Modern Poetry Edition #43

All right, party people in the house... Hey, we're busy here.
It seems Santa had many requests for Modern Poetry swag  
and he in turn has got us jumping.  He's a little too "Theory X"
for me -- very demanding.  But he is Santa so whaddaya gonn do?   
 
As for all the requests for yuletide stuff of the Modern Poetry variety,  
well, "there's no accounting for taste" or for you Latin purists,  
"De gustibus non est disputandum." 

Anyway, this week's winner is the very nice "L.A. Woman" from 
The Doors (the name, 'The Doors' is from an excellent and trippy 
book called The Doors of Perception by Aldous Huxley).

It was a narrow victory over Prince and Phil.  I was personally
touched by Prince's closing line.  Does anyone get from,
"Do Me, Baby" to "I'm so cold... Hold me" with more aplomb?
Uhhh, no.

Welcome in, Mr. Mojo Risin'.  We're glad to have you, and no, 
This Isn't The End.  We're just gettin' started.

Look for some new MP soon.  BTW, our membership drive
yielded ZERO new members.  Wow, how much less could that
have been if we hadn't run such a brilliant campaign?  NONE.
The answer is "none much less."  Gimme some referrals for
MP subscribers or our ad rates are gonna drop.

Till next time... 

Snoochy Booches,

--Sean
 

Modern Poetry #43
[12/6/05]

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani
Golddigger by Kanye West
In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins
**L.A. Woman by The Doors
Do Me, Baby by Prince

**Winner of MPulitzer

All right you little rascals, don't you remember
"reading is FUNdamental." Read your MP, and
vote.

I'll be wrapping up this Modern Poetry on
Wednesday or Thursday next week, so don't
be lollygaggin'.

Only 16 more days until the start of Kwanzaa!

--Sean

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Jeez, maybe the name of the Modern Poetry
should be called Modern Errors. Last week I
sent out lyrics for Loverboy full of admonitions
to "TURN ME LOSE." Sharp-eyed Abbay
R-M caught that one.

Then this week, Gwen's entry is missing
"gonna lead the pack, Gonna get a touchdown."
See, that's the problem with my fantasy football
team too, missing touchdowns. ;-)

You MP veterans know that the corrected and
up-to-date MP is here:
http://www.macdart.com/mp/default.htm

--Sean

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Happy 43rd, you lovers of Modern Poetry. This is
the MP #43, the first of ten editions between now
and the end of the Modern Poetry Year in March.

Watch it, the language used by some of the day's
most potent poets can run a bit salty.

Since there is no theme for this edition, let's just savor
the number 43, while we enjoy the bon mots from an interesting
fivesome. Sit down and pour yourself a shot of
Cuarenta Y Tres (Licor 43), that smooth, Spanish,68-proof
elixir made from 43 tasty flavorings, look up some info on
the King, Richard Petty (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Petty)
(in the number 43 car, natch), and enjoy the latest MP.

Closing lines to the included poems are:
   -Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit
   -But when you get on, he leave yo ass for a white girl
   -And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord...
   -Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
        Or just another lost angel...City of Night
   -Iím so cold....just hold me

That's it. Enjoy. You know what to do. Take your time,
do it right.

--Sean

Hollaback Girl by Gwen Stefani
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Uh huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that, getting everybody fired up
So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down, getting everybody fired up

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student-teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner, but there can only be one
So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing, and another one bites the dust

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Let me hear you say, the shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
The shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A YAY!
Again the shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S!
The shit is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A YAY!

Few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
Because I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Ooooh ooh, this my shit, this my shit

Golddigger by Kanye West
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[Jamie Foxx]
She take my money well I'm in need
Yeah she's a triflin friend indeed
Oh she's a gold digger way over town
That digs on me

(She give me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (Well I'm in Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(She take me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)
but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head

Cutie the bomb
Met her at a beauty salon
With a baby louis vuitton
Under her underarm
She said I can tell you rock
I can tell by ya charm
Far as girls you got a flock
I can tell by ya charm and ya arm
but I'm lookin for the one
have you seen her
My psychic told me she'll have a ass like Serena
Trina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids
And I gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz
Ok get ya kids but then they got their friends
I Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up in
We all went to din and then I had to pay
If you fuckin with this girl then you betta be paid
You know why
It take too much to touch her
From what I heard she got a baby by Busta
My best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher
I dont care what none of ya'll say I still love her

(She give me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (Well I'm in Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(She take me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)
but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(on yo knees)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head

18 years, 18 years
She got one of yo kids got you for 18 years
I know somebody payin child support for one of his kids
His baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his
You will see him on TV Any Given Sunday
Win the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai
She was supposed to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money
She went to the doctor got lipo with ya money
She walkin around lookin like Michael with ya money
Should've got that insured, GEICO for ya moneeey( your money)
If you aint no punk holla 'We Want Prenupt'
WE WANT PRENUPT!, Yeaah
It's something that you need to have
Cause when she leave yo ass she gon' leave with half
18 years, 18 years
And on the 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his

(She give me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (Well I'm in Need)
But she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(She take me money)
Now I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm in Need)
but she aint messin wit no broke niggaz(i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head get down (i gotta leave)
get down girl go head

Now I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs
Y'all wanna do the smoke but he can't buy weed
You go out to eat and he cant pay y'all can't leave
There's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves
But while yall washin watch him
He gone make it into a Benz out of that Datsun
He got that ambition baby look in his eyes
This week he moppin floorz next week it's the friers
So, stick by his side
I know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice
And they gone keep callin and tryin
But you stay right girl
But when you get on, he leave yo ass for a white girl

Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
Get down girl go head get down
[she take my money]
Let me hear that back

In The Air Tonight by Phil Collins
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I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
Iíve been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord
Can you feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord

Well, if you told me you were drowning
I would not lend a hand
Iíve seen your face before my friend
But I donít know if you know who I am
Well, I was there and I saw what you did
I saw it with my own two eyes
So you can wipe off the grin, I know where youíve been
Itís all been a pack of lies

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord
Iíve been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord
And Iíve been waiting for this moment all my life, oh lord, oh lord

Well I remember, I remember donít worry
How could I ever forget, itís the first time, the last time we ever met
But I know the reason why you keep your silence up, no you donít fool me
The hurt doesnít show; but the pain still grows
Itís no stranger to you or me

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord...

L.A. Woman by The Doors
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Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woo, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
L.A. Woman Sunday afternoon
Drive thru your suburbs
Into your blues, into your blues, yeah
Into your blue-blue Blues
Into your blues, ohh, yeah

I see your hair is burnin'
Hills are filled with fire
If they say I never loved you
You know they are a liar
Drivin' down your freeways
Midnite alleys roam
Cops in cars, the topless bars
Never saw a woman...
So alone, so alone
So alone, so alone

Motel Money Murder Madness
Let's change the mood from glad to sadness

Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Got to keep on risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', Mr. Mojo Risin'
Mojo Risin', gotta Mojo Risin'
Mr. Mojo Risin', gotta keep on risin'
Risin', risin'
Gone risin', risin'
I'm gone risin', risin'
I gotta risin', risin'
Well, risin', risin'
I gotta, wooo, yeah, risin'
Woah, ohh yeah

Well, I just got into town about an hour ago
Took a look around, see which way the wind blow
Where the little girls in their Hollywood bungalows

Are you a lucky little lady in the City of Light
Or just another lost angel...City of Night
City of Night, City of Night, City of Night, woah, c'mon

L.A. Woman, L.A. Woman
L.A. Woman, your my woman
Little L.A. Woman, Little L.A. Woman
L.A. L.A. Woman Woman
L.A. Woman c'mon

Do Me, Baby by Prince
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Here we are in this big old empty room, staring each other down
U want me just as much as I want u, letís stop fooling around
Take me baby... kiss me all over... play with my love
Bring out whatís been in me for far too long
Baby, u know thatís all Iíve been dreaming of
Do me baby, like u never done before
Give it to me till I just canít take no more
Do me baby, like u never done before
I want u now, I just canít wait no more, canít wait...

Here we are looking for a reason for u to lay me down
For a love like ours is never out of season, so baby please stop teasing me
What ya do, I can never love no other, uíre the best I ever had
Whenever weíre not close to one another, I just want u so bad

So do me baby, like u never done before
Give it to me till I just canít take no more
Címon, do me baby, like u never done before
I want u now, I just canít wait no more

I said ooo...ooo...oooo...ooooooo
Do me baby, do me baby, give it to me
Do me baby, I want u now
Do me baby, give it to me
Do me baby, do me baby, donít wanna do it all alone
I want your love.
Do me baby, give it to me
Do me baby, this feeling is too strong, make me wait 2 long, I want u now

Youíre leaving me no choice
Ok, what are u gonna do...u just gonna sit there and watch? alright...
Are u sure u donít wanna close your eyes?
...well, isnít it supposed to take a long time?
Iím not gonna stop till the war is over...
Help me! there...ok...ok
Iím so cold....just hold me