God Bless The Child
(b. holiday/a. herzog, jr.)
Them thats God shall get
Them thats not shall lose
So the Bible says
And it still is news
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
Thats got his own
Thats got his own
Yeah, the strong gets more
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets dont
Ever make the grade
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
Thats got his own
Thats got his own
Money, youve got lots of friends
Crowdin round the door
When its gone and
Spendin ends
They dont come no more
Rich realations give
A crust of bread and such
You can help yourself
But dont take too much
Momma may have
Poppa may have
But God bless the child
Thats got his own
Thats got his own
song performed by by Diana Ross
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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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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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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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Old Gold Diggin' Geezer
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna have an easy life.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And you think I'm the one gon' give it!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You ain't got a mortgage or a lease on me.
None that we've agreed upon.
And none that you can see.
You ain't got a ring or a title to keep me leashed up tight.
And what you think I've got,
You're not gonna get that close to take a bite!
With or without your teeth behind your 'grill'...
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You just wanna ride in my car.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
And take you to places to feed your greedness.
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Poppa dada poppa.
Poppa dada poppa.
You old gold diggin' geezer!
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
'I thought you said you were a friend to ALL people?
YOU are a fraud.
You ain't even a friend to some! '
Peek a boo doo peek a boo doo,
Peek a boo doo boo!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Poppa Rocks
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way.
Poppa tore it up on the dance floor,
Back in poppa's day!
When poppa use to move and groove,
Other people watched.
Poppa didn't care who stared
When poppa rocked...
The clock didn't stop!
All night long,
Poppa did his thing.
When he did the 'do' he 'don'
You could hear poppa loudly sing!
Now that dusk has caught him rusty...
Poppa's moves are smooth.
But that is poppa and poppa can't be stopped.
When poppa gets the urge...
Poppa wants to rock!
Poppa didn't come to stay,
Standing on the sidelines
To watch others play!
Poppa came to rock!
So get out of poppa's way!
You don't know how poppa rocks....
When poppa rocks his way!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mother or Momma
A mother gives birth, but a momma raises a child.
A mother brags on how smart her child is.
A momma teaches a child how to live.
A mother gives her child a way.
A momma sets her child free.
A mother tells her child she loves him or her.
A momma shows her child that he or she is loved.
Now that you know the difference which one are you; a mother or a momma?
Poppa Dreams
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Your absence brings me to tears,
At night.
I still reach for you,
In sleepless heat.
Yearning to feel completed.
As only you can do!
After you're done screwing poppa.
In submissive climax twitching,
That subdues us into sweat.
Poppa tries to catch his breath...
As we hold together on soaken wet,
Creamed dripped sheets.
And throbbing in
Sighs until we've gone to sleep!
You're wicked!
Poppa dreams.
I still wait for your call,
After all these years.
Poppa dreams.
Poppa aches all day it seems.
Poppa wishes to kiss your lips.
And feel our naked hips,
Lick, dance and thrust!
In touches that passion rushes,
Poppa loves so much!
Poppa wants us to knock boots!
Just like you and poppa did...
At least three times a day or more to do.
Poppa dreams.
All ding dong day and night it seems.
The phone rings.
Poppa don't answer.
Poppa listens to the answering machine.
Poppa knows it's not you.
Poppa knows it's just another fling!
A substitute to do.
That poppa does to do his thing.
Imagining in one more dream...
That poppa has while grinding up,
Against someone else...
With thoughts of you!
Poppa dreams.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Too Poppa Cockish
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
How's that for a little ego dipping?
I had thought of King of Poems.
But that is a bit eccentric,
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
I want to be the first poet,
To be declared an artist.
How's that for trips?
Perhaps...
Too poppa cockish.
But undebatebly...
True.
Even I have to admit,
The pretension level is there!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
I do,
Believe...
In me!
Too poppa cockish.
Yes I'm too poppa cockish!
Maybe too poppa cockish.
But I do,
Believe...
In me!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Love My Momma
[Snoop]
Momma.. MOMMA..
I love my momma
I LOVE MY MOMMA..
Through all the drama..
Momma.. MOMMA..
I love my momma
Check it out
[singer]
The first one to hold me (yeah)
The first one to scold me (yes-o)
You never cease to teach me
And always try to reach me (momma..)
Took me to school the first day
Taught me how to kneel
song performed by by Snoop Dogg from No Limit: Top Dogg
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Your Poppa's Pooped
Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
Beginning to feel the strain,
From the same campaigns.
And up and down the river,
The pollution still flows.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Wishing to maintain and not lose gains.
But the problems do exist and it's a mind drain.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
Maybe in a minute after I get a snooze...
Your poppa will play,
And you'll have your way.
But...
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
'But daddy...? '
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
'But daddy...? '
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
'But daddy...? '
Hoping that tomorrow will bring a new day,
But those with moping faces got their frowns on display.
'But daddy...? '
Go away my child,
Your poppa's pooped.
And a snooze is overdue.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Matrimony
Well, Im saving this dress for my wedding day
Momma wouldnt have it any other way
She says when she married, her waist was twenty three
I guess Ill never wear it anyway
I dont believe I care to marry
Though I cannot explain exactly why
It somehow seems to me that matrimony is misery
Simply a faster way to die
Im saving all my money for my wedding day
You know my momma wouldnt have it any other way
She says when she married, she didnt have a dime
But I guess Ill spend that money some other way
Because I dont believe I care to marry
Though I cannot explain exactly why
It somehow seems to me that matrimony is misery
Simply a faster way to die
Well, Im saving my best thing for my wedding day
Because my poppa wouldnt have it any other way
He says if I lose it early, Ill have thrown my life away
But I swear Ill use my cherry my own way
I dont believe I care to marry
Though I cannot explain exactly why
It somehow seems to me that matrimony is misery
Simply a faster way to die.
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Shame Will Come and Overstay Its Visit
Each time I tell you don't do it...
You do it with a daring of creative attempts.
What makes you 'think'...
Poppa is blind to your lies?
There is no wall you hide behind!
And even if there was...
Your head is thicker with a slickness,
You do not believe I can not see through.
Poppa knows you better than you know yourself.
And there is a lot about 'you',
That is in need of self examination!
Yes!
Don't look at me as if your innocence is being tested.
I made those same moves in grade school.
And a whole lot smoother too!
An if you think your lies...
Will pass by poppa's ears and eyes undetected,
You are a bigger fool than the fool I suspected.
Poppa didn't decide to awaken one day to become wise.
Poppa has lived to observe and learn...
Not to lie.
Because a lie will detach you from integrity.
And without integrity...
You have no dignity or identity to claim.
Shame will come an overstay its visit!
And you...
Will have nothing else to do,
But accept regret!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Good Golly Miss Molly
Good golly miss molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When youre rockin and a rollin cant hear your momma call.
From the early early mornin till the early early night
You can see miss molly rockin at the house of blue lights.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When youre rockin and a rollin cant hear your momma call.
Well, now momma, poppa told me: son, you better watch your step.
If I knew my momma, poppa, have to watch my dad myself.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When youre rockin and a rollin cant hear your momma call.
I am going to the corner, gonna buy a diamond ring.
Would you pardon me if its a nineteen carat golden thing.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When youre rockin and a rollin cant hear your momma call.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
Good golly, miss molly, sure like to ball.
When youre rockin and a rollin cant hear your momma call.
song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Statesboro Blues
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low;
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve baby, to turn uncle john from your door.
I woke up this morning, I had them statesboro blues,
I woke up this morning, had them statesboro blues.
Well, I looked over in the corner, and grandpa seemed to have them too.
Well my momma died and left me,
My poppa died and left me,
I aint good looking baby,
Want someone sweet and kind.
Im goin to the country, baby do you wanna go?
But if you cant make it baby, your sister lucille said she wanna go.
(and I sure will take her).
I love that woman, better than any woman Ive ever seen;
Well, I love that woman, better than any woman Ive ever seen.
Well, now, she treat me like a king, yeah, yeah, yeah,
I treat her like a dog gone queen.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
Wake up momma, turn your lamp down low.
You got no nerve babe, to turn uncle john from your door.
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Fresh Air For My Mama
So say one and so say all
Say what you gotta say
Or dont say nothing at all
You been tossin and turnin through soft sticky nights
While the bronx below you fights to stay alive
So say one and so say all
Be what you gotta be
Or dont be nothing at all
Be gracious to your mother
When you leave this neighbourhood
The change is going to do her good
Next to me you look bad
'cos there aint no fresh air for my momma, my momma
But the drop is shear
When you break away
Take me away
Its just about time to hit the road
And say
You gotta believe in something
Its easy to see
My God is fading away
So pick up your Bible and pray for me
Were all alone in the darkness
But our eyes are wide open
We dont see nothing
And our hands are tied
To the railings of the bowery
And the humid city slickers
So say one and so say all
We had a lot to say
And we said it all
The cost of living in dreams
Is rising like a crime wave
The american way of dying
And it gets you every time
And it looks like its got to my momma
My momma
May she rest in peace
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Pop LeRoc
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With poppa!
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
With green peppers too!
To move in the groove,
With pop the rocker!
Come on and eat...
Tasty pasta with me.
Pop LeRoc!
Your poppa.
Let's make a feast,
By putting pieces...
Of some lox on top.
And then for fun,
We'll order pizza...
So very nice and hot!
That's what we'll do.
Before this night is through.
Rock with pop the rocker!
Gonna rock with your poppa.
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
Comeon and eat some pasta,
With your poppa...
Pop LeRoc!
To get the mood...
Like you know you want to!
And rock,
With your poppa!
That's what we can do.
Before this night is through.
There's no ticking clock,
Around your poppa!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Your Poppa Don't Mind
Give it a word, give it a try
Why don't you sleep out, stop living high
You're on your own, your making ?bed?
Now time for wasting, just look ahead
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He's got a reputation and he don't know ?fad?
Your poppa don't mind at all
He's getting old, he's getting late
It's soon tomorrow, so celebrate
Bring it out, and go to town
Before you're thinking/faking, ?sell him now?
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He don't believe in heaven like a good man should
Your poppa don't mind at all
Find him out, he's half a fun
When you find out, don't try to run
If you know, then you'll be gone
And if you don't know, it's still to come
Your poopa don't mind what you do or say
You can't surprise him anymore
He talked about his women and his old school ?tie?
Your poppa don't mind at all
You can't surprise him anymore
He don't believe in heaven like a good man should
Your poppa don't mind at all
Your poppa don't mind at all
Your poppa don't mind at all
song performed by by Supertramp
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It's The Truth Within All Of Us That Grows
'Poppa...
What's reality? '
Come here, sweet baby!
'Oooowww!
That hurt.
Why did you pinch me, poppa?
Why? '
Did you feel it, honey?
'Yes!
And it hurt too.'
That's reality.
Something you know exists!
Something you can feel.
And if it affects you...
In a way that gets your attention,
With the agreement of others...
Without debate,
You are close to it!
'But still, poppa!
WHAT is reality? '
See this look poppa has?
'Yeah!
It's scaring me.'
You feel anything?
'You don't want me to ask you again, right? '
And I didn't touch you, did I?
That's part of reality as well.
You will learn the difference...
Trust me.
You will learn!
It's the truth within all of us that grows.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Please Stop Teasing Poppa
I ain't no bed hopper,
But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But poppa is the one to please your need!
I ain't no bed hopper,
But poppa knows what to do,
In the bed.
I may be older but I smoulder,
And I'll rock your pretty head!
Don't you test me!
When I get turned on,
It wont be for long to feel the heat!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But poppa is the one to please your need!
I know you're teasing poppa,
But please stop teasing poppa...
When he sleeps!
That heated furnace needs a bit of peace!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was born
late in December when winter
takes away the warm
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember when I was in my teens
with long curly hair
and bell bottom jeans
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma it wasn't long ago
you where working in your yard
planting fresh flowers
you use to work so hard
now you can't make your flowers grow
OH no Oh no
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember the day I was wed
let no man put asunder
is what the preacher said
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember my one and only son
born one day after your birthday
that's when his life begun
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember
Momma do you remember, Me?
I wrote this about a year before my Mom died of Alzheimer's
wondering I guess what might jog her memory when she forgot me
thinking if I reminded her of important things in my life that are considered mile stones of my life.
My Mom passed in July 2011 not knowing me.
© 2012 Marcus Goodman
poem by Marcus Goodman
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