As far as groupies, I never saw any of them.
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Famous Groupies
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
Behold the famous groupies
They are alike as two peas
And where the other goes, the other goes
But though the famous groupies
Are only paid in rupies
Nobody knows what the famous groupies know
And nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a bango player
Who kept an extra layer
Of dunlopillo mattress in his van
But when the famous groupies
Arived with their twin snoopies
Nobody saw which way the poor boy ran
Nobody does it like a famous groupie can
All stand back, let the people see
Take a snap of the famous groupies for me
There was a lead guitarist
Who lived in epping forest
And all he ever wanted was to blow
When the girls were with him
He never lost his rhythm
And nobody knows what the famous groupies know
Nobody goes where the famous groupies go
There was a classic story
Of a roadic nicknamed rory
Who used to practice voodoo on the side
When the famous twosome
Suggested something gruesome
All that they found was a crater two miles wide
Which left the music business absolutely horrified
Ladies and gentlemen, those magnificent examples of
Female pulchritude and luminosity, direct from their
Global perambulations to the very boards of this
Supremely magnificent proscenium arch - ladies and
Gentlemen; I give you famous groupies!
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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The Poetry Groupies
Where are the poetry groupies
Those girls who’d give their hand for a poem
Who’d lay down for a verse so finely written
In the hope of some poetic dedication
If I write it, will they then come
To pay homage, adoration to my pen
Where are the girls who’d give their all for a poem
Those who are drawn to such a man
A romantic who writes to seduce
To sway the heads of each pretty girl
With poetic tales of a great love
How beautiful the object of all affection
What are all these poems and tales worth
If this question remains unanswered
Where are the poetry groupies
Who’d give their hand to a poem
And their all to a poet
poem by Matthew Holloway
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The groupies are far more real now than there were then.
quote by Peter Tork
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I'd love to be a pop idol. Of course, my groupies are now between 40 and 50.
quote by Kevin Bacon
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When I was a rapper, the groupies didn't have to try too hard with me. Just show up at the hotel.
quote by Mark Wahlberg
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Groupies to me, were people who followed you around. Familiar faces who were always there, asking for autographs. We have more of those now, but they're not sexual.
quote by Davy Jones
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We don't get groupies, well I don't see them, anyway. That was something that I always looked forward to and am constantly disappointed by the lack of!
quote by Mark Webber
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The rock star stuff never came up for us. The Band was never attacked by groupies before, during or after any show that we ever played.
quote by Levon Helm
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Now I know what it's like to be a rock star. No, I didn't sleep with 5 groupies at once. But I was interviewed about 45 times in 5 days in 3 cities.
quote by Tony Visconti
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Every time I find a picture of him with other women, or read in magazines that he's involved with 'groupies,' I don't go and show up where he is making a huge scene and getting our faces put all over the TV and papers.
quote by Kim Mathers
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Moving With Time
I messed up and went way out in left field, in thinking let me see....that your ability to love me was to much for you, because I felt as tho your always so busy.
Now Im busy too because i kinda got it! And it's plain and clear that I'm not a priority, everything takes balances. And it's up to us to make time! For one another But now I realize thee importance of every second, every minute, and every hour, you could never get back. How long do you think I would Waite for You to see that time is on the move and I'm one of the groupies.
poem by Clarence Williams
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Sing A Mean Tune Kid
Sing a mean tune, kid
Sock em in the gut, yeah, yeah, yeah
Dont you ever let your mama catch you cryin
Play the bad song, kid
Everyones the blues yeah, yeah, yeah
And the people never know youre only lying
What a scary song, kid
Never heard before yeah, yeah, yeah
Soon the groupies will start rolling by your door
Burn the groove to death, kid
Nail em to the cross yeah, yeah, yeah
Till youre not a super pop star any more
song performed by by Chicago
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Audition
The actors milling helplessly--
The script is blowing out to sea.
But what the hell, we didnt even pass an audition.
The lines youll have to improvise.
The words are written in the eyes
Of politicians who despise their fathers.
And so the play necessitates
That all you boys participate
In fierce competition to eliminate each other.
And groupies, on their way to war,
Get to write the next film score,
But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing.
Men of religion, on the make,
Pledge an oath they undertake
To make you wise for gods own sake, and none other.
While ladies get their bedding done
To win themselves a bouncing son--
But bad girls do it for the fun of just being.
And me, Im here to sing along,
And Im not concerned with righting wrongs,
Just asking questions that belong without an answer.
But God is laughing up his sleeve
As he pours himself another cup of tea,
And he waves good-bye to you and me, at least for now
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Butterfly Darque
Butterfly Darque
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Wing And A Prayer,
Two To Soar,
High Above,
Or Way Spirit Down,
Darkest Wing,
A Prayer There Be,
A Solitary Standout,
From The Crowd,
Of Maddening Groupies,
Domination Monarch,
Blackest Wing,
Of Night There Be,
Look-a-like Moth,
Butterfly Wings,
Wonder In Genus...
Soars Like Butterfly!
There Can Be,
A Man You Seek,
Single In Soul,
High Alone,
Low In Spirits,
Flies Up High,
Appears Down Low,
Day Bound Glow,
When As Darque,
Wing To Shed,
Of The Night,
Bound Morose,
Fly Below,
Appear Above,
A Wing And A Prayer...
Soars Like Butterfly!
poem by Ricardo Antunes
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Everybody's Makin' It Big But Me
Elvis he's a hero he's a superstar
And I hear that Paul McCartney drives a Rolls Royse car
And Dylan sings for millions
And I just sing for free
Oh everybody's makin' it big but me
Oh, everybody's makin' it big but me
Everybody's makin' it big but me
Neil Diamond sings for diamonds
And here's ole rhinestone me
Oh everybody's makin' it big but me
Well I hear that Alice Cooper's got a foxy chick
To wipe off his snake, keep him rich
And Elton John's got two fine ladies
And Doctor John's got three
And I'm still seein' them same old sleezoes
That I used to see
Oh, everybody's makin' it big but me
Everybody's makin' it big but me
I've got charisma
And personality
How come everybody's makin' it big but me?
Well I paint my face with glitter
Just like Bowie does
And I wear the same mascara
That Mick Jagger does
And I even put some lipstick on
That just hurt my dad and mom
Everybody's makin' it big but me
They got groupies for their bands
And all I got is my right hand
And everybody's makin' it big but me
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Rate This Poem
I’d love to be inside the head
of the Phantom Oner as she
strikes again… with one deadly One,
cuts the previous ten right down
to a grovelling 5.5…
‘that’ll teach you, you big-headed smug,
with your groupies and brown-nosers; all your pissy posse…
THIS IS NOT A POEM…’
and with one bound – I’m free!
No longer need I try to write
a poem rich in metaphor like some jewelled scabbard,
declaring sparkling wealth and power;
distracting from the question,
is the sharp sword, of discrimination,
still there, sharp, inside?
or a poem so full of music’s sound,
it sings itself into the mind
like leprechaun with emerald guile,
in the ear of sleeping child…
or, any other sort of poem –
I’m free … now I know I can
please everyone, someone, no-one.. on a scale
from nought to ten or should that be
from ten to nought?
I can now just be; be my one self…
write from the heart;
remembering that all others have a heart…so,
thanks, O noble one…
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Fable Of Jesus
The Fable of Jesus
Jesus was skeptical of his own tribe, as a trainee carpenter he was
lousy couldn’t even make a simple bookshelf, they kidded him for that.
Jesus took umbrage and criticized the roman clinging priests.
He took to hanging out with a group of radicals of the day and since
he was good with words he soon became their leader.
There were a few groupies circling around his association, like Magdalena,
but they were for sexual enjoyment and not taken seriously.
Being admired by his flock Jesus thought he could take on the church and
the roman establishment, like when he chased money lenders out of
the temple. He was wrong. When they mocked him and crowded him
a king, he thought the people would come to save him.
Crucified, but women came to his rescue, healed his wounds and
sent him to France, where he took the name of Pierre.
He and his mistress, the despised tart Magdalene, had seven children
and he ended his days as a much respected goldsmith.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Never Met A Person As Wonderful As Me
Well, I stare at myself in the mirror
When I wake up every morn
And I marvel at how great Ive been
Since the day that I was born
Ive made so many albums
Ive run out of things to name em
My fans all want to be like me
And really, who can blame em
Teenage groupies all surround me
I guess I know why
No one else can match my charm
Why do they even try
All the girls in college
Turned me down for other fellas
But I know why, it seems to me
Theyre just insanely jealous
Who wouldnt be
Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just dont understand
That its hard to be too humble
When you know that youre so grand
And Im not trying to say Im perfect
I just want you to see
That Ive never met a person
Whos as wonderful as me
Now, Im not arrogant or haughty
And Im certainly not conceited
But anyone trying to match my wits
Is very soon defeated
Im a marvellous human being
Im just one big hunk of man
Sometimes I have to marvel
At how very great I am
Some people call it self-indulgence
But they just dont understand
That its hard to be too humble
When you know that youre so grand
And Im not trying to say Im perfect
I just want you to see
That Ive never met a person
Whos as marvellous, spectacular
Fantastic and terrific
And so very great and wonderful as me
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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The Song That Didn't Rhyme
Wrote a song, it was wrong from it's very first conception
Seemed I struggled on every line
It wasn't fast, wasn't pretty, wasn't serious or witty
The song that didn't rhyme
The band couldn't wing it, the singer couldn't sing it
The drummer's always out of time
The DJ's were offended, my union card suspended
Billboard declared it a crime
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
On a song that didn't rhyme
It was bland, it was boring, all the groupies they were snoring
The first time we played it live
All the record guys got fired, the president retired
But somehow the song survived
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind
The melody blows in a key that no one can find
The lyrics don't flow but I can't get it out of my mind
A three minute waste of your time
No redeeming value of any kind
But thanks for the twelve ninety nine
On a song that didn't rhyme
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Cover Of The Rolling Stone
Coughing, blues? : gol, bret--dont touch me there!
Bret: Im gonna tell you who we are.
Well were big rock singers
We got golden fingers
And were loved everywhere we go
(that sounds like us)
We sing about beauty
And we sing about truth
At ten million dollars a show
(yeah, right!)
We take all kinda pills
That give us all kinda thrills
But the thrill weve never known
Is the thrill that it gets ya
When you get your picture
On the cover of the rolling stone
Chorus:
Rolling stone
Im gonna see my picture on the cover
Stone
Gonna buy five copies for my mother
Stone
Gonna see my smiling face
On the cover of the rolling stone
I got a freaky old lady named cocaine katie
Who embroiders on my jeans
I got my poor old gray-haired daddy
Driving my limousine.
Now its all designed to blow our minds,
But our minds wont really be blown
Like the blow thatll getcha
When you get your picture
On the cover of the rolling stone
Chorus
Spoken: hey, I know how!!!
Solo
Spoken: beautiful!
We gotta lot of little teen-aged
Blue-eyed groupies
Who do anything we say
We got a genuine indian guru
Hes teaching us a better way
We got all the friends that money can buy,
So we never have to be alone
And we keep gettin richer,
But we cant get our picture
On the cover of the rolling stone
Chorus
Talking:
I dont know why we aint on the cover, baby!
Ah were beautiful fellas!
I aint kiddin you man, wed make a beautiful cover
I mean, I can see it right now--we be up front,
Oh, we be smilin....beautiful!
song performed by by Poison
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