CRAZY DAISY
Crazy Daisy, lazy ways, where does Daisy think she’s going today? Half the time Daisy’s in a daze on her lazy days. Wake up crazy Daisy stop being so lazy.
Why is everything so hazy Daisy? Don’t you know your way? Maybe you don’t even know it’s today. Wake up Daisy before I go crazy.
I’m crazy, crazy for you Daisy. I know you’re crazy for paisley Daisy. Don’t know what phases ya Daisy. Can’t get you off my mind, you’re one of a kind. You may be crazy and lazy, but I love you Daisy.
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Posted by twood on January 7, 2010 under Lyrics for Music (Sneak Preview) | 
AGAINST ALL ODDS
The odds are against you. What to do? Catch a train to Kalamazoo. Try your luck in this town before you run out of bucks. Don’t want to wind up getting stuck in a rut.
It’s a game we all play from Monday to Sunday. One day it’s a sure bet you’ll win and then all of a sudden things get slim. What you have to do is hang in there and try and try again.
It’s difficult to make it in this world, but we all have to give it a whirl. If you get caught at a dead end, one never knows what’s around the bend.
What are the odds? Play it like a deck of cards. You hold the winning set and then bet. Stay in the game for fortune and fame. You either fail or gain. So whether you take a plane to Kalamazoo or another spot thought you knew, but blew this one too. All you can do is keep plugging away and hope to make it some day.
Your determination will create a whole new situation and sooner or later everything will turn out great. The lesson to learn is no matter where you are you’ll always be a shining star. Aim for whatever you want to be and you’ll go far.
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Posted by twood on January 8, 2010 under New Work, Sample Rhymes |
BABY TALK
Baby talk to me, say something. Goo-goo ga-ga baby talk. Goo-goo ga-ga baby walk. Baby talk, baby walk. Babies don’t get cross. Babies love, babies hug, babies snug. Baby talk to me, say something.
You want me, you take me, forsake me, it aches me, awakes me, do you hate me? U was great with me. Please don’t yep, yep me to death.
Baby talk to me, say something. Don’t let me wind up with nothing. You’re my queen, my dream, my everything. Didn’t I delight? Come on baby do me tonight.
Give me the right formula to warm ya. Let me rock your cradle and shake that rattle. Baby, climb into my saddle.
Babies talk, babies walk, babies don’t get cross. Babies love, babies hug, babies snug. You want me, you take me, forsake me, it aches me, awakes me, do you hate me? U was great with me. Please don’t yep, yep me to death.
Baby, I ain’t lookin’ for you to yes, yes me. Just want ya to accept me, undress me, caress me, have sex with me, but never, never reject me.
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Posted by twood on January 12, 2010 under Lyrics for Music (Sneak Preview) |
ALL THE THINGS YOU SAY
For all the things you say and the little things you should not have said in that email I read. Emotions gone awry and I don’t want to know why. I realize you are not a true friend now that my eyes are opened wide.
I do not want to remember one iota of what you said, the words just went straight out of my head. These words should not have been spread to other friends all over the web.
Why should I forgive and forget all the things you said after what I read? Your message was relayed in a very unpleasant way. I am quite dismayed and have nothing more to say.
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Poetic Headache (Inspired by the Russian Singers: t.A.T.u.)
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COLORS OF THE RAINBOW
I love you like the circle of a rainbow with colors of red, violet and indigo blue. Look at the rainbow and see only you. Please lady stay, don’t go away. Need you in the night, need you in the day. You’re all my dreams come true when I’m looking at you.
I sit and gaze at the circle of a rainbow that glows with the colors of red, violet, and indigo blue. Everywhere I view the colors are so vibrant just like you.
I’ll wait until the colors turn red, violet and indigo blue. The vibrant hues are all those beautiful moods that remind me of you. When we’re together the sun shines and everything is fine.
I’m never blue when I’m around you. Do you know what I think? You’re pretty in pink. Please lady stay, stay with me night and day. Don’t go away.
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Posted by twood on January 13, 2010 under Lyrics for Music (Sneak Preview) |
SCORE ON A DANCE FLOOR
Score, score, gotta score. I don’t care if she’s rich or poor, but hope she’s not a whore. Maybe I’ll find the right one on the dance floor.
I’m worn torn from the night before tryin’ to get into the club’s entry door. Need someone to adore. What am I waitin’ for?
Yeah, I’m gonna score, but boy am I sore. My feet hurt from standing outside the club’s entry door. How much more can I endure? Don’t care if she’s rich or poor, but hope she’s not a whore. Maybe I’ll find the right one on the dance floor.
Gotta get out there and score. Who cares about her little flaws as long as she’s not a stupid bore. Heck, nobody’s perfect anymore.
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Posted by twood on January 16, 2010 under Lyrics for Music (Sneak Preview) |
DON’T STOP
Baby give me all you got. Fill my hungry heart. It’s been lonely since we drifted apart. One night we fought over something so slight. Who wants to fight when we could be making sweet love tonight. So suppose we take off our clothes, turn down the lights and cuddle up tight ‘cause tonight has gotta be right.
Baby give me all you got. Love me, love me a lot. Get me hot. Oh, you know the spot. Climb right on top. Ah, ah, don’t stop, don’t stop. That’s the spot. Baby don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
Need you all the time. Whatever you do makes me feel fine. Just run your fingers up and down my spine. What a treat when our bodies meet. Wanna kiss those ruby lips. Love the way you swing them hips. Can’t get enough, love when you’re rough.
Baby give me all you got. Love me, love me a lot. Get me hot. Oh, you know the spot. Climb right on top. Ah, ah, don’t stop, don’t stop. That’s the spot. Baby don’t stop. Please don’t stop.
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Posted by twood on January 20, 2010 under Lyrics for Music (Sneak Preview) |
A City that Never Sleeps will Always Weep
A city that never sleeps will always weep for its wounds are so deep. Since September 11th, 2001 New Yorkers have taken great strides to memorialize the 2,751 victims of ground zero and the many heroes that sacrificed their lives. Old glory flies at half-mast as a reminder of the horror and surprise in people’s faces and eyes. It was a beautiful September morn, the perfect fall day with rays of sunshine and blue skies when suddenly without warning the enemy came in two separate planes and slammed into the twin towers as the buildings burst into flames. Clouds of billowy dust passed by and everyone wondered why as they began to realize that thousands of people were sent to heaven on 9/11. Those little things you wanted to say, so swiftly the silence of death got in their way. We prayed for every soul taken on that unimaginable day. A city that never sleeps will always weep for its wounds are so deep.
How beautiful the seasons come and go from spring to the heat of summer into the autumn of life to a cold wintry snow. When lovely spring flowers bloom in a row, as rosebuds grow, leaves turn to yellow and gold, and the north wind blows, they will never know. The only lasting thing is the cherished memories. We mourn from dusk to dawn. Let the pain and sorrow go away. Tomorrow will be better than yesterday. Loved ones are gone and life goes on, but we shall always remember that day in September.
It is a new day in the Big Apple where construction workers grapple to clean up the massive destruction. People rise and yawn at the break of dawn. The morning rush hour of taxi cabs and traffic jams cram highways and bridges that overlook the East and Hudson Rivers. City streets are filled with crowds hustling by midst towering skyscrapers so high you can hardly see a white puffy cloud in the sky. Mobs of workers scurry to their jobs entering office buildings through glass doors then squeezing into elevators that take them to different floors. At the stroke of five folks dash to the trains after finishing their daily task. The sounds of pounding footsteps on subway staircases lead to the depths of the underground. People wait on subway platforms for train doors to open and then leap like a charging brigade to secure seats. Straphangers have no choice but to hold onto cold metal bars inside the subway cars. Patrons listen to an automated system announcing the train stations. An overhead lighted sign outlines street information as the train’s steel wheels screech across metal tracks through winding tunnels to reach the next subway stop.
Nightfall slowly covers the city with miles of lights that shine so bright. Walk the concrete streets where pavements and basements meet. Take a stroll through Central Park with your sweetheart. New York is one big fascinating treat from the Empire State Building to the palatial Grand Central Station, 42nd and Broadway to the financial district of Wall Street. Millions of tourists visit the city of lights surrounded by magnificent sites that glitter all through the night. It would be a pity if you never get to see New York City.
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(Tribute to the men, women and children who lost their lives at the World Trade Center on 09-11-01)
Posted by twood on January 21, 2010 under CD Lyrics, Tributes |
New York Bound
I’m New York Bound. Gonna go back to see what I lost, what I found. I’ll walk down the city streets where children play and cars honk beep beep. Stop by my old neighborhood and make small talk. Everybody’s in such a rush to catch the bus, the train, the taxicab. People look mad while others are simply glad to get home to their pad and read the weekend ads. That’s why I’m New York bound. Gonna go back to see what I lost, what I found in this friendly town.
The streets are paved with concrete slabs. Potholes are always in need of repairs. Women get their high heel shoes caught between the cracks of sidewalks. Bargain hunters shop around for the best deals in town. Watch how they walk and listen to them talk like a bunch of dorks from the Isle of York.
Some men spend their time counting every nickel and dime. A good example is the Madison Avenue exec who’s all dressed up in a pinstriped suit and matching vest standing in a fast food line. His date would rather dine at a fine restaurant serving a nice meal and glass of wine. Guess money is more important than the honey.
New York is a city known for its skyscrapers and brownstones. Whether you’re uptown, midtown or downtown New York is inviting and exciting. That’s why I’m New York bound. Gonna go back to see what I lost, what I found in this friendly town.
One Times Square is where the world-famous New Year’s Eve ball falls. It’s a fun place for one and all. People stand around waving colored balloons and pompoms as the midnight countdown draws near and the crowd shouts “Happy New Year!” Then everyone gets ready for the release of confetti as the sound effects of pyrotechnics burst into tiny bright lights that sparkle in the night.
New York City is the place to be when it comes to entertainment and opportunities. Visitors love to board red double decker sightseeing bus tours from Broadway to the upscale Fifth Avenue department stores. New Yorkers work in a congested city with traffic snarls that line the streets for miles and miles. Guys and gals dance to the tunes of pop and rock. Restaurants, bars and nightspots are open ‘round the clock. Whether you’re uptown, midtown or downtown New York is inviting and exciting. That’s why I’m New York bound. Gonna go back to see what I lost, what I found. New York, New York, will always be my kind of town.
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Posted by twood on January 25, 2010 under CD Lyrics |
WAITIN’ IN GRAND CENTRAL STATION
He’s patiently waiting in Grand Central Station. Hangin’ loose around the information booth. Bruce boards the Metro-North line. The express train will arrive on Track 9 around 11:45. He promptly takes a seat. Next stop is Grand Central and 42nd Street. Passengers get off the train and Bruce heads to the information booth looking for Ruth. She’s supposed to be coming in on Track 2 at noon. Every passerby stares him straight in the eye. Bruce looks up at the brass clock on top of the booth, but Ruth still hasn’t arrived. He decides to buy a newspaper and a pack of gum. Bruce is lonesome so he calls Ruth’s home, but she already left. He’s dressed in a nice suit, tie and vest looking to impress Ruth. Bruce goes over to Track 2, rides the escalators up and down, but Ruth is nowhere around. People can get lost in this town. New York is a mighty big city, a little dirty, but damn pretty.
Bruce remembers how Ruth would meet him at Grand Central on the corner of 42nd Street. They’d go out for a bite to eat at that fabulous restaurant and sweet shop down the block. Ruth looked forward to this treat. They always reserved a window seat. Bruce started a conversation with Ruth, but she would hardly speak. The waiter took her order for a fine piece of crab meat and he asked for their special lobster feast.
Everything about Ruth is so perfect and unique. Her sexy body, sleek hairstyle and the way she smiles drives Bruce wild. Now he’s thinking maybe Ruth took a different route so Bruce runs out the Lexington exit. His heart is pounding as he steps onto the hard concrete. He’s tired and beat but continues to look for Ruth up and down the city streets. Bruce then stops to take a peek into the restaurant’s window seat and spots another couple sipping drinks, but doesn’t see Ruth. He immediately takes off to Grand Central’s main concourse where bustling crowds race across the terminal floor. By now his feet are sore, but Bruce adores Ruth so he returns to the information booth.
While hangin’ loose around the information booth Bruce picks up a schedule to Peekskill. Suddenly in the midst of the crowd Ruth appears and she’s in tears. Ruth tells Bruce how some guys tried to rob her with a knife, but she put up a good fight. Two officers came to her rescue. She’s happy to be alive. Bruce is so glad Ruth finally arrived. They hug, kiss and reminisce all the good times walking hand in hand across the terminal floor to an exit door. More people are hangin’ loose around the information booth as echoing sounds come from the underground and a loud speaker announces, “This is Grand Central Terminal, the nation’s largest train station.”
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Posted by twood on January 27, 2010 under CD Lyrics |
