Paying The Wrong Guys
To the artist you claim to support.
Why do you continue to rip off.
An abandon moral objective.
Just because advertisement says free.
Just buy a song or cd.
A single song, a single cd.
It is not an evil industry.
Most of artist produce their own labels.
And regardless they still receive their royalties.
Yet we still prefer the illegal activities.
The kingdom of piracy.
Just buy a song or cd.
With Google we spy everything.
Including these companies who offer premium downloads for a fee.
Outrageous as it might seem.
It's not even legal.
Write a complaint and its ignored.
The greed is even in our technology.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
The money that should be going to the musicians.
And it will be just wasted in all eventualities in legal fees.
99.9% of these artist are of the middle class.
Intellectual property.
The laws haven't quite caught up.
And they probably never will.
Just do what's right.
And buy a song or cd.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Theft is theft no matter the method.
Just buy a song or cd.
Is it the generation?
Please prove me wrong.
Do we not understand what we are promoting?
We do have a choice.
Even in hard times.
Remember that little jingle stuck in your head.
It keeps from falling so deep into a depression.
So let me ask you why is it you won't buy a song or cd?
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I certainly don't know if you could claim that every theft is wrong, but I'll prove to you that every theft is forbidden, by simply locking you up.
quote by Karel Capek
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Theft is not unnatural
In a theft, who is responsible:
The thief or the hoarder?
In a theft, which is the cause:
The thief’s desire or the hoarder’s greed?
Theft is immoral but not unnatural.
08.06.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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A scandal is made by two
In every theft the plunderer is taken to task.
In sexual theft, the plundered is taken to task.
In a scandal, it is the woman who is done with
Albeit it cannot be with out the man’s foray.
30.03.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Sing Me A Song
Sing me a song,
A song you and I know,
A song that will put me to sleep,
This song that I always listen to makes me cry,
Missing you with every inch on my heart,
Knowing that you will not return,
Sing me a song,
A song that will help me forget about you,
A song that will heal my heart,
A song of forgiveness,
Just sing a song,
A song that can not be forgotten,
A song so memorable,
Only a memory,
Sing me song,
A song that we will love,
A song we can not live with out,
Just sing me a song,
A song that only you and I know.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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Sad Song
Staring at my picture book
She looks like mary, queen of scots
She seemed very regal to me
Just goes to show how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wastin my time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
My castle, kids and home
I thought she was mary, queen of scots
I tried so very hard
Shows just how wrong you can be
Im gonna stop wasting time
Somebody else would have broken both of her arms
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
Sad song, sad song
...
song performed by by Lou Reed
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One Gear
It is easy for some to move in one gear.
To play it safe and cosmetic.
For purposes not to stir up dust.
Or attract attention...
To early forms of deception.
While enhancing a well maneuvered advancement.
To smolder and smooze,
With an unknown hoodwinking set to entrance.
The slicker and sly the plot...
The better.
Creative theft is not original.
Theft is theft!
But those who move in this low gear,
Can not produce and deceive at the same time.
The quality and lustre of their lies,
Leaves nothing creative about their input!
They are in one gear.
And it takes a while to notice it.
However...
Those who have?
Have been quickly dismissed.
And slandered to keep them from profit.
They were of genuine deeds,
That could not be plagiarized by those shallow!
So those who remain shallow...
Remain shallow.
And it shows that is all they know.
Moving slow in one gear.
To prove...?
To prove something insignificant,
To someone who was foolish enough to pay the price....
To observe the redundancy,
In its stagnant commitment achieved.
Giving people what they accept.
Not what they want or can get...
In this,
One gear delivered.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Sudden Arrival of Reality
Almost with the label of tragedy of ambition,
With an allegation of dreaming too big,
When I am simply standing my ground,
My key in my hand,
In the ring finger,
With the remote control of my car,
The dearest thing I have held till now,
And the building security arrives,
Suddenly,
Surprisingly,
To assist in backing out of the parking lot,
Sending no sirens buzzing in my head,
None what so ever,
About car robbery,
Car theft,
The theft of my rights.
Talking settlement after the robbery,
Is a very different matter,
The constant asking for compromise,
With a constant allegation of wanting more,
Asking for more,
And doing less.
poem by Pankhuri Sinha
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The sing of song
it's a song without title
a song without word
a song without sound
a song in our eyes
a song in our ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
We are singing the song
without title
a nameless song
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says:
beyond future, beyond distances,
beyond nothing, beyond always
a song in a single colour
that we don't see
many colours
much colours
unknown colours
this was
a song of your mother
a song of your grandmothers
a song of one very old woman
Sleep, sleep my little love
Dream, dream my little love
when you close open your wide eyes
poem by Jean Francois Le Goff
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Our Song
a song I never knew
has now become the song I can never forget
it is the song that can cure all
for I sit and listen to that song everyday
its reminds me of all the good
it reminds me of so much
for these lyrics I will never forget
for no matter how bad a day
all I have to do is hit play
and it will all be ok
with this one song I become
so peaceful
so happy
so relaxed
I never thought I would ever feel this calm
but now I do
everyday
because of this song
our song
the song that reminds me of you
of us
of love
of happiness
of everything good
so now I lay here and just listen
listen to our song
I lay here in happiness
as I listen to our song
word by word
I become happier
as I listen to this song
not one time
but over and over
for this is the only song I want to hear
its me, you, and this song
our song
poem by Caleb Jones
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To The Rich And The Poor
Theft, left, slept, dept, weft, wept!
This message is to the rich and the poor;
For the meditations of our hearts are now needed on this earth.
The redemption song,
The inner thoughts,
Like parishes which perishes! !
And like something very hard to understand,
But this earth needs peace more than war always.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Thieves
Lovers in the act despense
With such meum-tuum sense
As might warningly reveal
What they must not pick or steal,
And their nostrum is to say:
'I and you are both away.'
After, when they disentwine
You from me and yours from mine,
Neither can be certain who
Was that I whose mine was you.
To the act again they go
More completely not to know.
Theft is theft and raid is raid
Though reciprocally made.
Lovers, the conclusion is
Doubled sighs and jealousies
In a single heart that grieves
For lost honour among thieves.
poem by Robert Graves
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The Sing Of A Song Of Life
a song in our eyes
a song in our imagery ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says
beyond future, beyond distances, beyond nothing,
a song that resembles your life, so tell it
in a song as if you were telling it in a story
poem by Anye'a B. Pinnock
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Sonnet v: Paramour
Virtue best may reside in Beauty be
Nor lost in consent fortune still
Thy brow to dance, with smile strong as steel
Who hast heart but embrace not thee?
'nless the'r vision not all all see
Nor it, nor no glee of thrill
Or of any laught'r dose of peal
Before then gaze upon thy ever fresh of hue.
Thy charming chime chide me hence
Leavin' my unsang song to theft
Alas! My sweet song now to mourn
Sailing my hope upon a stream so tense
And billow ever atop all waters of th' earth
As if never to yo'r beauty I have to sworn
poem by Folayemi Akande
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My Song
I have no song
But still I sing
I let my voice
Fly on wing
For even though
My heart is bare
I have a song
Yet to spare
The song I sing
It has not one word
But far and wide
It's ever heard
My song is
Universal see
Song of wild
Always free
Sung by many
Sung by one
Sung beneath
A dying sun
Song of joy
Yet song of pain
Song of long nights
In the rain
Song of battles
Song of strife
Song of death
But also life
I'll sing untill
I have no breath
And then I'll sing
My song in death
poem by Anonymous Ghurl
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Theft of people
I am not a thief;
I don’t steal anything.
I am still a thief;
I steal people for me.
I coax others clients
To switch over to me..
I steal women’s heart
Unknown to their partners.
Paramours and elopers
Are more than a thief.
Theft of kinds is
Less a threat to us
Than the theft of peoplf.
07.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A libertarian presidential candidate isn't going to win anyway, so he can afford to say that all taxation is theft, and it isn't the job of a libertarian presidential candidate to cook up new ways to commit theft.
quote by L. Neil Smith
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The Last Song
This is the last song
The very last song tonight
And the song is blue
This is the last song
Yeah, the last song, hold me tight
Though I shouldnt be with you
This is the last time
The very last time Ill see you
Hold me close and dont you cry
This is the last song
The very last song tonight
And this song means goodbye
I wont forget the melody
That takes your love away from me
But I guess what will be will be
And tonight, in your arms
Is like heaven to me
But I belong to someone else
And shes waiting, waiting
Waiting for me
Goodbye, goodbye
And remember, remember me
And this song will be our song
And this song will be our song
And the last song for me
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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