Madman 92 Re-mix

Disneyland is the place to be, cmon baby, just you and me;
Hand in hand, to disneyland, we go! not slow;
Happiest place, in the world til the madman grabs a girl;
Hand in hand, with the madman, she goes! oh oh!
Chorus
Knife gleamin no feelins, axe wieldin, child stealin,
Madman is loose.... in disneyland (in disneyland)
Come here little girl if you wanna see, peter pans magic flight on l.s.d.
Up and down, all around, we go! whoa oh!
Repeat chorus
Madman is loose in disneyland; hes back here by popular demand;
Madman is loose in disneyland; hell take no lip but hell take your head!
Surprise, surprise, Im comin at ya live;
I sure as hell aint mickey mouse, Im a killer in disguise
You can run and you can hide;
But you aint gettin away cause I got you in my sight;
Axe wieldn, child stealin;
Im a mad mother and Im loose!... in disneyland!
Have you heard the news, madman sure is loose,
Got you by the noose, have his way with you;

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song performed by Ugly Kid Joe
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Whiskey Pete

Whiskey Pete you're quite the treat
Immobilizing patroness to third degree burns
Military issue- first rounds for insurgents
Civilians get the tab, for hospital mistresses
Children's skin blister doppelgangers syphilis
Their flesh hangs mauve with a viscous mucous
No next semester, when doctors can't cure it
Hemoglobin's sun stroke with your gin and tonic

Whiskey Pete your ambrosia reeks
Profiting mercy that is extra for beating
During first rounds under combat bordellos
Opening doors made a killing in Fallujah
New customer victims, malt a poisoned chalice
Wailing mothers in Hijabs, beg grief for virgins
Towards a sky that is hollow to pleas on the inside
This smell of success is white man's crime

Whiskey Pete know one has you beat
When it comes to hangovers for organ failures

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poem by Kevin Patrick
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Rich & Famous

This is the rags to riches story
Of the insane clown posse
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
Ive violent j and Im rich like rush limbaugh is fat imagine that
First, mancow put us on the air
And everybody jumped on our wagons right there
Mancows been down with the clown
Since kurt cobains head was still around
I wont forget how I made my bread
Cause I remember we was like john denver, hehe...dead
Back then I thought I was the bomb
I couldnt even sell a tape to my own mom
I was broke, dinner was grain and rye
Now I sit with chilled faygo in a phat ride
And at shows I sold out nightly
On top of that I think erma likes me
Mickey mouse we aint goin no place

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song performed by Insane Clown Posse
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Rich And Famous

This is the rags to riches story
Of the insane clown posse
Mancow made us rich and famous
Whole world hate us, mancow played us
Now look at us, platinum status
We owe it all to mancow
I've violent j and i'm rich like rush limbaugh is fat imagine that
First, mancow put us on the air
And everybody jumped on our wagons right there
Mancow's been down with the clown
Since kurt cobain's head was still around
I won't forget how i made my bread
Cause i remember we was like john denver, hehe...dead
Back then i thought i was the bomb
I couldn't even sell a tape to my own mom
I was broke, dinner was grain and rye
Now i sit with chilled faygo in a phat ride
And at shows i sold out nightly
On top of that i think erma likes me
Mickey mouse we ain't goin no place

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song performed by Insane Clown Posse
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Life On Mars?

Its a god-awful small affair,to the girl with the mousy hair,but her mother is
Yellingno,and her father has told her to go,but her friend is nowhere to be
Seen,as she walks through her sunken dream,to the seat with the clearest
View,and shes hooked to the silver screen,but the film is a saddening
Bore,cause shes lived it ten times or more,she could spit in the eyes of
Fools,as they ask her to focus on,sailors fighting in a dance hall,oh man!look
At those cavemen go,its the freakiest show,take a look at the lawman beating
Up the wrong guy,oh man!wonder if hell ever know,hes in the best selling
Show,is there life on mars? its on americas tortured brow,mickey mouse has
Grown up a cow,now the workers have struck for fame,cause lennons on sale
Again,see the mice in thier million hordes,but to the ibeza to the norfolk
Broads,rule britannia is out of bounds,to my mother,my dog,and clouds,but the
Film is a saddening bore,cause I wrote it ten times before,its about to be
Writ again,as I ask you to focus o
N,sailors fighting in the dance hall,oh man!look at those cavemen go,its the
Freakiest show,take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy,oh man!wonder
If hell ever know,hes in the best selling show,is there life on mars,(lyrics
Fade)

song performed by David Bowie
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Keeping Faith In Hollow Concepts

Intelligence can not be enforced,
Upon those restricted and conditioned...
To accept the limitating affects,
Of their teachings.

If people are lead to believe...
An aspect of life that does not exist,
But for them they can achieve...
Then of course,
Their efforts are going to be frustrating.
It is like keeping faith in concepts,
That are not real!
But to the death they are embraced and held.

When I realized Santa Claus did not exist...
I went ballistic!
The Easter Bunny, Minnie and Mickey Mouse
And a host of my childhood allies...
Were erased from me,
When I began to age with understanding I then refused!

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Youre The Top

At words poetic Im so pathetic
That I always have found it best
Instead of getting em off my chest,
To let em rest - unexpressed.
I hate parading my serenading,
As Ill probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not so pretty,
At least itll tell you how great you are.
Youre the top! youre the collosseum,
Youre the top! youre the louvre museum,
Youre the melody from a symphony by strauss,
Youre a bendel bonnet,
A shakespeare sonnet,
Youre mickey mouse!
Youre the nile! youre the towr of pisa,
Youre the smile, on the mona lisa!
Im a worthless check, a total wreck, a flop!
But if baby Im the bottom,
Youre the top!
Youre the top, youre mahatma gandhi,

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song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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Stranger Than You

At a bar on 43rd at quarter to two
Met my friend the chinese elvis and hoisted a few
He talks like mickey mouse
And sees with x-ray eyes
Lives in a cardboard house
I almost gave him the prize
Until you
Came along - thanks for opening my eyes
Things you do - right or wrong
It should come as no surprise
When you live in a town where theres always somebody
Stranger than you
At 83rd and amsterdam theres an indian jew
Who pierced all his private parts with a permanent screw
He sleeps on a bed of nails
Which came from outer space
And in my taller tales
I gave him pride of place
Until you
Came along - thanks for opening my eyes

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song performed by Joe Jackson
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Why Should We Believe In A God

From the day we are born we're taught myths galore,
Cartoon characters when young are so real,
Mickey Mouse and Bugs Bunny we love and adore,
To us they all have a special appeal.

Then once a year there comes Santa Claus,
Down our chimneys he always arrives,
Some biscuits and milk with a couple of straws,
On our goodwill this great man thrives.

Then it happens you lose one of your teeth,
Under your pillow it's then placed,
The following morning you find cash underneath,
The Tooth Fairy's tale is embraced.

Easter morning and a basket full of sweets,
Lies at the bottom of your bed,
The Easter Bunny well that's how he entreats,
You never dreamed you were being misled.

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poem by Bri Mar
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Though we smiled together not known each other?

*In Buddhism, at the moment of death the consciousness (consciousness of the different senses, such as eye consciousness, ear consciousness etc.) , acts as the seed for the spawning of the new consciousness in a new biological structure, conducive to the volitional (Saṅ khā ras) impulses at the moment of death (which are themselves affected by previous volitional impulses) . In other Indian religions, the volitional impulses accrued from the present life are transmitted to a consciousness structure popularly known as the soul, which, after an intermediate period (in Tibetan called the bardo) , forms the basis for a new biological structure that will result in rebirth and a new life. This cyclical process ends in the attainment of moksha.If one lives in extremely evil ways, one may be reborn as an animal or other unfortunate being.In a modern vernacular context, particularly in the Himalayas, samsara is a also word used to describe the how life is full of attachments and comings-and-goings, a subtle state of suffering. For example, when saying goodbye to a loved one, one might utter, 'ah... samsara.'

I step-up from my halcyon cottage
At 11: 15 PM as usual for my graveyard shift
And I am a cashier there counting others money!
I go via Disneyland and my humble
Toyota Camry take me safely.
I stopped at the pedestrian crossing
in front of the Paradise!
A girl of six or seven approximately
piggyback on her father merrily,
And she smiled with me happily
Like a Mickey Mouse.
She waved when the green light flashes
I too responded her in the same polite manner!
And on my way to the convenient store
I dragged the remembrance what the Buddha said;
'Habits of *Samsara.'
[Along this unending cycle of births & deaths every individual carry the good and bad habits.]

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Hurry Down Doomsday

The man in the corner of this picture has a sinister purpose
In the teeming temple of the railroad kings
Hes planting a trashy paperback book for accidental purchase
Containing all the secrets of life and other useless things
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie write yourself another book
You want to scream and shout my little flaxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
She sleeps with the shirt of a late, great country singer
Stretched out on her poor jealous husbands pillow
In time you can turn these obsessions into careers
While the parents of those kidnapped children start the bidding
For their tears
But I cant bring myself to look
Wake up zombie
Get yourself off the book
You want to scream and shout my little waxen lout
Hurry down doomsday the bugs are taking over
Forget about beethoven, rembrandt and rock and roll
Forget about mickey mouse, marlboro and coca cola

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song performed by Elvis Costello
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A strange glimpse of remembered moments

Dozing this morning – was I awake,
or was I asleep? for many minutes,
I entered a bright and shining world,
but of my own remembered moments;

yet more than visual memories:
that state of mind, that happiness
which knows no other..

all was brightest colour:
the first Mickey Mouse Weekly
to come out in full, rich colour; (I'll swear
it smelled different, too..)

the new craft room at school,
the intoxicating smell of open tins
of bright coloured enamel paint,
the smell of fresh-cut wood…

sunlight on ancient grey-gold stone;

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poem by Michael Shepherd
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I am the all the movies' heroes and heroines

i was a country boy
theatre was my life
and the country lanes my stage
the obliging country folks my audience.
day in day out i am all action in the lanes
bursting out with lines from the movies,
walking in the styles of tarzan,
Chinese swordsfighters, ballet stars,
james bond, snow white, the seven dwarfs, mickey mouse, donald duck, bruce lee, and even dainty Chinese heroines.
times and again, after school, our neighbourhood would be abuzz with our
swordsfighting contest;
our teams fought with hands karate-styled
and those striken at apart from the hands
and arms were considered losers.
brothers all joined in this fun
which became the climax of our country days.
schools were boring.
our parents must be very glad that
we did not have spider men then
or else they would have to talk us into

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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Disneyland

I Woke up got my lazy ass out of bed
I Watered all the rocks growing in my head
I Had a thoughtand fell asleep on you
There I was somewhere West of Tomorrow Land
Flying through the stars just like Peter Pan
I saidDamn this looks too good to be true
There she goes my heart again (would you mind rolling over)
I can feel it in the air (something's coming down)
I don't know and I don't care that it's a small world
It's a nice day if you wake up in Disneyland
It's a nice day when you wake up in Disneyland
In my dream everybody's got a little house
A dog, a bank account managed by Mickey Mouse
And the only thing we fight about is the Lakers
In my dream all the pirates down in Neverland
Never get the Hook they just get a hand
While the crocs sing Superman till we just can't take it
There she goes my heart again (do you mind rolling over)
I can feel it in the air (something's coming down)
I don't know and I don't care if it's a small world

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song performed by Five For Fighting
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Pictures

Pictures
(Chuck JonesSteve Seskin)
Look at me, eighteen and tanned,
Behind the wheel of my old van,
"Hotel California" turned up loud,
No air-conditioning, windows down.
Look at you smilin' at me,
Don't know when I've been as happy,
As that weekend out in Joshua Tree,
When I got down on my knees.
An' I like lookin' at old photographs.
Reminds me of the way we've always made each other laugh.
Pictures of a life we've made together.
Memories of a love that just gets better with time.
So many good times,
There's no way I will forget.
They've got me thinkin' 'bout pictures,
We haven't taken yet.
Next year let's go to Disneyworld,
Can't wait to see our little girl,

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song performed by John Michael Montgomery
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Say It Isnt So

Theres no santa claus
It was all a lie
No man in the moon
Just a big light in the sky
I hear disneyland
Might lose mickey mouse
In some giant hostile corporate shake-up
Tell me its a nightmare
Please wake me up
(say it isnt so)
I found a book of matches
]from someplace weve never been
How come you hang the phone up
The minute I walk in
Last night I had this dream
That I was losing you
I woke up in a cold sweat shaking
Rescue me my heart is breaking
Chorus:
Say it isnt so (tell me its not true)

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song performed by Bon Jovi
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No Man's Land

I'd been cleaning out the attic
And the gables in the roof,
Which were dusty, full of cobwebs
And a horror, tell the truth,
There were boxes, wooden chests
And mouldy papers overall,
'Til the ceiling couldn't take it,
It was bowed, about to fall.

So we shunted all this detritus
Until it filled the space
We had cleared on the landing
To gain access to the place,
'What on earth are we to do with it? '
My wife said in despair,
'We'll have to burn the lot, ' I said,
'Except that old box chair.'

I remembered the old box chair
From my Grandad's, Arthur Oates,

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poem by David Lewis Paget
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50's And 60's Weird TV On Channel 3

I think I must be seeing things
Before me stand the four of kings,
They shuffle when the Bishop brings
Annette upon nine raven wings

And Beanie rides a sea serpent
And wonders where the yellow went;
I go to pay the next day's rent,
Where have they taken my new tent?

The bandstand kids look like Dick Clark,
Turn on the lights, I'm in the dark,
I'm standing in Grand Central Park,
A worm has caught a purple lark

And Kookie has run out of combs
So rents out rooms in old maid's homes,
He has B.O. where ere he roams
So buys some spray and sells his tomes,

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poem by Terry O'Leary
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Clap Your Hands

[ll cool j]
Yeah..
Yeah I like that guitar man, yeah
Yo e-love I like the way you flipped that guitar man
Knahmsayin? it was a good idea man, knahmsayin? yeah
Its kinda like freakin me, yaknahmsayin?
I wanna get hype man, I wanna do this, yaknahmsayin?
Just gon chill, check it out
Slick as vasoline, smell good as cologne
Im like a muscle man in jail -- they leave me alone
I rhyme like superman, you rap like jimmy olson
I break you like a bottle of green golden molson
You aint a real rhymer, you look like a actress
How you gon sleep on me holmes, do I look like a mattress?
Am I that old, do I walk like grady?
Ima hundred-fifty proof, smirnoff is only 80
Dont you ever try to rock my house
Im a real cool cat, know what Im sayin mickey mouse?
The poetry specialist, so take a dose of this
Now think about it -- can you really come close to this?

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song performed by LL Cool J
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The Sundays of Satin-Legs Smith

Inamoratas, with an approbation,
Bestowed his title. Blessed his inclination.

He wakes, unwinds, elaborately: a cat
Tawny, reluctant, royal. He is fat
And fine this morning. Definite. Reimbursed.

He waits a moment, he designs his reign,
That no performance may be plain or vain.
Then rises in a clear delirium.

He sheds, with his pajamas, shabby days.
And his desertedness, his intricate fear, the
Postponed resentments and the prim precautions.

Now, at his bath, would you deny him lavender
Or take away the power of his pine?
What smelly substitute, heady as wine,
Would you provide? life must be aromatic.
There must be scent, somehow there must be some.

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poem by Gwendolyn Brooks
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