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Thursday, September 18, 2014

A Supermassive Black Hole Found in a Tiny Galaxy by Astronomers

(iStreet Research)
Photo: NASA


A supermassive black hole found by astronomers = So astronomy fans beheld a possible Kerr* vacuum?
*Roy Patrick Kerr CNZM (b. 1934) is a New Zealand mathematician. best known for discovering the Kerr vacuum, an exact solution to the Einstein field equation of general relativity. His solution models the gravitational field outside an uncharged rotating massive object, including a rotating black hole.
(by Jason Lofts)

Wednesday, September 17, 2014

Art Galleries Deliberate Introducing A Selfie Ban

(Huffington Post)
Photo: Pat Arnow


Art galleries consider introducing ban on selfies = Cool! Forbid all narcissist teenagers ruining Eden.
(by Rosie Perera)

Ukrainian protesters toss unpopular MP into dumpster

(Canada.com)


Ukrainian protesters throw MP in a dumpster = Mean, drunk patriots put sir in trash. Empower!
(by Rosie Perera)

Minnesota Vikings Reverse Course, Suspend Adrian Peterson

(ABC News)
Illustration: MEDIODESCOCIDO


Minnesota Vikings suspend Adrian Peterson = Press: "I spanked son" man under investigation
(by Jason Lofts)

Crimewatch appeal to catch a killer

(BBC)
Photo: Kevin Dooley


Martin Casey = A nasty crime
(by Chris Sturdy)

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Private Dancer



PRIVATE DANCER
A song by Tina Turner

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names

You don't think of them as human
You don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I wanna make a million dollars
I wanna live out by the sea
Have a husband and some children
Yeah, I guess I want a family

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

Deutsch marks or dollars
American Express will do nicely, thank you
Let me loosen up your collar
Tell me, do you wanna see me do the shimmy again?

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
Just a private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do

All the men come in these places
And the men are all the same
You don't look at their faces
And you don't ask their names

You don't think of them as human
No, you don't think of them at all
You keep your mind on the money
Keeping your eyes on the wall

I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
I'll do what you want me to do
I'm your private dancer, a dancer for money
And any old music will do
(repeat and fade...)
=

PRIVATE DANCER
(Military two-step)

I'm a bored and lonely guardsman
In a dull old sentry box
Here outside the royal palace
Where I'm stood up like a rock

And the minutes really drag on
And you may not move or talk
And the folk outside the palace
Come to look and shout and gawk

They call me Private Dancer and say I'm a fool, 'cause
I played out my own kooky joke
Instead of a slow march I did pirouettes
To entertain all of you folk

They all say I'm in deep doodah
Yeah, and danced well out of line
My superiors are furious
And I could incur a fine

Or they may dole out a sentence
In a military jail
'Cause I'm trendin' now on YouTube
And I'm in the Daily Mail

I'm known as Private Dancer oh, man, it's not funny
And now I am stuck with the name
Private Dancer, he danced when on duty
And that's my one mad claim to fame

(Chorus)
Hey, Private Dancer, one mad, mental moment
May mean your career has to end,
Private Dancer, what unholy torment
Oh, you never meant to offend.

No euro or dollar
Could allay the sorrow that makes my emotions so raw
And, oh, I feel really hollow
Lemme tell you, I'll not shimmy on duty no more

(Chorus)
Hey, Private Dancer, one mad mental moment
May mean your career has to end
Private Dancer, what unholy torment
Oh, you never meant to offend.

All my life I'm true and loyal
(Damned unusual these days!)
Loyal to you kooky Royals
And if we sever our ways

Hell, I'll duly keep on prancing
Who knows, in another year?
I may do 'Strictly Come Dancing'
And have me a new career.

As a champion dancer, a dancer for money,
Don't mind any music you use,
A champion dancer, a dancer for money's
What I am intended to do. Ha!
(repeat and end)
(by Tony Crafter)

Nude-looking women's cycling strip draws ire

(Stuff.co.nz)


This nude-looking women's cycling strip really draws some ire = Girlish pseudogenitals - we men smirk cynically or do we snort?
(by Julian Lofts)

Buckingham Palace dancing Guardsman may face prison

(The Daily Telegraph)


The Buckingham Palace guardsman = Dancing chap must be a laugh-maker!
(by Adie Pena)