We were sweet, lovely people who wanted to throw out all the staid institutions who placed money and wars above all else. When you're young you think that's how life works.
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She Works Hard For The Money
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Onetta there in the corner stand
and wonders where she is and
it's strange to her
some people seem to have everything
Nine a.m. on the hour hand
and she's waiting for the bell
and she's looking real pretty
just wait for her clientele
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
Twenty five years have
come and gone
and she' seen a lot of tears
of the ones who come in
they really seem to need her there
It's a sacrifice working day to day
for little money just tips for pay
But it's worth it all
just to hear them say that they care
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She already knows
she's seen her bad times
she already knows
these are the good times
She'll never sell out
she never will
not for a dollar bill
she works hard
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
She works hard for the money
so hard for it honey
she works hard for the money
so you better treat her right
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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Messiahs Die Young
All of those things that I wanted to say
Well you can take those things and throw them all away- hey hey
Because he who points the finger well only he gets hung
That's why I don't to be a messiah, messiahs die young
All of those things that I wanted to be
Well you can take those things and throw them back at me- he he
Because he is only just as good as he who is the one
That's why I don't to be a messiah, messiahs die young
Messiahs die young.
Messiahs die young!
They die young,
Messiahs die young!
Messiahs die young.
Messiahs die young!
They die young.
Messiahs!
Why get in line if you don't want to wait
They say that time is money-- sell your watch today, hey hey
And if you've never been to China well the slow boat leaves at one
That's why I don't want to be a messiah, messiahs die
I don't want to be a messiah, messiahs die
I don't want to be a messiah! I just want to have fun
Not die young.
Messiahs die young!
They die young.
Messiahs die young!
Messiahs die young.
Messiahs die young!
Messiahs die young.
Messiahs
song performed by by Men Without Hats
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The Water Lady
Alas, the moon should ever beam
To show what man should never see!—
I saw a maiden on a stream,
And fair was she!
I staid awhile, to see her throw
Her tresses black, that all beset
The fair horizon of her brow
With clouds of jet.
I staid a little while to view
Her cheek, that wore in place of red
The bloom of water, tender blue,
Daintily spread.
I staid to watch, a little space,
Her parted lips if she would sing;
The waters closed above her face
With many a ring.
And still I staid a little more,
Alas! she never comes again!
I throw my flowers from the shore,
And watch in vain.
I know my life will fade away,
I know that I must vainly pine,
For I am made of mortal clay,
But she's divine!
poem by Thomas Hood
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The Tenants Of The Little Box
Throw into the little box
A stone
You'll take out a bird
Throw in your shadow
You'll take out the shirt of happiness
Throw in your father's root
You'll take out the axle of the universe
The little box works for you
Throw into the little box
A mouse
You'll take out a quaking hill
Throw in your head
You'll take out two
The little box works for you
poem by Vasko Popa
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Love the money
Money
Is not money...
It is life....
Money is not
Money
It is happy...
Money is
Not money
It is faith...
Money is not
Money
It is friend...
Money is not
Money
It is life maker...
Money is not
Money...
It is your hard work...
Money is not
Money...
poors god...
money is not
Money
Rich people Cap...
Money is not
Money
World wide all...
Any or many thing money
With money...
So...
Love the money...
Each every day...
Earn too enjoy
with your's life...
witrh good...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Because Of Money
Because of money people wish on others harm or ill
And because of money people others do injure or kill
And because of money great friendships have come to an end
And money can make you an enemy or make you a friend
To those with the power of money respect we do pay
And money speaks every language some are known to say
And those with the most money great power do command
That is something that is not hard to understand
Those with heaps of money enjoy the good life
The millionaire in his seventies has a twenty two year old wife
With brown hair to her shoulders and lovely to behold
She would not be with him if he were poor and old
But because of his money with him she will stay
Money speaks every language that's life as some say.
poem by Francis Duggan
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What for is money?
I thought on how could be the life
Without having to work for money.
After all this is the money which we work for.
Had we only have enough money to spend
We won’t have to toil our body or brain.
Solution also seemed very easy to me.
Just have a lot of mints to mint money.
Make as much money as may people need
Give them as much as may people want.
All problems are seemingly soon gone.
The root of all evils I thought could be
the root of happiness of all kind instead.
“How could this easy way out be overlooked? ”
Thinking furthermore I thought.
We need mints and we need paper and ink.
We need banks and a lot of ATMs.
People will get money and go for shopping
So we need ample shops. In shops we need products.
We need make shops and we need make products.
but we also need people to run them.
So some people will make paper and some ink.
Some other will work in mints and banks.
Some will work in shops and making products.
Rest all the people will only happily buy things.
Thinking up to here my thought jumbled.
People needed money so they worked.
If money was available for doing no work
Then why should there be anyone to work?
If no one works then where from comes paper and ink?
Where from comes money, banksand ATMs?
Where from then comes products?
Without products how could then we live and enjoy?
So we need products and for products we need to work,
to get people into the works we need money.
So it was that money could not be made free.
I thought 'People have already thought it before me.'
poem by Palas kumar Ray
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Why is there War?
A young person asked me
why is there war?
people getting killed
and for what for?
All she saw was hate
no love only fear
never ending wars
year after year.
Is it about money
oil or land
is it religion?
I don't understand.
Young soldiers dying
going to an early grave
all this for their country
they must be very brave.
She waited for an answer
looked me straight in the eye
she really wanted to know
why the innocent had to die.
Sadly I couldn't give her an answer
I had to leave her standing there
maybe she should ask someone
like George Bush or Tony Blair?
poem by Kevin Halls
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Bear a Sweet Smile
Have a wonderful style
Whenever you go for awhile
Have a sweet smile
On your lovely face
Take it as an advice
From your friend ‘Sahil'
Living a happy life
A task uphill
We have to climb
Your sweet smile
Can turn a foe into friend
Enmity will end
Friendship will start
Be wise and smart
Keep rolling the ball of love
Like a lovely dove
With a sweet smile
You can greet all
And greet with smile without fall
Young and old
People of the world
With this very smile
In a short while
You can change a man's life
Nullify strife
Cover journey of mile
With your sweet smile
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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Money, Money
My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
She say, money, honey, Id rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
Knockin off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Mama dont send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin me to sin.
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back,
Dont you bug your honey bout no cadillac.
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack.
So wont you please relax and lay way back.
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Lord made a lady out of adams rib, next thing you know, you got womens lib.
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch;
Its a real shame that they got to cost so much.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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There Is No One Else
Sarah died in Hebron and was buried there,
But my love is from Tiphsah to Gaza.
Of your name so sweet on my lips and the works of life,
I have come from a distant land because of your love;
So come and warm me up my sweet love.
Of the blood of warfare in times of peace,
Of the thick darkness that covered the land that no one could see;
For Yahweh is the Father and, there is no one else.
Of a lovely young woman that you are,
Come and sit upon my throne of love my lover.
Of a wedding gift of love to you and,
I am from gaza with peace to you all;
Of the gate of heaven to gain and the life around us,
But my love to you is from Tiphsah to Gaza.
Sarah died in Hevron and was buried there,
For the same law is for the native and the stranger.
Of your love so sweet to be with at all times,
Of the works of man to satisfy a woman of his heart!
Today i am with you alone my sweet lover.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Way The World Works
the world works with trageties and happieness to bad the children don't know it or care for it but that one incodent can change a childs life the world works in a mist of war ad peace death and life the world works with everyone this is how it works our world moves from one shooting to a bombing what is going on with our people why must we act like dip shyts over nothing without war we have peace and without peace we have war but our world runs off both if you understand what is going on in the world can someone please tell our president he has no idea about how the world works to him it all war death and money
poem by Ian Singer
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Srivastav
Electric,
Fornsic,
Genetic;
I know that you are very brilliant and,
I need your muse!
And like the sweet muse of your love.
The serpent,
Carried away!
But, the earth opened her mouth and swallowed the flood;
And the inhabitants didi watch.
Your love is so delicious to me!
Your act is so sweet to me,
Your muse is so lovely to me,
But, i am Srivastav with the muse of love;
And, i have some jobs for you to take care of.
So nice and so delicious! !
My works,
My words,
Your works,
Your words,
His works,
His words,
Her works,
Her words;
And like the sweet muse of love!
But the new ones are like a welcome message to you.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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This Is All I Wanted To Say
Down the road of life people change a lot
Money makes them crazy thus causing a clot
Whenever i get this notion into my mind
I go red with anger and loose my shine
I don't understand why people do so
They run after money causing into woe
Acts for a good cause builds an image
Money is hell, not a pilgrimage
Money may bring us, a virtual delight
It brings pain when gets out of sight
One should earn only the required
If earned more, you are a liar
Money is something that makes us greedy
Honey remains nowhere and life becomes heavy
If i understand this, then why not you?
Make life stable don't let it sway
With money in hand, there can be a taste
Without our dear-one's life is a waste
Living for money is not completely bad
Going just for it, is the biggest trap
Don't be money minded and get vexed
Follow the route where everything is zest
Don't let money drag you by its way
This is all that i wanted to say!
poem by Kishor Pathak
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Along The War Avenue Of honour
Along the war Avenue of Honour a plaque to a dead soldier nailed to every tree
Brave young men who died in battle their reward for their bravery
They died in the war said to end all wars in the killing fields of World war one
But many wars since and far too many bloody battles and peace in the World not yet won.
Wars started by silly ageing men who send the young for them to die
Ageing men who themselves will die of old age and their twilight years they will enjoy,
ageing males heroes of their people we honour cowards as heroes one might say
The young men will go to war for them and the young men with their young lives pay.
The war supposed to end all wars long over almost nine decades since have gone by
But many wars have been fought since then and war pilots dropp their big bombs from the night sky
But suppose that's what will always happen when we give all of our power away
To silly and ageing male war men who with hair dyes cover their gray.
Along the war avenue of honour long dead soldiers names on every tree
Young noble men who died in battle far from homeland and family
In what was to be the war to end all wars yet we don't have much wisdom to show
For the loss of so many fine young men well over eight decades ago.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Cadillac Dreams
When I was seventeen, found out just what it means
If you can get it free, it just aint worth a damn
When I heard the preacher say, dont throw your life away
I got that message, and I wrote it on the wall
I dont want anybody tellin me lies, no, I dont want your diamond ring
cause you aint got my size
I want money, money, thats what I need,
I got cadillac dreams, please mister dontcha take it from me
Give me money, money, more than I need, I got cadillac dreams waitin on me
Cadillac dreams, cadillac dreams
When I had the young boy blues, I paid some young boy dues
I learned the hard way, theres a heartbreak every day
Stone cold reality came crashing down on me
Well life was hard on me, but I still dont give a damn
When I was seventeen I was an angry young man
But I wont let just anybody tell me who I am
I just want money, money, thats all I need
I got cadillac dreams, hey mister dontcha take it from me
Give me money, money, more than I need, these cadillac dreams are waitin on me
Didnt have the time of day, till this dream was born
You cant take that away, you cant take that away from me
(solo)
When I was seventeen, there was this beauty queen
Checked in a one room suite, the back seat of my car
When you want all the best things money can buy
You gotta reach down inside of you, to reach up to the sky
Yeah, I want money, money, thats all I need
I got cadillac dreams, hey mister you cant take that from me
I want money, money, more than I need, I got cadillac dreams waitin on me
Money, money, thats what I need
Were drivin in my chevy with my cadillac dreams
Someday, one day, just you and me
Well ride inside these cadillac dreams
song performed by by Kiss
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The Spirit Of Hero
The spirit of hero
That works in with ado
Works around like zero
Speaks without Stereo
And do things without demo
Who keeps embrayo
Have throw words like an arrow
To the people in the shadow
And the people flies like a sparrow
That way is narrow
For the people to follow
For few that is allow
Should pass the narrow.
poem by Ejalonibu Abraham
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Throw It All Away
How could you
Just hurt me
And leave me
(leave me all alone)
How could you destroy my life
How could you throw it all away
What made you
Desert me and deceive me
Why did you just let me down
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw...
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
When I gave my all, baby
How could you throw it all away
And I gave my all
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
You destroyed my life, baby
How could you throw it all way
How could you
Just lead me
Into thinking
(thinking you would be there)
How could you destroy my heart
How could you throw it all away
I love you
Believe you
And I trusted you
(put all my trust in you)
How could you just let me down
How could you throw it all way
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Girl how could you
Throw it all away
How could you just take it all
How could you throw it all away
Oh how could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all
Throw it all away
When I gave my love
How could you throw it all away
I love you girl
You love me so
Where did we go wrong
I know that i
Gave my all to you
But somehow that wasnt good enough
How could you throw it away
How could you throw it all away
How
Throw it all away
How could you destroy my life baby
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw
How could you throw it all away
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all away
When I gave my all baby
How could you throw it all away
Oh, how could you throw
How could you throw it all away
Throw it all
Throw it all away
How could you destroy my life
How could you throw it all away
Oh, girl I will
How could you throw it all away
Always love you
How could you throw it all away
Forever and ever
How could you throw it all away
song performed by by 112
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On Money
The praises of moneyed people many like to sing
And though money is quite important it cannot buy everything
Those with very poor health money cannot enjoy
That is something I learned as a very young boy
The great lure of money so many pursue
And that money speaks every language happens to be true
But the Reaper with his scythe any life does not spare
The Reaper of lives does claim the life of the billionaire
And though money can buy one friends as well as esteem
Money cannot buy one happiness or so it does seem
Though lack of money too can make one unhappy and as everyone know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
And though money of course can buy one a good time
Lack of it can lead one to jail the price of serious crime.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Money talks.
You have no sense of right and wrong.
'No, but I have money.'
You tell such lies, string folks along
'Yes, but i have money.'
When asked a question you will duck
'Yes but I have money.'
You ride the people and your luck
'Yes but I have money.'
What makes you so just damn cocksure?
'It's that I have money.'
Your day will come and that's for sure
'Not, while I have money.'
'For money says where roads will go
A train can travel yes or no
It says when wars can now be fought
And who amongst us can be bought
It kills the weak protects the strong
Or builds a runway 10 miles long
It governs countries like or not
Says who can live and who is shot
It sparks debates that shouldn't be
In houses parliamentary.
The press will play to money's tune
Why... money got us to the moon!
So of it's power there's no doubt
You have no say if you're without.
Our club has members so elite
Without us life is incomplete
Go rant and rave to highest chair
...You'll find that money put him there
poem by Dave James
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