Out Of Touch....!
ouch! ouch! ouch!
the guy is out of touch.
lacking in focus
he kissed the wrong girl
and sleep with her
in the wrong couch.
now he likes being
out of touch again.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ouch That Really Hurt
Ouch that really hurt, When I fell the other night,
From my bed down to the floor, it must've been a funny sight;
Strewn about, arms and legs, Each in a different direction,
But what a shame I can't take, painkilling medication.
Ouch that really hurt, The way you spoke to me,
But most of all that did hurt, you said you loved me;
Another thing you really hurt, is that you can't be trusted,
You've changed, towards me, and yet blaming me you must.
Ouch that really hurt, The way you bullied me,
Its not fair, what you do, oh can't you see;
To force yourself, to push me around, please oh why,
When I go home, I feel the hurt makes me cry.
Ouch that really hurt, The harassment I get,
Because I may be different, it sure makes me upset,
Why can't you look inside my heart, it's the same as you,
Just treat me please as your equal, that's what you must do.
poem by Margaret Haig
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Oooo...Oooo-Oooo Wee Ow-ouch!
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
'More dominant and not the weak one.
I'm more dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch!
She says I'm on a pacifier.
Unreliable with too many needs.
She says I'm heat under the sheets...
But she's the one who buys the food we eat.
She says I'm not dependable at all.
And by herself she does the best she can alone,
To make all ends meet!
When bill collectors call.
And,
She's more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
More dominant and not the weak one?
More dominant and not the weak one?
Submissive when she comes to the bed.
Prepared to get her needs met!
And I am ever ready.
I've lost my job and the kids are fed.
I do the best I can...
But I'm not making the bread.
And my ego's thinly spread.
When the work I've done is meager.
And the words I hear from her...
Are wrestling in my head.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
And if I leave my family...
I'll lose my life instead.
'I'm more dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
OW!
'...dominant and not the weak one.
More dominant and not the weak one.'
Oooo...
Oooo-Oooo wee ow-ouch.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Candy candy not so good
Candy candy not so good,
Ouch my teeth hurt,
Candy candy not so good.
Candy candy stuck in my teeth!
Mm..
That lovely taste..
It's just so sweet! !
My mum always tells me 'candy candy not so good, it will hurt your teeth UNDERSTOOD! '
I want candy,
I want to eat,
I don't care what anyone says,
know that candy is the best.
Ouch! Ouch!
Mummy was right!
Because of candy I can't even bite.
Candy candy not so good,
Just remember to brush your teeth because..
Candy candy is not so good..
For your teeth.
poem by Aisha Alansari
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Is Everyone Ready For The Cuts?
Is everyone ready for the cuts?
'Yes.
The people are waiting.
That is what we have promised.
And we must deliver.'
Then I shall proceed.
'Ouch.
What are you doing? '
Beginning the cuts.
'Do 'them' not us.'
You do not understand.
We are the reason the cuts are needed.
'But,
That means...
We are the ones going to suffer.'
The people demand a government that works,
For the good of the country.
'What's the matter with you?
No one expects us to deliver that.
Come on!
Those were just campaign speeches.
We all made them.
We are here to celebrate our victory.
Get rid of a few social programs.
And that's it.
OUCH! !
Stop that.'
I am not a career politician.
After I slit a few throats around here,
I know I will be sent back home.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Radio
He's chosen my attic
I feel it in the static
He lives in my basement
And I can hardly face it
My performance is easy
I am the god of romance
And in my confusion
I have the right to reign
He's stolen my Oscars
He trades on my jokes
He makes all my engines go oh oh oh
He put an "e" in the arsenal
A comb in my 'fro
Devine retribution
And away we will go
Hey hey hey hey
Something's happening I can feel it
Moving out of time you'll hear it
Falling in the way you fear it
Jumping thumping shout out something
Jumping thumping shout out something
Listen to the radio
And you will hear the songs you know
Make it effervescent here
And you might have a job my dear
I'm searching for something
Beyond my understanding
Looking for meaning
Where nothing is demanding
There are no surprises
Where nothing is expected
If you offer nothing
Then everyone accepts
He's stolen my Oscars
He trades on my jokes
He makes all my engines go oh oh oh
He put an "e" in the arsenal
A comb in my 'fro
Devine retribution
And away we will go
Hey hey hey hey
Something's happening I can feel it
Moving out of time you'll hear it
Falling in the way you fear it
Jumping thumping shout out something
Jumping thumping shout out something
Listen to the radio
And you will hear the songs you know
Make it effervescent here
And you might have a job my dear
Ouch
Ouch
Ouch
Radio
Ouch
Ouch ouch
Ouch
Radio
*He's stolen my Oscars
He trades on my jokes
He makes all my engines go oh oh oh
He put an "e" in the arsenal
A comb in my 'fro
Devine retribution
And away we will go
Hey hey hey hey
*Something's happening I can feel it
Moving out of time you'll hear it
Falling in the way you fear it
Jumping thumping shout out something
Jumping thumping shout out something
*Listen to the radio
And you will hear the songs you know
Make it effervescent here
And you might have a job my dear
*sung simultaneously
Listen to the Radio
Listen to the Radio
Listen to the Radio
Listen to the Radio
song performed by by Robbie Williams
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S&m
She walked out of a shady motel
Into the arms of a sugar daddy
She'd been having a good time
Oh but she loved her daddy madly
She said daddy what can i do
I want to spend my time making love to you
But daddy had to run hit and run
Now he's gone
S&m
This customer was shady he kept a rubber hose
He liked to beat the ladies
There's nothing wrong with that i suppose
"yes there is,"
He made them want to shout, "ouch"
But this time you better watch out
He kicked her oh and he beat her
And he whipped her
S&m
He beat her black and blue
He just liked the violence said it made him tough
He just liked the violence said she couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Smack
S&m
He beat her like a drum
This fetish could be foolish
It could lead to something dangerously wreckless
To hold your lover helpless
Could lead to something called a mess
Unless you like to be tacky
And kinky, sleasy and slinky
To make them wanna shout, "ouch"
Fight back and scratch out
S&m
Do it again
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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S&m
She walked out of a shady motel
Into the arms of a sugar daddy
She'd been having a good time
Oh but she loved her daddy madly
She said daddy what can i do
I want to spend my time making love to you
But daddy had to run hit and run
Now he's gone
S&m
This customer was shady he kept a rubber hose
He liked to beat the ladies
There's nothing wrong with that i suppose
"yes there is,"
He made them want to shout, "ouch"
But this time you better watch out
He kicked her oh and he beat her
And he whipped her
S&m
He beat her black and blue
He just liked the violence said it made him tough
He just liked the violence said she couldn't get enough
Couldn't get enough
Smack
S&m
He beat her like a drum
This fetish could be foolish
It could lead to something dangerously wreckless
To hold your lover helpless
Could lead to something called a mess
Unless you like to be tacky
And kinky, sleasy and slinky
To make them wanna shout, "ouch"
Fight back and scratch out
S&m
Do it again
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Smacked
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle as if in battle...
To match!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And then with no warning shown...
They're seen unbelievebly,
To rattle!
And...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Finding...
No time to rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
Kept pocketed and it's deep,
Those feelings so hard to reach.
And finding,
No time...
To rhyme,
When...
Smacked like a cat attacking,
With claws at the end of paws.
And scratching right back,
Ouch!
And smacked with the claws out.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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S M
She walked out of a shady motel
Into the arms of a sugar daddy
Shed been having a good time
Oh but she loved her daddy madly
She said daddy what can I do
I want to spend my time making love to you
But daddy had to run hit and run
Now hes gone
S&m
This customer was shady he kept a rubber hose
He liked to beat the ladies
Theres nothing wrong with that I suppose
Yes there is,
He made them want to shout, ouch
But this time you better watch out
He kicked her oh and he beat her
And he whipped her
S&m
He beat her black and blue
He just liked the violence said it made him tough
He just liked the violence said she couldnt get enough
Couldnt get enough
Smack
S&m
He beat her like a drum
This fetish could be foolish
It could lead to something dangerously wreckless
To hold your lover helpless
Could lead to something called a mess
Unless you like to be tacky
And kinky, sleasy and slinky
To make them wanna shout, ouch
Fight back and scratch out
S&m
Do it again
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Onomatopoeia
Forty-five minutes
Forty-five cents
Sixty-five agents sitting on a fence
Singing, hey brother
Look what we got for you
Were gonna rope off an area
And put on a show
From the canadian border
Down to mexico
It might be the most
Potentially gross
Thing that we could possibly do
Yeah, little buddy gonna get your chance
Make them pubescents all wet their pants
Well record it live
And thats no jive.
Hold it! stop it! no! no! no! no!
Bang! went the pistol.
Crash! went the window.
Ouch! went the son of a gun.
Onomatopoeia
I dont wanna see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
Knock! knock! hello!
Can I come in?
Gee, that was a wonderful show!
Oh, you havent gone on yet?
Well, how was I supposed to know?
Hey! we got a great date
Its really downtown
Were gonna get the grand canyon
To do the sound
Its a boxing ring
But it might be the thing
To really put you in the dough
Listen little brother, dont ya get us wrong
Why we even know the words to your song
Just say I do
And well lay it on you
You! you! and me! me! me!
Bang! went the pistol
Crash! went the window
Ouch! went the son of a gun
Onomatopoeia
I dont want to see ya
Speaking in a foreign tongue.
song performed by by John Prine
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Benefit Of The Doubt
What became of us
In the night light
Turn to touch your hand
Hands dont understand
Whats a right from wrong
When I think of all the things weve done
Never made the rules
But counting one to ten was easy
Its always happening - slowly, surely happening
Could have been another way
It looked bad from the start
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another day for pulling the plug
On my heart wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Oh well here we go again acting like old friends
Its hard to compromise
When loves locked in your eyes
Always out to stay then twice as hard to go
But what you reap I sew
And counting one to ten was easy
Its always happening - slowly, surely happening
Could have been another way
It looked bad from the start
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another day
For pulling the plug on my heart
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another day
For pulling the plug on my heart - ouch!
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another way
It looked bad from the start - ouch!
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another day
For pulling the plug on my heart
Oh, wont you give. me give me benefit of the doubt
Could have been another way
It looked bad from the start
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the
Could have been another day
For pulling the plug on my heart
Wont you give me, give me benefit of the doubt
song performed by by Haircut 100
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He who slaps himself on the face should not cry ouch.
Push Push and Pop It
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
To needle and pick!
You gotta stop it.
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Leaving specs and pieces left,
To kick and knock your 'ouch' about!
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
You can refuse to feel remorse or guilt.
And let forgiveness handle it!
No need to flip your lid or top.
Learn to love yourself a lot.
If this is not done...
How can you expect others to start.
You don't have to play a part...
Of that panic brewing in your heart!
Denying it is there.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Just...
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin'
Puuussshhh! Keep pushin
Push push and pop it!
Don't even try to stop it.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Don't keep it bottled up!
Or you will dropp like slop to mop.
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Push push and pop it!
Inspired and Dedicated:
To all my Hip-Hop lovers and friends,
Of the mooovement!
Peace Up!
L
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Follow Me Gangsta (feat. G-Unit)
[50]
Yeah.. Ja, you ready? Drop that
Ferrari F 50 style baby (yeah, yeah)
I'ma show 'em how I do it (yeah, yeah)
G-g-g-g-g G-UNIT!
I keep hearin' niggas is happy, the D's come, niggas wit guns
When I'm out on bail, ridin' wit' some new ones
Big got hit in that passenger seat
Pac got hit in that passenger seat
Now I'm ridin' 'round in that passenger seat
Come near the whip, I'm blastin' my heat
It don't take long, for my juvenile delinquent thinkin' to sink in
The consequences mean nothin', those semi auto's is bustin'
Crack sellin', predicate villain, spit big words but I can't spell 'em
Put a shot to your melon, that'll keep you're punk ass from chillin'
Then I got that nine and a fo'-fo', that H2 is never full
Bullet proof windows and doors, gangsta how 'bout yours
Southside tatted on my back
My last gun shipment got the whole hood strapped
Now all I got is two 380's and a nine
Nigga you can knock and tell the cops but you're dyin'
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You're thicker than water
Ouch! twizzy wizzy wa
You can be a Blood or a Crip
Nigga, you bitch
Follow Me
[Tony Yayo]
I used to chill in the hood, to support the fiends
But now I'm eatin' caviar instead of pork and beans
I'm in the money green 7-45, with 7 shots in the fo' five
Y'all niggas wanna die?
I got a love affair, wit' violence and guns
So this is for them gangstas, rep' where you from
When I got O'd up, my heart turned colder
That's why the mac react like a king cobra
Now I'm jumpinc
song performed by by 50 Cent
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Fiesta de la vida
Hey amigas
Viva la vida
Fiesta la vida
Cantandos amigos
Viva la vida
Dance, dance
Sway your hands
Touch the ceiling
Touch the skies
Fiesta fiesta de la vida
Swirl, sway,
Raise our arms to the
Ceiling to the skies
Feel God
In the feast of your
Body swaying….
Meanwhile
Delete the email
Of the British National Lottery
Telling you that you win
One million pounds!
Ouch!
I am exercising. I am hypertensive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Four
Hey amigas
Viva la vida
Fiesta la vida
Cantandos amigos
Viva la vida
Dance, dance
Sway your hands
Touch the ceiling
Touch the skies
Fiesta fiesta de la vida
Swirl, sway,
Raise our arms to the
Ceiling to the skies
Feel God
In the feast of your
Body swaying….
Meanwhile
Delete the email
Of the British National Lottery
Telling you that you win
One million pounds!
Ouch!
I am exercising. I am hypertensive.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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'Ouch' is not independent of social training. One has only to prick a foreigner to appreciate that it is an English word.
quote by Willard Van Orman Quine
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Programmed to Switch Channels
If I pinched myself,
Would you feel it and say 'ouch! '
Would my concerns
Pull you away from a chair or a couch,
Ecstactic with empathy?
Until that happens...
Your understanding of my pain,
Will be as quick as shifting
From one boring episode to another!
We are programmed to switch channels.
It is a convenience to keep us detached,
And self absorbed!
We are only aware of the connection...
When our viewing habits have been temporarily delayed.
Or interrupts with an immediate personal discomfort,
We rush to announce to others with dismay and disbelief!
Until baseball season comes to help us keep score.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Ugh!
ugh is not an ugly word,
say it, and
then move on
with your life and the
forget
ugh!
ouch!
get easy now
it is just a state of the mind
a mirage in the desert
as i told you
nothing is important
nothing is necessary
nothing is needed
less is beautiful
the mistake is mistaken.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I kissed a girl
I kissed a girl
and something more was there,
than the touch of lips
and something of her soul
was burning into me.
I kissed a girl
and it was more sweet,
than any kiss before
and it was if that kiss
was meant to be.
I kissed a girl
and knew from somewhere,
that no kiss would ever be
like this again.
I kissed a girl
and was stunned
like by a thunderclap
and she had awakened,
all devils and angels in me.
I kissed a girl
and my passions were
aroused to extremity
and still I wanted to be sweet
and know her better than a friend.
I kissed a girl
and she turned my world
and somehow caught destiny
and I did not want
to ever let her go.
I kissed a girl
and I love her still
and you know,
that the girl are you.
poem by Gert Strydom
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