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Murder Was The Case[Remix]

*helicopter flying overhead*
This is angela sanders coming to you live
From the scene of yet another murder mystery
It seems that entertainer snoop doggy dogg has been murdered
We have no information at this time
*journalist speaks in spanish (I wont be insulting and try to transcribe it)*
*lightning cracks*
*helicopter passes by again*
As I look up, at the sky
My mind starts trippin, a tear drops my eye
My body temperature falls
Im shakin, and they breakin, tryin to save the dogg
Pumpin on my chest and Im screamin
I stop breathin, damn I see deamons
Dear god, I wonder can ya save me
I cant die my boo-boos bout to have my baby
I think its too late for prayin, hold up
A voice spoke to me and it slowly started sayin
Bring your lifestyle to me Ill make it better
And how long will I live?
Eternal life and forever
And will I be, the g that I was?
Ill make your life better than you can imagine or even dreamed of
So relax your soul, let me take control
Close your eyes my son
My eyes are closed
Murder... murder was the case that they gave me (repeat 4x)
Im fresh up out my coma
I got my momma and my daddy and my homies in my corner
Its gonna take a miracle they say
For me to walk again and talk again but anyway
I get, fronted some keys, to get, back on my feet
And everything that nigga said, came to reality
Livin like a baller loc
Im havin money, and blowin hella chronic smoke
I bought my momma a benz, my boo-boo a jag
And now Im rollin in a nine-trizzay el do-rad
Just remember who changed your mind
Cuz when you start set-trippin, that ass is mine
Indeed, agreed proceed to smoke weed
Never have a want, never have a need
They say Im greedy but I still want mo
Cause my eyes wanna journey some more, really doe (check it out)
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the lord, my soul to keep
If I should die, before I wake
I pray the lord, my soul to take
Murder was the case that they gave me
Murder was the case that they gave me (repeat 2x)
No more indo, gin and juice

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Snoops Upside Ya Head

[snoop talking]
Aiyyo soopafly, why don't you get work with one of them fly-ass remixes?
Dpg style...hahahaha...
[nate dogg]
Who's the man with the mic in haaand?
Who's the man with the masterlplaaan?
He goes by the name of snoop d-o-g
He play the mic and these bustas fleee
[verse 1, snoop]
It's a whole-nother day, i'm back up in ya
Snoop d-o double g, i representah
Been away for a while but y'all know
I'm still doggystylin on death row (you know!)
Got things locked down, sold up
So if you plan on comin out, fool hold up
This a stick up, get up
They got yo shiz on the shelf, oh mine's too
And guess who they gon pick up
Some fools think they know they hit, but they don't
Some m-a's escape, some won't
Bumpin' heads with bustas
Where you from? eastside, longbeach, represent 2-1
The homie just got paroled
And he got more stories than the highway patrol
Tellin me about the money suge knight stole
But don't let that leak cuz, fool i get swole
I see you're tryin to get in, to get out
Put me up on game tellin me who gon' jack me
But ever since i was a puppy til i was paroled
I never had no other dogg pullin on my phone
Chorus:
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head (say what?)
Say snoops upside ya head
Say snoops upside ya head
Hold on, what's my name?
Snoop dogg! snoop dogg! (snoop...) x4
[verse 2, snoop]
I see these rappers in this game be doin way too much
Actin tough with this east-west coast stuff
See me, i'm all about my money man
I stay fly and dry
I don't get caught up in the rain
Cuz game (game) recognize game (game)
No matter where you from, we all can get dumb, insane
And turn the party out without a doubt
Unless you them fools who ain't got no clout
Lbc and beware of my crew
Cuz uh, we out there stuck on the crazy glue
Upside ya head like oops, snoop's the lick

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Doggfather

(snoop)
I know you gonna dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
Dig this
(timbaland)
Uh huh, uh huh say what
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
(timbaland)
Uh huh uh huh
Say what say what
Snoop:
I'm the doggfatha
And you know that
Snoop:
When i wizake up in the mornin (say what)
And i get up out my bizzed (say what)
I feel gizood, oh yes i dizoo (uh)
Cuz i still can give it up on yizoo (huh)
Cuz what is all i look fizzor (uh)
In the fizee where the papers lizzone (uh-huh)
But as for mizee, i own gizees (what)
When im bustin rizzocks and ya know that (ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky)
I put down more hits than mafioso niggaz (uh-huh)
And lucky luciano bout to sing soprano
And i know, i know the way it feels (uh-huh)
And baby bubba we gon keep it on the real (huh huh huh)
Just to getcha caught up in amazement (yeahhh, what)
We talkin to cubans, so it might get dangerous (yeah, uh)
Now when it izzoo, people said oh dizzamn (uh-huh)
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizail ha ha (uh-huh)
How you feelin, i'm on the ceilin,
Ridin like a villain makin the killins,
Thrillin the crowd (uh-huh)
With my new hairdo (hairdo)
Outbiddin you (fo sho)
Fifty dollar socks credit thousand dollar shoes (uh-huh)
Man i give the blues to the sucka m.c.'s, who you be?
You know who i be, young nigga
Chorus:
Snoop, (timbaland):
I'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha
(dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg dogg fatha)
And ya know that, i'm the doggfatha

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Shadow Hawk episode 3

[Angela’s House] Tuesday Nov 25 9: 23 am
[Angela and her mom are conversating in living room with Sam lying on couch unconscience]
Angela: He’s been out for about four days now
Mom: Who is he?
Angela: I think his name is Sam
Mom: (Places hands on hips) You think! ?
Angela: Mom I found him in the street, he was hurt.
Mom: (outraged) In the street! Angela you don’t know this boy.
Angela: I had to bring him here he was badly wounded. Plus I’m a CN.
Mom: Angela you know your father would be upset. He’s been gone to a business trip in Tokyo for two weeks and He’ll want to sit on his new leather couch.
Angela: I returned the favor.
Mom: What favor? Did you have se……..
Angela: No, he saved my life!
Mom: What?
Angela: (begins to cry) Three men chased me down the street into an alley they were going to mug me or worse. He came to my aide, and even gave me dinner.
Mom: (Embraces Angela and starts crying) I’m glad your alright.
Angela: He saved me mom.
Mom: Well I couldn’t have chosen a better boy to stay in my house. (smiles warmly)
Angela: Thanks for understanding.
Mom: He looks so cute when he’s sleeping.
Angela: I know mom, he looks like a little teddy bear. (they both giggle)
(door bell rings)
Mom: That’s your dad, let me do the talking.
(Opens door)
Dad: Hey honey I’m home.
Mom: I’ve missed you so much. (they kiss)
Dad: So how’s my little angel doing?
Angela: Fine dad. (smiles)
Dad: Well I guess I’ll go watch tv on my new leather couch.
Mom: You know it’s been two weeks Roger mabey we should go up stairs and “talk”.
Dad: Not right now Sarah, I’m tired. (advances towards living room)
Mom: Roger let me give you a back message up stairs.
Dad: No, Sarah.
Angela: You look tired dad why don’t you take a nap.
Dad: I will once I watch a little……. Who the heck is that on my $2,000 couch! ! !
Mom: Calm down Roger.
Dad: There’s blood on my new couch! ! ! !
Angela: Let me explain.
Dad: Yes Angela explain to me why there is some random boy in my house lying on my couch which is blood stained at that!
Mom: The boy was hurt Roger she had to bring him her.
Dad: And you knew about it Sarah?
Mom: Yes.
Dad: I thought we discussed this already!
Angela: He’s hurt dad.
Dad: Hurt! You want hurt I’ll give you hurt! (grabs baseball bat)
Mom: Don’t Roger put it d…….
Dad: Stay out of this Sarah! (goes to hit Sam)
Angela: (Throws herself on Sam) If you hit him you have to hit me too!
Dad: Move Angela.
Angela: No.

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poem by Jesse Overton
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Nestling

When to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

And suffer the risk - abscond in dread -
The knowledge of sort that you'll be dead
Upon a calamitous fall;

Or taken in flight - a hawkish pounce -
Demolished as prey; your fate pronounce
You gone, and to never recall.

O when to summon the sky
Little nestling?
When to summon the sky?

Aborting a den with
Feathered bed,
Unwavering mother who
Saw you fed -
Surrendering all so
You may spread
Your reach of tentative wings!

‘Tis only instinct -
E'er the reason -
Forging life:
The Nesting Season
And the trials it brings.

So up and summon the sky
Little nestling,
Up! and summon the sky!

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2011

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Green Spanish Eyes

Ah Consuela! Surveying vast vistas for visions of green Spanish eyes,
I discern them again where she left me back then, when we kissed as she parted, my friend.
So I'm daring to tread towards the klieg lights ahead, where I'll wait and I'll watch her ascend.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she teases the mirror with green Spanish eyes;
Her serape entangles her ebony bangles like lace on the sorcerer's looms,
And her capes of the night, she drapes tight to excite, and her fan is embellished with plumes.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching as spectators savour her green Spanish eyes;
Taming wild concertinas, the dark ballerina performs on the concert hall stage,
But she shies from the sound of ovation unbound like a timorous bird in a cage.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she quickens the pit with her green Spanish eyes,
As the cymbals shake, clashing, the floodlights wake, flashing, igniting the wild fireflies,
And the piccolo piper's inviting the vipers to coil in the cold caldron skies.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching the shimmering shadows in green Spanish eyes
As I rise from my chair and converge to the stair with a hesitant sip of my wine.
Though she doesn't deny me, she wanders right by me with neither a look nor a sign.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she waves to the stage with her green Spanish eyes,
(For her senses scoff, scorning the biblical warning of kisses of Judas that sting,
With her pierced ears defeating the echoes repeating) and smiles at the bluebird that sings.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching faint embers a' stir in her green Spanish eyes,
For a soft spoken stranger enveloping danger has captured the rhyme in the room
As he slips into sight through the scent of the night and the breath of her heavy perfume.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she gauges his guise through her green Spanish eyes
- From his gypsy-like mane, to his diamond stud cane, to the raven engraved on his vest -
For a faraway form, a tempestuous storm, lurks and heaves neath the cleav'e of her breasts.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching the caravels cruise in her green Spanish eyes;
With the castanets clacking upon the deck cracking, he whips 'round his cloak with a whiz
And without sacrificing, at mien so enticing, she floats with her face facing his.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, the vertigo veiling her green Spanish eyes,
While the drumbeat pounds, droning, the rhythm sounds, moaning, of jungles Jamaican entwined
In the valleys concealing the vineyards revealing the vaults in the caves of her mind.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, while carnivals call to her green Spanish eyes,
And with paused palpitations the tom-tom temptations come taunting her tremulous feet
With her toe tips a' tingle while jute boxes jingle for jesters that jive on the street.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she rides with the tides in her green Spanish eyes,
And her silhouette's travelling on ripples unravelling and shaking the shivering shores,
As she strides from the light to the taste of the night through the candlelit cabaret doors.

Ah Consuela! I'm watching, she dances till dawn with her green Spanish eyes,
With her movements adorning a trickle of morning as sipped by the mouth of the moon,

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The Fatha Figure

Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It dont stop, it dont stop
Uh, it dont stop
One love, one love
[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one thats only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didnt know the (? ) wanted, didnt have time to ask
Cuz Im bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
[hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
Youre the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
[j.t. the bigga figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we aint no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that aint cool
With cats in drop vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, wont you amount your scratch
Respect them young gs, they the ones thats strapped, ya know
[snoop doggy dogg]
Dogg pound, thats the sound, check around, we hold it down
Its the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz Im what they love, you see
Ill break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies thats locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know yall dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed aint nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof

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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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Snoop Dog, Baby

I just couldnt believe it, when I turned on
The radio, try to run, try to hide, try to keep it inside,
They were playin that song
And I thought about her
Snoop doggy dog, snoop doggy dog
So much trouble in the lbc
Livin without hers gonna drive me crazy...shes so.
Dont you just wanna kill me, cause youre talkin
Behind my back, well I love the band. theyre a
Great bunch of guys, but lookin at her brings
Tears to my eyes, Im watchin her shake
She gonna give a heart attack now, baby
Snoop doggy dog, snoop doggy dog
Maybe I dont want her back, you know?
Maybe I just cant let her go...Im so.
Well i, turn the radio off...
I dont want no part, try to make me a big star?
I dont wanna be a big star.
Everybodys mad they wanna kick me in the head
Was it somethin I did, was it somethin I said?
I would try to tell you but I just dont wanna lie
It really shouldnt matter but it makes me wanna
Cry, I wish I didnt care, I wish I didnt care...
But I do. snoop doggy dog (she said) snoop doggy dog
Please dont tell me itll be ok cause I know
Ill never never never get my way...
And so.

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Knife

Slit and
Slither knife
Penetrate in phallic push
To perforate the pulse of tissues in the flesh
Slice a vein to drain the unsuspecting victim
E’er they bleed and plea
Their scream
Of death

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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Premeditation

Oh blade you'll warm tonight!
Awash in crimson-purple flows,
Your sheen will dull with aching flesh:
Palpating anatomic mounds
Caressing, dancing, writhing round
Your metal form-
Whetted ‘gainst a lonely bone,
Then to probe the pounding, begging heart.

And all the while the prey will howl
Before they crumple; greet the mud-
A taut and unbelieving jowl
Will open out for giving blood-
A vent from down below,
Once a brutal show
Of metal in the man.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010

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Tune In To Doggys Station

[warren g]
Well its the dub-a double r-e-n
Power 106 in the mix again
Its the dogghouse servin 48
So grab your gin and bounce rock skates
[snoop dogg]
Whats up with you warren g ?
Everything on me, its your homie snoop dogg from the dpg
Everything is everything in the lbc
Grass green in the douce lookin way too ? ? ?
[warren g]
Well homie aint no limit to what you do
You got the longbeach malician ride with you
So we gonna ? ? ? on every block
So you better run and grab your glock
Cause Im lookin for you and Im lookin for you
And when I snatch your ass, your ass is trough
[snoop dogg]
I had my show for a minute
My hands all in it
Now everybody wanna know whats up with me and no limit
Hellyeah I get paid with the homie master p
And I never forget where Im from; g-dub
[warren g]
Well Im gonna get it
And Im gonna spit it
Weither there is no limit or g-funk
All the homies is with it
[snoop dogg]
The sky is all grey and Im drinkin brew
Were 3 million deep and Im the leader of the crew
Ask kurupt he got game like coopie(? )
I aint nothing but a playa, thats what your mamma told me
When youre all alone and youre sitting at home
And you feel like hollaring at the dogg on the phone
Never hesitate to call 411845059
Gangstas ride ? ? ? ? ? ? drank
Hitting on the chronic as a ? ? ? smash the sun
Feels good to be a westcoast representer
A long way from me on the tv dinner(? )
Got my own show like jerry springer
And its quite off the hook, in fact its off the ? ? ?
So l-o-cs and d-o-gs: 310 714 213, we out
[chorus, snoop dogg]
When youre at home
And youre alone
Tune in to doggys station
When youre at home
And youre alone
Tune in to doggys station

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Tha Doggfather

I put down more hits than mafioso made
And lucky lucianno bout to sing soprano
And I know, I know the way you feel
And baby bubba we gon keep it on tha real
Just to get you caught up in amazement
We puffin on cubans so it might get dangerous
But when it isnt, you can sit izzon bizzack
And let the bizzow wizzow ride the trizzack, ha ha
How you feelin? Im up to dealin, ridin like a villan
Makin a killin, thrillin the crowd wit my new hairdo,
Outfits unused, fifty dollar socks, hundred-thousand dollar shoes
Man, Im givin blues to these sucka mcs
Who you be? you know who I be, young nigga
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Snoop doggy dogg is doggy dogg father (father)
Repeat
Lets make a move for this paper (where we rollin dogg? )
We gots ta get paid (makin money all yall)
I mean I steps to tha stage in my g-boy stance
And say a few rhymes to make your girl wanna dance
Im so fly like a dove
I come from up above
You trippin on your girl cause she showed me love
Nigga dont beat em, cause if you beat em, you dont need em
You lay your hands on me, watch how fast I take your freedom
I delete em, but dont mistreat em
I stay up on em, and thats one ta grow on,
Let me flow on
You can rock to tha rythme you see
Or you can rock to tha rythme of me
Just remember when you do your thang,
Make sure you do your thang on a hang
And everythang, is everythang
There aint no mo than this paper chase
Like them white-boy das was on tha case
You know I aint tryin ta floss, but uh,
(murder, murder, murder) was the case that they lost
Im tha doggfather
Chorus
Now, do anybody in tha house remember
When there wasnt no snoop dogg? (hell yeah!)
There wasnt no rappers hollin bout lbc
Am I trippin yall? (hell no!)
Now, when I grow up, I wanna be like snoop
Have prestigious women
Thats the truth from the begining
In and out of the flyest hotels
You say your family dont know me
Hold on hommie, thats formost and promos

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The Cenci : A Tragedy In Five Acts

DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

Count Francesco Cenci.
Giacomo, his Son.
Bernardo, his Son.
Cardinal Camillo.
Orsino, a Prelate.
Savella, the Pope's Legate.
Olimpio, Assassin.
Marzio, Assassin.
Andrea, Servant to Cenci.
Nobles, Judges, Guards, Servants.
Lucretia, Wife of Cenci, and Step-mother of his children.
Beatrice, his Daughter.

The Scene lies principally in Rome, but changes during the Fourth Act to Petrella, a castle among the Apulian Apennines.
Time. During the Pontificate of Clement VIII.

ACT I

Scene I.
-An Apartment in the Cenci Palace.
Enter Count Cenci, and Cardinal Camillo.

Camillo.
That matter of the murder is hushed up
If you consent to yield his Holiness
Your fief that lies beyond the Pincian gate.-
It needed all my interest in the conclave
To bend him to this point: he said that you
Bought perilous impunity with your gold;
That crimes like yours if once or twice compounded
Enriched the Church, and respited from hell
An erring soul which might repent and live:-
But that the glory and the interest
Of the high throne he fills, little consist
With making it a daily mart of guilt
As manifold and hideous as the deeds
Which you scarce hide from men's revolted eyes.

Cenci.
The third of my possessions-let it go!
Ay, I once heard the nephew of the Pope
Had sent his architect to view the ground,
Meaning to build a villa on my vines
The next time I compounded with his uncle:
I little thought he should outwit me so!

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VIII. Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperum Procurator

Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue,
Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight?
Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate!
—Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate,
Amo-as-avi-atum-are-ans,
Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood,
Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry)
And chews Corderius with his morning crust!
Look eight years onward, and he's perched, he's perched
Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair,
Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he?
—Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
Like this, papa shall triturate full soon
To smooth Papinianian pulp!

It trots
Already through my head, though noon be now,
Does supper-time and what belongs to eve.
Dispose, O Don, o' the day, first work then play!
—The proverb bids. And "then" means, won't we hold
Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast,
Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own,
That makes gruff January grin perforce!
For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth
Escaping from so many hearts at once—
When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet,
Jokes the hale grandsire,—such are just the sort
To go off suddenly,—he who hides the key
O' the box beneath his pillow every night,—
Which box may hold a parchment (someone thinks)
Will show a scribbled something like a name
"Cinino, Ciniccino," near the end,
"To whom I give and I bequeath my lands,
"Estates, tenements, hereditaments,
"When I decease as honest grandsire ought."
Wherefore—yet this one time again perhaps—
Shan't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose!
Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world,
May—drop in, merely?—trudge through rain and wind,
Rather! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint
There's cookery in a certain dwelling-place!
Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke,
Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light,
And so find door, put galligaskin off
At entry of a decent domicile
Cornered in snug Condotti,—all for love,
All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo!

Well,
Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp!

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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VII. Pompilia

I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.

All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.

Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Hoop Dreams

Man i had a crazy crazy dream dogg.
I had a dream i was in the nba straight playin basketball.
Nba straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine?
Snoop dogg in the nba?
Imagine that, hoop doggy dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know i'm a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.
If i could play in the nba
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to shaq
They double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but i don't take the shot
Cause i think i'm cold and i aint trying to get hot
I'm feelin bionic, we playing the sonics
And i'm sticking gary payton so you know i'm ball hatin
Bang on vin baker cause real lakers really don't care yea yea
Next stop in the court on damon toast stouda and my homeboy j.r. rider
Minnesota timberwolves, we cut 'em down
Hakeem olajuwon and scottie pippen, we shut 'em down
The twin towers, dave and duncan
20 in the paint fool you get's nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the bulls and we rocked the heat
And we traded for a few players, some pacers
Miller and mullin and now they lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
I'm playin point guard on my favorite team (lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with chick herm
At stu lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So i took the ball, and as i made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said "go snoop"
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season i made my first all star game
Double g like george gervin, thats what the call me cause i'm so ice
Ballin cause that's my life, i balls all day, and i balls all night
They call me snoop dogg and everybody know i love to hustle and ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the magic
And the word is that rodman done had it
So i guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, mr. koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play charlotte tonight, i'm stickin eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the jazz

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Hoop Dreams (He Got Game)

Man I had a crazy crazy dream dogg.
I had a dream I was in the nba straight playin basketball.
Nba straight getting my ball on dogg.
Can you imagine?
Snoop dogg in the nba?
Imagine that, hoop doggy dogg.
Yea straight ballin.
You know Im a ball anyway so why not.
Let me get my ball on.
If I could play in the nba
I would be that six-four all day shootin that trey
I dribbled to the outside and passed it to shaq
They double teamed on him so he passed it back
Look at the 3 but I dont take the shot
Cause I think Im cold and I aint trying to get hot
Im feelin bionic, we playing the sonics
And Im sticking gary payton so you know Im ball hatin
Bang on vin baker cause real lakers really dont care yea yea
Next stop in the court on damon toast stouda and my homeboy j.r. rider
Minnesota timberwolves, we cut em down
Hakeem olajuwon and scottie pippen, we shut em down
The twin towers, dave and duncan
20 in the paint fool you gets nothing
On a four game roll sweep, beep beep
We beat the bulls and we rocked the heat
And we traded for a few players, some pacers
Miller and mullin and now they lakers
We cant be beat now, we on a 27 game win streak now, bow wow
When it all started from a dream
Im playin point guard on my favorite team (lakers)
I got the big perm, doing interviews with chick herm
At stu lance, we do a dance
When it rains poppin shampane
Basketball yes yall thats the game
Two years ago a friend of mine
Ask me to glide from the free throw line
So I took the ball, and as I made the hoop
Everybody jumped up and they said "go snoop"
And my career jumped off into the fast lane
My rookie season I made my first all star game
Double g like george gervin, thats what the call me cause Im so ice
Ballin cause thats my life, I balls all day, and I balls all night
They call me snoop dogg and everybody know I love to hustle and ball
The season gettin tragic we lost to the magic
And the word is that rodman done had it
So I guess it on a young homie, the great number 8, mr. koby
Give him the ball dogg he ready
We got to play charlotte tonight, Im stickin eddie
Remember all the good times that we had
Cuz dont trip to long cause tommorow we play the jazz

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Perfect Ft. Charlie Wilson

[Snoop Dogg]
Beautiful.. perfect.. flawless.. debonaire
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Where'd you get that silky skin?
And the colors those eyes come in?
Does the light come from within?
God made you, did he make the grin?
Wings are under all your clothes
You worth more than your weight in gold
Where did God put down your mole
Or were you only made for show?
Girl you're perrr-feeeect - when God made you
I wonder if he kept the mold, or are you just for show?
Girl you're perrr-feeeect - when I see you
it takes my mind to cloud nine, girl you're so fine, yeah - hey
[Snoop Dogg]
Lovable, and yeah you're pursuable
Everything is beautiful, even down to your cuticles
It ain't about me, it's all about you
You make me do what you want me to
Yeah, it's just like that
Here go my number baby girl why don't you get right back
You're a, perfect dime, I'm workin mine
Just the thought of me and you I mean it's blowin my mind
Cain't explain it doe, but if I'm wit'chu
I can't remain a ho, or stay in the flow
It's a shame to know, I maintain the flow
Baby girl me and you is unexplainable
Mm, yeah - we need to get into actin
Cain't you see this is a natural attraction
A lot of maxin and relaxin
C'mon baby girl, give a player some action, I'm askin
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
If you would, if I could
You make the bad boy in me go good
Tell a lie? No I tell the truth
Baby boo on the real you know you hundred proof
Mm, I can't even believe that
You livin the single life, damn I need that
I hate to see a queen without a king
If I had you I'd get you e'rything
Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
See my baby go wherever I go
Costa Rica, Obregato
If I get you I hit the lotto
Loco shoppin, get what you want to
Sky's the limit, so go on and spend it
I said it cause I meant it
So go and give me your love and get in it to win it

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Perfect

(feat. Charlie Wilson)
[Charlie Wilson croons in the background]
[Snoop Dogg]
Beautiful.. perfect.. flawless.. debonaire
[Chorus: Charlie Wilson]
Where'd you get that silky skin?
And the colors those eyes come in?
Does the light come from within?
God made you, did he make the grin?
Wings are under all your clothes
You worth more than your weight in gold
Where did God put down your mole
Or were you only made for show?
Girl you're perrr-feeeect - when God made you
I wonder if he kept the mold, or are you just for show?
Girl you're perrr-feeeect - when I see you
it takes my mind to cloud nine, girl you're so fine, yeah - hey
[Snoop Dogg]
Lovable, and yeah you're pursuable
Everything is beautiful, even down to your cuticles
It ain't about me, it's all about you
You make me do what you want me to
Yeah, it's just like that
Here go my number baby girl why don't you get right back
You're a, perfect dime, I'm workin mine
Just the thought of me and you I mean it's blowin my mind
Cain't explain it doe, but if I'm wit'chu
I can't remain a ho, or stay in the flow
It's a shame to know, I maintain the flow
Baby girl me and you is unexplainable
Mm, yeah - we need to get into actin
Cain't you see this is a natural attraction
A lot of maxin and relaxin
C'mon baby girl, give a player some action, I'm askin
[Chorus]
[Snoop Dogg]
If you would, if I could
You make the bad boy in me go good
Tell a lie? No I tell the truth
Baby boo on the real you know you hundred proof
Mm, I can't even believe that
You livin the single life, damn I need that
I hate to see a queen without a king
If I had you I'd get you e'rything
Coast to coast, L.A. to Chicago
See my baby go wherever I go
Costa Rica, Obregato
If I get you I hit the lotto
Loco shoppin, get what you want to
Sky's the limit, so go on and spend it

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Flying

Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying

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song performed by Rick Springfield
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