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The Only One For Me

(intro)
alotta alotta alotta alotta alotta luv lotta luv
alotta luv lotta luv lotta luv

alotta alotta alotta alotta luv
lotta lotta luv lotta luv lotta luv(3x)

(1st verse)
u say u seen to many things
that turned out to be too much to be true
against your better judgement opened up your heart
till you found the joke was on you
looking down on the rest of our lives
if were gonna be together or apart
about the onlt way that i know how to come
is right straight from my heart

(chorus)
i want you now
i'll show you how
i can be the man you need me to be
i've been around
and now i've found
that ur the only one for me

(2nd verse)
you say you'll never fall again
you wont subject yourself to such pain
but if u give me half the chance i will
i'll never leave u standing out in the rain
but if u think that i could look u in the face
and lie right through my teeth
then turn around and walk away
but cross my heart girl i care for you
when i look into your eyes and say

(chorus)

(bridge)
i need u so i can't let go
im gonna be all that i can be
i want u still i'll always will
cause your the only one for me

(intro)4x

(chorus)

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song performed by Brian McKnight from Anytime
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The Cremona Violin

Part First

Frau Concert-Meister Altgelt shut the door.
A storm was rising, heavy gusts of wind
Swirled through the trees, and scattered leaves before
Her on the clean, flagged path. The sky behind
The distant town was black, and sharp defined
Against it shone the lines of roofs and towers,
Superimposed and flat like cardboard flowers.

A pasted city on a purple ground,
Picked out with luminous paint, it seemed. The cloud
Split on an edge of lightning, and a sound
Of rivers full and rushing boomed through bowed,
Tossed, hissing branches. Thunder rumbled loud
Beyond the town fast swallowing into gloom.
Frau Altgelt closed the windows of each room.

She bustled round to shake by constant moving
The strange, weird atmosphere. She stirred the fire,
She twitched the supper-cloth as though improving
Its careful setting, then her own attire
Came in for notice, tiptoeing higher and higher
She peered into the wall-glass, now adjusting
A straying lock, or else a ribbon thrusting

This way or that to suit her. At last sitting,
Or rather plumping down upon a chair,
She took her work, the stocking she was knitting,
And watched the rain upon the window glare
In white, bright drops. Through the black glass a flare
Of lightning squirmed about her needles. 'Oh!'
She cried. 'What can be keeping Theodore so!'

A roll of thunder set the casements clapping.
Frau Altgelt flung her work aside and ran,
Pulled open the house door, with kerchief flapping
She stood and gazed along the street. A man
Flung back the garden-gate and nearly ran
Her down as she stood in the door. 'Why, Dear,
What in the name of patience brings you here?

Quick, Lotta, shut the door, my violin
I fear is wetted. Now, Dear, bring a light.
This clasp is very much too worn and thin.
I'll take the other fiddle out to-night
If it still rains. Tut! Tut! my child, you're quite
Clumsy. Here, help me, hold the case while I -
Give me the candle. No, the inside's dry.

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poem by Amy Lowell
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Hate 2 Luv U

It was the wrong day
The wrong month
The wrong year
I wasnt ready for all the pain and all the tears
Baby you crushed me
Now I have to deal in the worst fears
You had to go and take it there
Now im all alone
Knew I should have took my ass home
Times when you were putting it on me
You were putting it on me
I just hate u for it
Hate u for making me fall in luv
And theres nothing I can do about it
So blue about
Dont wanna be in luv
I just hate u for it
Hate u for making me fall in luv
And theres nothing I can do about it
So blue about
Dont wanna be in luv
Thought I could change u
And turn u into a good man
Thought my love was bond
And things were going as I planned
But what a fool I was
U was still hitting your ex-girlfriend
I had to be out you understand
Now im all alone
Knew I should have took my ass home
Times when you were putting it on me
You were putting it on me
I just hate u for it
Hate u for making me fall in luv
And theres nothing I can do about it
So blue about
Dont wanna be in luv
I just hate u for it
Hate u for making me fall in luv
And theres nothing I can do about it
So blue about
Dont wanna be in luv
Wish that (wish that things were different)
Wish that things were different
(that you would love me the way that I love you) the way that I love you
(cant believe you hurt me babe) cant believe
(and do me this way)
(I hate to love you cant let go)
Now im all alone
Knew I should have took my ass home

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song performed by 3LW
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Psycho Babble Scribble Squabble and Scrabble

Psycho Babble Scribble Squabble and Scrabble 6th syllable rhyme with P.s.
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First Stanza Syllable Rhyme 2nd StanzaLine
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Sands of time slip away while the same doldrums 1st & 11th 55
Wear at my emotions stored on the shelf next 2nd & 10th 54
There is Zen which releases our somatic 3rd & 9th 53
Stored energy rushing out freely flowing 4th & 8th 52
Activating dendrites dead in the body 5th & 7th 51
Maybe it was my bellicose veins which led 6th 50
To their death through my pet peeve ignorance no 5th & 7th 49
Excuse O'er the years the wreckage piled up 4th & 8th 48
Massive heaps of scrap were unstable yet stacked 3rd & 9th 47
They lay where they fell upon each other there 2nd & 10th 46
Matter of factually speaking 'tis more 1st & 11th 45
Construed through the fashion in which they're laid out 2nd & 10th 44
Junk yards where people roam as they please searching 3rd & 9th 43
Through cars which were once new now resting in ruin 4th & 8th 42
The sun beats down breezes play with old papers 5th & 7th 41
And a searcher must test the part that he needs 6th 40
He inspects the core with hands which show his skill 5th & 7th 39
Some parts are worn yet there's something he has learned 4th & 8th 38
For he knows by rebuilding it should work fine 3rd & 9th 37
His van was built with salvaged parts some may say 2nd & 10th 36
Because he learned to study the things he liked 1st & 11th 35
Objects based on principals will remain true 2nd & 10th 34
'Twas through wit and joys of discovery that 3rd & 9th 33
Led him to train in the ways others forgot 4th & 8th 32
He did not like math some laughed because they thought 5th & 7th 31
It provided clues simplicity worked best 6th 30
That's what he thought he grew bored with their thinking 5th & 7th 29
They have legions who duplicate dynamics 4th & 8th 28
His defiance can not be ignored some said 3rd & 9th 27
He knows nothing and we have reached our wits end 2nd & 10th 26
We should forget him, nothing he says is true 1st & 11th 25
They ran him off for they could not digest thoughts 2nd & 10th 24
Until they thought about that which they had seen 3rd & 9th 23
Then they felt glee his words would ring with a truth 4th & 8th 22
And oh their laughter depicts his true brilliance 5th & 7th 21
How he would just sit teasing and taunting them 6th 20
They were at their peak and rare in their own rights 5th & 7th 19
He was a bum and quite a low life without 4th & 8th 18
Any care besides he would stutter gruffly 3rd & 9th 17
Anyone could have drawn the same conclusion 2nd & 10th 16
Who'll question our theorem he made predictions 1st & 11th 15
We'll win in any courtroom he's to waggish 2nd & 10th 14
It is plain to see he will not dare challenge 3rd & 9th 13
He'll be battered before the jot of ink dries 4th & 8th 12
Who'd side with a riffraff beggar over us 5th & 7th 11
They may only glance through his broad petition 6th 10

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poem by Edwin Tanguma
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Luv Your Stuff

(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
Everytime I get restless, I see my hand knockin on your door
And everytime Im in a fix baby, I start actin like I need you more
Well Ive been lookin for someone to talk to
And Ive been searchin for a better way
And Ive been runnin all over town, girl
Ive been lookin each and every way, yeah
But you got somethin special
And Im bein on the level with you
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), mmm, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), at five oclock in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), still cant get enough
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
Livin like a fool in flames
You know that I been usin you, girl
And Im the one to blame
But babe, I got my cupboards all stocked and ready
What you get girl, is what you see
And youve been lookin inside my head now
And you got your arms wrapped around me, mmm
I got no thing for our candy
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), send the bill in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), get busy
I got no sense of reason, I know I gotta make a deal
Its all comin down to somethin baby, its tellin me I got to get real, huh
I got my senses in a tuft, Im all mixed up, my temperatures starting to rise
And I cant seem to stay away from you, girl, I think its more than we realized, yeah
Wont you look what its doin
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), Ill pay the price in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff)

song performed by April Wine
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Luv Vs Hate

I luv everythin bout you
I luv ure jokes
I luv ure voice
I luv ure talent
I luv ure skills
I luv the way u tease me
I luv ure laughter
I luv the way u make me smile
I luv the way u give me courage to stand still
I luv ure sweet talks
I luv it when u blur
I luv the way u say my name
I luv when u sing to me everytime im down
I luv every pose of ure photo
I luv every inch of ure face

I hate it when u mad
I hate it when u didnt pick up my call
I hate it when u didnt fill up ure prepared
I hate it when u keep on dissapearin when ure in need
I hate it when u say other girls name
I hate it when u ignored my words
I hate it when u smoke
i hate it when u stubborn
I hate it when u make me melt
I hate it when u swore but didn’t mean it

Luv or hate
Doesn’t make much different
And upon all of that I heart u so damn much
Im so into you
Thanks for making me feel how to be in luv
Really hope ure mine

poem by Izni Ibrahim
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Papa Luv It A. K. A Poppa Luv It

Intro:
I do this for you baby
Papa luv it do, yknowimsayin
Mmm,
(do you want to be a player) yeah
(then you got to have that flavour)
More of that mr.smith flavour, bust ya brain right quick, yknow
(do you got to be right) second move yknowimsayin?
(at all times? ) yeah, all the time, all good
Verse 1:
Uhh, thats the sound of the man
Workin with the mic in my hand
Ready or not here I come
Its another one (damn, not another one) yeah
We bring it just like dat (like dat)
Droppin triple platinum flavour on the drum tap
Dog a donut nice and crafty
Poke your lips out sassy when you ask me
Special request is granted (aah)
Head all slanted, (uhh) the gym has planted
(so what you tellin me youre too smooth to pop? )
If it pops should I stop fore it drops?
Who knows? who goes? who flows?
Me and you? (yeah) just remember boo
(I promise Ill remember) everything I do girl
(I promise) I do it for you, word is bond (I know) word is bond
Chorus:
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you wanna be a player? ) uh
Papa luv it way she does it
(then you got to have that flavour) yeah
Papa luv it way she does it
(do you got to be right)
(at all times) papa luv it way she does it
*repeat*
Verse 2:
Feel it, hold out your hands (and) open up (damn)
Now let it flow from both cups (aw man)
Is he good? (no doubt) all the time, miss
Is he right? (no doubt) one of a kind, miss
Now tell me what you really talkin bout in three words or less
Ladies (get it out) like this
I luv it when I give it to you raw, baby
Hate to hurt but hurtin makes you crazy (crazy)
Its my duty to dig booby
Make a video (yo, you mean my own movie) yup
You can star, here we are
Theres ya blow, let it flow, you already know
Undress slow, I drop a lil french on ya
Then geronimo!

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song performed by LL Cool J
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Luv Me, Luv Me

Shaggy:
Original lover, lover, mm, yeah, uh (yeah)
Catch a groove girl, catch a groove, thats right
Lover, lover, lover, mmm, shaggy, dj
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you moan and sweat (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you scream out yes (mr. lover, mr. lover)
A who da man dat love to make you moist and wet (uh)
A who da man that love to make you moan and sweet (uh)
A who da man dat love to make you scream out yes, naw (mr. lover)
Sugar
Sweet, succulent and fine
A twinkling eye on my darling divine
I love the way you move all the way youre designed
Your only lines are my mind, forget the corny line
Now let me hit you off with this question sign
You seem to be the type for me to wine and dine
A little candlelight dinner toasted over some wine
Well, I will hit you off with this lyrical rhyme
Now mr. lover keep her rockin, mr. lover keep her rockin
Mr. lover keep her rockin and swing
Now mr. lover keep her rockin, mr. lover keep her rockin
Mr. lover keep her rockin and swing
Chorus:
Janet:
Ooh boy, I love you so
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (thats right)
Once I get my hands on you (luv me, luv me, luv me sex machine)
Ooh boy, I love you so (mmm hmm)
Never, ever, ever gonna let you go (thats right, uh)
I hope you feel the same way too (you know dat)
Shaggy:
Step in my caravan of love
So I can love, gonna give you hotter rubs
Dem ever wet kissies wit dem brazen hugs
And now your sweet, silky body on my persian rug
While we sippin coke from da same ol mug
Im readin fortune cookies from the chines proverb
It had some great stuff written in it with some cool rub-a-dub
A little ol reminisce in the hot tub, huh
Janet:
Mr. lover, mr. lover, mr. lover (lets fog up some window sills, girl, uh)
Mr. lover (catch a groove back girl, catch a groove)
Mr. lover, mr. lover
Chorus
Shaggy:
Girlie, girlie
You woke up a real love machine
Girlie, girlie
I live to make your beat

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song performed by Janet Jackson
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1st Day And 1st Time

The 1st day of love and the 1st time of a kiss that it brings,
The 1st day of love and the 1st time of romance that it takes,
The 1st day of love and the 1st time of sex moves like war!
But with all the walls around you to smell your roses:
And you were the one that i met on that day.

I have come to love you more than ever,
I have come to learn from you as well;
But the 1st day of your love towards me tasted like,
The war of a sweet love around me!

The 1st day of your passions on the 1st time of your love,
And of the energies that your emotions shared with mine;
But today, you are all that it took on the 1st day of this love.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Whole Lotta Love

You need coolin, baby, Im not foolin,
Im gonna send you back to schoolin,
Way down inside honey, you need it,
Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you my love.
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Youve been learnin, baby, I bean learnin,
All them good times, baby, baby, Ive been yearnin,
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you my love.
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
(various mumblings and screechings with cool effects)
Youve been coolin, baby, Ive been droolin,
All the good times Ive been misusin,
Way, way down inside, Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.
Yeah! all right! lets go!
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Way down inside, woman,
You need love.
Shake for me, girl
I wanna be your backdoor man.
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Keep a-coolin, baby,
Keep a-coolin, baby.

song performed by Led Zeppelin
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Whole Lotta Love

You need coolin, baby, Im not foolin,
Im gonna send you back to schoolin,
Way down inside honey, you need it,
Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you my love.
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Youve been learnin, baby, I bean learnin,
All them good times, baby, baby, Ive been yearnin,
Way, way down inside honey, you need it,
Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you my love.
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
(various mumblings and screechings with cool effects)
Youve been coolin, baby, Ive been droolin,
All the good times Ive been misusin,
Way, way down inside, Im gonna give you my love,
Im gonna give you every inch of my love,
Gonna give you my love.
Yeah! all right! lets go!
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Wanna whole lotta love?
Way down inside, woman,
You need love.
Shake for me, girl
I wanna be your backdoor man.
Hey, oh, hey, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Keep a-coolin, baby,
Keep a-coolin, baby.

song performed by Led Zeppelin
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Whola Lotta Love (Medley: Boogie Woogie / That's Alright Mama / For What It's Worth / Minnesota Blue

You need coolin'
Baby i'm not foolin'
I'm gonna send ya
Back to schoolin'
Way down inside
Honey you need it
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
You've been learnin'
Baby I've been learnin'
All them good times, baby baby
I've been year-yearnin
Way, way down inside
Honey you need - ah
I'm gonna give you my love
I'm gonna give you my love
Whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Lord!
You've been coolin'
An' baby I've been droolin'
All the good times, baby
I've been misusin'
Way, way down inside
I'm gonna give ya my love
I'm gonna give ya every inch of my love,
I'm gonna give ya my love
Hey!
Alright! Let's go!
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Wanna whole lotta love.
Way down inside,
Woman you need it.
Lord!
My, my, my, my,
My, my, my, my
Shake for me girl
I wanna be your backdoor man
Keep it coolin' baby

song performed by Led Zeppelin
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Lotta Love

Its gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
Its gonna take a lotta love
Or we wont get too far.
So if you look in my direction
And we dont see eye to eye,
My heart needs protection
And so do i.
Its gonna take a lotta love
To get us thru the night.
Its gonna take a lotta love
To make things work out right.
So if you are out there waitin
I hope you show up soon,
cause my heart needs relatin
Not solitude.
Gotta lotta love
Gotta lotta love.
Its gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
Its gonna take a lotta love
Or we wont get too far.
Its gonna take a lotta love
To change the way things are.
Its gonna take a lotta love
Or we wont get too far

song performed by Neil Young
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The Shepheardes Calender: November

November: Ægloga vndecima. Thenot & Colin.

Thenot.
Colin my deare, when shall it please thee sing,
As thou were | wont songs of some iouisaunce?
Thy Muse to long slombreth in sorrowing,
Lulled a sleepe through loues misgouernaunce.
Now somewhat sing, whose endles souenaunce,
Emong the shepeheards swaines may aye remaine,
Whether thee list the loued lasse aduaunce,
Or honor Pan with hymnes of higher vaine.

Colin.
Thenot, now nis the time of merimake.
Nor Pan to herye, nor with loue to playe:
Sike myrth in May is meetest for to make,
Or summer shade vnder the cocked haye.
But nowe sadde Winter welked hath the day,
And Phoebus weary of his yerely tas-ke,
Ystabled hath his steedes in lowlye laye,
And taken vp his ynne in Fishes has-ke.
Thilke sollein season sadder plight doth aske:
And loatheth sike delightes, as thou doest prayse:
The mornefull Muse in myrth now list ne mas-ke,
As shee was wont in yougth and sommer dayes.
But if thou algate lust light virelayes,
And looser songs of loue to vnderfong
Who but thy selfe deserues sike Poetes prayse?
Relieue thy Oaten pypes, that sleepen long.

Thenot.
The Nightingale is souereigne of song,
Before him sits the Titmose silent bee:
And I vnfitte to thrust in [s]kilfull thronge,
Should Colin make iudge of my fooleree.
Nay, better learne of hem, that learned bee,
An han be watered at the Muses well:
The kindlye dewe drops from the higher tree,
And wets the little plants that lowly dwell.
But if sadde winters wrathe and season chill,
Accorde not with thy Muses meriment:
To sadder times thou mayst attune thy quill,
And sing of sorrowe and deathes dreeriment.
For deade is Dido, dead alas and drent,
Dido the greate shepehearde his daughter sheene:
The fayrest May she was that euer went,
Her like shee has not left behind I weene.
And if thou wilt bewayle my wofull tene:
I shall thee giue yond Cosset for thy payne:
And if thy rymes as rownd and rufull bene,

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poem by Edmund Spenser
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Dear Mama

You are appreciated...
When I was young, me and my mama had beef
17 years old kicked out on tha streets
Though back in tha time, I never thought Id see her face
Aint a woman alive that can take my mommas place
Suspended from school, scared ta go home
I was a fool with tha big boys breaking all tha rules
Shed tears with my baby sister
Over tha years we wuz poorer than tha other little kids
And even though we had different daddies
Tha same drama when things went wrong we blamed mama
I reminised on tha stress I caused, it wuz hell
Huggen on my mama from a jail cell
And whoed think in elementary, heeeey Id see tha penitentiary
One day
Running from tha police, thats right
Momma catch me--put a whoopen to my backside
And even as a crack fiend mama,
Ya always was a black queen mama
I finally understand for a woman
It aint easy--trying ta raise a man
Ya always wuz commited, a poor single mother on welfare,
Tell me how ya did it
Theres no way I can pay ya back
But tha plan is ta show ya that I understand.
You are appreciated......
Chorus
Laaaaady, dont cha know we luv ya
Sweeeet laaaady, place no one above ya
Sweeeet laaaady, dont cha know we luv ya
Aint nobody tell us it wuz fair
No luv for my daddy, cause tha coward wuznt there
He passed away and I didnt cry
Cause my anger, wouldnt let me feel for a stranger
They say Im wrong and Im heartless
But all along I wuz looking for a father--he wuz gone
I hung around with tha thugs and even though they sold drugs
They showed a young brother luv
I moved out and started really hangin
I needed money of my own so I started slangin
I aint guilty cause, even though I sell rocks
It feels good, putting money in your mailbox
I love paying rent when tha rents due
I hope ya got tha diamond necklace that I sent to you
Cause when I wuz low, you was there for me
Ya never left me alone, cause ya cared for me
And I can see ya coming home after work late
Ya in tha kitchen trying ta fix us a hot plate
Just working with tha scraps you wuz given
And mama made miracles every thanksgiving

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song performed by 2 Pac
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L.u.v.

Guilty 'till proven innocent.
I'm thinking about the government
Wondering where the money went.
Into outer space, I guess.
Lying cs's everywhere.
Pretty boys in their underwear.
Statue of Liberty.
Who really cares
About freedom.
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Throw up, throw down.
Get yourself a better town.
All these towns look the same
Self pity, number one recreation.
We're dying in the USA.
Preacher man, he keeps
Preachin'
While he covets your wife.
I ain't sayin' what's good
I ain't sayin' what's right.
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Wait a minute, let me check my tan.
Am I the same color as Superman?
Helter skelter in a foreign land.
Monkeys versus dogs,
Lying under a big palm tree
With cream and bananas all over me.
That's the way it's supposed to be
Here in the Garden of Eden.
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv
Singin' about l-u-v baby, luv

song performed by John Mellencamp
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Fitration Bags

2.5 gallon shopvac bags
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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English Bards and Scotch Reviewers: A Satire

'I had rather be a kitten, and cry mew!
Than one of these same metre ballad-mongers'~Shakespeare

'Such shameless bards we have; and yet 'tis true,
There are as mad, abandon'd critics too,'~Pope.

Still must I hear? -- shall hoarse Fitzgerald bawl
His creaking couplets in a tavern hall,
And I not sing, lest, haply, Scotch reviews
Should dub me scribbler, and denounce my muse?
Prepare for rhyme -- I'll publish, right or wrong:
Fools are my theme, let satire be my song.

O nature's noblest gift -- my grey goose-quill!
Slave of my thoughts, obedient to my will,
Torn from thy parent bird to form a pen,
That mighty instrument of little men!
The pen! foredoom'd to aid the mental throes
Of brains that labour, big with verse or prose,
Though nymphs forsake, and critics may deride,
The lover's solace, and the author's pride.
What wits, what poets dost thou daily raise!
How frequent is thy use, how small thy praise!
Condemn'd at length to be forgotten quite,
With all the pages which 'twas thine to write.
But thou, at least, mine own especial pen!
Once laid aside, but now assumed again,
Our task complete, like Hamet's shall be free;
Though spurn'd by others, yet beloved by me:
Then let us soar today, no common theme,
No eastern vision, no distemper'd dream
Inspires -- our path, though full of thorns, is plain;
Smooth be the verse, and easy be the strain.

When Vice triumphant holds her sov'reign sway,
Obey'd by all who nought beside obey;
When Folly, frequent harbinger of crime,
Bedecks her cap with bells of every clime;
When knaves and fools combined o'er all prevail,
And weigh their justice in a golden scale;
E'en then the boldest start from public sneers,
Afraid of shame, unknown to other fears,
More darkly sin, by satire kept in awe,
And shrink from ridicule, though not from law.

Such is the force of wit! but not belong
To me the arrows of satiric song;
The royal vices of our age demand
A keener weapon, and a mightier hand.

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poem by Byron
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To My Father (Translated From Milton)

Oh that Pieria's spring would thro' my breast
Pour its inspiring influence, and rush
No rill, but rather an o'erflowing flood!
That, for my venerable Father's sake
All meaner themes renounced, my Muse, on wings
Of Duty borne, might reach a loftier strain.
For thee, my Father! howsoe'er it please,
She frames this slender work, nor know I aught,
That may thy gifts more suitably requite;
Though to requite them suitably would ask
Returns much nobler, and surpassing far
The meagre stores of verbal gratitude.
But, such as I possess, I send thee all.
This page presents thee in their full amount
With thy son's treasures, and the sum is nought;
Naught, save the riches that from airy dreams
In secret grottos and in laurel bow'rs,
I have, by golden Clio's gift, acquir'd.
Verse is a work divine; despise not thou
Verse therefore, which evinces (nothing more)
Man's heav'nly source, and which, retaining still
Some scintillations of Promethean fire,
Bespeaks him animated from above.
The Gods love verse; the infernal Pow'rs themselves
Confess the influence of verse, which stirs
The lowest Deep, and binds in triple chains
Of adamant both Pluto and the shades.
In verse the Delphic priestess, and the pale
Tremulous Sybil make the Future known,
And He who sacrifices, on the shrine
Hangs verse, both when he smites the threat'ning bull,
And when he spreads his reeking entrails wide
To scrutinize the Fates envelop'd there.
We too, ourselves, what time we seek again
Our native skies, and one eternal Now
Shall be the only measure of our Being,
Crown'd all with gold, and chanting to the lyre
Harmonious verse, shall range the courts above,
And make the starry firmament resound.
And, even now, the fiery Spirit pure
That wheels yon circling orbs, directs, himself,
Their mazy dance with melody of verse
Unutt'rable, immortal, hearing which
Huge Ophiuchus holds his hiss suppress'd,
Orion, soften'd, drops his ardent blade,
And Atlas stands unconscious of his load.
Verse graced of old the feasts of kings, ere yet
Luxurious dainties destin'd to the gulph
Immense of gluttony were known, and ere
Lyaeus deluged yet the temp'rate board.

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poem by William Cowper
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Sexi Luv

Remember luv
Sexi luv
Its a breath of fresh air
On a day when the sun isnt shining
Its like a rose that grows
Through the concrete in the middle
Of a parking deck
Remember luv
Sexi luv
A smile as wide as a semi
Burning bright as the lights on a highway
Its the city that never sleeps
Where I wander like a tourist
With my camera in hand
Remember luv
Its all around you
So let your sexi feelings grow
Luv
Sexi luv

song performed by Devo
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Whole Lotta Shakin Goin On

(words & music by dave williams - sunny david)
I said come on over baby,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Yeah I said come on over baby,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well we aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Mmm, I said come on over baby,
We got chicken in the barn
Whose barn, what barn, my barn
Come on over baby,
We got the bull by the horns
Yeah, we aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well, I said shake baby, shake
I said shake, baby shake now
I said shake it baby, shake it
I said shake it baby, shake
We aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well, I said come on over baby,
A-whole lot-ta shakin goin on
I said come on over baby,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well we aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on
Well my mom-mom-mom,
I said shake it baby, shake it
I said shake it baby, shake it
I said shake it baby, shake all right
I said shake it baby, shake it
We aint fakin,
A-whole lotta shakin goin on

song performed by Elvis Presley
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