I've Been A Dirty Low Down Cheat
Sport is all about taking part,
Forget about the fastest start,
Regardless of how you must depart,
You can take the heat.
Who in God's name says these things?
Do they know the misery losing brings,
If you're last an alarm bell rings,
It makes you feel incomplete.
We aspire to make it our life's mission,
To win the day that's our ambition,
Life is all about competition,
Humans were made to compete.
We are prevalent in every sport,
The dangers we are willing to court,
The truth is something we do distort,
Or punishment they will mete.
Problem is we don't like to lose,
It puts us on a right short fuse,
To win there are things we will abuse,
It's our duty to avoid defeat.
That does include a bit of sinning,
I'd do anything to ensure I'm always winning,
At the finish line I'll be grinning,
How it makes me feel upbeat.
To win I'll even bend the rules,
There are some really useful tools
I'll make the others look like fools,
But I've got to be discreet.
Losing is something I've never faced,
So what I take cannot be traced,
If I'm ever caught I'll be disgraced,
But my ego I must entreat.
My success is all down to my dedication,
Not the taking of illegal medication,
Though it's prevalent in every sporting nation,
Oh how victory tastes so sweet.
Through all the years and battles fought,
I'm now the one left feeling fraught,
For in the end I've now been caught,
I am guilty of deceit.
I was addicted to those winning hugs.
But to get them I was taking drugs,
Despite my saying they were for mugs,
I'm no longer one of the elite.
My former glories have been taken away,
My name no longer holds any sway,
My principles and morals I did betray,
This time they've got me beat.
My fans have all deserted me,
A lying dastard is now what they see,
In hindsight now I must agree,
‘' I've Been A Dirty Low Down Cheat ‘'
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Sport Just A Diversion
The anthem of Australian Rules Football the song known as 'We'll be there'
And Aussie Rules fans who do not know this song by heart to say the least quite rare
On Saturday after the game at the M C G in groups as they walk along the street
A song sung by the winning fans since victory is sweet.
They sing 'We were there when the boys became the men' their religion is football
And they tell all of those who wish to hear 'the greatest game of all'
But sport is just a diversion from the big problems out there
In the World where the haves make more and the have nots live in despair
Of ever getting anywhere in life they live in poverty
They live their dreams through the success of celebrities that they see on t.v.
And sport is a diversion for them from the reality
Of ever knowing success themselves suppose what is to be will be.
Sport just a diversion from reality for the have nots to enjoy
Poor teenagers dream of sporting fame a dream for most that die
Before they reach their forties when they come to realize
That life is very different when seen through ageing eyes
poem by Francis Duggan
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The Chances Of Winning
life is like a game, you lost and you win
losing is winning where it fall and
winning is losing where it stand
all the day through, you gain, but nothing
has been done
what makes it defferent, when everything
is nothing and what makes it something
when everthing is nothing
life is just, but a game to play... make the
best for it, for you win for something, that
will make you something out of nothing
many years have gone, yet! it seems
that those are just a dream, a dream that
i stand for none and end with gone
i now live for something, that the only chances
I'll make, will leads me to do something
the best of the game, i have to stand for my
chances of winning is something out of nothing
winning is a matter of chances of nothing.....
just do it... right
poem by Antonio Liao
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Taking The Chance
(graham russell)
Youre in-between a page of life you never dreamed
The answer wont come from that magazine
This time its real and youre not sure just what to feel
Who can I trust to say
Should I give love now should I take love now
(chorus)
Im taking the chance
And giving myself to you
If somethings not right then tell me Im wrong
I just want our love to carry on
Sometimes the fear of losing you has been so near
I needed to make this choice on my own
To let love in when Im so scared when things begin
Dont ever run away I feel close to you now
You know I need you now
(chorus)
Im taking the chance
And giving myself to you
If somethings not right then tell me Im wrong
I just want our love to carry on
Im taking the chance
I cant let this feeling leave
I dont want those nights of waiting so long
Im taking the chance before its gone
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
Taking the chance
On you
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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Getting Old Can Be So Unkind
I'm fifty-seven going on ninety-nine,
My joints are falling apart,
The eyesight I can no longer align,
I'm missing a beat in my heart.
I can't bend over to pick things up,
Because of the pain in my back,
I can't hold the kettle to fill up my cup,
My joints are all under attack.
I get breathless walking half a yard,
It's a struggle to get out of my chair,
My pain has left me mentally scarred,
As has my thinning hair.
I can't even chew my food any more,
They'll soon be buying me a wreath,
Eating anything has become such a chore,
For I've lost all my bloody teeth.
Who are you talking to I hear them say,
There's nobody here but you,
My secret companions I would never betray,
To them I will always be true.
Where I've put things I'll never know,
Someone always moves them elsewhere,
Whoever does it never seems to show,
But I know that I put them in there.
I can't remember the things I said,
Or what I was supposed to do,
My children say I am off my head,
But I know that cannot be true.
I have my companions yes they are real,
But still they refuse to believe,
If only they knew how that makes me feel,
I swear I would never deceive.
When I visit the loo I'm always caught short,
I always end up in a mess,
My lifeless body I have to contort,
The toilet just gives me such stress.
This cocktail of drugs makes me rattle,
But I need them to relieve all my pain,
I'm fighting a long losing battle,
Which is driving me totally insane.
God has got this one badly wrong,
His incompetence puts me in a rage,
In the prime of our youth is where we belong,
There's no need to suffer old age.
Some time soon I'll succumb to my ills,
Then I'll give him a piece of my mind,
In Heaven I pray there are no more pills,
‘' Getting Old Can Be So Unkind ‘'
Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell
I'm running like mad,
While my heart pounds,
This is really sad,
Why all these hounds.
I'm but one they're an army,
Of both horses and mounts,
This is really quite barmy,
If catching me is what counts.
I've done nothing wrong,
Except trying to survive,
On this Earth I belong,
Like you I'm alive.
They are saying I'm vermin,
Well that's their excuse,
Put it in my sermon,
This is animal abuse.
What is it I've done,
To be treated this way,
While to them it is fun,
I do not have a say.
They are catching me now,
I am so out of breath,
So I ask myself how,
Will I face my own death.
They've caught up at last,
I am dead on my feet,
The hounds have amassed,
I can no longer compete.
I feel a terrible fear,
Deep within my heart,
Those mounted all cheer,
As I'm torn apart.
Let me take you to task,
As your lies are deceiving,
Whilst in glory you bask,
What are you achieving?
My partner and cubs,
They're left without food,
While you head to the pubs,
They're left to brood.
You are nothing but cowards,
It is evil you court,
With self praise you'll be showered,
But it will never be sport.
Upon each of your souls,
I place a curse,
Then as your bell tolls,
Things will only things get worse.
Butchering Foxes makes no sense,
Why you do it only you can tell,
In your Gods eyes There'll be no defence,
'' Your Soul Will Be Hunted To Hell ''
The Winners Are Always The Heroes
The winners are always the heroes in life it is always this way
The losers are quickly forgotten though a fine and sporting
game they did play
'Tis only a sport it may well seem where people chase after a ball
But many take football quite seriously though 'tis only a game after all,
The winners are always the heroes and that's how it always will be
The fans of the winners are singing rejoicing in their victory
Life and sports are akin in many ways though some may say 'tis only a game
The winners get all of the applause and the winners can bask in their fame,
The winners are always the heroes and the winners get all of the praise
And always only to the winners the toasters their toasting glasses raise
The losers are quickly forgotten though some must lose for some to win
Yet some look on losing as shameful to them there is no greater sin,
In life as in sport the poor losers are the people the masses ignore
And in football the really big hero is the one who kicks the winning score.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Success Story
Stepping out from the tunnel of champion,
Where my soul and victory have been bonded as a union.
Climbing higher than mountains,
And for sure my victory is certain.
Fought many battles harder,
And came through even stronger.
I race across every finish line,
And makes the top stories and headlines.
I can hear the cheering crowd,
And the screaming of my name aloud.
Roll out the drums,
And blow the trumpet across cities and kingdoms.
For earth has begot α hero,
A hero of class and defined ego.
Even when i don't get much love from my haters,
The taste of victory grows even much sweeter.
Victory at last in the end,
With so much foes and no friend.
The joy victory kept me going,
And the zeal of winning kept me moving.
Created with the power of an immortal,
That makes every conspiracy futile.
Inbuilt with the soul of a human,
That's why am a super human.
Now standing at the pinnacle of greatness,
After working through the road of success.
Hearing my name all over the corners of the earth,
Gives me immeasurable joy i never once felt.
Each time i crumble or stumble,
It makes me even more humble.
For winning is the aim,
And victory is my name.
Finally am a success story,
To God be the glory.
No matter the amount of hate i get,
The more victorious i get.
The more they think i will fail,
The more i make them look pale.
Even when my chances grows thinner,
It really doesn't matter because in the end am a winner.
poem by Stanley Oguh
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The Powers Of Addiction
This feeling is an uncontrollable urge,
Very soon I'll be ranting and raving,
On my body and mind it is truly a scourge,
I must score to get rid of my craving.
It's okay to drink it's fine to smoke,
Though it kills more than my illegal drugs,
While your liver fails and your black lungs choke,
It's not just us Junkies who are mugs.
Addicts are not those down and out scum,
Society just loves to portray,
They can be rich and famous yes clever not dumb,
Does that make their addiction okay.
When I look at my own reflection,
The ravages of drugs I don't see,
I still look at myself with affection,
Deep inside that skeleton is me.
I've disgraced my Father and Mother,
Yes I'm disgusted at the life I am living,
But my guilt I can easily smother,
I use those who are always forgiving.
They supply me with clothing and with food,
My needles I am given for free,
My benefits can go on my fix now that's good,
If only the blind could see.
They believe they're providing assistance,
When in fact our problems they compound,
When required we'll put up resistance,
Those tactics will always confound.
To get high I will beg steal or borrow,
As for shame I no longer care,
Regardless I no longer feel sorrow,
When I fall down I know they'll be there.
You spend millions trying to help us all,
But the majority don't want to be cured,
While on our drugs we are having a ball,
Of that you can rest assured.
The question in reality this poses,
Is why do so few of us finish with drugs,
If they woke up and smelled the roses,
They would know we treat them as mugs.
By pandering to us our addictions they feed,
That's a subject they don't like us to mention,
When alls said and done it's our fix we need,
Cessation was never our intention.
They even give us a temporary fix,
Some methadone to see us through,
It does till we get our stronger kicks,
Though long term it's a decision you'll rue.
Would you give booze to an alcoholic?
I very much doubt if you would,
Though it allows them some fun and frolic,
It certainly won't do them any good.
So why do you feed us a drug that kills,
It just doesn't make any sense,
It's akin to taking too many pills,
The decision makers must be all dense.
To get high I will beg steal or borrow,
As for shame well I no longer care,
Regardless I don't feel any sorrow,
When I fall down I know they'll be there.
Every twist and turn I take,
I find there is no way out,
Any decision I attempt to make,
Fills me up with self-doubt.
I'm caught up in a vice like grip,
There is no way I can escape,
I know my dignity this habit will strip,
My existence is so out of shape.
I love the feeling when I'm on a high,
But I detest that road back down,
I feel so depressed I just want to cry,
In self-sympathy I just want to drown.
It's always someone else, who's to blame,
My peers my friends or whoever,
It's never me that's why there's no shame,
As an excuse it's really quite clever.
I know you will say I deserve all I get,
For this is the life I have chosen,
Have you lived a life without any regret?
From society have you ever been frozen?
You may well ask why am I so obtuse,
I'm responsible for my own affliction,
Well I say to you no it's not an excuse,
I've succumbed to,
‘' The Powers Of Addiction ‘'
In my other life ~ ~ ~ Song Lyric's
In my other life, I marched troops in formations
I manned the gun and turned them into men
In my other life, I had so many wayward women
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I consumed minds recreations
I made peace with myself, these insecurities, could not stand
In my other life, I lived with incarcerations
They broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I worked hard to make a living
I gave up my recklessness, and vowed never, to give in
In my other life, I was married and had children
There broke me down and made me, what I am
They showed me roads that men seldom travel
They taught me things can work only if, you try
That losing could mean your really winning
They showed me sorrow, and taught me, how to cry
In my other life, I was drawn to the Truth and His resurrection
I confessed my sins, by faith believed and made Him, my Lord
In my other life, I learned to die to self and surrender
Conviction broke me down; the Blood made me, what I am
He showed me a narrow road men seldom travel
He gave me grace to change, in the Sweet, by and by
That losing could mean your really winning
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
He showed me His love, the price He paid, the reason why
Words & Music by Gene Gamble/Two-G’s Music © 1995
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Ladder Of Success
Now the race has begun
You are strong and you are young
Its your choice, its up to you
Be good to us and well be good to you
And you will be rewarded for conforming to our plan
The system will accept you because we understand
Youll be up there with us on the pinnacle of success
Winning, climbing on the ladder of success
Why take less, now youre on the ladder of success
Now weve reached the end of another school year
And those of you who are leaving us
We wish you well in your chosen careers
I see you got a job with a well established firm
Youll be earning a 3 pound 10 shillings a week
Plus luncheon vouchers
Well my boy it looks as though youre heading
Straight for the top
And your efforts will be noted
But you must always compete
Stick it out the skys the limit
And youll be part of the elite
Youll be up there with us
Competing with the best
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success
Make commitment, join our team
Now youre really in the thing
Part of the plan, dont make a fuss
Play the game and youll be one of us
And your efforts will be noted
Youll be part of the elite
Pay your money make your choice now
Your commitment is complete
Now youre up there with us
Competing with the best
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success
Stand in line, join the queue
Play the game with the right attitude
Now you played your reputation
Theres so much that you can lose
What a struggle to get up there
Youve really paid your dues
Now youre up there with us on the pinnacle of success
Still youre climbing on the ladder of success
Now youre up there with us
Competing with the best
Winning, climbing on the ladder of success
On the ladder of success
Achieving, winning on the ladder of success
song performed by by Kinks
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Spread My Wings
why are you taking so long
you know the weather's already changed and
no need in talking too much
about the situation that happened
and I know it's implicitly said when I say
I don't want to argue no not today
and I tell you there is nothing left to say
let me be free and fly away
[Chorus]
sometimes I wish I could fly
spread my wings and sore away
and I'd never return back to this
crazy love life that always push
me away
you know I love you so much
but there's no need for me to keep waiting
no longer can you be trusted
I finally gave up on this love matter
and I really hate to leave but in this case
you broke my heart and now I feel disgrace
and I know somebody else is taking my place
unfortunately I know I can't stay
[Chorus (2x)]
I'm telling you this time I won't sit by no more baby
tell me what makes you do the things you do that
makes me wanna be free and all those times you lied
about the simple things
song performed by by Shawn Desman
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Fading Into Space
Fading into space is this wheel of heat,
Turning into a ball the wheel is rolling to compete;
This sport carries no winning or defeat, the whole
Unique work will endanger the sport of a hellhole.
The sport is fine once mastered, by the astronauts,
By the captains and generals with afterthoughts.
Anybody with dreams contained in their mind
Becomes in real jeopardy of staying behind.
poem by Naveed Akram
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What Matters Is The Heart
Did you forget about the passion
Of living day to day
We keep our dreams locked down inside
And choking on a lifetime
And never take a chance
Wake up one day wishing you tried
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
And it aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Lets forget about the notion
That were not the same
My blood runs as red as yours
We all get angry
Weve all been scared
Weve all made big mistakes
That can never be repaired
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Look me in the eye
Take my hand
We can make a difference
We can make a difference
I know we can
If we forgot about the passion
Living day to day
We kept our dreams locked down inside
And choking on a life time
And never take a chance
Wake up one day wishing you tried
It aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
And it aint about the money
It aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost
Or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak
Makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
song performed by by Jewel
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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What Happened
Words no longer come to me
As easily as they once use to.
I'm not sure if it's from a lack of passion,
Or from a life that's caused exhaustion...
Yes,
I'm tired.
I'll admit it to you today.
I feel as if I've lived so many lives..
And carried the weight of them all
In
This
one
little
Life.
No,
I'm not saying it should be easy.
But,
Why does it have to be so difficult?
I don't fit... it seems anywhere.
I can no longer be excited by
Or
About
Anything.
Is
This
really
living?
I like taking pleasure in the simple things
But, life has become so complicated.
I just want to put on a sun dress and
Run in the grass.
How strange...
I look in the mirror and no longer recognize
Who have I become?
What do I wish for?
Somewhere on this green patch
There has to be a small piece of untouched land
My solace
My freedom
My soul
Somewhere where I can forget
And
Start
Over.
Though,
I hear you can never really start over.
Where
do
I
go
then?
poem by Rabia Minhas
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The Messerschmitt Twins
My mind is made up, Im changing faster
Your mind is made up, avoiding worries
My old image is set to fade away
Forget the talking
Forget the actions
And quiet voices and all that happened
In just one of hour
You could knock me down
The twos are one now
And ones are fuller
No longer giving
No longer taking
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
And when youre asking
You sound like telling
Despite the questions
Youre not receiving
I cant explain
Why you disappear
Your mind is made up
The time is taken
You reach decisions
We cant avoid them
Theres no success
No matter what we do
The twos are one now
And ones are fuller
No longer giving
No longer taking
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
They never seem to fail
These ways are tried
song performed by by Omd
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Takin' Care Of Business
You get up every morning
From your alarm clock's warning
Take the 8:15 into the city
There's a whistle up above
And people pushin', people shovin'
And the girls who try to look pretty
And if your train's on time
You can get to work by nine
And start your slaving job to get your pay
If you ever get annoyed
Look at me I'm self-employed
I love to work at nothing all day
And I'll be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
Work out
--- Instrumental ---
If it were easy as fishin'
You could be a musician
If you could make sounds loud or mellow
Get a second-hand guitar
Chances are you'll go far
If you get in with the right bunch of fellows
People see you having fun
Just a-lying in the sun
Tell them that you like it this way
It's the work that we avoid
And we're all self-employed
We love to work at nothing all day
And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
--- Instrumental ---
And we be...
Taking care of business every day
Taking care of business every way
I've been taking care of business, it's all mine
Taking care of business and working overtime
--- Instrumentall to fade ---
song performed by by Alabama
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What Matters
Did you forget about the passion living day to day
You keep our dreams locked down inside
Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance
Wake up one day wishin you tried
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Lets forget about the notion that were not the same
My blood runs as red as yours
We all get angry, weve all been scared
Weve all made big mistakes that can never be repaired
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
Look me in the eye and take my hand
We can make a difference
We can make a difference I know we can
You forgot about the passion living day to day
You keep our dreams locked down inside
Choking on a lifetime of never take a chance
Wake up one day wishin you tried
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters is the heart
It aint about the money, it aint about the time
It aint about the love you lost or the things you think you left behind
It aint about your losing streak, makes you feel like youre falling apart
What matters, what really matters
Is the heart
song performed by by Edwin McCain
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Where Would I Be Without You?
I told you everything,
Only because I felt alone,
Thought nobody would actually care,
I was shocked you did,
Everything i been through,
Have been hard.
I know I put you through alot,
But only because I didn't know where to start,
Losing somebody I loved,
Made everything a bit rough,
Not knowing if my life would be the same,
Made me scared when ever I had to face reality,
Everything I been through,
I've taking the easy way out,
Afraid to face the truth,
Was impossible to face,
But, once I know I have the strengths to make it through,
Makes me wonder where I'll be without you.
poem by Mona Martinez
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Its Your Move
Artist(Band):98 Mute
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Whatever makes you happy
Whatever makes you tick
Whatever makes the days that you pass through
Seem worth it
Whatever makes you feel like you're in place
Whatever makes your burdens lose their weight
Whatever makes you feel like you belong
Whatever makes you strong
It's up to you
Do whatever you want to do
Just be sure you follow through
Whatever makes you feel alright
Whatever gets you through the night
Whatever puts its arms around you
Whatever makes you smile
Whatever makes your daily battles seem worthwhile
Whatever makes you feel like your time is well spent
Whatever causes you to be content
Whatever helps you to erase your doubts
Whatever makes you proud
You are your best critic your best defense
It's you and no one else
So take charge of your choices and your life
Take charge of yourself
song performed by by 98 Mute
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