Modern Poetry Edition #2


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[3/25/04]
Ain't Nothin' You Can Do by Van Morrison
**O.P.P. by Naughty By Nature
Sympathy For The Devil by the Rolling Stones
Pigs In Zen by Jane's Addiction
Livng for the City by Stevie Wonder

 

**Winner of MPulitzer

 

I still don't think OPP is perfect, but it's here!

It's in this week's poetry right here for ya.

Next week, perhaps some Oran 'Juice' Jones?!

Do they have Pulitzers for poetry?

 

Warning:  not all of these are G-Rated.

 

Enjoy.

 

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Ain't Nothin' You Can Do by Van Morrison (w/b. Deadric Malone, Joe Scott)

When you got a headache

An you try to soothe the pain

Go right back to sleep

And you'll feel all right again

When ya got a backache

Little rubbin' will see you through

When you got a heartache

There ain't nothin' you can do

 

There ain't nothin' you can do

There ain't nothin' you can do

When you got a heartache

There ain't nothin' you can do

 

A man can't break a stone

So he tried another lick

Iceman can't break his ice, Lord

So he tries another pick

An electric lights go out

Candle light will see you through

When you got a heartache

There ain't nothin' you can do

 

There ain't nothin' you can do

There ain't nothin' you can do

When you got a heartache

There ain't nothin' you can do

 

Hey!

...

Ev'ry time I think about it

Ev'ry time I think about it

When ya got a heartache

There ain't nothin' you can do

Ev'ry time I think about it

Ev'ry time I think about it

Ev'ry time I think about it

 

 

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O.P.P. by Naughty By Nature

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)

O.P.P., how can I explain it

I'll take it frame by frame it

To have y'all jumpin', shoutin', singin' it

O is for Other, P is for People scratch your temple

The last P...well...that's not that simple

It's sorta like another way to call a cat a kitten

It's five little letters that are missin' here

You get on occasion at the other party as a game 'n

It seems I gotta start to explainin'

Bust it

You ever had a girl and met her on a nice hello?

You get her name and number and then you feelin' real mellow

You get home, wait a day, she's what you wanna know about

Then you call up and it's her girlfriend or her cousin's house

It's not a front, F to the R to the O to the N to the T

It's just her boyfriend's at her house (Boy, that's what is scary)

It's O.P.P. time, other people's what you get it

There's no room for relationships, there's just room to hit it

How many brothers out there know just what I'm gettin' at

Who think it's wrong 'cause I'm splittin' and co-hittin' that

Well if you do, that's O.P.P. and you're not down with it

But if you don't, here's your membership

 

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)

 

As for the ladies, O.P.P. means something gifted

The first two letters are the same but the last is something different

It's the longest, loveliest, lean - I call it the leanest

It's another five letter word rhymin' with "cleanest" and "meanest"

I won't get into that, I'll do it...ah...sorta properly

I say the last P...hmmm...stands for "property"

Now ladies here comes a kiss, blow a kiss back to me, now tell me exactly

Have you ever known a brother who have another like a girl or wife

And you just had to stop 'cause he look just as nice

You looked at him, he looked at you, and you knew right away

That he had someone but he was gonna be yours anyway

You couldn't be seen with him and honestly you didn't care

'Cause in a room behind a door no one but y'all are there

When y'all are finish, y'all can leave and only y'all would know

And then y'all could throw the skeleton bones right in the closet do'

Now don't be shocked 'cause if you're down, I want your hands up high

Say O.P.P. (O.P.P.), I like to say with pride

Now when you do it, do it well and make sure that it counts

You're now down with a discount

 

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)

 

This girl ah tried to O.P.P. me

I had a girl and she knew that matter-of-fact my girl and I

Had a fall out, disagreement, yeah an argument

She tried to do me so we did it in my apartment, bust it

That wasn't the thing it must have been the way she hit the ceiling

'Cos after that she kept on coming back and catchin' feelings

I said, "Let's go my girl is coming so you gotta leave"

She said, "Oh no, I love you Treach" I said, "Now child please"

"You gots to leave, come grab your coat, right now you gotta go"

I said "Now get yourself to the stairs and to the stairwell

This was a thing, a little thing, you shouldn't have put your heart

'Cause you know I was O.P.P., hell, from the very start

Come on, come on, now let me tell you what it's all about

When you get down, you can't go 'round runnin' off at the mouth"

That's rule number one in this O.P.P. establishment

You keep your mouth shut and it won't get back to her or him

Exciting isn't it, a special kinda business

Many of you will catch the same sorta OPP

Is you with him or her, for sure is going to admit it

When OPP comes, damn-- skippy I'm with it

 

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (Every last homie)

You down with O.P.P. (Yeah you know me) 3X

Who's down with O.P.P. (All the homies)

 

 

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Sympathy For The Devil by the Rolling Stones

Please allow me to introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

I've been around for a long, long year

Stole many a man's soul and faith

 

And I was 'round when Jesus Christ

Had his moment of doubt and pain

Made damn sure that Pilate

Washed his hands and sealed his fate

 

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game

 

I stuck around St. Petersberg

When I saw it was a time for a change

Killed the Czar and his ministers

Anastasia screamed in vain

 

I rode a tank

Held a general's rank

When the Blitzkrieg raged

And the bodies stank

 

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guess my name, oh yeah

What's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah

 

I watched with glee

While your kings and queens

Fought for ten decades

For the Gods they made

 

I shouted out

"Who killed the Kennedys?"

When after all

It was you and me

 

Let me please introduce myself

I'm a man of wealth and taste

And I laid traps for troubadours

Who get killed before they reached Bombay

 

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, oh yeah, get down, baby

 

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, oh yeah

But what's confusing you

Is just the nature of my game

 

Just as every cop is a criminal

And all the sinners saints

As heads is tails

Just call me Lucifer

'Cause I'm in need of some restraint

 

So if you meet me

Have some courtesy

Have some sympathy, and some taste

Use all your well-learned politesse

Or I'll lay your soul to waste, um yeah

 

Pleased to meet you

Hope you guessed my name, um yeah

But what's puzzling you

Is the nature of my game, um baby, get down

 

Woo, who

Oh yeah, get on down

Oh yeah

Oh yeah!

 

Tell me baby, what's my name

Tell me honey, baby guess my name

Tell me baby, what's my name

I tell you one time, you're to blame

What's my name

Tell me, baby, what's my name

Tell me, sweetie, what's my name

 

 

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Pigs In Zen by Jane's Addiction

pigs in the mud

when he tires

 

pigs in zen

pigs in zen

 

pig is nude

unashamed

 

pig's in zen

pig's in zen

 

talkin' bout the pig

the pig

the pig - uh

pa-pa-pa-pa-pig

goddamn pig!

pig mounts sow

when he's wound

 

pig's in zen

pig's in zen

 

pig eats shit

but only when he hungers

 

pig's in zen

pig's in zen

 

talkin' bout the pig

the pig

the pig - uh

pa-pa-pa-pa-pig

goddamn pig

 

POETRY FROM JANE'S ADDICTION (Triple X)

Oh baby

I know about war

But I just wanna f*ck

I know about pain and suffering and being cold

But I just wanna f*ck

Pig is led to the slaughter

Pig is led to the sla....

This he says

Is the price some pay

For a simple life

Oh, how he feels

That's proof for him

Pigs in Zen....

 

POETRY FROM NOTHING'S SHOCKING...

Yeah, so roses are red

I made up the rest

If you got some big fucking secret

Then why don't you sing me something?

I'm in the midst of a trauma

Leave a message, I'll call you back

Leave it by the bed

Some people should die

That's just unconscious knowledge

Because, because the bigger you get

The wider you're spread

You gotta depend on me

Now your vision is dead

The more your dream is dead

Visions...

It gets sucked from my eye

Like an eagle's claw...

 

 

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Livng for the City by Stevie Wonder

A boy is born in hard time Mississippi

Surrounded by four walls that ain't so pretty

His parents give him love and affection

To keep him strong moving in the right direction

 

Living just enough, just enough for the city...ee ha!

 

His father works some days for fourteen hours

And you can bet he barely makes a dollar

His mother goes to scrub the floors for many

And you'd best believe she hardly gets a penny

 

Living just enough, just enough for the city... yeah!

 

His sister's black but she is sho'nuff pretty

Her skirt is short but Lord her legs are sturdy

To walk to school she's got to get up early

Her clothes are old but never are they dirty

 

Living just enough, just enough for the city...um hum

 

Her brother's smart he's got more sense than many

His patience's long but soon he won't have any

To find a job is like a haystack needle

Cause where he lives they don't use colored people

 

Living just enough, just enough for the city...

Living just enough...

For the city... ooh, ooh

 

His hair is long, his feet are hard and gritty

He spends his life walking the streets of New York City

He's almost dead from breathing in air pollution

He tried to vote but to him there's no solution

 

Living just enough, just enough for the city...

 

I hope you hear inside my voice of sorrow

And that it motivates you to make a better tomorrow

This place is cruel no where could be much colder

If we don't change the world will soon be over

 

Living just enough, stop giving just enough for the city!!!!

La, La, La, La, La, La...

Da Ba Da Da Da Da Da Da...

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