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Major General
05:36
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Major General
The Major went down to the general store
To limp in to his-story
A 20-inch box for patella to toenail
To travel up the Potomac
Elbow to knee
Paper to pen
He didn’t know what to tell them…
I lost my mind the very first time…1859
Flowers for the missus, the missus gone amiss
In another mister’s trousers
I chased him down to Lafayette
Asked him for any last words
“O say can you see” was enough for me
I shot the son of a Francis Scott Key
Behind bars, I wait
Day turned a week
Counsel came to counsel me, desperate as can be
“I’ve got a crazy idea.
“You haven’t got a left leg left
To stand on,” Stanton said to me
They let me off I was the first not guilty
By reason of insanity
“With the compliments of Major General”
Sickles was his name
“With the compliments of Major General,
D.E.S.”
The second time I lost my mind…four years gone by
From Fredericksburg to Chancellorsville, the South gone bad at Gettysburg
Defiantly I stand
My many men met bayonets
A cannonball catches me
My leg is gone
I will remains
Chorus…
D.E.S.
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Poetry
03:32
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Poetry
Listen, this is poetry
Rhyme this word with that one
Ready here it comes
Onomatopoeia
C’mon I wanna see ya
Come over here and give me some
Iambic pentameter
I get what you said
I’ve written something so romantic
So heartfelt and sweet
You’ll fall down and weep
I want to see you naked in my bed
Is that what girls like
Sweet somethings?
This is how you like me best
I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things
Or maybe not
I guess
Haiku
I like you
Your hair seems like a river
Now let’s get it on
Now that I’m a troubadour
Can you spare some time?
You and I make such a perfect couplet
Epigram or sonnet
If it’s poetry I’m on it
Now let’s explore your feminine rhyme
Is that what girls like
Sweet somethings?
This is how you like me best
I can be soft and sensitive if that would help things
Or maybe not
I guess
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3. |
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
05:31
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Obsessive Compulsive Boy
Tired not tired he walks down the staircase
Twitching from hunger or so you might think
It’s midnight on a weeknight, but sleep isn’t coming
At least not until he scours the kitchen sink
Obsessive compulsive boy
Oh, obsessive compulsive
They call him Obsessive Compulsive Boy
The oven’s self-cleaning, but that’s not sufficient
For Obsessive Compulsive Boy
As soon as he’s done with that, he’ll rearrange the hat rack
And he’ll head outside to feed the koi fish
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
I don’t know why they call me that
Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my
Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy
Hey kids, let’s go look at that strange man in the clean house
He hasn’t come outside for 20 days
We’ll drive him insane when we lock him in a closet
Where the clothes aren’t all facing the same way
I can see that you’re obviously jealous
Envious of my cleanly ways
And I can see that this room is in dire need of dusting
But I can’t see why you call me obsessive compulsive boy
Obsessive Compulsive Boy
I don’t know why they call me that
Now pardon me while I wash my hands wash my hands wash my hands wash my
Hands of Obsessive Compulsive Boy
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