Rebecca on another note
why did you slam the door?
now, do you regret
that you have finally died
just because you slam
the door
and then this poet who writes
about you
kills you with a mere slam?
don't you think that he is not just
witty but too
a little bit cruel?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Slam Dunk The Funk
Slam Dunk The Funk
Five
(5ive)
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five, whatcha waiting four if you wanna
Three (three)
Two (two)
One let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
when the five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da flava in my song
But I really need to know
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You gotta shoot, pass, slam baby time to set it off
I'll be up, up away, above the rim and hook a shot
Ally oop, baby, whoop, there it is and now I gotcha
Three seconds left, it's just enuff for me to rock ya
Now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be the man
with a hey, yippee yo yippee four quarter slam
everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You wanna know what hits you like a fork lift truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the extra
Curricular ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the boom shake regular
Five bad boys, honey no, we don't quit til we hit
The rebound sound with a kick
So come on everybody, everybody in tune
As I boomshake n' rock a body
Gimme room
Clap your hands
Stamp your feet
Push it in, pull it out to the beat
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
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song performed by by Five
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Rebecca
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.
She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...
It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.
Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.
The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,
-- As often they had done before.
poem by Hilaire Belloc
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Dragula
Dragula
Dead I am the one, exterminating son
Slipping through the trees, strangling the breeze
Dead I am the sky, watching angels cry
While they slowly turn, conquering the worm
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dead I am the pool, spreading from the fool
Weak and want you need, nowhere as you bleed
Dead I am the rat, feast upon the cat
Tender is the fur, dying as you purr
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dead I am the life, dig into the skin
Knuckle crack the bone, 21 to win
Dead I am the dog, hound of hell you cry
Devil on your back, I can never die
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Do it baby, do it baby
Do it baby, do it baby
Burn like an animal
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
Dig through the ditches,
Burn through the witches
I slam in the back of my
Dragula
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Escape
{b-side of glam slam}
Snare drum pounds on the 2 and 4
All the party people get on the floor
All the party people get on the floor
Bass
Glam slam (glam slam)
Escape!
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape!
15 minutes aint long enough
To be out your mind in a world so tough
If u wanna escape and truly be
All the crack in compton wont set u free
Come on
Glam slam (slammin)
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape!
U got to be yourself, you gotta be aware
Cuz the ganster - man, he dont give a care
Whether u live, or whether u die
Glam slam escape, gotta give it a try
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam (slammin)
Escape!
(party baby) (party baby)
(party baby) (party baby)
(party baby) (party baby)
(where did I hear that before? )
(party baby) (party baby)
Glam slam
Escape!
Everybody trippin on the party bass
However higher u get, is a matter of taste
(party baby) (party baby)
Winner takes all in the hardest race
Dont get on the scale if u aint got the weight
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Say
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Come on
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Yeah
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
One more
Its more hard 2 love than it is 2 hate
Escape!
Glam slam
Glam slam
Free your mind from this rat race
Glam slam
Escape !
song performed by by Prince
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Go On and Slam The Door
Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Go on and slam the door!
Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
Your rudeness I'll ignore...
And your nasty snapping.
Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
Your rudeness I'll ignore...
And your nasty snapping.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Huffin' with a puffin' isn't something that one plans on.
Nor is it considered as a wish that came and has gone.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Go on and slam the door!
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
Go on and slam the door!
Its all been done before.
You can throw a fit!
But how does that,
Benefit need?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Be That Way
(stephony smith/bob dipiero)
Every time I turn around
I run into your pride
Sometimes Im not so sure if I wanna
Know that guy, know that guy
cause you got a rock hard head
Stubborn as a mule
Oh, yeah, and by the way, I still love you
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Sometimes what you dont say
Can make the deepest cut
And I get my feelings hurt
And I just go nuts, well a little nuts
So try to ignore that girl
Shes just blowin off steam
Oh and I dont know about her
But I hope you say to me
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Baby lets get emotional
What do you say we let it all go
Let it go
Go on and be that way
Slam that door
Make a scene
Yell some more
Come on lets have it out
Have your say
cause with a love this strong
Baby its okay
For you to be that way
Be that way, oh yeah
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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The Ogre Slam-The-Door
There is a certain castle that is beautiful and fair,
And plants, and birds, and pretty things, fill every room and hall,
But alas! for the unhappy folks who make their dwelling there,
A dreadful ogre haunts the house and tries to kill them all.
Some day I fear will find them dead and stretched out in their gore
The victims of this ogre grim, this wicked Slam-the-door!
He's a very tiny ogre just about as tall as you!
He never carries hidden arms, or plays with guns and knives.
And yet he almost splits the heads of people thro' and thro.'
And I think him very dangerous to comfort and to lives.
And he often shakes the castle from the ceiling to the floor.
This awful, awful ogre known as little Slam-the-door.
He gets up bright and early, and he's, oh, so wide awake!
And wo! to all the sleepy heads and invalids who doze,
They dream the sky is caving in, or that a vast earthquake
Has suddenly convulsed the world and ended their repose,
As to and fro, and up and down, still noisier than before,
They hear the hurrying, flurrying feet of ogre Slam-the-door.
Though the Princess of the Castle has a headache, and is ill,
Though the Prince is in his study and wants quiet for an hour,
This wicked little ogre won't be quiet-or keep still
I almost think he sometimes knows he has them in his power.
Alas, alas for all the folks, their sorrows I deplore-
The folks shut in that castle with the ogre Slam-the-door.
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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The Door Of The House Of My Ancestors
this morning i am
confronted with an old door
of the old house of my
ancestors,
the rust that eats the hinges
finally frees the door
at last!
it was enslaved by the haunting
sounds of the sudden
slam
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Respectable Street
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now they talk about absorption,
In cosmopolitan proportions to their daughters,
As they speak of child prevention,
And immaculate receptions on their portable,
Sony entertainment centres.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
Now she speak about diseases,
And which proposition pleases best her old man,
Avon lady fills the creases,
When she manages to squeeze in past the caravans,
That never move from their front gardens.
It's in the order of their hedgerows,
It's in the way their curtains open and close,
It's in the look they give you down their nose,
All part of decency's jigsaw i suppose.
Sunday church and they look fetching,
Saturday night saw him stretching over our fence,
Bang the wall for me to turn down,
I can see them with their stern frown,
As they dispense the kind of look that says they're perfect.
Heard the neighbour slam his car door,
Don't he realise this is respectable street?
What d'you think he bought that car for?
'cause he realise this is respectable street
song performed by by Xtc
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The Spirit Of Lust
I thought you were history when,
I heard the slam at the door!
But like the tale of two obsessions in love,
We are like the musical chairs on this love.
My son is for the sun and your mum is for the moon,
But i thought you were history when i heard the slam at the door!
And if only tears were laughter,
Then, i will be able to take you along to paradise.
I am dumped without a clue to use the glue,
But the Spirit of Satan is like the spirit of lust;
And if only the nights were days,
Then, i would be able to see your face better.
You came and took my heart away!
But if only distances were closer,
Then, i could have crossed over to meet you;
However, the Spirit of Satan is like the spirit of lust.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Glam Slam
This thing we got - its alive!
It seems 2 transcend the physical
One touch and Im satisfied
Must be a dream its so magical
Chorus
Glam slam thank u maam
U really make my day
Glam slam thank u maam
I pray u always stay
I know I hold u 2 tight
But I just cant seem 2 get close enough (I want to hold u)
I want 2 hold u every night
Im so horny and ure the star
Chorus
Heavy feather, flicka nipple
Baby scam water ripple
I dont understand
It means I love u
Come a butterfly straight on your skin
U go 4 me and I come again
Glam slam, thank u maam
Sun is risen, moon is gone
Soda fizzin on the lawn
Come a butterfly straight on your skin
Glam slam
Glam slam, thank u maam
U really make my day
This thing we got - its alive!
It seems 2 transcend the physical
One touch and Im satisfied (ooh, baby)
Must be a dream its so magical
Chorus
Glam slam
U will always stay
U will always stay
Its all right, its ok
song performed by by Prince
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SLAM!
Right is yours, demonstrate (demonstrate)
Smoking to suffocate (suffocate)
Carnival they got my body (they got my body)
Nothing to compensate (compensate)
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cause the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus:]
Slaaaaaam!
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slaaaaam!
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Slam! Comin' with me
Cryptical is my place (is my place)
Rebellions of a race (of a race)
Carnival they got my body (they got my body)
I can run, they can chase (they can chase)
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cause the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus]
Parisites crawl inside you
Let them come take over you
Feel them run inside of you
I bet that day will break you
You ain't that kind of carnival, baby
Carnival like never before
You ain't the king over all the world, baby
Cuz the whole world ain't got no rule
[chorus: x2]
song performed by by Zug Izland
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Slam
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Well heres another one (what!)
In the gutter one (what!)
Getting running up
Troblesome extra double double I come to feed them
The feed em then I shreed em
So what if that Im cheating.
Now everyone wanna sound (ya) grimey (yeah)
Im gonna show you how come on (all and together now!)
Yeaah, ohh yeaah!
Yeah!
Thats how we gotta be
So stop trying to beat loud as me cause you cant do that
Think about the payoffer so left with an automatic rifle
For last against the lighting last bullets first
On line
Toughest step and a rep and a run rep and a run wreck and a swine
Peace to the brothers on rikers isle
Pumping up a tremple and didnt like his
Criminal lickin buck my eye,
Oh my God Im so high
Just they say a rodney say you like a criminum, what!?
Just they say to make get
Making milliangh, children slam! slam!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Im the mean nasty grease smashing ever slow gashing (ooohh)
Sticky swift blast of the basty
Of the basty basty bast bashing (aaahh)
Then I provide I provide the you was cheat.
Beside the getto five
Mak me feel like jekly and hyde of corse
I come across with no fear
For sure!
Un-adult-erated, un-conformed
Digusted, busted you wanna touch it.
To hot! you forgot, youre not ready
Youre head could get ruptered.
Hit between the eye
I planned the plan alive
Im the plonic sonic
Uh rule with the bads guys
The villian (juu), crooks (uuu), hot midas in confide us
See the big jerk put you look inside us,
My mind, its graphic, expresstic graphic
So kill the cop because its kept all mastic
Directin it, when yall least expected it
And thought it was safe - onyx hit you in the face so,
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
(sticky fingaz)
Im a b-boy
Standin in my b-boy stance
Hurry up and give me the microphone before I bust in my pants
The mad author of anguish
My language, polluted
Onyx is heavyweight (sonsee: and still undisputed!!)
He took the words right out my mouth and walked a mile in my shoes
Ive paid so many dues, I feel used and abused
And im.... so confused
Umm, excuse me, for example
Im the inspiration, for a whole generation
And unless you got 10 sssssticky fingers
Its straight immitation
A figment, of your imagination
But but but but wait it gets worse!!
Im not watered down so Im dyin of thirst
Comin thru wit a scam, a foolproof plan
B-boys make some noise, and just, just slam!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam! duuh duuh duuh, duuh duuh duuh let the boys be boys!
Slam!
song performed by by Onyx
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Slo-Motion Slam
Bust out with somethin' that you never see
Trip out on a kick called reality
You react, oh so typically
You're wasting my time
Lost in a moment
But something that got lost remains in me
Pray for atonement
To save me from the things that I can't see
You can't refuse what I'm giving
And I ain't gonna take it no more!
Shut it up, or put it up
Please be forgiving
For I've sinned in no one's eyes except for you
What you got is not for me
And everything I got you refuse to see
Adjust to see what is true
I really don't want it
And I really don't need it
And I really don't matter
And I really don't care
Slo-motion slam
Break - from all about
Trip - without a doubt
Move - and then you get it so you gotta be good
Stop - and then you want it 'cause they say that you should
Wait - and then pass it 'cause you ain't got the sound
Go - and then you catch on the second time 'round
And then you get it
'Cause you always got to do what you see
And everybody's always trippin'
On the things they can't be
And no one's ever got a moment
But they're wasting my time
And someone's always looking
For the things you can't find
Slo-motion slam
And when you see it don't ever look away
And everybody's livin' in a
Slo-motion slam
Move on and when you get it
Don't ever set it free
And now you know you're livin' in a
Slo-motion slam
Don't give, don't ever give up
Don't ever give in, never give it away
And now you want to live in a
Slo-motion slam, slo-motion slam it
Lies, what you're living
But I refuse to live your life no more
I ain't gonna go away
You made the game but not the rules I play
And I'm declaring it war
You can't refuse what we're giving
And we ain't gonna take it no more
Shout - hallelujah
But there ain't no shout that's gonna save my soul
Screams - echo thru me
It's always in a fight to gain control
We really don't want it
We really don't need it
And it really don't matter and we really don't care
Living, living in a slo-motion slam
They say we can't do it
And they say we ain't supposed to
They say we better not
But we say we don't care
We don't care!
song performed by by Infectious Grooves
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Don't ever slam a door, you might want to go back.
quote by Don Herold
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It's not a slam at you when people are rude-it's a slam at the people they've met before.
quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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It's not a slam at you when people are rude, it's a slam at the people they've met before.
quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald
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Slam Da Funk
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five what you waiting Four if you wanna get
Three three
Two two
One Let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
When the Five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da Flava in my Song
But I really need to known
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
Chorus
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk put it up
( If you got that feeling )
Slam Dunk Da Funk
( Put it up )
You gotta shoot, pass, slam Baby Time to set it off
I'll be up, up away above the Rim and hook a shot
Ally oop Baby, Whoop, there it is and now I got ya
Three seconds left it's just enough for me to rock
Ya now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be a man
With a hea, Yippee, Yo Yippee four quarter slam
Everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
Repeat Chorus
You wanna know what hits you like a Fork lift Truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the Extra
Curricular Ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the Boom shake regular
Five bad Boys, Honey no we don't quit 'til we hit
The Rebound Sound with a Kick
So come on everybody in tune
As I boomshake 'n' Rock a Boody
Gimme Room
Clap your Hands
Stamp your Feet
Push it in, Pull it out to the Beat
Chorus
[Repeat until End]
song performed by by Five
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David Do Not Say That You Are Not A Poet
in terms of
the word written
telling something
that there is something inside you
that clicks
and beats and screams and calms down
like a slam
of a door from someone who decides
finally to leave
in terms of disbelief
about what happens on the day
when you are struck
with sadness
the poems begin to grow in your mind
and they become trees
and trees
are poems and so
be frank to admit now that
you are a poet
lousy or what.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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She Gets One Thought
Tangled and webbed into a vision,
take her soul,
the mission.
Watch her die alittle at a time,
she suffers,
you are fine.
With a smile on your face,
you look on her,
disgrace.....
She cries more and more,
the happiness in you,
soar.......
She pleads with her body,
to keep you with her,
you take, and laugh,
make feelings a blur.
While sick she beckons you to bed,
slam and slam,
not thinking ahead......
Wipe yourself clean,
her eyes glean....
How can you be so mean?
She goes to sleep,
complications,
you are at home,
no thoughts...
more manipulations.
The call you get,
about her death.....
one thought,
one tear....
was all she got.
When you find your soul,
forever she will haunt! ! ! ! !