Don't Putter In the Muck
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do,
And put it away!
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Don't putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do...
And put it away!
Don't economize,
Your happiness.
One bit.
Give that up!
Don't apologize,
For an 'is' that 'is'
Don't quit.
OR give that up!
Don't get paralyzed,
When the lies fly.
And you realize
That the lies are all about you!
Just don't,
Putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Just don't,
Putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do...
And put it away!
Just don't,
Putter in the muck too much.
Give that up.
And learn to strut your stuff.
Pack that sad act you do...
And put it away!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Tear It Up
(john burnette, dorsey burnette & paul burlison)
Come on, little baby, lets tear that dance floor up
Come on, little baby, lets tear that dance floor up.
Come on, little mama, let me see you strut your stuff.
Im a leavin, little baby, gonna be gone a long, long time.
Im a leavin, little baby, gonna be gone a long, long time.
Well come on honey and show me a real good time.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby let me see you strut your stuff.
[instrumental verse]
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby let me see you strut your stuff.
Well you step back baby, and you move my way,
Step around again and let me hear you say
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little baby, let me see you strut your stuff.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little mama let me see you strut your stuff.
Tear it up! tear it up!
Tear it up! tear it up!
Come on little mama let me see you strut your stuff.
song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Got To Give It Up
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Tell my mama and tell my pa
That their fine young son didnt get far
He made it to the end of a bottle
Sitting in a sleazy bar
He tried hard but his spirit broke
He tried until he nearly choked
In the end he lost his
Bottle drinking alcohol
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Tell my brother I tried to write and
Put pen to paper but I was frightened
I couldnt seem to get the words out right
Right quite right
Tell my sister Im sinking slow
Now and again I powder my nose
In the end I lost my bottle
It smashed in a casbah
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive been messing with the heavy stuff
For a time I couldnt get enough
But Im waking up and its wearing off
Junk dont take you far
Tell my mama Im coming home
In my youth Im getting older
And I think its lost control
Mama Im coming home
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
Ive got to give it up Ive got to give it up
That stuff
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Tough Love
You're stuck in thickened muck,
And you want to give up.
The muck you're stuck in...
Isn't budging.
And on your mind bad luck,
You're accustomed to cuss.
But,
That stuff you're cussing...
Only you began.
You made a choice,
To bottled up your stuff.
You made decisions without thinking.
And...
You've had enough.
But you chose to have it rough.
There is no exit when you're given,
Tough love.
When you get out,
You'll remember it...
As tough love!
Tough love.
Tough love.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give It Up
She said she wanted more of that stuff
The stuff that makes your heart your heart go pitter-pat
The stuff that makes everything turn blue and green
She said that she prefers it like that
Give it up
Give it uh-uh-up
Give it up
Hey
Up up up up up up up
Give it up
Ha ha ha
Give it up
Up up up up up up hey
She said the one in the gas he used to be
So many people starving and fighting
Too many salesman
Too many batteries
Says she likes getting high cos it's free
Give it up
Give it uh-uh-up
Give it up
Hey
Up up up up up up up
Give it up
Ha ha ha
Give it up
Hey
Up up up up up up hey
(g-g-g-g-give it up)
Ha ha hnnn
Give it up
Give it uh-uh-up
Give it up
Hey
Up up up up up up up
Give it up
Ha ha haaa
Hey
song performed by by Radiohead
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Her Strut
Words and music by bob seger
Shes totally committed
To major independence
But shes a lady through and through
She gives them quite a battle
All that they can handle
Shell bruise some
Shell hurt some too
But oh they love to watch her strut
Oh they do respect her but
They love to watch her strut
Sometimes theyll want to leave her
Just give up and leave her
But they would never play that scene
In spite of all her talking
Once she starts in walking
The lady will be all they ever dreamed
Oh theyll love to watch her strut
Oh theyll kill to make the cut
They love to watch her strut
Yeah love to watch her strut
Watch her strut
song performed by by Bob Seger
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When you're in the muck you can only see muck. If you somehow manage to float above it, you still see the muck but you see it from a different perspective. And you see other things too. That's the consolation of philosophy.
quote by David Cronenberg
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Strutting All Your Stuff On Main Street
On that avenue where your heartbreak is chased,
I follow you with wishes,
All your bitter kept feelings from you...
Fades away.
And I would see you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
I'd like to see you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
And with your head down like its been really tough,
Looking as if you're about to give life up...
But I wish,
You would 'dis' this to strut on Main Street.
Oh yes I miss you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
Just know I've done a boo-hoo too!
And that didn't do a thing to prove,
Anybody noticing would rescue...
Me from my grief to free it.
A public boo-hooing is not cool.
Since nobody will undo,
Your heartbreak that is felt.
Nobody else but..
Yourself to get over.
On that avenue where your heartbreak is chased,
I follow you with wishes to replace,
All those bitter feelings that you face...
To fade them away from your mind to stay,
And I'd see you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
Oh yes I miss you,
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
And I really want to see you,
Just strutting all your stuff on Main Street.
I'd like to see you,
Just strutting all your stuff.
With an attitude,
That you can't flaunt enough.
And doing that with a strutting that you do,
On Main Street.
I'd like to see you...
Strutting all your stuff on Main Street
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give That Up!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
There is no gain one can claim with pain,
That remains the same...
Unchanged.
With a wish to rid it!
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
When it gets too much...
And you know you have had enough!
Just give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
To live life you've got to live it...
And get up off your big butt!
Pull yourself out of that rut.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
Give that up!
With a wish to rid it.
When too much of the stuff gets tough.
And you know you have had enough!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blister In The Sun (live)
When I'm a walking I strut my stuff then I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hand I know you're the one
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Body and beats I stain my sheets I don't even know why
My girlfriend she's at the end she is starting to cry
When I'm walking I strut my stuff and I'm so strung out
I'm high as a kite I just might stop to check you out
Let me go on like I blister in the sun
Let me go on big hands I know you're the one
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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Flashy Lady
Prance,prance I'm goin go in to your dance
Flashy lady
Shake,shake you know you got what it take
Flashy lady
Everything I got depends on you
Flashy lady
No one else can love me like you do
No one else but you
Cause you got that think
Flashy lady
Come on and strut your stuff
Strut your stuff
Now'now flashy lady
I just can't get enough
No not enough
You know when other people call you trash
I love to love a flashy lady
Wild,wild you really got on me now
Flashy lady
Shine,shine you know your looking find
Flashy lady
I can never let you get away
Flashy lady
And it doesn't matter what they say
Your goin to get your way
Cause you got that think
Flashy lady
Come on and strut you stuff
Come on come on now
Flashy lady
I just can't get enough
Not a ,not enough
You know when other people call you trash
I love to love a flashy lady
Flashy lady
Don't you know you got a grandprance
Come on go in to your dance
Flashy lady
Shake,shake you know you got what it takes
Flashy lady
I can use a taste of what you got
Flashy lady
You can chase away the blues I got
The bad news I got
When you use that thing
Flashy lady
Come on and strut your stuff
Come on,come on now
Flashy lady
I just can't get enough
You know,you know,you know.know
When people call you trash
I love to love the flashy lady
Flashy lady
Flashy lady prance ,prance come on,come on
Flashy lady shake,shake you know you got what it takes
Shine, shine you know your looking find
Flashy lady
[fade out]
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Crazy Old Lady
Mutter mutter
Putter putter
Goes the crazy old lady
I look into the mirror
And quickly see
The crazy old- Is me
poem by Candace Johnson
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Not Afrocentric Enough
Years ago...
They acted as if,
I was an embarrassment to them.
Not Afrocentric enough.
Even though I had identity,
Branded on my 'strut-and-stuff'!
My name, Lawrence Suhuba
Yuroban selected.
Doubling the meaning of my given name.
Suhuba (Lawrence) now Lawrence S.
Proud of my heritage and having no shame!
None to confess.
Today I 'strut' with my stuff all over the internet.
Doing what I've done most of my life.
And that's write.
And I might have been an embarrassment to them then...
But 'them' not feeling comfortable to be who they are now,
Should embarrass them more!
Since having no identity today,
Makes little sense since everything folks have lived for...
To impress with materialism has diminished in value.
And everything they are has been invested in it!
My head is held high...
Most times.
If I am not in deep thought!
And...
I might not have a dime in my pocket.
Most times,
My mind tells me I'm worth millions!
And I look to the ground,
Just to make sure I'm not dropping any of it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Jungletime
Words and Music by Neil Diamond
Jungle time, time for the fight and it's time for the fury.
Jungle time, settin' it right and then takin' the glory,
Jungle time, rumble time,
baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Strut your stuff, lay it all out like you don't care who knows it.
Strut your stuff, you keep your cool while the other guy blows it.
Strut your stuff, hangin' tough.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm walkin' proud, me and the boys got a date with the angels.
Walkin' proud, we and them boys ain't exactly like strangers.
Walkin' proud, talkin' proud.
Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby, baby.
Jungle time, rumble time, tumble time.
Hey, I'm checkin' out, this ain't my style it it ain't my persuasion.
Checkin' out, guess I ain't built for this kind of occasion.
Checkin' out, steppin' out.
Mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama, mama.
Jungle time, rough, tough, tumble time.
Jungle time rough, tough, tumble time
song performed by by Neil Diamond
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The Right Stuff
I was standing at 7:15 waiting for my babys car
Just then out stepped the driver of a limousine
And asked if I was going far
I said Ive got my mind made up
I dont wanna leave him baby cause its clear to me
That its just to tough to find another lover like mine
With the right stuff
The right stuff baby
I dont wanna miss out on the right stuff
Ooh no with mr. right
Just friday bout a week ago
This fellow called me on the phone
And said i live in paris, dont you want to go
I know you must be all alone
Well, itll take more than a fancy trip
Or a chauffeured limousine
Cause I aint never seen no one
Who could give me love like this
The other fellows dont compare
To the right stuff
The right stuff baby
I dont wanna miss out on the right stuff
Ooh no with mr. right
Sing
Hes the only to give me that lovin
Cause next to him there is no other one
Hes very sexy and oh so sweet
And he knocks me off my feet
Say it
I need the right stuff
I got to have the right stuff
I dont wanna miss out on the right stuff
Written by salas/jones
song performed by by Vanessa Williams
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Give It Up
Tired of keeping it,
Myself.
I'm seeking someone else,
To...
Give it up.
Give it up.
Tired of being the one,
To be keeping a list of pages with...
No one's name on it.
As 'if'...
I'm a bag of chips.
I'm tired of it!
And I'm...
Ready to give it up.
Tired of keeping my stuff 'cuffed'.
Yes!
Ready to give it up.
Give it up.
Give it up!
Feelings I've got enough.
To unlock and give up some stuff!
Ready to give it up.
Yes...
Give it up.
I'm...
Ready to give it up.
Give it up.
Ready to give it up!
Give it up.
Tired of keeping 'it',
Myself.
And I'm seeking someone else,
To...
Give it up.
Yes!
Give it up.
Tired of keeping 'it',
Myself.
With a letting of a someone else,
To...
Give it up.
Yes.
Give it up.
Yes.
Tired of keeping 'it',
Myself.
With a letting of a someone else,
To...
Give it up.
Yes.
Give it up.
Yes.
Tired of not getting my stuff touched.
And I'm ready,
To...
Give it up!
Ready to give it up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Give and Free It Up On The Rough Stuff
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to be with no hint of the tough stuff.
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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We Are All On Drugs
When you're out with your friends
In your new Mercedes-Benz
And you're on drugs
And you show up late for school
'Cause you think you're really cool
When you're on drugs
And you put on your headphones
And you step into the zone
When you're on drugs
But the world don't care
If you are not there
'Cause you're on drugs
GIVE IT TO ME
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough (never get enough)
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (WOO)
And you twitch in your seat
'Cause you wanna hit the street
When you're on drugs
And you cause such a fuss
'Cause there's no one you can trust
When you're on drugs
And the best of your days
Will vanish into haze
When you're on drugs
And you wish you can quit
'Cause you're really sick of it
But you're on drugs
GIVE IT TO ME
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough (never get enough)
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (WOO)
I wanna confiscate your drugs
I don't think I can get enough
We are all on drugs yeah
Never getting enough (never get enough)
We are all on drugs yeah
Give me some of that stuff (WOO)
song performed by by Weezer
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Call That Vanity
I remember once being told I was nothing but fluff.
With a life that would lead to nothing,
Because I was not made of the right stuff.
And purposely I see these folks.
And keep my mouth close shut.
Since most of them are limping with canes,
If not laying flat on their butts!
And I am happy and glad my stuff is fluff.
With a still muscled butt that allows my strut!
And please by all means,
Call that vanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Execution Of Time-Released Solutions
Execution,
Of time-released solutions.
From you remove those attitudes,
To further plant a need to reduce yourself...
To the making of excuses.
Create a need for your purpose,
To free yourself of teasing temptations.
And stuff that corrupts,
A taste that satiates the pleasure of wasteful,
Devastation.
To become fuddled up in muck.
An execution,
Of time-released solutions,
Do!
An execution of time-released solutions,
Choose for you an undoing to prove...
A fuddled up in muck that has left you muddled,
To coddle and cuddle...
Muffled to snuggle,
You have had enough of.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Trouble With The Sweet Stuff
(wanna give it up
Gotta give it up
Cant give it up)
Oh mama oh oh
The moneys run out
And Im a hungry man
Oh mama oooo
You see
I--Im a--hurtin man
I was just a boy
When they told me
God love ya
Youre insane
Here I am
Pistol in my hand
Judge and jury
One the same
I got
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
I got
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
And Im never ever gonna shake it
Shake it
Trouble with the sweet stuff
Trouble with the sweet stuff
Bang bang
They shot me down
Caught me
Robbing the bank again
Say Im crazy
Im a desperate man
Nah right (cmon)
Daddys in the junk shop
Alley babe
Tryin to some that stuff
I said
I cant believe it (ooh give it up)
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
I got
Trouble with the sweet stuff
And Im never
Ever gonna shake it
Shake it
Dont wanna give it up
Dont wanna give it up
Yeah
Shake it
Gotta give it up
Dont wanna give it up
Dont wanna give it up
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
Mommys in the graveyard
Pushed her oh so long
Baby aint cryin
Cradles cold, long gone
And me mama, mama
Yes when the situation
Breaks down
Youve got trouble trouble
Bang bang
They shot me down
Caught me robbin d bank again
(are you crazy)
Baby oh yeah
Im a desperate man
Daddy, in the junk shop
Alley babe
Tryin to smoke that stuff
And me
Never gonna shake it
Baby yeah
(ooh give it up)
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
I got
Trouble with the sweet stuff oh yeah
Trouble with the sweet stuff
Baby
And Im never
Never, never, never, ever
Gonna shake it
I want
(dont wanna give it up)
Trouble with the sweet stuff yeah
(laugh) believe me babe
(shake it
Cant give it up
Come on and shake it)
Yeah
(daddys in the junk shop alley babe
Tryin to smoke that stuff oh yeah)
Yeah, gonna shake it
(cant give it up
Cant give it up)
Do you feel pain
The same way I feel pain babe
(give it up)
Breathe the same air
I gotta give it up
(wanna give it up
Cant give it up
Gotta give it up)
Give it up
Give it up
song performed by by Billy Idol
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