I like to sneak in under the radar. I don't have any paparazzi following me or have to deal with that stuff. I'm never in the tabloids. I prefer that.
quote by Rob Schneider
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Radar For Love
Passion fire runnin through my veins
Get a little bit of love and I go insane
I may talk big, baby, I dont lie
Ooh the guys dont know but the girls know why
Ooh girls know why, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar for love, ooh yeah
When you feel so hot that you cant hold still
And you dont know how youre gonna get your fill
Send an s.o.s. baby, Im your man
If I dont make good baby no one can
Oh no one can, whoo oh
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, come on
Get down and get to it
I know you can do it, oh, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar, radar for love, oh
Yeah, ooh yeah, one more time
Get down, ooh get down, get down, oh, oh, oh
Radar for love, radar for love
Ive got radar for love
Radar, ooh baby, baby
Radar for love, radar for love
Radar for love, n-n-n-n-now, radar for love, come on
Radar, ooh, radar, ooh yeah
Radar, oh, radar, oh yeah, radar, oh yeah
Radar for love, radar, come on, radar, ha, radar, radar
S.o.s, radar, radar, get the message, sugar, radar, radar for love
song performed by by Kiss
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Paparazzi
Paparazzi, cant make the man.
Paparazzi, cant break the man.
Next to the transit lounge
See the paparazzi tears.
No-one came in today
From boston or tangiers.
And in departures ---
Only faceless trippers trip,
Loaded with duty free
Held in white knuckle grip.
Snap it up, flash away ---
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type ---
The news is running late tonight.
Be-decked with nikon necklaces
Hear the paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk
The famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there
But no-one stops to look.
Theyve got their crayons out
To colour in the book.
Snap it up, flash away ---
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type ---
Paparazzi wont be home tonight.
Paparazzi --- write it down.
Paparazzi --- turn it around.
Paparazzi --- take it, fake it,
Break it.
'cos its a story.
Now someones cut the lines
Communications down.
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surround
And jab their fingers at me.
They kiss but I cant tell.
Even poor paparazzi
Must have privacy as well.
Snap it up, flash away ---
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type ---
The news is running late tonight.
Snap it up, flash away ---
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type ---
Paparazzi wont be home tonight.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Well no, I think we won't have that problem but as far as paparazzi I'm speaking, I will deal with that.
quote by Brandon Routh
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Sneak a Little Lick
Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Every single piece of it!
You can...
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And...
Destiny!
But don't...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Leap up and down behind the scenes.
Screaming about your future,
And destiny!
If that's your wish...
To pick it up to ditch!
But,
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you,
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't...just...
Fuzzy up and cuddle on a peach.
Or sneak up peeping,
When you should be eating!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Leap up and down,
If that's your wish.
But that peach found,
Might be your gift.
So pick it up and eat it!
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave.
Don't you...
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
Don't,
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick.
Sneak a little lick,
Then leave!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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It's really easy to avoid the tabloids. You just live your life and don't hang out with famous people who are in the tabloids. Don't do anything controversial and be a normal person. Have friends. And get a job and keep working.
quote by Amanda Seyfried
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Now I feel I have an unspoken deal with the paparazzi: ""I won't do anything publicly interesting if you agree not to follow me.""
quote by Matt Damon
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Luv Your Stuff
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
Everytime I get restless, I see my hand knockin on your door
And everytime Im in a fix baby, I start actin like I need you more
Well Ive been lookin for someone to talk to
And Ive been searchin for a better way
And Ive been runnin all over town, girl
Ive been lookin each and every way, yeah
But you got somethin special
And Im bein on the level with you
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), mmm, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), at five oclock in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), still cant get enough
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
Livin like a fool in flames
You know that I been usin you, girl
And Im the one to blame
But babe, I got my cupboards all stocked and ready
What you get girl, is what you see
And youve been lookin inside my head now
And you got your arms wrapped around me, mmm
I got no thing for our candy
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), send the bill in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), get busy
I got no sense of reason, I know I gotta make a deal
Its all comin down to somethin baby, its tellin me I got to get real, huh
I got my senses in a tuft, Im all mixed up, my temperatures starting to rise
And I cant seem to stay away from you, girl, I think its more than we realized, yeah
Wont you look what its doin
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), Ill pay the price in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
song performed by by April Wine
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radars broken...by Talile Ali
havin these feelings
thinkin it's real
so is the woman
its the real deal
a lot on her platter
just found her son
husbands a bit reckless
don't know how it begun
i felt like it was love at first sight
but it may've been something just ain't right
my radar must be broken
i'm always in a mess
and when i am being honest
it just destroys the rest
the truth they say is good
but it seems to fall behind
devastation and destruction
and i don't think thats kind
some ones having fun and it ain't me
why the momma have to hit on me
my radar must be broken
cause i am in a mess
the daughter is all upset
mom wish i didn't confess
but i saw it so simple
just bring it in the light
we'd sit and talk about it
until we got it right
but that was just an illusion to this soul
it will take a lot more than talk to make this whole
poem by Talile Ali
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Wellcome
Tabloids, Henry Wellcome often said,
are better than a liquid or a powder;
by tabloids he meant not material read
in broadsheets, or the gutter press that’s louder
than New York Times or NPR, but pills
we tend to take unless we need injections
to get relief from all the pains and ills
that tickle tabloids’ major predilections.
Inspired by an article on the exhibition of the collection of medical memorabilia gathered by Henry Wellcome, exhibited at the Wellcome Collection at 183 Euston Road, London (Ed Rothstein, New York Times,1/29/08 ('One Man's Jigsaw Puzzle, Capturing an Odd Word') ,
1/29/08
poem by Gershon Hepner
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Queen Of The Tabloids
Chorus:
Im the queen of the sleazy tabloids
I rule the trashy kingdom
Like lady di they make sure I am never left alone
Papparazzi and reporters stalk me from the shadows
Making sure to kepp my royal assetts on my throne
Oh they talk about the lovers
That I keep undercover
And I wish that I was as much fun
As they have you believe
Just like alec baldwin
Id love to whack em all one
But instead Ill wait and see
Who I am sleepin with next week
Im the queen of the sleazy tabloids
And I rule the trashy kingdom
But the rumors raise my cue score
And pay for my big home
I guess I augt to sue them
But instead I guess Ill use them
To keep me in the spotlight
And keep me on my throne
Cause Im the queen of the sleazy tabloids
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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The Victim In Me
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
I know what I'd do put in the position.
I know how I would do it.
Reading minds.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Coordinating the attack.
Knowing they won't be able to do jack.
How I love the powerless.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Can feel the desperation.
Can you see the celebration.
The joyous occasion of misery.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
On the retreat.
A sign of defeat.
Isn't it neat.
The blood flows right beneath your feet.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
It's never easy for a king to capture his throne.
Be careful of mercy.
Be you not considered weak.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
One taste of sweet victory and theirs no going back.
The brutality of ambition.
Look at all the heads of your enemies.
Piked all over your kingdom for all too see.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Tears fall upon their deaths.
Jeers and cheers fall upon their deaths.
Rage fills some.
Others completely fall apart.
A sickness that cause them to come undone.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
On the radar again.
Scope it out.
Stealth to the extreme.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Oh how their is a victim in me.
Or these thing I would not be able see.
A fortune teller be.
A march right in the midst of destiny.
The wounded are so plenty.
They are always so plenty.
And one is me.
Oh yes one is me.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Politicians are there to try to deal with stuff, but sometimes it's both fortunate and unfortunate that people like us have more... not involvement, but more power in the stuff that we say.
quote by Thierry Henry
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To Speak Or Not To Speak?
social contexts
public blunders
entrapment potentials
contrast expectations
when I've said too much!
with I haven't said enough!
context carefully consider this?
explore image fixation artists
spaz set in spotlight comments...
love primary paradoxes
mystery more is less
pulling potent stories
picture portrait contrast
sitting lost in shadow corners
paparazzi media out of sight
genuine personality private
versus intense public spotlight
interior exterior dialogues...
speaker is actually famous
trendy celebrity performer face
caught pants down or on red carpet
paparazzi blitz frames in spotlight
is literal versus unknown in public
metaphor for unknown unseen out about
paparazzi nose tease pout delivers
six degrees of celebrity connections
paparazzi pride dissects best tidbits...
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Can You Deal With It?
(words and music: duran duran)
There must be somebody
Wholl make love to me.
Blow the rules away
And trash these yesterdays.
Live in simpathy
Use psychology.
To find the twist in me (ah-ha)
Can you deal with it?
Recent enquiry
Showed now boundry.
Loves the only way
Can you handle it?
Can you deal with it? (oowa)
Can you deal with it?
Can you deal with it? (oowa)
Can you deal with it?
Can you deal with it?
When you aint sorry? (can you deal with it? )
For all that you appologise (can you deal with it? )
Working up to something,
I know youre up to something...
Yeahhhh...
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to happen)
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to get me up)
Say you deal with it? (but nothing never happens)
Can you deal with it? (cos nothings ever good enough)
Say you deal with it?
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to happen)
Can you deal with it? (somethings got to get me up)
Say you deal with it? (but nothings gonna happen)
Can you deal with it? (cos nothings ever good enough)
Say you deal with it?
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Pumpin' With A Thumpin
You can take a look.
And take that look away.
But my eyes are opened wide...
Fixed on you,
Like a radar.
You can take a sneak peek.
But on you my eyes stay...
Feeling myself getting weak,
Seeing you cross the street...
At a traffic stop!
You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.
Since the pumpin' with a thumpin'...
Has already begun to start.
You've got the key to unlock my heart.
Or whatever is left from you melting it.
You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.
You've got,
My heart...
Pumpin' with a thumpin',
And my eyes already popped.
Jaw drops.
Traffic stops.
And I can't believe my eyes,
Wide opened and popped.
And I am fixed on you,
Like a radar.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Possibilities
I prefer movies.
I prefer cats.
I prefer the oaks along the Warta.
I prefer Dickens to Dostoyevsky.
I prefer myself liking people
to myself loving mankind.
I prefer keeping a needle and thread on hand, just in case.
I prefer the color green.
I prefer not to maintain
that reason is to blame for everything.
I prefer exceptions.
I prefer to leave early.
I prefer talking to doctors about something else.
I prefer the old fine-lined illustrations.
I prefer the absurdity of writing poems
to the absurdity of not writing poems.
I prefer, where love's concerned, nonspecific anniversaries
that can be celebrated every day.
I prefer moralists
who promise me nothing.
I prefer cunning kindness to the over-trustful kind.
I prefer the earth in civvies.
I prefer conquered to conquering countries.
I prefer having some reservations.
I prefer the hell of chaos to the hell of order.
I prefer Grimms' fairy tales to the newspapers' front pages.
I prefer leaves without flowers to flowers without leaves.
I prefer dogs with uncropped tails.
I prefer light eyes, since mine are dark.
I prefer desk drawers.
I prefer many things that I haven't mentioned here
to many things I've also left unsaid.
I prefer zeroes on the loose
to those lined up behind a cipher.
I prefer the time of insects to the time of stars.
I prefer to knock on wood.
I prefer not to ask how much longer and when.
I prefer keeping in mind even the possibility
that existence has its own reason for being.
poem by Wislawa Szymborska
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Paparazzi Picking Orders
paparazzi photographers
stock photo shoot images
mosquito pest stalkers
celeb watchers
photo paid photographers
media admirers
paparazzi photographers
check mated by stalkers
dime celebrities wannabies
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Underneath The Radar
Unknown
Unseen
We live underneath the radar
No sign - on screen
We dance underneath the radar
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
We speak
Unheard
Like ants we dance between the towers
We sleep
They move
Come sailin over the horizon
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
(so get hip!)
He says I am the doctor -
In a b-52
I come across the horizon -
Drop my love on you
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all - watch out!
Im gonna w-o-o-o-o-o ya all
See ya later!
See ya later - see ya later
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
Hip-a-no-no-no-no
See ya later - call me
Between the walls - well hey
Were just too small to make a fuss about it
Did something fall? well hey
What is the point in losin sleep about it?
We dance underneath the radar
We live underneath the bomb
When you live underneath the radar
Theres no way that youre ever gonna get far
So get hip!
(all the best)
song performed by by Underworld
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So you have to just be really careful and make sure that when a deal comes along, that it's like the right deal for you... not necessarily the most money, because you have to pay the record label that back in like record sales and stuff.
A sobering spirit in Lagen
Can be heard swearing 'Starving's a bargain!
But enough is enough
(Stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff, stuff) .'
Then retreats, hunting bargains again.
quote by by Douglas Scotney
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