That Was Lulu
Music by richard marx
Lyrics by dean pichford
When you woke up this morning
On your front lawn
You had a smile on your lips and
Your wallet was gone
You remember some girl
But the rest is all a blur
Well, youre not the first one to fall under
Her spell
I know dozens of guys whove been there
As well
Theyve got scars to show
And the owe em all to her
That was lulu
Did she fool you?
That was lulu
That aint legal
That aint voodoo
That was lulu
Well, lulus got charms that money cant buy
And shes made her reputation
Making strong men cry
All the victims may change
But their stories are the same
Lulus there when your airplane
Just happens to crash
Still she walks away without even a scratch
Leaving in flames
But she never leaves her name
That was lulu
Did she fool you?
That was lulu
That aint legal
That aint voodoo
That was lulu
And I know what Im talking about
I saw it all from the start
Long before she started running around
Who do you think ran away with my heart
That was lulu
That was lulu
Did she fool you?
That was lulu
That aint legal
That aint voodoo
That was lulu
song performed by by Richard Marx
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Bang Bang Lulu
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He could not get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a red dress
When she put it on
Every man that she passed by
Thought she must be
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu joined the army
She was fighting in a war
Stood in front of the enemy
Their weapons hit them
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu knew a singer
He had so many hits
She loved his voice
But she hated the way
He kept grabbin her
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Lulu had a boyfriend
He just couldnt get enough
She could never stop him
He was hooked on makin
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
Bang bang lulu
Lulus going away
Lu is going to bang bang
Now lulus going away
song performed by by Boney M.
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No one knew me until I met my wife Lulu. Lulu's mother used to ask, Which one is Maurice? For six months she thought Lulu was dating Barry.
quote by Maurice Gibb
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Under The Lulu Tree (A nonsense poem.)
Sitting under the lulu tree
nothing makes sense at all.
The world feels as if it’s upside down
and any minute you are going to fall off.
I know this all sounds crazy,
but sitting under the lulu tree
is just how you are going to feel.
You will think the moon is green
and filled with cheddar cheese
and if you look out the window, twice
three blind mice will pass
carrying a slice on their knees.
No, I have not been having a tipple
from the good old mountain dew;
I’ve just been sitting under the lulu tree.
Now you have read this nonsense
please come and join me
and we’ll all sit together
under the lulu tree.
18 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Little Lulu: Bored of Education
This is a classic cartoon featuring Little Lulu and her classmate Tubby as they experience a series of events out of a history book.
from Little Lulu: Bored of Education (1946)
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Lulu Walls
One evening getting dark
We first met at the park
Just sitting by the fountain all alone
I lifted up my hat
And then began to chat
She said shed allow me to see her at her home
Chorus:
Such a star Ive never seen
Shes as pretty as the queen
Shes as perfect as an angel from above
If shed only be my wife
Id live happy all me life
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
If she were only mine
Id build a house so fine
And around it so many fences tall
It would make me jealously
To think that none but me
Could gaze upon that beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
One evening getting late
Well, I met her at the gate
I asked her if shed wed me in the fall
But she only turned away
And nothing would she say
That aggravating beauty lulu walls.
Repeat chorus:
With that aggravating beauty lulu walls.
song performed by by John Prine
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Ive Been All Around This World
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Lulu, my lulu come and open the door.
Before I have to walk in with my old forty-four.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
Mama and papa, little sister makes three.
Theyre comin in the mornin; thats the last youll see of me.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so Ill be dead and gone.
Hang me, oh, hang me, so Ill be dead and gone.
I wouldnt mind your hangin, boys but you wait in jail so long.
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
Up on the blue ridge mountains, there Ill take my stand.
A rifle on my shoulder, six shooter in my hand;
Oh lord, I been all around this world.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Interior Lulu
As you lie there on your bed
Beneath the face of louise brooks
With your makeup and your teddy bear
And your c.s. lewis books
Bad seed
Youre a bad seed
Youre a decadent in chrysalis
Waiting sleepily to emerge
When youll visit every seedy need
Of your random obsessive urge
All the ruses that you use
All the food that you refuse
All the dust and tired air that feeds interior lulus
All the poisoned attitudes
And the lust for the unknown
And the second best that devils use
To make this world their own
Interior lulu
Interior lulu
Every rainy day by e-mail
As you lie there on your bed
Another virtual page arrives
There will be times when you remember me
Of the chapters youll be writing
As the voices echo in your head
In the book called wasted lives
As you read henry and anais
All the lost weekends and booze
All the finger-and-thumb screws
All the sleepless worn out blues that bruise interior lulus
Interior lulu
Interior lulu
Use the anger
Paint a picture of it
Throw the colours
Use the pain, use the pain
Scream back a brand new emotion
As it runs across the skin
Fire across paper
Burn and curl, burn and curl
You thought you couldnt feel like this
But its happening again and youre waking up in pain
Tattooed in that private place
Microsoft and tears
Intimately pierced
Discovering and remembering
You felt like this somewhere before
Stirrin up the bed of the river
Somewhere you dont like to go
You wrote this down so many times
But you get up anyway and you write it down again
Youve bored us all to death with this
Well who you gonna tell
When youve nothing left to sell
She says shes lonely
She says she knows me
But shes a one-way street
She told me what I already know
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can carry it out you can take it away
If you can buy it, it can be bought
If you can buy it, it can be stolen
If you can break it
Its already broken
Lately, I can stand to hear other people talking
So many empty conversations
What a waste of lips
Lately I can stand to stand on primrose hill
Look down upon the city
A heart pumping the roads
In our racing stripes
We rejoice at being connected
Without touching
Thank God for the internet
We stare at our screens
All our lives
What a waste of eyes
till the electrical storm blows our fuses
And we gaze, dumbfounded, at the rain
All the trust and tired care
Left to rust and go nowhere
All this gold beneath my skin
Sparklin like sin somewhere within
In so deep
In so deep that
I cant sleep for these interior lu lu lu lu lus
song performed by by Marillion
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Loot
If you've ever stole a pheasant-egg be'ind the keeper's back,
If you've ever snigged the washin' from the line,
If you've ever crammed a gander in your bloomin' 'aversack,
You will understand this little song o' mine.
But the service rules are 'ard, an' from such we are debarred,
For the same with English morals does not suit.
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!)
W'y, they call a man a robber if 'e stuffs 'is marchin' clobber
With the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! lulu! Loo! loo! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot!
Bloomin' loot!
That's the thing to make the boys git up an' shoot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
Clap 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot!
(~ff~) Whoopee! Tear 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
If you've knocked a nigger edgeways when 'e's thrustin' for your life,
You must leave 'im very careful where 'e fell;
An' may thank your stars an' gaiters if you didn't feel 'is knife
That you ain't told off to bury 'im as well.
Then the sweatin' Tommies wonder as they spade the beggars under
Why lootin' should be entered as a crime;
So if my song you'll 'ear, I will learn you plain an' clear
'Ow to pay yourself for fightin' overtime.
(~Chorus~) With the loot, . . .
Now remember when you're 'acking round a gilded Burma god
That 'is eyes is very often precious stones;
An' if you treat a nigger to a dose o' cleanin'-rod
'E's like to show you everything 'e owns.
When 'e won't prodooce no more, pour some water on the floor
Where you 'ear it answer 'ollow to the boot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
When the ground begins to sink, shove your baynick down the chink,
An' you're sure to touch the --
(~Chorus~) Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Ow the loot! . . .
When from 'ouse to 'ouse you're 'unting, you must always work in pairs --
It 'alves the gain, but safer you will find --
For a single man gets bottled on them twisty-wisty stairs,
An' a woman comes and clobs 'im from be'ind.
When you've turned 'em inside out, an' it seems beyond a doubt
As if there weren't enough to dust a flute
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
Before you sling your 'ook, at the 'ousetops take a look,
For it's underneath the tiles they 'ide the loot.
(~Chorus~) Ow the loot! . . .
You can mostly square a Sergint an' a Quartermaster too,
If you only take the proper way to go;
~I~ could never keep my pickin's, but I've learned you all I knew --
An' don't you never say I told you so.
An' now I'll bid good-bye, for I'm gettin' rather dry,
An' I see another tunin' up to toot
(~Cornet~: Toot! toot!) --
So 'ere's good-luck to those that wears the Widow's clo'es,
An' the Devil send 'em all they want o' loot!
(~Chorus~) Yes, the loot,
Bloomin' loot!
In the tunic an' the mess-tin an' the boot!
It's the same with dogs an' men,
If you'd make 'em come again
(~fff~) Whoop 'em forward with a Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
Heeya! Sick 'im, puppy! Loo! loo! Lulu! Loot! loot! loot!
poem by Rudyard Kipling
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Holy Saturday Gains and Losses
Holy Saturday. Lulu softly rubs her
Black rosary held between fingers.
The church cold and dark. Waiting
For the light. The candle brought by
The priest and others of his ilk to bring
Light to the darkness. Rudandoff stands
Still silent in shadows watching her
Outline in candlelight's glow. Lulu feels
Smooth wood on fingers and thumb
Mutters her pure prayers watching
The candle light up the darkness.
Rudandoff smells her the scent
Touching him the shine of her hair
Caught by passing light her profile
Moves him her moving fingers stirs
His dark embers stiffen his manhood.
The holy candle brings light to the
Church. The priest and others chant
Out the long prayers. Lulu's soft lips
Kiss the crucified Christ on her crucifix
Warm lips on smooth wood. Rudandoff
Wishes those were his kisses his manhood
Between her moving fingers her tender
Body beneath his hot frame. Lulu closes
Eyes imagines her Christ blue bruised
And beaten hammered and battered
Gazing through eye slits bringing her true
Love never forsaken. Rudanoff's hot lust
Swells in the darkness his sausage fingers
Want to reach and touch to squeeze and
Fondle to greedily suck her female juices.
Holy Saturday. She finds her love's light.
He loses lust's kiss and burns in darkness.
poem by Terry Collett
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~ Logophilic ~
~ Logophilic ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
28 August 2010.
Why ~ Seek
Me you ~ Tick
Pluck n’~ Pick
Don’t ~ Prick
Play no ~ Trick.
Booze n’ ~ Bag
Dip in my ~ Dag
Fitter away ~ Fag
Gift you ~ Gag.
Lull all ~ Lag
Musk lulu ~ Mag
Nip all ~ Nag
Jockey ~ Jag
Rouleau ride ~ Rag
Swag for ~ Shag.
I am Poetic
Ms. Nivediamic
Bulimic
Logophilic!
=====
Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Dag ~ Flap along the edge of a garment; used in medieval clothing.
[2] Gag ~ Joke.
[3] Nag ~ Persistent feeling of anxiety.
[4] Lulu ~ Wonderful, remarkable.
[5] Mag ~ Chat.
[6] Jag ~ Bout of drinking.
[7] Rag ~ Music with a syncopated [weak beat] melody usually for the piano
[8] Swag ~ Move abruptly.
[9] Shag ~ Lively dance step consisting of hopping on each foot in turn.
[10] Logophilic [From Logophile] ~ Lover of word.
~~~~
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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I loved the Little Lulu stories, where she would fantasize that her bedroom rug would turn into a pool of water, and she could dive down into the center of the world.
quote by Lynn Johnston
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Anyone with any real blood in his or her veins cannot help being a fan. Being a true American and being a fan are synonymous.
quote by Lulu Glaser
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My Mom
My mom is someone to float at sea.
Can't you see?
A i enter the world i see a dog.
My mom cant help it but to give me a kiss!
I wish evryone could see my mom the way i do! ! !
poem by Lulu Bailey
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Looking back Little Lulu was an early feminist, but at the time I just thought she was a really feisty developed comic strip character.
quote by Bill Griffith
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But I read comic books. I read things like Richie Rich and Little Lulu.
quote by Alison Bechdel
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I Aint The Fool
I may look like a stranger with nothing to say
Silent in the corner while youre talking away
Your theories are endless, your lips never sleep
No time for reflection, theres no tongue in your cheek
Oh no, I aint fool here
Oh no, I aint fool here
The muscles in your mouth must be stronger than steel
You can talk till forever but aint got no feel
Your scull must be empty, your brain cells run dry
Calling everybody
Learning nothing till the day that you die
Oh no, I aint fool here
Oh no, I aint fool here
song performed by by Chris Rea
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Annabelle: Creation
Miranda Otto, Javier Botet, Stephanie Sigman, Alicia Vela-Bailey, Talitha Bateman, Anthony LaPaglia, Lulu Wilson, Philippa Coulthard, Kerry O'Malley
by Gary Dauberman from Annabelle: Creation (2017)
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My Mom's Computer
My Mom's new apple computer is like a spell maker,
1 thing my mom is under a spell when she gets off work she works on her apple.Then plays games like all sorts of addicting things I would tell you all of the games that she plays but this is just a short story.My mom is silly with her apple.
poem by Lulu Bailey
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Aint Got No/i Got Life
(1968) gerome ragni, james rado, gal mcdermot
Aint got no home, aint got no shoes
Aint got no money, aint got no class
Aint got no friends, aint got no schoolin
Aint got no wear, aint got no job
Aint got no man
Aint got no father, aint got no mother
Aint got no children, aint got no
Aint got no earth, aint got no water
Aint got no ticket, aint got no token
Aint got no love
I got my hair, I got my head
I got my brains, I got my ears
I got my eyes, I got my nose
I got my mouth, I got my smile
I got my tongue, I got my chin
I got my neck, I got my tits
I got my heart, I got my soul
I got my back, I got my sex
I got my arms, I got my hands
I got my fingers, got my legs
I got my feet, I got my toes
I got my liver, got my blood
Got life , I got my life
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Wishing Wells
If there was a wishing well
I would wish there were no hell.
I would wish that all were fine
and water, itself, could be turned into wine.
I would wish that heaven was near
and all the sinners were living in fear.
Alas, there is no wishing well
so everything's going to hell! !
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poem by Edwina Reizer
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