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Shop ‘til you drop, drop dead in the aisle.
The supply we stock must last a good while.
You mimic me, but that's not what I said.
Your mimic is mockery, my face is turning red.
So you can act the part well, but you missed ten lines.
Whatever you're doing, you're not doing fine
But I’m just fine, thank you.
Just fine? Not fine, but OUTSTANDING to boot.
An outburst that's out of bounds- that's for the news.
An upbringing towards reaching out doesn’t usher in the loot.
Extra, extra, see all about it
or read these eyes as you hear between the lines.
“Pardoning on a scale that rivals royals
or out to sea with the riff raff.”
to question how many days it has been just makes them laugh.
2000 little leagues under the sedimentary Christmas Sea
A fight to settle the score
A surfacing and drift towards shore
The Washed up, the Wrung dry,
the cured and raised eyes.
No heading is lost at captain's deck.
Not to be seen are life preservers, vests.
Many back home beg just one final say.
One more kiss blown, one more “bon voyage”
So they could remember on that black day
That their girls done up with corsage.
DOA not MIA, nor POW
Dreaded of days, here they lay. Yes, the whole entire crew.
From atop a dreamt mountain of gold and of cash
to the bottom of the sea, a ship's mast and its cast.
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2. |
Recite All Recitals
04:45
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Life in song
Letting us rise in chorus, mount up to the saddle of song
Sing along
the climax displayed in light’s array
Shoulder’s load set free
And when it’s over, where is this place, transcending?
Life in the song
Allowing us to dive. Hold breathe, tunes heard within confines
Swim along now, you hear?
the doldrums expressed amid adverse setting
the pull and the drag remain
And when the wine is poured let me be the first to drink
Oh retreat, oh retreat
by some gallant attempt
a stab at recreating the fight against the Dimness.
Stare into its unlit gems, and cry
When this is over, may I a reprise?
Who ever taught “Put smile where it’s blue
and everything that comfort can allow will crown you”?
So appealing, yeah, I spit on it!
If my face is hid while the candle has been lit
in the gem of those sitting there
well yes! yes, I’ve been there
Sitting inspired for a moment of greatness
and forged into an immortal me
who I do not ever, in the mirror see
Nor in store windows as I pass, cheating a glance
and at being approved, walk taller
chorus:
Oh retreat, oh retreat.....
But retreat, they retreat
to dress rooms, ‘ts like they’re thieves!
Taking us in for a ride in their sleep.
Seeming awake, don’t be fooled, lest get deep;
leaving us out of their loop, they retreat.
I keep telling myself I look like silver, then achieve a tarnished brass of a day.
The sort you get much done in, ‘least in an affirming sort of way
It’s in comparison to a guy off the street
t’s anyone I pick who I may never meet
I’d offer a seat, but I wasn’t planning on staying long
‘til this tourist in front whistled that damn song
Now the replay in my whitewashed head won’t go away,
keep rubbing at my temples, but the song here remains
At least it’s not that one that goes...oh, what have I done!?
was comparing this tune to an even stickier song
and now, it will pest me as a rat with no home
but makes home where it goes
and that just goes to show, if truth, I said if truth be told....
I’d retreat, I’d retreat....
But retreat, they retreat......
I’d retreat, I’d retreat.....
I’d retreat, I’d retreat
to some gallant attempt,
a stab ...................the fight.
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Orange! Holiday!
03:33
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Orange! Holiday!
Still! Look, Hear and Listen
Gather ‘round! All put your fists in
Kind of like we’re picking our fights
Movement- clear minds- nonviolence- the flight
Ear to the street, the shuffle of feet
I turn sideview, oh, what wonderful news!
The troops are fleeing, the unarmed freeing
Hand in hand, we unite and say:
Happy Holiday, Happy Holy Day
Color-filled days do not fade, no, do not fade
On these, on this, the holiest of days (2x)
Still! I follow a gospel
Liken it to singing hymns in a brothel
Kind of like getting dirt on my hands
but knowing the proximity to where I stand
A person has needs and when they are met
Well, I know not one, as of yet
who offers all and begs of not
It is will I’ve got, it is will I’ve got to say
Happy Holiday, Happy Holy Day
Color-filled days do not fade, no, do not fade
On these, on this, the holiest of days (2x)
Pours of the enemy entrenched
It is in baptism drenched I go.
I go. I go. I go. I go.
I hear it in code
With cape and ring, I will decifer this certain scene
Turning to red, turning to green
like a love-love, no love-like, no love-hate relation
like a love-love, like a love-love
like a love-love -love-love-love-love..love-love relation-ship.
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Blessed Insurance
03:24
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Blessed Insurance [NYSE 2013]
The show was broadcast on CNN
10 hundred thousand witnessed it live as it happened.
There was a hike in price. There was a crash in shares.
Tell them that there is a great risk in all affairs,
and nothing is guaranteed,
so come with me, the represtentee.
As it says: In TIME, we all die
but we can on each other’s side.
Not all citizens will give each other a chance
But we can love each other same as brothers.
Your local grocer is found lacking
Long lines in need, shelves are bare.
Say to us something, comfort in coping,
release some hope, it is not there.
no supply, but oh, the demand, with nothing in hand
a hike in price, the stockpiles dive
so HERES TO LIFE!!
the dyes we used didn’t take
plans and agents can do nothing...to medicate.
The heart with the most gold wins. Insincerity is sin.
Most earnest of hearts, that chest has utmost marks.
Heart in a chest therein, ones with the most gold win.
For attempts at your chest- Oh, what a compliment.
The heart with the most gold wins. Insincerity is sin.
Most earnest of hearts, that chest has utmost marks.
The heart in a chest therein, ones with the most gold win.
For attempts at your chest- Better this than embitterment
The heart with the most gold wins. Insincerity is sin.
Most earnest of hearts, that chest has utmost marks.
The heart in a chest therein, ones with the most gold win.
For attempts at your chest- Oh, what a compliment.
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Independencia
03:28
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Super kinds in minor minds
Accepting defense of hurtful words
Never self felt any worth
Never thought to chance this curse
Slow starts in shallow hearts
Seems to be too cold to snow
On a day when all the warmth turns cold
The same when the young at heart grow old
Super kinds in minor minds
One lent hand none could find
Look at the roads curve, how they wind
Hand of help in complacency lie
Hug the turn and watch him die
Slow starts in shallow hearts
Truth of love from here departs
Agony of defeat, set apart-part
Now yells its way as it barks
Has stained the white, left a mark
Super kinds in minor minds
Too fragile, weak to burst (burst, burst)
Too broken, numb to nurse
Torked, yet not enough to reverse
Blind to the best, be worse
Blind to the best, blind to the best, be worse be worse be worse...be worse
Super kind, you’re a tragic heart,
romantic loss is bumper cars
super kind, you’re a helpless soul
kneal over overflow in feeding bowls
Set apart- apart yet a part
We lit parks from the city sparks
From false starts to singing larks, this independence carves
Set apart- apart yet a part
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6. |
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01:43
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7. |
March Cheer
03:14
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Play that stereo. Type me a letter.
A E I O U
P-p-p-play that stereo- type me a letter, Play that stereotype me a letter
Believe it or not, we’re all get ting better
But make it certified- type me that letter!!!!
Let’s DO- a verb Let’s BE- a noun
Modify- an adverb Re produce a sound
Describe an adjective. Let’s. Let’s
End our prime objective. Let’s.
Let’s sing the Alphabet. Get ready, get set. Go
Sing the Alphabet. letter arithmetic
To you? You bet! Rudimentary metrics
Sing the Alphabet Elementary scholastics
Let’s sing the Alphabet. Get ready, get set. Go
Sing the Alphabet. Get ready, get set.
(SOLO) (TEAM)
Don’t stare, they’re blaring the Stereo! S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
Don’t stare, they’re blaring the Stereo! S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
Don’t stare! Don’t stare! S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE!
Don’t stare, they’re blaring the Stereo! S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
Don’t stare, they’re blaring the Stereo! S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
Don’t stare! Don’t stare! Stare! EE OH! Stare Stare! EE OH EE OH!
TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE! TYPE!
If we’re playing make it take it, if that’s the way it is,
If it’s finder keepers, then, then count me in.
A win-win situation, be sure that I want in.
There’s no harm in hesitation, let’s not and say we did.
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
It’s an IF-THEN scenario, sce-scenario
A CAUSE-EFFECT essay, eh-effect essay essay.
Pick me, pick me. “DO over!”, Tommy cried.
“I gotta go, my mom’s calling me inside.”
I remember- “Don’t play near power lines.
Stop. Drop. Roll. and you’ll be alright. alright.
but
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
The Playing Field Is Graded On A Curve. A Curve.
The playing field is graded, the play ing field is graded...ON A CURVE!!
Play that stereo type me that Letter!
stereotype stereotype stereo
P-L-A-Y-S-T-E-R-E O-T-Y-P-E
type stereotype stereotype type
stereotype stereotype stereo.
S-T-E-R-E-O type!
S-T-E-R-E-O Stereo!
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Release me, release me to some far off place
Send me off to the Pacific Islands
Get used to me gone
And after a tick, I will send word
When I do, meet up with me
And we’ll be reunited, we’ll be relocated
It’ll be so exciting, it’ll be so secret.
And when I send word
Corresponding through the mouth of a little bird
I’ll let you know the plans underway
And that you can leave that day
A farewell to all things drab, sun rises to a new home
Rise and walk to claim our kingdom....what a poem
Stuck in the mail, hope it doesn’t get stuck in the mail
And you grow up back home
And I grow out of hope for a rescue of heart
And we grow further apart and lead our own lives
Then the mail comes through
Years down the road when you have another man’s child
And I have a hardened man’s heart
A reminder of young lovers’ dreams, lofty without reason
That’s the beauty it beams, borrowing each other’s heart for a time
And passing it around exclaiming partial ownership
And when I sent word, I was this man on his high horse
Sitting pretty, pretty with a wife making her course...to me.
And having sent word long ago, I hate the call to vitality
And it’s claims to stardom.
It’s a hang-up can’t seem to hang
It’s a sprain can’t seem to shake
It’s a game can’t seem to beat
It’s a head can’t seem to step on
So all this going on would make think
That things in time begin to sink
And like buoyancy would teach
Filling lungs that keep afloat, beg to sing
Of a boat that is about to come
And lift it out to tend to parity and above.
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