Fluffhead
Fluffhead was a man
With a horrible disease
Could not find no cure
Wont you help him if you please?
Fluff came to my door / fluff came to new york (two parts)
Askin me for change
His eyes were clear and pure
But his mind was so deranged
Fluff went to a banker
Askin for some bills
The banker said, I aint got that
But I sure got some powerful pills.
song performed by by Phish
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Fluff Seekers
Fluff seekers know where to go,
To get their daily fix.
And those wishing to get their reality,
Straight up with no chaser...
Like to remain sober as long as possible.
Although their activity may not be received,
As popular.
And today...
People can not seem to get enough fluff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Giving Eye Contact
If I appeared here,
To fill your ears with fluff...
You wouldn't hear a word,
I had to say!
Since the fluff stuff you believe,
Protects you from experiencing...
A brusing done to your ego.
And I am clearly not in masquerade.
Already...
Without one word I utter,
You are prepared to be afraid.
Although you are the one that struts around.
And I am the one giving eye contact.
Without one dropp of sweat to be found.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Thorns And Thick Brush
Sometimes there is a reason why
Fluff rises to the top
Thorns and thick brush on paths
Can be a bit too much
To endure to secure
A clearing that provides
Undeniable understanding
That comes to strip one
From a fantasized past
And expected fluff
Entertains the senses
Rushed by an overflowing of reality
Pricking nerves seeking to be sedated
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Call That Vanity
I remember once being told I was nothing but fluff.
With a life that would lead to nothing,
Because I was not made of the right stuff.
And purposely I see these folks.
And keep my mouth close shut.
Since most of them are limping with canes,
If not laying flat on their butts!
And I am happy and glad my stuff is fluff.
With a still muscled butt that allows my strut!
And please by all means,
Call that vanity!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Big Hunk O Love
(words & music by aaron schroeder and sid wyche)
Hey baby, I aint askin much of you
No no no no no no no no baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o love will do
Dont be a stingy little mama
Youre bout to starve me half to death
Well you can spare a kiss or two and
Still have plenty left, no no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o love will do
Youre just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well I aint greedy baby
All I want is all you got, no no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o love will do
I got wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbits foot round my wrist
You know Id have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If youd give me just one sweet kiss, no no no no no no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o love will do
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Big Hunk O Love
Hey baby, I aint askin much of you
No no no no no no no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big a big a big a hunka love will do
Dont be a stingy little mama
Youre bout to starve me half to death
Now you can spare a kiss or two
And still have plenty left
Oh no no baby
I aint askin much of you
Just a big a big a big a hunka love will do
Thats right
Youre just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
But I aint greedy baby
All I want is all you got
Oh no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big a big a big a hunka love will do
Thats right
I got a wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbit foot around my wrist
And what a hell of a thing my lucky charms could bring
If you give me just a one sweet kiss
Oh no no no no no no no no
Baby, I aint askin much of you
Just a big a hunka hunka hunka love will do
Just a big a big a big a hunka love will do
Just a big a big a big a hunka love will do
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Brutal
I don't sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff!
When I 've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
Or beat around the bush.
I'm not into fuzzy wuzzy stuff.
Or get cuddly to patch things up!
I don't sauté what I have to say,
With puffed up fluff for you!
When I've had enough...
And the going gets tough,
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
Because you think it's cute...
To use me as a substitute!
I don't bite my lip...
And pretend I'm not pissed!
You try to do me in...
And then you turn around and grin?
Thinking I wont do,
What now you know I can and will...
To you!
Yes...
Your looks could kill,
But I wont be a pig in swill.
I will get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
When games are lame.
And the aim is the same.
Putting my name to shame.
And wanting me to take the blame.
For something I know,
From the start I didn't do?
You think I'm a wimp in a pink tutu?
With a tutti fruiti tattoo on my booty too?
I wont sauté what I say,
With puffed up fluff for you.
When I've had enough...
I get brutal.
I don't offer apple strudel.
I get brutal.
Or chicken soup with noodle.
I get brutal.
I don't sauté what I say,
Or look away...
With my dignity played!
Not me.
Oh no!
You see...
I don't offer fantasy!
I'll give you brutal.
That's all I offer to you,
Is the brutal.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mr. Banker
(ronnie vanzant -- gary rossington)
Mister banker
Mister please, how much does money mean
Won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me
Ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
All i got, lord, is my guitar
But you can have that mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please
Listen to how that sound
I would not be here on my knees
But hey mister banker
It means so much to me
Oh won't you reconsider mister
Won't you do this thing for me
I told you mister
I ain't got no house
Ain't got no car
I got me a 1950 les paul guitar
Won't you take it mister banker
Won't you bury my papa for me
Oh mister banker please
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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As Only a Cuckoo Can Do
And as the cage door opened,
Fluff with feathers flew...
Back to make more obscene appearances.
As only a 'cuckoo' can do!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Here To Conduct Business
Not a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.
I'm here to conduct business.
Not provide safe images,
To allow a giggling...
You've been blinded by immaturity,
To validate a purpose...
As a life that exists.
If you misunderstood me,
To be something else...
That is your perception,
From a life you've been dealt.
I'm here to conduct business.
Not provide safe images.
Nor a fluff do I flow,
With a willowness to interprete...
To be puffed into a whiff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Connection To Others
What I know to be true,
And what you assume to be...
Comes to me by way of experience.
Perhaps your mind needs a flushing,
Of what has been allowed to be...
A corruption of fluff stuff!
You need to be cleared of that desperately.
I used to be deluded when I read cartoons.
But growing up and putting things in perspective...
Showed to me that my environment,
Had a connection to others living on this planet!
And that's when my mind and eyes began to clear,
Of all the debris intentionally stopping a thought process...
I was taught to fear in my head.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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If He Were Alive Today, Mayhap, Mr. Morgan Would Sit on the Midget's Lap
"Beep-beep.
BANKERS TRUST AUTOMOBILE LOAN
You'll find a banker at Bankers Trust"
Advertisement in N.Y. Times
When comes my second childhood,
As to all men it must,
I want to be a banker
Like the banker at Bankers Trust.
I wouldn't ask to be president
Or even assistant veep,
I'd only ask for a kiddie car
And permission to go beep-beep.
The banker at Chase Manhattan,
He bids a polite Good-day;
The banker at Immigrant Savings
Cries Scusi! and Olé!
But I'd be a sleek Ferrari
Or perhaps a joggly jeep,
And scooting around at Bankers Trust,
Beep-beep, I'd go, beep-beep.
The trolley car used to say clang-clang
And the choo-choo said toot-toot,
But the beep of the banker at Bankers Trust
Is every bit as cute.
Miaow, says the cuddly kitten,
Baa, says the woolly sheep,
Oink, says the piggy-wiggy,
And the banker says beep-beep.
So I want to play at Bankers Trust
Like a hippety-hoppety bunny,
And best of all, oh best of all,
With really truly money.
Now grown-ups dear, it's nightie-night
Until my dream comes true,
And I bid you a happy boop-a-doop
And a big beep-beep adieu.
poem by Ogden Nash
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A Big Hunk O' Love (Alternate Take)
Hey baby, I ain't askin' much of you
No no no no no no no no baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do
Don't be a stingy little mama
You're 'bout to starve me half to death
Well you can spare a kiss or two and
Still have plenty left, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do
You're just a natural born beehive
Filled with honey to the top
Well I ain't greedy baby
All I want is all you got, no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do
I got wishbone in my pocket
I got a rabbit's foot 'round my wrist
You know I'd have all the things these lucky charms could bring
If you'd give me just one sweet kiss, no no no no no no no
Baby, I ain't askin' much of you
Just a big-a big-a hunk o' love will do
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Would You Believe It?
One year ago I wished that I
A banker great might be
With a hundred million dollars
And financial majesty;
A mighty Wall Street banker
With a whopping lot of power
And an income of somewhere around
A thousand plunks per hour;
A solid Wall Street banker
With securities in sacks
And with clever men to show me
How to pay no income tax;
A wealthy Wall Street banker
Who raked in cash like hay;
I wished that just a year ago—
And I wish the same today.
poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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Where Are You Now
Maybe I took for granted
Youd be around
To pick me up on my way down
I thought my feet were planted
Firmly on the ground
til one day my whole world came unwound
And like a ball of yarn
Kept neatly on a spool
You held the life together
Of this broken-hearted fool
And what once was the exception
Now seems to be the rule
And theres a burnin question
A fire in my mind
You always had the answers
The ones I couldnt find
So all Im askin
Is where are you now?
What father time would sell me
Id take it all
If only youd come back around
But then if time should spell me
Well I might take the call
But theres no way of knowin where Im bound
So here comes another
Fine mess Ive got into
And if I knew which way to turn
Id still turn to you
So if everything is said and done
What am I supposed to do?
And thats the burnin question
On fire in my mind
You always had the answers for me
Time after time
So all Im askin
Is where are you now?
All Im askin
Is where are you now?
song performed by by Clint Black
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New York Times
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Cars choking your child to death
But you dont wanna see
Cause you only think about yourself
How blind can you be
New york poor new york
Sniper on the rooftop new york
New york poor new york
Not fit for a dog in new york
Everybody bites on the big apple
Leave the hungry in tears
But no one gives a damn no one really cares
How they feel theyre just paper people not real
You need a gun to walk into new york
Now youre broke and youre out on a ledge
Who can help you this time
Now youre down to your very last cent
Still youre askin me who was your friend
I was your friend
New york poor new york
Who turned the lights out in new york
New york poor new york
Just another blackout in new york
Girl dead on the 26th floor
But no one knew her name
Found her body behind the door
Too young for the game
New york poor new york
Devils in the subway new york
New york poor new york
New york poor new york
Talkin talkin talkin - watch out
Harlem touching midtown new york
New york poor new york
Talkin bout new york new york
Moneys getting tighter new york
Theyre burning the bridges to new york
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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I love raw cookie dough, right out of the tube. The other thing I eat is marshmallow fluff.
quote by Sandra Bullock
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You cannot forge a hammer from featherpod fluff, nor spin spidersilk from precious copper.
I think that freshness and that innocence is something that is missing from a lot of female singers. I'm certainly not denying that I'm young, but I'm not fluff.
quote by Jessica Simpson
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Ill Make Your Bed
Im not the kind of girl that married dear dad
I dont bake apple pies and cookies from scratch
Im not even handy with a needle or thread
But youll never go hungry and Ill make your bed
Ill make your bed a place you cant wait to go
Softer than feathers and as sweet as a rose
Smooth satin pillows I will fluff for your head
And youll want for nothin and Ill make your bed
Ill love you to sleep at night, wake you with a kiss
Things that I cant do, I swear you wont miss
I promised forever on the day that we meet
Thats love you truly and
Ill make your bed
Do-do-do-do-do-do, de-de-de-oh-h
Do-do-do-do-do-do, de-de-de ah
Do-do-do-do-do-do, de-de-de-oh-h
Ill love you truly and Ill make your bed
Ill clothe you in dreams or I will feed you with love
Show you a magic life that few have dreamed of
I know this can be the love youll never regret
cause Im your forever and Ill make your bed
Ill make your bed a place you cant wait to go
Softer than feathers and as sweet as a rose
Smooth satin pillows I will fluff for your head
And Ill love you truly and
Ill make your bed
Ill love you to sleep at night, wake you with a kiss
Things that I cant do, I swear you wont miss
Forever and always I will prove what I said
And love you a lifetime and
Ill make your bed
And youll want for nothing and Ill make your bed
Do-do-do-do-do-do, dum-de-de oh-h
De-de-de-de-de-de, do-do-do ah
Do-do-do-do-do-do, de-de-de oh
Ill love you truly and Ill make your bed
Do-do-do-do-do-do, da-de-de-de-oh-h
De-de-da-de-de, dum-de-de-ah
De-de-da-de, de-dum de-de-oh
Ill love you truly and Ill make your bed
Fades
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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