Lyrically Maneuvered
Lyrically maneuvered.
That's the only way I move.
With content and something meant...
That puts me in a mood.
I'm lyrically maneuvered,
Grooving in a cool behooved.
There has to be a need in me..
To soothe my attitude.
And I don't need a finger popping rock,
To get me started.
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet!
And I don't need a finger popping rock,
To get me started.
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet to a meter.
Lyrically maneuvered.
That's the only way I move.
With content and something meant...
That puts me in a mood.
And...
I,
Don't need a finger popping rock...
To get me started,
No!
And I don't need a cushioned beat...
To pat my feet,
To keep up with a meter.
And...
I,
Don't need a finger popping rock...
To get me started,
No!
And I don't need a cushioned beat,
To pat my feet...
To keep up with a meter,
If the lyric keeps my heat up.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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So Help Me God
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
Now that you have been isolated,
And strangled.
With beliefs you had been accepted.
Only mangled and defeated with deceit.
You call me anticipating rescue?
Why?
Remember you declared...
It was no longer a you and I,
But them.
And you defended their shenanigans!
To ensure my loss?
And you a definite win!
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
Now you find yourself mangled with no way out!
And I am to run to you because you shout?
After you rocked and knocked about,
My reputation.
And devastated my character,
With an assassination of defamations.
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
And I don't like this one bit.
Smuggling you away from here,
As if I'm the convict.
Shut up,
I've had enough of your lip!
Put that mask on and fix that wig!
Hopefully no one will recognize,
The true swine you've become!
And I have not adapted a taste,
For gutter pigs.
Shut up and sit.
When we get away from here,
You're going to have hell to pay.
And I'm going to make sure you'll remember...
All of what you're getting.
I promise you'll receive every bit of it!
It wasn't me!
But you who were maneuvered,
To move in and sleep...
With the demon.
Separated to feast.
As you were teased with trinkets dangled.
And you might want to reconsider this...
Since when I get us safely away,
Tieing you down and going ballistic...
With a snap cracking of my whip,
Is what I have in mind...
For a hard headed behind!
And that will be done my way.
'God,
Please no! '
God has nothing to do with this!
I've already begged for His forgiveness,
When I defied His wishes...
To leave you where you were.
So shut up and sit.
When we get away from here,
You're going to have hell to pay.
And I'm going to make sure you'll remember...
All of what you're getting,
Applied first class!
With a touch of sadisticness.
And I'm going to enjoy every bit of it...
So help me God!
~I thought you said I had nothing to do with this!
Do you wish for My assistance or not? ~
No My Father.
This task I undertake,
Will be mine to define...
As I proceed!
But I do thank You for the offer.
~Hey...
No big deal!
I'm always here when needed! ~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The executive branch maneuvered this result deftly.
quote by Andrew Cohen
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It was the same in World War I, when Woodrow Wilson, also a tool of the Jews, maneuvered it into the war.
quote by Julius Streicher
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Mad About You
Theres something I must say
Something I must do
I planned it all this way
Designed it just for you
Do you wanna be with me
Be with me at all
Do you have to be so cool?
Your gentle touch maneuvered me
But all the time I always knew
Im really mad about you
Theres nothing bad about our love
Im giving you the only heart I have
But Im afraid tonight it wont be enough
Can we go on this way
Theres nothing left to prove
Its not another game
Or another simple move
Do you believe in me
Believe in me at all
Are you telling me the truth?
Is it just imagination
Or the perfect dream
That Im here with you
Im really mad about you
Theres nothing bad about our love
Im giving you the only heart I have
But Im afraid tonight it wont be enough
Im really mad about you
Theres nothing bad about our love
Ive never had a broken heart before
But I know youll never tear mine apart
song performed by by Toto
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Lyrically we tried to just not be the same as a lot of the other crap that is out there right now.
Crime is the cause
One is raped,
One is trapped,
One is maneuvered.
Or one is coaxed.
Intention is same
Like the one in robbery,
Theft, stealing and pilferage.
13.04.2002, Palkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Lyrically I like to use themes that make the listener use his or her imagination, and to give a little of the lessons I've learned in my own life.
quote by Ronnie James Dio
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I guess lyrically they're similar because they're talking about escaping the kind of misery that likes company. 'The Last One Alive,' for me, is very simple. It's just about alienation, really, that causes anger.
quote by Jon Crosby
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At first it was a bit daunting, but once I started to do it, the more I got into it, the more I started enjoying it and being able to say things lyrically that I would normally have to say musically.
quote by Jimmy Chamberlin
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I just don't write musically, but lyrically, yeah I write.
I have always wanted what I have now come to call the voice of personal narrative. That has always been the appealing voice in poetry. It started for me lyrically in Shakespeare's sonnets.
quote by Diane Wakoski
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I have been around for a long, long time. I didn't make it 'til I was older. I went through the period when women were not getting signed, particularly if you were writing songs that were lyrically propelled.
quote by Sheryl Crow
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Groove Is Going On
Say S U G A B A B E S
Sugababes, yeah
Come on, come on
Yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Oooh (Come on, come on)
Say we got it going on
Stepping out with my girlfriends
Going to a party, looking kinda fine
In the corner of my eye
I see this nice smooth cutie
With a tight bootie (Nice)
So I'm grooving with my girls
Just doing my thing
Not particularly looking for a fling
'Nuff man's got it going on
While the beats are just rolling, rolling
Grooving on
To another place where I can be myself and dance
(I can dance)
Groving on
To a different situation
(Gotta get myself on my own track)
Cos the groove is going on (come on, come on)
We got it going on (come on, come on)
(Ah, yeah, yeah)
Cos the groove is going on
We wanna have some fun
Oh, yeah, yeah
(Ah come on, yeah)
We're still having fun
Feeling kinda numb
Music's still pumping
Crowd's still jumping
See the haters come and screw face (That don't please me)
Cos I'm swazey
The mood was right
I'm getting high
Slow down (Break it down)
We got it grooving on (Yeah, come on)
I need some space tonight, so I can do this certain move
I need a bre to hold me tight
Looking right, to keep me dancing all night
Grooving on
To another place where I can be myself and dance
(Wanna dance)
Grooving on
To a different situation
(Gotta get myself on my own track)
Cos the groove is going on (We got it going on)
We got it going on (We got it going on)
(Ah, yeah, ah come on, check it)
Cos the groove is going on
We wanna have some fun
Oh, yeah, yeah
(Come on)
The groove is going on (Come on, come on)
We got it going on (Ooh, ooh, ooh) (Shake it baby)
(Ah, yeah, ah come on, check it)
Cos the groove is going on
We wanna have some fun
Oh, yeah, yeah
(Ah, yeah, yeah, come on, Sugababes)
Oooh
He's really nice...
The groove is going on (Come on, come on)
We got it going on (Mutya! Wait! No wait, wait, wait)
Cos the groove is going on
We wanna have some fun
Oh, yeah, yeah
song performed by by Sugababes
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I'd rather have a hundred thousand or a million people saying I'm nuts and I'm crazy for my musical choices and what I've said lyrically, than a million people all raising their hand on the first day.
Exquisite B.S.
Exquisite B.S.
Finessed at its best.
This wont sit to become fossilized.
Maneuvered?
Yes!
The finest B.S.
Gets to be marketed.
Exquisite B.S.
Tested for perfection.
To leave no guessing game to correct.
As this exquisite B.S. is set...
To endure without stopping.
To ensure its success.
No remnants will be left,
To forge with a defense...
By those unconvinced,
It is solidly based in cement.
And will not ferment...
As circumvented intentions meant,
Are sent.
This is exquisite B.S. to document!
To subdue those who protest.
And addict those who confess...
A weakness they get.
As if to crave a feeding,
With a licking of lips with a wish...
For more of it.
To induce into seduction,
With an unlimited fix.
Until the power of thinking,
Independently...
Lifts from minds,
That are drugged to drift!
Exquisite B.S.
Yes!
Yes!
YESSSSS!
And as delicious to offset,
Any cure that should manifest...
With attempts to correct!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I am an excitable person who only understands life lyrically, musically, in whom feelings are much stronger as reason. I am so thirsty for the marvelous that only the marvelous has power over me. Anything I cannot transform into something marvelous, I let go. Reality doesn't impress me. I only believe in intoxication, in ecstasy, and when ordinary life shackles me, I escape, one way or another. No more walls.
Can't Go On
How can it be easy to forget you when I think about you all the time
I never know how I miss you when I never had you, well nevermind
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on
It'd be cool if we never met, if we never locked eyes
Then I'd feel so happy, not knowing you're so fine
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on
I get so nuts when I'm around you there's nothing I can say
I wish you'd get outta my head, I think about you every day
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on without...
ROCK!
I move on, but I can't go on without you
Said I try, don't know why, what to do without you
Can't move on, can't move on, can't move on, without... you
song performed by by Good Charlotte
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The cost of a new life
In millions, Princes
Into deep sea plunged
For their solitary Princess,
In their do or die game
And were swimming in a race
Across the sea to the Arc,
Where she had waited with grace,
All the way to reach their monarch
In millions the Princes
In their struggle sank
On the march to the Princess,
Save a few hundreds in rank,
Who maneuvered through the gulf
Neck to neck; the fittest,
Past the rest, broke the nest
And shot the Princess; the rest dead.
‘Another life is born’
02.12.98
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Chanteuse
The chanteuse chased melodies-
Her voice rubbed elbows -
With a guitar with broken frets-
In-sync with the Clubs Bass-
She sang-
She sang to the guitar-
Raising her voice to higher notes-
Of Life:
Lived-
Long-
Loudly she resonated-
Lyrically harmonic-
Listening for an off key-
Lending an ear to-
Lungs in full breath-A
Libretto in the making...
poem by Theodora Onken
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