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Worry Keeps Every Wrinkles

tangle sweat scratches every minutes
facing each direction, without limit
tell the night comes, where hope
stood withstand in the falling
perfume of the day

dried me in the sun, that catches
the humid cool breeze, thou nothing is
gone except the running face down
into the ground where i stand

a little discomfort browse my tired face
looking tame but wild, stubborn yet
calm, watching the horizon with puzzle
eyes telling the whole day to rest

poem by Antonio Liao
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Pick 'Em Up

R = Rickeys voice
J = Johnnys voice
T = Together
R - Sometimes I lose my direction
J - Sometimes I jump off track
R - But when I hide out baby
J - I can always get it back
J - I need to feel that cool breeze in my face
R - The rumble of the engine between my legs
R - Hey little sister
T - You can color me gone
J - So if I want to stay out all night long
J - You can't stop me from running wild
R - Don't ya worry how long I'm gone
R - I come back every once in a while
R - I pick 'em up I lay 'em on down
R - I never like my feet to hit the ground
R - Don't miss me when I'm gone cause I'll always be around
R - I'm a free spirit baby
R - Pick me up and lay me on down
J - Well I know I got me a good life
J - Jim Beam
R - And women
T - They treat me right
R - I make my own rules
T - Like it or not
J - Now don't misunderstand me baby
J - I give in every once in a while
R - It's tough love baby
T - But I'll leave you with a smile
J - So if I want to stay out all night long
J - You can't stop me from running wild
R - Don't ya worry how long I'm gone
R - I come back every once in a while
J - I been here
R - I been there
T - I been everywhere
J - I wouldn't tell you no lies
R - Just like me you're a wild one
R - Won't you take me for a ride

song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Wild Child

All right, wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race, your cool face
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mothers or your fathers child
Your our child, screamin wild
An ancient lunatic reigns in the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha
With hunger at her heels, freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees, pirate prince at her side
Stirrin into a hollow idols eyes
Wild child full of grace, savior of the human race
Your cool face, your cool face, your cool face
Do you remember when we were in africa?

song performed by by Doors
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Meeting With The Ghost

tremble with laughter, thou
nervous yet! so happy as the feet and hands
full of sweat engulf the whole flesh

the day is over and the night is too close
the humid feeling adds the color of the night
kept disgusted my waiting the call to take a rest

seems melted like candle, light keeps on
waving until the door close with the cool breeze
touches my skin

something gone in I and something tip toe
my hair, urged to shout for the night talk in my
brain, I hold my hands so tight and whisper to
my little angel to close the door

the clock showers my mess...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Ripper's Hand

palm gird
its direction, pointing neither
straight
nor curve it goes where
it begins and holds
what makes
it fulfill, the night shows no mercy

direction
has nothing to say
and the star above pointless
array even it
catches perfect horizon
in a compass way but still it pushes
no limit
our eyes couldn't see

the ripper's blade
cut with honor
regardless of whose right or wrong;
for sharpen edge
hit the core,
with the guillotine eye feasts
the flesh,
the night whistles the day
of spoilage crate

now take me
where I shall stop; the nail and the
hair has clever to ask,
as the head wants
it to stop, the Ripper's mind always
come
with hands in the top

poem by Antonio Liao
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Stand

Stand in the place where you live
Now face north
Think about direction
Wonder why you havent before
Now stand in the place where you work
Now face west
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you havent before
If you are confused check with the sun
Carry a compass to help you along
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
(repeat 1st verse)
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Season is calling
(repeat 1st verse)
If wishes were trees the trees would be falling
Listen to reason
Reason is calling
Your feet are going to be on the ground
Your head is there to move you around
So stand (stand)
Now face north
Think about direction, wonder why you havent before
Now stand (stand)
Now face west
Think about the place where you live
Wonder why you havent
(repeat 1st verse)
Stand in the place where you are (now face north)
Stand in the place where you are (now face west)
Your feet are going to be on the ground (stand in the place where you are)
Your head is there to move you around, so stand.

song performed by by REM
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Walking home from town

The sulphur sky stretched from horizon
to horizon above me
without a cloud to be seen
or a speck of a single bird,

just the blazing white-hot sun
frying down in the breathless hot air
while we walked from town,
being without a car

and your iris coloured purple blouse
and denim blue mini skirt
more than suited you
and you looked cool as ice

while the sun was squelching me
and little streams of sweat
was running down my face,
my chest and arms.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Carefree Into A New Day

it`s like running away
like chasing the brightest day
like waking up in your eyes
it`s like a blossoming leaf in may

it`s like never knowing about the past
stepping light and fast
facing that horizon
facing that new place at last

tears burning our eyes like fire
the wind commanding our desires
traveling an upward trail
chasing dreams that`ll never expire

lifting ourselves from the floor
watching the lights shine on the door
running away like if never to return
stripped from worries and naked our soul

poem by Issam Aladdin
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Tiptoe in the Sand

arise the shadow
of the night, head forward in the
direction where the sky deem
so bright
remember the sounding wave capture
the shore with silent breeze

looks the face of the blue moon
she waits when
the time hail on the sacred field of the
Cherry Blossom, the
laughter of the bird hear beyond the
night of grandeur spirit
and the sea calm down the roaring
Sea Leon, feasting the
season of summer

life fish the horizon of vertical
sublime of reality, walking in the
clever sands of memory until time comes
beneath the tiptoe feet of water
lower than the eyes that touches
the sediment of change

go never feel the pain, since only
the episode of smile remember
the change, the perfume touches the skin
as you leave this portal of life

say hello and thanks’ comes
once again...

poem by Antonio Liao
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Am I running from myself?

Am I running from myself?
Am I?
Who can tell me whom am I running from?
Is it me who is a villain of my own self?
Or is it a man in the mirror
Am I running from?
A man who is like me
But has no feelings
Who am I running from?
Knowing one or the other day
I have to face the reality
Whom am I running from?
Whom am I running from?
But I am not cheating myself
Am I?
No I’m not
Then why is it
Am I running from myself?
Who can tell me who am I running from?
Does anybody have answer for that?
Whom am I running from?
No! No! No!
Got to solve this puzzle of caves myself
As I have to face the reality one day
Nobody can answer my questions
Then I myself
Have to keep on moving
Solving my problems myself
As to why am I running from myself?
Why am I running from myself?
Know they would talk about it
Day in day out
Who cares!
I have to stop myself
Myself today or tomorrow
Have to get back on track
Coz that is the way I have to be
Have to curb my ways
I know I have to explain myself a lot
Why Am I running from myself?
But I have to curb myself
Why Am I running from myself?
Why Am I running from myself?

By Farukh

poem by Farooq Hussain
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Running The Risk

Seeing you, watching you
Watching me
I hold back my emotions
I keep them veiled in secrecy
I cant let go of this thing weve started
Wasnt looking for love
No conspiracy of the broken hearted
I dont know how far to go
Until Im gone, gone, gone
I couldnt see the danger
It was just a little taste of temptation
I could not read the silence
That was written on your face
But here comes that feeling again
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im lost drowning in a sea of emotion
Ive got one simple need
I need you to feel my devotion
I dont know how far to go
Until Im gone, yeah gone
Its a complicated picture
Im all tangled up in temptation
I couldnt read the silence
That was written on your face
But here comes that feeling again
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im running the risk of losing you
Im walking this tightrope
Youre my only hope
Theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Losing you
And theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Theres nothing more I can say
Im still running the risk of you walking away
Im running the risk of losing you
Im walking this tightrope
Darling, youre my only hope
Theres nothing more I can do
I keep running the risk of losing you
Im running the risk of losing you
Im telling you honey
This heart of mine cant run the risk
Of losing you again
Everything have made you do
Im still running the risk of losing you

song performed by by Foreigner
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Country Sweat

Sweat!
Sweat!
Sweat!
Born for trouble, poised for action
Ready to spring at a moment's notice
Nerves like a trigger, waiting to be pulled
Covered with sweat, it ain't nice
Sweat!
Help me please I'm burning up
I got this fire in my heart
Won't let me sleep, can't concentrate
Even when it's cold I'm dripping sweat
It ain't nice
Sweat!
Rivers running down my back
Makes me slippery, like a fish
If I don't stop, I might drown
Falling down, down, down, down, not dead yet
covered with
Sweat
CHORUS
The cool boys bit the dust
They couldn't take the pressure
The cool girls got knocked up
They only wanted to have fun
(Where did they go?)
They fell in low and suffered
(Where did they go?)
They picked up guns and hammers
(Where did they go?)
Without friction there's no heat
WIthout heat there's no fire
Without fire there's no desire
You're making me hot, hot, hot, hot!
Sweat! Sweat!
Take my baby, Saturday night
It's hundred and ten, it's alright
Close the door to my little room
Starting to sweat, fun starts soon
Sweat!
Principal caught me after school
Gave me hell, called me a fool
Pointed his finger, at my face
Started to sweat all over the place
Flowed like rivers, onto the floor
I can take it, give me some more
Sweat!
War breaks out throughout the land
Dodging bullets in the sand
Enemy's getting much to close
Sun beats down on the back of my neck
Fingers twitchin', covered with sweat
Covered with sweat
CHORUS
Sweat!

song performed by by Oingo Boingo
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Love Kills

I came here for you.
I've watched you for days.
You're everything a man could ever want.
It's not just your face, your figure or your voice.
It's all the things I see in your eyes.
I see a crazy calm.
You're ready to face what you have to face.
But you don't want to face it alone.
She's soft and warm and almost weightless.
Her perfume a sweet promise
that brings tears to my eyes.
I tell her that I'll save her from whatever
she's scared of and take her far, far away.
I tell her I love her.

The silencer makes a whisper of the gunshot.

poem by Paddy Jansen
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Give me a Hero!

What is a Fantasy?
What is a Dream?
If they’re as true as they seem
Than can I make this Reality?

As I walk through the narrow stream
Soaked in make believe
My only thought is to yell and scream
To bring the missing piece I need