Modern Poetry Edition #50 {Solid Gold} 

It's Oscar night and Queen takes the Solid Gold, 50th-
ever MPulitzer, for Another One Bites The Dust.  The vote
was close.  Freddie and the boys edged Cake by 3 votes.
Cake has been awfully strong, nearly garnering two 
MPulitzers in 60 days.  Well done, boys.  Rod and Ray
and Offspring all managed only one vote each, but there
is many a poem in the 250 nominations to date that 
pulled down no votes.  How much less votes could you get?
None much of course.  Even I have zero votes and I have 
never written a modern poem. 

I don't think it's any coincidence that Queen and Cake are
both good rhyme writers.  It ain't that complicated MPoets.
We likes the rhyming.

Anyone want to volunteer to edit an edition in the April/May
timeframe?

--Sean


Modern Poetry #50 {Solid Gold}
[2/27/06]
Going The Distance by Cake
What Would I Do by Ray Charles
Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) by Offspring
**Another One Bites The Dust by Queen
Handbags And Gladrags by Rod Stewart

**Winner of MPulitzer

Yo yo yo!  Welcome to MP 50!  Only two more editions in
the poeticiscal year, which ends in middlish March.

It's often in dreams I wonder, "were any of Shakespeare's
sonnets set to begin with,

    'Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh?'"

Yes I wonder.  Well, the Offspring's modern
poem "Pretty Fly" starts that way. And we have Cake!

This 50th Edition is worthy of Cake.  Let's hope Cake is
worthy of it.  And my favorite line of all these poems
goes uncredited.  It's when Freddie goes,

    "hey aaye yayee yayee ayee ayyee aye ee ay yay"

near the end of Queen's AOBTD.

Ray Charles' offering is simple, but imbued with nuance
and meaning.  And the Rod Stewart selection is Rod's
first ever in the MP, so we'll take him off the list
of egregious omissions now.  Bonus points to you if
you know the fairly recent significance of the Rod tune.

Vote 'em up with confidence.  The MP academy does not
test for vote-enhancing drugs or doping or even masking
agents.  "So have your one vote and that's it.  Don't be
rude.  Vote your vote.  But do it quickly.  Say good-night
and go home."

If you hesitate, your vote will be lost.

--Sean


Going The Distance by Cake
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Reluctantly crouched at the starting line,
Engines pumping and thumping in time.
The green light flashes, the flags goes up,
Churning and burning, they yearn for the cup.

They deftly maneuver and muscle for rank,
Fuel burning fast on an empty tank,
Wreckless and wild they pour through the turns,
Their prowess is potent and secretly stern.

As they speed through the finish the flags go down.
The fans get up, and get out of town.
The arena is empty except for one man,
Still driving and striving as fast as he can

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup,
But he's driving and striving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.
He's going the distance.

Yeah!

No trophy, no flowers, no flash bulbs, no wine.
He's haunted by something he cannot define.
Bowel shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse,
Assail him, impale him with monster truck force.
In his mind he's still driving, still making the grade.
She's hoping that in time her memories will fade,
Cause he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's fighting and biting and riding on his horse.

The sun has gone down and the moon has come up,
And long ago somebody left with the cup.
But he's striving and driving and hugging the turns,
And thinking of someone for whom he still burns.

Cause he's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
She's all alone, all alone in her time of need.

Because he's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse,
He's racing and pacing and plotting the course,
He's figting and biting and riding on his horse!

He's going the distance.
He's going for speed.
He's going the distance...


What Would I Do by Ray Charles
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If you leave me, if you grieve me
What would I do without you to see me through.
If you hurt me, if you desert me
What would I do, without you, to see me through.

What would I do
Tell me I wanna know
Who would I see
What would I know.

Well I'm crazy, about my baby
What would I do without you, to see me through.
What would I do
Tell me I wanna know
Who would I see
Where would I go.

Well I'm crazy about my baby
What would I do without you, to see me through.


Pretty Fly (For A White Guy) by Offspring
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Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy

Uno dos tres cuatro cinco cinco seís
You know its kinda hard just to get along today
Our subject isn't cool, but he thinks it anyway
He may not have a clue, and he may not have style
But everything he lacks, well he makes up in denial

So don't deflate, play it straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field, keep it real
For you know a way, for you know a way
So if you don't break, just over-compensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricki Lake
The world needs wannabees
Hey, hey, do the brand new thing!

Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy

He needs some cool tunes, not just any will suffice
But they didn't have Ice Cube so he bought Vanilla Ice
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass
But if he looks twice, they're gonna kick his lily ass!

So don't deflate, play it straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field, keep it real
For you know a way, for you know a way
So if you don't break, just over compensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricky Lake
The world loves wannabes
Hey, hey, do the trendy thing!

Now he's getting a tattoo yeah, he's getting ink done
He asks for a 13, but they drew a 31
Friends say he's trying too hard and he's not quite hip
But in his own mind he's the, he's the dopest trick

Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
Give it to me baby, uh huh, uh huh
And all the girlies say I'm pretty fly for a white guy

Uno dos tres cuatro cinco cinco seís

So don't deflate, play it straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway
Gonna play the field, keep it real
For you know a way, for you know a way
So if you don't break, just over compensate
At least you know you can always go on Ricky Lake
The world needs wannabes
The world loves Wannabes
Let's get some more wannabes
Hey, hey, do the brand new thing!


Another One Bites The Dust by Queen
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Steve walks warily down the street,
With the brim pulled way down low
Ain't no sound but the sound of his feet,
Machine guns ready to go
Are you ready, Are you ready for this
Are you hanging on the edge of your seat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
And another one gone, and another one gone
Another one bites the dust
Hey, I'm gonna get you too
Another one bites the dust

How do you think I'm going to get along,
Without you, when you're gone
You took me for everything that I had,
And kicked me out on my own

Are you happy, are you satisfied
How long can you stand the heat
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
To the sound of the beat

Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust
Another one bites the dust

There are plenty of ways you can hurt a man
And bring him to the ground
You can beat him
You can cheat him
You can treat him bad and leave him
When he's down
But I'm ready, yes I'm ready for you
I'm standing on my own two feet
Out of the doorway the bullets rip
Repeating the sound of the beat


Handbags And Gladrags by Rod Stewart
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Ever seen a blind man cross the road
trying to make the other side
Ever seen a young girl growing old
trying to make herself a bride

So what becomes of you my love
When they have finally stripped you of
The handbags and the gladrags
That your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy
Baby

Once I was a young man
and all I thought I had to do was smile
You are still a young girl
and you bought everything in style

Listen
But once you think you're in you're out
'cause you don't mean a single thing without
the handbags and the gladrags
that your Grandad had to sweat so you could buy

Sing a song of six-pence for your sake
And take a bottle full of rye
Four and twenty blackbirds in a cake
And bake them all in a pie

They told me you missed school today
So what I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy

They told me you missed school today
So I suggest you just throw them all away
the handbags and the gladrags
that your poor old Granddad had to sweat to buy ya