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In England And All Over The World
Raped!
Abused,
By gangs! !
In England.
Bad gangs,
Bangs, fangs, hangs, pangs, tangs, gangs!
To abuse and to rape girls;
In England and all over the world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Gangs In The Street
Put your hands in the air
You better take care
Your body or your life
Don't think twice
Gonna get what they need
It aint nothing but feed
Better watch what you do
Or you'll know that your through
What would you do
If they were looking at you
What would you say
If they were walking your way
Looks like theres gonna be a showdown
You better not slow down
Better watch what you say (yeah)
'Cuz you know they're not playin'
Don't you look over there
You better not stare
Get down on your knees
You beggin' them please
(ohh)
(chorus)
Gangs in the street
Lookin for you
Looking for me
Gangs in the street
Ready for you
And they're ready for me
(chorus x2)
Put your hands in the air
You better take care
Your body or your life
Don't think twice
Better watch what you say
Or you know that you'll pay
Better watch what you do
Or you know that your through
Gangs in the street
Looking for you
Gangs in the street
Looking for me
Gangs in the street
Hey, you looking for me
Gangs in the street
We're gonna see
song performed by by Loverboy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Gangs
Gangs I say are like no other,
In it varies the bold schedule
Of a thousand nights.
Gag the criminal as he gagged you,
Lest the minding has upset totally,
Like the gorilla and its warfare on us.
Gangs will make a mother pay,
Leap into the chair of your father.
I say no other than parent and child,
Killing the one is like killing the other.
I am demonstrating a mistake for ever.
Gangs must keep silent, all the time.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Vicious Streak
What am I gonna do
I feel like Im on fire
If you only knew
That youre the object of desire
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that youre the only one
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that it wont be long
My aim is true
My vision is clear
My thoughts are crude
Whenever youre near
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that youre the only one
I keep hanging on, keep hanging on
And I swear by God that it wont be long
I keep hanging on
Youve got a vicious streak
For someone so young
Youre like solar flair
In the rising sun
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
I keep hanging on
song performed by by New Order
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I've written a book on gangs, taught a course on gangs at Occidental.
quote by Tom Hayden
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Terrorism, ladies and gentlemen, in my eyes I have a very, very, very simple explanation. Gangs of criminals, killers, used unfortunately by certain governments in the past for political purposes, who are on their own now as gangs.
quote by Hamid Karzai
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Gangs Too Distant
Gangs of fire and ice, their religion is polite,
As their goals are super-respectable,
As there is righteous action in all they accomplish,
A region of space is reserved for their cacophony,
They cajole them into thinking alike,
To gather the praise as praise is grand
Like the distant seas and the remarkable ocean.
Gangs of youths do beat their doors,
Downwards is their strength on the radio,
The police are the calamity and calligraphers
Of a wide community, canoeists are the gangs
Of a river of reality. The best are the prisoners.
Like the distant ocean and the mountains far away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dangers Of War
Gangs of war wrong themselves,
They wound and they hurt
Like the lions and tigers of May.
Of June the cats prowl and launch
To keep danger and the sparkle,
The wounds of a man are tried
And they found me in harmony,
Loathing me as they spoke, like ninjas.
Gangs corrupt and crush the market,
Oppressing is the crime they commit.
poem by Naveed Akram
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More Than One
Quizmasters often test mentalities,
by asking folks to name pluralities,
of things of many different sorts.
Like soldiers can be called 'cohorts'.
There are 'flights' of geese and jets and stairs,
and socks are sometimes found in 'pairs'.
Young ladies curls are massed in 'bangs',
and crooks unite themselves in 'gangs'.
Such gangs can join to form a 'mafia',
but alas that only rhymes with 'raffia'.
Apes, you'd know, can make a 'shrewdness',
could rednecks joined become a 'rudeness'?
And though Collingwood fans are two a penny,
more than none is 'Too Bloody Many'.
poem by Red O'Mara
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Night People
(alan toussaint)
Night people, hanging out
Looking at each other waiting for something to happen
Night people, hanging out
Looking at each other
Waiting for soemthing to happen
While the day world is sleeping
Night people are creeping, hanging out
Looking at each other
When the day world stops moving
Night people start grooving, hanging out
Looking at each other
When the day bees stop buzzing
Night people start coming, hanging out
Waiting for something to happen
Night people , hanging out
Looking at each other
Waiting for something to happen
You dont get one thing
Without the other
We got to keep the world alive
If everybody went to sleep
At the same time,
Howd we keep the world alive
In a word we got the night people,
Night people, hanging out
Looking at each other
Waiting for something to happen
Got to see who is with you
Who is with me, who is with who, were hanging out
Looking at each other
Got to see whatcha wearing, whatcha got
Whatcha sharing , hanging out
Waiting for something to happen
As the day world goes by
Night people doing fine, hanging out
Looking at each other
When the day world starts humping
Night people start pumping, hanging out
Waiting for something to happen
Night people hanging out
Looking at each other
Waiting for soemthing to happen
Night people, hanging out
Looking at each other
Waiting for something to happen
Night people grooving , hanging out
Night people grooving
Night people grooving
Night people grooving
Night people grooving
Night people grooving
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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One Of You
Breathe in the water
Drown in the sky
High, high above her
While I'm flowing through your eyes
Hold me in motion
Still in your sun
Under this ocean
There's a world melt into one
And i'm hanging on to everything i hold dear
And i'm letting go of fear
I'm hanging on to every single one of you
See all the darkness
Blind in the light
Deep in this forest
Tell me leave this in this night
And I'm hanging on,
To everything I hold dear
And I'm letting go of all this fear
I'm hanging on to every single one of you
Go somewhere better
Go to the sea
Walk through the desert
Till your love grows over me
And I'm hanging on
To everything I hold dear
And I'm letting go of all my fear
I'm hanging on to every single one of you
To every single one of you
To every single one of you
Every single one of you
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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An English Summer
Teenagers drinking in the park
Tennis from Wimbledon on T.V.
acrid smells coming from barbecues
being bitten by midges, gnats, and flea.
Music you have never ever liked
blasting out all over your neighbourhood
gangs of kids who should be in bed
hanging about late and up to no good.
The pollen count shoots on up
making you cough and have an itchy eye
it can rain on and off for weeks
when we've been told it'll be hot and dry.
You get all hot and sweaty and can't sleep
when we do finally get that hot spell
but you can't leave your windows open
as you might let in the burglar from hell.
So I don't really enjoy an English summer
in fact I reckon they are so overrated
but if you can't beat them join them
so I'm off to a barbie to get slightly inebriated!
poem by Kevin Halls
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You Keep Me Hangin On
Set me free why don't cha babe
Get out my life why don't cha baby
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
you don't really need me
You just keep me hanging on
Why do you keep comin' 'round
Playing with my heart
Why don't cha get out of my life
And let me make a new start
Let me get over you the way you've gotten over me
Yeah
Set me free why don't cha babe
Get out my life why don't cha baby
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
you don't really need me
You just keep me hanging on
You say although we broke up
You still want to be just friends
How can we be friends
If seeing you only breaks my heart again
Set me free why don't cha babe
Get out my life why don't cha baby
Set me free why don't cha babe
Get out my life why don't cha baby
You claim you still care for me
But your heart and soul need to be free
Now that you've got your freedom
You want to still hold onto me
You don't want me for yourself
So let me love somebody else
Why don't cha be a man abouti
And set me free
You don't care a thing about me
You're just using me
So go on get out get out of my life
And let me sleep at night
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
Set me free why don't cha babe
Get out my life why don't cha baby
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
you don't really need me
You just keep me hanging on
'Cause you don't really love me
You just keep me hanging on
song performed by by Lisa Stansfield
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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February Stars
I'm hanging on
Here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
I watched you come and go
How was I to know
You'd steal the show?
One day I'll have enough to gamble
I'll wait to hear your final call
And bet it all
I'm hanging on
Here until I'm gone
I'm right where I belong
Just hanging on
Even though
I pass this time alone
Somewhere so unknown
It heals the soul
You ask for walls
I'll build them higher
We'll lie in shadows of them all
I'd stand but they're much too tall
And I fall
CHORUS
February stars
Floating in the dark
Temporary scars
February stars
REPEAT CHORUS (2X)
song performed by by Foo Fighters from The Colour And The Shape
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You Keep Me Hangin On
(holland / dozier / holland)
Set me free why dont you baby
Get out of my life why dont you baby
You really dont want me
You just keep me hanging on
You really dont need me
You just keep me hanging on
Why do you keep coming around
Playing with my heart
Why dont you get out of my life
And help me to make a new start
Let me get over you
The way you got over me
Set me free why dont you baby
Get out of my life why dont you baby
You really dont want me child
You just keep me hanging on
You never, never, never needed me
You just keep me hanging on
You said when we broke up
You just wanted to be friends
Tell me, how can we still be friends
When seeing you just breaks my heart again
And there aint nothing I can do about it
You really dont need me
You just keep me hanging on
You really dont need me baby
You just keep me hanging on
Set me free why dont you baby
Set me free why dont you baby
Get out of my life why dont you honey
You just keep me hanging on
song performed by by Rod Stewart
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hanging Garden
Creatures kissing in the rain
Shapeless in the dark again
In the hanging garden
Please don't speak
In the hanging garden
No one sleeps
In the hanging garden
In the hanging garden
Catching haloes on the moon
Gives my hands the shapes of angels
In the heat of the night
The animals scream
In the heat of the night
Walking into a dream . . .
Fall fall fall fall
Into the walls
Jump jump out of time
Fall fall fall fall
Out of the sky
Cover my face as the animals cry
In the hanging garden
In the hanging garden
Creatures kissing in the rain
Shapeless in the dark again
In a hanging garden
Change the past
In a hanging garden
Wearing furs
And masks
Fall fall fall fall
Into the walls
Jump jump out of time
Fall fall fall fall
Out of the sky
Cover my face as the animals die
In the hanging garden
As the animals die
Cover my face as the animals die
In the hanging garden
song performed by by Cure
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My Life
I am a nuyoriquen (new York Puerto Rican) born and raised
Living with the Bronx gangs was my craze.
You had to wear your street colors wherever you would go
This was the gang colors that you had to show.
I had to be in three gangs, just to get to school
This had become part of the street rules.
I had to change my jerseys going from turf to turf
And when I’d forget it would get much worse.
Scorpions, Dragons, Lightnings too, and three other
Divisions of Crowns ruled the south Bronx.
Egyptian, Royal, Bohemian Crowns
They had become Bronx renown.
But the most feared was the older gang
The Suicides was their name.
Against all gangs they would go down
Including their brothers from the Bohemian Crowns.
For each gang I had a different name
Derringer for the two derringers I carried
Nava Jo for my climbing skills
Blade for the switch blades I carried.
And with these names I had gained fame.
(ha-ha if you could call it that!)
I knew that I would have to leave these streets
And getting out of the gangs was the biggest feat.
I joined the Army at eighteen years of age
And from there my life did change.
When I was in the streets, I could not write my poetry
For this was punkish for a guy
and they said poetry was a lie.
This was the times of desegregation in Alabama, and Mississippi
And then entering into Vietnam, when the French moved out.
This left an imprint on my mind
and I wasn’t going back into past times.
When I returned back to the states
And went To an army buddies home
and met his family
I knew my past life would be history.
His father was a poet, and the best that I have known
And to change my life to me he had shown.
Anyone can change, with help and determination
And your belief in GOD will be your salvation.
poem by Louis Rams
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Inner-City Nights
Gangs of teenagers hanging about
the smell of dope in the air
girls scream and run around
every evening they are there.
Even when it rains they turn up
a shop doorway or bus stop will do
there to drink bottles of cider
and to smoke and sniff glue.
Nervous people peep out
at the sound of very loud noise
but the police won't come out
they can't arrest young girls or boys.
Bring back national service
says the elderly gentleman
as a drunken teenager
throws at him an empty beer can.
Adults long for peace and quiet
but the yobs just want to make noise
but they know they'll get away it
as police can't arrest young boys.
poem by Kevin Halls
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It's Not You
You wear your smile
Like it was going out of fashion
Dress to inflame
But douse any ideas of passion
You carry your love in a trinket
Hanging round your throat
Always inviting
Always exciting
But i must not take off my coat
Well i'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure who i've got in mind
But i know
That it's not you
That it's not you
You ask me questions
That i never wanted to hear
I am the only one
Just until you finish this year
I would murder you
If i had the alibi
Here in my hand
And you just laugh
'cause you don't understand
That i'm tired of hanging around
I want somebody new
I'm not sure
Who i've got in mind
But i know that it's not you
It's not you
It's not you
It's not you
It's not you
It's not you
No it's not you
That it's not you
It's not you
It's not you
song performed by by Cure
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