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Mouth Of Babes

so here we are
true superstars
we're so real from afar and now
now you're with us now
and the mouths of babes sing revolution
and the mouths of babes scream disillusion
you can't break what's already broken
cause from the mouths of babes comes nothing
the "dream" was a sham
for saving what you can't
and now they're me but i'm not them
i am you and you are me
it's in the ways i walk thru fire
it's in the ways of my desire
and when i said that you're no good
what i meant was i wish you could
be there forever
be young forever
i wish you were there
so now i bid farewell
beyond the bounds of hell
and now you'll swear you knew us well
well you can never tell
and the mouths of babes sing revolution
and the mouths of babes scream disillusion
you can't break what's already broken
cause from the mouths of babes comes nothing

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins
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Mouths of babes

so here we are true superstars we're so real from afar and now
now you're with us now

and the mouths of babes sing revolution
and the mouths of babes scream disillusion
you can't break what's already broken
cause from the mouths of babes comes nothing

the "dream" was a sham for saving what you can't and now
they're me but i'm not them i am you and you are me
it's in the ways i walk thru fire
it's in the ways of my desire
and when i said that you're no good
what i meant was i wish i could
be there forever be young forever i wish you could be there
so now i bid farewell beyond the bounds of hell
and now you'll swear you knew us well
well you can never tell

and the mouths of babes sing revolution
and the mouths of babes scream disillusion
you can't break what's already broken
cause from the mouths of babes comes nothing

song performed by by Smashing Pumpkins from The Aeroplane Flies High
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Hey Jack Kerouac

[ robert buck/natalie merchant ]
Hey jack kerouac, I think of your mother
And the tears she cried, she cried for none other
Than her little boy lost in our little world that hated
And that dared to drag him down. her little boy courageous
Who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
They all spoke through you.
Hey jack, now for the tricky part,
When you were the brightest star who were the shadows?
Of the san francisco beat boys you were the favorite.
Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days.
You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts,
Nights in chinatown howling at night.
Allen baby, why so jaded?
Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded?
Billy, what a saint theyve made you,
Just like mary down in mexico on all souls day.
You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood.
Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls
In harlem howling at night.
What a tear stained shock of the world,
Youve gone away without saying goodbye.

song performed by by 10000 Maniacs
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From the mouths of babes and drunkards, you will learn the truth.

Japanese proverbs
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I Don't Give Up On You Babes

i don't give up
on you beautiful Babes,
you're sweet and
adorable
you fight for me
and i am so
flattered

i don't surrender Babes,
i am into this
intercourse
two bodies
pushing and pulling
for some
meaning
searching and
pointing to places
of the heart

i like this way of
knowing Babes
touching you when
i close my eyes
and kissing you
when i feel so
alone inside my
room

Don't leave me Babes,
Don't make things too obvious

Do they think that you are unhappy?
That i am as lonely as a tunnel
where birds stop a while
and peck on a seed
and then leave me empty again?

Well, Babes, when do we meet again
Inside our crazy dreams?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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BURKA BABES...by talile ali

YOU BURKA BABES
YOU TURNIN ME ON
YOU GOT ME THINKIN
WHATS GOIN ON

UP UNDER THERE
YOU ARE SO FAIR
I WANNA SEE YOU
ALL IN THE BARE

OR DO A POOL DANCE
WITH YOUR BURKA ON
IT BE SO EROTIC
WE'D ALL BE GONE

YOU BURKA LADIES
ARE REALLY HOT
GOT ME DESIRING
ALL THAT YOU'RE NOT

BUT YOU ARE
YOU ARE
YOU ARE IN YOUR BURKA'S
VERY HOT

I SEE THESE WOMEN
EXPOSED AND SUCH
THEY'RE NOT AS HOT AS
YO ARE COVERED UP

ITS LIKE A PRESENT
WAITING TO BE UNWRAPPED
YOU'RE ALL EXCITED
YOU NEED A MAP

AND AT THE MOMENT
YOU DO UNVEIL
IT ALL ORGASMIC
IT RINGS MY BELL

BURKA BABE'S
BURKA BABES
BURKA BABES
STEAMING HOT BURKA BABES

poem by Talile Ali
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Mambo Mambo

I dance the rumba, the salsa, the cha cha
The limbo, the foxtrott and even the tango
With ladies and girlies with mummies and babies
And djs gone play this cause its on their playlist
And on my journey thru all of these dances
I found a lot of hot sax romances
But mambo seeked me and mambo freaked me
Than she realesed me - and this is how we go
Mambo mambo eh eh
The babes are all around me
Mambo mambo eh eh
Dancin all night long
Mambo mambo eh eh
The babes are all around me
Mambo mambo eh eh
To the break of dawn
...
Mambo mambo eh eh
The babes are all around me
Mambo mambo eh eh
Dancin all night long
Mambo mambo eh eh
The babes are all around me
Mambo mambo eh eh
Thank you for this dance
(repeat the 1st verse)

song performed by by Lou Bega
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Babes In Arms

(myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
You got your hands in my pockets
Youre whisperin lies in my ear
Such promiscuous intentions
Dont mistake me for someone who cares
There were times I fooled myself, yeah
Thinkin I was someone else
Hard days, cold nights
Nothin that I could do, yeah
Lovers are babes in arms (babes in arms)
Yes its true, thats right, true, yes its true, ooh
Such a restless condition
The way youre turnin it on
Love em, tease em, for all the wrong reasons
You know youre such a bore
There were times I told myself (myself)
There was really no one else
Hard days, cold nights
Nothin that I can do, ooh
Lovers are babes in arms (babes in arms)
Yes its true, its true baby, true, yes its true, look out
Is it some kind of shakedown
You know I really dont care
But you push it too hard, girl, yeah
You know its just not fair
There were times I fooled myself
Thinkin there was no one else
Hard days, cold nights
Theres nothin that I could do, ooh
Lovers are babes in arms (babes in arms)
Yes its true, true, come on, come on, come on
Hard days, cold nights
Nothin that I can do
Lovers are babes in arms (babes in arms)
Yes its true, yes yes, its true
Hard days, cold nights
Oh, theres nothin that I could do, yeah
Lovers are babes in arms (babes in arms)
Yes its true, yes its true, you, you you
Hard days, cold nights

song performed by by April Wine
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Psalm 8

What is man that you are mindfull of him
Yet you crowned him with honor and glory
And out of the mouths of infants and babes
They cry out that old, old story

Of how you came from heaven above
And filled the earth with mercy and love
Even the fish of the sea and the birds of the sky
Glorify your name and lift you on high

Oh Lord how excellent is your name
Since the day I met you, I've never been the same
You took what was bound and you set it free
You restored my soul to how it was meant to be

When I consider the heavens, the work of your hand
I see the glory and majesty of all that you planned
And so, on your truth forever I'll stand
Until the day that I enter the promised land

poem by Frank McEleny
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I Am A Fool, Babes

I miss you babes -
When I am home -
Surrounded by you crafts -
Mr Dingles is sitting on my lap -
Favourably the skeleton scarecrow -
Which stalks you strawberry supply -
I miss the chocolate mouse, with the dark flavours, you so gently spooned onto my lips -
I love the taste after the taste, the one from your tongue, which splits my mouth to be accepted, by more to your one -
I miss you babes, when you lap by the dance, ontop of me, whispering my name, never stopping, then we play our game -
I miss you more everyday, my love which now is my passion, will never be complete -
I miss you babes when I am down at night, when I feel to the complete in lost, your life came at the price, no God can expect me to do the cost -
I love you babes, I never said those words to you, by the mean, to fulfill your dreams -
Do you hear my screams, I am a fool, I am a fool, what I thought was cool, was not to the measure in you -
I cry, I do not care, I love you babes -
I miss you more everyday -
Open is my heart by thought -
My chances missed -
So I miss you babes -
My mistake, I misjudged, I ringed the finger on your hand, with tears -
You wear the ring to your grave -
I said I do, but somehow, I expected an anwser too -
I miss you babes -
My heart was graved next to you

poem by Unic Cjonr
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A Babe's Requiem

Wars are fought by babes with a gun,
fought by them but never won.
Taught to think that war is just,
to preserve freedom is a must.

So off they march to foreign lands
and soon they're mired with bloody hands,
praying that what they're doing is right,
shooting and killing both day and night.

While back at home we continue to buy
and let the flags continue to fly.
Reading the news, watching the scenes
not understanding, it only demeans

What human life is all about.
Why babes were born and how they've turned out.
Pointing the finger at imaginary foes,
forgetting to point at the white shirts of those

who plan these wars way in advance.
How do our babes even stand a chance?
They play with guns from the age of three.
Can't their parents wake up and see?

In foreign lands the parents do weep
watching in horror as their babes go to sleep,
never to awaken and breathe in again
the air in Iraq or Afghanistan.

How is it the babes of those in power
are not involved? In fact they do cower,
hiding behind the white shirts that lead,
never having to fear they might bleed.

Wars are not games that big people play.
The guns are given to the babes everyday.
No lullabies will be sung for them.
The song for these babes is a requiem.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Tradition, thou art for suckling children

Tradition, thou art for suckling children,
Thou art the enlivening milk for babes;
But no meat for men is in thee.
Then --
But, alas, we all are babes.

poem by Stephen Crane
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Upon the Day of the Holy Innocents

Mournful Iudah shreeks and cries
At the obsequies
Of their babes, that cry
More that they lose the paps, then that they die.
He that came with life to all,
Brings the babes a funeral,
To redeem from slaughter Him
Who did redeem us all from sin.
They like Himself went spotless hence,
A sacrifice to Innocence;
Which now does ride
Trampling upon Herod's pride:
Passing from their fontinels of clay
To heaven, a milky and a bloody way.
All their tears and groans are dead
And they to rest and glory fled.
Lord, Who wert pleased so many babes should fall
Whil'st each sword hop'd that every of the all
Was the desirÃ¨d king: make us to be
In innocence like them, in glory, Thee.

poem by Jeremy Taylor
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Lickin

Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Your eyes they look like two bullet holes
And you dont ever say maybe
You knock me out with the way you talk
I like the way you say baby
You want a mouthful of scorpio
Yeah, but my poison be tasty
You bite my finger and say control
You wont let me be lazy
Chorus:
Night and day like a mule Im kickin
Girl you gonna catch a lickin
Fire out of the mouths of babes
Got you actin so crazy
Doorknob queen of the underage
Got me rantin and ravin
See the bruise you left on my page
Now the games getting tricky
Left alone in my own parade
While the bomb just keeps tickin
Chorus
Do you want to do it all with me
Do you want to scream and bleed for me
You can have all of me, all of me
Your teeth taste just like razorblades
Yeah you got my tongue ready
You fill me up with your politics
And leave me so heavy

song performed by by Black Crowes
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No Man No Cry

No man, no cry
No man, no cry
Ive had enough of all your lies
And all your silly games
Im running out
Cant you see what youre doing?
I never ever thought that youd treat me so cruel
But you proved me wrong and now you know Im just a fool
Dont keep me guessing always stressing all the time
You want a play this game, true love is hard to find
And if I walk there wont be no more comin back
In fact youll be missing this wish
You should be kissin this
Baby check my rhyme
No man, no cry
No man thats all right
No we wont be played
Listen all you ladies cos the babes are takin over this place
No man, no cry
No man tellin me lies
No we wont be played
Were here to tell you fellas that the babes are takin over your place
Im feeling angry by the way you that you treat me lately
Do you see me as some fool, remember what Im worth boy
No disrespecting me or upsetting me with talk or this ladys gonna walk
And wile Im thinking baby, tell me what did you do
Just interrupt goof times that should have been with my crew
I bring you down when I tell your boys
I wont be sitting here now waiting for your call
I aint some littel girl baby you know the score
Dont want to feel like Im not the only one
Baby you did me wrong
Im not your bitch
Dont trip - Im movin on
No man, no cry
No man pass on by
No we wont be played
Listen all you ladies cos the babes are takin over this place
No man, no cry
No man tellin me lies
No we wont be played
Were here to tell you fellas that the babes are takin over your place
Im movin on
I said Im movin on
Im movin on and on, on
Movin on, movin on, movin
On, on, on
Said Im movin on
No man, no cry
No man thats all right
No we wont be played
Listen all you ladies cos the babes are takin over this place
No man, no cry
No man tellin me lies
No we wont be played
Were here to tell you fellas that the babes are takin over your place
No man, no cry
No man thats all right
No we wont be played, be played no more
No man, no cry
No man tellin me lies
No we wont be played

song performed by by Sugababes
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Turn Around

(malvina reynolds/allan greene/harry belafonte)
Where are you going my little one, little one
Where are you going my baby my own
Turn around and youre two
Turn around and youre four
Turn around and youre a young girl
Going out of the door
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and youre a young girl
Going out of the door
Where are you going my little one, little one
Little dirndls and petticoats, where are you know
Turn around and youre tiny
Turn around and youre grown
Turn around and youre a young wife
With babes of your own
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and youre a young wife
With babes of your own
Turn around
Turn around
Turn around and youre a young wife
Turn around and youre a young wife
With babes of your own

song performed by by Diana Ross
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Psalm 08

Aug. 14. 1653.

O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth?
So as above the Heavens thy praise to set
Out of the tender mouths of latest bearth,

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings thou
Hast founded strength because of all thy foes
To stint th'enemy, and slack th'avengers brow
That bends his rage thy providence to oppose.

When I behold thy Heavens, thy Fingers art,
The Moon and Starrs which thou so bright hast set,
In the pure firmament, then saith my heart,
O What is man that thou remembrest yet,

And think'st upon him; or of man begot
That him thou visit'st and of him art found;
Scarce to be less then Gods, thou mad'st his lot,
With honour and with state thou hast him crown'd.

O're the works of thy hand thou mad'st him Lord,
Thou hast put all under his lordly feet,
All Flocks, and Herds, by thy commanding word,
All beasts that in the field or forrest meet.

Fowl of the Heavens, and Fish that through the wet
Sea-paths in shoals do slide. And know no dearth.
O Jehovah our Lord how wondrous great
And glorious is thy name through all the earth.

poem by John Milton
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Like A Guitar Solo Scream

Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!

'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '

Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!

Some...
People,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.

And then there's people...
Who love to fuss.
And then there's people...
Who love to anger.
And...
Love they do to fist-i-cuff.
And love they do to rush cuss.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!

Ohhhh...
Some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
While others love to stir up stuff.
But not you,
You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.

You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve.
Wah-wah-wah.

You want to be heard...
Like a soloist with nerve!

'Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that up.
And keep your mouth shut!
Go bottled that...
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '

Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
Just whining up like a soloist on the scene.
Wah-wah-wah.
Whining up like a guitar solo scream.
Wah-wah-wah.
And doing it just to be heard and to be seen.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh! '

Oh some people,
With their mouths shut.
Just look through peepholes,
With their mouths shut.
And keep their feelings,
Bottled up!
But not you,
'You' just want to be heard.
Wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wah-wahhh!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Do You See

What do you see
When you are looking at me?

When your flashing eye
Reflects the sky
Like the sea.

A young man having fun
And everyone in turn
Loving him like cream?

Or an old man who after you see you would run
And everyone in turn
Hating him and the sun
Getting dim when it sees him?

Is that what you see?

What do you see
When you are looking at me?

A troublesome boy
Who is in people's mouths
Where ever he goes?

Maybe a drunken guy
Coming at night
And knocking on doors
And talking while he snows?

Is that what you see?

Then you are wrong for sure.

For I am a broken hearted person
Trying to fight for freedom like Mandela Nelson
Getting all the pieces of my broken heart
To make sure that they are well sown
And one day you shall understand
That what you saw was not what it was.
It will really be the time
After you realize that you were wrong
When your mouths will get rid of that nasty song.

poem by Walani Ndhlovu
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Foul Mouths Shouting

This magic we hold...
Comes from deep 'withinside' of us.
The moment our hearts began to beat...
That magic of life,
Began
To sweep us up in its wonder....to keep,
In wonder.

And so ungrateful we become,
Soon after that's done.
With a so too often shown...
Disrespect to be allowed.
And foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house.

And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house

To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot!
Until there is conflict.
And it does come.

And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house

And we re-act the way we've been taught,
To defend ourselves.
From those 'bad guys'.
With their differences...
Few make attempts to hide.

Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house rise.

And we spy on 'them'...
To undercover their weak spots!

Making it easier to do them in.
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!
Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it does start!

And so ungrateful we become,
And soon after that's done.
Foul mouths shouting...
In someone's house
To cuss it!
For what it is,
And what it is not!

Soiled from the beginning.
And spoiled to aggrevate and annoy!
A lot.
Until there is conflict.
And it comes to start again!

Foul mouths shouting...
To cuss it!
For what it is.

To cuss it!
For what it is.

To cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!
Cuss it!

Cuss it!
For what it is.
To Cuss it!
For what it is.
Cuss it!
For what it is.