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Ezra on the Strike

Wal, Thanksgivin' do be comin' round.
With the price of turkeys on the bound,
And coal, by gum! Thet were just found,
Is surely gettin' cheaper.

The winds will soon begin to howl,
And winter, in its yearly growl,
Across the medders begin to prowl,
And Jack Frost gettin' deeper.

By shucks! It seems to me,
That you I orter be
Thankful, that our Ted could see
A way to operate it.

I sez to Mandy, sure, sez I,
I'll bet thet air patch o' rye
Thet he'll squash 'em by-and-by,
And he did, by cricket!

No use talkin', he's the man -
One of the best thet ever ran,
Fer didn't I turn Republican
One o' the fust?

I 'lowed as how he'd beat the rest,
But old Si Perkins, he hemmed and guessed,
And sed as how it wuzn't best
To meddle with the trust.

poem by Ezra Pound
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Inner Radio

A girl, in this world
She's all alone, her friends they all turn
their backs at her
Walkin' down her hometown streets
With headphones playin' some oldskool beats
Her baggy pants, crazy hair
She's called a "freak" and thet's not fair
The other day she pierced her nose
But anyway...
Ref:
They don't understand
Thet she prefers it her own way
Different from the rest
Doesn't care what people say
Not dressing to impress
But tryin' to follow her own heart
You listen to its sound
Turn on your inner radio
So go, don't say "no"
To what you feel is right for you
And just like that girl in her world
Is feelin' free and happy
What you got to do is:
Break the rules, don't waste your time
Get a tattoo
And remember that whatever you do
Just be yourself
'Cos anyway...
Ref
Inner radio
Inner radio

song performed by by Vanilla Ninja
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To Jessica, Gone Back To The City

Sence fair Jessica hez left us
Seems ez ef she hed bereft us,
When she went, o’ half o’ livin’;
Fer we never knowed she’d driven
Into us so much content,
Till fair Jessica hed went.
(Knowed a feller once thet cried
When his yaller dog hed died.)

We hain’t near ez bright an’ chirky,
An’ the sun shines blue an’ murky,
Kind o’ sadly an’ dishearted,
Like ets sperret bed departed;
Just ez ef ets joy bed ceased
Sence fair Jessica ’s gone East.
(Not but what ets always sober
Sort o’ weather in October.)

Then the posies, too, seems human,
An’ hez all quit o’ their bloomin’;
An’ the trees they show a pallor
An’ hey turned a heart-sick yaller,
Sayin’, 'No use livin’ on
Ef fair Jessica hez gone.'
(Folks thet knows sez this ez all
Very common in the fall.)

Truth ez, I’m a-feelin’ sadly;
Things ez goin’ kind o’ badly
Round my heart an’ other vitals
(Brings on poetry recitals
O’ my woes ‘most ev’ry day)
Sence fair Jessica’s away.
(Kind o’ think thet I will haf ter
Smoke a leetle less hereafter.)

But, with fun aside, you know,
We’re blamed sorry she must go;
An’ we hope she’ll think, maybe,
‘Z well o’ us ez we o’ she.

poem by Ellis Parker Butler
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How Deacon Fry Bought A Duchess

It sorter skeer'd the neighbours round,
For of all the 'tarnal set thet clutches
Their dollars firm, he wus the boss;
An' yet he went and byed a 'Duchess.'
I never will forget the day
He druv her from the city market;
I guess thar warn't more'n two
Thet stayed to hum thet day in Clarket.

And one of them wus Gran'pa Finch,
Who's bed-rid up to Spense's attic:
The other Aunt Mehitabel,
Whose jints and temper is rheumatic.
She said she 'guessed that Deacon Fry
Would some day see he'd done more fitter
To send his dollars savin' souls
Than waste 'em on a horn'd critter!'

We all turn'd out at Pewse's store,
The last one jest inside the village;
The Jedge he even chanc'd along,
And so did good old Elder Millage.
We sot around on kegs and planks,
And on the fence we loung'd precarious;
The Elder felt to speak a word,
And sed his thoughts wus very various.

He sed the Deacon call'd to mind
The blessed patriarchs and their cattle;
'To whose herds cum a great increase
When they in furrin parts did settle.'
We nodded all our skulls at this,
But Argue Bill he rapped his crutches;
Sed he, 'I guess they never paid
Five hundred dollars for a 'Duchess.''

Bill and the Elder allers froze
To subjects sorter disputatious,
So on the 'lasses keg they sot,
And had an argue fair and spacious.
Good land! when Solon cum in sight,
By lawyer Smithett's row o' beeches;
His black span seemed to crawl along
Ez slow ez Dr. Jones's leeches.

Sez Sister Fry, who was along,
'I sorter think my specs is muggy;
'But Solon started out from hum
'This mornin' in the new top buggy.
'Jeddiah rid old chestnut Jim,
'An' Sammy rid the roan filly;
'I told 'em when they started off
'It looked redikless, soft and silly,

'To see three able-bodied men
'An' four stout horses drive one critter;
'O land o' song! will some one look?
'From hed to foot I'm in a twitter.'
Wal, up we swarm'd on Pewse's fence,
And Bill he histed on his crutches;
We all was curus to behold
The Deac's five hundred dollar 'Duchess.'

I've heerd filosofurs declar,
This life be's kind o' snarly jinted;
And every human standin' thar
Felt sorter gin'ral disappointed.
What sort o' crazy animile
Hed got the Deacon in its clutches?
They cum along in spankin' style--
Old Solon and his sons and 'Duchess.'

Her heels wus up, her hed wus down,
An or'nary cross-gritted critter
As ever browsed around the town,
And kept the women folks a-twitter,
A-boostin' up the garding rails,
And browsin' on the factory bleachin',
And kickin' up the milkin' pails:
Bill he riz up, ez true ez preachin'.

Sez he, excited like, 'I'll 'low,
To swaller both these here old crutches-
Ef thet ain't Farmer Slyby's cow,
Old Bossie turn'd inter a 'Duchess!'
Wal,'twus k'rect! The Deacon swore
Some hefty swars and sot the clutches
Of law to work; but seed no more
The chap thet sold him thet thar 'Duchess.'

poem by Isabella Valancy Crawford
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Just Him

His pale skin sends me the chills,
His coal black hair gives me the thrills.
His blue eyes get my attention,
His big hands help my direction.
His soflt smiles help with my fears,
His light frown sends me to tears.
His arms as thet rape around me, will never keep us apart,
His bright face will be in my heart.
His funny laugh will keep us all jumping,
Just him, will kepp my heart pumping.

poem by Emily Delorme
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Paw

Haw!
Ai've just obteened a pension for mai Paw.
And you should hev seen the people that were theah.
Re-ally, it was surpraising!
Maind, Ai am not criticaising,
But it was embarrassing, Ai do decleah.
Ai met the Snobson-Smythes and Toady-Browns, and many moah
Belonging to ouah set; and wondahed what they came theah foah.

And, of course, Ai didn't say a word of Paw.
Ai rather think they've nevah heard of Paw.
But Ai thought it well to mention
That Ai came to get the pension
For an aged person who had worked for Maw.
The Snobson-Smythes said, 'Fancy! That is just why we came dahn.'
But Ai've heard they hev a mothah hidden somewheah out of tahn.

Haw!
Ai do deserve some gratitude from Paw.
To think what Ai've gone thro' foah him to-day!
Mixing with the lowah classes-
And Ai never saw such masses
Of disreputable creatuahs, Ai must say.
Imposters, Ai've no doubt, if most of them were but unmasked.
And then, the most humiliating questions Ai was asked!

Yes, he forced me to admit it was foah Paw.
Asked me, brutally, if it was foah mai Paw.
Some low-bred official fellow,
Who conversed in quaite a bellow,
And he patronised me laike a high Bashaw.
And his questions, rudely personal, Ai hardly could enduah.
The Government should teach its people mannahs, Ai am suah!

Haw!
Ai'm glad we've got the pension foah Pooah Paw.
His maintenance has been - O, such a strain.
Ouah establishment's extensive
And exceedingly expensive,
As mai husband has remawked taime and again.
It's quaite a miracle how Ai contrive to dress at all.
He cut me dahn to twenty guineas for last Mayoral Ball!

And it's such a boah to hev to think of Paw
To hev a secret skeleton laike Paw.
Paw, you know, was once a diggah,
And he cuts no social figgah.
And his mannahs! O, they touch us on the raw.
Of course, we're very fond of him, and all thet sort of thing;
But we couldn't hev him - could we? - when theah's naice folk visiting.

Haw!
It's cost us pawnds and pawnds to care foah Paw.
And then, it is so hard to keep him dawk.
Why, no later then last Mond'y,
Ai was out with Lady Grundy,
When we ran raight into him outsaide the Pawk.
Goodness knows! Ai managed, somehow, to elude him with a nod,
And Ai said he was a tradesman; but she must hev thought it odd.

You can't picture the ubiquity of Paw,
And he's really very obstinate, is Paw.
Why, he held to the contention
That this most convenient pension
Was a thing he hadn't any raight to draw!
He said we'd kept him eighteen months, and ought to keep him yet.
But mai husband soon convinced him that he couldn't count on thet.

Haw!
He was a pioneah, you know, mai Paw.
But of mai early laife Ai never tell.
Paw worked, as Ai hev stated;
And he had us educated;
And, later on, Ai married rather well.
And then, you know, deah Paw became - er - well, embarrassing.
For he is so unconventional and - all thet sort of thing.

But the Government has taken ovah Paw.
We are happy now we've aisolated Paw.
And a bettah era's dawning,
For mai husband said this mawning
Thet the money saved would buy a motah-caw.
Paw was so good to us when we were young, that, you'll allow,
It's really taime the Government did something foah him now.

poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Thank The Geckos

Thank the geckos for bringing smiles
thank the geckos for all the while.
All the while they are here on Earth
geckos are special from thet time of their birth.
Thank the geckos, for they feel too
thank the geckos who help you.
Geckos help you when you are feeling blue
I know they were there for me this summer
that much is true.
So thank the geckos one more time
thank the geckos who are divine.

poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Bloop

I'm walking down the hallway,
of MY school,
and everyone knows my name,
it's like they know a person,
who said hi to me once,
because they did my homework for me,
and all of a suden were friends...
were not,
why does every one have to know my name,
i mean why cant..four people know my name,
that's only four hello's in the morning,
and four goodbyes at night,
but no,
of course not,
i must know everyone and have some intimate bond with them because they desire attetnion,
I do not want attention,
i do not desire attention, and i do not need attention,
why does everyone give me so much...
it's like the people are sucking the life out of me,
they all know my first,
and last name,
HOW do they know that,
sometimes i even forget thet..
well not really,
but I don't know anyone's name

poem by Sandra jacks
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Tired Of Gettin Nowhere

Chorus:
Im tired of gettin nowhere, wish I was inspired, but its just not there
I hope this doesnt last, cause Im tired of gettin nowhere fast
Woke up this morning and went back to sleep
The sun was pourin and the rain was gettin deep
I dont know what Im supposed to do
cause everywhere I turn, I wind up headin back to you
I dont know how long I will lay here in this bed
Staring at the ceiling, going crazy in my head
Got to find some meaning, some kind of reason to go on
The only one I had was you and now youre gone, and
Chorus
My friends all tell me I should mellow out
Surely Ive got better things to think about
Must be something I can find to help me lose these blues
But the only thing thats on my mind, is standing in your shoes
Chorus
Youd think by now Id be exactly where I want to be
Got what I need, know what I need to know
Im all dressed up but without you theres nowhere to go
(solo)
Ooh, youd think by now Id be exactly where I want to be
Got what I need, know what I need to know
Im all dressed up but without you theres nowhere to go
And Im so tired of gettin nowhere
Wish I was inspired, but its just not there
I hope this doesnt last, cause Im tired of gettin
Tired of gettin, tired of gettin nowhere
Im tired of gettin nowhere, so real tired of gettin nowhere
Tired of gettin nowhere, tired, tired of gettin
Im tired of gettin nowhere, ooh yeah, wont you say it, ooh yeah
Tired of gettin nowhere fast - get some rest!

song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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Times Gettin Tougher Than Tough

A well moneys gettin cheaper
Price is gettin steeper
I found a little woman
But I just couldnt keep her
Times gettin tougher than tough
Times gettin rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
I just keep spendin the stuff
Oh well pork chops on the market
Ask the butcher for a pound
I couldnt get no pork chop
When I laid my money down
Times gettin tougher than tough
Times gettin rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
I just keep spendin the stuff
(instrumental)
Oh well the politicans say
Get the people on their feet
They wanna cut the price
And let the people eat
Times gettin tougher than tough
The times gettin rougher than rough
But I make alot of money
Just keep spendin the stuff
Well I cant afford to live
I guess Ill have to try
Undertakers got a union
And it cost too much to die
Times gettin tougher than tough
Well times gettin rougher than rough
Well I make alot of money
Just keep spendin the stuff

song performed by by Van Morrison
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FC Barcelona

Always a title
They always win
You all know they're name
Is Barcelona football team

Barca's players are the greatest
This is possible
They're a perfect team
And they're unstpable

Barca's coach is doing his best
And players are showing it
The team is not playing for money
And they're trip is always sunny

Barcelona, Barcelona
A name thet all world know
All are watching it
They're game is like a TV show

poem by Altin Gojani
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Me! ! Alone..

I was alone from the begining, but my mind didn't know that
i was alone from the begining, but my feelings didn't express that
i was alone from the begining, but my song didn't sounds that
i was alone from the begining, but my body didn't hurt that

but now my songs and feelings...
but now my mind and body...
shivers..trumbles...raors...
'I am alone...alone in this world'

thoughts and thoughts on that fact
paved me to...you are grown
your body and mind is grown
your words and songs sounds growth!

Growth? if this growth made me..sad!
i want regrowth! just not to remeber
Thet i am alone...alone in this world
lots songs with me...but not alone....

poem by Farzana Fathima
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The Power

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I've got the power, uh
I've got the power
I've got the power, wa-wa-what-what, uh
I've got the power, woah-oh-oh
Like the crack of the whip I attack
Front to back in this thing called rap
Dig it like a shovel rhyme devil
On a heavenly level
Bang the bass, turn up the treble
Radical mind day and night all the time
Seven to fourteen wise divine
Maniac brainiac winning the game
I'm the lyrical Jesse James
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what you got?
I've got the power, yeah
I've got the power, say it loud
I've got the power, uh, say what
I've got the power, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
Quality, I possess some say I'm fresh
When my voice goes through the mesh
Of the microphone that I am holdin'
Copywritten lyrics so they can't be stolen
If they are, H-Blockx
Don't need the police to try to save them
Your voice will sink so please, stay off my back
Or I will attack and you don't want that
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, what you got, what you got, what you got?
I've got the power, come on
I've got the power, wa-wa-what, what you got?
I've got the power, get up
I've got the power, and you know that's right, yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin'
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' kinda heavy
It's gettin' it's gettin' it's gettin' it's

song performed by by H-BlockX
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Drowing, not Smiling

Sorrow deepens as the waves
engulve the land.
I perch on thet forest floor and cry.
Water flows out of my view.
Birds deliberatly sit at the edge of my sorrow-
as dogs lick my sorrow away.
And i fly with the wind
like ghosts whom stare out
in the open sky.
Shortly the land beyond is covered
with tears of my soul.
I drowned in sorrow,
and soon the water evaporates
with the sun.
As i lie on my back
the unclouded eyes,
smiled joyously;
traces of sorrow were
to be found, on my soul-
yet i felt free, uplifted:
and i was not drowning-
but smiling.

poem by Celine Berghmans
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Hear It

Like a morning crow and his unwelcome song
Or a worn-out broken record that keeps skipping along
Mountains of instructions you keep piling on me
Resound like a cacophonous symphony
But I don't wanna hear it anymore
Priests and politicians pretend they're your friend
And police speak to you like you're a child again
Blanket statements cover you like a rug
And thet tell me maybe I'm acting a little too smug
But I don't wanna hear it anymore
Every day we hear the secrets of life
Reduced to cheap jokes

song performed by by Bad Religion
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Drunk On Grieving

we get so drunk
in our own personal grieving:

lost loves, lost family members,
lost jobs, lost houses, lost dreams....

we forget thet grieving
is a part of the human condition....

and most important, we
are a part of the human condition!

that which hurts one hurts all.
healing is a joint endeavor!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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Pain Is

pain is what i go through everyday
pain is just being me
pain hurts once its in you
pain is painful
pain makes you sufer
pain makes you want to cry
pain makes you want to scream
pain takes control
pain makes others hate you
pain makes you mad
pain makes you want to hide or runaway
pain want let you sleep
pain makes you want to stab yourself
but your love ones stop you
they show how much that they care
and thet they love you

poem by Melissa Dixon
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Miss Me Blind

Miss me
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me blind
Chorus 1:
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me
I know youll miss me blind
Bet you got a good gun
Bet you know how
To have some fun
And then
You turn it around on me
Because Im better
Than the rest of the men
Chorus 2:
I say youll miss me
And you always do
I say youll miss me
Now would I lie to you
Now theres no need
To demand
Grab my golden hand
Ill teach you
And youll never be sure
If the way that you need
Is too much like greed
Decide if you are rich or youre poor
(chorus 1)
Bet you make the fool run
Bet you know how
To make it last 4 ever
But you know
Im never really sure
If youre just kissing to be clever
(chorus 2)
Because this love
That I have to give
Must be better than thet kind
It can make you rich
It can make you poor
But I know that
Youll miss me blind
(chorus 1)

song performed by by Culture Club
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Im Gettin Over You

(steve davis, dennis morgan)
I changed my number
Bought some new clothes
Got some different records
And a new ?
Im gettin over you
Im gettin over you
Im going out dancing
Learning new jokes
Im staying out later
Than I should I suppose
But Im gettin over you
Im gettin over you
I took our name off the mailbox
Redecorated our room
Im not saying the hurtins all gone
But itll be gone soon
Chorus:
Im gettin over you
So what if youre not here
Im gettin over you
And itll happen one of these years
I ordered make-up
From vogue magazine
Im taking aerobics two nights a week
And Im getting over you
Oh Im getting over you
Im gettin over you
Im gettin over you
My friends come over
And they wonder why
Your pictures back on the wall
Instead of proving losing you
Dont bother me at all
Repeat chorus
Im gettin over you
Oh Im gettin over you

song performed by by Reba Mcentire
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Little Red Rooster

All right, listen now. at this time I would like to introduce a friend of ours,
A very talented guy named john sebastian. come on man.
Man, thats what I call a new york joint, man!
You can pick your teeth with a new york joint!
Well, Im the little red rooster
Too lazy to crow the day.
Little red rooster
Too lazy to crow the day.
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way.
Dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Dogs begin to bark and
The hounds begin to howl.
Look out strange cat people
The roosters on the prowl.
Yeah, dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Dogs begin to bark
The hounds begin to howl.
Look out strange cat people
Yeah, the roosters on the prowl.
If you see my rooster
Come on man, drive him home.
See my rooster, babe
Come on man, drive him home.
Aint been no peace in the barnyard
Since my little red rooster been gone.
Well, Im the little red rooster, babe
Too lazy to crow the day.
Well, Im the little red rooster, babe
Too lazy to crow the day.
Keep everything in the barnyard
Upset in every way.

song performed by by Doors
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The Night Walk

Swiftly yet softly he walks each night
Watching each step he takes
Each step thet takes him further from home
A home that is no longer safe
A home filled with terror and uncertainty

He's only nine
and he's looking for refuge
For a place safer than home
Aplace anyone but the rebels can reach,
for they have a mission,
to kill and to abduct

Each night he walks
Knowing he has to return home tomorrow
'Tomorrow will be different', he says
But alas by night time nothing has changed
and the night walk begins again

poem by Sharon Amayo
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