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Hi, my name is briansies the older sibling, oh yeah You see I am a bit different to the rest of the world They like drinking themselves silly, and I simply don't I want to sleep while others are still out I never took off to another city at the heat of the moment Because I worry about what could happen Instead of actually playing proper sport I will just settle for backyard sports And I will enjoy that a lot, oh yeah My highest score in a single cricket innings is 846 n.o And I try to keep my score above my younger sibling And he will say Briansies, what are you doing And I would say, I just want to be more popular than you And he would hit me with his rhythm fist, hit me oh yeah hit me Hit me slowly, man and hit me quick, oh hit me hit me hit me I would say, do you like hitting me And he will say, I hit you all night long I hit you baby, all night long, and if you can't take it, man You are a baby, waaaa waaaaa waaaaaa Then I said to him, hi, my name is Briansies, the older sibling, oh yeah Then me and my sibling, and my father went for an early morning swim And we body-surfed and splashed each other, yeah we had fun My sibling would say, this is unfair, and dad would say Oh, poor little baby, our splashing is making you very tender and weak Ooh we had better stop, don't you reckon And I wanted to be a friend to my sibling, so I said Hi, I am bop, Briansies and I am ready to bop with you, oh baby ooh ooh I want you to be happy, because I like boppin' around going bop bop bop And I go right to the shop, yeah, I am bop, the guy down the shop My sibling will call me a **** but it doesn't bother be, cause my name is Briansies, the older sibling, oh yeah, and I am so cool, dudes And that is what we want, just Briansies,
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Jan 2, 2015
Jan 2, 2015 at 2:00 AM UTC
johnny-georgy-brown
PET NAMES YOUR BRO CALLS YA AS A KID
Hi, my name is briansies the older sibling, oh yeah You see I am a bit different to the rest of the world They like drinking themselves silly, and I simply don't I want to sleep while others are still out I never took off to another city at the heat of the moment Because I worry about what could happen Instead of actually playing proper sport I will just settle for backyard sports And I will enjoy that a lot, oh yeah My highest score in a single cricket innings is 846 n.o And I try to keep my score above my younger sibling And he will say Briansies, what are you doing And I would say, I just want to be more popular than you And he would hit me with his rhythm fist, hit me oh yeah hit me Hit me slowly, man and hit me quick, oh hit me hit me hit me I would say, do you like hitting me And he will say, I hit you all night long I hit you baby, all night long, and if you can't take it, man You are a baby, waaaa waaaaa waaaaaa Then I said to him, hi, my name is Briansies, the older sibling, oh yeah Then me and my sibling, and my father went for an early morning swim And we body-surfed and splashed each other, yeah we had fun My sibling would say, this is unfair, and dad would say Oh, poor little baby, our splashing is making you very tender and weak Ooh we had better stop, don't you reckon And I wanted to be a friend to my sibling, so I said Hi, I am bop, Briansies and I am ready to bop with you, oh baby ooh ooh I want you to be happy, because I like boppin' around going bop bop bop And I go right to the shop, yeah, I am bop, the guy down the shop My sibling will call me a **** but it doesn't bother be, cause my name is Briansies, the older sibling, oh yeah, and I am so cool, dudes And that is what we want, just Briansies,
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Thomas, Tommy baby, you are both hot, and sweet. Tom Cat you’re red hot-- when I catch you in your Tom Cat Strut, sauntering across campus, strolling like it ain’t no thing, cuz it don’t meant a thing if it ain’t got that swing baby. So dig this, Tommy Gun, you groove with the best of ‘em when I spot you strollin’— Your head, teetering left and right like a seesaw, boppin’ baby, arms hangin’ loosely, swinging freely, wildly, go! go! legs scooping forward in boisterous trombone slides-- Groooooove Tommy baby! You’re Louis’s best blows-- ten feet from the mic and the Fives baby, you’re hot, red hot, any closer and I'll burn up! Go! But you’re cool, real cool, and oh so sweet. Super sweet-- in your beard like a pepper and salt shaker tossed across the table, I look to see those rosy lips part, and peep those pearly whites shinin' like the bell of Louis’s cornet brandished in the air, under those ballroom lights-- you’re screamin’ Tommy! Let me hear that laugh that shakes the room, punches like Blakey’s bass drum, thumps like Mingus-- T-Bird you’ve got that hard bop in your soul, you’re gonna bop to the top TB, into the third heaven where the angels fall in line to your swing, that incessant strut that keeps the devil at bay, Blow! Blow! Blow! And I see you now Tom Cat, up there in the clouds, digging your way across eternity, bopping and jiving, swinging and blowing, in your faded khaki pants and worn tennis shoes, loosely buttoned collared shirt, tight rectangular glasses that glistened the bell of your eyes even more-- I gotta stand twenty feet away Tommy baby! You glance down at me and wink, rearing your head back to let loose that Mingus and Blakey bottom-end laugh, guffaw guffaw guffaw!!! --so hearty and rich, the backbone of every nervous first-year classroom, and the sniggering seniors you continued to befuddle and dazzle with your mysterious ways and insatiable swing. So blow, Tommy Gun, blow! Go Tom Cat go! Dig T-Bird dig! Let loose Tommy boy! Swing for us, swing swing swing-- Hot and Sweet, Tommy baby, hot and sweet.
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Jun 22, 2016
Jun 22, 2016 at 1:55 AM UTC
jarjarrhine
Hot and Sweet
Thomas, Tommy baby, you are both hot, and sweet. Tom Cat you’re red hot-- when I catch you in your Tom Cat Strut, sauntering across campus, strolling like it ain’t no thing, cuz it don’t meant a thing if it ain’t got that swing baby. So dig this, Tommy Gun, you groove with the best of ‘em when I spot you strollin’— Your head, teetering left and right like a seesaw, boppin’ baby, arms hangin’ loosely, swinging freely, wildly, go! go! legs scooping forward in boisterous trombone slides-- Groooooove Tommy baby! You’re Louis’s best blows-- ten feet from the mic and the Fives baby, you’re hot, red hot, any closer and I'll burn up! Go! But you’re cool, real cool, and oh so sweet. Super sweet-- in your beard like a pepper and salt shaker tossed across the table, I look to see those rosy lips part, and peep those pearly whites shinin' like the bell of Louis’s cornet brandished in the air, under those ballroom lights-- you’re screamin’ Tommy! Let me hear that laugh that shakes the room, punches like Blakey’s bass drum, thumps like Mingus-- T-Bird you’ve got that hard bop in your soul, you’re gonna bop to the top TB, into the third heaven where the angels fall in line to your swing, that incessant strut that keeps the devil at bay, Blow! Blow! Blow! And I see you now Tom Cat, up there in the clouds, digging your way across eternity, bopping and jiving, swinging and blowing, in your faded khaki pants and worn tennis shoes, loosely buttoned collared shirt, tight rectangular glasses that glistened the bell of your eyes even more-- I gotta stand twenty feet away Tommy baby! You glance down at me and wink, rearing your head back to let loose that Mingus and Blakey bottom-end laugh, guffaw guffaw guffaw!!! --so hearty and rich, the backbone of every nervous first-year classroom, and the sniggering seniors you continued to befuddle and dazzle with your mysterious ways and insatiable swing. So blow, Tommy Gun, blow! Go Tom Cat go! Dig T-Bird dig! Let loose Tommy boy! Swing for us, swing swing swing-- Hot and Sweet, Tommy baby, hot and sweet.
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were you a 50's godchild in the city, wing-tipped feet running the streets all week, ketchin hell... then you gots that check come friday and needed a taste of heaven... you and the dog pound swung mid-town to broadway & 47th after 9, and joined the line spilling from the royal roost round 48th... by 10, the joint was jammed with gents well-coifed, matching honeys, and the sounds of money being made: chime of silverware ~ cling, and the cash register's ~ swish cha-ching, and the chatter of guests, servers and bartenders doing their thing ~ wah da bing then the lights dimmed leaving a semi-dark haze of gray smoke swirling over the crowd, and mc symphony sid grabbed the mike: *"...welcome to the friday nite jam session at the metropolitan bopera house ladies and gentlemen...."* hysterical hoots and applause followed as  the circular spotlight paused center stage, unveiling: ~ the miles davis nonet ~ featuring, max on drums, john on keys, gerry and lee on sax and a genius on trumpet 'twas the birth of cool and soon the rhapsody of modern jazz waxed hypnotic, casting a spell over god's children when budo chased lady bird down allen's alley, spittin'...           riffin'.... boppin'...,           poppin'..... superfluidity like acid through varicosed veins the earth stood still it seemed for 4 thrilling hours as heaven rained a rifftide onto the lucky crowd... and dewey's sublime trumpet exorcised the devil from the week that was... ~ P (Pablo) (7/24/2013)
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 5:13 PM UTC
james-g-paul-sr-aka-pablo
A Taste of Heaven...
were you a 50's godchild in the city, wing-tipped feet running the streets all week, ketchin hell... then you gots that check come friday and needed a taste of heaven... you and the dog pound swung mid-town to broadway & 47th after 9, and joined the line spilling from the royal roost round 48th... by 10, the joint was jammed with gents well-coifed, matching honeys, and the sounds of money being made: chime of silverware ~ cling, and the cash register's ~ swish cha-ching, and the chatter of guests, servers and bartenders doing their thing ~ wah da bing then the lights dimmed leaving a semi-dark haze of gray smoke swirling over the crowd, and mc symphony sid grabbed the mike: *"...welcome to the friday nite jam session at the metropolitan bopera house ladies and gentlemen...."* hysterical hoots and applause followed as  the circular spotlight paused center stage, unveiling: ~ the miles davis nonet ~ featuring, max on drums, john on keys, gerry and lee on sax and a genius on trumpet 'twas the birth of cool and soon the rhapsody of modern jazz waxed hypnotic, casting a spell over god's children when budo chased lady bird down allen's alley, spittin'...           riffin'.... boppin'...,           poppin'..... superfluidity like acid through varicosed veins the earth stood still it seemed for 4 thrilling hours as heaven rained a rifftide onto the lucky crowd... and dewey's sublime trumpet exorcised the devil from the week that was... ~ P (Pablo) (7/24/2013)
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( To the tune of Jailhouse Rock ) Party night came to the hp site Singing and dancing till late at night Friends dropping by said count us in Man you shoulda seen them poets swing Let's rock Everybody let's rock They all got together in a flock Rockin at the hp hop Well I didn't know you played the saxophone Frank Zappa Davis on the slide trombone Along came Embers with a whole brass band Man that thing was getting out of hand Let's rock Everybody let's rock We were rockin and we couldn't stop Boppin at the hp hop Music getting louder as the night wore on Hands clap feet tap sing that song Grab hold o' somethin just to play a tune If you don't play the piano play the wooden spoon Let's rock Everybody let's rock We were givin it all we'd got Boppin at the hp hop Someone made a speech, said we're all friends here We all shed a happy little single tear Then she said oh for goodness sakes I love everybody in the whole **** place Let's rock Everybody let's rock Keep it up y'all don't stop Boppin at the hp hop
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Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 4:44 PM UTC
martin
hp hop
( To the tune of Jailhouse Rock ) Party night came to the hp site Singing and dancing till late at night Friends dropping by said count us in Man you shoulda seen them poets swing Let's rock Everybody let's rock They all got together in a flock Rockin at the hp hop Well I didn't know you played the saxophone Frank Zappa Davis on the slide trombone Along came Embers with a whole brass band Man that thing was getting out of hand Let's rock Everybody let's rock We were rockin and we couldn't stop Boppin at the hp hop Music getting louder as the night wore on Hands clap feet tap sing that song Grab hold o' somethin just to play a tune If you don't play the piano play the wooden spoon Let's rock Everybody let's rock We were givin it all we'd got Boppin at the hp hop Someone made a speech, said we're all friends here We all shed a happy little single tear Then she said oh for goodness sakes I love everybody in the whole **** place Let's rock Everybody let's rock Keep it up y'all don't stop Boppin at the hp hop
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Everyone around me I guess I’m at the center Is coughing, coughing in the warm sunny day The blue bright happy day They cough like they dig at life They cough the toy-factory worker’s cough The cough dressed in summer dresses In high heels and red shoes and tuxedoes Cough up wine cough up cheers and congratulation Cough out their “don’t worry about it” sickness cough out pop songs, cough up boppin’ along cough out vows and Hallmark poetry cough deathbed knock-knock jokes “it’s me, Death, coming for your blue-eyed boys” cough out laughter like phlegm cough up black bile as a party trick cough up recollection of stuffed animals (you and I are in there) gasp for breath, their faces filling up with blood going from apple-red to royal purple eyes dishing out tears a pat on the back and everything is okay people are wrong about the center holding.
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Mar 27, 2011
Mar 27, 2011 at 10:17 AM UTC
freds-not-dead
A Slight Cold
Everyone around me I guess I’m at the center Is coughing, coughing in the warm sunny day The blue bright happy day They cough like they dig at life They cough the toy-factory worker’s cough The cough dressed in summer dresses In high heels and red shoes and tuxedoes Cough up wine cough up cheers and congratulation Cough out their “don’t worry about it” sickness cough out pop songs, cough up boppin’ along cough out vows and Hallmark poetry cough deathbed knock-knock jokes “it’s me, Death, coming for your blue-eyed boys” cough out laughter like phlegm cough up black bile as a party trick cough up recollection of stuffed animals (you and I are in there) gasp for breath, their faces filling up with blood going from apple-red to royal purple eyes dishing out tears a pat on the back and everything is okay people are wrong about the center holding.
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It’s time for a rhyme I hear you chime. It’s time to hit the beat. We’re ready to dance Without a glance, Pick up those Tyger feet. Those drums do thump, Dancers grind and bump, The party’s in full sway. Don’t feel like strolling, Just want to be rollin’ In the scattered hay. Them guitars are twanging I’m really panging To twirl you round and round. Some like to fight; I’d rather dance all night To that raucous rebel sound. Let’s go.
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May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 1:55 PM UTC
paul-butters
Rockin' 'n' Boppin'
It’s time for a rhyme I hear you chime. It’s time to hit the beat. We’re ready to dance Without a glance, Pick up those Tyger feet. Those drums do thump, Dancers grind and bump, The party’s in full sway. Don’t feel like strolling, Just want to be rollin’ In the scattered hay. Them guitars are twanging I’m really panging To twirl you round and round. Some like to fight; I’d rather dance all night To that raucous rebel sound. Let’s go.
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monk jumps trinkle ****** trane criss crossin time aboard idiocentric planes whacky Hackensack moods near my mysterioso home round bout midnight gleaning brilliant corner poems hummin blue monk blues i surrender dear Bemsha swing cast away Friday the 13th fears melancholy ruby swigs straight no chaser shots just let's cool one at the red hot 5 Spot rollins and griffin jammin hudson riverside house Weehawken royalty bows to a spiffy charlie rouse we remember mintons a vast creative flood monk be boppin on stage when in walked bud red rooster clucksters raising town hall roofs consecrating spaces playing Monk's hallowed tunes "pianos don't play no wrong notes" we heard Thelonious once say his utterances on the upright keys ingenious music maestro on display Music Selection: Thelonious Monk: In Walked Bud Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial 10/10/17 - 10/10/17 Orlando 9/28/17 jbm
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Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 6:36 PM UTC
james-bradley-mccallum
monk cent 10 I al
monk jumps trinkle ****** trane criss crossin time aboard idiocentric planes whacky Hackensack moods near my mysterioso home round bout midnight gleaning brilliant corner poems hummin blue monk blues i surrender dear Bemsha swing cast away Friday the 13th fears melancholy ruby swigs straight no chaser shots just let's cool one at the red hot 5 Spot rollins and griffin jammin hudson riverside house Weehawken royalty bows to a spiffy charlie rouse we remember mintons a vast creative flood monk be boppin on stage when in walked bud red rooster clucksters raising town hall roofs consecrating spaces playing Monk's hallowed tunes "pianos don't play no wrong notes" we heard Thelonious once say his utterances on the upright keys ingenious music maestro on display Music Selection: Thelonious Monk: In Walked Bud Marking Thelonious Sphere Monks Centennial 10/10/17 - 10/10/17 Orlando 9/28/17 jbm
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At a funeral recently, a cremation along with my young niece Whose a Vegan and very environmentally conscious I was telling her "I wouldn't like to be cremated, it's too much like 'going to hell' to me" Then she says she'd like to be cremated herself, that it'd be her preferred choice, that it'd be the most environmentally friendly way to go I said to her "Would you not like to be buried in one of those nice wicker basket type coffins that the environmental people like I thought that's the kind of thing you'd be into" She said No! I wouldn't like them, the thought of worms and other creepy crawlies crawling in on top of me, all over me Ugh! I couldn't bear that. Oh I said, No! just give me a nice quiet church graveyard, lovely and peaceful With the yew trees nice and shady and the birds singing softly, somewhere lovely and quiet way out in the country It'd be so relaxing "Well", she said,"you won't know, sure you'll be dead". "My soul it'll be reposing", I corrected her cheerily. Then I said "Y'know I think I saw this TV programme  once where you could have music playing in your coffin Something over in America, could only be in America LoL I went on dreamily, "Y'know I think I'm getting younger as I grow older I've put away all my old Black Sabbath records Now I've started listening to Taylor Swift instead, she has some great songs that girl, great videos too I think I'll have Taylor Swift singing to me in my coffin I'll go boppin' into the next world, the next life with Taylor, hand in hand I could even put some posters of her up on the inside of my coffin. Look! I said to my niece pointing to a few hairs on the front of my head I think my quiff it's starting to grow back again. Elvis here I come!!!
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Feb 20, 2022
Feb 20, 2022 at 7:03 PM UTC
bardo
Electric Funeral
At a funeral recently, a cremation along with my young niece Whose a Vegan and very environmentally conscious I was telling her "I wouldn't like to be cremated, it's too much like 'going to hell' to me" Then she says she'd like to be cremated herself, that it'd be her preferred choice, that it'd be the most environmentally friendly way to go I said to her "Would you not like to be buried in one of those nice wicker basket type coffins that the environmental people like I thought that's the kind of thing you'd be into" She said No! I wouldn't like them, the thought of worms and other creepy crawlies crawling in on top of me, all over me Ugh! I couldn't bear that. Oh I said, No! just give me a nice quiet church graveyard, lovely and peaceful With the yew trees nice and shady and the birds singing softly, somewhere lovely and quiet way out in the country It'd be so relaxing "Well", she said,"you won't know, sure you'll be dead". "My soul it'll be reposing", I corrected her cheerily. Then I said "Y'know I think I saw this TV programme  once where you could have music playing in your coffin Something over in America, could only be in America LoL I went on dreamily, "Y'know I think I'm getting younger as I grow older I've put away all my old Black Sabbath records Now I've started listening to Taylor Swift instead, she has some great songs that girl, great videos too I think I'll have Taylor Swift singing to me in my coffin I'll go boppin' into the next world, the next life with Taylor, hand in hand I could even put some posters of her up on the inside of my coffin. Look! I said to my niece pointing to a few hairs on the front of my head I think my quiff it's starting to grow back again. Elvis here I come!!!
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Electric pulse dreamed imagination shot through my ears reminds me of my dreaded fears the growing reality to my eyes comes tears vanashing sourounding waves shattering, boppin to the noisen' music so magic, brew me up a poison forget all this motion exploding sound, be my healing potion
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Oct 25, 2010
Oct 25, 2010 at 5:39 PM UTC
logan-moore
exploding sound
Electric pulse dreamed imagination shot through my ears reminds me of my dreaded fears the growing reality to my eyes comes tears vanashing sourounding waves shattering, boppin to the noisen' music so magic, brew me up a poison forget all this motion exploding sound, be my healing potion
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Sweet little eyes black and shiny. Curious with my work, he's chirpy. Hops and bops about, I trace a smile. Beak, now agape, sings for a while. 'Rotund little Robin won't you dance some more?'. 'Skipping and pipping upon the forest floor'. 'Red little tummy containing your words'. 'Lost on my human ears, yet not unheard'. 'Little Robin, so happy, why am i not so?' On little Robin I focus, my mind is sewn "Be happy with your job" says Robin "And fret you not of my boppin'" "There's work must be done so dont you be a'stoppin'!" "Though i might flutter from twig onto branch" "My home is left decided by human chance" "Should we build here or should we build there" "Words of men against Robin, no matter how fair" "Sweet little song you qualify my shouts?" "Without ever considering what they're really about?" "All I've ever seen of humans is their louts" "So this boppin' Robin needs a'helpin' out" "I see in thee good it is true" "Hope; that never shall you see green land in gloom" "Yet in back of your mind i see thoughts of doom" Robin flutters away and I am left to wonder. Should I leave this world now will I be thought of fonder?
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Mar 13, 2018
Mar 13, 2018 at 5:09 PM UTC
Mrhdoran
The Robin
Sweet little eyes black and shiny. Curious with my work, he's chirpy. Hops and bops about, I trace a smile. Beak, now agape, sings for a while. 'Rotund little Robin won't you dance some more?'. 'Skipping and pipping upon the forest floor'. 'Red little tummy containing your words'. 'Lost on my human ears, yet not unheard'. 'Little Robin, so happy, why am i not so?' On little Robin I focus, my mind is sewn "Be happy with your job" says Robin "And fret you not of my boppin'" "There's work must be done so dont you be a'stoppin'!" "Though i might flutter from twig onto branch" "My home is left decided by human chance" "Should we build here or should we build there" "Words of men against Robin, no matter how fair" "Sweet little song you qualify my shouts?" "Without ever considering what they're really about?" "All I've ever seen of humans is their louts" "So this boppin' Robin needs a'helpin' out" "I see in thee good it is true" "Hope; that never shall you see green land in gloom" "Yet in back of your mind i see thoughts of doom" Robin flutters away and I am left to wonder. Should I leave this world now will I be thought of fonder?
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Wander through the city Stray of the streets Stay down the lanes Going to where ever is boppin' Follow the music that's poppin' Don't be defined by the main street Find divine alley ways Far from the sound of feet Play pool with no white ball all night Or board games by candlelight Walks along the harbour With friends for armour Do what you want, I suppose But don't be afraid to oppose the common Go where you want and Find your own lane to haunt
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May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 6:12 PM UTC
aar505n
Far From The Sound Of Feet
Wander through the city Stray of the streets Stay down the lanes Going to where ever is boppin' Follow the music that's poppin' Don't be defined by the main street Find divine alley ways Far from the sound of feet Play pool with no white ball all night Or board games by candlelight Walks along the harbour With friends for armour Do what you want, I suppose But don't be afraid to oppose the common Go where you want and Find your own lane to haunt
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Boppin down the cobblestones, nothing on the path Whistling a Beatles's tune, chewing on some grass Pondering life's meanings, philosophy to spare Deeper thoughts and dreams, not a single care I never saw it coming, there was nothing I could do The smell is what alerted me, dog **** on my shoe
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Oct 15, 2016
Oct 15, 2016 at 9:55 PM UTC
TemporalFugue
Dang it spot!
Boppin down the cobblestones, nothing on the path Whistling a Beatles's tune, chewing on some grass Pondering life's meanings, philosophy to spare Deeper thoughts and dreams, not a single care I never saw it coming, there was nothing I could do The smell is what alerted me, dog **** on my shoe
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*Edging ************ : Refers to ****** stimulation, especially of one's own genitals, and often to the point of ****** which is performed manually; by other types of ****** contact (except for ****** *********** by objects or tools (or *** toys), or by some combination of these methods. Also see definition of Edging at Www.Orgasmedging.com.* I'm ready to nut. An hour before dismissal from this dismal paycheck to paycheck every few minutes looking up at the clock not ticking fast enough J.O.B. wishing for an emergency to relieve me - early enough before the bank closes... money is burning in my pocket as well as the rising tide the eminent swell and wave-curling rocket... fueled by the constant rubbing against my thigh 'cuz you know a brotha (from a flip motha) goes commando although a fetish for underwear on the bottom dresser drawer, hides a collection g-strings, jocks, and leather... just in case  of a turn in the weather... I'm ready to nut cocoa-nut sized milk pools until my insides are outside and my eyes pop slinky boppin' tool flacid from receding tides sensational libation without licking shots drunk on release stuck in my seat, and naked sweaty celophane skin sunk in a orgasms' rut like i said I'm ready to nut... The clock is cruel to conspire against an innocent man's need to perspire... to reach heaven here earth heavy with flesh & gravity not near like hunger - this is a deeper desire thirsty carnality like a lion's snarling roars from depravity I'm ready to get the-fuck-out of dodge I'm craving for more than a simple squirt of my *** I'm ready to nut is it wrong to pray for this to God??
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Jun 10, 2016
Jun 10, 2016 at 1:48 AM UTC
butch-decatoria
ON EDGE ('08)
*Edging ************ : Refers to ****** stimulation, especially of one's own genitals, and often to the point of ****** which is performed manually; by other types of ****** contact (except for ****** *********** by objects or tools (or *** toys), or by some combination of these methods. Also see definition of Edging at Www.Orgasmedging.com.* I'm ready to nut. An hour before dismissal from this dismal paycheck to paycheck every few minutes looking up at the clock not ticking fast enough J.O.B. wishing for an emergency to relieve me - early enough before the bank closes... money is burning in my pocket as well as the rising tide the eminent swell and wave-curling rocket... fueled by the constant rubbing against my thigh 'cuz you know a brotha (from a flip motha) goes commando although a fetish for underwear on the bottom dresser drawer, hides a collection g-strings, jocks, and leather... just in case  of a turn in the weather... I'm ready to nut cocoa-nut sized milk pools until my insides are outside and my eyes pop slinky boppin' tool flacid from receding tides sensational libation without licking shots drunk on release stuck in my seat, and naked sweaty celophane skin sunk in a orgasms' rut like i said I'm ready to nut... The clock is cruel to conspire against an innocent man's need to perspire... to reach heaven here earth heavy with flesh & gravity not near like hunger - this is a deeper desire thirsty carnality like a lion's snarling roars from depravity I'm ready to get the-fuck-out of dodge I'm craving for more than a simple squirt of my *** I'm ready to nut is it wrong to pray for this to God??
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I fell in love with the man runnin up the stairs I fell in love with the man with the yellow satchel waitin for the train I fell in love with the man with the golden voice I fell in love with the man in the blue coat boppin in the rain I keep fallin in love with every pretty soul that passes me I keep fallin in love with men that belong to a girl I'll never be I keep fallin in love with masterpieces I can't touch only see I keep fallin love with the idea of a man that can set me at ease
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:05 PM UTC
fish
a long slow sigh
I fell in love with the man runnin up the stairs I fell in love with the man with the yellow satchel waitin for the train I fell in love with the man with the golden voice I fell in love with the man in the blue coat boppin in the rain I keep fallin in love with every pretty soul that passes me I keep fallin in love with men that belong to a girl I'll never be I keep fallin in love with masterpieces I can't touch only see I keep fallin love with the idea of a man that can set me at ease
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Yeah htown flow here we go so check it Yo they call me big Yosef The most explosive As a land mines check the rhyme Cuz I'm The coldest you know this my style ludicrous Number one spot rhymes fornulated into a sentence with no dots Don't smoke *** don't do thots Most enemies play like a hot Potato which way did he go There he is flippin' my kabbitz never clown for show biz Not a Stephen Fetchin' haters only catchin' Heat from.me ya see I be from the three Better known as the tre vicinity And any Body who gotta problem face my shotty Now ya body outtie 5 thousand G I keep it smooth as rap in '93 Hip hop back on a rise reclaimin' dynasty No fantasy it's just the man in me makin' reality So ya know ya can't battle me emcees Stand in line only to served like volleyball Give it my all too **** smooth to fall Slippin' rhymes from my tongue above and beyond Who can hang with the Don the only one Coming down swanging lower than chariot For girls who wanna marry us we say it's just a lust Cuz they see the way money clings to us Straight notorious hypnotize y'all with the bars That glisten like stars none could par Me from my voice that meet the beat Boppin' ya head while cruisin' down the street To the flows you know I'm cold as nitro Gen better bring oxygen too much carbon From poisoning the stage once I let my rhymes exit the cage Of my mind gotta grind thoughts blast like a nine But I gotta keep it smooth hot and funky Got ya stuck in a psychedelic groove
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Jan 23, 2018
Jan 23, 2018 at 10:04 PM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
Coolin'
Yeah htown flow here we go so check it Yo they call me big Yosef The most explosive As a land mines check the rhyme Cuz I'm The coldest you know this my style ludicrous Number one spot rhymes fornulated into a sentence with no dots Don't smoke *** don't do thots Most enemies play like a hot Potato which way did he go There he is flippin' my kabbitz never clown for show biz Not a Stephen Fetchin' haters only catchin' Heat from.me ya see I be from the three Better known as the tre vicinity And any Body who gotta problem face my shotty Now ya body outtie 5 thousand G I keep it smooth as rap in '93 Hip hop back on a rise reclaimin' dynasty No fantasy it's just the man in me makin' reality So ya know ya can't battle me emcees Stand in line only to served like volleyball Give it my all too **** smooth to fall Slippin' rhymes from my tongue above and beyond Who can hang with the Don the only one Coming down swanging lower than chariot For girls who wanna marry us we say it's just a lust Cuz they see the way money clings to us Straight notorious hypnotize y'all with the bars That glisten like stars none could par Me from my voice that meet the beat Boppin' ya head while cruisin' down the street To the flows you know I'm cold as nitro Gen better bring oxygen too much carbon From poisoning the stage once I let my rhymes exit the cage Of my mind gotta grind thoughts blast like a nine But I gotta keep it smooth hot and funky Got ya stuck in a psychedelic groove
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Fresh cut, with the gangsta strut, Ladies looking, saying what, Who that is, looking like he giving the biz, And I'm just a cool *** playa, Can't knock the beat that's rocking, got em out of their seats, boppin' toppin', Looking for my Mary to be Poppin, ain't no stopping, this smooth *** playa, Yo baby let's get on, make love til we touch souls, in the horizon, Let by gones be by bones, and I'm just vibing the song, like a playa, That I am, that I am, says like Sam, match the slam, bring crowds of mayhem, ******* on the team, of nothing but true *** playas, I keep it cold, like the phlegm in your throat, icy darts is what I wrote, not many can quote, a true lyricist, sticking this, Pik style, the noble slayer, just a playa, Everybody clap ya hands, fellas grab a girl, and just romance, Save the last dance, play cool on ya chance, And make moves like a... Straighten it out, never chase the clout, really doe, real only for the dough, Ya know, how it flows, straight ******** Only for the real ...... Ladies y'all know I'm just a.... All my families is just some.... Me and sons some... Man this song is so.... And we out y'all
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Feb 1, 2022
Feb 1, 2022 at 3:51 AM UTC
Ru7hl355_Gangsta
Playa- "Claire" Original
Fresh cut, with the gangsta strut, Ladies looking, saying what, Who that is, looking like he giving the biz, And I'm just a cool *** playa, Can't knock the beat that's rocking, got em out of their seats, boppin' toppin', Looking for my Mary to be Poppin, ain't no stopping, this smooth *** playa, Yo baby let's get on, make love til we touch souls, in the horizon, Let by gones be by bones, and I'm just vibing the song, like a playa, That I am, that I am, says like Sam, match the slam, bring crowds of mayhem, ******* on the team, of nothing but true *** playas, I keep it cold, like the phlegm in your throat, icy darts is what I wrote, not many can quote, a true lyricist, sticking this, Pik style, the noble slayer, just a playa, Everybody clap ya hands, fellas grab a girl, and just romance, Save the last dance, play cool on ya chance, And make moves like a... Straighten it out, never chase the clout, really doe, real only for the dough, Ya know, how it flows, straight ******** Only for the real ...... Ladies y'all know I'm just a.... All my families is just some.... Me and sons some... Man this song is so.... And we out y'all
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