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drop it like it's science

photo by Tess Kincaid
stumblin' outta bed
you do the rope twist shimmy
cotton tangled blue
and the sun says gimme
c'mon now turn it on
let's steam it up

go an' tease your hair
in a soft serve confection
icing on your lips
foggin' up your reflection
c'mon now blow it off
let's build it up

let'ssss
ssssteam it up
let'ssss
build it up
and when it gets
too hard to hold
we'll just let the whole
thing go
off and we'll do it again
all over again

Rene Foran/ Not The Rockefellers ~ April 2011

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Comments

  1. Have you ever thought about being a song writer? I was practically singing it while I was reading it!

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  2. Rene! Another winner ... I want to hear you read it!! In jazzy speak!

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  3. have you been practicing
    that bass you got
    for Christmas
    last year?

    looking for you on iTunes.
    nobody does The Morning Routine
    like vous.

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  4. if you heard my voice
    you'd tell me
    to never quit writing :)

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  5. I'm with everyone...wanted to sing as well! Lovely & cheerful piece.

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  6. this def screams a song...the soft serve...like it...the rope twist shimmy...nice...not sure i get it but it sounds fun

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  7. rope twist shimmy- when the sheets are tangled around you "rope like" and the only way out is to just, y'know, shimmy on out of them...

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  8. This thing just ripped right along. Picked you up and pulled you right along. Very good! vb

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  9. I like your attitude. And on a work day, too.

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  10. Oh, I so agree. This one's just begging for music!

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  11. Nice creative write, love it!

    All the best
    Marinela

    Short Poems

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  12. Be sure to check for bees in that teased hair!

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  13. What a steamy and hot magpie Rene...love this! :-)

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  14. This sounds just like the aerobic dance routine music at the gym I used to go to---while ago:-) Great!

    Thanks for stopping at my place.

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  15. I snap my fingers and get my ass headed for the shower and the day. Love the perky effervescence of this song. (p.s., In the latter days of my rock n roll career, I took voice lessons for a year and a half -- until my vocal coach said he just couldn't take my money any more.) - Brendan

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  16. Raunchy Magpie. And I agree with Jotter Girl (first comment) It's very songworthy.

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  17. I love the imagery - a very skilled write!

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  18. thus struck me as a fantastically woven lyric...excellent share...pete

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  19. sensual...sizzling, oh yesssss!

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  20. Fun, pacey take on the Magpie!

    Anna :o]

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  21. Steamy in more ways than one!

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  22. Thank you all for your generous comments. I'm glad you're enjoying my "singing"

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  23. Ah, dreamy Tyler.....shake those lyrics Rene...love it!

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  24. Fun fun..steam it up....that is music...for sure...bkm

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  25. Wonderful, perfect. One of the best pieces I've read this week.

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