Nothing Is Meant To Stay Fluffed Up
Nothing is meant to stay fluffed up,
With a fluffed up stuff that's tough.
And that which climbs to the top,
Comes down.
When an accustomed appearance of it,
Has become too familiar.
And a taste once craved has become enough.
It's in the nature of humanity,
That wishes and desires for something fresh.
Expectations exceed what has been tasted.
And only that which appears new on the scene,
Gets a treatment the old stuff moves aside to give up.
Has anyone observed lately...
The doings of what occurs naturally?
It's all relevant to the event of relevance.
And who and what determines it.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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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Proxy Up Your Posse
Proxy up your posse,
I could care less what you say.
You've got a lot of moxie,
To stand in my way.
You've come to dump your junk,
To excite me to get grumpy.
But those you have corrupted...
Will soon end your luck.
Proxy up your posse,
And others you may choose.
But when your proxy posse finds out...
You'll be the fool.
Too much have I been interrupted,
By your corrupted stuff.
And it's that stuff you always make up...
I've had it!
And enough.
Go get your proxy,
To interrupt me...
With your corrupted stuff made up.
And with this posse that you get..
They'll tire of your stuff.
Proxy up your posse,
With corrupted foolish stuff...
And,
With your moxie fluffed up puffed...
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Proxy up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Posse up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Moxie up!
You'll be the one punk'd dumped.
Go ahead and Interrupt me,
But...
You'll be the one punk'd up.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
To get me started.
You'll get dumped!
Don't bother me,
With your punk'd up stuff.
Or hide behind lies.
Take your corrupted stufff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Take your corrupted stuff,
Leave...
And,
Don't again...
Bother.
Proxy up your posse,
You've come fronting just to do me,
To leave!
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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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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Tough And Rough
Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
Who today will not give up
Although for them these times are rough
Without the pampering done with fluffed up stuff
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come with a thud and a crashing sound
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to perplex and compound composures
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can be so tough
And rough
For those who have not had enough
Tough
Are the lives lived of those once puffed
With a picking up of pieces
Slipping away from greasy reaches
Falling from the top down to the ground
Can come to stun those looking around
For remnants of yesterday to be found
And
Left astounded!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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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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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 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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Ruffled Up
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Because I'm tough enough.
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gotta beat it.
Since I can't leave it.
To grieve over weeping.
And compare my pains.
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
This stuff that's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
That's got me ruffled up!
I've had it,
With this stuff.
Too many,
Suffer enough.
And too much stuff that corrupts...
Is,
Enough!
I've had it,
With this stuff.
Too many,
Suffer enough.
And too much stuff that corrupts...
Is,
Enough!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
That's got me ruffled up!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff.
Yes!
I'm gonna beat this stuff
That's got me ruffled up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harrisburg
The empire rings
The umpires not laughing
The presidents resented,
The ambassadors a night club
You cannot get it out
Its stuff you cannot taste or see
Its stuff you cannot smell
Its stuff thats twenty times as hot
As the hottest stuff in hell
Harrisburg, oh harrisburg
The plant is melting down
The people out in harrisburg
Are getting out of town
And when the stuff gets in
You cannot get it out
The company said it would not blow
The government said it might
Harrisburg, oh harrisburg
I wonder who was right
Who can leave it behind,
The curtains are drawn
Theres something I must say to you
You cannot get it out
(moginie/kevans)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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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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Relevance
It is much too big to contain it.
Relevance.
It connects to a point of view,
Making sense.
A pieced together relevance.
And changing it to convince,
An alternative provides more to give...
With a backing of defense.
For those accustomed to confusion,
Conflicts for them sit well.
But a relevance to what exists,
Clears the air where delusions...
Have been invited to dwell.
Bringing 'home' a relevance,
Invites communication.
And from that confusion is dispelled.
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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The universe is of the nature of a thought or sensation in a universal Mind … To put the conclusion crudely — the stuff of the world is mind-stuff. As is often the way with crude statements, I shall have to explain that by "mind" I do not exactly mean mind and by "stuff" I do not at all mean stuff. Still that is about as near as we can get to the idea in a simple phrase. The mind-stuff of the world is something more general than our individual conscious minds; but we may think of its nature as not altogether foreign to feelings in our consciousness … Having granted this, the mental activity of the part of world constituting ourselves occasions no great surprise; it is known to us by direct self-knowledge, and we do not explain it away as something other than we know it to be — or rather, it knows itself to be.
quote by Arthur Eddington
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The Slipping of Meet Notes
Accustomed to lies.
What does the truth really mean?
Accustomed to lies laying low on the scene!
Accustomed to tell them...
And protect when told.
Accustomed to lies,
Whether fresh released or old held on hold!
Accustomed to lies...
Without a bat of an eyelash moving!
Accustomed to lies.
Dishonesty is accepted and shown.
At the work place
Where the slipping of meet notes,
Does not provoke disdain.
Accustomed to lies...
And that's how our lives remain!
In heated sex away from home!
Regardless of who spies on another,
Both buffer their suffering by what's condoned.
Accustomed to lies...
And what is taught is always known!
Accustomed to lies.
Accustomed to holding on to them,
Until time flys!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People go back to the stuff that doesn't cost a lot of money and the stuff that you don't have to hand money to over and over again. Stuff that you get for free, stuff that your older brother gives you, stuff that you can get out of the local library.
quote by Frank Black
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On set is where I feel comfortable. The red carpet stuff, talking about the film, explaining your own life, it doesn't come naturally. It's all necessary stuff I suppose but it's not my strength.
quote by Naomi Watts
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I don't know what it means to be a sex symbol. When I look myself on a magazine cover I don't see it as me, but as someone painted, fluffed, puffed and done up.
quote by Jennifer Aniston
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Winning a Grand Slam changes everything. There is so much off-court stuff to deal with. And there are expectations of keeping it going that make it tough.
quote by Mary Pierce
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