Lonesome Refugee's Song
with purpled rage i strike the page,
with words i cant contain.
whether to justify or testify,
that lives be not lived in vain.
all that's strange, the cry for change,
the burned out buildings moan.
the tried and true, the old and new,
the lonesome refugee's song.
no need for preacher, or well paid teacher,
this blade against the wheel.
no vain illusions driven by confusion,
let us speak of what is real.
the blood stained hands of arrogant man,
that cannot be washed clean.
the hollow greed that takes from need,
the faces that haunt my dreams.
the cost of war, capitalism's whore,
driven by the oil that kills.
human rights, the common fight,
against those who take what they can steal.
the unborn child of meek and mild,
will never know the breast,
while pawns disguise the truth with lies,
hiding the sins they wont confess.
black and white, but day and night,
the blood of both runs red.
i hear the voices, the price of choices,
hear the lament of the dead.
religion's drugs, the fearful hugs,
can no longer fill the bowl.
the bodies frail, starvation's hell,
leave marks upon the soul.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Blood Stained
Atrocities
Made every day
Religiously
Their sins
They hide
Can never disguise
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
They wage their wars
Such profiteers
Will nail us all
Their crimes
Concealed
Despicably reveal
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained lies
They fire at will
Intent to kill
They have no conscience
They have no conscience
Ethnic cleansing nothing more!
Blood of nations blood of war
Turn blind eyes
From all your crimes
You bare our souls
Show no remorse
You cannot wash
The bloodstains off
They turn their backs
While others
Commit grisly acts
Were scared
For life
By politicians greedy
Blood stained hands
Blood stained times
Blood stained weapons
Blood stained crimes
Blood stained lands
Blood stained minds
Blood stained deeds
Blood stained lies
And while such predators
Stalk this earth
Disguised as saints
They kill our faith
Obsessed by greed
Lying through their teeth
They cannot wash
The blood stains off
song performed by by Judas Priest
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I Hear....
i hear the cry of a thousand naked voices.
i hear the sound of the turning wheels.
i hear the guns, and the moment after,
i hear the blood of bodies in the fields.
i hear the cry of babies without mothers,
i hear the hunger of faces without names.
i hear the whisper of god in the homeless,
the hearts of the poor in the falling rain.
i hear the truth beyond all lies,
i hear the hand that takes another.
i hear justice's cry for deliverance,
and the prayer of the stranger that is my brother.
i hear the hammer and wings of freedom,
i hear equality chanted and sang.
i hear the beat of life calling forward,
to dare, to give, tis not in vain!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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16 Penny Nails!
strong harsh words,
16 penny nails driven
by a big hammer....
truth tears at the flesh
of the lie and the liar!
things arent pretty anymore.
hurt is real!
homeless is real!
jobless is real!
hunger is real!
the streets are real!
prison is real!
prejudice, oppression,
hatred, violence....
people used, and thrown away!
persecution... over religion,
over sexual choice,
over political viewpoints....
wars fought over oil fields,
riot squads beating peaceful protestors...
women losing the rights
to their own bodies....
lonliness, suicide, drug addiction....
a harsh picture, faces put on bodies....
and yet beneath it all
there still lies a beauty...
all human beings, all human beings,
made in the image of God!
how can we not respect each other?
and how can we overlook....
the value of life?
with trembling hands wiping away
the blood, sweat, and urine of life...
trembling hands that when joined
become the hands of prayer!
16 penny nails, with heart!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't You Hear Jerusalem Moan
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't never let a chicken get big enough to crow
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Thank God there's a heaven and a ringing in my soul and my soul's got free
Don't you hear Jerusalem moan?
Well a hard-shell preacher you can tell him how he do
Well he chews his own tobacco and he drinks his own brew.
Well a Baptist preacher you can tell him by his coat
Has a bottle in his pocket that he can't hardly tote
Well a Cambellite preacher his soul is saved
Well he has to be baptized every other day
Well the Holy Roller preacher he sure is a sight
Well he gets em all a-rolling and he kicks out the light
Well the Presbyterian preacher he lives in town
His neck's so stiff he can't hardly look around.
song performed by by Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
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Driven By You
Words and music by brian may
Oh - everything I do I do for you
Oh yeah
We touch and youre afraid of me and
We burn and now Im at your feet
High speed,but you know youre in safe hands
In the dark we make a brighter light
From one spark to the horizon wide
We trust and together we tame the land - yeah
Youd be forgiven if you think youre dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Oh - come on babe
Oh well its tough to make a journey through
The right stuff is dead ahead of you and me
And you know weve still got time
Hold on tight to the driving wheel
This ride is really out of line
Raw deal, but theres no other thats worth a dime
You know I love you but you drive me crazy
cos youre saying all the things I want to say to you
You say
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (4x)
Everything we do is driven by you
Inner children lost their way
Now they know the price you pay
Im holding on to life with you
cos life without you just wont do
Driven by you
You know Im never going to know whos dreaming
But were working night and day to make a dream come true
- yeah
Everything I do is driven by you
Everything we do (8x)
Everything we do is driven by
Driven by
Driven by you
Oh - everything I do I do for you
song performed by by Queen
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The Nazi's Empire
People line up
Hands out
For just one life
A rope to climb the cliff that so many fell of and died
We built our bombs
We shot our guns
But still we sleep so sound
So many destroyed
How can we ignore the truth
Its our fault
A human meant to kill
A human meant to steal
What someday will be real?
Suck it all in
Devour everything
Then let it go the brain
Another high
Another thrill without a chemical or pill
A great life
Bodies everywhere
But don't despair
You live in luxury
We will clean this up for you
What is wrong with you
A serial killer in disguise
A politician making another transition
Nobody blinks an eye
Our ask why you are even here
Do you live off our fear?
Do we pay you for our protection?
do we pay you for the decisions you make and the lives they take
Crush our enemy
A demon on a white horse
Get our headings
We will ride the due course
A Nazi hidden behind the suit
Words so mesmerizing
They're our dreams
And you can't take them from me
For I'll never stop till the evil empire falls
No matter what it takes
To the sky full of heavens
To the pits of hell
Oh how the earth shakes
But still i will not waver
Not till I've become the savior
That no one remembers
Like the last mild december
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Freedom Rant.... (For Greg Uhan)
burn down, tear down,
empty buildings on fire.
wages getting smaller,
the cost keeps getting higher.
gasoline, political machine,
waiting to ignite.
the walking dead carry their beds,
two wrongs dont make a right.
unemployed, polaroids,
given to the flame.
drunk on fears, unspoken tears,
even hunger has a name.
gunpoint, tossed in the joint.
making meth in backseats.
bloody coins, where nothing joins,
bodies covered with sheets.
momma's grave, cant be saved,
redemption calls for blood.
funeral hymns, unpardonable sins,
caskets made of wood.
black face, white face,
poverty goes barefoot.
media lies, freedom dies,
all faces covered with soot.
women sold, sacrifice the old,
babies born on floors.
the price of life, a gun and a knife,
close the window, bolt the doors.
the few who stand, shifting sands,
burned at the stake.
carry the cross, pay the cost,
give more than they take.
for children unborn, shoes not yet worn,
god burns inside their eyes,
chains broken, guts and hopin',
eagles mourn the empty skies.
words of truth, from aged and youth,
open doors and break the chains.
good and bad, desperate and mad,
we are the coming change!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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So that you will hear me
So that you will hear me
my words
sometimes grow thin
as the tracks of the gulls on the beaches.
Necklace, drunken bell
for your hands smooth as grapes.
And I watch my words from a long way off.
They are more yours than mine.
They climb on my old suffering like ivy.
It climbs the same way on damp walls.
You are to blame for this cruel sport.
They are fleeing from my dark lair.
You fill everything, you fill everything.
Before you they peopled the solitude that you occupy,
and they are more used to my sadness than you are.
Now I want them to say what I want to say to you
to make you hear as I want you to hear me.
The wind of anguish still hauls on them as usual.
Sometimes hurricanes of dreams still knock them over.
You listen to other voices in my painful voice.
Lament of old mouths, blood of old supplications.
Love me, companion. Don't forsake me. Follow me.
Follow me, companion, on this wave of anguish.
But my words become stained with your love.
You occupy everything, you occupy everything.
I am making them into an endless necklace
for your white hands, smooth as grapes.
poem by Pablo Neruda
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Falling Down
falling down poets,
falling down rain,
falling down reactors,
falling down planes.
hollow men with masks,
hollow dreams, hollow drugs.
hollow patriots, hollow Jesus,
hollow bodies, hollow hugs.
drunk men drunk on power,
drunk preachers drunk on salvation.
drunk drivers lost in the night,
drunk politicians annebriate the nation.
lonely men carry the biggest guns,
lonely children follow behind.
lonely widows blame themselves,
lonely lovers lose their mind.
truth slaps against the glass,
truth breaks down the door.
truth never compromises....
truth kisses the vagabond,
..... and weds the whore....
truth breaks the greedy man,
.... burns down the house,
and feeds the poor!
falling down poets...
falling down rain.
falling down illusions,
falling down pain.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Rebel Son
Youre still young, still so sure
So determined you can find the cure
Youve always been the driven one
Speak your mind, rebel son
In your eyes, wildfires rage
You read between the lines on every page
Take your chances while youre young
Seek the truth, rebel son
Shatter the silence
Fill the night with your righteous defiance
While youve still got the will to run
*take your message to the street tonight -- rebel son
Theres a distant voice thats callin you --
Through the darkest night -- fight the fight -- rebel son
To yourself alone you must be true -- rebel son*
Stand your ground, against the tide
The proof of history is on your side
Fight the cause for everyone
Dare to dream -- rebel son
Shatter the silence
Fill the night with your righteous defiance
While youve still got the will to run
( * repeat)
In the dark, thunder in your heart
Cant you hear the sound and fury in the night
Feel the heat, rising from the street
Passion runs so deep
To match the fire in your eyes
( * repeat)
song performed by by Survivor
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Cry In The Night...
one last drink,
and a cobblestone prayer,
a hat creased by dreams,
boots made of flesh.
nickels and dimes,
revolution and light.
while shadows dance,
amid cobwebbed desires..
and the sparrow's lament,
mourns over buildings lost.
over lives soon forgotten,
over hunger and loss.
while the faces of children,
burned into the grain.
to the words of a god,
forgotten by name!
now liberty's nails,
rust beneath the load.
bodies piled on bodies,
under circling crows.
and justice lies beaten,
stripped in the alley.
while confusion reigns,
and indifference shouts!
who am I? ... you ask,
with threatening pose.
while the stink of your fear
burns books in the night...
i am the voice of your heart,
the dignity of your soul.
i am the cry in the darkness,
that bears your name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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An Emo's Prayer
If they ever cared and ever loved someone,
Then let them hear what they have done.
To me for a decade now,
Let them know it was they who made me take my final bow.
I am emo this is true,
But what have I ever done to you.
I sleep by a silver blade at night,
Holding it so tight.
With scarlet blood in my dreams,
Yet no sign of a holy beam.
I want them to know what I'm about to do,
And why they hurt me was pain longer over do.
The names they said to me for 10 years has been stuck inside my head,
Now they'll see me lye motionless in my bed.
They say that sticks and stones can break your bones and word shall never hurt you,
Yet the words did more than hurt me and gave pleasure to you too.
They wonder why I cut my wrist at night,
Why I hold on to my blade so tight.
I want to escape this pain in my life,
I will always cut with that knife,
Now tell me do you understand why I do this?
why the knife gives me such bliss?
It takes my pain away for a while.
And leaves me with a broken smile.
My time is up and I must leave.
Time for me to see.
I hear the angels bells,
Yet I'm heading towards hell.
poem by Alice Spakrs
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I Am..... (Feathered Wing)
i am the kiss of the feathered wing...
having no body i walk across oceans.
driven by ancestral blood i go deep in the mines,
listening for the voices of freedom.
i define hunger with faces and eyes,
i unload the gun, and tear down the idols.
i am the maker of mountains,
bare branches bringing forth leaves.
i am the winds of change,
the still small voice within.
i am the womb of the unborn child,
i am the casket, the forever dirt.
i am the groan of the lover left alone,
the shout of the old man's empty room.
i am the stink of poverty,
and the bitter taste of wealth.
i am money burning
on the altars of mankind.
i am the voice of the god
you no longer remember.
i am the touch that breaks down walls.
i am conversation without words,
i am black and white,
both male and female!
i am death unlike what you feared,
i am the bridge you're afraid to cross.
i am the pierced tongue,
and the language of birds.
i am the promised land
deep within you!
i am the wail of justice
during the height of the storm.
i am the storm, and the quiet that follows.
i am the end of human striving,
and the beginning of breath.
i am the price and the cost of condemnation.
i am the scriptures written in the grain of trees...
i am the hand that stills troubled waters.
i am nothing, came from nothing,
to nothing i return!
i am the sight that heals blindness,
the cure for the disease.
i am you...
evolving!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Well, It's Nuclear...
well, it's nuclear rain,
voices without names,
faces etched in pain,
lives given in vain,
it's nuclear rain.
well, it's nuclear night.
cant tell wrong from right,
hope is out of sight,
men stand alone and fight.
it's nuclear night.
well, it's nuclear stillness.
past the point of forgiveness..
the dying cry out to witness.
the ego driven illness.
it's nuclear stillness.
well, it's nuclear devastation.
the home divided by the nation.
the individual sold to exploitation.
to bondage and incarceration.
it's nuclear devastation.
well, it's nuclear hell.
the spirit put on sale.
the body just a shell.
the truth it cannot tell.
it's nuclear hell.
well, it's nuclear death,
fear steals the very breath.
everything taken nothing left.
child of Cain, child of Seth,
it's nuclear death.
well, it's the nuclear dawn,
all that ever was is gone.
the weak devoured by the strong,
god left to walk alone...
it's nuclear dawn!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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We Carry On
So we are ready for more adventures
No crystal ball to see the future
Driven by a need to create
On every mile we ride our fate
In my heart
In my soul
In my blood
In my bones
It really does make you feel strong
Like you would be forever young
Day after day sharing and giving
Reinventing the ways of thinking
In my heart
In my soul
In my blood
In my bones
In my hands
On my face
In my eyes
Heres my rage
This is our time
This is our song
This is our lives
We carry on
No need to say, its far from pure
Once youve touched it, there is no cure
We ride our way throughout the sun
We just got here, and now were gone
In my dreams
In my hope
In my fear
In my goals
In the sky
All around
In the light
Underground
This is our time
This is our song
This is our lives
We carry on
song performed by by Voivod
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Burn Black
Now you complain you say you want the keys
Over my dead body baby thats where theyll be
Forgive me now Ill just slit your neck
You say you remember baby you forget
Hey hey, this much is true
I never trusted you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Now I burn black for you
And Im trying just to forget
Never I wont
Never I wont
Never ever never
Saying things that you cant hear
My doll mouth to your deaf ear
Gushing up a violent smear
My doll mouth to your deaf ear
Hey, hey, this much is true
I never twisted you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Baby I burn black for you
No, I wont go down to it
Never I wont
Ever I wont
Never I wont never
Crawl right up the wall
And up the stairs
And down your hall
Now you beg and you want me
Over my dead body baby thats where Ill be
And you laugh at my disease
While sugar runs from my arteries
Hey, hey, this much is true
I never bothered you
Hey, hey, this much is true
Baby I burn black for you
And Im trying just to forget
Never I wont
Never I wont
Ever I wont never
Starts out like magic, some sick religion
That aint no vulture, thats a f***ing pigeon
Shes got vultures in her hair
And blood and feathers they are everywhere
You want retreat
Theyll be deep
Dig mine they choke and seep
Baby there, there is a room
Full of death and whores and truth
I am waiting in that room
I am dying in that room
Its all hoarse, its all pain
Its all disease, man its all the same
My little judaist
My little twin
Where you start thats where the night begins
She said, I want it now...
song performed by by Hole
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By The Fires Of Hell
i kissed the cyanide lips,
of the god of my childhood.
walked the desolate streets,
strewn with human refuse and garbage.
under the heavy curse
of false morality and judgement.
to the edge of town,
where the hanging tree stood.
the sweat stained pits,
of bodies faceless and rotting.
a black and white movie,
dirge of the pilgrim.
walls made of wax,
and ideals with numb fingers.
church bells ringing,
forever just ringing!
why is it true souls are always homeless?
i hear the voices, i feel the weeping.
poverty breaks the glass,
and hunger melts the candle.
when sins become as real as death!
so who pays the price?
and who bears the load?
in the end we are always naked!
i wait beneath the tree,
by the shadow of the rope.
whose hands? my hands?
whose retribution? my guilt?
then soft as the wind,
and light formed from shadows...
i hear the voice of the Lover,
calling, from beyond the door!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Can't Kill Rock And Roll
How many times can they fill me with lies
And I listen, again
Twisting the truth
And they're playin' around with my head O.K.
The things they will do
And the things they will say
When they don't really understand
Tears fill my eyes when I hear all the cries
For the reason today
And they don't really know
Even what they're talkin' about
And I can't imagine what empty heads can achieve.
Leave me alone
Don't want your promises no more
'Cause rock'n'roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change,
May think it's strange
You can't kill rock'n'roll
It's here to stay.
Looking through eyes of time
Mirrors reflecting their
stories untrue
Promises promises,
Telling me all of my glories overdue.
How many times have I heard it before
And I'll probably hear it again
King of a thousand knights,
Pawn in a table fight Losing to you.
And they don't really know
Even what they're talkin' about
And I can't imagine what empty heads can achieve.
Leave me alone
Don't want your promises no more
'Cause rock'n'roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change,
May think it's strange
You can't kill rock'n'roll it's here to stay.
Even the rhymes that they give me in times of confession
ain't true
Outcome is obvious
All for them none for us meaning you too
The things they will do
And the things they will say
When they don't really understand
Fear of rejection I need their protection
I'm making a stand
And they don't really know
Even what they're talkin' about
And I can't imagine what empty heads can achieve.
Leave me alone
Don't want your promises no more
'Cause rock'n'roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change,
May think it's strange
You can't kill rock'n'roll it's here to stay
Leave me alone
Don't want your promises no more
'Cause rock'n'roll is my religion and my law
Won't ever change,
May think it's strange
You can't kill rock'n'roll it's here to stay
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne
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Lives In The Balance
Ive been waiting for something to happen
For a week or a month or a year
With the blood in the ink of the headlines
And the sound of the crowd in my ear
You might ask what it takes to remember
When you know that youve seen it before
Where a government lies to a people
And a country is drifting to war
And theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who send the guns
To the wars that are fought in places
Where their business interest runs
On the radio talk shows and the t.v.
You hear one thing again and again
How the u.s.a. stands for freedom
And we come to the aid of a friend
But who are the ones that we call our friends--
These governments killing their own?
Or the people who finally cant take any more
And they pick up a gun or a brick or a stone
There are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
Theres a shadow on the faces
Of the men who fan the flames
Of the wars that are fought in places
Where we cant even say the names
They sell us the president the same way
They sell us our clothes and our cars
They sell us every thing from youth to religion
The same time they sell us our wars
I want to know who the men in the shadows are
I want to hear somebody asking them why
They can be counted on to tell us who our enemies are
But theyre never the ones to fight or to die
And there are lives in the balance
There are people under fire
There are children at the cannons
And there is blood on the wire
song performed by by Jackson Browne
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Emo Genocide
We lie motionless on the cold wet ground
Hands bound behind our back blindfolds over our eyes
Left to rot out bodies never to be found
Just because we where the ones to question your lies
Our hair covers our now blood stained blindfolds
Clean crisp bullet holes mark each of our foreheads
Murdered because of our choice not to follow the rules of old
Now thousands of us are hiding or are already dead
We've been targeted like Jehovah's Witnesses during the holocaust
I watched so many old friends led to there impending death
Every single one of us refuse to change even if our lives are lost
Even if tomorrow we may breath out last breath
Even if all of us are killed we'll never truly die
Because there will still be girls and boys just like us
Who will one day challenge you and expose all of your lies
And those select few will fight to the death
You'll never be able to truly stamp us out
The thought's we've instilled will never die
It's a losing battle and you'll lose without a doubt
People will all know of your disgusting lie
poem by Patrick Shields
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