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Don't ever slam a door, you might want to go back.

quote by Don Herold
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Rebecca on another note

why did you slam the door?
now, do you regret
that you have finally died
just because you slam
the door
and then this poet who writes
about you
kills you with a mere slam?

don't you think that he is not just
witty but too
a little bit cruel?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Dragula

Dragula
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula

song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Rebecca

Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably

A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.

She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...

It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.

Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.

The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,
-- As often they had done before.

poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Go On and Slam The Door

Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.

You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Go on and slam the door!

Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?

Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
Your rudeness I'll ignore...
And your nasty snapping.

Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
Your rudeness I'll ignore...
And your nasty snapping.

You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?

Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?

Go on and slam the door!
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?

Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be That Way

(stephony smith/bob dipiero)
Every time I turn around
I run into your pride
Sometimes Im not so sure if I wanna
Know that guy, know that guy
cause you got a rock hard head
Stubborn as a mule
Oh, yeah, and by the way, I still love you
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Sometimes what you dont say
Can make the deepest cut
And I get my feelings hurt
And I just go nuts, well a little nuts
So try to ignore that girl
Shes just blowin off steam
Oh and I dont know about her
But I hope you say to me
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Baby lets get emotional
What do you say we let it all go
Let it go
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Be that way, oh yeah

song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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The Ogre Slam-The-Door

There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,
And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall,
But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there,
A dreadful ogre haunts the house and tries to kill them all.
Some day I fear will find them dead and stretched out in their gore
The victims of this ogre grim, this wicked Slam-the-door!

He's a very tiny ogre just about as tall as you!
He never carries hidden arms, or plays with guns and knives.
And yet he almost splits the heads of people thro' and thro.'
And I think him very dangerous to comfort and to lives.
And he often shakes the castle from the ceiling to the floor.
This awful, awful ogre known as little Slam-the-door.

He gets up bright and early, and he's, oh, so wide awake!
And wo! to all the sleepy heads and invalids who doze,
They dream the sky is caving in, or that a vast earthquake
Has suddenly convulsed the world and ended their repose,
As to and fro, and up and down, still noisier than before,
They hear the hurrying, flurrying feet of ogre Slam-the-door.

Though the Princess of the Castle has a headache, and is ill,
Though the Prince is in his study and wants quiet for an hour,
This wicked little ogre won't be quiet-or keep still
I almost think he sometimes knows he has them in his power.
Alas, alas for all the folks, their sorrows I deplore-
The folks shut in that castle with the ogre Slam-the-door.

poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Slam Harder

Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back.. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo we back in the e-say
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So

song performed by by Onyx
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Slam Dunk The Funk

Slam Dunk The Funk
Five
(5ive)
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five, whatcha waiting four if you wanna
Three (three)
Two (two)
One let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
when the five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da flava in my song
But I really need to know
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You gotta shoot, pass, slam baby time to set it off
I'll be up, up away, above the rim and hook a shot
Ally oop, baby, whoop, there it is and now I gotcha
Three seconds left, it's just enuff for me to rock ya
Now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be the man
with a hey, yippee yo yippee four quarter slam
everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You wanna know what hits you like a fork lift truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the extra
Curricular ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the boom shake regular
Five bad boys, honey no, we don't quit til we hit
The rebound sound with a kick
So come on everybody, everybody in tune
As I boomshake n' rock a body
Gimme room
Clap your hands
Stamp your feet
Push it in, pull it out to the beat
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
From LBV10000 ([email protected])

song performed by by Five
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Respectable Street

Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now they talk about absorption,
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters,
As they speak of child prevention,
And immaculate receptions on their portable,
Sony entertainment centres.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now she speak about diseases,
And which proposition pleases best her old man,
Avon lady fills the creases,
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans,
That never move from their front gardens.
It's in the order of their hedgerows,
It's in the way their curtains open and close,
It's in the look they give you down their nose,
All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose.
Sunday church and they look fetching,
Saturday night saw him stretching over our fence,
Bang the wall for me to turn down,
I can see them with their stern frown,
As they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street

song performed by by Xtc
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Back Door Man

Im every man here in disguise
Lie cheat and give you a spoonful of lies
Im a high toned mother with an axe to grind
Come a little closer honey, see what you find
Your worst nightmares all rolled in one
Ill find you sure as the rising sun
Dont make a noise its understood
cos this aint no story like red riding hood
Im your back door man, Im your back door man oh yeah
Im your back door man, come on babe, and Ill take you where I can
Systematically I choose at will
But with you theres an obscene thrill
Its funny now how you cant say no
Its the smell of fear that you love so
Im your back door man, Im your back door man, oh yeah,
Im your back door man baby, just take it where you can
This first kiss has a touch of ice
Now hows that feel, it aint so nice
Blackhearted mamma Ive something new
Oh lord look what Ive turned into
[instrumental]
Im your back door man, Im your back door man
Im your back door man, Im your back door man

song performed by by Ufo
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The Spirit Of Lust

I thought you were history when,
I heard the slam at the door!
But like the tale of two obsessions in love,
We are like the musical chairs on this love.

My son is for the sun and your mum is for the moon,
But i thought you were history when i heard the slam at the door!
And if only tears were laughter,
Then, i will be able to take you along to paradise.

I am dumped without a clue to use the glue,
But the Spirit of Satan is like the spirit of lust;
And if only the nights were days,
Then, i would be able to see your face better.

You came and took my heart away!
But if only distances were closer,
Then, i could have crossed over to meet you;
However, the Spirit of Satan is like the spirit of lust.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Escape

{b-side of glam slam}
Snare drum pounds on the 2 and 4
All the party people get on the floor
All the party people get on the floor
Bass
Glam slam (glam slam)
Escape!
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape!
15 minutes aint long enough
To be out your mind in a world so tough
If u wanna escape and truly be
All the crack in compton wont set u free
Come on
Glam slam (slammin)
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape!
U got to be yourself, you gotta be aware
Cuz the ganster - man, he dont give a care
Whether u live, or whether u die
Glam slam escape, gotta give it a try
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam (slammin)
Escape!
(party baby) (party baby)
(party baby) (party baby)
(party baby) (party baby)
(where did I hear that before? )
(party baby) (party baby)
Glam slam
Escape!
Everybody trippin on the party bass
However higher u get, is a matter of taste
(party baby) (party baby)
Winner takes all in the hardest race
Dont get on the scale if u aint got the weight
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Say
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Come on
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Yeah
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
One more
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Escape!
Glam slam
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape !

song performed by by Prince
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The Door Of The House Of My Ancestors

this morning i am
confronted with an old door
of the old house of my
ancestors,

the rust that eats the hinges
finally frees the door
at last!

it was enslaved by the haunting
sounds of the sudden
slam

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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What Do You Do I Ask

(5/4/12)

What do you do when you feel all hope is gone
And hanging by a thread you linger on.
What do you do when you take three steps forward
And eight steps back, and in life you're always under attack.

What do you do when you have door after door
Slam in your face, and to hide - there is no place.
What do you do when your loved ones have lost faith in you
And you don't know what to do.

What do you do when you pray every day
And the answers don't come your way.

Is this really the time to give up hope
When all your life you learned to cope.
Your dreams don't come when you want
And may never come at all
And to the ground they may fall.

Your dreams may not be what GOD has intended
But in your life, your dreams may be ended.
There may be another path that he wants you to travel
And his answers will all unravel.

Your life is not lived just for yourself
You must touch everyone else.
We are surrounded by millions of people
And each life touching another
And giving hope to so many others.

We can not see what he has in store
But we live with faith as we open the new door.
The door may be something that we don't expect
And it will make our lives better yet.
So open the door and let that radiating light shine through
For this is the light and path that belongs to you.

poem by Louis Rams
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Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose.

quote by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
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Glam Slam

This thing we got - its alive!
It seems 2 transcend the physical
One touch and Im satisfied
Must be a dream its so magical
Chorus
Glam slam thank u maam
U really make my day
Glam slam thank u maam
I pray u always stay
I know I hold u 2 tight
But I just cant seem 2 get close enough (I want to hold u)
I want 2 hold u every night
Im so horny and ure the star
Chorus
Heavy feather, flicka nipple
Baby scam water ripple
I dont understand
It means I love u
Come a butterfly straight on your skin
U go 4 me and I come again
Glam slam, thank u maam
Sun is risen, moon is gone
Soda fizzin on the lawn
Come a butterfly straight on your skin
Glam slam
Glam slam, thank u maam
U really make my day
This thing we got - its alive!
It seems 2 transcend the physical
One touch and Im satisfied (ooh, baby)
Must be a dream its so magical
Chorus
Glam slam
U will always stay
U will always stay
Its all right, its ok

song performed by by Prince
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SLAM!

Right is yours, demonstrate (demonstrate)
Smoking to suffocate (suffocate)
Carnival they got my body (they got my body)
Nothing to compensate (compensate)
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cause the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus:]
Slaaaaaam!
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slaaaaam!
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Cryptical is my place (is my place)
Rebellions of a race (of a race)
Carnival they got my body (they got my body)
I can run, they can chase (they can chase)
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cause the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus]
Parisites crawl inside you
Let them come take over you
Feel them run inside of you
I bet that day will break you
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cuz the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus: x2]

song performed by by Zug Izland
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Tell Me What You Want

I've been wasting my time
I am losing my mind
My head's on the floor forevermore
I have given you all
All that I had
But with a slam of a door
You've driven me mad
Now I'm sad
Chorus:
Tell me what you want (4x)
You have taken it all
All of my love
Unrelenting you told
You told me a lie, so I can cry
There aren't words for it all
All that I feel
With the palm of you hand
You pushed me for real
Now what's the deal
Chorus:
Tell me what you want (4x)
Tell me now,
I'm wishing to God you're gonna say you miss me
Tell me now,
I'm crossing my fingers that you say you're gonna kiss me
Oooo tell me now,
I'm wishing to God you're gonna say you miss me
Tell me now,
I've got my fingers crossed you'll kiss me one more time
So I can say I ain't been wasting my time
I am losing my mind
My head's on the floor, for evermore
I have given you all
All that I had
But with a slam of a door
You've driven me mad
Now I'm sad
Chorus:
Tell me what you want (4x)
I need you so bad
You've got to tell me, tell me what you want.....

song performed by by Zebra
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Slam

Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Well heres another one (what!)
In the gutter one (what!)
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that Im cheating.
Now everyone wanna sound (ya) grimey (yeah)
Im gonna show you how come on (all and together now!)
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
Yeah!
Thats how we gotta be
So stop trying to beat loud as me cause you cant do that
Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on rikers isle
Pumping up a tremple and didnt like his
Criminal lickin buck my eye,
Oh my God Im so high
Just they say a rodney say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children slam! slam!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Im the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (ooohh)
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing (aaahh)
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like jekly and hyde of corse
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult-erated, un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! you forgot, youre not ready
Youre head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
Im the plonic sonic
Uh rule with the bads guys
The villian (juu), crooks (uuu), hot midas in confide us
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, its graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because its kept all mastic
Directin it, when yall least expected it
And thought it was safe - onyx hit you in the face so,
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
(sticky fingaz)
Im a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (sonsee: and still undisputed!!)
He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
Ive paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And im.... so confused
Umm, excuse me, for example
Im the inspiration, for a whole generation
And unless you got 10 sssssticky fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
Im not watered down so Im dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just slam!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam!

song performed by by Onyx
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Behind Closed Doors.

Miss Bundlestun watches the man
Next door go down the path to his
Car open the door climb in slam the
Door look up at her and give her an
Up you gesture with his middle finger
Then drive off. She lets the curtains
Fall back in place wondering if the
Gesture was for real or just a signal of
The common lot seen too often in the
Streets below even by the young who
Pass her by with gestures of the fingers
Or spew of tongue. He plays jazz on his
Hifi loud not quite to her taste and she
Often bangs on his door and shouts her
Complaints of noise or rowdiness from
Parties held all night. Her mother says
Nothing but sits silent in her dull armchair.
There is a clinging smell of decay in the air.
She denies the factor of her mother’s death.
She sits and talks or reads the news to her
Mother’s corpse dressed in last month’s cloth
And wasting skin. She thinks her mother (as she
Used to be) resides biting her tongue within.

poem by Terry Collett
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