Degradation
Ladies and gentlmen.
The violent femmes.
Come witness
The beauty of their degradation.
Mothers bring you sons.
Mothers bring your daughters to this most educational exhibit.
The alternative has constitute has spared
No expense to bring these amazing freak babies to the oriental theatre.
Friday, march 29th.
Eight oclock.
Tickets: $8.50 in advance, $10 the night of the exhibition.
Tickets available at oriental box office, main stream records,
Radio ? ? ? ? , and the uwm bookstore.
Violent femmes.
Degradation.
Violent femmes.
The oriental theatre.
Violent femmes.
The 29th of march.
song performed by by Violent Femmes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Femmes
Femmes brunes, femmes noires, femmes blanches
Femmes aux yeux de toutes les couleurs
Qui voient les oiseaux sur les branches
Et qui imitent la beauté des fleurs.
Femmes de toutes les saisons,
Femmes pour toutes les raisons.
Femmes automnales au sourire contagieux
Femmes aux regards pales et mystérieux
Femmes aux sourcils téméraires et mystiques
Tous les yeux sont braqués sur ton physique.
Femmes qui brillent sous le soleil de l'été
Femmes qui brulent au fourneau de l'amour
Femmes qui chantent des cantiques de l'antiquité
Les enfants vous regardent curieusement dans la cour.
Femmes pour toutes les saisons,
Femmes de toutes les raisons.
Femmes qui dorment sous l'ombre printanière
Femmes qui rêvent d'un avenir extraordinaire
Les musiciens ailés sont perchés sur les branches
Femmes noires, femmes brunes, femmes blanches.
Femmes hivernales qui jouent dans la neige
Femmes aux langues qui peuvent séduire
Vous savez bien comment placer les pièges
Qui peuvent construire et détruire.
Femmes de toutes les saisons,
Femmes de toutes les raisons.
Femmes aux yeux de toutes les couleurs
Vous êtes comparées aux plus belles des fleurs
Femmes noires, femmes brunes, femmes blanches
Regardez attentivement les corbeaux sur les branches.
Femmes pour toutes les saisons,
Femmes pour toutes les raisons.
poem by Hebert Logerie
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Violent Side
Here comes the night
Here comes the anger
Hidden so deep inside
No one can see
Behind these eyes
There walks a stranger
Wandering through the dark
Following me.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Electric light
Shining on your block
Sayin to everyone
The power is on
While your alarm
Set up for safety
Keeps out invaders who come
But still cant control.
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side
Control the violent side.
Got to fight to control the violent side
Every day and night
Ive got to fight to control it.
song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gordons Message
Hello,
This gordon of the violent femmes and Ive just been locked inside
My house,
So I cant go out and get my bus and stuff and get up there by one clock. ill...someones coming over to rescue me so... it wasnt my fault,
My parents had locked me in.
So Ill get there whenever I can.
Maybe Ill try calling victor at his house or something like that.
O. k., ah bye
song performed by by Violent Femmes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Violent midnight
Violent midnight
Eeized right responsibility.
Who is guilty?
Each party advocates
Innocency and
Not contradict the law.
Degradation of
Democracy symbolised
Violent midnight
It shows excess use
And abuse of power.
Here to introspect
To manage the country
To uphold
Fundamental rights
And expression.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Le long du quai
Le long des quais les grands vaisseaux,
Que la houle incline en silence,
Ne prennent pas garde aux berceaux
Que la main des femmes balance.
Mais viendra le jour des adieux ;
Car il faut que les femmes pleurent
Et que les hommes curieux
Tentent les horizons qui leurrent.
Et ce jour-là les grands vaisseaux,
Fuyant le port qui diminue,
Sentent leur masse retenue
Par l'âme des lointains berceaux.
poem by Rene Francois Armand Prudhomme
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La Noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ?
Au dbut de la saison elle est toujours de bonne humeur
Le monsieur est pauvre
Et si la lune tombe
Il va la chasse, sans classe, en face
Dans la rue
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Cette saison
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ?
Aprs cette aventure il va dans un bar
Triste, parce qu'il a encore une noix
Il espre le miracle
Ce soir il prend sa guitare
Il chante
Dans la rue
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Cette saison
Les femmes attendent
Elles rient de lui
Parce qu'il leur offre une noix
Allez, allez
Comment ca va, comment ca va ?
Et vous, et vous ? (2x)
Comment ca va
song performed by by Guano Apes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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God Bless the Freaks
God bless the freaks
And the deranged,
The ones who are
Violent and strange,
God bless the retards
And the geeks.
God bless the butches
And the femmes,
God bless all those
We condemn,
God bless the brainless
And the meek.
God bless the lowlives
Riding bikes
And punks in leather
Wearing spikes,
God bless the water
And the piss.
God bless the beer
And the sun,
God bless the soldier
And his gun,
God bless the bombs
That kill the kids.
God bless you all
For being numb,
God bless the dead,
God bless Vietnam,
And thousands more
That will be killed.
God bless all those
Who don't think,
Who scratch their ass
And have a drink,
God bless their shit
That doesn't stink.
God bless the holy
And the wise,
God bless the moon
And the sunrise,
God bless the war,
God bless the lies,
God bless this world
About to sink.
God bless the poem,
God bless the muse,
God bless abusers
And abused,
God bless your cock,
Your ass and tits.
God bless your mom,
God bless your dad,
God bless the sane,
God bless the mad,
God bless the ones
Who cannot speak.
God bless all those
Who say: 'God bless',
While working more
And earning less,
While blessing their
Oppressive pricks.
God bless you all,
I say to you,
This world you see
Is nothing new -
Whether it's cursed,
Ignored or blessed -
It is our home
Nonetheless.
March 20,2006
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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The Death Penalty
Bring back the death penalty screamed a lady as the blood ran, dripping from the cold concrete as her sons blood fled from its body. Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother as her child dies slowly watching the pools of life fade away from his eyes.
Bring back, bring back the death penalty screamed a mother while she watched her child being killed by the hands of another man, bring back the death penalty.
Bring back the death penalty as she screamed holding her dying child while he laid his last words and breath upon her chest. Bring back the death penalty she screamed in mercy so that she will so that she will no longer have to hold any more of her dying sons and lay them in graves before she lays in her own.
Bring back the death penalty she screamed as her sons soul left his body and he became another victim to a violent society. Bring back the death penalty, bring back our sons.
poem by Melvyn Mohan
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money earned unfairly
for causing violent end of others
earns a violent end for self
quote by by John Celes
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Violent means will give violent freedom. That would be a menace to the world and to India herself.
quote by Mohandas Gandhi
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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But, I don't know, the violence, I can't even talk about. We don't do a lot of violent shows. When I started in television, breaking a pencil was a violent act.
quote by Aaron Spelling
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Family of War
Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.
A statement: children who watch violent TV programmes tend to be more violent when they grow up. But did the TV cause the violence, or do violent children preferentially enjoy watching violent programmes? Very likely both are true. Commercial defenders of TV violence argue that anyone can distinguish between television and reality. But Saturday morning children’s programmes now average 25 acts of violence per hour. At the very least this desensitizes young children to aggression and random cruelty. And if impressionable adults can have false memories implanted in their brains, what are we implanting in our children when we expose them to some 100,000 acts of violence before they graduate from elementary school?
Carl Sagan in The Demon-Haunted World: Science as a Candle in the Dark
Submitted by Catalin Popescu
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I'm Not Brave Or Known For Courage
I'm not brave or known for courage I am allergic to fear
Of the violent and aggressive I am happy to stay clear
And far too many violent people in the World of today
Who don't respect the rights of others that does seem quite sad to say.
The living life form that I fear most happens to be my fellow man
Of those known to be violent I avoid them if I can
Even on their best behaviour bullies they have darkness of the soul
And one must say they are quite dangerous when they are out of control.
I'm not brave or known for courage just your average ageing bloke
And I like being with laid back people those who like to tell a joke
These to me are feel good people they are nice to get to know
Acquaintances with their sort into friendships do grow.
One known for to be violent could never be my friend
I see their type as control freaks of that I won't pretend
I like the easy going sort power over others they don't need
Not hard to get along with and quite likeable indeed.
poem by Francis Duggan
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The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love - almost as violent and much more mischievous.
quote by Aldous Huxley
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Violent crime is a solved problem - all they have to do is repeal the laws that keep those intelligent, capable, and responsible men and women from arming themselves, and violent crime evaporates like dry ice on a hot summer day.
quote by L. Neil Smith
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Morbid Thoughts
Yeah I have violent thoughts sometimes.
Does that make me a violent person?
I think not.
As a sickness these thoughts bring humor to my heart.
Yes I laugh at a dream of beating my boss in the car over and over again in repetition indefinitely.
This is because he does 110 in a 55 like the song and I don't why except I do.
He might be suicidal, and might want to die.
Yes I laugh at a dream of a yodeling cat tied up in a plastic bag slowly suffocating.
This is of course because she won't stop yodeling.
These morbid thoughts last mere seconds, acting them out would scar me for years.
A conscious that would disappear.
I do feel both pain and guilt.
Even if at it seems at time as if I don't.
Am I reassuring myself or you?
That's a question that needs to be asked.
I know I'm not crazy it is everyone else.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Violent Love
Baby, you look so good,
I knew you would.
Please, dont go away
Darling, say its okay...
I wanna make violent love
To you by the moon above
I wanna make violent love to you
I wanna kiss every night
To squeeze and hold you tight
I wanna make violent love to you
I dont want seem frantic
I dont want to cramp your style
Youre driving me into a panic
You just wanna drive me, drive me,
Drive me, drive me wild
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Le Serpent
Tu t'acharnes sur la beauté.
Et quelles femmes ont été
Victimes de ta cruauté !
Ève, Euridice, Cléopâtre ;
J'en connais encor trois ou quatre.
poem by Guillaume Apollinaire
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The Revenge Of The Poem
you are my enemy
i have a gun hidden in this poem
i get the gun and pull its trigger
in front of your face
bang! bang! bang!
i hit you right at the center of your temple
you fall dead
in front of me
you are not dead?
who cares?
from the point of view of this violent poem
i just shot you and you are dead
you are my enemy
and you are dead
i am relieved
from the point of view of this violent poem
you are my enemy and you are dead
now i can go
and live in peace
this violent poem
has done its purpose
i will have another one to compose.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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