Even The Stars Cannot Weep!
the Vietnam vet,
his plant shut down,
too old and crippled to hire.
draws just enough
to pay half the rent,
sleeps with one eye open.
tossed by napalm dreams,
and Nixon's lies...
bourbon, god, and country...
his heart skips a beat,
his penis flees to Canada,
waiting for burial and bugles!
the heroin ghost
on the paint peeled steps,
watching the shuckers and the jivers.
old woman gone,
cancer struck...
ashes on the mantle.
a broke down chevrolet,
a needle and a spoon...
back to the black,
the pavement calls....
life just aint worth living!
making the sign of the cross
on the Kennedy's graves.....
clutching a picture of Martin Luther King..
America died, who gives a damn?
even the stars cannot weep!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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I Have a Scheme
“Too long, this land has walked in darkness
Her steps dogged by doubt and despair.”
“Today I come with my solution:
Say the Pledge and say a prayer.”
A great turnout, three hundred Thousand
Overflowed the grassy Mall
Up on Lincoln’s Memorial Steps
Glen and Sarah were enthralled.
There, where Martin had made History,
They evoked a brighter day.
An America with pride and courage-
Where, before tests, school kids could pray.
Restore the country, restore our honor
Turn the country back to God
Sarah Palin invoked King
(which seemed at least a trifle odd.)
Something beyond imagination
Taking place before our eyes:
People showing love of country,
Not spreading hate, nor spewing lies.
Forty Seven years before
Martin Luther King had stood
Upon these steps and told a dream
which, in time, all understood.
poem by John F. McCullagh
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From Greece To Rome (Part Two)
it took the civil rights movement,
the women's movement,
and the laborer's movement...
led by such as Cesar Chavez,
Martin Luther King, Malcolm X,
James Baldwin, Maya Angelou,
just to mention a few.
imprisonment, beatings, marches,
and many are dead now,
sacrificed to the cause.
JFK warned of secret societies,
wanted to pull out of Vietnam...
his brother Bobby stood up
for justice against the wheel...
both killed by the machine.
over 40,000 killed in Vietnam,
riots in the cities of America.
Nixon lied, America fell into stupor,
and those who believed
became part of the masses.
yet now, a turn for the worse!
/continued/
poem by Eric Cockrell
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American Flag
i've had mixed feelings
about the American flag
ever since they lowered it
for President Kennedy...
it took a beating during
the civil rights movement.
and then there was Vietnam,
all the atrocities, the lies,
the wasted deaths...
the marches, the protests,
the Kent State killings...
and the flag was burned
in anger, and i understood
the anger
and now the corporate takeover,
the loss of human rights,
the loss of dignity, and hope
how many deaths does it take?
JFK, Robert Kennedy, Martin Luther King
forty thousand plus in Vietnam
how many in the lying oil wars
in Iraq and Afghanistan?
how many homeless and jobless
does it take?
how many migrant workers treated
like animals?
how many old people have to lose
the benefits they've worked for?
and i think back to my old hero,
Thomas Jefferson what would he say?
maybe something like this:
'the real American flag isnt made of cloth,
it's drawn on the backs of the American workers.
male and female of all races and religions,
the people that built this country
the heart blood of this country.
when you put these people down
with your greed, your lies, your apathy
then you lower the flag.
and it can never be raised again
till all Americans walk heads up together
with hope till all have an equal opportunity
to live and be in freedom
until such day you have no flag! '
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Walk Through Hell
she's a needle,
and a spoon....
a loaded.45!
a tornado ripping
through a trailer park.
arsenic and bourbon,
cancer and skydiving....
she's a dark jungle,
fire, and quake!
she's a black pony
on the blackest of nights;
the sword, and the flesh....
the ditch, and the bones.
she's a burning cross,
and the last door knock....
and he'd walk through hell,
just to stand by her side!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Ghost Of JFK
the ghost of JFK
walked through my dreams....
and i could see and feel
the heartbeat of America
before the disease took us....
the voice of freedom and moral
conviction.... taking issues,
examining our own souls...
repenting of past prejudices,
searching for a way
for peace and freedom.....
but the shots rang out,
the hope of a generation murdered...
the Pentagon rolled, defense contracts,
smoke filled rooms....
J Edgar Hoover's lists...
the battle for civil rights;
and the young rebelled
against the lie in Vietnam....
against the lie, against the lie...
the search for freedom turned inward....
and the National Guard became the thugs
of the new regime.....
more people killed, more voices stilled....
Robert Kennedy, Martin Luther King,
among them.....
that which we fought for now gone....
bought out by the corporate lie.....
and now the battle begins again...
now the voices, new voices,
spring up again....
and i stand amid the ghosts,
waiting on the shots to ring out!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Heroin Face
Spit out the shout of a warning
Death is an honour with doubts
So you live in the end
And you mistrust the start
Because you don't think it counts
But you'll pay for yourself
You'll pay for yourself
You're just a heroin face
You see a heroin face in the mirror
And someone is clutching your breath
And you believe in the needle of night
You're only doing your best
But you'll pay for yourself
You'll pay for yourself
You believe in the needle of night
And someone is cluthing your breath
So you mistrust the start
By always running away
But you'll never come back
You're just a heroin face
Heroin face
song performed by by Cure
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One of the greatest casualties of the war in Vietnam is the Great Society... shot down on the battlefield of Vietnam.
quote by Martin Luther King, Jr.
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One of the greatest casualties of the war in Vietnam is the Great Society ... shot down on the battlefield of Vietnam.
quote by Martin Luther King
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Stick A Needle In My Eye
Im awfully tired of the same old business
Kiss the babies, make em cry
Im only lookin for one good woman
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye, eye, eye
Got a load of mashed potatoes
Holdin gravy like a fishin hole
I know something that might sound funny
I got no money and my buddys broke
I got no money and my buddys broke
Counterculture, mother vulture
Post toasties and a quart of beer
Im only looking for a place to go to
Somebody ask me what Im doin here?
Somebody ask me what Im doin here?
A boneless breast and a crispy thigh
Sittin at the bar n giving me the eye
Black crows on a garbage can
What kind of fella do you think I am?
Stick a needle in my eye, eye, eye
Im fallin in with bad companions
My mind is weak and my throat is dry
Thanksgiving in the grand canyon
Cant keep my fingers off that country pie
Im awfully tired of the same old business
Kiss the babies, make em cry
Im only lookin for one good woman
Cross my heart and hope to die
Stick a needle in my eye, eye, eye
Stick a needle in my eye, eye, eye
song performed by by John Prine
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Martin Luther King Junior
Today is Martin Luther King Junior's birthday; a day that we celebrate.
Without his influence, Barack Obama probably wouldn't be the President of the United States.
He wanted black people to have equal rights.
He didn't cower in the face of this fight.
He knew that some people are consumed by hate.
Sadly one of those people took his life in 1968.
Martin Luther King Junior died for what he believed in.
People shouldn't be prejudice because of the color of skin.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Apocalypse, And Good Bourbon
apocalypse, and good bourbon.
the beat of the news feels like
shovels digging graves by themselves...
deaths without purpose, lives
without purpose....
the cash register rings,
someone else is evicted,
another factory shut down!
the stench of oppression
is almost unbearable....
fresh manured fields of lies,
pull the strings of the puppet,
make him dance....
(you cant see them,
cant touch them,
they're insulated, shut off
from the sounds of hunger
and naked hearts beating!)
and down the street an old man
dies alone in a rundown house.
the shades are pulled, no one
notices... his old dog
guards the body, waiting....
while two young lovers make love
in the back of an old car...
two young gay men hand in hand
walking and talking....
two babies are born,
and two more die....
apocalypse, and good bourbon.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pink Houses
Theres a black man with a black cat
Living in a black neighbourhood
Hes got an interstate runnin through his front yard
You know, he think, that hes got it so good
And theres a woman in the kitchen cleanin up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says: hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Well theres a young man in a t-shirt
Listening to a rockin rollin station
Hes got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says: lord, this must be my destination
cuz they told me, when I was younger
Boy, youre gonna be president
But just like everyting else, those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Well theres people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the gulf of mexico
Ohhh yeah
And theres winners, and theres losers
But they aint no big deal
cuz the simple man baby pays for the thrills,
The bills and the pills that kill
Chorus:
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh but aint that america for you and me
Aint that america were someting to see baby
Aint that america, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Here Lie's The truth
“Here Lies the truth”,
On Her tombstone this will be wrote.
It was never spoke when She was living,
So also in death, it will be unspoke.
By Her it was never said
it was as though pulling out Her soul,
So here lies the truth and herself dead
Both has died in sadness and woe.
Here lies the truth,
Not once by her was it cried,
Not in the days that she was living,
Not even in the day that She had died.
She must of believed that it was a sin
To open Her heart and listen to the word
So She closed her heart and locked it shut,
And She never believed in no one but Her.
Here lies the truth,
It lived but a very short life,
Though the Woman died of years of age
The truth though, never had a chance to try.
Everyone She knew had learned Her lie
They never believed a word that she said
So when She finally tried to speak the truth,
Her heart stopped; and She laid dead.
Here lies the truth
It lived but a very short life,
It was loved by neither Child or Man,
For they believe its living was but a lie.
So here in the grave it will lay dead
As it had lived in this woman's soul,
Never again will it be uttered or thought of,
Never till the end of time will it be thought of or known.
Randy L. McClave
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Vietnam
The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels touch down
Stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I recognized
All I seen was strange faces, watching a stranger passin' by
Vietnam, Vietnam, I don't man
Back in Vietnam
Went for my job back at the factory, down at the factory
The only thing I heard from the man at the desk
Is, "Son, understand if it was up to me"
'bout half the town's out of work
Ain't nothin' for you here
From the assembly line to the front-line
But I guess you didn't hear"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Now don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
Drive down my neighborhood
See the flags out on the porch
So I went to see my old baby
Down at First and Grand
Her mama told me she ran off
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
????
I can see me passin' by
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Boy, don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
The runway rushed up at me, I felt the wheels hit down
I stood out on the blacktop, and took a taxi into town
Got off down on Main Street, to see what I could see
All I seen was strangers, watchin' a stranger pass by
And that stranger was me
Vietnam, Vietnam, oh-no man
Vietnam
Went to see my baby, down on First and Grand
To tell her I'd come home from away in Vietnam
Her mama came to the door and told me
Her mama told me she ran away
With a singer in a rock 'n' roll band
She said, "I'm sorry son, but we understand"
You died in Vietnam, you died in Vietnam
Now don't you understand, you died in Vietnam
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Picture (feat. Gretchen Wilson)
Living my life in a slow hell
Different girl every night at the hotel
I aint seen the sun shine in three damn days
Been fueling up on cocaine and whiskey
Wish I had a good girl to miss me
Lord I wonder if i'll ever change my ways
I put your picture away
Sat down and cried today
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to her (x2)
I called you last night at the hotel
Everyone knows but they wont tell
But their half-hearted smiles tell me something just aint right
I've been waiting on you for a long time
Fueling up on heartaches and cheap wine
I ain't heard from you in three damn nights
I put your picture away
I wonder where you've been
I can't look at you while
I'm lying next to him (x2)
I saw you yesterday with an old friend
It was the same ol' same how have you been
Since you been gone my worlds been dark and gray
You reminded my of brighter days
I hoped you were coming home to stay
I was head of the church
I was off to drink you away
I thought about you for a long time
Can't seem to get you off my mind
I can't understand why we're living life this way
I found your picture today
I swear I'll change my ways
I just called to say I want you to come back home (x2)
I just called to say I love you
Come back home
song performed by by Kid Rock
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JFK Jr’s Hate America Poem
Imagine yourself at age 15,
And you the son of a President
Of the United States of America.
Would you have written this hymn of hate,
About the country your father served in war,
And the country he died for in Dallas?
Does this say what a Democrat is?
No wonder God took his life
Before he could further ruin this country
This poem of his was written
To be sung to the tune of
“America the Beautiful”
“Oh lovely land of racial lies,
Of crooked ways to fame,
From Kent State to Sharon Tate
We’re proud to bear thy name.
America, America, God spared his grace on thee.
From atom bombs to nuclear arms be proud of U.S.A.
And though you’re bad, we love you mad
You taught us right and wrong
Just look at Vietnam and the trouble that we cause
America, America God looks at us from high
To guide us by our forefathers cry,
Just like Jerry Ford.”
poem by Robert Founder
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Good Times
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned
Ill tell you my story man, I wish Id never been born
Im loose at the seams, Ive broken my dreams
And my hand, it shakes the pen
Come on, come on now, baby, let the good times roll again, yeah
Where did our sweet love go? who stole away our time?
Why do the stars above refuse to shine?
The harder I try to paint a picture of the way it was back then
The more I miss the good times, baby, let it roll again
Good times baby, this is the time
I need to know that your love is mine
Love me up, yeah, reel me in
Im hooked, line and sinker, shes my heroin
How many days have I been lying on my back
Staring at the ceiling girl, stretching on your rack?
The harder I try to paint a picture of the way it was back then
The more I miss the good times, baby, let it roll again
Good times baby, this is the time
I need to know that your love is mine
Love me up, yeah, reel me in
Im hooked, line and sinker, shes my heroin
Said Im hooked now, Im not fakin,
Im here till the day I die
Cant get enough now, my heart is aching
Im in too deep to stop, all I want is those
Good times baby, this is the time
I need to know that your love is mine
Love me up, yeah, reel me in
Im hooked, line and sinker, shes my heroin
song performed by by Stone Roses
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The List!
i came to age
in the land of Nixon,
and J Edgar Hoover....
when if you even breathed
the truth you made the lists,
the lists that no one saw!
from the America of LBJ,
the slaughter of the Kennedys',
and Martin Luther King....
and open war on the students
at Kent State who dared to stand....
against an unholy war....
civil rights, flag burnings,
draft card burnings....
women's rights, and change....
that we didnt finish....
now our own children stand
up in protest against a way
of life that isnt living....
and again the police
and the riot squads....
will there be lists this time?
unholy.....unholy........unholy
wars.. .....lifestyles.....'justice'!
put me on the list!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Today I Died Again
The human drum
Beats a rhythm of life
The clothes he wears
Date back to the war
He talks alot
Often to himself
She dont say much
Just cuts his hair
She cant remember
Before the heat
He cant remember
His wifes christian name
Paint me a picture
Towers in sand
America can fall
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Back to a year
Back to a youth
Of men in church and drug cabarets
Is this the age
Of empires and dance
Oh what a world
Oh what a world
She cant remember
Before this heat
He cant remember
His wifes christian name
Paint me a picture
Bodies in sand
Presidents can fall
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Today I died again
I died again
I died today
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Shed A Little Light
Let us turn our thoughts today
To martin luther king
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood
That we are bound together
In our desire to see the world become
A place in which our children
Can grow free and strong
We are bound together
By the task that stands before us
And the road that lies ahead
We are bound and we are bound
There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
And though the body sleeps the heart will never rest
(chorus)
Shed a little light, oh lord
So that we can see
Just a little light, oh lord
Wanna stand it on up
Stand it on up, oh lord
Wanna walk it on down
Shed a little light, oh lord
Cant get no light from the dollar bill
Dont give me no light from a tv screen
When I open my eyes
I wanna drink my fill
From the well on the hill
(do you know what I mean? )
- chorus -
There is a feeling like the clenching of a fist
There is a hunger in the center of the chest
There is a passage through the darkness and the mist
And though the body sleeps the heart will never rest
Oh, let us turn our thoughts today
To martin luther king
And recognize that there are ties between us
All men and women
Living on the earth
Ties of hope and love
Sister and brotherhood
song performed by by James Taylor
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