Tonight the city is full of morgues, and all the toilets are overflowing. There's shopping malls coming out of the walls, as we walk out among the manure. That's why I pay no mind.
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Walls Of Silent
WALLS OF SILENT
What if walls could talk what would they say?
Along the walls they walk
Sputtering words every day
In boardrooms
In school hallways
Hotels walls
And shopping malls
In Elevators
Hospital corridors
Office walls
Tenement halls
And bedroom walls
Some words never to been mention again
Other words that take to the air ways
Walls of silent’s
What would they say…
poem by Paul Klobusicky
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Shopping
Were buying and selling your history
How we go about it is no mystery
We check it with the city, then change the law
Are you looking forward?
Now you want some more
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Its easy when you got all the information
Inside help, no investigation
(no investigation, investigation)
No questions in the house, no give and take
Theres a big bang in the city
Were all on the make
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Our gain is your loss, thats the price you pay
I heard it in the house of commons: everythings for sale
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
Were s-h-o-pp-i-n-g, were shopping
(were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping
Were shopping)
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Nothing In Particular
i walk inside the mall
with nothing in mind in particular
i am just walking
that is the essence of my being here
i am this vagabond in the city
where noise is loud and so many
where people are always leaving taking rides here and there
where darkness cannot overcome the lights
of the city streets
i have nothing in my mind
nothing in particular
whatever is it
as the night deepens like a flood
of water where the dam keeps its hold
nothing overflowing
nothing in particular and you keep on following me perhaps
trying to figure out if there is wisdom in this
ah, still there is nothing in particular
just like our existence now
nothing in particular
that is the essence of all this
we keep on moving
with nothing in mind in particular
until we arrive at
nothing in particular
that is the meaning of this
nothing in particular nothing poetic
nothing.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Developing But Not Developed
Shopping malls abound in the city
hawkers and road side stalls vanish
FUKUYAMA says there is the end of history
Ispeak from acountry which is not developed
but developing
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Diamente - Shopping
Shopping
Fun, Exiting
Running, Squealing, Spending
Malls, Girls, Jewelry, Make-up
Looking, Eating, Talking
Happy, Rewarding
Shopping
poem by Brooke Freeman
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City Lights
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Home from work got your money in your pocket
Pull on your boots brand new suit
If you had the chance youd hock it
For a night on the tiles
And a shot of midnight fever
Get off your back get on the track
Tune in your receiver oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
Truck down the street feeling kinda funky
Get on the beat shuffle your feet
Never know you might get lucky
You got love on the brain
Flashing like a neon
Feed 'em a line
Give 'em a sign
Theyre looking for a come on oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
No way to stop when the musics in your body
Into the night feel all right
No time for feeling sorry
You go down to the club
With the old familiar faces
Buy 'em a drink kick up a stink
Everybodys going crazy oh oh
Oh oh I feel the city rhythm
Oh oh I love those city lights
But when the sun comes up
And the partys over
I dont care Im coming back tonight
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
To the bright city lights
Oh I love those city lights
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Tonight Is Christmas
Written by keith worsham, stan munsey, jr., don matthews, and steve baccus
The factories are all shut down and the shopping malls are all closed
And the busy streets are all empty except for the falling snow
And in the small towns, in the cities families gather as one
cause the night of love and sharing they look forward to has come
Chorus:
cause tonight is christmas, tonight is love
Tonight we celebrate gods one and only son
Tonight theres hope for peace on earth eternally
Tonight is christmas and the worlds in harmony
But across the seas two armies stare down at each others guns
Each believing in their cause enough to die or kil the other one
But tonight therell be no shooting, not a drop of blood will spill
They will cease their fire this silent night in the name of peace and goodwill
Chorus
song performed by by Alabama
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Laissez les bons temps rouler!
When death and suffering's around
And there is no one to call,
There's still a sign of life that's found
Within these silent streets and walls.
The government can screw the poor
But it can never kill their soul,
There is a spirit bright and pure -
Zydeco, Cajun and Creole.
You cannot kill the Crescent City
With contracts that would turn it all
Into a suburb looking pretty
With condos and big shopping malls.
Let them pour billions on construction
To ease the guilt of those who sold
The city's poor to face destruction
Exacted by Katrina's toll.
And when the streets are filled with laughter,
With jazz and blues to lift the soul,
Forget their phony hereafter -
Just live and let the good times roll!
September 16,2005
poem by Alexander Shaumyan
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Lost People
Everyday I encounter a lost people
People who beat at their bodies in daylight
then feed it on fast foods in the dark of their
closets!
People who carry a cross on their backs in the
city streets and shopping malls but are still
nailed to the cross,
Wanting smone to bring them down from their
watchtower of pain!
I see people in a city on hill...a city whose walls
are well lit for the people dead in the valley
below to see!
Yet these people in the city have no lights on
the city streets they walk!
I see people who believe in a superhuman
being...
One who was thrown in a tomb and though he
was held in by a great boulder...
This hero found his way out and not just out of
the crypt but out of the abyss!
But everyday I’m forced to believe that these
people were the thorns in the crown of their
hero,
The nails that held him to the tree,
The whip that tore his back into shreds
And still I believe....
They were that boulder that tried to hold him
inside that cave damp with the stench of death
Yet they could see he was so full of life!
And still every day I watch kids play with action
figures of this great hero...
He has been turned to a crucifix round their
necks...
Unaware of the yoke their action-figure-hero
had to bear
I can’t call him superman coz he aint just a
man...
But the kids know he is cool coz he walks on
water n makes the wise guys look daft!
Everyday I see these people and when I raise
my fist to hurl insult at this lost lot of wolves in
sheep skins...
I can’t help but notice the 6 by 6 inch nails that
rust hanging from my wrists!
I to, am among this herd of ungrateful sheep in
black fleece...
The herd that sold its shepherd
poem by Kelvin Kaesa
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Warrnambool In January
Tis warm in the full sun but in the shade tis cool
And the magpies and the mudlarks are singing in the City of Warrnambool
Their music in the Summer air where the cars buzz up and down
On Lava Street in the heart of the busy seaside Town.
A pleasant day in January a high of twenty nine degrees
And there is a nice sort of coolness in the freshening coastal breeze
And the magpies and the mudlarks pipe their distinctive melodies
Near where the traffic it is buzzing on the sunlit street trees.
In Warrnambool in January in the holiday time of year
The accents of different races in the shopping malls one does hear
Quite a nice City to visit if you are driving that way
So many people there do smile at you and bid you a good day.
An old rural City in Victoria in the coastal countryside
The famed City of Warrnambool it is known far and wide
The magpies they are fluting and the mudlarks sing pee wee
And the Summer sun is shining on the City by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Horse Manure, A Pile Of It
horse manure
a pile of it
avoid it
and walk around it
spray perfume
to cover it
remove it
or complain about it
step in it
then curse it
shovel it
bury it.
Horse manure
a pile of it
collect it
grow flowers
horse manure
make use of it.
poem by Frances May
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When You Leave The House
i have known a lot of reasons why
you leave this house, you want to go shopping early morning
when the malls are still closed, but i do not really mind,
i think i understand (how is it when love starts to wane
like a diminishing moon last night, giving its final light
for the month) ,
you say you want to visit your mother you claim she is sick and
dying, i do not really mind at all (you are afraid to face
what faces us, this evident eyes of boredom staring at us
like we are convicts of finally wanting to cease to love)
still i will not mind, you leave again today
the kitchen falls short of shrimps and fish
there is no more lettuce and some black peppers
and red juicy tomatoes, (you are now fond of enumerating
things to me, you count your fingers and your toes and you
do not see straight in my eyes)
the olive oil is gone
yesterday, i spend time alone watching the sunset
on the boulevard (you are not with me)
(i know you want to be preoccupied with something else
some things that do not interest me)
you are not coming home
for a week or two, just a family emergency
in the city where you live
(did you tell me it is very noisy there?)
i watch the sun die finally
it is very peaceful outside
i wait and take my seat calmly on the cold bench
by the sea
there is no moon tonight
there is only this cold wind from the sea from that distant island
on the other side of this routinary existence
touching my heart
it is the longing of distance, the past coming back to me
the sea breeze still salty to my taste
so cold, that i finally shiver and leave at once
i cannot withstand this longing
this night unlike the other nights is darker
but i am still seeing the shadow of your beautiful face
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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In Shepherd’s Bush - Hymn to Westfield
In Shepherd’s Bush, I shall not want
For anything to buy,
For Westfield shopping centre, there,
Will all my wants supply.
My spirits are restored again
When I can view the ranks
Of well-stocked, chic designer shops
E’en though I owe the banks.
Yea, though I walk through debt’s dark vale,
As I approach the till,
My credit card will comfort me,
Though I still fear the bill.
For there are tables, furniture
And presents, cushions, throws
To decorate my living room
Until it overflows.
And though the bailiffs some fine day
May try to follow me,
Still, shopping malls, my spending place
Forevermore shalt be.
poem by C. Richard Miles
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Outbreak Of Love
The world is crashing down on me tonight
The walls are closing in on me tonight
Cos I know this is the end of the beginning of the outbreak of love
The stars come falling down on me tonight
Sharks are coming up to feed
I believe its time to move
Divers coming up to breathe
But Im not in the mood
No Im not in the mood
(hirst)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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From The Ballrooms
Awakened into the orbit where they are
Without voices—somewhere shouting mutedly
To the remaining coyotes who have no dinner dates:
The circus and the fireworks tents
Are taken down and someone else writes a better
Novel and dreams of running away—
Ogled by truckers in the shopping malls of their
Heirlooms—as the Indians sleep downhill from
The flea markets of their gas stations—
And their dreams have no stanzas—maybe it is
Because they fought too long, and that they couldn't
Understand any of their numbers:
When they saw the goldfish in the wishing wells of
Their shopping malls, they just pissed on them—
And did not wait for the rain to leave to step outside:
They became too drunkardly for their girlfriends
Who left them for boys who could almost always be
Defined by their occupations—firefighters and werewolves,
As the lights fell away from the cities at the edge of
The world that no one cared about—far away from
The ballrooms in which almost anyone could become famous.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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It’s called the inner city
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Thin walls no privacy
Big yard, living in close proximity
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes it has shaped my destiny
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
Adults sit around
Getting shot and maim
Children run around
Oblivious
Playing their games
In the filth that flows untamed
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
On death row I ask what happen to me
This is not the way it was suppose be
So I drag my mind trying to recall
The life I had beyond these prison walls
I see
How hard I try not to run with the pack
But against me the cards were stack
They need protection they need someone
But you can’t protect them with empty hand
In the inner city
It’s called the inner city
Poverty, amidst luxury
A city no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
Political connections, fearless and strong
Dispensing justice with an even hand
Truth be told, I am a ladies’ man
So naturally they call me the “Don”
In the inner city
It’s called the inner city
It’s called the inner city
A city, no one build for me
It’s called the inner city
Yes, it has shaped my destiny
Now on death row
Soon, I’ll go
I am guilty?
No one will know
The script is written and sing like a song
They used, refused and then they kill the “Don”
In the inner city
Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a
Hah, ha, ha, a, a, a
poem by Ikhalfani Solan
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Friday On My Mind
Monday morning feels so bad (fridays gone)
Everybody seems to nag me
Coming tuesday I feel better (ter ter ter ter ter ter now)
Even my old man looks good (bah-oo)
Wednesday just dont go (bah-oo)
Thursday goes too slow (bah-oo)
Ive got friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (see my love in june)
(gee, my babys good) and be with my girl shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(Im not crazy) she looks fine tonight (zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom) she is out of sight to me (so divine)
(tonight) I spend my bread
(tonight) I lose my head
(tonight) Ive got to get tonight
Monday I have friday on my mind
Do the five day drag once more (monday blues)
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich men (poor man, beggar man, thief)
Hey Ill change that scene one day (bah-oo)
Today I might be mad (bah-oo)
Tomorrow Ill be glad (bah-oo)
cos Ill have friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(tonight) I spend my bread
(tonight) I lose my head
(tonight) Ive got to get tonight
Monday I have friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
song performed by by David Bowie
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Salt Lake City
Down in utah
The guys and I dig a city called salt lake
Its got the grooviest kids
Thats why we never get tired of salt lake
And the way the kids talk so cool
Is an out of sight thing
And the number one radio station
Makes the town really swing yeah
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Theres a park near the city, yeah
All the kids dig the lagoon now
Its full of all kinds of girls
And rides and well be flyin there soon now
And girl for girl
Theyve got the cutest of the western states
They got the sun in the summer
And winter time the skiing is great yeah
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Salt lake city well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
Well be coming soon
song performed by by Beach Boys
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I've been going to shopping malls since I was on General Hospital.
quote by Richard Simmons
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Alone tonight
''Alone Tonight''
I see your here alone tonight
would you mine coming home with me
you shouldn't be by yourself
take my hand and come with me
pretty lady let me walk you to the dance floor
and hold you close to me
I'll let you whisper in my ears
And I'll tell you what you want to here
You don't have to be alone tonight
you don't have to be alone tonight
I'll hold you in my arms and baby I promise everthing will be alright
I see you are having a good time your man is not on your mind
He trys to call you on the phone tell him, ''you don't need to be alone''
you don't need to be alone tonight
you don't need to be alone tonight
I'll hold in my arms and baby I promise everything will be alright
Your looking fine to me
can I get your number before you leave
because at the end of the night you are going to be free
you have to be alone tonight
you don't have to be alone tonight
I'll hold in my arms and baby I promise everything will be alright
poem by James Branson
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