Blowjob For Marvin
she likes something long
and thick something she can
pull like a shiny, silvery pole
but she prefers
something golden really
one that is like a
precious gem
metallic in strength
one where she can
blow with all her
might, where she can
expel her sighs of the
day her loneliness
for the nights
one that can also be
musical to her ears
where her locks of hair
can dance wild
like disco and hip hop
the trumpet of
her dreams
or the trombone
of her wishes
of the clarinet
or the flute
this lady who loves
to play
music in her
dark room
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hit Music
Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio
When you dance with me we dance forever
All night long to your favourite
Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio
When you dance with me we dance forever
All night long to the latest song
Live a lie, dance together
All night long to your favourite
Hit music
Hit music
Ive been working hard all day
To pay the bills I have to pay
Dont have the strength to work all night
Or fight until its almost light
Music on the radio
D-dance music at the disco
Live a lie dance together
All night long to your favourite song
Live and die, its all that we know
I need a friend at the journeys end
Hit music, in stereo
Its all about love, and its about forgetting
Choose a song when the nights too long
We all need love and we want protection
I need a friend at the journeys end
In kensington, or spanish harlem
All night long to your desperate
Hit music on the radio
Music at the disco
Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Disco Queen
I use to be a disco queen
Would bounce from couch
To chair then floor
And boogie around
On our living room floor
The old school music
The disco queens
We use to dance
To the disco beat
The hussle
The shuffle
Are move's we perfect?
And swaying our hips
To the disco beat
The freedom to move
And dance to the beat
Is a teenage dream
To dance in the street
The music so loud
We would mime
To the songs
And shake it on down
To the disco sound
poem by Kaila George
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We decided to do some of Merle's things with modern instrumentation. We used a flute, a bass clarinet, a trumpet, a clarinet, drums, a guitar, vibes and a piano.
quote by Tennessee Ernie Ford
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Can't Dance To Disco
I can't dress so I can't dance to disco
I can't move and I hate the way my feet go
I can't dress but she thinks I'm on the clothes show
Why can't she see?
It's so sad, she always sees the good side
Life sucks when you're lying on the inside
She's so sweet she covers me with honey
Why can't she see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
I'm a whore, paranoid and schizo
Hit the floor, chewing on the lino
I'm a mess, throw me like a yo-yo
Why can't you see?
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suit and gigolos
Oh I hate those disco kings
Silk shirts and signet rings
Oh I hate those greasy kings
Cuban heels and rubber skins
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco
Disco!
White suits and gigolos
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
Disco!
I can't live for disco!
Disco!
I can't dance to disco!
song performed by by Feeder
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A Music Eternal Is Divine!
Trumpet and drum music denote military band;
Guitar and piano music denote melodious score;
Clarinet and flute music denote pastoral melody;
Violin and all organ music denote symphony fine;
Jazz, maestro and symphony musics make all high!
Music acts as background for joy, sorrow and war;
Music makes all moods for man to move on in life;
Music creates a world of love, dream and fantasy;
Music as love has no beginning and end in influence;
Music whether East or West is divine as Nature is!
Confluence of Nature, music and dance is divine beauty
That elevates human spirit to divine spirit eternally!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Your Disco Needs You
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Desperately seeking someone willing to travel
Youre lost in conversation and useless at scrabble
Happiness will never last darkness comes to kick your ass
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit
The whole world should be moving do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Were sold on vanity but thats so see through (see through)
Take your body to the floor, your disco needs you
From soho to singapore, from the mainlands to the shore
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit, youre a slave to the rhythm do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Oooh oooh oooh oooh
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Ah-aaaahhhhhhh
So lets dance through all our fears
War is over for a bit, the whole world should be moving do your part
Cure a lonely heart
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco needs you!
Your disco, your disco, your disco..
Needs... you!
song performed by by Kylie Minogue
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She Likes It Too
(jack turner/tim nichols)
I got my first motorcycle when I turned sixteen
I remember my mama raisin cane with me
She said, son tell me why you want to ride that thing
She didnt know about the blonde at the dairy queen
I got my own reasons why I do what I do
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too
I like to ride motorcycles
She likes it too
I always wore my hair just a little too long
Daddy didn;t like it and he made no bones
If Id have gotten it cut like he wanted me to
She wouldnt have had nothin left to run her fingers through
I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too
I like to wear my hair long
She likes it too
I remember ridin around with my buddies back home
Listenin to some country on the radio
When they tried to change the startion to some rock n roll
Id turn the opry up just as loud as it would go
I got my reasons why I do what I do
I like country music
She likes it too
I like country music
She likes it too
I got my own reasons
Why I do what I do
I know what I like
She likes it too
I know what I like
She likes it too
Yeah I know what I like
And she likes it too
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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As long as its music
Please play me a symphony
Make a simple cheerful harmony
Please play me a chord from a guitar
For me, it does not matter
If I’m the only audience of your theatre
Give me some instrumental vibes
All rhythms and tunes are musically ripe
There is no need to take precaution
While playing the Banjo or flamenco percussion
As long as its music
We can all heal
As long as its music
We can all feel
We can sing out our hearts and soul
We can let this music take control
Please play me the drums
We can sing or we can hum
Please play me a CD or a hit record
We could sing to the tunes of an ipod
With the sounds of music we can compose a song
Maybe sing to the town’s bells chiming ding-dong
Please play me the sweet keys of a piano
Hit a sweet note that is a major or minor
As long as its music
We can all heal or cry
As long as its music
We can all feel or fly high
And I will be lost in your voice and eyes
Holding on to each minute that flies
Whatever sounds or instruments
I shall feel good in the moment
Please play me a note from a flute
Those peaceful sounds tend to soothe
I want to hear sweet, sweet music
Choose your lyrics, take your pick
My heart will dance, till she is weak
Get out that guitar, acoustic or electric
Please play me the violins of an orchestra night
String me some melodies in broad daylight
And we can rap to melodious sense or crap
While our feet’s playfully tap, tap and tap
As long as its music
We can dance along the shore
As long as its music
We can all take to the dance floor
And I say once more, once more!
As long as its music, I will only ask for more
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Hair Puller
You pull my hair
I pull yours back
You go deeper
Just Like I Ask
Sex in the shower, my room, ect.
I yell more and more as you pull my hair
You pull my hair
As I say your name
Over and over
As the mins go pass
It gets batter and better
You kiss me sofly as you pull my hair
7th grade
(Bad Ass Own)
and
(Boo Butt own)
poem by LilMsz. ToGood
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Little miss brag
Little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way
And the rich little lady puts out a lip
As she looks at her own white, dainty slip,
And wishes that she could wear a gown
As pretty as gingham of faded brown!
For little Miss Brag she lays much stress
On the privileges of a gingham dress -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady from over the way
Has beautiful dolls in vast array;
Yet she envies the raggedy home-made doll
She hears our little Miss Brag extol.
For the raggedy doll can fear no hurt
From wet, or heat, or tumble, or dirt!
Her nose is inked, and her mouth is, too,
And one eye's black and the other's blue -
"Aha,
Oho!"
The rich little lady goes out to ride
With footmen standing up outside,
Yet wishes that, sometimes, after dark
Her father would trundle her in the park; -
That, sometimes, her mother would sing the things
Little Miss Brag says her mother sings
When through the attic window streams
The moonlight full of golden dreams -
"Aha,
Oho!"
Yes, little Miss Brag has much to say
To the rich little lady from over the way;
And yet who knows but from her heart
Often the bitter sighs upstart -
Uprise to lose their burn and sting
In the grace of the tongue that loves to sing
Praise of the treasures all its own!
So I've come to love that treble tone -
"Aha,
Oho!"
poem by Eugene Field
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From the Clarinet
Late November,
and lonely resonance of harmattan
salutes this solitude.
A weaverbird's contralto, in one
gale-sweep, lays bare the lower balustrade
of a maisonette,
and the romance of the last seasons
shoots the long throat of the clarinet...
O'classicals, on wings
ye come;
leaf cusps and petal ears -
classicals, swearing oaths of
mellifluous assembly...
Calm rhythms hasten to the
ears of Beethoven -
summon him for a serenade,
lest the dark shelter of a
decrepit day strips this solitude.
Anodyne hisses among
this hidden threshold,
curing and healing the weakness of
Clepoatra's hair, dampened with
the venom of haters of vanity.
Classicals,
rid us now of this grief of mundane
dances...
Even in death, Stravinsky hails solitude
on notes of the keys.
From the clarinet,
the bimetallism of barter -
the platitude of life and death
(symbiosis of percussions)
epitaph to the aftermath of
inveterate tradition -
now and forever...
And the clarinet looms.
poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
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Hair today gone tomorrow
Some people have got a lot of hair
whilst others have hardly any at all
many have a thick looking mop
for a lot it's just a bright shiny ball.
It's there to cover a persons head
shades of black, brown, blonde, and grey,
some of it stays firmly in place
but in the wind a wig can be blown away.
Women like to try different styles
they can become a redhead overnight
but always say their hair looks nice
that's if you don't want to start a fight.
As you get older it starts to change colour
your dark locks can even turn white
that's when a lot of folk start to dye it
but for some reason it never looks right.
So if your hair is starting to fall out
or you've got not one hair on top
just think of all the money you'll save
with no more trips to your local barber shop!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Flute Lads!
I flute the up and down of sun,
I flute the pallid moon,
I flute the rivers deep and wide
And down the merry tide.
I leave the rose so red
And pluck the lily white;
I flute upon my bed
And play into the night.
If I could flute forever
And play a merry tune,
Then I would know no sorrow
In April, May, and June.
So up and down the golden sun
And up the pallid moon,
Flute my lovely lads, flute,
In April, May, and June.
poem by Samuel Hardman
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Sing Me A Swing Song
Give me a song that's robust
Feeling the way I am
Any old band'll go bust
If it ain't got that jam
When a body needs a body
On the ballroom floor
Then a body asks a body
"What's a swing band for?"
Oh baby, I don't want you
To croon soft and mellow
Let me warn you in advance,
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
Oh baby, I don't want
Any moon, bright and yellow
You can have your sweet romance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune, on a cello
Give the rhythm men a chance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
instrumental interlude
Let me warn you in advance,
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
You can have your sweet romance, just
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
Mr. Trombone, play some corn
I ain't carin' what notes
Mr. Trumpet, grab a horn
Brother, give me hot notes
Oh baby, I don't want
Any tune, on a cello
Give the rhythm men a chance
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
Ol' Chick Webb is beatin' it out
Makes me feel like I want to shout
All the boys are ready to prance, so
Sing me a swing song and let me dance
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald
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Bring Me The Disco King
You promised me the ending would be clear,
You'd let me know when the time was now,
Don't let me know when you are opening the door,
Stab me int he dark let me dissappear.
Memories that flutter like bats out of hell,
Stab you from city spires,
Life wasn't worth the balance,
Or the crumppled paper it was written on.
(Don't let me know we're invisible.)
(Don't let me know we're invisible.)
Hot flashed days that you trailed around,
Cold, cold nights under chrome and glass,
Let me down a river of perfumed legs,
Sent me to the streets with the good time girl.
(Don't let me know we're invisible.)
(Don't let me know we're invisible.)
We can dance, dance, dance to the fire.
Dance, dance, dance to the fire.
Feed me no lies,
(I don't knwo about you, I don't knwo about you)
Breath through the years,
(i don't knwo about you, I don't knwo about you)
Bring me the disco king,
(I don't knwo about you, I don't knwo about you)
Dead or alive,
Feed me no lies.
Bring me the disco king. Bring me the disco king.
Bring me the disco king. Bring me the head of the disco king.
Spin offs with those who slept like corpes,
Damp morning rays in the stiff black pubs,
Killing time in the seventies,
Smelling of blood in the moist wind.
Don't let me know when you're opening the door,
Close me in the dark, let me disappear,
Soon they'll be nothing left of me,
Nothing left to relieve.
song performed by by David Bowie
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Disco Dancer
Im a disco dancer
But Ive got no place to go
(Im a disco boy Im a disco boy)
Im a disco dancer baby
But my feet wont touch the floor
(Im a disco boy Im a disco boy)
Oh no
Ive been sleeping twenty years or more
I remember a long time ago
(Im a disco boy Im a disco boy)
Nya nya nya nya
Now Im back to change your mind
Now Im moving right in time
In a world thats turned unkind
I see whats going on behind my back
Im a disco dancer
I keep dancin on and on
(Im a disco boy Im a disco boy)
Oh no
Im a disco dancer baby
But I think that somethings wrong
song performed by by Devo
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Little Miss Fairy
glittering, shimmering,
little miss fairy goes,
as she walks up to girls,
fulfills their dreams,
she pours her golden shimmering powder,
on their heads with a light, a shine and a spark,
her golden hair, flowing,
long and shiny, as she walks,
her creamy dress floating and flowing,
full with jewels and sparks,
her trail of light and sparks,
lights up every single place for hours,
little miss fairy,
so gorgous,
so lovely,
as she comes to my window and takes my wish,
and lights up my room,
with a tinkly, twinkly light,
and shiny, glimmering sparks!
poem by Fathmath Sana
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Trumpet Player
The Negro
With the trumpet at his lips
Has dark moons of weariness
Beneath his eyes
where the smoldering memory
of slave ships
Blazed to the crack of whips
about thighs
The negro
with the trumpet at his lips
has a head of vibrant hair
tamed down,
patent-leathered now
until it gleams
like jet-
were jet a crown
the music
from the trumpet at his lips
is honey
mixed with liquid fire
the rhythm
from the trumpet at his lips
is ecstasy
distilled from old desire-
Desire
that is longing for the moon
where the moonlight's but a spotlight
in his eyes,
desire
that is longing for the sea
where the sea's a bar-glass
sucker size
The Negro
with the trumpet at his lips
whose jacket
Has a fine one-button roll,
does not know
upon what riff the music slips
It's hypodermic needle
to his soul
but softly
as the tune comes from his throat
trouble
mellows to a golden note
poem by Langston Hughes
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There was a man
There was a man with a golden crop.
Started to see, the growth he had did stop;
Over a few months he noticed as he did look,
A cricket pitch, was now he saw it over took.
There was a lady of almost 60, and in a mood,
She looked in the mirror, found her chin growing a brood;
She tried to pull each new hair till it came out,
But a few weeks later, two no three, new ones came about.
These two met for a cuppa, and a sweet,
And spoke of their problems on their seat;
She said to him why is it to me, such a bother,
I'll soon need to shave, I'm not a guy I'm a mother.
He agreed, and started to laugh, at the situation,
That he also had a problem, a hair complication;
Then she said why do you laugh, it's no joke you know,
But; soon saw why he thought it was fun, said o blow.
He said dear girl, as we get older, I'm losing my locks,
But you sweet ladies start growing a beard so why the knocks?
From the younger generation, that we see everywhere,
After all one day it'll happen to them as well, and see if we care.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Lonely Dancefloor
The Pangs of death
Shroud me in mystery
I am so lonely
Left to dance alone
as always as myself
And that's dangerous
Seeing the fangs
of loneliness To me
It's too much, So
I am ding inside
In my brain
and in my soul
it is like you see me
On A Lonely dancefloor
dancing to the maestro
of the sad Lonely music
that rings to blacken me
within my heart
the bells of loneliness toll
I am losing the will to live
I still dance alone, on the
Maestro's Lonely Dancefloor
at Least untill you save my
Lonely, heart and soul
A Sad sour Violin plays
with sour and sadding piano
song, The lonely Waltz is
Playing, until you save me
Get me out this lonely place
Or the Lonely sour Flute will play
I cry the moment this
sad symphony plays
The sad violins, Piano,
Flutes and Piccolos
Play the sting of lonely
defeat, I want you, Near me, when it does.
Get me out this music hall of sadness
And into the cheerful Lad of the living
Spare from the death of it all
My Heart and soul, forever more
I only want your friendship
So I may happily dance again/
poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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