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A Little Bit of Terrificness

A little bit of terrificness...
Came to sit,
In my mind.
Then familiar with drifting...
With a feeling I could not resist!
Coming as it did within me,
To exist.
And helped me rid myself,
Of comfortable useless habits.
Denied but often hidden and felt!

And with this,
My mind has been lifted.
To define the time used now spent...
In a joy found,
That stays and hangs around!

Unconfined from having thoughts
Of seeking addicted stale deceptions brought!
And placed on my path...
From a past unconsciousnessly I sought!

With a little bit of terrificness,
Coming to visit with gifts to assist...
A further uplifting of my sustained happiness!
I have quit attractions 'misfits' teased and picked.
And it feels good from them to split.

Each day I anticipate,
Awaiting to be dazzled!
No longer dazed and frazzled...
With this 'terrificness'
That suits me well!
And propels me to heights that fit!

'Glory be to The Father...
And to the Sun! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The One Who Decides

There is no fight for terrificness,
With votes to split...
To see who sits on thrones.
No panel of judges,
Or audience call-ins...
To pick who is the best of all!

When a writer is alone,
And inspiration begins to creep...
There is no sleeping!
Maybe some weeping!
Perhaps some frustration...
From attempts to produce a creation!

But when a writer is alone,
And a thought becomes complete...
The ultimate winner is you the reader.
The one who decides,
If the message delivered...
Is one to criticize.
Or if the writer wants what's read...
To be taken to depths,
Inside one's head!

There is no fight for terrificness,
With votes to split...
To see who sits on thrones.
No panel of judges,
Or audience call-ins...
To pick who is the best of all!

The one who decides,
If the message delivered...
Is one to criticize.
Or one that makes the shivering inside...
Going below surfaces,
Unexpected and undenied.
That would be 'you' the reader...
The one who decides to take it deeper!
Giving the writer a purpose to keep,
You...
The reader,
Either laughing...
Or weeping!
With creations,
That give you creeps!

BOO! !

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Sensations

I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one,
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.

I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation is bliss.
Especially when time is not mine to define!

I am here to accomplish.
I am here to succeed.
I am not here to stunt my growth...
Like some I see drifting,
As if tumbleweeds!

Always 'here' it appears.
And my purpose is clear,
As I reach to do my best!
Feeling blessed and tested,
On the path I walk...
Sometimes I am faulted,
But never do I think to halt!
Or rest,
To contemplate burdens,
Laid upon my chest!

I am always 'here'...
Like the consciousness,
Keeping me aware!
With a vision clear.
I am not one...
Teased by temptations that come.
To select fast exits.
Or seeking just fun!
Like the choice made by some.
Those who find they must stay on the run!

I am not that kind...
To take for granted my 'gifts'
The ones that God has blessed me with!
To be part of this creation...
Is my bliss,
That anoints me with sensations that fit!
With an understanding,
Of why I am allowed to be here.
To exist as I do...
Knowing the 'who' of me like this!
And with God beside me,
To assist me through!
Being here in the now...
Is the mood I choose!

I am always 'here'...
With God close to me near!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Do Not Resist

At nighttime I have found my mind,
Can not unwind.
You've got my insight on a hold...
All thoughts I've left behind.

And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do...
Because of you it's true.

A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.

I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.

A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.
And...
I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.

And I know you're not the kind,
To try to probe and define me.
And feeling good I surely do.
Because of you it's true.

A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.

I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.

A taste I want a little bit...
Of it.
Yes.
A taste I want a little bit,
But I am not a quitter.

I know I'll try to get as much of it,
As I can get.
Oh I know I am persistent...
And it's to your benefit.

Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!
Oh I know I am persistent...
And from me you can't resist!

I know I am persistent!

You can not resist.

I know I am persistent!

You can not resist.

A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.
A taste I want a little bit.
Please do not resist.

I know I am persistent!

You can not resist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Addicted

Addicted to your lies
Addicted to my cries

I love to feel the pain
I loved to be insane

Forget about you no longer have me
I am in a visible light of glory

I am no longer caught in your lies
Today I am stronger with all my light

Love is so much more than you will no
Feeling sorry for myself, no this is no more

Walking and feeling sun against my skin
Enjoying your gifts and forgiving my sin..

I never felt a higher high.
I never felt so much inspiration in my life

Today is amazing I look at the beautiful skies
Today is amazing....................

Addicted to your lies
Addicted to my cries

I love to feel the pain
I loved to be insane

But this was Yesterday....................

poem by Sita Cabrera
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Enough For Us to Know

You magnify more than just love in my mind.
I can not define it!
And to say it is love alone...
Seems so limiting.

You bring to me a radiance and glow.
Only my heart feels it without description.
In my head my mind has you there all the time.
I envision us in a togetherness.
A completeness felt,
Others say they can not find.

A void of emptiness I had experienced is gone.

You magnify more than just love in my mind.
I can not define it!
And I waste no time...
Trying to understand why it is you that comes,
To occupy my life like this...
With an easiness for me to welcome.

You bring to me a radiance and glow.
Only my heart feels it without description.
In my head my mind has you there all the time.
I envision us in a togetherness.
A completeness felt,
Others say they can not find.

And I am left feeling happiness for us.
In a devoted loyality...
I neither doubt or question.
Or confuse with lust.

To have such a blessing bestowed...
Is enough for us to know and trust.
As it within us,
Seems to nurture and grow.

Glowing and showing it...
As it grows to glow.
With you and I alone knowing,
What it is that is there to love.
And we are in it to give and receive.
That is all I know we have and can believe.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Clint Eastwood. Ed Case Refix

Bu-whoa!
Dis da man you call Sweet alongside a man called Ed Case
Wit da Gorillaz
The refix
Can I See It
Na na na alright
Na na na oh
It's a bigger o'ting - cha!
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless,but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
Ah ah ah ah
Give 'em some ah ah
Ah ah ah ah
Bigger oh ah ah
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
(?)
Tell me cos I'm oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
(?) On the dance floor
Oh!
Come on... we're makin' money
Oh!
(?) Talks to me funny
Oh!
(?)
(?)
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
Music is from the street
Designed to make you move your feet and
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
And then on... and then on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on...
It's a bigger o'ting - cha!
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
Music is from the street
Designed to make you move your feet and
Feel my emotion
Feel my emotion
And then on... and then on
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Oh!
(?)
Off with ya clothes with the cure
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine, in a bag
I'm useless, but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on
It's coming on

song performed by by Gorillaz
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Those Kind of Troubles

Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.

I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.

Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
I have everything more to live for clearly.
From mistakes made I have said good riddance.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.

Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.

I have no reason to solicit and sit,
With complaints daily made...
Coming to deliver and dropp unhappiness.
And there's nothing more to say I can add to this.

Yes,
I know God has lifted me and blessed my...
Past!
With an abundance of insight I'm glad now to have.

I feel right now so glad I do.
I thought I would be sad.
And that is true.
Until I let go to let God,
Work within me to undo...
Those heartaches,
With the ups and downs...
I found easily to find,
To disturb my mind!
Released I feel and happy at last.
I've removed from my life,
That which has been trashed.

Each day I feel a bit stronger.
Each day I can go longer...
To distance myself from an impatience,
That made me sick.
And in recent days I can say,
Those kind of troubles of mine...
Have now gone away.
All of that seems to not exist.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mentally Blocked and Forgotten

Mandatory awakenings,
Are eclipsing on the horizon.
Fading fast are thoughts from the past...
And a firm grasp on delusions,
Slip from grips
To be tossed like trash.

Minds are being lifted,
To insights before unknown!
And many will find themselves left behind...
Trying to define their identities,
When enlightenment is all
Those shown will condone!

Leaving concepts no longer existing...
And those resisting feeling quite alone!
Mentally blocked and forgotten.
Roaming the Earth as useless drones.
With no food for thought to share...
Yet providing Vultures an assortment,
Of picked over bones
Once buried deep in despair.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Should I Lift My Eyes

Ride with guilt?
Sit harnessed to remorse?
Take a backseat to happiness,
And choose a more abusing course?
Gamble a peace of mind...
To share grief,
It took years to leave?
Me?
Should I settle for disappointments,
From others who feel...
My 'gifts' they annointed?
And I am not in praise,
To elevated their dazed crazed ways?
OR...
Should I lift my eyes with gratitude?
And thank God my life...
Hasn't been spent infighting with them,
In a dare not to split...
Someone's flapping lips.
Or have found myself by now a stowaway,
Aboard a cruising ship that drifts!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Without the Expense of Therapy

I'm not this or that.
Or drive a Cadillac.
In fact...
I don't have a car at all.
And with the price of gas...
I'd rather sit on my,
Memories.

When I filled up my car.
And drove where I pleased!
To visit 'friends'.
Or just to witness different sceneries.
I did not do that...
To take for granted,
Where my life 'then' sat!

There is nothing like being aware...
Of having nothing valued,
That others care to share!

I don't have 'bling' or other things to impress.
From your point of view...
I have nothing to keep,
Anyone's interest!

And that suits me fine.
Since I do have peace of mind.
Unlimited.
And not one dime did I spend to get it!
Nor will you find me...
Wallowing in pity.
Because I have nothing you value.
To strut and flaunt upon the streets,
Of big cities.

Or belong to a clique.
You are doing your best,
To share fading pretentions with!
I never felt comfortable passing judgements.
Not the kind I am sure someday you will miss.

And every step I take...
Not one is placed,
As I look around...
Seeking to find anyone familiar,
To approve with explanation...
A way of life I find just fine.
And...
I might add,
Without the expense of therapy!

Am I touching upon a subject,
Too close that invokes a sensitivity?

You'll get over my provoking!
And the stroking of those jokes.
I am not one to enjoy...
That kind of teasing you employed!
You seem to have too much on your mind...
To define in these times.

Oh...
I did hear a rumor.
Psychologists have lowered their prices!
It seems this is their season.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Someone In My Bed

He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
You're always on my mind
I wouldn't call it love
But when we're in the club
We always move in time
And when it gets too much
I hurry home and rush
Wanna see me through the walls
Wanna slide through the floor
And my bed is calling
Blush, as my conscience starts to tell
When i'm going up the stairs
It can't wait 'till morning
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Now it's about the time
Undressing with a sign
That later you'll be mine
We're caught into a vibe
With dirty thoughts that crosses over the stop sign
It's crazy that I feel
Confused it's so surreal
What's happening to me?
One touch and i'm just there
And i'm coming down the stairs
Bragging cos he made me go
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Late at night your eyes on me (ooh)
I know you like what you can't see (ooh)
Face to face along we breathe (oooh)
I can't see what's on your mind (ooh)
Moving slowly down my thigh (ooh)
And the thought just makes me (oooooh)
It feels divine
Ooh there's something on my (who)
Is moving on my (who)
I think i'm gonna ooh ooh ooh ooh
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
Ooh there's someone in my bed
Must be something that I said
And it must of been good
(Let me hear you say)
Ooh there's something on my mind
Don't know what I don't know why
But it must of been rude
(Feeling good today)
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it
He's got me sick
Wanna get it
I can't help it
I just need it

song performed by by Sugababes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Haunting Ride

Riding alone along a path
that runs parallel, north and south
Alongside the Lehigh River
I became acutely aware
of the beautiful surroundings
As they sped pass me on both sides.
As I pedaled along, the ghosts
of yesteryears took possession
of my mind and began to speak
in unspoken telepathy.
'you picked wildflowers on this path;
remember the white campions
you picked for your girlfriend Alice?
And coming up on your right, there!
that very large sycamore tree
where you once climbed it, showing off
for Alice, fell and broke your arm.
Remember? Sure you do, Albee.
And there! Coming up on your left
that special place near that cove,
remember what took place in there?
You both lost your virginity.
Remember the disappointment
the two of you felt afterwards? '
Near the completion of the ride
the phantoms relinquished my thoughts
and all those recent memories
vanished until some later day.

poem by Albert Ahearn
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I Wonder What The Trees Think

Do you see that tree,
With the branches reaching?
Think of them as nerves...
Coming from the Earth.
Are they feeling?
Do they sense like you and I?
Or are they here to assist us to breathe?
If they did not exist...
Would your life on this Earth be useless?

I wonder what the trees think,
About our selfish ways!
And they stay as they are...
Basically providing us life.
Tolerating their destruction,
As they sit watching us in conflict.

Without a hug or a visit from us,
As we sit and cuss our existence.
With neither acknowledgement,
Or an expression of our appreciation.
I wonder what the trees think,
About our selfish ways!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Coming Thoughts

Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something possibly untold
Is it hard to find?

Coming from the tip of my tongue
My face starts to express
From many random thoughts
Some different from the rest.

Coming from my mouth
Thoughts from there are spoken
No more hurt do I feel
No more am I broken.

Coming from my head
Running through my mind
Something clearly understood
My thoughts-one of a kind!

poem by Bethany Colman
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Flawed By Deceptive Appearances

They are well disciplined.
They appear to be happy and healthy.
They are ambitious...
With wishes to enjoy life.
They are determined and respectful.
They have a graciousness,
That appears upon their collective faces.
The cities are clean and progressive.
The infrastructures of them all...
Far exceed expectations.

'Yeah...
But they are socialists.
Deprived of the joys of democratic rule.
Look around!
Who in their right mind,
Would not envy our quality of life?
At least...
That is what I've been told.
And how they live,
Is a 3rd world existence...
Flawed by deceptive appearances.
And it is clear their terrificness has been staged.
Who are they trying to impress?

WE have rehabilitation centers across the land.
With two million people sentenced,
To have their minds restored!
To reflect our great society.
THEY can not top that!
AND they get free cable and meals three times a day!
That's how great and humanitarian we are!
And...
They can NOT top 'that'!
And we, at least...
Can do as we please.
When and where we choose.
In a manner in which WE select!
AND...
Trying to top that,
Brings them much regret.
And I know that to be true...
Because that is what I have been told! '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Chronicles Of A Day Stranded In Nature Part 5 Resist Even Out Here

Resist... resist with all my strength
Sometimes i find it hard to resist
I find myself thinking thoughts not be thought
It seems that to not think in this way makes my mind twist
This battle has been fought
Many times before
Yet the thoughts that are there to abhor
Not to surrender to... they're pleasurable O
As i grind my toes inside my shoe
And steady my jaw I resist the urge
And thoughts of the other... I wish to purge
These thoughts of any candidate for my wife
The one with which i spend my life
I must resist even when I rest
And I cannot let my guard down even after a hard test
They plague and pervade my mind
Though I like these thoughts... I still must find
Some peace from them, because for me they
Often are evil... how fey
Resist...resist... with all my mind

poem by David Knox
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You Feel a Sense of Worthlessness

If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.
Taken for granted and has seduced...you,
Into shameless needing!
Like an appendage depended upon.

And you?
You try not to feel lost without them!
But you lay craving their use.
Feeling useless.
You can not do without them.
They are attached like a habit.
Like a muscle flexed.

They grow on you to affix themselves.
Like a missing leech recognized when absent.
However...
These taxing blood suckers have no feeling for you at all.
They are just things!
Things.
Things.
And yet those things...
They stay on your mind!
On your mind they stay.
And yet...those things?
If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
Would you recognize yourself,
Without them?

Who are you anyway?
Do you know?
Have you cared to know?

If those 'things' did not exist,
Would you still be who you are?
They have given you a sense of status.
And without them,
You feel a sense of worthlessness.
And you have paid a price to have them.
Even when they must be taken away...
They seem to stale with the commonplace of their use.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hot Topic

Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?

Thoughts are sinking deeper!
That's why there is no quick lip dance.
Your words encourage minds to be enhanced.
And unexpected as that seems...
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!

Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Something profound has landed and grounded,
That's why we sit dumbfounded by it!

It is not about sex or those that are whores.
It's not about conflicts or those existing wars.
It's not about the gossip whispered all over town!
This is about humanity,
And that's why this silence has been found!

We seem to always criticize,
How someone wears their shoes.
How someone does what is done...
And whose blues they choose to further abuse..

We want to hold others accountable,
For what we elect to encounter!
Disliking everything they do that is right...
That keeps us up turning and tossing all night!

Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
And answers aren't there...
At least none on tip of tongues to share.

Why does success of others' happiness,
Leaves so many to despise in despair?
This hot topic has a meaningful theme!
Why can't we support,
Instead of abort others' dreams?

Don't dropp it...
That subject that you picked.
Don't stop it...
Because there is no response,
Coming fast to arrest upon its visit?

We must become aware...
The challenges we face,
And who has placed them there!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Excited Magic

Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
For anyone with firm beliefs,
A philosophy adopted...
Keeps a life on a path free,
Of mental strife.
And living an existence one likes!

Uncluttered by deceptions...
Coming to sweep so many,
Into embittered confrontations.
To leave them drifting 'to and fro'...
With inclinations hidden.
That mask insecurities no one knows.

Perceptions kept,
Remains the 'key'...
To erase wrongs pieced together desperately.
With attempts to fit into a world...
No longer sustaining an excited magic,
Fading from an implementation,
Making less sense as documented.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Strange Pursuit

Intersecting love lines
Drew us closer every day
Always kept your distance
When you felt my presence near you
Love keeps on rolling over
Fly in retreat
I would follow without shame
A stupid spud staggering to the flame
To be had and rehad
Be a victim of the pain
Now its strange, its so strange
Its a strange pursuit
Its a strange pursuit
Its a strange pursuit
I come running like a fatboy
In lead shoes
But like a fatboy
Huff puffing after you
Its hopeless to hope for
The one thing that Im wanting
cause its strange
Its so very strange
Its a strange pursuit
Darling, Im dazzled
But you know Im too frazzled
Its a strange pursuit
Makin my mind up
While it lies in little pieces
Its a strange pursuit
You know its getting tough
When youre getting real rough
Its a strange pursuit
Darling, Im dazzled
But you know Im too frazzled
Its a strange pursuit
Makin my mind up
While it lies in little pieces
It s a strange pursuit

song performed by by Devo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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