Whistle Blower
My name is immaterial.
I must remain anonymous.
I'm publishing material.
That's guaranteed to cause a fuss.
Revealing things I'm privy to.
The powers that be try to conceal.
The would much rather no one knew
The way they choose to wheel and deal.
Corrupt officials on the make.
Accepting bribes to influence
Some decisions which they make.
So they grow rich at our expense.
I can supply the evidence.
To prove that what I say is true.
This is no time for reticence.
I do as my conscience bids me to.
I do not trust the powers that be.
Should they discover my intent.
I'm sure that they will silence me.
And make it seem by accident..
I've duplicated documents
all neatly filed and cross referred.
In packages which will be sent.
To the main news editors.
They dare not risk discovery.
To face exposure and disgrace
So they will try to silence me.
I'll disappear without a trace
If I die unexpectedly
A trusted friend will send them out
I will deny them victory.
The press will print without a doubt.
I have been silent far too long.
My conscience will not let me rest.
I can no longer go along.
I have to do as I think best.
Though they succeed in killing me.
The evidence will prove their guilt.
I will destroy posthumously.
The thieving systems they have built.
They cannot win I cannot lose.
My life's of little consequence.
This is the strategy I choose.
To demonstrate my penitence.
I have no choice but make a stand.
Against corruption which I see.
I did not fully understand.
That I was guilty partially.
I should have spoken out before.
But I chose to procrastinate.
Afraid of my superior
And how he might retaliate.
I have informed the auditor.
Provided him with evidence.
Which I am sure he won't ignore.
Although it proves my negligence.
I'm sure that he'll investigate
My allegations thoroughly.
There's nothing I can do but wait.
The truth will out eventually.
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Silent Eloquence for M lady Dee Daffodil
They say dead men do not tell tales.
This once was true but not today
Forensic science rarely fails.
Technology has shown the way.
We re-examine evidence
long thought to be of little use.
Our scrutiny is so intense,
that criminals are bound to lose.
Although they think they’re free and clear.
No one can tie them to their crime,
we’re dogged and we persevere.
We do not rush, we take our time.
Some criminals who still walk free
will soon discover that we can
prove their guilt indisputably.
In variably we get our man.
We have the latest gadgetry
we can recover D.N.A
from tiny fragments easily.
Eventually then you will pay.
The full price for your evil deed
although you think you’ve got away.
We will persist til we succeed.
We’re on your track and there we’ll stay.
We’ll forge a chain of evidence
that proves your guilt beyond all doubt
Then you will pay for your offence.
As in due course you will find out.
When you are brought before the court
No doubt you will plead not guilty.
You aren’t as clever as you thought.
You thought you’d got away Scott free.
Although Dame Justice may be blind.
She is prepared to listen to
any evidence we can find.
That pins the blame squarely on you..
Dead men can speak eloquently
and do when we investigate
assisted by technology
You can’t escape it is too late.
23-Jan-09
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Unintentional Conclusion
My time has come perhaps to die.
I will not give in easily.
Though I can guess the reason why
Someone’s been hired to silence me
I am no longer in the game
I have retired quietly
I thought nobody knew my name.
I was mistaken obviously.
I’m not a fool I know the score.
I must kill him or he’ll kill me
It does not matter any more
someone has breached my secrecy.
I know he’s out there watching me.
Observing my daily routine,
he seeks an opportunity
make his killing quick and clean.
A single shot that’s all it takes.
A job he has been paid to do
I can’t afford to make mistakes.
Though he’s already made a few.
He does not know I am aware.
He pits his skill against my skill
and if he did I would not care
He has a contract to fulfil.
He has been paid and must succeed
to keep his reputation.
There’s no excuse which he can plead
for failure of completion.
Unless he dies by accident.
It is quite likely that he may.
In fact I am quite confident.
A stranger who has gone astray
and lost his footing carelessly
To fall five hundred feet or more
into an unforgiving sea.
To be cast up along the shore.
Nothing at all to do with me
Another loser in life’s game.
I will change my identity
and move my home base just the same.
I’m rather sad I liked it here
I’d settled in quite happily.
I think it best to disappear
Now that I know they’re on to me.
I can’t escape from my dark past
they’ll track me down eventually.
Though as the peaceful years rolled passed.
I hoped they had forgotten me.
I should have known they don’t forgive
Although I acted honourably
they can’t afford to let me live.
My past employers my country.
I know too much they don’t want known.
They’re not prepared to take a chance
That all their secrets might be blown.
That’s why I’m dying here in France
No one will guess the reason why
and aging Englishman was shot
by accident apparently.
My masters know that it was not
I kept the faith true to my word.
Their secrets were quite safe with me
To think I’d speak was quite absurd.
They should have had more faith in me
This is my only legacy
there’s nothing else that I can leave
The records I kept accurately
were not intended to deceive.
You have a choice you can believe
all that my masters will deny
I don’t believe they can survive
such negative publicity.
Its truly not revenge I seek
I want to set the records straight
My confessions are not unique
all countries employ men like me.
To carry out nefariously
Our orders which originate
but are transmitted secretly.
From high officials of the state.
We are the willing tools they use
to influence affairs of state.
But they distrust us then they choose
To silence us before too late
They think they’ve won but they have lost
Memoirs published posthumously
Will prove to them there is a cost
They could have simply trusted me
Now I am dead I can confess
the things I did for my country
and open up the whole damn mess
to closer public scrutiny.
They will plead state security
and claim their actions justified.
That’s why they murder men like me.
Because we can prove that they lied.
Our leaders thrive on secrecy.
Which they maintain at any cost.
They have no hint of decency
all sense of honour has been lost.
They practice rank dishonesty
in order to achieve their ends.
They lie both to the enemy
and to their allies and their friends.
When I decided I would not
obey their orders any more.
The verdict was I should be shot
There was no way they could restore.
The naïve trust I used to show.
My faith in their morality
because by then I’d come to know
Their corrupt veniality.
I am beyond their punishment
I’ll answer to a higher court
who will examine my intent
A court where justice can’t be bought.
Though I will plead in my defence.
That I was young and truly thought
that those I held in reverence
were Just men of the finest sort
When I discovered they were not.
My conscience would not let me stay.
Which left me in awkward spot
they would not let me break away.
Though I escaped they followed me.
I knew they would that’s why I ran.
evading them successfully.
But I became a hunted man.
I knew in time they would find me
That’s why I wrote my last report
My memoirs are my life story
non fiction of a different sort.
Although they’ll try they won’t suppress
the facts and figures I reveal.
The hidden truths which I express
are part and parcel of the deal.
To gain the most publicity
upon the international scene
Published simultaneously.
The Memoirs of a Dead Has Been.
Will hit the headlines every where.
The printers sworn to secrecy
The books are stockpiled here and there..
My masters should have trusted me.
A quiet life was all I asked
I did not seek publicity
But now they’ll find their selves unmasked.
Because they tried to silence me.
29-Dec-08
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Delayed Justice Story poem
I fear no foe that I can see
but rather those who strike by night
They cloak their acts in secrecy
because they cannot stand the light.
I made a powerful enemy
when I was young and in my prime.
Who swore to take revenge on me.
I know somewhere he bides his time.
My friends think I am paranoid
obsessed with high security.
Though it is better to avoid
Any and all possibility.
Of course I cannot validate
my fear of a conspiracy.
It doesn’t matter it’s too late.
I fear my foe has poisoned me.
His plans were made with subtlety.
He has corrupted some close friend
Some one I trusted utterly.
I should have known you can’t defend.
Against all possibilities.
I tried my best but I have failed.
Too many opportunities.
It seems my enemy has prevailed.
News of my death will prompt release
of documentary evidence.
To the world press and the police.
Negate his claims of innocence.
To show the world just what he was.
In the dark days of Nazi rule
Unpublished until now
because I hesitated like a fool.
I had sufficient evidence
to have his history reviewed
and to expose his false pretence.
But was not confident I could.
prove his guilt beyond all doubt.
Until I found the final clue.
Somehow he managed to find out
about what I planned to do.
He was convinced nobody knew
About the research I had done.
Which in effect was quite true.
I much preferred to work alone.
He wanted to be rid of me.
and though his plan met with success.
I will defeat my enemy
The fact I’m dead is matterless.
He sought revenge I sought justice
His is a pyrrhic victory.
I have ensured he’ll pay the price.
for his past sins and cruelty.
The proof of his identity
at least of who he used to be
Will stand up to close scrutiny
He’s not the man he claims to be.
A Jew who managed to survive.
he stole a new identity.
And some how managed to contrive
to convince every one but me.
Though he is held in high respect.
because of his ability
There is no way he can protect
his reputation for honesty.
Although I chose to work alone
The papers that I leave behind
Will show the truth to everyone
He was in fact a mastermind
of the final solution.
Which brought about the Holocaust.
There can be no absolution.
He freely chose he was not forced.
Unlike the wretches that he killed
because he had the power to.
His twisted dreams could be fulfilled.
do anything he wanted to.
I was not fooled I could see through
the lack of continuity
and spent my life determined to
destroy his false identity.
He thought if he was rid of me.
He would be safe no one doubt
the truth of his false history
But very soon he will find out.
He has not heard the last of me.
There is no way he can deny
The truth of his identity
Although the world may wonder why.
He was allowed to get away
with his charade so easily
But in the chaos of those days
he was not checked sufficiently.
The time has come when he must face.
A different reality
of opprobrium and disgrace.
It had to come eventually
Although he tried to live a lie.
Fate had other plans in mind
The clues I needed she’d supply
Though they were difficult to find.
I was obsessed I had no choice.
It seemed that fate had chosen me
to give unnumbered dead a voice.
Which I have done quite obviously.
I won’t be here to celebrate.
He was a step ahead of me.
but he had left it far too late.
I claim the final victory.
Friday,13 November 2009
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Vengeance delayed storypoem
My country taught me how to kill
and when I had sufficient skill
I was recruited secretly
to serve a special agency.
My given task was to erase
any who opposed our ways
at home abroad where I was sent
To which I gave my free assent.
I slowly came to realise
I could not always recognise.
My target as an enemy.
Suspected they were using me
Though I had little evidence.
Some missions seemed to make no sense
I was expected to obey
my instructions come what may/
My duty was to do or die
I had no right to question why
There was no way I could resign
or else the next death would be mine.
I had known other colleagues die
quite frequently Now I knew why.
I was convinced my turn would come
Because a dead man will stay dumb.
I chose instead to disappear.
Create a new life far from here.
Although I killed for my country
I’m certain they will search for me.
They are afraid that if I chose
their dirty secrets to expose.
They have no means of stopping
me whilst I remain at liberty
They would much rather I was dead.
I have a price upon my head.
So I have planned accordingly
If they succeed in killing me.
My story will be given to
the press who will know what to do
.I’ll take revenge posthumously.
on liars who exploited me.
22/04/2009
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Sinking From the Weight
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime,
To defy fighting against...
Your own kind?
With selected ones chosen,
To occupy our minds.
For purposes to protect.
Their interests kept.
Even though we who are selected...
To do these deeds,
By those in sheltered discreet...
We remain despised,
By those who disrespect.
And fed from birth,
To know when to cheat...
Spy, lie and use alibis.
Is it an offense,
To not follow rules...
That make no sense.
As we must listen to 'authorities'
Who attempt to convince.
If a certain status given,
Is that of a minority....
Concerns of the majority,
Is a worthless expense.
And given less attention.
Is any seriousness mention.
Since no rights have been given,
A worthiness to drive 'unimportant' lives.
You may ride as a passenger...
But not permitted,
To make decisions from front seats.
And to speak,
Only when spoken to!
With a preferred silence.
To make what is done...
Even sweeter to complete.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
Is it an offense or a needless crime.
To defy fighting against,
Your own kind?
Or abandon ship,
Sinking from the weight...
Of evidence there is ignorance.
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
And...
Sinking from the weight of,
Denial.
We put on trial,
People we choose to deceive.
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Am I mistaken A rant
When shopping at the superstore
I find each time I must pay more
For food than what I used to do
And other prices increase too.
It makes rather curious
and not a little furious
Whichever store to which I’ve gone
The prices rise in unison.
I suspect conspiracy
They all agree it seems to me
To a co-ordinated plan
Simply because they think they can
Increase the profits which they make.
It’s not a case of give and take.
I can produce no evidence
I rely on my common sense
Perhaps I’m growing paranoid.
Why does the government avoid
Examining the evidence
Because they know it would incense.
The fat cats who they daren’t offend
So they keep quiet and pretend
The do not have the power to
Do as they’re supposed to do.
Protect the public not their friends
But obviously it all depends
To whom they owe their loyalty.
Not to public obviously
Until there’s an election due
That is the time they promise to
Investigate the reasons why
Food prices have become so high
You can believe if you so choose
But as for me I will refuse
To waste my time by listening to
What they are promising to do.
They promise much deliver less
That’s why this country’s in a mess.
We cannot trust the government.
That much at least is evident
The fat cats just ignore the rules.
They see the government as fools
Who have strength but not the will
One single promise to fulfil.
Of course the government deny
This is the truth and they reply.
As usual with platitudes
There is no change of attitude.
The rich grow richer every day.
We have no choice we have to pay.
The prices they demand for food
Maybe I have misunderstood.
And politicians never lie.
And that truth is that they try
To protect us from the greedy few.
Who can tell them what to do.
Governments of both left and right
Have not the strength of will to fight
The power of the money men
Who ever lives at number ten.
Friday,23 September 2011
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Guidelines
Everyone here,
Received the same guidelines.
From the same 'source'.
With not a one amended.
None made decisions,
To retrieve them in a coma.
Conscious,
Everyone had been.
No one made a claim to have had amnesia.
And...
All proceeded,
In the direction of their beliefs.
Who knew,
Concretely.
What would be in store for them?
Some maintained their faith.
With prayers daily they would make.
Struggling through emotional heartache.
But never in doubt,
What their faith was about.
Others struggled,
Through their emotional heartaches.
To curse the air they breathe.
And choosing to rewrite the same guidelines.
Replacing what they did not like...
For something else to appease their appetites.
With a choice to fight with voices heard.
No matter what around them occurred.
With revealing evidence.
Those of truth...
And aware of evidence,
An awakened mind would witness.
Became enriched with peace, love and happiness.
Following the same guidelines,
The others refused to comprehend!
And adhere to as was given!
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Your Silence
I have spoken long enough
I have spoken well enough
Now let me be silent
And see how Silence speaks
Hear the words unspoken
For you could never speak
And whenever I asked you
All I could ever hear, was:
Your Silence…
Yes, that very Silence of yours
Which sucked all my life out
making me feel miserable
day in and day out
Still I kept holding on,
hoping on and hanging on…
If you could ever speak
Yet you never spoke up
Instead, offered me a challenge
A challenge to a broken heart?
A challenge to a defeated soul?
Oh! How Ruthless you could be…
And still you ever want me
To keep hearing your silence
And make some meaning of it all
I told you long before
Silence never works for me
I am a woman of words…
It might work well for you
So be it, my love…
If that is what you call ‘friendship’
Let you be silent
And me be too
And we can still remain ‘friends’
For if you speak
And I speak too
Who knows, One day
We might become foes…
And I would rather die
A Friend of yours
Than choose to be a Foe.
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Sunday morning Pests.
Two thousand years or so ago.
Three criminals were crucified.
And yet today we claim we know
One was the son of God and died.
We cannot prove that this true
there’s very little evidence.
But we are still expected to
give these stories full credence.
By word of mouth they were passed down.
Translated from old Aramaic.
They came from sources now unknown
Could they free from all mistake.
When they written finally
Although no doubt with good intent
Were they translated properly
or were they changed by accident.
By accident or purposely.
Perhaps a mixture of the two
To claim divine authority.
To me it simply will not do.
To tell me that I must believe.
What may or may not be true.
Is something which you won’t achieve.
There’s very little you can do.
I can’t accept on faith alone.
Until you can prove the things you teach.
are truths that stand up on their own.
Consider me beyond your reach.
Christianity could very easily
have flourished for a while and died.
It owes its popularity.
To information men supplied.
Who had some private axe to grind
Men who stood to benefit.
Perhaps you think I am unkind
that I can’t prove a word of it
I can’t deny that it is so
I don’t expect you to agree.
But I believe you do not know
The whole truth any more than me.
I can respect what that you believe
I do not find it difficult
But I’m not willing to receive
Indoctrination by some cult.
So please don’t knock upon my door
Attempting to convert me to your view
Because I’ve heard it all before
and I’ve got better things to do.
Than listen to the likes of you.
02/09/2009
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We Stand Together
(n. rodgers/g. smith)
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
When were playin the game of life
What we pay is a heavy price
If you choose the wrong path
You will lose, thats so right
Be prepared, you might have to make some sacrifice
I can feel we can make it
I believe, when theres no longer seperation, well succeed
Heres a chance, better take it
Time wont wait for us, everyone come on
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
Im afraid we will never learn
Thats why Im sayin Im so concerned
Turn around and look, this court is adjourned
Before we get beyond the point of no return
Leave us not be forsaken
Let me speak my peace
The pen is mightier than the sword, or so it seems
Heres a chance, better take it
Time wont wait for us, everyone come on
Stand up, stand tall, and be counted
Divided we fall, together we stand, together
Our love has all never doubt it
Alone we fall, together we stand, together
On the stage of a theatre
A production of all the feelings
That were feeling all surrounding us
In the words of a playwright
One is not enough
To experience the act called love
Called trust-called love-called trust
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Hebrews 11: 1
Faith is the substance of things hoped for
the light of the Lord that opens the door
Reveling the light of heaven serene
the evidence of things not seen
My God has revealed the evidence
His glorious power with consequence
Healing me and making me clean
the evidence of things not seen
Faith in Christ without reservation
releaved the pain of my aberration
So open His book to see what I mean
the evidence of things not seen
Faith is the substance of things hoped for
the evidence of things not seen
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Eluding Truth
Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.
Contemplatng to alter it,
To keep it hidden...
From one's consciousness...
Is a foolish proposition.
Since mankind is in a precarious situation...
When coming face to face with truth,
And still proceeds to try to manipulate fate...
Without faith in The Creator to guide the way.
Eluding truth,
Does not make it insignificant.
Nor does the attempt to ignore it completely,
Change the evidence of its existence.
There is no escaping,
From that which initiated the process of one's making!
Even the wisdom one shows,
Has been bestowed by 'that' which is ALL Knowing!
How foolish can an ignorance get?
We are in the midst of witnessing it!
Or...
Maybe all of it is intentional and not ignorance.
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Blessings
Count your blessings daily.
So you know what you can lose.
The difference between what's right and wrong.
It's up to you to choose.
Just listen to your conscience.
As it lie there very still.
Are the blessings you have not worth as much.
As a cheap and worthless thrill.
A voice that speaks inside your head.
Will say that it's okay.
So you take the chance and risk it all.
Then your blessings go away.
The trust you broke, the hurt you caused.
The love that you destroyed.
You made your life a misery.
But once it gave you joy.
It's not too late to make things right.
It may take a lot of time
To pay the price for your mistakes.
It's a mountain you must climb.
So heed these words, look up above.
For everything you lost.
If you pray, repent and make things right.
You'll rise up from your cross.
One day you may get everything back.
And have everything returned.
Just know the voice that says 'It's okay'.
Is the voice that'll get you burned.
Once you find Him, then you'll know.
How to live a life that's true.
Just ask yourself this simple phrase.
'What would Jesus do? '.
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Evidence Of Love
By chris farren & steve diamond
When I look for the love in your eyes,
You turn away
And theres nothing as loud as the words
We never say
Look at us now, standing on the edge again
Look at us now, its not too late to try again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and Ill be here
I still believe we can see it through,
Theres just so much, that I can do
It dosent make sense, without some evidence of love
Theres a cold, cold look on your face,
Is it saying good-bye?
cause theres nothing as cold as the ashes,
When the fire has died
Talk to me now, tell me what youre missing
Talk to me now, Ill try and find your heart again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and Ill be here
I still believe we can see it through,
Theres just so much, that I can do
It dosent make sense, without some evidence of love
Stand and fight
Try to say whats on your mind, baby
So much is on the line
Theres a chance well makit right
Look at us now, standing on the edge again
Look at us now, its not too late to try again
I need some...
Evedence of love, to keep me going on
Please show me some
Evidence of love, and Ill be here
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Evidence Of Love
Evidence of love(chris farron, steve diamond)
When I look for the love in your eyes
You turn away
And theres nothing as loud as the words
That we never say
Look at us now
Standing on the edge again
Its not too late to try again
I need some...
(chorus)
Evidence of love
To keep on going
Show me some evidence of love
And Ill be here
I still believe we can see this through
Theres only so much I can do
And it doesnt make sense
Without some evidence of love
Theres a frozen look on your face
Is it saying good-bye
cause theres nothing as cold as the ashes
When the fire has died
Talk to me now
Tell me what youre missing
Talk to me now
And try to find your heart again
I need some...
(chorus)
Stand and fight
Gotta say whats on your mind, baby
So much is on the line
Heres a chance to make it right
Talk to me now
Tell me what youre missing
Talk to me now
And try to find your heart again
I need some...
(repeat chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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Puzzling Evidence
You got the cbs...!
And the abc...!
You got time and newsweek!
Well, theyre the same to me!
Now dont you wanna get right with me?
(puzzling evidence)
I hope you get evrything you need
(puzzling evidence)
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...alright!u
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(puzzling)
Got your gulf and western and your mastercard
(puzzling evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Its hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...u
Well, Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Im puzzling (huh!)
Woo...Im puzzling (huh!)
Sometimes Im puzzling! (huh!)
See the little children! (puzzlin)
And the family! (puzzlin)
Gonna live together! (puzzlin)
Take them home with me! (puzzlin)
Well I hope youre happy with what youve made
(puzzling evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(puzzling evidence)
Im seeing
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Im puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
Puzzling (huh!)
P-p-p-puzzlin! (huh!)
Still puzzlin! (huh!)
song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Puzzlin' Evidence
You got the CBS...!
And the ABC...!
You got Time and Newsweek!
Well, they're the same to me!
Now don't you wanna get right with me?
(Puzzling Evidence)
I hope you get ev'rything you need
(Puzzling Evidence)
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart.
...Alright!
Now I am the gun
And you are the bullet
I got the power and glory!
(Puzzling)
And the money to buy it!
(Puzzling)
Got your Gulf and Western and your MasterCard
(Puzzling Evidence)
Got what you wanted, lost what you had
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Done hardened in your heart
It's hardened up your heart.
...alright!
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
Well, I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Woo...I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Sometimes I'm puzzling! (Huh!)
See the little children! (Puzzlin')
And the family! (Puzzlin')
Gonna live together! (Puzzlin')
Take them home with me! (Puzzlin')
Well I hope you're happy with what you've made
(Puzzling Evidence)
In the land of the free and the home of the brave
(Puzzling Evidence)
I'm seeing
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling Evidence
Puzzling (sometimes) evidence
Done hardened in your heart
Hardened in your heart
Huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...huh...
I'm puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
Puzzling (Huh!)
P-P-P-Puzzlin'! (Huh!)
Still Puzzlin'! (Huh
song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Denial for M'Lady Ann Beard
Why do we choose to rationalise
odd happenings we can’t explain.
The evidence of our own eyes
we all deny time and again.
I think it highly probable because
we do not understand.
Believing it impossible
we just dismiss it out of hand.
We do not really want to know
so we discount the evidence.
Which shows or merely tends to show
some humans have an extra sense.
So we pretend in self defence
that ESP is sheer nonsense..
27-Feb-09
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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Absolute proof.
Absolute proof
Blood, sweat and tears don’t disappear
But always leave some trace behind.
Forensic science makes it clear
there’s always something we can find
A fibre here or just a hair.
A finger print that you have missed.
All tend to prove that you were there.
The smallest clue can still persist.
You’re sure; you’ll get away Scott free
The evidence says otherwise.
It will prove quite definitely.
Your alibi’s a pack of lies.
The final proof your DNA.
Will prove to you crime does not pay.
Wednesday,22 September 2010
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poem by Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg
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To Face The Truth
(tennant/lowe)
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You know it hurts me when you lie
Sometimes it even makes me cry
cause Im so in love with you
If you dont believe what I have said
Take a look, my eyes are red
cause Im so in love with you
But all those sleepless nights in bed
When youve been out somewhere instead
I wonder if you care and cannot bear the proof
It hurts too much to face the truth
To face the truth
A lawyer with a case to prove
Would sift the evidence, then move
Its the only thing to do
So why then cant I face the facts?
Sift this evidence that backs
I am so in love with you
But all the nights when you have said
You must be somewhere else instead
I wonder where you go, but darent expose the proof
It hurts too much to face the truth
To face the truth
To face the truth
You are the only one, the only one
You know it hurts me when you lie
Sometimes it even makes me cry
cause Im so in love with you
If you dont believe what I have said
Take a look, my eyes are red
cause Im so in love with you
But all the nights you dont show up
I know its time I should grow up
I ask you if you care, you stand and stare aloof
It hurts too much to face the truth
To face the truth
To face the truth
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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