Every rustic who delivers in the village alehouse his slow, infrequent sentences, may help to kill or keep alive the fatal superstitions which clog his race.
quote by William Kingdon Clifford
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A View To Kill
Meeting you with a view to a kill
Face to faces, secret places, feel the chill
Night fall covers me
But you know the plans I'm making
Still overseas,
Could it be the whole lot opening wide
A sacred why
A mystery gaping inside
A week is why
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
The choice for you is the view to a kill
Between the shades assacination standing still
First crystal tears,
Fallen of snowflakes on your body
First time in years
To drench you skin of lover's rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame
A chance to die
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see is the view to a kill
song performed by by Duran Duran
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A View To A Kill
(words and music duran duran and john barry)
Meeting you, with a view to a kill
Face to face in secret places, feel the chill.
Night fall covers me, but you know the plans Im making,
Still oversea, could it be the whole world opening wide
A sacred why? , a mystery gaping inside
The weekends why?
Until we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire,
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire,
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire.....
Choice for you, is the view to a kill
Between the shades, assination standing still.
The first crystal tears, fall as snowflakes on your body
First time in years, to drench you skin with lovers rosy stain
A chance to find the phoenix for the flame,
A chance to die..
But can we dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
To fatal sounds of broken dreams
Dance into the fire
That fatal kiss is all we need
Dance into the fire
When all we see.. is the view to a kill
song performed by by Duran Duran
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What The World Has Come To Be(travon Martin)
This world is still segregated
Face the facts
We didn't get too far from when martin Luther king Jr. Was alive
Yes races are now working to gethar
But now there is not only still racism
There is now race on race crime
All these thoughts rush through my mind like a ton of brick
The old folks are telling us young folks what's wrong and right
And that we should not fight and kill one another
But it will not stick
And I'm sick of all this! ! !
Why do I always have to worry about getting shot?
If I'm just walking from the store caring a bag o skittles
And an Arizona drink
Why should I die because you think I look suspicious?
But you follow me and kill me because you feel threatened
What sense does that makes?
Can we just all love and look out for each other instead of killing one another?
poem by Alexis pelt
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Slow Poison
love is
slow
poison
1st...
the love kill
male...
2 nd
love kill
the female....
love is slow
poison...
kill
again and again...
with out nife...
with out gun...
with out meteerial...
but kill...
with pain
with breath every day...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Night Delivers
Night is dark
Hiding in pain
Night is quiet
But trouble remains
Night is still
For those suffering
Night delivers dawn
Dawn delivers day
Day delivers hope
Religicide
I 'must believe' in something to be
Saved, so I've been told,
And practice all those rituals
Passed down from days of old,
Conform to thoughts conceived by men
Two thousand years ago,
The followers of Jesus, Buddha,
Krishna... So and so!
Then once I've made my choice I must
Resist all other faiths,
And war with each heretic, spill
Their blood, malign their race,
Aver that only my belief
Will take us to the stars,
While all those other foolish folk
Head to some place like Mars.
And all this on the words of those
Who trod the desert plains,
Who never saw an aeroplane,
Electric light or trains,
Knew nothing of the Internet
Or travel into space,
Who muttered superstitions round
The campfires of their race.
Our lives are fraught with peril as
Fanatics roam the earth,
Who seek to kill and maim us
By the values of their dearth,
No matter what I think, believe,
Or what man has begun,
The universe will plough its way
In circles, round the sun!
2 February 2010
poem by David Lewis Paget
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Beautiful
200 miles per hour
That's how fast I seem to go
With the weight of the world on my
shoulders
Slow down. come and catch us all
WAIT!
Slow Down!
Take!
Slow Down!
Why can't you help me?
Slow Down!
Feel
When I'm in doubt
I need something beautiful
To fill the space we've taken up
I need something to feel real
Again before I go numb
Downward spiral. a kaleidoscope view
Is what you're seeing saying so jaded
The picture I drew
Come again. Come Again. Come Again!
Wait!
Take!
Wait!
Why can't you help me?
Wait!
Take!
Wait!
Take!
Feel when I'm in doubt
Feel when I'm in doubt
I need something beautiful
To fill the space we've taken up
I need something to feel real
Again before I go numb
Are you alive?
Are you alive?
I'm alive
When I'm in doubt
I'm alive
song performed by by Sevendust from Animosity
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The Shattered
love is not blind,
Love is not jealous,
Love can stand the test of time,
and so on goes the sayings..
But when love is expressed
beyond the needs of the
situation...situation is
created....
It slowly shows signs and
delivers poison doses...
It starts to kill...
A slow bleeding death...
The heart which was once
filled with immense trust,
happiness tends to kill
oneself...
They say distance makes
the hearts grow fonder...
Pretty true mostly..
But when ta distances
tends to show up
alongside loneliness n
unwanted thoughts...
Infidelity follows
alongwith arguments,
allegations, issues...
making way for hatred to
take the center stage...
And the love which once
stood firm, unshaken on
trust...continues to show
its fragility....
The promises broken...
Love becomes a distant
past.......
poem by Sukkum Chang
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Dance music
Bus move
Slow slow
On indian
Village road...
In side all are danching...
With some music...?
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Lament 2
Lament
Bucolic village
Full of romantic cobble stones
Fucking hard to walk on
When your feet are old
And you need slippers and carpets
And not bogus rustic charm
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Kill All The White Man
The white man call himself civilized
Cause he know how to take over
The white man come to pillage my village
Now he tell me I have to bend over
Oh yeah, kill all the white man
No I dont like the white man up in me
He rape my people as he rape my country
Everything I love and cherish, he try to take away
We will be rid of him, soon come the day
Oh yeah, kill all the white man
Oh yeah, kill all the white man
Oh yeah, kill all the white man
Oh yeah, kill all the white man
song performed by by NOFX
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The Big Kahuna
What's it to you?
Let's make it new
Let's make it die, make it die
There's nothing wrong
It's lived to long
And the plesure is yours and mine
You conceived me now you wanna kill me
It won't be easy, hey I wanna be me
You took me with you, now I'm gonna kill you
I want my mom!!!
What's it to you?
What's it to you?
Cutting through you
It's still alive, still alive
This thing between us
???
And it's chewing from the inside
song performed by by Faith No More
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Song for girl in checkered shawl
gentle girl
in checkered shawl
in Safonkovo,
the artist's village
charming girl
and of delicate smile
in your simple rustic clothes
like any other girl everywhere
with her dreams, her loves
flowering in time, coming of age
with nature's rhythms
girl of desires and wishes
and warmth and good heart
anonymous, unknown
and growing and marrying and begetting
and loving and nurturing and passing
in time past, another age
another clime
and this your lovely smile
that reaches us from your village
this the beauty of you
O girl in checkered shawl
in Safonkovo
the artist's village
this look of you, Venetsianov
sends from the distant past -
this
I breathe in like
I breathe the fresh air
in an early Spring morning,
O darling girl of Safonkovo
poem by Raj Arumugam
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Ratfinks, Suicide Tanks And Cannibal Girls
I black the temper, yeah
Never seen the face of truth
Sweet Mr. Jesus, yeah
Infected on my skin
Deep mist around you, yeah
I'm crawling on the side
Sheep for another, yeah
Another taste of life
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
Dead barks around you, yeah
Crawl in a river black
I creep and crawl here, yeah
He's falling on the floor
Out with another, yeah
A killing wall of sound
Say that you love it, yeah
Don't make me turn it down
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
Born to kill, yeah
Black, blue and bloody fingers
Hong Kong head, yeah
Who's gonna face this wheel
Now tell me smooth, yeah
I'll tell the pussycats
An ultra-pain, yeah
I'll blow it all away
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
It's alive, yeah everybody
It's alive, who will stop me?
song performed by by White Zombie
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It's weird when people start sentences with 'frankly' - as if their other sentences don't count.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Back In The Village
Turn the spotlights on the people,
Switch the dial and eat the worm.
Take your chances, kill the engine,
Drop your bombs and let it burn.
White flags shot to ribbons,
The truce is black and burned,
Shellshock in the kitchen,
Tables overturned.
Chorus
Back in the village again,
In the village.
Im back in the village again.
Throwing dice now, rolling loaded,
I see sixes all the way.
In a black hole, and Im spinning
As my wings get shot away.
No breaks on the inside,
Paper cats and burning barns,
Theres a fox among the chickens,
And a killer in the hounds.
Questions are a burden
And answers are a prison for oneself
Shellshock in the kitchen
Tables start to burn.
Chorus
But still we walk into the valley
And others try to kill the inner flame
Were burning brighter than before
I dont have a number, Im a name!
Chorus
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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I'll agonize over sentences. Mostly because you're trying to create specific effects with sentences, and because there are a number of different voices in the book.
quote by Neil Gaiman
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What God Delivers to You Is Yours to Keep
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
Don't feel an obligation to look all around.
That treasure that you have found...
Is yours to pick up off the ground.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
When you find a shining penny on the ground,
Face up...
Pick it up.
It's meant to be....
And not a stroke of good luck.
And when you find a shining penny on the ground,
Pick it up.
It's not a stroke of good luck.
It's meant to be,
Yours to pocket and keep!
And keep things simple like a dimple on your cheek.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
Yours to keep!
What God delivers to you is yours to keep.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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America has the longest prison sentences in the West, yet the only condition long sentences demonstrably cure is heterosexuality.
quote by Bruce Jackson
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Global Village
Global village
Though we are all human
we are made to be different
by forces beyond our clout
Yet they want remake us
in a new image of their choice
in a village too big to be safe
The world they now call
a single village in the globe
with a big brother to match
As long as we are second class
within that large village fashioned
we would be subjected to
someone’s standards
someone’s culture
someone’s technology
someone’s understanding
someone’s world view
someone’s theories and concepts
They try hard in harder ways
to make us part of that village
but we know we are different
and shall strive to leave outside
that fashioned unsafe village
poem by Yusuf Adamu
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