It was all men, and there I was prancing around in gowns that barely got past the censors.
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Sexy Baby
Ooh sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always here to look for her every afternoon
Making mental notes, watching her style checking her out
In my mind I see a picture she is being me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my walk like you
Flutter my eyes and rehearse sexy lips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Always try new clothes the same as what she has on
Then I change my hair, I want the same style that she wears
Want the guys to see the women deep inside of me
A sexy lady's what I want to be
Things that I do
I practice my laugh like you
I gloss my lips and gently sway my hips
I'm gonna make a wish, imagine my first kiss
I'll be the way I see you every day
Sexy baby
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Here she comes prancing past me
Everyone stops and stares at her figure, what she wears.
Wonder what makes her so sure
Confident in life and love
I wanna be her
Sexy baby
Here I go prancing past you
What do you do?
You stop and stare at my figure and what I wear
Wonder what makes me so sure
Confident in life and love
I am her
Sexy baby!
song performed by by Tiffany
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I've done Graham Norton's show three times now. He tackles taboos and subject matter that wouldn't make it past the censors in the States.
quote by Kyle MacLachlan
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(Confused Poem) Barely Breathing
Just Barely Breathing.
Where Am I?
How Did I Get Here?
Gone Astray.
Becoming One Of Lords Dismayed.
No More Faith.
Just A Bitter Taste Left With The Lust Of Revenge.
I Don't Think I Can Be Fixed.
I've Been Broken
And My Soul Will Never Be Re-awoken.
No Sense Of Remorse.
That Twist In Your Stomach Just No Longer Affect Me.
Sorrow Is A Waste Of My Time.
Call It Collateral Damage If You Will.
But I'm Still Empty.
Voided Out As Part Of The Past.
But I'm Still Here.
Just Barely Breathing.
Where Am I?
How Did I Get Here?
Like A Zombie Is My Body The Only Part Of Me Still Beating.
Morbidly Angry,
Hate With The Sweetest Embrace.
This Is The Place I Call Home.
Walking A Shadow Of A Past Life All Alone.
Screams Ring Out But No One Is Ever Listening.
Everybody Is Just So Distant.
A Wolf Must Lead The Pack.
But What Happens When The Hes Abandon For The Better
The Stronger
The Faster.
It's In Humanity That We Shelter The Weak.
Just Barely Breathing.
Where Am I?
How Did I Get Here?
Do These Questions Bring Out The Fear.
Does It Scare You When I'm Near.
I'm No Different Then You.
Just Flesh Blood.
My Pain Has Just Disappeared.
Oh How I Miss It.
Like Being Stabbed In Heart I Wish For It.
Every Single Day
And Still I Stand In Silence In The Shadows.
Where I Wont Be Noticed Or Missed.
I'm Waiting For Deaths Deadly Kiss.
Just Barely Breathing.
Where Am I?
How Did I Get Here?
Just Barely Breathing.
Oh Where
Oh Where Am I?
How In The Hell Did I Get Here?
Like I Will Ever Really Know.
This Life Just Goes
Goes On
And On.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Decay to Rust, Dust And Fade
I am not here to compete with dead poets.
Or those with pseudo ambitions,
To foster claims this is what they do.
My depictions are alive,
To represent times lived today.
I wear no mask to imitate,
Those from a past who have passed away.
This is two thousand and twelve!
Not the seventeen hundreds.
Although there are many,
Wishing these times to return.
The landscape today,
Has more censors and critics...
Desiring the past for them will stay.
But even today will decay to rust, dust and fade.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Fiddler
There's a fiddler in the street,
And the children all are dancing:
Two dozen lightsome feet
Springing and prancing.
Pleasure he gives to you,
Dance then, and spare not!
For the poor fiddler's due,
Know not and care not.
While you are prancing,
Let the fiddler play.
When you're tired of dancing
He may go away.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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This Side Of Game
The world has shrunk.
Have sex in half-black
bipartisan calculations.
Ripping apart,
no body was naked
inside the costume.
I was too wakeful
under the ventilator.
They were killing me methodically.
It was theatrical.
White gowns and blue gowns.
Only miracle was nude.
This was an endless pit.
Young boys had learned
to rape.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Can Hear You
I can hear you by they might be giants. made at the edison laboratories.
I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you
This is a warning
Step away from the car
This car is protected by viper
Guess where I am
Im calling from the plane
Ill call you when I get there
You wont hear a buzz
But Im buzzing you in
Im buzzing you in
Whats your order?
I can super-size that
Please bring your car around
I can hear you
Just barely hear you
I can just barely hear you
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Third Coming
As the apostles expects the second coming
We are the pacesetters
Yearning for the third coming
Our faith is constructed on the third
The sound of janitor's bell
Revive our sinews of hope.
A new dawn is to be borne
When the martial jackboots
Will transmute to flowing gowns
Wait a while
Listen to the monitor's drum beat
Listen to the lyrics
Watch the footsteps
It is neither left nor right
The gowns may not flow
And third coming will be in abyss.
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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The Past Is An Old Man's Poem
The Past is an old man’s poem
And all he was
And all he can never be again
And all the people he loved
No longer here-
And all the times he can barely remember
And never forget
And all the love lost
And all the waste
And all the sadness
And all the joy and the still strong happiness-
The Past is an old man’s poem
Written in his memory
And waiting to be said again and again
While he lives through another day and another night and another memory lost
The past is an old man ‘s poem
And that poem too will be gone before long.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Chorus
Give away her gowns,
Give away her shoes;
She has no more use
For her fragrant gowns;
Take them all down,
Blue, green, blue,
Lilac, pink, blue,
From their padded hangers;
She will dance no more
In her narrow shoes;
Sweep her narrow shoes
From the closet floor.
poem by Edna St. Vincent Millay
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No government ought to be without censors; and where the press is free no one ever will.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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No government ought to be without censors & where the press is free, no one ever will.
quote by Thomas Jefferson
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Barely Hanging On
(paul waaktaar)
I used to be so sensible on my own
Now Im so sensitive its a joke
Im getting by on decibels like a drug
And greet every brand
New day with a shrug
Im barely hanging on
I used to be so comfortable in a suit
Almost presentable next to you
I used to be so confident in a crowd
Now I cant say my own name aloud
Im barely hanging on
And now I guess youre
Wondering why
We never could see eye to eye
Oh but never mind
And now I guess its hard to see
What has gotten into me
Oh but never mind
Im barely hanging on
song performed by by A-Ha
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Barely
When my love complained, every word
A breath on my last dandelion
And so lovers will leave and their tears
Souvenirs for the very first time
I searched the world reluctant
To find a lover enthusiastic
Speak to me barely if at all
When I was a boy, funny things
Water wings kept you confident
A belly of wine, similar
To keep yourself indifferent
And I scraped the bargain basement
Bought a lover less than fantastic
Spoke to me barely if at all
Taste perfume that burns my throat
And I am free of envelope
Squeeze an instant out of me
And she placed a hand between our lips
How could anything be so precious
She kissed me barely if at all
And she, with a hand between our lips
Gave me what we now have in common
She left me barely if at all
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Blow You Away
When my love complained, every word
A breath on my last dandelion
And so lovers will leave and their tears
Souvenirs for the very first time
I searched the world reluctant
To find a lover enthusiastic
Speak to me barely if at all
When I was a boy, funny things
Water wings kept you confident
A belly of wine, similar
To keep yourself indifferent
And I scraped the bargain basement
Bought a lover less than fantastic
Spoke to me barely if at all
Taste perfume it burns my throat
And I am free of envelope
Squeeze an instant out of me
And she placed a hand between our lips
How could anything be so precious
She kissed me barely if at all
And she, with her hand between our lips
Gave me what we now have in common
She left me barely if at all
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Barely If At All
When my love complained, every word
A breath on my last dandelion
And so lovers will leave and their tears
Souvenirs for the very first time
I searched the world reluctant
To find a lover enthusiastic
Speak to me barely if at all
When I was a boy, funny things
Water wings kept you confident
A belly of wine, similar
To keep yourself indifferent
And I scraped the bargain basement
Bought a lover less than fantastic
Spoke to me barely if at all
Taste perfume that burns my throat
And I am free of envelope
Squeeze an instant out of me
And she placed a hand between our lips
How could anything be so precious
She kissed me barely if at all
And she, with her hand between our lips
Gave me what we now have in common
She left me barely if at all
song performed by by Verve Pipe
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Of Tribulation, these are They
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Of Tribulation, these are They,
Denoted by the White—
The Spangled Gowns, a lesser Rank
Of Victors—designate—
All these—did conquer—
But the ones who overcame most times—
Wear nothing commoner than Snow—
No Ornament, but Palms—
Surrender—is a sort unknown—
On this superior soil—
Defeat—an outgrown Anguish—
Remembered, as the Mile
Our panting Ankle barely passed—
When Night devoured the Road—
But we—stood whispering in the House—
And all we said—was "Saved"!
poem by Emily Dickinson
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Blog from Ai Weiwei
Looked at the blog from Ai Weiwei
Go elsewhere the censors say.
Twelve days past the first of May,
Where now do the children lay?
Those that died that dreadful day
The tofu crumbling as they play.
Five autumns now the mothers pray
For bodies buried under Sichuan clay.
Suffer the mothers who daily pay
Tears torn in silent stoic display.
'So sorry' there's no right to disobey.
No rights for a dissident to portray
Wrongs or crimes of authority's decay
Unseen the blogger's censored dossier.
I used to think feminism was a liberating force - now I see many of those people are just censors under a different name.
quote by Lydia Lunch
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T'is dopier to live in dystopia' (an ode to my sister)
My sister.
can't read. nor write.
but she knows not war.
my sister.
don't feed herself right.
yet she don't deal in war.
laughing at blackadder re-runs
recital of the every word
wearing tattered dressing gowns,
is she really that disturbed? ?
my sister. can't read. nor write
her pages scrumpled, ripped,
remain bright white, exempt of blood
my sister, unlike you,
fights off war.
she plays in peace, with adder's, black
dressing down, in her dressing gowns.
in utopia
poem by Eddie Frelford
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