The Man Who Can't Be Moved - The Script

Lyrics:
Going back to the corner,
where I first saw you
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag,
I'm not gonna move
Got some words on cardboard
Got your picture in my hand
Saying "if you see this girl can you tell her where I am"
Some try to hand me money
They don't understand,
I'm not broke I'm just a broken hearted man
I know it makes no sense
What else can I do?
How can I move on
when I'm still in love with you?

Cause' if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here
to the place that we'd meet
Then you'd see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street,
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving

Policeman says "Son you cant stay here"
I say there's someone I'm waiting for if its a day, a month, a year,
Gotta stand my ground,
even if it rains or snows,
If she changes her mind,
this is the first place she will go

Cause' if one day you wake up
and find that your missing me
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here
to the place that we'd meet
Then you'd see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street,
So I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving

People talk about the guy,
thats waiting in on a girl
Woooaah -oooh
There are no holes in his shoes,
But a big hole in his world
Oooooh
Maybe I'll get famous for the man who can't be moved,
and maybe you wont mean to but you'll see me on the news,
and you'd come running to the corner,
Cause' you'll know its just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved
I'm the man who cant be moved

Cause' if one day you wake up,
and find that your missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here
to the place that we'd meet
and you'd see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street
so I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
I'm not moving
(Cause' if one day you wake up,
and find that your missing me,
and your heart starts to wonder
where on this earth I could be,
Thinking maybe you'd come back here
to the place that we'd meet
and you'd see me waiting for you
on the corner of the street)

Going back to the corner where I first saw you,
Gonna camp in my sleeping bag; I'm not gonna move

No Sex in the City

Single female, proud to say...
No stranger to love, but I stay far away
Could wrap my legs around you for a round or two...
But the question always remains, will you know what to do?
One moment seems so right -- I decide to spend the night
Wet kisses, heavy breathing -- are you loving me or seizing ?
A mad game you claim, as I try to tame the movements...
so distracted by the awkwardness of the moment, my mind begins to wonder...
Calculate a list of tasks I have to undertake...
As soon as I fake this ahh... ending...
Hmm, did I remember to TIVO Sex in the City ...
I look up at him -- hurry have pity...
Dirty words he whisper as he ask me how it feels....
First thought is -- "is this ni**a for real"...
But, "oh yeah baby" is what I say, telling him how I've waited for this all day...
Steady counting the minutes, the seconds... reminded of an episode of Sex in the City...
"Is it better to 'fake it' than be alone?"...oh, wait time to moan...
All I kept thinking is how I'd rather be alone then forced to pretend...
I look out the window, skylines a blazing... My eyes float to the clock...
11 on the dot...
He smiles down on me, i think its going to end...
Eyes float to the TV... expecting a red dot to appear...
As he smacks my rear... and collapses.
Negative... ZERO...nada.
great, just great I've been screwed out of Sex in the City -- figuratively and literally-- twice today.

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* disclaimer:
Not my true story... but it could be someone elses out there.



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For me right now its hard to say that i never thought i'd face this day. Alone tired and a shamed. I was afraid when they called my name. One step two steps three. The whole time I just kept asking how could this happen to me. Violated and underestimated. Sorrowful looks as I walked passed. Man, I hate that ass. A gentel caress soon became a hard smack as the sound of my screaming went slack. Buttons flying underwear ripping - then tears dripping. Hand sliding from throat to naval. Mad that I wasn't able-- to stop the pain... he said I was the one to blame. Legs spread wide, feeling nothing but cold inside. Room spinning, eyes tightly shut, a forcefuly thust, now deeply cut. Clinching my hips and then rubbing my breast, its a moment I'll never forget. Five minutes, felt like an eternity especially cause he was burning me. As he pushed in deeper- I kept praying for the grim reaper. Captivated by his charm, didn't think he could do me any harm. Left myself open to this endless round of chockin and unwanted strokin. Faster and faster he went, suddenly collapsing because he was spent. The weight of his body crushed as I gushed out air I didn't even know I was holdin in. He rolled over and off the bed. Held a gun to my head. Said if I told anyone I'd be dead. He grabbed my face and made me look him in the eye- this time I refused to cry. As I looked at the man who stole my male trust, all cause he was feeling a fit of lust. The hospital workers fell in a hush as I told them the story about my crush. I told them I wanted to take a shower, it had been nearly half an hour. I asked if they could hurry with the examination. I apologize for not coming here sooner, for a long time I just laid in bed, feeling my heart turn to lead and praying that come morning I'd be dead.Tears rolled down my face as I felt the warm embrace of first the doctor and then the nurse. She handed me my purse and with a soft curse I climbed down from the hospital bed, tried to walk on legs that were battered and bruised. I past a mirror and became starteled and confused.I didn't recognize The person stairing back at me

Ms. Sadie

My best friend in the world lost her mother on July 8th.
I started to write this poem and just got so overwhelmed with grief...
I suppose one day I will finish it, but here's all I got so far...


I am going to remember you just the way you were--
A force to be reckoned with
Southern bred, city raised
A mama to all that came your way
Your laugh was infectious, your smile just the same
I still smile thinking of how your pronounced my name
Ms. Sadie, Ms. Sadie
Such a classy lady
You taught your children right from wrong
And never to cause harm
Fearful of God and respectful of all
Tamara will miss you -most of all
Ms. Sadie, Ms. Sadie
Your laugh was infectious, your smile always so bright
Its hard to believe we lost you tonight

Black Baby Cry

Black baby, tell me why you cry?
Is it cause you ain't red-boned like the others
With the long silky hair they got from their white mothers?
Black baby, tell me why you cry?
Is it cause the guys be giving you the side eye when you walk by?
Black baby, tell me why you cry ?
Life's not fair my dear
So don't shed a tear
Cause it's your black beauty that they fear
With your rich coco skin
Cherry Red lips
You've got what the ol' school calls -- birthin' hips
Black baby, tell me why you cry?
Is it cause when you turn on the TV
All you see is skinny girls
Waving their diamonds and pearls
Shaking their ass -- without much class
Black baby, tell me why you cry?
You fail to see what you could be
If you just dried your eyes
Look past the perception of what beauty is
Black baby, tell me why you cry?

Love is lonely

Love is

Optomisticlly

Naive

Enduring troubled souls a

Lifetime of

Yearings

Consequences of Sound - Regina spektor

Lyrics:
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair
and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back inside
right past my brain and eyes
into my stomach juice
where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories nutrition values
and I absorb back in the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Got a soundtrack in my mind all the time
Kids screaming from too much beat up and
they don't even rhyme
They just stand there on a street cornerskin
tucked in and meat side out and shouting
I'd like to turn them down but there ain't no knob
Born into picket fences not into picket lines
All this hippie shit's for the sixties
Only cliché in our times
but what if one of these days your heart will just stop ticking
and they sort of just don't find you till your cubicle is reeking?
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
Did you know that the gravedigger's still getting stuck in the machine
even though it's a whole other daydream?
It's another town
It's another world
where the kid's asleep
and the loans are paid
and the lawns are mowed
What'd you think all the gravediggers were gone
just 'cause one song is done?
There's always another one
waiting right around the bend till this one ends
Then it begins squeaky clean and it starts all over again
The weather report keeps on tossing and turning
predicting and warning and warning and warning of possible leakage from news publications andpossible leakage from news tv stations
That very same morning right next to her coffee she noticed some bleeding and heard hollow coughing
The national geographic was being too graphic
when all she had wanted to know was the traffic
The world's got a nosebleed, it said, and we're flooding
but we keep on cutting the trees in the forestand we keep on paying those freaks on the tv ho claim they will save us but want to enslave us and sweating like demons, they scream through our speakers
but we leave the sound on cause silence is harder and no one's the killer and no one's the martyr
The world that has made us can no longer contain us
and prophets are silent then rotting away 'cause
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
My rhyme ain't good just yet
My brain and tongue just met
and they ain't friends so far
My words don't travel far
They tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere
They grow right back insideright past my brain and eyes into my stomach juice where they don't serve much use
No healthy calories nutrition values
and I absorb back in the words right through my skin
They sit there festering inside my bowels
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds
The consonants and vowels
The consequence of sounds