cannibals.

You don’t have to tell me you don’t care;
turn the rock of the world over in most,
shine a light in the corners between
the rafters in the damp basement, and you’ll see
a Nazi who wears black, kid leather gloves and breezy colognes
when he mutilates, Aryan bird wheels of destruction
frozen like galaxies and desecrated flowers in metal
arranged logically on the iconic desktop
of his universally translatable uniform, and this
is a man who doesn’t care, and this is a long, black, centipede;
and you’ll see his aspiring counterpart, a soldier
closer to home, a Chilean carabinero,
a mighty man with a can of gasoline and a condom
and a brutalized woman from the university
he rapes and burns at the side of the road back to his family,
the irisless eyes of two periods for proof he has fangs
and knows how to use his glands and organ
like a sun-tanned mamba in shades; and this
is a man who doesn’t care, and this, his machismo aside,
is a red army ant washing the general’s dirty underwear
like nettles in formic acid as he boils to be someone.
And over there, with headphones on, saline drips pumping
psychotic punk hormones through his neuronic circuitry
like flame-throwers in an air-conditioned ideology
that’s convinced it’s a tank in the deserts of Iraq,
is the boy next door who’s just made burgers and fries
of a five thousand year old Arab village
immolated like the villain of a video-game, all in the name
of a democratic republic that injects its mutable eggs
into the body of the living host
they will liberate, imperialize, and devour, and this
is a man who doesn’t care, a large, black wasp
trying to win the tiger stripes of a killer bee.
And there where the rat died dehydrated by an industrial poison,
if you look closely, beneath the sleek, moist pelt,
that puts a new spin on infestation, you’ll see
a tiny thing that calls itself a multinational corporation,
no bigger than a comma with a decimal head,
a reflex of life with the pituatary glands of a giant
who claims to own the rain in Bolivia, the arm pits
of western Africa, the people of Belize,
the grain belt of southern Saskatchewan and Alberta,
food, medicine, animals, diseases, fossils, oil, minerals, ore, genes
and the child labour of millions anywhere
there’s a dumpster with a constitution
that can’t borrow enough from the swine at the trough to eat; and this
is a legally verifiable person who doesn’t care, not a man,
but a maggot that lives in the nose
of the living and the dead like a merger in the boardroom
of a wounded world where everything is either
custard or pus. You don’t have to tell me you don’t care.

You didn’t care in Armenia, Dachau, Palestine, Sabra
and Shatila, Cambodia, Chile, Tienanmin Square, Kent State, Watts,
Wounded Knee, Algeria, Vietnam, South Africa, Manchuria, Tibet,
Siberia, El Salvador, Belfast, Uganda, Argentina, Sudan and the Balkans,
and you don’t care now that there are children
with hep-C and aids who sell their bodies
like golden chariots in the sewer to support a habit
they learned on lullaby knees like a crutch or a church.
You don’t have to tell me you don’t care;
I can see the homeless everywhere treated like the broken glass
of an emergency someone eventually pulled
as a messed-up prank on the moon;
and the afflicted, the lonely, the addicted, the dispossessed and the aggrieved
hoping to leak out of what was crushed like wine
as the last paint rag of hope to staunch the wound
unspools like a rainbow on an oilslick
and agrees against the colour of their own eyes
that the best of dreams is just
a momentary refraction of black;
but you don’t have to tell me you don’t care,
I can hear the shriek of your non-existence
unplugging the tree from the fruit, the sun from the sky,
the star from the vine, the river from the sea everywhere
until all that’s left to excavate is a grave in the air
for the blown lightbulb that can’t weld back
the merest filament of its own severed lifelines.

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Down To The Wire

Every time you touch her sets your hands on fire,
And every thing youve got is all that she requires.
And you hang on, hang on, hang on to the words of a liar.
You can feel it getting down to the wire.
All the hurt you thought was gone has now returned,
And every thing shes laughing at is all you learned.
And you let go, let go, let go, cause you know youre getting tired.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?
Take the time to close your eyes and look around,
cause anyone who helped you out can let you down.
And look out, look out, look out, the voice is now the choir.
Can you feel it getting down to the wire?

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You Really Got A Hold On Me

I dont like you but I love you
Seems that Im always thinking of you
Oh, oh, oh, you treat me badly
I love you madly
You really got a hold on me,
You really got a hold on me, yeah
I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me
Hold me, hold me
I dont want you but I need you
Dont want to kiss you but I need you
Oh, oh, oh, you do me wrong now
My love is strong now
You really got a hold on me, come on
You really got a hold on me, yeah
I love you and all I want you to do is just hold me
Hold me, hold me
I want to leave you, dont want to stay here
Dont want to spend another day here
Oh, oh, oh, I want to split now
I cant quit now
You really got a hold on me, come on
You really got a hold on me, baby
You really got a hold on me
You really got a hold on me, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Got a hold on me
You really got a hold on me
Yeah

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D. I. Y.

Dont tell me what I will do, cos I wont
Dont tell me to believe in you, cos I dont
Be on your guard, better hostile and ha
--dont risk affection
Like flesh to the bone in the no-go zone
Youre still waiting for teh resurrection
Come up to me with your what did you say?
And Ill tell you straight in the eye
D.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y.
Do it yourself
Everyone want to be what he not, what he not
Nobody happy with what he got, what he got
You function like a dummy with a new ventriloquist
Do you say nothing yourself?
Hanging like a thriller on the final twist
--you know youre getting stuck on the shelf
Come up to me with your what did you say?
And Ill tell you straight in the eye
D.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y.
When things get so big, I dont trust them at all
You want some control -- youve got to keep it small
D.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y. d.i.y.
Do it yourself

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Touch Too Much

It was one of those nights
When you turned out the lights
And everything comes into view
She was taking her time
I was losing my mind
There was nothing that she wouldnt do
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
She knew we was making love
I was so satisfied
Deep down inside
Like a hand in a velvet glove
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Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Seems like a touch, a touch too much
Too much for my body, too much for my brain
This kind of womans gonna drive me insane
Shes got a touch, a touch too much
She had the face of an angel
Smiling with sin
A body of venus with arms
Dealing with danger
Stroking my skin
Let the thunder and lightening start
It wasnt the first
It wasnt the last
It wasnt that she didnt care
She wanted it hard
And wanted it fast
She liked it done medium rare
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Seems like a touch, touch too much
You know its much too much, much too much
I really want to feel your touch too much
Girl you know youre getting me much too much
Seems like a touch
Just a dirty little touch
I really need your touch
Cause youre much too much too much
Chorus

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Run Rudolph Run

(marvin brode & johnny marks)
Out of all the reindeer, you know youre the mastermind
Run run rudolph vixen cant be far behind
Run run rudolph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
Said santa to the boy child what would you be longing for
All I want for christmas is a rock and roll electric guitar
Then away went rudolph streaking like a shooting star
Run run rudloph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
(go go go)
Said santa to the girl child what would you be pleased most to get
A little barbie doll that can cry sleep drink and wet
Then away went rudolph streaking like a citation jet
Run run rudolph santa got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the interstate down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round
... round round round round round
Run run rudolph santas got to make it to town
Santa make him hurry; tell him he can take the freeway down
Run run rudolph spinning like a merry go round

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