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INGREDIENTS

First, you PREPARE
Easy Strength, smooth Skill
Muscle memory, relaxed rehearsal …
Dedicated? Obsessed? Be REGULAR
Precise, to the point, graceful
Without strain, without stress …
Then, you put it to the TEST.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Let’s Do The Deal

In this day and age it’s all about presentation
You have to play the part to appease public opinion
You’re somebody’s mother, sister, little baby
You’re so prim and proper, a real lady
After a date it’s just a simple kiss
I’ve got one thing to say — suck this!
I know you’re willing and able
Let’s put our cards on the table

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

From the cave, to the mansion, to the space station
There’s a price to pay for every basic transaction
You want a solid roof over your head
You want to sleep safe and warm in bed
Clothes on your back, ring on your finger
Handbags, shoes, things that really matter
I don’t care about your airs and graces
Take all your masks off all your faces

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Do you have goods and services to trade
Get busy wheeling and dealing, or get laid
Who told you life is easy peezy
Who told you the world is lemon squeezy
Caring and sharing? You are mistaken
Learn to give and take, or be taken
We can do the business and call it romance
Lead us all on a merry song and dance

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Let’s do the deal
You can beg, borrow, or steal
Let’s do the deal
I don’t care how you feel
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

Who told you life was a bed of roses?
Who told you to be one of the lost causes?
Life is a bed of nails covered with thorns
Life is wild animals thrusting their horns
Lust and hunger and fear are the driving forces
Feed your appetite, take control of the sources
It’s dog eat dog, it’s eat or be eaten
Life is death for those who are beaten

Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?
Tell me, how does it feel?
To know you have to deal
To pay for your next meal
Tell me, how does it feel?
Let’s do the deal
What price your next meal?

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

Practise The Gift

10,000 hours spread out over 10 years
1,000 hours per year of blood, sweat , tears
At least 20 hours a week
Steady climb to the peak
Bare minimum 3 hours per day
Master of the game you play.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2015.

We Will Never Be This Young Again

At first old age seems so distant
At the last youth went past in an instant
Precious time wasted we can never regain
We will never be this young again.

Time is tick tocking away so fast
We have to clock it and make it last
If your time runs out nothing will remain
We will never be this young again.

Old age is just around the corner
The summer sun will fade to winter
This one life will never come again
We will never be this young again.

Live this one life on your terms
Live it before you are food for the worms
Avoid every trap, break every chain
We will never be this young again.

Master yourself, be captain of your fate
Your destiny depends on what you create
Life is a sum total of loss or gain
We will never be this young again.

This day leave your mark near and far
This day write your name on every star
This day do all that you can
We will never be this young again.

Even a king cannot hold back the tide
What counts is what you have inside
Queen of my heart forever reign
We will never be this young again.

We receive only as much as we give
Take my hand, together we will live
True love is the cure for every pain
We will never be this young again.

Hold me close, let me go never
Kiss me sweet, kiss me forever
Kiss with such passion we go insane
We will never be this young again.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Christian Nation

You are a Christian?
You believe in God?
You believe in Jesus Christ?
You believe that Jesus was / is the Son of God?
Jesus was a Jew?
If the son is Jewish, is it safe to say, so is the Father?

You worship Jews?

The Old Testament is the story of the Jews
The New Testament is the story of one Jew
What, or where, is your story?
From day one you have despised all Jews
Discriminated, killed, put down all Jews
But to ONE Jew belongs all the Glory?

Two thousand years ago in a land of semite arab dogs
Dark skin, black hair, brown eyes were the norm
Where did your blonde, blue-eyed, White Boy spring from?
Is it so painful to kneel down before a dirty Wog?
You cannot face the most basic fact
Jesus Christ looked just like Yasser Arafat
A fact you cannot stomach so it has to be denied
In every conflict the Truth is first to be crucified.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Doublespeak

When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Darkie
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Paki
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Muslim
When you talk about immigration
What you really mean is Islam.

Say it in plain English, or the Queen’s English
(If you can read, write and understand your language)
You start this and I will explain how it will finish
If you get on a high horse, that comes with heavy baggage;
Muslim lands have oil, gas, minerals, not just curry and rice
It is not my fault I have got everything you really want
Go to the marketplace, pay the market price
Don’t bullshit about freedom and democracy, you peasant.

Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You are a low brow, low life, low class
Poor white trash, you’ve got no cash, no cash, no cash
You have a small dick, a big belly, and the biggest ass;
Bend over, spread your cheeks, take it like a man
You don’t have an Empire, you’ve got one thing to sell
Bend over, earn the cash the best way you can
This Paki will pay you well —  even though you smell.

 

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Little Mouse

Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.

Cute little nose going sniff, sniff, sniff
Cute little teeth going nibble, nibble, nibble
Chasing your tail on the edge of a cliff
Cheesy whiskers going dribble, dribble, dribble;
No cats allowed, not a worry in the world
Warm, well-fed, nothing really matters
You get your leg over your mousy-girl …
Look up – you might see the puppet-masters.

Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.

Inside the cage you are free to ride the wheel
Power belongs to the man who owns the cage
Outside the cage he is free to rob and steal
He decides what is written on history’s page;
They market the treadmill as a spinning wheel
Choose the colour, choose your shiny toy
They bury you alive in a lop-sided deal
The grave is full of so much joy!

Little mouse, going round and round
Spinning the wheel, having so much fun
Little mouse, keeping fit on the run
Spinning the wheel, covering so much ground
Little mouse, feeling safe and sound
Spinning the wheel, ending where it begun.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Miscellaneous

Unfinished Beginning

Been sitting here for hours
I’m aching all over … I feel so lonely …
I need someone to talk to
But no one seems to come my way;
Come on, kid, get your coat and go somewhere
Just walk, walk anywhere…

It’s worse out here
I can see a couple cuddling in a quiet corner
Look at them … they seem to be satisfied with life
Unaware and not caring who goes by …
But me — I don’t want to watch in on someone else’s show …

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What Went Wrong

Car headlights and the street-lamp outside
Cast shadows on the wall
And the way I’m feeling
I don’t like it at all;
The ceiling seems to hang over me
Like a thick cloud reflecting my misery
And the door doesn’t keep out anything
Your memory still comes creeping in …

What went wrong with a love so strong
I thought it would but it didn’t last for long
What went wrong, what happened to our song
The one where we would hum a tune
And the whole world would sing along.

Found a note on the mantle-piece
To say why you were leaving
You never said a word
And I had no way of knowing;
But, honey, please remember, wherever you go
Whatever you do
If things don’t work out
You still got me to turn to.

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What’s Going On

I can’t understand you at all
Making a promise which you now break
You said you’d come if I was to call
Now you tell me it was all a mistake;
I’m confused, I can’t comprehend
Depended on you so much
But now that you’ve let go of my hand
I’m out of touch.

What’s going on
Everybody is making up
But you and I
We are breaking up
What’s going on
They’re all coming together at the start
But you and I
We are getting further and further apart.

You give me a crazy reason
You’ll still love me when you’re gone
But it’s something to do with the season
And you have to move on;
I’m with you, but not all the way
I’m hoping I misheard
Because it was only yesterday
When you gave me your word.

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This Is My First Date

Sitting in the dark with you by my side
I’m getting nowhere although I’ve tried
I’m watching the movie but I’ve got you on my mind
I wonder …
If I put my hand on your knee
Maybe you would slap my face
But if I was to persist
Would you still resist …

Please try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date
If I make a mistake please give me another chance
As this is my first romance
I catch on quick, learn real fast
Soon I’ll know how to make it last
Until then try and understand why I hesitate
You see, this is my first date.

You’re so close, feel so soft and warm
I had so much to say
But now the words have slipped away
I know
That as time goes by
And we are not so shy
I’ll tell you what is in my heart
And we will never part.

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On The Other Foot

You turn up out of the blue, I find you standing there on my doorstep
You throw your arms around me and cry out for my help
I would have gladly but you said it wrong
You should have told me the truth instead of saying your love was still strong.

What am I supposed to do – offer you my shoulder?
Because I’m not going to fake the feelings I can”t even remember
I can remember the pain, yes, but things have changed since you’ve been gone
You had it coming, you had it coming, the way you carried on.

You said you would always make the rules, keep it short and sweet
But someone along the way must have got you beat
I thought you’d be the same, I wasn’t prepared for this change
I can see he must have taken it out of you, you’re acting strange;
You’ve taken to biting your nails, it’s not like you at all
One minute you’re talking wildly and the next staring at the wall
Where did it go wrong, why didn’t you see it coming
And why did you stop when you should have carried on running.

And now instead of facing facts you’re just trying to avoid it
But it’s written all over your face, you can’t hide it
Does it have to be this way, do we have to go through this scene
We can’t just go back to feeling the way we did when we were sixteen.

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I Trusted You

You say you’re sorry
It won’t happen again
I’d like to believe it
But starting again would be crazy
You say please forgive me
Don’t you know
It’s not so easy.

I trusted you once before
And I ended up down on the floor
It won’t happen again
You won’t show me up as the fool
I trusted you once before
And you showed me the door
It won’t happen again
This time I’ll make the rules.

Don’t want no woman
To hang round my neck
Hold on tight
And leave me no room to breathe
To climb onto my back
Bang my head with her fist
And place a rope between my teeth.

Don’t want no wildcat
To tease me
Bring me down to my knees
With just one look
To please me
With every move
In the book
(Oh! No! No! No!)

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Showdown At Midnight

She looked at me dirty
And called me a few names
I didn’t take it kindly
And told her to do the same.

She stopped short
Hands on her hips
And said,
“Mister, no man
Can talk to me like that
And get away with it.”

Everything went quiet
You could have heard a pin drop
Out of the window
We could see the moon coming up.

I went for my gun
Had my finger on her trigger
When she shouted, “Stop!
I don’t want to go any further”.
I looked at her hard
And asked if she was joking
she said, “No! I don’t want to
See your gun smoking”.

Well, there’re women that are kind
Drive a man clean out of his mind
And others who are not so nice
If you want my advice
It’s best to stay clear
Of women who take you half the way there.

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I Got The Message

Time and time again
You spit on the hand
That only wants you to hold it;
I don’t think you’re to blame
But I can’t play your game
I’ll just have to learn to do without it.

What is it?
What are you trying to tell me?
Do you want me to beat it?
Why are you so cross?
Could it be
You want me to get lost?

I look you straight in the eye
Your feelings they must be in disguise
Because you sure as hell don’t show them;
You laugh, and yet you know I cry
Still you got the nerve to walk on by
As if to say, it’s not my problem.

I show you everything I am
But you don’t do the same
To make it worse you turn away;
I give you everything I am
But you don’t give a damn
And I had to learn it the hard way.

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Learning To Drive

I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
Here I come
Honk! Honk!
You better run
I’m learning to drive
I’m learning to drive! Wow!

Start the engine
Release the clutch
Step on the gas
Whew, too much!

Look in the mirror
Signal to the right
Change the gears
Hope it turns alright

Car is coming
Hang on –
Okay, road is clear
Drive on.

The engine’s getting warm
The wheels are turning
Not to worry though
The juice is flowing

I’m trucking down the highway
The engine’s ticking, seems to be singing
I’ll just give you a blast on the horn
To let you know I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m coming!!!

How did I do, babe?
Did I pass the test?
I bet you say that to all the guys
Am I – am I really the best?!!

I’ve learned to drive
I’ve learned to drive! Yeah!
Beep! Beep!
She’s on the run
Honk! Honk!
Oh! Look at her come
I’ve learned to drive
I’m a good driver! Wow!!

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When The Feeling Goes (I Go Too)

Please don’t cry
I can’t really explain why
It’s just that too many times I’ve watched love die
And then carry on living a lie;
There’s no need to put myself in jail
The moment love goes stale
I’ve signed no deal, done no wrong
It’s the way I feel – I’m moving on.

And, baby, when the feeling goes
I go too
When the feeling goes
I go too.

There’s no need to fake it
There’s no need to break it
I don’t want to let you down
I don’t want to hang around;
To maybe one day disappoint you
For you to wake up and find I’m boring you
By repeating the same old lines
It’s better to leave than to waste your time.

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Friendly Love

When you feel sad
(When) He’s treating you bad
When you feel pain
You’ve been hurt again.

Come on, come on back
Come on back to my bed
If you want
The friendliest loving you ever had.

If you find it hard to smile
If you cry all the while
And you wish you could find
Someone who would ease your mind.

Babe, forget all the other fools
With me there are no rules
I won’t freeze you dead
I’ll set you on fire instead.

And before the night is through
You’ll see what your loving man can do
I’ll take you places you’ve never been
I’ll make true your every dream.

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Women Of The World

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
One for me, one for you
Any one can satisfy you
Any woman in the world.

High society women love to roll in the dust
English women love taboo lust
Sikh women have the sweetest fruit
Pakistani women would rather you bought them a suit.

African women have the stuff to break your back
White women wish for a stud that’s long and black
Chinese women kick from the hip with a knockout punch
Pakistani women are too busy eating a big lunch.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Sex is their reason for living
When it comes to loving
Women rule the world.

Russian women stand up to you like a man
Arabian women hump like a camel train
American women lie down and put you onto a winner
Pakistani women would rather sit down to a big dinner.

French mademoiselles give you kisses that are named after them
Spanish senoritas are hot enough to give you a suntan
English ladies are real soft apart from their upper lips
Pakistani angels only have excretion outlets in their hips.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Politics is their reason for living
When it comes to double-dealing
Women rule the world.

German women think they can win every race
Jewish women can put them in their place
Eskimo Nell has got heaven in her hips
Pakistani women only orgasm during a good gossip.

Greek women have moves that are classical
Gypsy women have instruments that are musical
Japanese women are technically very modern
Pakistani women only do it in order to have children.

Women of the world
Each one is somebody’s girl
Domination is their reason for living
When it comes to poisoning
Women rule the world.

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Bad Boys (Bad Girls) Do It Good

Good boys are a crashing bore
Good girls never ask for more
Good boys don’t like to go down
Good girls don’t like to move around
Bad boys rock and roll all night
Bad girls push back and squeeze it tight
I’m a bad girl who likes to love dirty
I’m a bad boy who can give you plenty.

When we ‘re both knocking on wood
Then it’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good;
It’s well understood
Bad boys
Bad girls
Do it good.

You’re a gentleman who knows how to get me hot
You’re a lady but in bed I’ll treat you like a slut
Your loving anger really turns me on
My hot temper never goes before you come
I like my boys to be men to be dominant
Lady, you’ll do anything any way I want
I know all the tricks and I’ll do them gladly
I’ve got all the moves and I’ll love you madly.

Bad boys never ever do as they’re told
Bad girls have a grip that can really hold
Bad boys thrill me when they break all the laws
Bad girls thrill me when they’re on all fours
Good boys can go and take a jump
Good girls should not be allowed to hump
Give me a bad boy each and every night
Give me a bad girl who’s hot and tight.

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I’m Running Away, Mama

I’m running away, Mama
I’ve had more than enough
I’m leaving today, Mama
Your way of life is much too rough
I’m going far away, Mama
To be near the boy I love.

I tried to explain, Mama
But I could never get through
You never saw the pain, Mama
Caused by what you and Papa do
I’m going with a man, Mama
Who loves me more than the two of you.

Please try to understand, Mama
And try to see things my way
I couldn’t live the way people say
I love a sweet man, Mama
Who will love me for ever and a day.

When you think of me, Mama
Remember me the way I used to be
Please try to see, Mama
See the ‘life or death’ need in me
When love got inside me, Mama
He opened the door and set me free …
If you love me set me free.

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Tell Mummy, Tell Daddy

We can’t be seen together on the street
The town library is the place to meet
Rows and rows of books to hide us
Big mouth nosey-parkers can’t find us
Other boys and girls there in the same boat
We’ll get killed if we get caught.

Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
Don’t say you love my body
Just say you’re going to study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
You’re going to the library
They’ll tell everybody
How hard you study
Tell Mummy, tell Daddy
They’ll be so happy.

Mummy and Daddy are so cruel
But remember the golden rule
They can’t hurt about
What they don’t know about
Cover your tracks, leave no signs
Their little girl is mine, all mine.

Behind the bookshelf can be a squeeze
The sign says ‘Silence Please’
So we’ll make love silently
Till we explode internally
If anyone takes a look
I’m only writing in your book.

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Sexy Little Schoolgirl

You may be under-age but you’re old enough
Skip school and I’ll give you lessons in love
All the books in the world can’t teach you
Open the door to your garden so I can reach you
I’ll be through before the day is done
Oh, baby, your uniform really turns me on.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re ever so sweet, girl
Get into my big car, girl
You’ll go really far, girl
Say you’ll always be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

The teachers say learn your lessons well
But I can show you lessons they can’t tell
Little darling, I want to be your lover-boy
Come on over here and play with my toy
Please keep quiet about the fruit you’ve tasted
If anyone finds out I’m bound to be arrested.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a sweet girl
People say you’re a bad girl
But you make me so glad, girl
I’m so happy you’re my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
You’re out of this world!

You’ve got the greatest legs I’ve ever seen
But they’re nothing compared to what’s in between
You’ve got the honey, I can whip up the cream
Mix together to make true our every dream
Shake it around to create the wildest scene
Rub – a – dub – dub till we both come clean.

Sexy little schoolgirl
You’re such a treat, girl
Love you for all time, girl
Till the end of term, girl
Then I’ll ask your friend to be my girl
My sexy little schoolgirl –
She’s out of this world!

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No One Can Aid You Now

You fooled around with every boy in town
But the tables have turned and now you’re the fool
You will waste away crying the tears of a clown
The pain will teach you what you should have learned in school
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

The risk of disease is equal to
The number of lovers with whom you’ve slept
There will be no more fun and games for you
All that’s left is heartache, and regret, and death …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You were blessed with beauty from the moment of birth
Your youth was full of rainbows on summer days
Your smile and grace inspired laughter and mirth
Till you connected with a man who went both ways …
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

You can’t live – you can’t love anymore
You should have thought about it before
You can’t love – you can’t live anymore
You should have thought about it before
People who spread too easy have just one fate
You hope and pray you’ll get better somehow
But it’s too late, baby, it’s too late
No one can aid you now.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2014.

Already There

The First Man walked out of Africa
And spread out all over the world
From the black, to the brown, to the yellow, to the white
And every shade in between
Evolved and adapted to fit in;

The White man got in his boat
And sailed all around the world
Instead of retracing his footsteps, the path of his flight
He thought he discovered – what was already there
The first this, the first that – what was always there.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Origin Of

 
If you start with a White you cannot create a Black
If you start with a Black you can create a White
The First Man was black
The first racist was brown
The first supremacist was white.
 
If God created Man in His own image
Then God is black
If you start with a man you cannot create a woman
If you start with a woman you can create a man
Therefore God is a Black Woman.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Paki Corner Shop

 
Fatima Bhutto knows that your father
had her father killed.
And your mother knew it.
 
Do you know that your father
had your mother killed?
Your mother knew it.
 
In the instant the bullet entered her fatuous skull
In the instant her fat arse lost sphincter control…
She knew it.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Princess Paki-Lover

  
The mother of the future king screwing around with Muslims
The mother of the future king being cocked by a Muslim
The mother of the future king sucking the circumcised knob of a Muslim
The mother of the future king marrying a fucking Muslim

The mother of the future king having the babies of a Muslim
The future king having half-brothers and sisters that are Muslim
The future : half-breed Pakis drinking tea at the Garden Party
The future : half-breed Pakis waving to our people from The Balcony

How can we stand by and let that happen?
How can we let Her House win in the long run?
How can we just hand over the loot of generations?
Then watch her draw Her Line in another direction?
How can we stand by and let that happen?

Nightmare : she gloats with power once her son is on the throne
Dream : we mourn over her coffin once we have cut her down
But how? How? Without a hint, a whiff, a whisper?
Above all suspicion, in plain view, not one pointing finger

Do it before she marries a camel-shagging sand-nigger Muslim
( At least the Bastard ginger is a genuine White fake )
Do it before she excretes a jiggaboo, or converts to Islam
Someone must royally grease the brakes

In the end she will be remembered for wearing a dress
She lived splashed by the Press and she will die flashed by the ‘Press’
To the Tower — No — take the traitor to the Tunnel …
( While the birth mother called her a paki-loving whore )
The death mother steered her towards the lucky 13th pillar

“Powers at work about which we have no knowledge”
Medics worked for forty minutes to doctor the carnage
Our ‘Man at the Scene’ scratched on her tomb
“She was not pregnant — I looked into her womb”

The fucking Pakis will be buried at her funeral
The rest will drive taxis, and pay us tax
We will wait for public opinion to relax
Her Golden Boy will be our crowning jewel
The Firm will go back to Business As Usual …

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.