Hold back some goods for a thousand days and you will be sure to sell at a profit.
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Your Boom, My Bust
So the he said
'Tell me capitalist
what is profit? '
He said
profit is what I earn
when I sell something for more than it is worth,
it is a reward for my effort.'
Ah, I said, if everyone did that
then the price of an object would
keep going up forever
since each person in the chain
would want their profft
and finally, the price would be so high
nobody could afford to buy
what the capitalist had to sell
and then we would all be in poverty
the last capitalist
would be the only one left with money
enough to buy up our properties
since the price would have dropped
because nobody could afford to pay
and in the end
the richest capitalist
would be the only one standing
and would own everything
while everyone else would have to sell everything to him
because all of the rest of us would be too poor
to pay the high prices its costs to live.
Sell something for more than it is really worth
on the grounds that a profit must be made
leads to disasters, and boom and bust.
Hello Wall Street.
And by the way
if everyone loses everything
who had the money to buy
it all up?
Hello Wall Street.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Sell My Soul
How do you feel
How do you hate
How do you wake up with the smile thats on your face
Out on the moon
If I was an astronaut could I get back to you?
Im out of my head
Im out of excuses so Im staring at the bed
And its you
Its you...
I hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Losing my heart
Losing my pride
Id burn our initials in the sun if it would shine
I need a fresh start
I was in heaven until this one fell apart
Out on the run
Out on this empty space since all of this begun
I try
I try...
I hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, hold on
(I cant let go...)
And you dont how I feel
And nothing seems to help
And nothing seems to work
And nothing isnt beautiful
Im old enough to take all the blame for all of us
Theres all the games and all the faces
Im bleeding by myself and Im okay...
Hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(Id sell my soul)
And you dont know how I feel
Hold on, I hold on
(I cant let go)
And you dont know how I feel
I hold on
(I cant let go...)
And you dont know how I feel
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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To Sing
To sing in the remotest regions is safe,
A musical harmony enlightens the very safe.
I sell my goods for profit and hope to gain
From them in the ways of your generosity.
I safely groan, I employ masters for a price,
The far storms arrive and enjoy me,
When do the periods of festivity come?
The price of peace is significant,
For peaceful men did all their tasks well.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Best Buy, Good Sale, Fine, Sell
ok, you got the best buy
in the history of sales
got this contract
with lesser obligations
but more returns
maximized at most
for your benefit
though, it's scratched
with what?
with some hidden defects
got the best buy today
cheap
tomorrow i will have a good sale
of course, more expensive
for my gain & profit
that's how capitalism works
a third country having the best
buy from the rich country
and sells the same
to its people at a higher cost
of their freedom
and other liberties
ok, fine, if everything is at its highest
sell
what you bought at the cheapest
this is the law
and this will always be the law
when cheap buy
when high, sell
boils down to....
what do i get? yes, profit.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Hearts!
If the heart is made of gold,
We can sell it to get the profit.
If the heart is made of diamond,
We can cut and polish it.
If the heart is made of polyethene,
We can hold it as an inert umbrella.
But the heart is made of flesh and love,
Don't hurt, cut, polish, use and sell it.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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In A Thousand Words
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU MY FEELINGS.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU I'M WILLING.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD EXPLAIN MY PERSONA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TALK LIKE MY MAMA.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SING YOU A LYRIC.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SELL YOU A GIMMICK.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD TELL YOU IT ALL.
IN A THOUSAND WORDS I COULD SAY NOTHING AT ALL.
poem by LaQuandra Baskin
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The Owners Of The Little Box
Line the inside of the little box
With your precious skin
And make yourself cozy
Just as you would in your own home
Make space voyages inside her
Gather stars make time squirt its milk
And sleep in the clouds
Just don't go around pretending
You're more important than her length
And wiser than her width
If you do we'll sell her for a song
Your box and everything inside her
To the first fleecer to the wind
We don't care about profit
And we don't keep spoiled goods
So don't keep saying
It's we who told you this
From inside the little box
poem by Vasko Popa
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That's my favorite subject because it really levels the playing field for artists these days. You don't have to sell out to the record company. You don't have to get a five hundred thousand dollars, or whatever, and pay them back for the rest of your life to record a record.
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Hold Back
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Now when we started - no interventions
I wanted everything with no conditions
You took my love and told it to the world
But now it really changes things
The ring you wear belongs to someone else
Somebody else and my heart keeps saying
Hold back - hold back your love
Baby its just a crazy thing to start
Hold back - hold back your love
Maybe its just the easy way to part
Hold back - hold back (hold back, hold back...)
No denials - no introspection
Im not competing for some true perfection
I wanted something thats fine and thats for sure
And now I wonder how she feels
cos in her heart she knows theres someone else
Somebody else and I hear her saying
Hold back - hold back your love
Baby its just a crazy thing to start
Hold back - hold back your love
Maybe its just the easy way to part
Hold back - hold back
Hold back (hold back)
Hold back your love
Hold back (hold back)
Hold back your love
(baby...) hold back (hold back)
Hold back your love
Baby its just a crazy thing to start
Baby its just a crazy thing
You gotta hold back - hold back your love
(hold back) - hold back your love
(hold back) - you gotta hold back your love
(ooh) you gotta hold back your love
(ooh) hold back your love
Hold back (hold back)
(ooh)
(ooh)
Hold back
(ad lib to fade)
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Hold Me Back
(young - young)
I got a big fat cadillac built for you
I got a honk thatll blow the avenue
Got a hot dog kickin all bend my thing
Got a a sugar looking woman with a bald headed man
Give me five o here boy, thats what Ill do
Got a big fat momma who can hold a tune
Gotta slip that bone in hard and mean
A honky tonk woman get the best of me
Cant hold me back
Cant hold me back
Cant hold me back
Get a heart attack
Cant hold me back
Got a honky tonk big ball hit to thrill
I got a sugar boot money baby thatll kill
A honky tonk 15 golden mile
Gotta bald headed woman loaded in the town
You can get me to the ball man, drivin in
And dont balk the kill, call in the ville
You gotta map the wrong town, hit the road
You got the whole boppa movin on down the road
Cant hold me back
You cant hold me back
You cant hold me back
You get a heart attack
Cant hold me back
You cant hold me back
You cant hold me back
You cant hold me back
You get a heart attack
Cant hold me back
You cant hold me back, you cant hold me back
You cant hold me back, you cant hold me back
Cant hold me back, you cant hold me back
You cant hold me back, you get a heart attack
Cant hold me back (hold me back)
You cant hold me back (hold me back)
You cant hold me back (hold me back)
Cant hold me back (hold me back)
You cant hold me back (hold me back)
Cant hold me back (hold me back)
You cant hold me back (hold me back)
You cant hold me back
2000, j. albert & son, pty.
song performed by by AC-DC
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The Goods Gone
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
Chorus:
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone
The goods gone out of our love
I know its wrong
We should enjoy it, but
The goods gone
The goods gone
Once we used to get along
Now, each time we kiss, its wrong
(chorus)
Now it aint no fun
And the goods gone now
We used to love as one
But we have forgotten now
I know when Ive had enough
When I think your love is rough
(chorus)
Its gone forever
song performed by by Who
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The New American Way
quit banging the drums of war!
war was never meant to be
a means of economic survival...
much less profitable....
human lives mean nothing!
freedom and democracy
are a hoax... a drug
administered through the
late night tv news....
we're not trying to liberate anyone,
it's all profit and loss....
profit to the War Machine...
loss... of lives, any sense of morality
and/or human decency.
it's easy to sell....
just tell the people they're
our enemies... that they're
out to get us.
you dont have to prove
anything...
no weapons of mass destruction
needed... just the fear
created by implanting the thought!
profit justifies anything...
the new American Way!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Here, Truth is construed
an equal dispersion of goods-
itself a form of profit-taking.
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Sell My Soul
Lets begin, I am ready, lets begin
Sell my soul to him
Shed my skin, I just wanna shed my skin
I dont wanna sell my soul to him
Mechanize, city bursts and farmers die
They cry
Sleep face down in a goods train heading south in the rain
In this world I often think you understand me
In these words I often think youd recognise me
cos I just wanna swim with the fish in the sea
And I want faith to heal so that I can be clean
Americas great now
If you dont talk back
You hide your face
Crawl in rubble and smile and scorn
At that snail-paced creature
Going up and down walls
Celebrate, I just want to celebrate
Im not going to sell my soul to him
When you look right in
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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Delivering The Goods
Feeling like were, ready to kick tonight
No hesitating, my bodies aching
Looking for some action, satisfaction all right
Charging, vein faced, as active as one-hundred solid proof
Mega town, leviathan, were ready to hit the roof
You better watch out and hold on tight
Were heading your way like dynamite
Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods
Shake down, rock em boys, crack that whip strap mean
Pulse rave, air waves, battle lies in every place weve been
Stealing your hearts all across the land
Hot blood doing good, were going to load you with our brand
You better watch out and hold on tight
Were heading your way like dynamite
Delivering the goods
Yeah, delivering the goods
Have your way
Stealing your hearts
Well we dont pull no punches, we aim where the crunch is
The bound to do most damage to your brain
If youre looking for it mellow
Youre nothing more than yellow
Gonna do it again and again
Well beat you to submission
So you might as well surrender
You do gotta learn your lesson
cause there aint nobody here to defend your heart
Faster, higher
til it seems that were gonna break
Oh shootin further, giving more than youre ever gonna take
Weaving with your heads
Crushed out on the floor
Begging for mercy
Be careful or well do it some more
You better watch out and hold on tight
Were heading your way like dynamite
Delivering the goods
Delivering the goods
song performed by by Judas Priest
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M an is dead
Netzche discovered that God is dead
Hence gods were to be discovered
in nationalism socialism democracy and so on
Whose imagination did create so many gods?
Man's.
No particular man but Man who is perhaps in every man and woman
Or who is an agglomeration of men
The thousand headed Man with thousand eyes and thousand legs
So when god was found dead
Man became the god of gods
Man the god or human ism was born
But whatever is born is foredoomed to die
And Foucault thundered-Man or Humanism is born to die
He was a great prophet
Pantaloons and other modern markets came forward
with their mazarine music of trade cries
Their teeth are well arranged in the consumers goods
arrayed in different air conditioned shops in the same built space
They ate the humanity of every man
And see the dead humanity's apparels- you he and me
me he and you
are being worn by the system of consumers goods
a television a refrigerator a car a computer
a booking with a five star hotel at Angkor Vat
Dont ask whether the motor cycle has any use value at all.
Ask yourself whether you know how to caress the bike
the way a mother used to take care of a child in olden times
Man still lingers in appearance
But consumer goods as a system has donned this appearance
presently after it was declared that God is dead
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The discreet collector
Down south there is a curio-shop
Unknown to many men;
Thereat do I intend to stop
When I am south again;
The narrow street through which to go--
Aha! I know it well!
And may be you would like to know--
But no--I will not tell!
'T is there to find the loveliest plates
(The bluest of the blue!)
At such surprisingly low rates
You'd not believe it true!
And there is one Napoleon vase
Of dainty Sèvres to sell--
I'm sure you'd like to know that place--
But no--I will not tell!
Then, too, I know another shop
Has old, old beds for sale,
With lovely testers up on top
Carved in ornate detail;
And there are sideboards rich and rare,
With fronts that proudly swell--
Oh, there are bargains waiting there,
But where I will not tell!
And hark! I know a bottle-man
Smiling and debonair,
And he has promised me I can
Choose of his precious ware!
In age and shape and color, too,
His dainty goods excel--
Aha, my friends, if you but knew--
But no! I will not tell!
A thousand other shops I know
Where bargains can be got--
Where other folk would like to go
Who have what I have not.
I let them hunt; I hold my mouth--
Yes, though I know full well
Where lie the treasures of the south,
I'm not a going to tell!
poem by Eugene Field
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Daddys Back
You. . .hiding in shadowy blue
Somebodys come for you.
Youre due to come alive
I. . . Im getting you ready to fly
Tell all your friends bye bye
Youre leaving here with me
You better believe
Bring it outside
Gonna go for a ride
Cause Im back, babe
I can see an end to daddys days as a rollling stone
Hold on my dear
Well be breezing from here
Cause Im back, babe
Good days are here again
Your daddys back again
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Darlin weve finally come true
Tell em how its just me and you
And its near I feel it comin
Dear lets keep it comin on yeah, yeah
Bring it outside
Gonna go for a ride
Cause Im back, babe
I can see an end to daddys days as a rollling stone
Hold on my dear
Well be breezing from here
Cause Im back, babe
Good days are here again
Youre daddys home again
Good days are here again
Your daddys home again
Good days are here your daddys back oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,
Oh, oh, oh
Hold on my dear
Well be breezing from here
Cause Im back, babe
I got everything that you need
Lover stand by me
I come back, babe
I come back, babe
Daddys oh yeah
I come back, babe
Daddys back, babe
Daddys back
Repeat and fade
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Tradesmen
Forced by tragedy the tradesmen sell their goods,
Damning the praises coming for their livelihoods;
Cotton, wool and silk give in to their owners,
Wealth shall empower some of the loaners.
The giving and taking may be scalded and disrupted,
Having been trusted firstly and lastly, but corrupted.
An interest achieved by the merchants is despicable,
Let coins fall into a pit of gold, that is admirable.
You seek abominations from the tradesmen,
Yet goods achieve the status of wonderment with countrymen.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Work
Time is money, so
Sell your soul for a profit.
Then you can buy things.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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