My mother sent me to psychiatrists since the age of four because she didn't think little boys should be sad. When my brother was born, I stared out the window for days. Can you imagine that?
quote by Andy Kaufman
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Girls Against Boys
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
Imagine a world where the boys, boys could give birth
Would it be better that way?
Would it be more fun?
Would it be ecstasy?
Would it be a revolution?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
1:
Girls against boys, boys against the girls
Girls against boys, who would rule the world?
Girls against boys, boys against the girls
Girls against boys, who would rule the world?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls run the show
Imagine a world where the boys, boys were told no
Would there be peace on earth? , no more guns
Would it be sexier or mass confusion?
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
Repeat 1
Count bass-d:
Well I cook for you and I clean for you
2 kids for you, in your checkbook
Im on slim fast trying to get slimmer
But here you always wanna eat big macs for dinner
My sneakers got soaked while walking through a puddle
And when we get through, you dont even wanna cuddle
You need to check in when youre hanging with your friends
Trying to be like daddy is (? )
Being a man is hard like (? )
Ima take you to the 60s and burn my boxes
Yeah, and burn my boxers
You know what Im saying? (? )
Imagine a world where the girls, girls rule the earth
Imagine a world where the boys, boys could give birth
Would there be rocketships, way more fights?
Dress up everyday, more sattelites?
Would xena be queen? would there be more magazines?
Topless bars, super-fast cars, 90,000 trips to mars
Repeat 1 x2
song performed by by Vitamin C
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Lover, Brother
Are you my brother or lover, brother?
don´t be my mother lover!
kiss you my brother lover
can´t be your mother, brother
never found you in the arms of another
Are you my lover, brother?
don´t touch my mother lover!
kiss you and not another
find out the love to your mother, brother
don´t even mistreat my brother, mother
Are you like my brother, lover?
don´t hate my mother lover!
kiss me instead of my mother, brother
not even be afraid of my brother, mother
we are the same but another
Are you my friend sweet brother?
please get in touch with my lover!
but do not kiss each other, brother
´cause he´s my lover, brother
treat him as your brother, my lover
Why aren´t lovers like brothers?
why mothers not like lovers!
kissing my man and not another, brother
but love you too my mother, never another
together we can treat us like brothers, brother.
@floydfloydson
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poem by Floyd Floydson
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You Are Like My Own Brother
you are like are brother to me
i know you are my mother's baby brother
but i decide that you are my brother
cause you have been there for me
since i was born
you were there when i lost my father
you were there when i had no mother
you were there when no one bothered
you are still there for me
you make my laugh when i want to cry
you stop me from killing myself
you give me hope when i want to die
you were the one who took away the blade
you were there for me when all my love fade
you were the one who said
you can reach your dreams
you were the one who cared
you were the one who always shared
thank you that i have you as my brother! ! ! 1
poem by Veruschka Nicole Eiman
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Imagine the World
Imagine the world ……………………….
Imagine the world without wars…
Imagine the world without your laws
Imagine your life without fear
Imagine your eyes without a tear
Imagine all men were real men
Imagine…imagine…imagine…
Imagine life without hate
Imagine you knew your own fate
Imagine all children were happy
Imagine all nations were free
What would life be like?
Imagine no-one were blind
Imagine all the woes behind
Imagine…….imagine……..imagine….
Imagi ne earth were flat
Imagine man without a heart
Imagine the day without light
Imagine the dark without the night
Imagine……….imagine……imagine……
Imagine faces without a smile
Imagine birds without a nightingale
Imagine …imagine…imagine
What would life be like?
poem by Bouche Cousue
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I Know What Boys Like
Boys, boys
He you wanna know something?
Boys, boys
Boys like girls
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I seem them looking (looking)
I make them want me
I like to tease them
And they want to touch me
I never let them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like me
I got my cat moves
That so upsets them
Zippers and buttons
Fun to frustrate them
They get so angry
Like pouty children
Denied their candy
I laugh right at them
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I think you're special
I might let you
You're so much different
I might let you
There's no one like you
I might let you
Or would you like that?
I might let you
Sucker!
Boys, b-b-boys
Boys, b-b-b-boys
G-g-g-g-got what boys want
G-g-g-got
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
I know what boys like
I got what boys want
I know what boys like
Boys like, boys like, boys like me
Yeah, I know what boys like
Come on girls, you know what they like
It ain't no secret
I know what boys like
I know what guys want
I know what boys like
I've got what boys want
Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
song performed by by Vitamin C
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The Window
Little Sophie sat by her window
on every single day,
just looking for someone
with whom she could play.
The streets were full of people
but none of them she knew.
She waved at them as they went by
and some of them waved too.
But they were busy people
going everywhere.
None of them had time for play,
no time to spare.
Her sisters and her brother
all went to school.
She could not go. She was only four
and that was against the rule.
So by the window Sophie sat
and one day someone smiled.
It was a mother passing by
with her little child.
And after several days of this
a knock came at her door.
It was the mother with her child
who also was just four.
The mother said 'My little one is lonely.
She needs a friend like you.'
So Sophie clapped her hands and said
'I know what we can do.'
And so they played for hours
and then her friend did say
'Can we sit by your window
and wave to people today? '
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Mother Once Said...
My mother once said
'Don`t open your mouth before
Elders and those with white hairs'.
My mother also said
'Don`t speak unless asked'.
My mouth asked me once,
'What is my role in your life? '
I said, 'My mother has said nothing about it'.
I added, 'You swallow and eat'.
My mouth has been quiet since.
My friends said, 'Your mother is wise'.
My father said, 'She is my strength'.
I wondered how she could be so great!
Then was born my kid brother with a big mouth.
My mother said to my kid brother too
Not to do those old things
But his mouth spoke everything
Everything that I never dared.
And his mouth swallowed, ate and spoke.
Today my mother is no more
And my father is is weak and worn out.
I still remember my mother`s words.
While my kid brother speaks out his mind
My mouth refuses to speak out its regrets....
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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Growing Up
I didn't know why I was really born
I had a sad childhood and was always torn
Didn't know my daddy, didn't really know my mother
It was just us three, with my sister and my brother
We stuck together and formed a bond
We were all we had and were very fond
We would defend each other all our life
There was pain and fear and plenty of strife
We were abused and neglected most of the time
Then, you could starve and beat your kids, not a crime
We were passed around to home after home
We never had much to call our own
We had a different daddy once a week
They made us full of fear and awful meek
Some were very nice and some were very mean
Some would beat us constantly, and some would only scream
We all grew up rough and we all knew it
And if they knew about this poem, they would have a fit
Mother couldn't help it, her mind was very weak
All her life she suffered, her life was so bleak
But we survived it all and grew up too
And mother she forgot, and didn't have a clue
I loved her so much, through thick and thin
The angels came and got her, that's why I can pen!
poem by Donna Nimmo
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Trouble Boys
Trouble Boys
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The Trouble Boys came in
I guess they'd been out fighting and a'raving
It wasn't long before they moved in
And picked up the girls that we'd brought to
It closed at ten o'clock I had to move fast
To get my baby back from the Trouble Boys
Twenty-five guys from the east side of the city
Kings of hell-raising in the neigborhood
One of them walked up and started dancing with my baby
Who was crying because I didn't stop him
All I could say honey was "This guy is bigger than the both of us"
Trouble Boys, and the Trouble Boys all around me
No one like getting sand kicked in their face
But I don't know anyone who'd stand face to face with the Trouble Boys
Yes the Trouble Boys
I thought to myself it was time to make a move
I breathed my last sigh and I started to groove with my babe
Who was still dancing with the other guy
By the look in her eye I was a martyr
'Cause no one cuts in on the Trouble Boys
Twenty-five gorillas standing all around
I was shaking like a leaf on an Autumn tree
The leader came up and took me by the hand
He shook it like a brother
He didn't crush it after all
He said, "You're ok, you're the only one who's stood up to the Trouble Boys
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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My Little Brother
You didn’t come into my life
Not in the ordinary way at least
No biology here
My brother
We didn’t grow up together
Nor do we see each most days
Living miles apart still
Despite it all or
Just that I have figured out
That you are my dear brother
Are just a rare human being
And it has nothing to do
With family biology
It is all you
Either way it doesn’t hold much significance
Lucky I get to be just one of your five sisters
I am very glad you are a part of my family
My brother Ed
I will always love you
And hope you will let me be
Just another one of your five sisters
So can I tell you if you
Should you ever need a shoulder to lean on
You know where to find me
I’ll be available always
Happy 40th Birthday, my little brother
poem by Linda Engwall
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Her Mother's Dark Moments
In one of her mother’s
dark moments
of opening up
Clara’s mother had said
of the baby
which died
after a few days
that she threw it
in the trash
before anyone
could find out
about the darn thing
and you could
back then girl
you could get away
with almost anything
if no one knew a thing
about it
and then her mother’d
clammed up
and go back
to staring into space
as if she’d opened up
too much
and Clara tried to imagine
what it must have been like
to have done that
and she tried to picture
her dead sister
lying amongst trash
and what she looked like
and what colour hair
she had
and her eyes
when she was briefly alive
what colour they were
and how they stared out
at the mother
glaring back at her
not wanting
not caring
and it all came back
to that in the end
the wanting of being
of love
and seeing he mother
there just sitting
and staring
and not wanting
and not caring
just the occasional glimmer
in eyes
that were becoming
darker and dimmer.
poem by Terry Collett
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The Oddball In The Window
The boy sat at the window
Looking out at the other boys
Laughing and playing their games
Enjoying their childhood days
The boy hopes that they will cherish
Those blissful moments of youth
That have been stolen from him
Moments gone forever from his childhood days
He’s not crippled in body or mind
He’s not allowed outside to play
Those boys point and stare at the boy
They call the oddball in the window
His parents have imprisoned him
To wrap him up in cotton love
He is just to much a gift from god
He is their only precious child
The parents say it’s for his own good
He’s such a delicate child
He just sits at the window
Jealous of the children running free
He will never laugh with other children
He will never join in their games
He never smiles in photographs
He’s not enjoying his childhood days
He’s grown up now; still sitting at the window
His parents can’t get him to venture outside
Everyone passing takes time to point and stare
At the man they call
The oddball in the window
poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory
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My Dear Brother
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY FATHER
LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT MY MOTHER
THEY ONLY HAD TWO CHILDRENS A SISTER AND A BROTHER
BUT FATHER HAD PASS AWAY NOW
MOTHER ALSO WHENT ONE DAY TO
THAT JUST LEFT ME AND A BROTHER
AND WE WHENT ARE SEPARATE WAY TOO
10 YEARS HE CHOOSE THE JAIL LIFE
IHE NEVER CAME BACK HOME
NEW JERSEY FOR MY BROTHER
WE WERE BORN TO ROAM
WITH LETTER AND WITH PICTURES
WE ALWAYS KEEP IN TOUCH
MISSING GROW UP TOGETHER
AND THINGS THAT MEANT SO MUCH
MAYBE WRITTING DOWN THIS POEM
IN MY OWN AND SIMPLE WAYS
WILL TELL HIM ABOUT MY FEELINGS
I NEVER GOT TO SAY
BUT HOW YOU PUT ON A PAPER
THAT U REALLY MISS HIM,
OF ALL THE TIME THAT PASS WITHOUT YOUR BIG BROTHER
FROM IN MY HEART I FOUND THIS POEM
AND HOPE HE KNOWS ITS TRUE
WITH ONLY FOUR SMALL WORDS
BROTHER 'I LOV3 YOU! ! ! '
Cry
Our fire will rise
Ringmaster's eyes
Funhouse will rock
Those boys don't lie
Immortal fear
It's voice so clear
Through broken walls
Your screams I hear
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Clown masquerade rich boys look up
When will they learn
This loneliness?
Temptation's heat
Milenko's word
Deep in your soul
You cannot lie
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Our shangrila
You can't forget
Always so close
Come to us now
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Cry little sister
Come, come to your brother
Unchain me sister
Love is with your brother
Cry, little sister
song performed by by Zug Izland
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0427 We'd never have guessed..
There’s so much
we never know,
would never have guessed,
never asked,
and now regret that
we never asked,
about what it was like for ‘them’
before we were born…
I can’t remember exactly
how old I was – eight? - when I knew
that Mum couldn’t possibly
have been my mother.
She was so innocent, so simple, yet
so quietly organised,
so sensible, so unlike me
- who was unlike Dad anyway, didn’t he remind me -
that she could never
have had.. sex? .. with Dad..
It must have been my ‘naughty’ aunt, who had me,
‘father unknown’ but conveniently
adopted by my ‘parents’ -
the one who had an eye for the boys
and boy did the boys have eyes for her,
who asked every evening if she could
go out and play with them, while
Dorothy did her homework,
learned double-entry book-keeping by post,
did part-time secretarial work,
became the first female bank-clerk in the town, and still
made the cakes and scones to sell
in the terrace front-window shop
before she went to morning school or work,
while Grandad wheezed in the armchair, sick from the cotton mill..
It was only when my mother, in her sixties, took me
on her annual holiday once to see my
aunt (?) Mary, and the two played one-up
all the time, that I realised the truth of this
familiar family play of life:
Two daughters, fighting for their father’s love,
picking each their role: the one,
doing all the right things to win his love;
the other, forever testing his love
with naughtiness; (she never married, just
played the Magdalene) :
he died, and yet
they carried on their fight; Grandma was
some bystander, I guess. And of course,
Grandad loved his ‘scamp’ so much –
she, the same twinkle in his eye
that he had when he courted Grandma..
Who won, in the end? Neither? Both?
After I saw that, it didn’t seem to matter so much
which of them was really my mother. It would
have been fair if they could, somehow,
have shared me; and maybe, I them.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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For Bill - My Brother
Who was aged five when I was born
My brother
Who hid my toys and broke my dolls
My brother
Who avoided his sister at school all day
My brother
Who tolerated my teenage years
My brother
Who as an adult became a friend
My brother
Who mellowed with each passing year
My brother
Who supported my desire to immigrate
My brother
Who was there when others weren't
My brother
Who buried our parents while I was gone
My brother
Who cherished every visit I made
My brother
Who had his ticket to visit me here
My brother
Who unexpectedly died this year
My brother
poem by Evelyn Macdonald
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Arise O'Sister
Arise O’Sister
I am your mother
To care for you
Cry on your wounds
Protect you from the boys
When you think of me
Do you harm yourself
I am your father
To be strong for you
Won’t you stand up now
Protect you from the boys
When you think of me
Do you touch yourself
I am your brother
To touch you I will
Make you my whore now
Like Mom and Dad will
When you think of me
Remember the boys you meet
Sister, Sister
Is this how you hurt
Curled up in pain now
No protection from the boys
Sister, sister
Please let me hold you
Don’t push me away
Let me love you like Sappho
And protect you from the boys
Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean
Weary with longing for the girl that still
Remains a dream of loveliness to fill
My soul, my life, at Aphrodite's will
What else should one posess than the Socratic art of love
For they seem to me to have practised love after their own fashion
She the love of women, he of men
For they said they loved many, and were captivated by all things beautiful
poem by Barbara Vanier
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Just When I Need You The Most (feat. Alison Krauss)
(Randy VanWarmer)
You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way
Now I miss you more
Than I missed you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most
Now most every morning
I stare out the window
I think about where you might be
I've written you letters that I'd like to send
If you would just send one to me
'Cause I need you more
Than I needed before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
Yes, you left me
Just when I needed you most
You packed in the morning
I stared out the window
And I struggled for something to say
You left in the rain without closing the door
I didn't stand in your way
Now I love you more
Than I loved you before
And now where I'll find comfort, God knows
'Cause you left me
Just when I needed you most
You left me
Just when I needed you most
Oh, you left me
Just when I needed you most
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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My Brother Sarah - Sway B-side
My brother sarah
Doesn't know what clothes to wear
It's a dilemma
To get the stuff to match your hair
But mother and father
Sister and brother
Say they just don't know
My brother sarah
Really wish you understood
Why he's got to show it
For it to be any damn good
But mother and father
Sister and brother
Say they just don't know
My brother lies awake at night
Wishing this world could just be right
But mother and father
Sister and brother
You and all the others
Say you just don't know
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene
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Love is imagination
Love is imagination
We first imagine someone
That will be with us
Here and forever
We imagine someone
That always on our side
In sad and happy moment
We imagine someone
That gives us power
Through all difficult time
We imagine someone
That gives us dream
To fly to the wide sky
We imagine someone
That sleeps with us in the night
And still there when we open our eyes in the morning
We imagine someone
That gives us children of love
And spends his old days with us
We imagine someone
That makes us laugh
Until happiness hurts
We imagine someone
That makes us cry
Until tear becomes relief
We imagine someone
That really cares and loves us
When our imagination fits with our heart
Love continues…
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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