Microphone Fiend
Yo, I was a fiend before I became a teen
I melted microphone instead of cones of ice cream
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Shot grabbed the mic and try to say, yes yall!
They tried to take it, and say that Im too small
Cool, cause I dont get upset
I kick a hole in the speaker, pull the plug, then I jet
Back to the lab ...without a mic to grab
So then I add all the rhymes I had
One after the another one, then I make another one
To dis the opposite then ask if the brothers done
I get a craving like I fiend for nicotine
But I dont need a cigarette, know what I mean?
Im raging, ripping up the stage and
Dont it sound amazing cause every rhyme is made and
Thought of, cuz its sort of...an addiction,
Magnatized by the mixing
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
But back to the problem, I gotta habit,
You cant solve it, you silly rabbit
The prescription is a hypertone thats thorough when
I fiend for a microphone like heroin
Soon as the bass kicks, I need a fix
Gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And Ill put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? beware, its the reanamator!
A menace to a microphone, a lethal weapon
An assasinator, if the people aint stepping
You see a part of me that you never seen
When Im fiending for a microphone.
Cause I take it to the maximum, I cant relax see, im
Hype as a hyperchrondriac cause the rap be one
Hell of a antidote, something you cant smoke
More than dope, youre trying to move away but you cant, youre broke
More than cracked up, you should have backed up
For those who act up need to be more than smacked up
E-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
A smooth operator operating correctly.
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Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated ...originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated ...complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
Music orientated so when hip-hop was originated
Fitted like pieces of puzzles, complicated
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
An e-f-f-e-c-t
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
A smooth operator operating correctly
cause Im an e-f-f-e-c-t
song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Warp Asylum
Been down yeah! well I look down and my mind blows away
Deep in the darkness illuminate beyond a million miles
Something slid up to my head circling around my eye
Eye
Eyes and I said, smooth operator, sez:
Get up, get up
And outta here, smooth operator sez: yeah! lights
Band the traffic thunder two blocks west of the rest
Tore away the bottom and saw life is a test
Beyond a 1,000,000 miles
Well I ricocheted through my head
One hand kills and the others cra-a-crazy
What she said
Smooth operator sez: get up! get up! and outta here
Smooth operator sez: yeah!!! sail into night
Ghost ship a tripping
Struck by the plunge something to see
Yeah
Bootleg the girl
She is a looka
Pure is the fear that breaks away
Straight to the sun I am a walkn state of the art
All that I see [yeah] new gods move wippn the shore and dash on the reef
Surf city... I walk alone and stare, man, right in the sun
Tear-jerk asylum and cemetery run
Well, howd I ever get this far man
Smooth curves switchback the sweat
Underneath the body, baby
Where what you see is what you see and what you get.
song performed by by White Zombie
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Warp Asylum
Been down yeah! well I look down and my mind blows
Away - deep in the darkness illuminate beyond a
Million miles - something slid up to my head circling
Around my eye - eye - eyes and I said, smooth operator
Sez: get up - get up - and outta here, smooth operator
Sez: yeah! lights - band the traffic thunder two blocks
West of the rest - tore away the bottom and saw life is a
Test - beyond 1,000,000 miles - well I ricocheted through
My head - one hand kill the others cra-a-crazy -
What she said - smooth operator sez: get up! get up! and
Outta here, smooth operator sez: yeah!!! sail into night-
Ghost ship a tripping - struck by the plunge something to
See - yeah - bootleg the girl - she is a looka - pure is the
Fear that breaks away - straight to the sun I am a
Walkn state of the art - all that I see [yeah] new gods
Move whippn the shore and dash
On the reef - surf city... I walk
Alone and stare, man, right in the
Sun - tear-jerk asylum and cemetery
Run - well, howd I ever get this far
Man? smooth curves switchback the
Sweat - underneath the body, baby -
Where what you see is what you -
See and what you get
song performed by by Rob Zombie
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Call Of The Wild
(blackmore/gillan/glover/lord)
Operator Im looking for a girl
Youve got to help me get through
I dont know much about her
So Im relying on you
She got rhythm but no sense of timing
She likes living but shes got no
Address
Operator youve got to get me out of
This mess
Let me tell you about her
She aint got a face
She aint got a name
She aint got a leg to stand upon
Shes out of touch
But not out of mind
And Ive got to see again that gypsy
Child
Operator this is the call of the wild
Shes a hitch hiker never gets a ride
But you can bet shes on time
Shes always around but so hard to
Find
She causes trouble she never takes
Offence
Dirty mind a heart of gold
Operator dont you put me on hold
song performed by by Deep Purple
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The pencil sharpener is about as far as I have ever got in operating a complicated piece of machinery with any success.
quote by Robert Benchley
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Dream Operator
When you were little
You dreamed you were big
You must have been something
A real tiny kid
You wish you were me
I wish I was you
Now dont you wake up
The dream will come true
Every dream has a name
And names tell your story
This song is your dream
Youre the dream operator
Its bigger than life
You know its all me
My face is a book
But its not what it seems
Three angels above
The whole human race
They dream us to life
They dream me a face
And every dream tells it all
And this dream is your story
You dreamed me a heart
Youre the dream operator
Shake-it-up dream
Hi-di-ho dream
Fix-it-up dream
Look at me dream
Ive been waiting so long
Now I am your dream
Hard to forget
Hard to go on
When you fall asleep
Youre out on your own
Let go of your life
Grab on to my hand
Here in the clouds
Where well understand
And you dreamed it all
And this is your story
Do you know who you are?
Youre the dream operator
And you dreamed it all
And this is your story
Do you know who you are?
Youre the dream operator
song performed by by Talking Heads
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Great nations are simply the operating fronts of behind-the-scenes, vastly ambitious individuals who had become so effectively powerful because of their ability to remain invisible while operating behind the national scenery.
quote by R. Buckminster Fuller
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God, the supreme ruler
No power or authority greater than the GOD
Generator, Operator and Destroyer of universe,
Ruler of rulers, absolute king to rule over all,
No power or authority greater than the GOD.
We must have true faith in supreme ruler, The Lord
He fulfils all wishes of his children as he desires.
No power or authority greater than the GOD
Generator, Operator and Destroyer of universe.
Generator, Operator and Destroyer of universe
As sole judge punishes all sinners even rulers.
By health, wealth, comfort, joy rewards believers
Generator, Operator and Destroyer of universe.
Nothing is impossible for the God in universe
It's the God who appoints and removes all rulers
Generator, Operator and Destroyer of universe
As sole judge punishes all sinners even rulers
(C) S. D. Tiwari
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poem by S.D. Tiwari
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Night Train
Leave the station
Somewhere down in east
Oh baby, across the nation
Looking for some fun
And some hey down hey
Tell the conductor youre headig
For the cocktail car
Yes you are
That is where Ill be with my sweet
Ooh, la la, hey
If youre tired of
That day after day ride
And you wanna get off
All aboard the night train
Like a smooth alligator
All aboard the night train
Such a cool calculator
All aboard the night train
Like a smooth operator
All aboard the night train
Such a cool calculator
What a beauty
Listen how the engine wails on the rails
Sing it to me
Come and play your tunes
Up and down my scales
Such a sweet melody
Reach out, the sky is wide
And the night is long
When youre right by my side
You can never go wrong
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Night Train (Smooth Alligator)
Leave the station
Somewhere down in east
Oh baby, across the nation
Looking for some fun
And some hey down hey
Tell the conductor you're headig
For the cocktail car
Yes you are
That is where I'll be with my sweet
Ooh, la la, hey
If you're tired of
That day after day ride
And you wanna get off
All aboard the night train
Like a smooth alligator
All aboard the night train
Such a cool calculator
All aboard the night train
Like a smooth operator
All aboard the night train
Such a cool calculator
What a beauty
Listen how the engine wails on the rails
Sing it to me
Come and play your tunes
Up and down my scales
Such a sweet melody
Reach out, the sky is wide
And the night is long
When you're right by my side
You can never go wrong
song performed by by Lionel Richie
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Pocket Calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I am adding and subtracting
I'm controlling and composing
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
By pressing down a special key, it plays a little melody
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
I'm the operator with my pocket calculator
song performed by by Kraftwerk
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Burning Blue
I dont wanna have to shout while the day is long
Repeating all the things that Ive said and done
Only words you know so well
And if I could explain what you want from me
Satisfy your insecurity
Something that youve failed to see
Oh my love for you - well its still as new
And its burning blue
I should a known better
Why cant I forget her
Shes an operator
I dont wanna have to shout from a mountain top
So try to realize all the things we got
How come you dont understand
Therell never be a future we can trust
Tomorrows all we need in front of us
One day at a times enough
And my love for you - well its still as new
And its burning blue
I should a known better
Why cant I forget her
Shes an operator
An my love for you - it still feels as new
An its burning blue
All across the nation
Open invitation
No exaggeration
I should a known better
Why cant I forget her
Shes an operator
An my love for you - its still burning blue
song performed by by Outfield
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Gliding In The Air
A bird is wrestling the wind with its feathers,
Even then the flight is smooth, as smooth as the air.
Best of the eagles are against the flight of others,
Eventually they look like a mouth, as smooth as the air.
A strange spectacle has been captured in the rain,
After a bird, not reptile, does fly south, as smooth as the air.
When strangers bespeak a multifarious journey through the air,
I gather it is more than just levitation or youth, as smooth as the air.
I love the young journey to the east,
A happy rhythm up north, as smooth as the air.
Why do we hesitate to look powerful?
When we glide in the sky, as smooth as the air.
poem by Naveed Akram
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You Cannot Know Where Angels Tread?
But I know where angels used to go
passages in the Bible have told me so
and I know where they now do go
everywhere God tells them to show
I have studied angels their recorded mo
where miracles occur is where angels go
any angels I meet must have stayed in disguise
some are so streetwise they wear angelic neckties
sad I never warranted any formal introductions
my angels were on the case of alien abductions
also traditional cases of topic demonic possessions
any indications of fallen angel plied manifestations
yes I oft do know where dozens of good angels tread
I see angelic party smiles around a young babies bed.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
M.O. Modus operandi (plural modi operandi) a Latin phrase, translated as 'method of operating' or 'mode of operating'. The term is used to describe someone's habits, manner of working, their method of operating or functioning.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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You are much more than what you think you are, you have much more than what you think you have
You are not
What you think you are
You are just the force
Operating a robot
Whose physical and
Chemical dimensions
Are determined by
A permutation and combination
Of certain amino-acids
You are not
What you think you are
You are not
What you think you are
You are not a female or male
You are not a daughter or son
You are not a sister of brother
You are not a mother or father
You own not a thing
You belong to one
Nothing is yours
None is yours
The only thing you own
Is you
As said elsewhere
You are born a daughter or son
Only to the nature’s desire
To ensure continuity
Of a particular
Genetic system
Your emotions are thus unreal
Your pleasures are unreal
Your pains are unreal
Your sorrows are unreal
All keep changing
With your change with
Your attitude and out look
The only thing unchanging and real in you
Is you
You are placed in this robot
And operating it
Just to accomplish the
Unmet desires that you
Were nursing
Earlier in yet another robot,
Or in previous birth,
As some learned say
And if you so believe
Remain just a witness
To what all happening
Stay emotion free
Stay fear free
Stay in confidence
Stay in peace
Stay in balance
You will see
Great things got
Achieved by your
Effectively operating
The robot, wherein
You are placed
You are not
What you think
That you are
You are much more
Than what you think you are
You have much more
Than what you think you have
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Music Colored Blue
The sound of the blues
Is the sound of the soul
At full operating depth
Where the disappointingly
Unsuccessful pieces of lost life
Are picked up
And finally, truly observed;
Sometimes tossed with disgust
Sometimes polished pearls
Cleaned brightly with
The heavy tears of regret
The gone water of
'What could've, should've been'
This old music colored blue
Will shake you
Break you, and
Oft times far, far away
Take you
Away from the now,
The do,
The want for love, into
The love for
Music... of the color
Blue
Where once again one can
Dance, and
Laugh, and
Love true...
It will take you
This masterful music
Colored so deeply blue.
poem by Smoky Hoss
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What We Can Do Is Only Pray
things get complicated like
strangled hair. The comb does
nothing to straighten what
used to be smooth and shining.
we get lost in paths. we sometimes
do not know where is the point
of turning and returning. we just
go, anywhere, to any place
where our feet take us. Without
the mind. we still think of our
souls. we move on. things get
so complicated. sometimes
we do not think like sane
people on the mall, drinking
beer and eating hamburger.
i stop walking for a while.
i am silent and still. what i can
do, at this moment, is only
to pray for you. May God bless
all lost souls. May God find
them. We are waiting.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Easy On The Eyes
(carly simon/andy goldberg)
Im the most dangerous person in this room
The way you look
I could do some damage to myself
Its your heart against mine
And I fear I may capsize
Im operating without a license
But Im willing to pay the price
cause youre just so easy
Youre so damned easy on the eyes
You turn your face
The two sides dont synchronize
Youre nothing like anyone Ive ever seen before
If Im staring at you then I apologize
You defy every rule Ive learned
But still Ive never been half so turned on
And youre just so easy
Youre so damned easy on the eyes
Handsomes not a word that comes to mind
But Id have to be blind to try and minimize
How easy you are on the eyes
Easy on the eyes
In my vertigo
Youre easy on the eyes
>from head to toe
Youre so easy on the eyes
Im operating without a license
But Im willing to pay the price
And youre just so easy
Youre just so damn easy on the eyes
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Long-distance Operator
Long-distance operator,
Place this call, its not for fun.
Long-distance operator,
Please, place this call, you know its not for fun.
I gotta get a message to my baby,
You know, shes not just anyone.
There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
There are thousands in the phone booth,
Thousands at the gate.
Evrybody wants to make a long-distance call
But you know theyre just gonna have to wait.
If a call comes from louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
If a call comes from louisiana,
Please, let it ride.
This phone booths on fire,
Its getting hot inside.
Evrybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Evrybody wants to be my friend,
But nobody wants to get higher.
Long-distance operator,
I believe Im stranglin on this telephone wire.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Sylvia's Mother
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's busy,
too busy to come to the phone .
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's trying
to start a new life of her own.
Sylvia's mother says 'Sylvia's happy...
So why don't you leave her alone?'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's packing,
she's gonna be leaving today.
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's marrying
a fellah down Galveston way .
Sylvia's mother says 'Please don't say nothing
to make her start crying and stay.'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
Sylvia's mother says Sylvia's hurrying,
she's catching the nine'o'clock train.
Sylvia's mother says:'Take your umbrella,
cause Sylvie it's starting to rain.'
And Sylvia's mother says 'Thank you for calling
and Sir won't you come back again ?'
And the operator says
'Forty cents more, for the next three minutes.'
Please Mrs. Avery, I've just got to talk to her
I'll only keep her a while
Please Mrs. Avery, just want to tell her
Goodbye !
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Leisure
(andy partridge)
Leisure
They taught me how to work,
But they cant teach me how to shirk correctly.
As you see,
Science once again robs us of our jobs.
Theyve put a micro-chip in my place,
I hide behind screen of aggression nowadays,
Its just a way of saving some face.
So now Im permanently drunk,
Like the rest of the race with,
Leisure.
If you think Im clowning,
I assure you that Im drowning here in,
Leisure
They taught me how to work,
But they cant teach me how to shirk correctly.
I spend all day,
And all my allowance on t.v. games.
Amusement heaven at the flick of a switch.
Instead of a lathe I busy my fingers nowadays,
By scoring goals with the gentlest twitch.
Ive forgotten how to use my legs to invade the pitch.
Leisure
If you think Im clowning,
I assure you that Im drowning here in,
Leisure
They taught me how to work,
But they cant teach me how to shirk correctly.
They had retired me fore I left school,
(just saw no point in the standing in line)
So I spend lots of time lounging at home,
(why not come in cos the carpet is fine)
What a waste of breath it is,
Searching for the jobs that dont exist.
So now Im permanently drunk,
Like the rest of the race with,
Leisure.
If you think Im clowning,
I assure you that Im drowning here in,
Leisure
They taught me how to work,
But they cant teach me how to shirk correctly.
Lazybones, looking through the sun
Howd you ever expect to find your days work ...?
song performed by by Xtc
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