Choose your woman with a velvet glove, but control her with a fist of iron.
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Woman
And I say no (no), no more, I cant see you again
But I dont know if I mean it
I dont know if I just pretend
I make up my mind the feelings dead
But whos fooling who inside my head
And I know that I had the feeling
That somethings wrong
Its been out of my control for much too long
I always seem to want to fall in love
With the iron hand inside the velvet glove
But it feels too good
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
The voices say (stand up), I wish that I could
I feel the nail being driven in
But theres something about it that feels so good
Youre always the talk of the town
And the town wont shut up talking
til the king is crowned
And I know that I know you like it, hard and tough
Theres a lot of heat and spark, but thats not enough
The actor wants to skip the final scene
Tho the keys are in the getaway machine
I just cant go
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
And I know that I get the feeling
Theres something wrong
Its been out of my control for much too long
I always seem to want to fall in love
With the iron hand inside the velvet glove
But it feels so good
Oh woman, I need you (do you want me to beg)
I lost my pride long ago (and you know it)
Oh woman, I love you (when you take me to bed)
My private beatings never show
Woman when you make love you close your eyes
(and I get any closer to the mystery)
Oh woman, I need you (you must be the one)
Dont cut me free cause I cant be myself
song performed by by Rick Springfield
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The World Needs A Hero
Dave mustaine
An iron fist quietly sits inside the velvet glove
Take control, untouchable just like God above
I cant escape, wrapped in red tape, what will become of me?
If I object, then I defect my country tis of thee
The white house is calling
Tell them Ill call them back
Just tell them anything
Yeah get them off my back
The world needs a hero
Not that I would ever lie but I have no choice
Words I say heard today are not mine, just my voice
Nato is on line 1
They want to talk to me
Tell them that Im not in
Tell them that Im not free
The world needs a hero
Phantom rule, the hidden jewel whos really in control?
On puppet strings, a nation swings undermined by moles
The un is on hold
Tell them Ill call them back
Yeah tell them anything
Just get them off my back
The world needs a hero
Solo - mustaine
Solo - pitrelli
Dave the white house is calling
They want to talk to me
Tell them that I cant be bought
Tell them that Im not free
The world needs a hero
End solos - pitrelli
song performed by by Megadeth
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There was a blithe certainty that came from first comprehending the full Einstein field equations, arabesques of Greek letters clinging tenuously to the page, a gossamer web. They seemed insubstantial when you first saw them, a string of squiggles. Yet to follow the delicate tensors as they contracted, as the superscripts paired with subscripts, collapsing mathematically into concrete classical entities-- potential; mass; forces vectoring in a curved geometry-- that was a sublime experience. The iron fist of the real, inside the velvet glove of airy mathematics.
Gregory Benford in Timescape
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Everything
I dont want to like you, but I love your thoughts
I dont want to miss you, but I do anyway
I dont want to harm you
I dont want to alarm you
I am the iron fist in a velvet glove
Chorus:
Its everything
You say love is a bed of nails
Its everything
Cadillacs and fairy tales
Its everything to me
I dont want to want you, but Im gonna try
I dont want to shake you, but I think I could anyway
I dont want to hide you
I dont want to bribe you
This life is lonly like an ider down
(chorus)
Down in the alley
Im in a haven
A rainbow in a jar
Im sleeping in my car
Everything
Its everything it would be, could be
Its a fairy tale and a bed of nails
Its everything
Satellites and starry nights
Its everything, everything to me
Its everything
You say love is a bed of nails
Its everything
And Im strange, but Im free...
I dont want to love you, but I guess I will...
song performed by by Wilsons
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Drifting Away
Got nowhere to stay
Got nowhere to go
Got no one to blame for lettin' myself get so low
It's right on the tip of my tongue
What's the word I'm thinkin' of
It's right in the middle of good and bad
So how can it be love
My brain is too soft
My money's no good
I tend to get lost just walkin' in the neighborhood
It's right on the tip of my tongue
What's the word I'm thinkin' of
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
And that's all I can say
It's nothing I can't control
But in matters of the heart and soul
I must admit that I just don't know
I don't know what to say
I don't know what to do
I don't know what possessed me
To get together with a girl like you
You're right on the tip of my tongue
Are you the girl I'm thinkin' of
Right in the middle of hate and love
An iron fist in a velvet glove
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
And that's all I can say
Gotta step back
And give each other room to grow
Listen to your heart
It'll tell you where to go
I must admit that I just don't know
Admit that I just don't know
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
And that's all I can say
It's nothing I can't control
But in matters of the heart and soul
Sometimes I feel like I'm drifting away
And that's all I can say
Gotta step back
And give each other room to grow
Listen to your heart
It'll tell you where to go
I must admit that I just don't know
Admit that I just don't know
Admit that I just don't know
song performed by by Fastball
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“In Love With Love”
Love! A wee word with sundry meanings
At times an “Iron hand in a velvet glove”
When lovers’ only act on sexual leanings
They’re probably just “In love with love”
poem by Ray Lucero
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I am that woman
I am the woman you cannot stand
I am the woman you cannot part
I am the woman who will f*** your brains up
I am the woman who will make you love
I am the woman who will make you so mad you’ll forget your name
I am the woman who your mother will love
I am the woman who will make your mates laugh
I am the woman who will make you speak all night
I am the woman who will make you go ballistic
I am the woman who will annoy you all the time
I am the woman who you’ll find irresistibly cute
I am the woman who will make you forget what you do
I am the woman who you’ll spend all day in bed with
I am the woman who will make passionate love like a beast
I am the woman who will get you out of control
I am the woman who will make you lose your soul
I am the woman who you will accept defeat to
I am the woman who will make you sad when I leave the room
I am the woman who will drive you crazy when we meet
I am the woman who you’ll want to sit all night and stare me sleep
I am the woman who you’ll hate and love
And I am the woman who you’ll never f***ing forget!
…and you know it’s all true….
poem by Evita Velvet
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Black Glove
My dad owns a lonely glove
Of black leather
It looks rough but it's soft
Like velvet feathers
It has five pockets
And on my fingers
They feels snug and warm
A lone black dove, his glove
Searching for its partner
All day long
'I'm lonely' it says
No one talks to me
I used to have a partner
I ask 'Where is she? '
I'm different than you
They all say 'I am the best, Yo! '
I sit and wonder 'Where did she go? '
The one who thinks that I am cool
My dad's lonely glove broods
poem by Ryan Perera
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This Must Be Magic
Abracadabra
I held an iron fist in a velvet glove
I was silk sheathed in steel
Id disguise every nerve inside of me
Man, Id forgotten how to feel.
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (yes you remade me)
This must be love (yes you persuaded me)
This must be magic (you wont betray me)
This must be love
I was the hawk not the dove gave up on love
Chasing rainbows, chasing wealth
One angry young man in my own vietnam
At war with the world but just killing myself
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (yes you impressed me)
This must be love (you must have blessed me)
This must be magic (when you carress me)
This must be love
You made me feel so much stronger
This must be magic
You made me feel someone with your love
This must be magic (you resurrect me)
This must be love (swore youd protect me)
This must be magic (say youll respect me)
This must be love
This must be, must be, must be love.
song performed by by Abc
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The Weapon
We've got nothing to fear...but fear itself?
Not pain, not failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdom's will be done
And the things that we fear are a weapon to be held against us...
He's not afraid of your judgment
He knows of horrors worse than your Hell
He's a little bit afraid of dying
But he's a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We don't see what they're made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things they're afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear is a weapon to be used against them...
song performed by by Rush
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Being A Man
If being a man requires
Hitting and cheating a woman
I choose to be
A woman
If being a man requires
Not to do household chores
I choose to be
A woman
If being a man requires
Not protecting family
I choose to be
A woman
If being a woman requires
Loving a man
Then I choose to learn to be
A man rather than
A woman
poem by Herofil Olarte
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The Weapon Part Ii Of fear
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Weve got nothing to fear --- but fear itself?
Not pain or failure, not fatal tragedy?
Not the faulty units in this mad machinery?
Not the broken contacts in emotional chemistry?
With an iron fist in a velvet glove
We are sheltered under the gun
In the glory game on the power train
Thy kingdoms will be done
And the things that we fear
Are a weapon to be held against us...
Hes not afraid of your judgement
He knows of horrors worse than your hell
Hes a little bit afraid of dying ---
But hes a lot more afraid of your lying
And the things that he fears
Are a weapon to be held against him...
Can any part of life --- be larger than life?
Even love must be limited by time
And those who push us down that they might climb ---
Is any killer worth more than his crime?
Like a steely blade in a silken sheath
We dont see what theyre made of
They shout about love, but when push comes to shove
They live for the things theyre afraid of
And the knowledge that they fear
Is a weapon to be used against them...
song performed by by Rush
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Whose Freedom?
Freedom, freedom, freedom!
Whose freedom?
My freedom, your freedom, our freedoms;
Like e thousand times of a cry in a land!
Yes, they rule with iron-hand but,
We have to obey always;
A rule with an iron fist but,
We have to be the subjects always;
Whose freedom?
Look around you,
It is full of colours;
My freedom, your freedom, their freedoms!
Freedom, freedom, freedom! ! !
We nedd freedom than these shackles.
Whose freedom?
Free-free-free! Freedom to my people! !
Which people?
My people, your people, our peoples;
Have mercy on them and rule them with care.
We need freedom around us,
Whose freedom?
See the type of governments around you;
The people's freedom with an iron fist!
Tell me if all is well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Krisco Kisses
(gill/johnson/nash/otoole)
*thunder thunder
I love that thunder- yeah
Hunger hunger
You feed my hunger - yeah
Hunger hunger
**take it to the top my love
Lets take it to the top
With a fist way past the rest
Take it to the top
***you fit me like a glove, my love
You fit me like a glove
Be my friend my be-bop
Take it to the top my love
****krisco kisses, kisses
Never misses, misses
Krisco kisses, kisses
You can take it up, up and up
*(repeat)
**(repeat)
You fit me like a glove my love
My little puppet glove
Be my friend, my be-bop
Take it to the top, my love oh
Yeah
****(repeat)
Higher, higher
I love that thunder
You feed my hunger
Higher, higher
I love that thunder
You feed my hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
Hunger, hunger
You fit me like a glove my love
You fit me like a glove
You fit me like a glove my love
You fit me like a glove
***(repeat)
****(repeat)
song performed by by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Woman In Control
Woman in control 3/24/07
To all the woman who enjoy poetry
My words are here to set you free.
I can climb into your heart and soul
And release all the emotions that you hold.
Feelings that have been locked up inside
Feelings that you try to hide.
All the words that you want to say.
Yet! Never find the way.
Always relish the thought that you are like mother earth.
Brought into this world to show the beauty
And love that you posses
And for you it’s an endless test.
Your beauty is deep within your soul
It is a beauty in which you learned to control.
You can make the bad look good
And the good look bad.
You can be happy or you can be sad.
You have learned to control emotions
And to show man what they want to see
And turn around their hypocrisy.
Now when I look at your face-
I no longer see the satin and lace.
I no longer see a woman who they say is born to lose
But! An intelligent woman who can choose
poem by Louis Rams
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Velvet Elvis
My life, it used to be incomplete
till I saw what I was looking for at a drive-in swap meet
My life it wont be the same again
Now Im proud to say the king lives on inside my den
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
Although he may not be worth much dough
He means much more to me than some old rembrandt or van gogh
Check out those sideburns, theres nothing greater
You can tell that hes no velvet elvis imitator
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
Oh, now you cant you see
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
In my own private graceland
In my own little shrine to the king
I dont want nothin else
No, I dont need anything
Dont need no lava lamp
Dont need no soap on a rope
No pictures of mexican kids with those really big eyes
Or dogs playing poker
When Im at home watching my tv
I know the king is always looking down on me
He looks so handsome, he stands so tall
So glad hes big enough to cover up that hole in the wall
(velvet elvis) hes so fuzzy
(velvet elvis) hes so great
(velvet elvis) never ages
(velvet elvis) never puts on weight
(velvet elvis) look at those rhinestones
(velvet elvis) hes just so fine
(velvet elvis) you can look but dont touch now
(velvet elvis) cause hes mine all mine
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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Cavity Search
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I'm the one who's in control
It's my job to search your hole
With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I am here to protect the souls
Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes
So drop'em
Spread'em wide
This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity search by the side of the road
I know damn well that I'm breaking a code
But I am here to protect the soules
Of the people who pay me to look up your hole
song performed by by X-Cops
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Cavity Search
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I'm the one who's in control
It's my job to search your hole
With a rubber glove pulled on my fist
I search your every orifice
Probing you with icy tools
I search for drugs and stir your stools
Cavity Search on the side of the road
I'm almost positive I'm breking a code
But I am here to protect the souls
Of the people who pay me to look up prisoners holes
So drop'em
Spread'em wide
This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me
It's a dirty job but someones got to do it
So open up your ass so I can look into it
'Cause you never know what you're gonna find
When you ram your fist up a person's behind
Cavity search by the side of the road
I know damn well that I'm breaking a code
But I am here to protect the soules
Of the people who pay me to look up your hole
song performed by by X-Cops
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Sonnet 14
Here, hold this glove (this milk-white cheveril glove)
Not quaintly over-wrought with curious knots,
Not deckt with golden spangs, nor silver spots,
Yet wholesome for thy hand as thou shall prove.
Ah no; (sweet boy) place this glove neere thy heart,
Weare it, and lodge it still within thy brest,
So shall thou make me (most unhappy), blest.
So shalt thou rid my paine, and ease my smart:
How can that be (perhaps) thou wilt reply,
A glove is for the hand not for the heart,
Nor can it well be prov'd by common art,
Nor reasons rule. To this, thus answere I:
If thou from glove do'st take away the g,
Then glove is love: and so I send it thee.
poem by Richard Barnfield
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