Every man is surrounded by a neighborhood of voluntary spies.
quote by Jane Austen
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Spies
Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...
Generation x is the title they use
When I skate down mackenzie avenue.
Everybody that I see is lookin at me like a vandal
Maybe cause Im (wheelin? ) in some dickies and some sandals
Man, I know what you mean when you talk about the neighborhood
The old folks always sayin that we aint no good
Talkin to my pops about my music
Sayin we should keep it down and not abuse it
Man, I dont sweat those old ass bastards.
I just sit on the curb and with my herb and get plastered
They work all day long, they seem so bored
I think their ass should reside in the county morgue
Theyre postin up signs, man I think they should chill
Talkin if I dont call the cops then my neighbor will
Cause from city to city its all the same.
The neighborhood watch is a big ass gang
Sick and tired the way they walk,
Sick and tired the way they talk
Sick and tired the things they say, sick and tired. wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song, sick and tired wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont like richters bus
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I think theyre walkin towards me, I light another...
Every night when the street lights came on
We used to gather round, take rips from that bong.
Cause john wayne country, republican block
A bunch of overweight housewives that wanna be cops.
Cook and clean, the life of slave
Take kottonmouths advice and call jenny craig
Its not in my control, when we were in school
Wanna see us livin life like the golden rule
Peepin out the window, folks always looking
Minding my business when they should be cooking
Bored is how their life must be,
Wait till theres a real crime on our street
Thats when, yeah theyll all run and hide
Leaving kottonmouth behind to take the neighborhood pride
When the criminals are lying dead in the streets
Kottonmouths returning all the stolen tvs
Yeah but thats all right, its all good
Now you know whos watchin this neighborhood
Cause from city to city its all the same
The neighborhood watch is a bitch ass gang
Sick and tired, the way they walk
Sick and tired, the way they talk
Sick and tired, the things they say
Sick and tired, wheres my j?
Sick and tired, same old song
Sick and tired, wheres my bong?
Sick and tired, anarchy!
Spies are all around me, spies in every county
Spies, my heads are bounty
Snipers in the air
The neighborhood watch is after us.
The neighborhood watch dont likerichters bus.
The neighborhood watch is what they say,
But when I see them walkin towards me, I light another...
song performed by by Kottonmouth Kings
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Spies
Who
What
When
Where
Why
How
No one can answer these questions
But the spies
They lurk around every corner
Never doubting a suspicion
Don't assume they'll keep a secret
They won't
Even the worst spies don't
Spies
Essential
Sometimes
To tell the world
That people need peace
Spies Like Us
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey dont feel afraid
Of an undercover aid
Theres no need to fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
We dont know the meaning of fear
We play every minute by ear
One for all and all for one
Everybodys on the run
Especially at this time of year
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
No one else can look that way
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
We get there by hook or by crook
We dont do a thing by the book
Never needed special clothes
How we did it no one knows
I guess we must have had what it took
Ooh ooh, ooh
Oh when things get tough
(oh when things get tough)
Guys like us act rough
(guys like us act rough)
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Neighborhood Bully
Well, the neighborhood bully, hes just one man,
His enemies say hes on their land.
They got him outnumbered about a million to one,
He got no place to escape to, no place to run.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully just lives to survive,
Hes criticized and condemned for being alive.
Hes not supposed to fight back, hes supposed to have thick skin,
Hes supposed to lay down and die when his door is kicked in.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
The neighborhood bully been driven out of every land,
Hes wandered the earth an exiled man.
Seen his family scattered, his people hounded and torn,
Hes always on trial for just being born.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, he knocked out a lynch mob, he was criticized,
Old women condemned him, said he should apologize.
Then he destroyed a bomb factory, nobody was glad.
The bombs were meant for him.
He was supposed to feel bad.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, the chances are against it and the odds are slim
That hell live by the rules that the world makes for him,
cause theres a noose at his neck and a gun at his back
And a license to kill him is given out to every maniac.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
He got no allies to really speak of.
What he gets he must pay for, he dont get it out of love.
He buys obsolete weapons and he wont be denied
But no one sends flesh and blood to fight by his side.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Well, hes surrounded by pacifists who all want peace,
They pray for it nightly that the bloodshed must cease.
Now, they wouldnt hurt a fly.
To hurt one they would weep.
They lay and they wait for this bully to fall asleep.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Every empire thats enslaved him is gone,
Egypt and rome, even the great babylon.
Hes made a garden of paradise in the desert sand,
In bed with nobody, under no ones command.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Now his holiest books have been trampled upon,
No contract he signed was worth what it was written on.
He took the crumbs of the world and he turned it into wealth,
Took sickness and disease and he turned it into health.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
Whats anybody indebted to him for?
Nothin, they say.
He just likes to cause war.
Pride and prejudice and superstition indeed,
They wait for this bully like a dog waits to feed.
Hes the neighborhood bully.
What has he done to wear so many scars?
Does he change the course of rivers?
Does he pollute the moon and stars?
Neighborhood bully, standing on the hill,
Running out the clock, time standing still,
Neighborhood bully.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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I wanted to become a champ - I was surrounded by champs in my family and in my neighborhood - and because of this stupid accident, I lost my opportunity.
quote by Olivier Martinez
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I grew up playing war. We threw dirt and rocks at each other. We'd lead attacks. We'd break up into squads. It became a neighborhood thing for a while, our neighborhood against the other neighborhood. There was always a war breaking out somewhere.
quote by David James Elliott
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Slow Hands
Track 5 - Slow Hands
Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that youve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a floral blaze
Cant you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around the self
song performed by by Interpol
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The Dog That Is On Heat
you cannot leash a dog that is on heat
that would be a lot of trouble
that bitch will bark the whole night long
as though telling the world that you are killing it
you cannot keep it inside your room
it is spreading its scent across the road
and all the males of the neighborhood are sensing
waiting outside the fence
of iron grills
the dog bites the door and so you open it
it slips its body on the iron grills of the fence
and there she gets her own taste of life
surrounded by all the barking males
causing war among themselves
causing so much stir in the neighborhood
as though she is the Helen of Troy
that bitch dog of yours.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Totally spies
play a certain key in time
a hot word to burn the fingertips
upon the dark age of knowledge
when a son spies against the father
a father spies against the sun
sin spy against
the totally
magnified terrified
looking of an eye
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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CHARTER RIGHTS TO EUTHANASIA JUNE 13th,2011
Voluntary suicide should be one of our Charter rights,
Especially for terminally ill patients - soon to turn out their lights,
Euthanasia should be a legitimate medical option here,
For folks in terrible pain and sickness and soon to disappear.
Those opposed to euthanasia say euthanasia is weird,
They say that death is a natural process that should not be feared,
Most religions are a righteous preparation for a pious death,
And voluntary suicide might be a sin on your last breath.
They scream about Charter Rights and human rights in a big loud sigh,
Never mention that voluntary death might be a good “Good Bye.”
Therefore the Charter should be changed in order to put things right,
And Canadians could then rearrange their upcoming plight.
June 13th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Neighborhood Threat
Down where your paint is cracking
Look down you backstair buddy
Somebodys living there and
He dont really feel the weather
And he dont share your pleasures
No he dont share your pleasures
Look at his eyes
Did you see his crazy eyes
Youre so surprised he dont run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
Somewhere a babys bleeding
Somewhere a mothers needing
Outside a boy is lying
But mostly he is crying
And he just shouts in anger
Youll find him interesting
Look at his eyes
Did you see his crazy eyes
Youre so surprised he doesnt build for you
Everybody always wants to run with you
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
Youre so surprised he dont run to catch your ash
Everybody always wants to kiss your trash
Ah you cant help him
Nobody can
Now that he knows
Theres nothing to get
Will you still place your bet
On the neighborhood threat
On the neighborhood threat (a night in your face)
Dont place your bets (a night in your place)
On the neighborhood threat (will you still place your bets)
Dont place your bets (when the neighbor comes)
On the neighborhood threat (neighborhood threat)
Dont place yor bets
On the neigborhood threat
song performed by by David Bowie
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Where Is This Neighborhood?
Isn't it always the case,
When something done by someone...
Is made to look easy,
Everyone sitting on their terraces...
Or front porches or seen wasting their time,
Standing around on neighborhood corners...
Will quickly retort as if reporting,
How they could do the same thing.
If given the opportunity.
As if no opportunities are there.
Except the time they take to roll a joint...
Pass the weed to tote and smoke it!
'Really? '
Yeah, really.
'Where is this neighborhood? '
Never mind that.
You're missing my point completely.
'No.
I don't think so.
You're the one missing the point.
AND apparently missing the joint as well.
Where is this neighborhood? '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Neighborhood
Heres a photo Ive been looking for
Its a picture of thee boy next door
And I loved him more than words could say
Never knew it til he moved away
Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought Id take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Heres a photo of the neighborhood
Heres the corner where we stood
Heres a snapshot of dads old car
Never got us very far
Faded pictures in my scrapbook
Just thought Id take one more look
And recall when we were all
In the neighborhood
And all those friends
Where did they go, I dont know
All those friends we used to know
In the neighborhood
song performed by by Vonda Shepard
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Sea Of Ruins
trapped in a sea of confusion, surrounded by question marks
hitting the brakes on somethings, and on others tryna get fireworks to spark
trapped in a sea of remorse surrounded by memories
backtracking through past events, tryna progress to future stories
trapped in a sea of worthless thoughts, surrounded by clouds and debree
diving throuqh imaginable possibilities; tryna freestyle through not 1 or 2 roadblocks but 3
trapped in a sea of poetic rythm, surrounded by floating words
pen flowing, ink spilling out, tryna find my way through this sea of ruins my feelings always being misheard
poem by Jadie Torres
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People say I'm extravagant because I want to be surrounded by beauty. But tell me, who wants to be surrounded by garbage?
quote by Imelda Marcos
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Its My Neighborhood
Dont get too close to me,
Dont overreact,
Youre not the enemy as a matter of fact,
You got your pretty face and you got any name you wore
Gonna stick by you, gonna stumble over what to do.
I want it, good lovin wanna be your plaything.
I want it, good lovin bring out the beast in me.
I want it, good lovin wanna make your heart sing,
In the shadows we are free, and I walk you through it.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong.
Youre in trouble if you
Disagree with me.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong,
You find out why.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong.
Youre in trouble if you
Disagree with me.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong,
You find out why.
Verse 2:
So many tell you that you cant win
Its a battle if youre lonely
Or if youre starting over
Two-fisted and fast on your feet
And you know theres something more
And the city kicks it out of you and...
I want it, good lovin wanna be your plaything.
I want it, good lovin bring out the worst in me.
I want it, good lovin wanna make your heart sing,
In the shadows we are free, and I walk you through it.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong.
Youre in trouble if you
Disagree with me.
Its my neighborhood,
Thats where I belong,
You find out why.
song performed by by Bee Gees
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The Kids Aren't Alright
When we were young the future was so bright
the old neighborhood was so alive
and every kid on the whole damn street
was gonna make it bib and not be beat
now the neighborhood is cracked and torn
the kids are grown up but their lifes are worn
how can one little street
swallow so many lifes?
chances thrown
song performed by by Offspring
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From a confined perspective
I am eager to agree
with the great poet Lina Spies
that what we know, we comprehend and say about God
comes from a human perspective
of which the range is confined
and all things on this planet is God’s property
the sparrows, dogs, cats loved by me
also belongs to Him
and in His created paradise everything was perfect,
maybe on the new earth
things will also be like that
and let believe who wants to
that the heaven is only for people,
I choose to disagree.
Ps. I do not say this out of a dogmatic perspective
but God himself turns love into meaning.
[Reference: Kritiek (Cryticism) by Lina Spies.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Spies
Little mama from japan sent by her masters to a foreign land go out with the sailors hang round the dock get out of the way when the bombs start to drop you know shes a... spy be c
L what you say, boys spy she looks just like a schoolgirl big fat russian looks into a buffalo check into a dude ranch in new mexico nearby in the desert great scientific minds struggle with que
S of space and time watch out for him spy you can tell he aint no cowboy spy vhoaaa ! if you love this country and I hope you do then listen closely to what I say to you theyre in the shipyard
re in the factory and they might look just like me but theyre... spies everywhere you go see em spies they even got em in chicago
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Better Do It Well
(gary moffet/myles goodwyn)
Published by goody two tunes, inc. - bmi
She was a lady, sitting alone
Played out of line
She does a number, out on the floor
She is so fine
Get it up, get it up
Drinkin my papaya
Good to see things my way baby
Whatd you say, hey
Tramp of the neighborhood
Not bad looking and feels so good
I knew the lady had something to tell
If youre gonna love me better do it well
Come on babe, show me a sign
I wanna know
One says right, one says left
I dont know which way to go
Ooh, you got love, you got love
Turn on the lights
Wont you send it my way
Yeah, come on, well do it tonight
Tramp of the neighborhood
Not bad looking and feels so good
I knew the lady had something to tell
If youre gonna love me better do it well
Do you love her, I dont know
Well do you need her, I think so
Do you, do you have to act so blind
Girl you got my love and then you leave me behind
Tramp of the neighborhood
Not bad looking and feels so good
I knew the lady had something to tell
If youre gonna love me better do it well
If youre gonna love me better do it well
If youre gonna love me better do it well
Tramp of the neighborhood
Not bad looking and feels so good
I knew the lady had something to tell
If youre gonna love me better do it well
song performed by by April Wine
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