Collectively, we are in thrall to media - because they deliver to us many of the psychic goods we crave, and we know no other way to live.
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You Ain't Got It Like a Psychic
You can't tell me what I'm thinking...
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
Tell my neighbors and friends,
What I do and who for!
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
Waiting to set you back with a heart attack.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that.
You can run around and tell folks,
What you think my business is!
But,
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You can sneak across the floor.
And put your ear to the door.
But,
Uh-uh,
You ain't got it like a psychic.
It's too bad your lips don't seal.
You need to hush 'em.
You need to keep them closed.
It's so sad you have a mind that reveals...
It's gonna crack!
It's ripe for that,
With a heart attack!
You can't tell me what I'm thinking,
Until I tell you what that is!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
You may not like it.
My name ain't Mike,
And I'm 'bout to take a hike!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
Bite this!
Uh-uh...
You ain't got it like a psychic.
If you were a psychic,
You would know where you can bite it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sweet and Soft Whispers
I may not be a bit psychic...
But I know it's there.
That love inside you fight.
With a wish I might like it.
No, I may not be a psychic...
But that fragrance you wear is in the air.
You want to give me a chance.
To cuddle up and romance.
I believe you want me alone.
To claim and have me as your own.
You want me close enough to hear...
Those sweet and soft whispers in my ear.
And I may not be a bit psychic.
But I know it is there.
That love inside you fighting to appear.
With a wish that I might like it.
And have it in my arms to hold it near.
Oh...
Your excitement you try to hide.
But I know it's there.
And not that deep inside.
And I just may keep it a secret...
Until you make me aware.
I may not be a psychic...
But I know what you feel,
For me...
Is there!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our free enterprise system of disseminating information is collectively referred to as The Media. But there is no collective.
quote by Jessica Savitch
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Deliver Me
Deliver me from darkness.
Deliver me from pain.
Deliver me from loneliness
and let love remain.
Deliver me from blindness.
Deliver me from chains.
Deliver me from unhappiness
and let drops of rain
Shower me with acceptance,
Shower me with song,
Shower me with goodness.
Deliver me from wrong.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Deliver Me
deliver me...
from the fury, the noise,
and the roar of the wheel...
deliver me...
from my own insecurities,
my unconscious greed,
and my self driven fears.
deliver me...
from my conceptual understanding,
my limited knowledge,
and my worship of knowledge.
deliver me...
from all anger and hatred
in whatever disguise...
deliver me...
from being driven by
mouth and stomach unchecked,
from what i think i need.
deliver me..
from my countless mistakes,
and the excuses i make!
deliver me...
from any kind of pride
that closes the open hand!
deliver me...
from any sense of self
that would seperate and divide.
deliver me...
from laziness and tiredness,
from bitterness and lonliness.
deliver me...
from all forms of apathy,
and the want to possess...
deliver me...
and bring me to realize myself!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Sophia The Psychic She Lived Down The Road
Sophia the psychic she lived down the road
She knew the roads she knew the souls
An Antipythia of the broken heart
Wept ‘don’t know thyself ‘tis too deep’
Know thy paths not entangled they are
‘spread like lilies’ not needing the truth
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
Sophia the psychic she met me one day
I looked into her eyes compassion I smiled
Yes, she started, and she could not stop
Against my smile her intermittent sobs
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
‘Tis passion Sophia I asked
Why are you telling me what I already know
Obsession, Sophia, leave the past in peace
Take some rest and do not worry
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
I am centuries old as well but still too young for your tears
And don’t ask for my coins for I have none
All the pearls of wisdom you’ve already gained
There’s no way for you to be repaid
Sophia the psychic centuries echoed
Tormented by knowing too much
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I'll Do My Best To Deliver
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me,
Ask me.
And make it anything,
You need...
From me.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Ask me for what you want.
Just ask me.
Ask me.
Ask me for anything,
And I will fullfill...
That need.
Ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Oh ask me for what you want.
Ask me for what you need,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me for what you want.
Just ask me for what you need,
And I will do my best to deliver.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine...
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Ask me.
Just ask me.
Come thunderstorms, rain or shine.
That pressure you have will be taken right off your mind.
And I will do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I'll do my best to deliver.
Just ask me...
Ask me,
And I will do my best to deliver.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Goods Gone
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
Chorus:
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone out of our love
I know its wrong
We should enjoy it, but
The goods gone
The goods gone
Once we used to get along
Now, each time we kiss, its wrong
(chorus)
Now it aint no fun
And the goods gone now
We used to love as one
But we have forgotten now
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
(chorus)
Its gone forever
song performed by by Who
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a corrupt nation
cannot deliver the goods
to its poorest citizens
quote by by John Celes
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Vengeful Psychic
There once was a psychic who loved to chat,
She made up lies to Christina, saying this or that.
See, psychic needed more money and she wanted revenge,
So she started telling lies to all of Christina's friends.
Then of course she told Christina the biggest lie of all,
She told Christina to date Skunky and suck on his balls.
Skunky was of course the worst creep Christina had ever met,
He was a liar, a cheat and even did theft.
But in the end, Skunky became the psychic’s friend…
Stalking her on the internet.
Then of course psychic didn’t know,
She emailed Skunky photos of her 'island with no snow'.
But as soon as Skunky telephoned psychic a thousand times X 2,
She quickly ended it with Skunky and said they were through.
Now, Skunky had no redeeming qualities as of yet,
But his stalking the psychic made Christina very upset,
And it made Christina think “who is the one I’m worse off to have met?
Well, they are both really scummy just the same,
Playing on Christina’s good heart like a volleyball game.
But Christina won out over both of them,
Making rhyming peeve poems is the best revenge.
Written on Jan.20,2011 by Christina Sunrise
Copyright 2011 Chevalier Originals, Inc.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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We know that we are not collectively guilty, so how can we accuse any other nation, no matter what some of its people have done, of being collectively guilty?
quote by Simon Wiesenthal
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Lorelei
Back in the days of knights in armor
There once lived a lovely charmer
Swimming in the rhine
Her figure was divine
She had a yen for all the sailors
Fishermen and gobs and whalers
She had a most immoral eye
They called her lorelei
She created quite a stir
And I want to be like her
I want to be like that gal on the river
Who sang her song to the ships passing by
She had the goods and how she could deliver
The lorelei
She used to love in a strange kind of fashion
With lots of hey-ho-de-ho-hi-de-hi
And I can guarantee Im full of passion
Like the lorelei
Im treacherous, yeah-yeah
Oh, I just cant hold myself in check
Im lecherous, yeah-yeah
I want to bite my initials on a sailors neck
Each affair has a kick and a wallop
For what they crave, I can always supply
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei
I want to be just like that other trollop
The lorelei
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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The duty of responsibility placed on any MP is one of the greatest honours that can be bestowed and I for one don't believe the Conservative Party would abuse that trust by selecting someone who did not have the goods to do the job, just for the sake of media coverage.
quote by Adam Rickitt
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Mama
Mama
Please be good, please be good to me
Mama
Please be good, please be good to me
Mama
Hovering over me at night
Mama
Comfort me, make me feel all right
I walk alone and see what boys should never
See in their lifetime
I live in the world of spirits
And I talk to the walls
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
Mama
Come and take, come and take my hand
Mama
Try and see, try to understand
Mama
Looking through, looking through my eyes
Mama
Everywhere, always in disguise
I walk alone and see what boys should never
See in their lifetime
I live in the world of spirits
And I talk to the walls
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
Mama
Please be good, please be good to me
Mama
Please be good, please be good to me
I walk alone and see what boys should never see
I hear what boys should never hear
In their lifetime
I live in the world of spirits
And I talk to the walls
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
This little hell
Deliver me from
Mama
Please be good . . .
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Two Souls Trapped
An elderly couple in their car
smashed into a wall
they didn't go very far.
Car was removed but their souls fought on
the wife yelled 'If you would of looked
are car would of moved and we would be gone.'
Psychic heard the fight for weeks on end
the couple never made it to heaven.
Until one day in this Vegas parking lot
the psychic never heard them and then she thought-
another psychic must of told them to go to the light
or if not they moved someone where else to have their fight.
Written by Christina Sunrise on April 14,2012
poem by Christina Sunrise
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Devotion
If I am right
If I can be
Constant and faithful
Youll find me
In my devotion
In my devotion
What if you find a fault
Between my purpose and my deeds
And deem me beyond salvation
Judge me to be unworthy
Of your devotion
Of your devotion
If this be obsession deliver me
A passing infatuation deliver me
A feeling lacking in purity deliver me
A test of fidelity deliver me
Deliver me
Deliver me
What if I should find
Youre no good for me
What if I cant be strong enough
What if I cant break free
Of my devotion
Of my devotion
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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A Knowing Of An End Result Produced
I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
There is a huge difference between,
Wanting to do and a doing to be done.
With a knowing of a coming end result,
Produced! And, not held up in discussion.
I am not here,
With a wish to deliver.
I am here,
Because I can deliver.
And I've been called a 'mother--'
On many occasions.
And strangely enough,
By those caring less how long I spent in labor.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Reviled Did I Live
Reviled did I live, said I,
As evil I did deliver
Never odd or even-
Live not on evil.
Reviled did I live, said I
As evil I did deliver
Live was I
Ere I saw Evil.
Reviled did I live, said I
As evil I did deliver
Live on no evil-
Evil I did live.
Do Good's deeds live on?
No, Evil's deeds do, O God
Now evil, I've won
Name now one man
Live not on evil deed,
Live not on evil.
Evil, all its sin, is still alive
Evil am I- I'm alive.
poem by Patti Masterman
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The decadent international but individualistic capitalism in the hands of which we found ourselves after the war is not a success. It is not intelligent. It is not beautiful. It is not just. It is not virtuous. And it doesn't deliver the goods.
quote by John Maynard Keynes
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Just Another Day...
Another day another dollar
Just another excuse to give
Just another white lie to say
Just another fiene
Who wants the goods
Now I got more money
More money to spend
To spend on the goods
The goods are a demand
A demand that the cops want
Want to get me for life
Hell naw they cant see me
I do my thang
While the 5-0 ride by
I get my money
As long as these fienes live
Then my pocket stays phat
Once in awhile a brave soul comes at me
But when they walk away
I take their soul and there pide
Why
Cause a girl jus gave them the business
Nobody wants it with me
I do what i have to do
Just to survive another day
Another day another dollar
poem by Ashley Olson
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