Im A Marionette
youre so free, thats what everybodys telling me
Yet I feel Im like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugee
Somethings wrong, got a feeling that I dont belong
As if I had come from outer space, out of place, like king kong
Im a marionette, just a marionette, pull the string
Im a marionette, everybodys pet, just as long as I sing
Im a marionette, see my pirouette, round and round
Im a marionette, Im a marionette, just a silly old clown
Like a doll, like a puppet with no will at all
And somebody told me how to talk, how to walk, how to fall
Cant complain, Ive got no-one but myself to blame
Somethings happening I cant control, lost my hold, its insane!
Im a marionette, just a marionette, pull the string
Im a marionette, everybodys pet, just as long as I sing
Im a marionette, see my pirouette, round and round
Im a marionette, Im a marionette, just a silly old clown
look this way, just a little smile, is what they say
youll look better on the photograph if you laugh, thats okay
Im a marionette, just a marionette, pull the string
Im a marionette, everybodys pet, just as long as I sing
Im a marionette, see my pirouette, round and round
Im a marionette, Im a marionette, just a silly old clown
youre so free, thats what everybodys telling me
Yet I feel Im like an outward-bound, pushed around, refugee
song performed by by ABBA
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Episode 666
Welcome here, the squirrel-wheel begins
fasten the left hand belts
Remember not to think too much
and your trip will be numbingly pleasant
Non-caring is the easiest way
but to secure a passage to the 2nd plane
you have to complete level one
Their dead-smile lips turn on their TV
while urban gravestones scrape the skies
Rising over marionette cities and marionette skies
This is episode 666
destination chaos
Each and all an actor blind
song performed by by In Flames
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Glissando of the Marionette's Strings
Impasse the futile grounds
A contorted plane by a contortionist
And a dancer the city crowned
A marionette played the optimist
Who breathe but does not live
Must she resign this grief?
Detest all that she believed?
End the direst and seek "what if? "
Docile plastic limbs are stringed
Steady your temporal haggling
Take this marionette under your wings
Underneath a promising coaxing
poem by Norman Santos
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The Collective: The Marionette in a Yellow Dress
She sat on the chiffonier
Behind the glazed walls
Her lifeless eyes rover
About the gamines' rise and fall
In a mimicry of maneuvers
She yearn for her to be hauled
Her regal and inert grace is
Reserved with her melancholic reveries
Thawing the quintessence of her bliss
Whilst in the playhouse's heraldries
And when the pang of jealousy kiss
The strings will tangle with her maladies
Oh! Marionette in a sun dress
Rest those stiff smile and unfurl
What lies behind the curled tresses
And synthetic rouges and smile of pearl
Surmount a leg from your duress
And sever the laces of your world
Zither a string, a marionette fall
Into a ring—winter, spring, summer and fall
poem by Norman Santos
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How ridiculous I was as a Marionette! And how happy I am, now that I have become a real boy!
quote by Carlo Collodi
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They had me doing Beach Boys remakes and all that. I was basically a marionette.
quote by Leif Garrett
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The Marionette
The marionette
Dances as it dangles down
From the plastic thread.
The hand commands it to move
With nimble fingers
And long-practiced maneuvers.
The hanging puppet
Sways in the sky, paralyzed
And helpless—playing pretend.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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The Marionettes Of Distant Masters
A pianist dreams that he's hired by a wrecking company to
ruin a piano with his fingers . . .
On the day of the piano wrecking concert, as he's
dressing, he notices a butterfly annoying a flower in his window
box. He wonders if the police should be called. Then he thinks
maybe the butterfly is just a marionette being manipulated by
its master from the window above.
Suddenly everything is beautiful. He begins to cry.
Then another butterfly begins to annoy the first butterfly.
He again wonders if he shouldn't call the police.
But, perhaps they are marionette-butterflies? He thinks
they are, belonging to rival masters seeing whose butterfly can
annoy the other's the most.
And this is happening in his window box. The Cosmic
Plan: Distant Masters manipulating minor Masters who, in turn,
are manipulating tiny butterfly-Masters who, in turn, are
manipulating him . . . A universe webbed with strings!
Suddenly it is all so beautiful; the light is strange . . .
Something about the light! He begins to cry . . .
poem by Russell Edson
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I was very much in my room with my marionette stage, you know, creating these incredibly boring things that I felt were so fascinating, and forcing my relatives to come, and charging money for them to see my little productions.
quote by Bob Balaban
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A Puppet
What if a strung up doll hated its life
And every part of what
It stood for
But couldn't escape because if it cut all
Strings attached
A puppet
Would no longer be worth watching.
A puppet
Would merely
Be a doll with useless marionette strings
Hanging from its sides
It would be nothing to watch
Nothing to see
Nothing to be
But
A puppet.
Without anything.
poem by Emily Hunt
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Pilgrimage
Am I a pilgrim or a wayfarer
in this sanctum or a sanatorium?
Dear mom I was a prisoner for nine months
in your safe waterlogged womb.
But still I cannot swim in the deep seas.
The thorny crown and the cross too heavy for me.
I am only a puppet in the marionette
and somebody draws me here and there.
I am almost tired,
please let it be a freehand
and a freestyle race
without any restrictions.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Lyrical Hold, A Million Dollars Story, Danced by a Marionette
the manipulating privilege of possession
is all yours
i do not prevent my undue bending knee
but, place it where it is forced
enclose in its captivity
are swan like performances
dancing as a Marionette
flowing in a air of blood stained counted measurements
with graceful silent nightmares of custom influences
raw shaking wings can not
take to heavenly Flight
but are now cursed and weaken
by Celebrity like demonic god, admirers
hovering over a lifeless non-moving string puppet
pull me this way, and i lift my arm
wiggle me this way
and i will, scream out no alarm
dress me as, cute as a clown
hand on back, neck held straight
and i will certainly dance it your way
lyric to lyric, cheek to cheek
held in a million dollar captivity
for not one single soul to see
poem by Verlecia fields
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Art of Puppet
Wear the mask
Silence the mouth
Pick up the pace
And save your grace
Carefully walk
Blended with dark
Sense in the skin
Use your instinct
Hand string pair
No breath in air
Feel the melody
Loose the body
The glance of head
The simple act
The rhythm play
The journey tale
Express mimics
Shadow light magic
Broken marionette
Heart’s facet
Clumsy clown
In circus town
Forgotten toys
A moment of dream
Master’s tool
Obey his goal
Eyes have soul
But frozen freedom
So take a bow
Don’t make to slow
The curtain’s call
The death of doll
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Puppet Man
[Backup girls voices]
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
Puppet man
Puppet ma-an
[Enter Jones Vocals]
Baby, Baby you know it's true
I'm a puppet just for you
I'll do any little thing you say
I wouldn't have it any other way
Take my heart and take my soul
I'm givin' you complete control
If you wanna see me do my thing, Baby pull my string Huh, yea
[Backup Girls next section]
Puppet man, puppet man-an
[enter Jones]
Baby, Baby, I'm your sweet pet
I'm just your personal marionette
Wind me up and let me go
Don't you know I'm a one man show?
Raise your finger and I'll perform
I'll crack a jack till' the crack a dawn
If you wanna see me do my thing, baby pull my string
[alternates between Jones and backup girls]
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-ba-na-na-na
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[backup girls]
Puppet man, puppet ma-an
[Enter Jones]
Baby, Baby I'm warning you, satisfaction guaranteed
Anytime you feel uptight
I'm at your service morning noon or night
I do whatcha' want me to
Cause I'm a puppet just for you
But if you wanna see me do my thing
Baby pull my string
[Alternates between backup girls and Jones]
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa-pu-pa
Shna- na-na-na-na-na-na
Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na
[Jones finishes]
Puppet man
Baby, I'm your puppet man
Ya I might even...
If you pull my string
I'll do anything
Baby, baby I'm your puppet man
Can't do anything unless ya pull my string
Love ya, Love ya, Love ya, Love ya!
Down deep in your soul
Do anything, I might even love you
Wow-oh
[FADE]
song performed by by Tom Jones
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In The Beating Shade
Saying the séance to the séance
Says with all of the will of a marionette
Propped as a doll
Against the sea—she will come and she
Will lull,
And the moon will pull her up against
The sky scrapers for a better view—
If it is his wish—
A silver knight will see her there—
A silver fish in a silver dish—
And the airplanes spinning around her,
Silver-winged mobile in the swelter
Of the paraffin sun—
And she will slink and pray and hold her
Head between her hands
And think about all of the time that
She lost-
Or she will yawn, and there will be no more
Time for the narcolepsies of such pretty things:
And she will cast off all of her beauties
And sleep open mouthed in the beating shade.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Almost Heartless
The paper is incarcerated
In the redolence of tobacco
Yet, I brave the spangling wine
Running down the temples
To pull a marionette
Inebriated by the bedlam
Shackled in these pillars
Of security where I curl up
Like a marred moth
And lazily putrefy,
Haplessly flapping wings,
Ripping the gilded strings
And becoming a garden
For perfidious butterflies
And I vied, tried, groveled
Swallowing the soldering pride
Dispensing the heart
And claiming the magnitude
Of this quake, of a mistake
A heart breaks,
Another gamble lost
As the cards burned
Before my fingers.
poem by Norman Santos
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Optimistic
Flies are buzzing around my head
Vultures circling the dead
Picking up every last crumb
The big fish eat the little ones
The big fish eat the little ones
Not my problem give me some
You can try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)
This one's optimistic
This one went to market
This one just came out of the swamp
This one dropped a payload
Fodder for the animals
Living on an animal farm
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
(x2)
I'd really like to help you man
I'd really like to help you man.....
Nervous messed up marionette
Floating around on a prison ship
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
The best you can is good enough
If you try the best you can
If you try the best you can
Dinosaurs roaming the earth (x3)
song performed by by Radiohead
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The Hypnotist
Mesmerize my senses with a nonsense
That brings the nervous sleep, the anxious trance,
By the snap of your fingers. If, perchance,
You can navigate past my mind's defense,
Destroy it. Let resolution commence
In a pendulous, therapeutic stance.
Suggest my movements, make me sing and dance
As your marionette. My strings are tense.
Be my hypnotist and then captivate
My oscillating moods and behaviors.
Swing my will to the magnetic orbit
Of your swooping watch, so I'll gravitate
To you, my psychosomatic savior,
As I tread through the unconscious gauntlet.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Cau Sloncek
Little white lines will take your life
You smoke some stuff and try to ease your mind
Drown in booze your gonna lose
The stakes are your life when you try to pay those dues
You've got him breathing down your neck
And soon you'll see your just a marionette
Who pulls the strings
Who makes you do those things
Who pulls the strings
Who makes you do those things
You think your free but these chains you cannot see
They're wrapped tight on you and they never let you be
Sins desire will take you down to the fire
But God's the only one who can stop the twisted liar
song performed by by Zmelkoow
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What is a Horse?
What is a horse?
A horse has eyes as dainty as a mink.
The grace is interrupted merely by a blink.
A horse is beauty.
What is a horse?
A horse is a tree in a storm that never goes down.
A horse is a weathered rock that stays around.
A horse is ancient.
What is a horse?
A horse waltzes like breeze over rivers.
She curvets and leaps like rain shivers.
A horse is a marionette.
What is a horse?
A horse is determination, that never stops flowing.
A horse is fondness, that never stops growing.
A horse is poetic power.
poem by Lily Whittaker
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Romance is Dead © 17/5/09
Romance is dead
It fell to the ground
With a bullet in its head
It was a cold blooded killer
That pulled the trigger
While the children played
In the park, on the swings
Poor Romance went down
Without a sound, Without a fight
It didn't stand a chance
Noone came to the funeral
It was shown up for what it was
Big Businesses Marionette
which lay beneath the soil
Along with Romeo and Juliet
It never lived happily every after
In careless abandonment
It chose instead
To die beside Heathcliff
On a dampened bed
By Scott L. Daniels
poem by Scott Daniels
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