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Love gone right
just like we planned it
you and I together
our friends recommend it
aint know thing like loving
someone who loves you back
I'm a star in her conversation
a celebrate in her bed
I sooth her gently
and I stay in her head
tis to tell
when she whispers
kissing for a spell
a glamorous glitter
nights of romance
you and I together
through anything
and any kind of weather
it's me and you
aint that the best
someone told me
you loved me
now I know that it's true
it's real to me
anyone could see
what I really mean to you
It why don't mind saying I don't love you
It's why I can say I care
It's all about
us going out
and having our friends there to share
A skeptic makes peace with marriage
calming the stormy shores
a lover of fools, learns the golden rule
love is a gift not a chore
speak me as husband in conversation
after being you fiance
I'll say I do
and then you say it too
let the romance fill the air
I'm flattered by Nina but need to take her to the cleaners,
and splat her inbetweeners with fluid from wieners.
Don't mock or beat down Bath when you're Bristolian,
you were all conceived in a seat in the Odeon,
and you should defuzzle that muzzle after a dozen shots
or your muzzle will rot,
it puzzles this Bard from Bath when you say I act hard, that's daft,
I craft the first draft with regards to retards,
but I don't spar like "gangsta", more prankstar, thank ya.
Hip hop Choco-latte,
ow the Arty Farty Party is to tarty for a starty,
this is too easy I laugh at thee, not smarty,
Bath's beautiful with history it stores,
Bristol looks like it fell out of a horse,
we've got James Dyson and Jane Austin,
you've got Baldrick and webbed off spring.
Of course you went off course with the Bath beige bit, nit witt,
but if we are beige, Bristol... sage and onion,
If I'm rhyme goo you're rhyme ga ga,
rotating between that and blah blah,
Nina Parmenter my off par mentor turned mental,
I'm a stray away from putting this to an instrumental,
cus I think you're menstrual, coincidental
you say my mouth before my mind,
this is written down, no noise,
talking out your behind.
I see you wearing glasses Bristolian,
but I'm from Bath we're different classes, I'm nearly done,
if people in Bath are strange then Bristolian DNA aint got range.
And I sense your bitter remain poke, "Bath Farage",
I'm Mr. Bath At Large,
so LEAVE WON of your remoan votes in the garbage, that's GAR-BAAGE.
I know your only joking and fun poking
through rhyme freedom and I sometimes free dumb,
the outcome of a lout on one, shouting out me bum,
but you saved it in the end with a bit of innuendo,
good poke, I'm off to play Nintendo,
you're tender when you bend so I wont stick it in your endo,
I'm a good bloke.
From: The office of Spritual Advisor
Re: God And Country
The 600 pound gorilla in the room
has a name and is coming real soon
They can jive and pussyfoot around
but most folks know He's coming to town
Everything He said is now coming true
at least to soldiers like me and you
They cant hear those four horsemen running
everything they bring has already come in
Can we send those four horsemen back?
Yes sir mister, that's a fact!
The 600 pound gorilla's still in the room
I think He's waiting for an answer from you
Now this aint easy
for some it's too hard
We know about the gorilla
we just can't call him lord
What do you do when you
have a problem like this
One simple answer
you put Him to the test
To put you in office we stood in lines very long
Don't make a mistake and let our country go wrong
From Washington to Bush the message is still faith
so don't give up on God's unfailing grace
The beginning of that faith may be hard
but it will start with these words
"So help me God."
What stupid fools, with foggy minds
hovering through menkind like a clouding mist of turmoil,
trying to convert humanity to ignorancy
religion and spiritual meet and merge but part their separate ways
But these persistant followers remain in the merge being insistent, intruding and demanding
and each follower with their own personal savior ,to justify their course.
how does light exist in a world void of darkness.
A God without his polarity
is like an above without a below.
why you fools ,so highly oppinionated yet you fail to help yourselves
Constantly seeking yet, ye have not the eyes to see.
eyes so clouded with ire, ignorancy and pride
Why then boast superior? ye the lords of earth?,
Why thinketh yourselves worth of the titles superior masters of all, yet
ye remain even greater slaves than most
sometimes silence is better understood than mere words deeply spoken
though from a hollow bossom .
those with the knowledge, know when to apply it
in a world like ours, so clouded by the mists of those who believe in a certain perfection.
I am the lord of polarity in isaiah 45 vs 7
"I the lord do and cause all things"
isn't it boring, a world without contradiction
cannot what brings harm also be used for a better good
Then all become neutral as one extreme leads to the other,
as death eventually leads to life and the end of any course is the beginning of another cycle
is not evil an intention found in a foul heart a concept for only humans .
doesn't even greater evil lurk in places of worship, audaciously
standing before us and using the book he crooks the poor.
what greater blasphemy than that
which lurks behind the curtain & goes by a title
"confess thy sins my children", he says
now aint he your lord .
You say Trim Shady come out and play
but Shady aint around no not today
that alter ego went away away to stay
I'm crazy maybe taking on a lady
but here now so hip hip lets slay.
Now Brenda remember
you're just a tender member of the opposite gender
a ghetto gangsta pretender
that I can slam and mash and rename Blenda
and then drink to remain Trim and slender
you'd think I'd stop the slander but
you created a demand for banter
and I'm a year round Santa
present with presents that when I present
generate laughter like America
flying your Tard Spangled Banner with your hand on your heart
your anthem is British and your flag looks like childrens art.
And though we're a pond apart
you will only ever be as lethal as a leaf in free fall
leaving a tree that is leaning deceased and peaceful.
There's a horrendous fungal flap with a flammable feaces in all your pieces
it never ceases while my skill only increases
you smell like cheeses off one of Jesus's pizzas
a pizza that's old, Jesus does that have to be told
you asked and I came and beat ya burned and lol'd at ya,
you wanted to play, well hip hip hooray, I played today!
Intros......
My Name is Segnali comprehend?
My name is Segnali we're is my dressing room?
it's almost showtime we're am I to be?
Segnali ! He yelled sounding mean and rude.
Segnali ! He spoke with such an attitude.
Segnali! That my real name forreal man
stop calling my name!
Segnali: Ricorda la Canzone! Provala Cantala!
Segnali Musica ! I don't know what your saying
why you saying my name?
Segnali Musica: 3,2,1 Musica! Gotcha Bruh,
see how you is.Me musica? you see musica?
No you don't, you see me, I'm Segnali:
Growling Prendi in giro un impostore,
fuori dal mio palco! Segnali Chiama la controfigura!
Tell you what Mister if don't stop saying my
name. Now he gone stormed off, what is this
picking up the costume: this from wardrobe
I shall put this on and when those others are
on stage I shall take this show to a new level.
Tell that Chump Mister to put my name on that
check and better spell it right to! Segnali "the Star
of the Show" Grimey aint nothing on me!
I can't stand that stage manager! I give him
a hard time everynight.
Yikes, all I feel is attitude with zero Christmas mood.
Blessed am I for Jesus’ birth and sacrificial rood,
but Santa and his deer had best just skip our roof
or I might very well rage out on every furry hoof.
All my Christmas feel of unique is long past its peak.
Do color me aloof, uncouth if you choose, or bleak,
but my entire entirety still feels yuletide fatigue
from the Christmas I’m sure we just had last week.
Makes no mind to me if stuffing that gleeful day
stirs relatives into a finger wagging, yapping say.
I’ll show critics red and green done fist proper,
Christmas-awe land them on their tree topper.
I would rather hang with the Grinch and Scrooge
than endure another round of Santa subterfuge.
Aint no way I’m buying, baking, craftily stressing
while wrapping, decorating or glee impressing.
Ho, Ho, Ho can ever so jolly just blow, blow, blow.
I flat out dare Santa to plan to show, show, show.
Sometimes I'm lost in my head
Get this feeling in which I dread
Lost soul coming to find
Some kind of peace of mind
Down at the river I closed my eyes
Don't need to hear no more lies
Standing still I think I see
I want to know why aint free
What do I need to know
What must I finally show
Show me a path away from here
Help me to hide my fear
Nobody here know my name
Can't say nobody is to blame
Lost in some kinda crazy dream
I know that is as bad as it might seem
Time likes to go away
Doesn't anyone have a thing to say
Lost in a dream where I can't break free
Doesn't anybody see
I just stand here waiting for the day .
Is there anymore left to say
I'm not going to sleep in this rain
And I can't stand the pain
Walked down to the corner store
Looking for the door
Some can't seem to see
I just want to be free
Spread my wing and fly
Lost in the corner of my mind
It's me I need find
When it comes to being
called other name's by
people
Sometimes they ain't all that
half bad at all and can even
leave one feeling rather glad
instead
Like when i first heard the
name of someone called
Chris Ozzy
Spoken of in such glowing
terms of affection i myself
wanted and wondered why
i had never met him
Until 1 day with no 1 stood
beside or behind me Kevin
said Chris Ozzy is here
And it finally dawned on me
and i realized i was in fact
Chris Ozzy
Which Kevin named me simply
because i had a foreign not
scouse accent
And i have loved every single
day and more since because
it has a far better ring to it
than Chris S.A
And everyone still laughs to
this day when the origins of
this story is told to them
When people realize i am not Australian never actually been
nor related to anyone from
And best of latter out 1 day
whilst shopping with my
mother
We bumped into no other
than Kevin the man himself
And once after introducing
them we parted companies
with Kevin waving my Mum
a fond farewell
Saying goodbye very nice
to meet you
Mrs Ozzy , Chris Ozzy mum
And now she laughs and
love's it just as much as i do
Don’t be a Cinderfella
I aint no Cinderella
get off your **** and mow
don’t watch the weeds all grow.
Now if we’re being truthful
I need you to be useful
cause I don’t need no boy
I don’t want no toy.
I need a real damn man
who likes to lend a hand
someone to meet my needs
not afraid to take the lead.
If you can’t bring to the table
everything you are able
then take a bloody hike
get on ya pussy bike.
Don’t need no Cinderfella
cause I aint no Cinderella
I like to get things done
throw in a little fun.
A real man provides protection
has a real connection
Is a calm within the storm
has a heart that’s really warm.
A real man aint no Cinderfella
He shouldn’t need no Cinderella.