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Their Gifts

the first child boasts of his gift from his papa
a remote controlled toy car
the second cannot be outdone with his
toy gun with matching laser
the third shows his toy chopper
still on remote control
the fourth one says her mama
simply told her
that she loves him very much

his jealous eyes crave for the toy car,
the toy gun, the chopper,
and he is sad, thinking that his mama
has no gift for him

except love.
just love? he is so sad.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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That's All Right

Well that's all right mama,
That's all right for you.
Yeh that's all right mama,
Just anyway you do.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Well mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too.
Son that gal you're fooling with,
She ain't no girl for you.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
I'm leaving town baby,
I'm leaving town for sure,
Then you won't be bothered
With me hanging round your door.
That's all right,
That's all right.
Yeh that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Well that's all right mama,
Yeah that's all right for you.
That's all right mama,
Just anyway you do.
That's all right,
That's all right,
That's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Dee dee dee dee dee dee,
Da da dee dee dee,
Da da dee dee dee,
I need your loving.
That's all right.
Well that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.
Yeh that's all right my mama,
Anyway you do.

song performed by by Beatles
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I Love My India

La la……la la… lalallala……..
Lala……lala……lallalalaa…

I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India

I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India

I love my teachers,
I love my friends,
But most of all,
I love my brother.

I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India

I love my books
I love my plays
But most of all,
I love my cycle

I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India

I love my country
I love my brothers
I love my sisters
But most of all,
I love my family

I love my Papa,
I love my Mama,
But most of all,
I love My India
I love my India aaaa
Aaaa ho ho ho

Thank you

poem by I.p. Gopikrishnan Pisharody
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Tell Me Again

Tell me again papa,
Of how my life was taken, .
Tell me again papa of how reality was shaken.

Tell me again mama,
Of how my life ended.
Tell me again mama,
Of how my human instincts faded.

Tell me again papa,
Of how I took my true form.
tell me again papa,
About the blackness of the storm.

Tell me again mama,
Of how you teet sunk into my skin.
tell me again mama,
Of how I came to win.

Tell me again papa,
About the pain that gave me forever.
Tell me again pap,
Of how you made me so clever.

Tell me again mama,
Of all the time we have to share in our own empire.
tell me again mama,
Oh how I became a vampire.

poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Always On The Run

My mama said
That your life is a gift
And my mama said
There's much weight you will lift
And my mama said
Leave those bad boys alone
And my mama said
Be home before the dawn
And my mama said
You can be rich or poor
But my mama said
You can be big or small

But I'm always on the run

song performed by by Lenny Kravitz from Mama Said
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God Bless This Child

Billie Holiday / Arthur Herzog Jr.
Them that's got shall get
Them that's not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don't ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Money, you've got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When you're gone, spending ends
They don't come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But don't take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that's got his own
That's got his own
He just worry 'bout nothin'
Cause he's got his own

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Mama Mama

I can feel the magic
Suddenly its all around
I can see it clearly
I can even hear the sound
Its all so new to me
Im not the same
If this is love
Then youre to blame
Mama mama when you look at me
I see love in your eyes
Mama mama softly sweet tender love in your eyes
You are all I live for
Maybe thats enough to say
And youre the one I wrote this song for
Everywhere and everyway
Its all so new to me
Im not the same
Its words I feel
But cant explain
Mama mama when you look at me
I see love in your eyes
Mama mama softly sweet tender love in your eyes
Mama mama, mama mama
I really love you
I really need you
Mama mama, mama mama
I really need you mama
I really love you mama

song performed by by Chicago
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Kyrie, mass in c. k 427, Mozart

Papa is dead.
He is following mama.
His coffin is white
And shiny
Very much like
That of mama

In kyrie
The soprano
Sings for papa
In the church
For his last
Day today.

All seems to be white.
Pure, o they were
Purely in love

When they were
Alive, they always
Quarrel, papa kicks
Mama and mama
Bites him in return

They seem not to
Endure each other’s
Presence and each
Would want to
Kill each other.

Mama died first
And papa takes
Her picture and
Keeps it in his
Pocket and he
(mind you)
cries all night

papa loved mama
mama loved papa
after all.

Listen to the song
Of kyrie
Amadeus Mozart

A hymn for the
Dead who cannot endure
Each other when
They were once alive.

Until now, it is something
That I cannot understand.

I listen to kyrie
The soprano taking us to the tip of the mountain
Her human voice
Topping my puzzlement of it all

Why in death, why after death,
We realize the person that we miss

When he is gone, we say we love him most.

Papa loved mama after all
We loved papa after all.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Remote Control

Things get hectic quick
From the satellite dish to your joy stick
Its the night of the living cable box
Wires coming up from around the block
Remote control to change the station
But that wont change your situation
Have you seen what I mean
Im the little gnome thats in your dreams
So I say this rhyme built by design
To take you beyond space and time
Said who is the man making diamonds out of coal
The man pushing buttons on remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Until your backs up against the wall
You never know yourself that much at all
So youve got to share your love with a friend
Thats all that youve got left in the end
Living in this city of pure confusion
People misled by their own illusion
All this action, no satisfaction
Were all linked together like a chain reaction
Play or fold, love is bold
What is the future that will unfold?
Some like it hot, others like it cold
But we all want to hold the remote control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Remote I want control
Things get hectic quick
All of the sudden Im in the thick
Too much drama all around
Distractions booming in sensuround
Like a rainy days earth wont sit still
Sliding on down a hill
Sometimes life it seems to stall
So never be ungrateful yall
So I got a little something for your pay per view
Like don king Ive got the crazy hair do
Weve got cameras on mars on space patrol
Controlled on earth by remote control
Go to top

song performed by by Beastie Boys
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Got To Know The Woman

I just met a woman on my way home
She just blew my mind
My heart was a-pumpin
I mean all the way home
Got to know the woman
Whoa I got to know the woman
I love the way you move
You make-a make me feel like a man
(you know you make me make me feel like a man)
Love the way youre lookin
You look like you like it, too
(you know you look like you like it, too)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
If you feel the feel I feel
Haha you dig the feel of me
(you know you look like you dig feelin me)
Love the way you feel dear
Ah, you make a make a man out of me
(you make you make a man out of me)
Come on
Come on come on and do the chicken
I mean ah ha ha ha ha ha
Baby, Im gonna tell you somethin right now
You got so much soul you blow my mind
Oh baby
Theres just one thing I want to say
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
Ooooooooooo
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to got to got to got to know the woman
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(got to know the woman)
(mama mama mama mama oom mow mow)
(oh yeah! yeah!)

song performed by by Beach Boys
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God Bless The Child

Billie holiday / arthur herzog jr.
Them thats got shall get
Them thats not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Yes, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets dont ever make the grade
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Money, youve got lots of friends
Crowding round the door
When youre gone, spending ends
They dont come no more
Rich relations give
Crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But dont take too much
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
Mama may have, papa may have
But God bless the child thats got his own
Thats got his own
He just worry bout nothin
Cause hes got his own

song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Thats All Right, Mama

(words & music by arthur crudup)
Well, thats all right, mama
Thats all right for you
Thats all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
son, that gal your foolin with,
She aint no good for you
But, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do
Im leaving town, baby
Im leaving town for sure
Well, then you wont be bothered with
Me hanging round your door
Well, thats all right, thats all right.
Thats all right now mama, anyway you do

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Mama Told Me Not To Come

Want some whiskey in your water?
Sugar in your tea?
Whats all these crazy questions theyre askin me?
This is the craziest party that could ever be
Dont turn on the lights cause I dont wanna see
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come
She said that aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, son
Open up the window, let some air into this room
I think mommas chocking from the smell of stale perfume
And the cigarette youre smoking about to scare me half to death
Open up the window, let me catch my breath
Some radio is blastin
Someones knockin at the door
Im lookin at my girlfriend
She just passed out on the floor
Ive seen so many things
I aint never seen before
Dont know what it is
I dont wanna see no more
Mama told me not to come
Mama told me not to come (mama told me)
She said that aint the way to have fun, no (no, no)
That aint the way to have fun, son
Mama told me, mama told me
Mana told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (mama told me not to come)
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, no, son
That aint the way to have fun, son (mama told me)
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me, mama told me
Mama told me not to come (mama told me not to come)
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun, son
That aint the way to have fun (oh no, no)...

song performed by by Tom Jones
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That's All Right Mama

Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

song performed by by Paul McCartney
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That's All Right

Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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That's Alright Mama

Well, that's all right, mama
That's all right for you
That's all right mama, just anyway you do
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
Mama she done told me,
Papa done told me too
'Son, that gal your foolin' with,
She ain't no good for you'
But, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do
I'm leaving town, baby
I'm leaving town for sure
Well, then you won't be bothered with
Me hanging 'round your door
Well, that's all right, that's all right.
That's all right now mama, anyway you do

song performed by by Elvis Presley
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What my mama utters in her deathbed

She is dying of diabetes, all her organs
Malfunctioning
On sugared complications,
Except some portions of her brain
Still asking questions,

Where is Leonora?
She is in the office mama still working
And where is Betty?
She is on your bedside mama and she is crying
Why? Is she sad? Did she pay her debts to the china man?
And where is Marcelino? Mama he is in Nigeria working
On a foreign ship and he has no way of coming,
his company is
Not allowing him to take his leave,
But his wife is here.
I don’t want her here

Who are you? Mama, I am Ric your son,
I am your favorite, don’t you
Remember me anymore?
Hold my hand; I am seeing some ghosts of your grandpa and grandma
And they hated me, hold my hand and hug me, I am cold, get me a blanket
And where is your papa? Mama, papa will be coming in a minute, but he
Is still drunk, but he loves you mama,

Who are you?
I do not know you; I was never a part of your dreams,
Leave me.

Mama, I am holding you, you are not cold you are warm,
Mama, just sleep

And she goes away just like that, sleeping on a travel, just like that,
And Betty cries,

Did she love her? Did he also love her?

when she died, some of us were there,
but i know she would have been happier left alone
to figure out
death herself

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Felicdad (Miami Ocean Drive)

Only Margherita love like America
Only Margherita move like the Mardi Gras.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
in my pyjama.
My imagination carry my mind away
Only Margherita feel like a holiday.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
Felicidad
And I can't help but feeling this way
You're the one who can change my tomorrow toda
Felicidad
Won't you ride on the wings of my fantasy
And this summersong will last a whole life long.
Only Margherita love like America
Only Margherita take me to shangri-la.
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
. . .
Felicidad
. . .
Mama
mama
mama
oh mama
Mama
mama
oh mama
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you wanna
You wanna
oh mama
you wild madonna
Mama
oh mama
now mama
Come tell me that you
. . .
Felicidad

song performed by by Boney M.
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God Bless The Child

Written by Billie Holiday
Then that's got shall get,
them that's not shall loose,
so the Bible said and it still is news.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Well the strong gets more,
while the weak ones fade,
empty pokets don't ever make the grade.
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.
Money, you've got lots of friends
crowding round your door
when it's gone and spending ends
they don't come round no more
Rich relations give
crusts of bread and such
you can help yourself
but don't take too much
Mama may have, papa may have,
but God bless the child that's got his own,
that's got his own.

song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Sweet Mama

Orbison / melson
Sweet mama, come love me, sweet mama, come hug me, sweet mama, I want your love
Sweet mama, come hold me, sweet mama, dont scold me, sweet mama, I need your love
Sweet mama, I love you mama, come squeeze me, I know you wanna
Sweet mama, sweet mama, sweet mama, I need your love
Sweet mama, youre fine, sweet mama, I know youre mine, sweet mama, I love your love
Sweet mamas like candy, my mamas a real jam candy, sweet mama, sweet mama
Sweet mama, oh come on sweet mama, sweet mama, come on honey, sweet mama

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Mama Coco

Mama coco hey youre lookin heavy
Mama coco ho youre lookin good
Mama coco yes Ive been getting hungry
Mama coco feed me woman food
I dont have fancy shacks or multi-colored cadillacs
But I have three months of loneliness
So mama have a drink relax
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco
Mama coco such anticipation
Mama coco mam youre blowin my mind
Mama coco Im just a male caucasian
Mama coco Im virgin to your kind
Now dont get paranoid
I aint a horny little mongoloid
All I wanna have is a little bit of love and joy
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco
Mama mama so glad to have you here
I love you mama coco

song performed by by Gino Vanelli
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