The Outcasts
(Melbourne)
HERE to the parks they come,
The scourings of the town,
Like weary wounded animals
Seeking where to lie them down.
Brothers, let us take together
An easeful period.
There is worse than to be as We are —
Cast out, not of Men but of God!
poem by Francis William Lauderdale Adams
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Animals
I know what I need I need you
I cant see nothin else all I can see is you
I dont care what they say about my state of mind
I know whats good for me and you are just my kind
We are animals we are animals we are animals we are animals
I know what I want I want you
Shed your cloths forget your codes
You know this is nothing new
I smell your scent I taste your sweat
I feel this passion too
Lets trust our senses not our minds
Lets break all the rules
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
Come with me run with me leave this world behind
Come to me come with me I know that we will find
We are animals we are animals
We are animals we are animals
We are animals
We are animals
(m.charlton)
Copyright 1989 elgin music
song performed by by Nazareth
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Brothers
Lets get to the point now
Just because weve got the same mum and dad
That dont mean im your keeper
That dont mean I owe anything to you
You dont care for me
And man I dont think that much of you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
You drove my car when we were young boys
And you tore it up too
You never paid to get it fixed
And you got me beat up a time or two
I know I should forgive and forget
But man I still hold a grudge against you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
It is as normal as it can be
This sibling rivalry
We should have dropped it at 22
But man I cant stand the things you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Youre always want something from me
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
It was so much fun having you in the family
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Now that were grown it aint helped nothin? at all
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
On my birthday, please dont bother to call
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, youre my brother brother brother
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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Lonesome Place
I got to leave this town.
It’s a lonesome place.
Got to leave this town cause
It’s a lonesome place.
A po’, po’ boy can’t
Find a friendly face.
Goin’ down to de river
Flowin’ deep an’ slow.
Goin’ down to de river
Deep an’ slow-
Cause there ain’t no worries
Where de waters go.
I’m weary, weary,
Weary, as I can be.
Weary, weary,
Weary as can be.
This life’s so weary,
‘S’ bout to overcome me.
poem by Langston Hughes
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When The Sleepy Man Comes
When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He smiles through his fingers, and shuts up the sun;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
The stars that he loves he lets out one by one.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He comes from the castles of Drowsy-boy Town;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
At the touch of his hand the tired eyelids fall down.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
He comes with a murmur of dream in his wings;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
And whispers of mermaids and wonderful things.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
Then the top is a burden, the bugle a bane;
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
When one would be faring down Dream-a-way Lane.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
When one would be wending in Lullaby Wherry,
(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!)
To Sleepy Man's Castle, by Comforting Ferry.
(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)
poem by Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts
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Democracy
You took my brothers for interrogation
a long time ago.
During this period
You built the longest Bridge, Tallest Tower, fastest Train
and supersonic Jets,
And shown so many miracles.
But my brothers did not return.
I went to a district Magistrate and explained the matter.
He was simply disappeared.
At last you said brothers were on a pilgrimage.
I searched them in Kathmandu, Bethlehem and Mecca
all over the world.
but there is no any trace of them.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I'm a former hippie, so clothes are important to me - your clothes defined you in that period. I guess clothes still defines people. But, I change a lot. I'm in my Brooks Brothers period now.
quote by John Hughes
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Where Are The Others
I'm the only one you can think of to come,
When the end of a rope...
A dangling you do has been done.
And you are upset because I express no regret,
When a life you chose to live...
You did with the showing to me much disrespect.
When I suffered through my needs,
You weren't there to assist.
When I sat in loneliness and cried for years...
Not one time during that period did you appear.
And now you are here on my doorstep to say...
What you should have done,
Could have been done my way.
But the advice I gave,
You refused to accept another.
Where are the others,
You claimed to be your brothers.
Where are the others,
You followed to leave me behind...
In a grief you didn't seem to mind,
At that time.
Where are the others?
Those who you claimed,
To have been your close brothers.
Where are your...
Brothers?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I have visited Australia several times, and I always try to make a point of going to Melbourne because it's almost my favorite city there, Melbourne and Sydney. But I shouldn't say that because I haven't been everywhere-and I'm very fond of Perth too!
quote by Jackie Collins
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Come Back, Brother
I have brothers
Yet I know them not
They live far away
In the hearts of Americas
Down the lanes of London
In the far east sunshine
Seeking for the golden fleece
I have many brothers
Yet they are invisible
I am not acquainted with them
Yet they wire currencies to me
Vide the Western Union
I cannot touch them
Because they are far removed
I longed to see my brothers
I longed to touch them all
Let me embrace them once
Let me see them face to face
Come back home brothers
Come home to roost
Come home to rest
Come and take your deserted thrones
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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Hymn
I HEARD a voice at midnight, and it cried,
"O weary heart, O soul for which I died,
Why wilt thou spurn My wounded hands and side?
"Is there a heart more tender, more divine,
Than that sad heart which gave itself for thine?
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Could there be love more warm, more full than Mine?
"What other touch can still thy trembling breath?
What other hand can hold thee after death?
What bread so sweet to him that hungereth?
"Warm is thy chamber, soft and warm thy bed;
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Bleak, howling winds are round the path I tread;—
The Son of man can nowhere lay His head.
"Wilt thou not open to Me? To and fro
I wander, weary, thro' the driving snow;
But colder still that thou wouldst spurn Me so.
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"I have a crown more bright than all that be,
I have a kingdom wider than the sea;
But both have I abandoned, seeking thee.
"Poor, weary heart, so worn and sad within!
Oh, open to thy Friend, thy Stay from sin,
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That I, with all My love, may enter in."
I heard a voice at midnight, and I cried,
"O Lord, I need Thy wounded hands and side—
I need Thy love,—Lord, enter and abide."
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Wounded
Well theres a whole lot of hurting being going on
Well Ive been wounded, wounded, wounded
This aint no way to be carrying on
You see me wounded, wounded, wounded
Im taken like a stone
That youve thrown in the deep blue sea
Giving me the scars that will never heal
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
I remember the day when you came up to me
Almost breaking on your knees
Said you needed me more than anything else
You really took me in
But itd make you feel good to know
Id do anything you say
Well forget that line cause I aint gonna play
Wounded, wounded, wounded
song performed by by Donna Summer
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Men are worse than animals
men are many times
worse than animals
sometimes even in mentality
you can find two animals
fighting and the worst
that would happen is
one devours the other
but when some men fight,
they can go on and on
non stop, ages and ages
heaven or hell
genius or idiots
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Boys-Town And Girls-Town
Boys-Town and Girls-Town,
The human race reacts to the weather in different ways;
But i am the king that you are looking for.
This is like the last spiritual dance in your town,
And it is like the queen that you are seeking for;
But the healing tree is very far away from home!
And like the red colour of the earth around us.
Boys-Town and Girls-Town,
We all see what is going on around us;
But are we really ready to learn? !
For many have been deceived already,
And we cannot overcome the sickness of this world.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Mirror, Mirror, Please Forgive Me.
It's late at night, I'm alone again, every night's the same
And I know the reason why; I've just myself to blame
Stagger to the bathroom, to wash and get ready for bed
Drunk again, I'll never learn, how i'm going to sort out my head
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
I brush my teeth and I nod support, across to my red-eyed will
Again we pledge, the time has come, self-promises to fulfil
Uttered oft, but seldom loud, only us as witness
These resolutions I set myself, to test my moral fitness
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
I can't go on, the way I do, it's got to come to an end
Or maybe I'm already to far gone, With no more hope of amend
Should I submit, declare defeat, admit that my self-esteem is roten
For I know, with all guilt ignored, in the morning, all of this will be forgotten
Mirror, mirror, on the wall, please don't cast your seven-year curse
lt seems each time I look at you, I appear a little bit worse
poem by Benjamin Hickmott
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Beautiful Yuroke Red River Gum
For Northlands Secondary College Mobile Rebel School
Sometimes the red river gums rustled
in the beginning of colonization when
Wurundjeri
Bunnerong
Wathauring
and other Kulin nations
sang and danced
and
laughed
aloud
Not too long and there are
fewer red river gums, the
Yarra Yarra tribe’s blood becomes
the river’s rich red clay
There are maybe two red river gums
a scarred tree which overlooks the
Melbourne Cricket Ground the
survivors of genocide watch
and camp out, live, breathe in various
parks ’round Fitzroy and down
town
cosmopolitan
St Kilda
And some of us mob have graduated
from Koori Kollij, Preston TAFE,
the Melbin Yewni
Red river gums are replaced
by plane trees from England
and still
the survivors
watch.
poem by Lisa Bellear
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They Make Them Tough In Beech Forest
They make them tough in Beech Forest it has become a well known place
As the former home of Cliff Young the ageing man who won the great race
From Sydney all of the way to Melbourne some two decades ago
Even in death the great man's legend does seem to grow and grow.
Forty five kilometres south of Colac the nearest big country Town
And though Beech Forest has a small population 'tis a place that has won renown
For it's hardy breed of people who possess great pride of place
A pride and courage that Cliff Young displayed in his greatest ever race.
They make them tough in Beech Forest in the potato growing countryside
The achievements of Cliff Young their most famous athlete to them a source of pride
A stranger there made to feel welcome of which many do testify
Of their friendly and hospitable nature of them none can deny.
They make them tough in Beech Forest the once home of the great Cliff Young
For his Sydney to Melbourne ultra Marathon winning run
His praises have been sung
One of the hardy breed of men from that famous place south of old Colac Town
Who from Sydney all of the way to Melbourne jogged his way to renown.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Occasional Demons
Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up.
Mmmm, you see those snakes that crawl, theyre just dying
To trip you up.
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town.
Hold your breath while we do you down
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and cd.
Were gonna leave your stereo, but well have your soul for tea.
Im not speaking of material things.
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
Smokestacks, belching black, were the have-nots in your shade.
How about a slice of life, how about some
Human trade?
Eat at the best table in town.
No headwaiter going to turn us down
'cos were all kinds of animals coming here:
Occasional demons too.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Streets Of Your Town
Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
Have you seen the old men
That lean on the walls
Of salvation halls
In the streets of your town
You cant have missed
The vagrant
He is the rubble
He is the trouble you want to remove
In the parks about sundown
He makes his bed
His shoes are a pillow for his head
Have you seen the young men
That look so old
Theyd rather have the cold dark lonely road
Have you ever wondered
Why do they go
Leaving the tv and the automo
You can see them hailing trucks down the open road
You wave your thumb and you hop on board
You aint got no keeper you dont need a friend
I betcha wish you were the same
Yeah I betcha wish you were the same
Have you seen the old men
We lean on the walls
Of salvation halls
In the streets of your town
Were just a little shady
We get a little crazy
In the streets of your town
In the parks about sundown
We lay our heads
Our shoes are our pillow
The grass our bed
Dont need no keeper
And dont need no friend
I betcha wish you were the same
Yeah I betcha wish you were the same
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Syria
Is this the end of the world?
What have happened to you world?
Why you became so savage and your brutality is hard to be told
It's breaking my heart to millions of pieces
While the children of the same country
Brothers.........
People who have the same nationality are killing, hurting.destroying each other
Motherland Syria you are wounded my dear land
You're crying blood because It's hard for a mother to behold
I know your heart is broken the most
It's hard for a mother to bear this ugly reality which is unbelievable and destroys A mother's heart the most
When brothers hurt each other
Nothing stood in the world the same
After today nothing could be the same
The world has lost its measures and all theories have been changed
Everything has became above the ability to be understood
When the pity from the world is lost
While the brother is wishing death for his brother
When the hungry eyes of the people are gazing around
As the animals in the jungles looking for blood
To satisfy their hunger
What else left yet world?
More ugliness tell us world?
Do you have more?
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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I have gone through a period of seeking to understand what or how strong or what are the connections I have to God.
quote by Peter Jennings
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