In A Forbidden Tongue...
they set their dogs
on some poor creature...
sitting on hell's stoop,
drinking budweisers and smoking pall mall's.
dirt faced kids playing with broken glass...
god dreams of napalm,
while rats sing of glory!
and old men with erections
write journels of philosophy;
while old women knit graveclothes,
grounded in scriptures and wills.
still young men go to war,
without rhyme or reason....
lost in the musk of wonder,
in a cave with no lantern.
did god thus ordain the cruelty of men,
or did dysfunctional men so ordain god?
while that which breathes, suffers, and bleeds,
seeps into the grasses like forgotten dew.
i light a marlboro, pray for bourbon,
grieve for their dogs...
with arthritic fingers,
and webbed feet... in a forbidden tongue!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Drinking With The Devil
I never felt like this before
I think Im gonna explode
Had so much I couldnt take no more
Im heading for an overload
Oh no here I go
I can see the end
Looked around and I heard the sound
Of have one more my friend
Drinking with the devil
Gonna raise some hell
Im just a rock and roll rebel
Got my soul to sell
Out all night till the sun comes up
You know Im never gonna learn
Raise my glass and fill my cup
Im playing with fire
And Im gonna get burned
Like before he walked through the door
A glass was in his hand
Sat me down and poured me one more
And said Im at you command
And I was drinking with the devil
Gonna raise some hell
Im just a rock and roll rebel
Got my world to sell
Out all night till the sun comes up
You know Im never gonna learn
Raise my glass and fill my cup
Im playing with fire
And Im gonna get burned
Like before he walked through the door
A glass was in his hand
Sat me down and poured me one more
And said Im at your command yes I am
Drinking with the devil
Gonna raise some hell
Im just a rock and roll rebel
Got my soul to sell
Drinking with the devil
You know I had my fill
Drinking with the devil
And he sticks me with the bill
song performed by by Rainbow
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Pour Me A Glass
Once upon a time I was sitting by,
A bottle of wine and all I knew was i,
I was gonna sip it down in a little while,
I drink it glass for glass but theres no reason why,
The bottle of wine has a taste so fine,
It makes feel good, it makes me blow my mind,
I cannot stop pour me another glass,
I would if I could, but now I need it fast,
I lost my friends, nobody holds my hand,
Like a lonley stranger in a long lost land,
I felt the feelings no one ever has,
Bartender, pour me a glass!
Chorus:
Pour me a glass, pour me a glass of a bottle wine...
Im drinking, Im not drinking, I cant tell you why,
How it started, how it ends but I do deny,
That I wanna ruin my life but now I wanna dive,
Into the silent ocean where there is no cry,
For hope, for me that I cannot see,
But if I faced the facts and go inside of me,
I would see myself, my own reality,
I would see myself, my own insanity,
Scared to move another step ahead,
I would lose the strength so I will fast forget,
What I do to myself, why dont you take a guess,
Bartender, pour me a glass!
Chorus...
song performed by by H-BlockX
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Smokin The Herb Again
Yo yo yo, yo, yo yo what
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Damn, I really wish I could find my sack man
Must have got eaten by pac-man
If I had it I could smoke again
Smoke with my friends to the very end
But now Im trying to comprehend
Whens the next time that Ill smoke again
I need to know, please tell when will we smoke again
I got a buddy, his name is ted
Hes got a problem going through his head
He doesnt know how to puff puff give
But I like so Ill teach him and Ill let him live
Everyday we teach him right
When he divides, we have to fight
But at the end of the trying day
We says its ok and we puff away
Just the other night, I saw you, you were smokin not sharing and being tight
But thats ok, you are my friend, well smoking until the very end
The lessons that we put out, we order you to try it out
Its nice to smoke, yea thats what were all about
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Hey, ho, hey ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho, hey, ho
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking everywhere
I smoke, you smoke, we smoke, they smoke, smoking all together
Smoking
Were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
Were smoking, were smoking, were smoking the herb again
song performed by by Incubus
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Pulling Habits Out of Rats
I’m no genie or Houdini,
I’m The Famous Rob Kabob.
Hocus-pocus I must focus,
I must think to do my job.
First I get in this position,
While the rat sits very still.
I’m part Shrink and part Magician,
And it takes a secret skill.
People ask, 'Rob what’s your job? '
But they figure I am joking,
When I tell them I help rats
To stop drinking and stop smoking.
Some rats are such nail-biters,
Still others tend to overeat.
I wave my magic wand 3 times,
And PRESTO my work is complete.
I no longer miss my old job,
Pulling RABBITS out of HATS.
I’m The Famous Rob Kabob,
I pull HABITS out of RATS!
poem by ToddMichael St. Pierre
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Slave To The Wage
Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Sick and tired of maggies farm
Shes a bitch with broken arms to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die
Burn away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
song performed by by Placebo
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Poor Poor Kids
Be quiet! Don't make a sound!
Speak when you're spoken to!
What awful fearful bounds
Speaking only on cue
Poor poor kids
You can't go out and play today!
It's punishment, unfitting the crime
This parental power display
For kids, like serving hard-time
Poor poor kids
Adults wield such power
They must be listened to
They can their poor kids cower
As they dim their kids world view
Power seeds have been sown
Hopefully they'll not sprout
So when kids are fully grown
Their kids will not self doubt
poem by Stanley Cooper
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A Victim of The Unseen Corner of Life
everyday i used to see her,
sitting on the sand,
playing with the dust of dreams..
her loneliness is growing up with her..
the other kids are playing on th field..
her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun..
her sad look falls down on the ground..
days went by..
none is there..
next the door..
they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where?
my little poor girl!
they hide her
in a tight room,
with her epilepsy,
with that monster
c
r
y
i
n
g
in silence..
12 years old
and the story of her cold
had been told
but they just said (her fate)
NO..!
it's not a fate
to live alone
in that pain...
it's not a fate
to feel nothing
except the four walls...
it's not a fate
to lose her happinness
next that door...
it's not a fate
to have none
by her side...
it's not a fate
to be frightened
in her little age...
it's not a fate
to be different
from the others
to see the future
as mirage...
It Is Not A Fate..!
it's not...!
there is a story behind
this fate;
it's their fault..
their own fault...
as once they killed her peace
before 8 dark scary years...!
poem by True Little Angel
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Our last tango
I feel so lonely
In this room for two
Smoking your thoughts
And drinking your dreams
We're still in that Paris
Our Paris
Even we didn't dance yet
Our last tango
You're my sitting stone
I'm your throne
Just open your petrified heart
Only for a second
To understand
That stupid metaphor
Of being together
Which means
Occasionally
Love
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Future Legend
And in the death
As the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches in temperance building
High on poachers hill
And red mutant eyes gaze down on hunger city
No more big wheels
Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split into small tribes
Coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of love-me avenue
Ripping and rewrapping mink and shiny silver fox, now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald
Any day now
The year of the diamond dogs
song performed by by David Bowie
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Love Is Hell
There's strange weather in the back of the room
And she's pretty, Jesse's spinning the tunes
Eyelashes, and some white leather boots
God, what have I been drinking?
I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around
I could be anything, anything but sticking around
Love is hell
Love is hell
Love is . . . hell
Is . . .hell
It's raining, I can see it outside
Funny I'm still in it
Just sitting here with Johnny and Raph'
Untll the room starts spinning
I could be serious but I'm just kiddin' around
I could be anything, nothing, whatever, oh well
Love is hell
Love is hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Love is . . . hell
Is . . . hell
song performed by by Ryan Adams
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Off The Glass
Man
I'm forcin it that uh
I have the talent
And hey
[Xscape:]
he's the B-O you know that he's off the glass
BW: yes i've been this way ever since I was a baby
O-H-I-O bringin down the stash
BW: for all my dogs all the kids all my ladies
[Bow Wow:]
It's the B-O you know that I'm off the glass
reprasentin so so we maki that cash
It's a little pup now everybody wanna be hustlas
Earned my stripes from the platinum MIC
Now what's up 1-2-3 times and still countin
How many time do I keep ya bouncin
Wait let me think ever since My interlude
not a day goes by that you won't see me on the tube
Big thangs for a little big man
Still rock the mickey but I had to go and cop that big dog chain
Big dog earings
I'ma do my thang
So when you see me on the streets
You see that big dog bling
When I crossed out yo' bak
It's gotta be up in it
If the ride ain't tinted
If I forget to mention
It's all about the benjamins Somebody betta tell em
[Chours]
[Xscape:]
he's the B-O you know that he's off the glass
BW: yes i've been this way ever since I was a baby
O-H-I-O bringin down the stash
BW: Tell em who I am 4 those that don't know
from the O-H-I-O bringin down th stash
For all my dogs all the kids all my ladies
[Bow Wow:]
I'm from the O-H-I-O
Doggy Bag near you movin outthe sto'
ya'll know know how I do it
I keep em on the flo
Hands up knees bent have em' yelin So So!
2 way onte side of my Girbauds
Forces on my feet
song performed by by Lil' Bow Wow from Doggy Bag
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Mr. Songman
(words & music by donnie summer)
Here's another dime for you, mr. songman
Sing the loneliness of broken dreams away, if you can
Yes it's only me and you, mr. songman
Take away the night sing away my hurt, mr. songman
In your ivory covered house, safe behind your walls of glass
You keep staring back at me like a memory from the past
Won't you sing me away to a summer night
Let me hold you in my arms again
I know memory's not re-living
But at least it's not the end
Here's another dime for you mr. songman
Sing the loneliness of broken dreams away, if you can
Yes it's only me and you, mr. songman
Won't you take away the night, sing away my hurt, mr. songman
Won't you sing me away to a summer night
Let me hold her in my arms again
Take away the night sing away my hurt, mr. songman
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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September 11...
gray pall
broken glass falling
myriad reflections
showing horrors
flashes bright
bodies fall
buildings fall
hearts fall
innocence gone
edifice economic
smoking rubble
wounded soul
America died
America reborn
cruel phoenix
angrily crying
vowing vengeance
smashing eggs
mangling nest
eagle cries
ever proud
-STD '05
poem by Stephen De Marino
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Running Rats
Each journey undertaken
Each shaken from our roots
Each boot all clean the dirt to wipe
Slides across another windows pain
We laughed and loved and ate our souls
And then lost ourselves in asking
The questions moon is waxing
And painting us a face.
I see in air vibrations there
And calling we are gods
Of all the dreams that have come now lost and found
Torn and beaten on the humble ground
That sits beneath defiant sky
All void the emptiness of knowing
All rivers flowing into source
And force of waters pouring
Rush the heart the blood is soaring
Into levels all dimensions set in ever changing shades.
Then digging deep with diamond spades
We catch the memory in the shade
Of living in the summer,
And sinking in the fade
So running rats
The cat to catch, the dogs to howl and cry
Sitting here the devils spear
Is surely in my side
Sitting here or standing tall the wall is fast becoming
The one and only thing i see
The world so slowly numbing
Reality this fantasy society created
All I am the one I know
The one the world has painted
poem by David Lacey
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Admit The Rat (Interlude)
I got a story
bout all these rats
all the sewer rats
all these gun rats
im talkin bout all these gold diggen rats
these hood rats
my grandmothers a rat
she's just an old school rat
my mothers a rat
she's just a high class rat
my sisters rats
she's just a middle class rat
my cousins rats
they just low class rats
im tired of rats tryin to get into my boyz pockets
im tired of rats tryin to ride around in my cars
im tired of rats talkin all that jibber jabber to their friends
but ond day these rats are gonna be straight
no diss to rats
cuz there are some rats that i love too
my message to you today is admit the rat in you
to all women admitt the rat in you
admit the rat in you
admit the rat in you
admit the rat in you
song performed by by Next
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Napalm Star
You're the Napalm Star
Climbing ladders
Hopping across platforms
Running the many distances
Hang on to the rail
Hang on to the side
Blast away evil
We're waiting for you to weather the storm, Napalm Star
Myself as well as many others
The mavericks know who you are
The mavericks would love to make you a part of the stars
We're counting on you
Napalm Star
You're a good one
Napalm Star
poem by Justin Gildow
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Things I Miss The Most
I swear I gave up drinkin';
Sometimes I have no choice,
After singin' hard, six nights straight,
A little sip sure helps my voice.
Don't get me wrong, I love these songs,
An' I know I've got it made.
Sometimes my mind starts driftin',
When I'm up here on the stage.
To that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill.
To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that tractor in the field.
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most.
Yeah, the hardest bthing I have to do,
Is hang up this telephone.
There's so much left to talk about,
An' I been gone so long.
So put them kids on one more time,
Before they go to sleep.
And, baby, no, no matter where I go,
All that I can see,
Is that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill.
To those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that tractor in the field.
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most.
The things I miss the most.
The things I miss the most.
An' it's killin'me:
I hate to leave this family that you've given me,
God only knows, I hate to go,
So hold me close and let me let you know,
About the things I miss the most.
Instrumental Break.
People always ask me,
After every show,
"Of all the places that you've ever been,
"What's your favorite place to go?"
It's that last half-mile of dirt road,
An' that oak tree on the hill.
An' those dogs out, barkin' in the yard,
An' that ol' tractor in the field.
An' them kids up on the front porch,
Screamin': "Mamma, Daddy's home!"
When I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
'Bout the things I miss the most.
While I'm out here, I'm just thinkin',
About the things I miss the most.
Oh, ooh.
song performed by by Van Zant
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Toddlers
When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand,
but at bathing time every toddler is in rebellion.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
children build astonishing roads and dams
and with soldiers they want to free each other.
When it comes to playing in the dirt
you will find children everywhere in the sand.
poem by Gert Strydom
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Admit The Rat
I got a story
Bout all these rats
All the sewer rats
All these gun rats
Im talkin bout all these gold diggen rats
These hood rats
My grandmothers a rat
Shes just an old school rat
My mothers a rat
Shes just a high class rat
My sisters rats
Shes just a middle class rat
My cousins rats
They just low class rats
Im tired of rats tryin to get into my boyz pockets
Im tired of rats tryin to ride around in my cars
Im tired of rats talkin all that jibber jabber to their friends
But ond day these rats are gonna be straight
No diss to rats
Cuz there are some rats that I love too
My message to you today is admit the rat in you
To all women admitt the rat in you
Admit the rat in you
Admit the rat in you
Admit the rat in you
song performed by by Next
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Rzhepicks(4)
If you are a good lad
Every child should call you dad.
***
I will not give up drinking
But I will go on thinking
If I should give up smoking.
***
Everyone has to know,
Our life is not a show.
If you chose a husband or a wife
If you want to enjoy your life
She or he has to be your life partner
And not your life owner.
***
After drinking Russian vodka
An Englishman from Yorkshire dialect
Has broken into debauchire dialect.
***
After drinking whisky
Some men are so frisky,
But some are so boring,
All night snoring.
***
©Larisa Rzhepishevska
January the 15th,2011
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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