Stop The Dead Guys Coming Home
Why should we be worked up about what happens way over there?
Far away on the other side of the globe where we can’t repair,
Dead guys coming back in coffins on the Highway of Heroes,
It seems obvious that the benefits amount to zeroes.
Media says we have a moral obligation to do this or that,
The politically correct say we can’t leave ‘cause we’re up to bat,
None of this makes much sense and it’s as expensive as hell,
Who’s running this wartime show - some very very strange cartel?
Why am I loosing faith with that guy looking back in the mirror?
Why are we stuck there for more years according to the emperor?
Is this a reason why we need binding referendums and soon?
Less dead guys on the Highway of Heroes by the next full moon.
Dec 8th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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What's This War About Mar 5th 2011
Can we afford to be involved in an ongoing war?
It must be very expensive and what ever for?
Oh, I know, human rights in a far away insignificant place,
And all the politically correct all want to show their face.
Alexander the Great went to Afghanistan and came back,
Even then it was obvious that strange place was way out of whack,
Does anyone know whether we are winning or loosing there?
Why do I count coffins on the Highway of Heroes in this affair?
Canadians need binding referendums like the Swiss,
Maybe then we could impress the politicians about this,
Did the UN get us into this and who can get us out?
Am I the only one to wonder what this is all about?
Mar 5th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Wartime Affair
Why should we feel we have a moral obligation over there?
Why are we not allowed any input in this NATO affair?
Some countries have binding referendums but we’re not allowed,
We are submissive, told what to think but we still have to feel proud.
As we stare at the lines of coffins on the Highway of Heroes,
We seem heartbroken and coming up with a lot of zeros,
Death in faraway places that are difficult to pronounce,
Which none of our political leaders will stand up and renounce.
This is a reason why we should have binding referendums,
And finally give our politicians some utter ultimatums,
Let them know that we are not numbers on some foreign battlefield,
Or just zombies watching TV sitting on a chesterfield.
Nov 25th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Since Alexander the Great
They’ve come and gone in Afghanistan since Alexander the Great,
They’re at it again and the whole affair is up for debate,
The Imperial British and the Russians all came and left,
Unfortunately we’re there now with our politicians bereft.
Faith can move mountains, they say, but it can also cause a war,
Highway of Heroes killed by detonators, while at death’s door,
We can’t leave our politicians all say and we bow our heads,
Another reason for binding referendums, to remind the feds.
Because every day they add another year to our stay there,
Nothing much changes because no one will ask or even dare,
No one seems to have an answer to that terrible affair,
And on the Highway of Heroes we stand in a trance and stare.
Nov 18th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Dead Guy Stickers
In the USA,
They want to put dead guy pictures on cigarette packs.
With that brilliant logic in mind, I say put dead guy stickers on:
car windshields(dead guys in wrecks)
pistol and rifle handles (dead guys shot)
marriage licenses (dead spouses)
hamburger and hot dog wrappers (dead fat guys)
pies, cakes (more dead fat guys)
bathroom doors (thousands of dead guys in bathrooms every year)
bicycles (road kill dead guys)
fire places (burnt dead guys)
swimming pools (drown dead guys)
every electrical outlet (fried dead guys)
air plane tickets (dead passenger guys)
the beach (shark bit dead guys)
cities (shot dead guys)
air (blue dead guys)
fish (poisoned dead guys)
motorcycles (more road kill dead guys)
scarfs (strangled dead guys)
football helmets (brain dead guys)
hot tubs (more drowned dead guys)
and so on.
Just about everything can kill you, such as:
Mothers (dead baby guys plus dead fathers)
Fathers (dead baby guys plus dead mothers)
Police(multiple dead guys and chicks)
Drugs (multiple dead guys and chicks)
and so on.
Once everything has a dead guy sticker on it,
You've been warned and the world will be safer, right?
It shows we care, right?
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Afghanistan Canadian War
Is Afghanistan good for a referendum and why not?
Dead soldiers on the Highway of Heroes in case you forgot,
Does this send a message of why we should stay over there?
As we stand in a trance and watch, counting hearses and stare.
And there are still many more coffins en route and on the way,
And even many more American returning over there they say,
Could we have an Afghanistan referendum for “IN” or “OUT”?
Should we bow our heads in submission and pretend we’re devout?
Politicians in Kandahar for photo ops over there,
Making a grand officious announcement that they really do care,
Can’t have propositions, referendums or judicial reviews,
No plebiscites, proportional representation or strange views.
Nov 27th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Canadians Are Not Allowed
Can’t have propositions, referendums or judicial reviews,
We know about these because of nightly US TV news,
No proportional representation or mid term elections,
Because recall and set-date elections are forbidden selections.
But we have dead soldiers on the Highway of Heroes coming home,
From Afghanistan in black shiny hearses with lots of chrome,
From that expensive, pointless and endless conflict over there,
But it gets worse because pompous politicians don’t seem to care.
No plebiscites, euthanasia or death with dignity here,
Not even doctor assisted suicide so nothing to fear,
Because UN political correctness seems to rule the day,
That crowd that banned us from the Security Council by the way.
Dec 3rd,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Emperor Of The Highway
I am the emperor of the highway
I wield the universal will
One might chance to overlook on my divineness
Unless Im sitting in the imperial poupe de ville
I am the emperor of the highway
Strapped with foolish mortals such as these
I need never indicate my intentions
I can stop and go and turn just as I please
For I am the emperor of the highway
Hold!
Methinks that thou hast driven too far
I am the royal prince of foreign sports cars
Better that I should drive a wheelchair or jog
Than to be blown off by a regal road hog
I am the emperor of the highway
(where did you ever get that gas sucking pig of a car? )
This time my friend, you are outclassed
(any real man would drive a stick shift)
For my uncle is the duke of the state police
(cut me off again and I will punch your lights out)
And he will place his royal boot upon your ass
(this is my exit, we shall meet another day)
Dont forget whos emperor of the highway
For I am the emperor of the highway!
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Deamline
He's got a road map of Jupiter
A radar fix on the stars
All along the highway
She's got a liquid-crystal compass
A picture book of the rivers
Under the Sahara
They travel in the time of the prophets
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and heroes, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run
He's got a star map of Hollywood
A list of cheap motels
All along the freeway
She's got a sister out in Vegas
The promise of a decent job
Far away from her hometown
They travel on the road to redemption
A highway out of yesterday - that tomorrow will bring
Like lovers and heroes, birds in the last days of spring
We're only at home when we're on the wing
On the wing
WHEN WE ARE YOUNG
WANDERING THE FACE OF THE EARTH
WONDERING WHAT OUR DREAMS MIGHT BE WORTH
LEARNING THAT WE'RE ONLY IMMORTAL -
FOR A LIMITED TIME
Time is a gypsy caravan
Steals away in the night
To leave you stranded in Dreamland
Distance is a long-range filter
Memory a flickering light
Left behind in the heartland
We travel in the dark of the new moon
A starry highway traced on the map of the sky
Like lovers and heroes, lonely as the eagle's cry
We're only at home when we're on the fly
On the fly
We travel on the road to adventure
On a desert highway straight to the heart of the sun
Like lovers and hereos, and the restless part of everyone
We're only at home when we're on the run
On the run
song performed by by Rush
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Can't Change Trudeau's Charter Feb 12th 2011
Some politicians in Europe have come to certain conclusions,
About multiculturalism and their other strange illusions,
But Canadian politicians are politically correct,
Such ideas made public might show a certain disrespect.
We are forbidden binding referendums so no talk about this,
We have Trudeau’s Charter of Rights unlike the very smart Swiss,
Because they can compel their politicians to do this or that,
But Canadian politicians never need to go to bat.
Canadian binding referendums could get us all involved,
In case multicultural problems might need to be solved,
But Trudeau’s Charter of Rights cannot be altered or changed,
We watch from a distance because things cannot be rearranged.
Feb 12th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Key To The Highway
(by charles segar and willie broonzy)
I got the key to the highway,
Billed out and bound to go.
Im gonna leave here running;
Walking is most too slow.
Im going back to the border
Woman, where Im better known.
You know you havent done nothing,
Drove a good man away from home.
Live verse: when the moon peeks over the mountains
Ill be on my way.
Im gonna roam this old highway
Until the break of day.
Oh give me one, one more kiss mama
Just before I go,
cause when I leave this time you know i,
I wont be back no more.
First verse
Second verse
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Your Hero
The heroes of the masses they live for their renown
And the masses create their heroes and then drag their heroes down
And the masses are unpredictable they change from day to day
And some of their heroes like the Autumn flowers are quick to fade away.
Yet there are millions of unsung heroes and they live on every street
And every day a hero I feel privileged to meet
True heroes male and female yet by the masses unsung
The World is full of heroes of heroes old and young.
Some heroes of the masses are arrogant and proud
And their egos over-swollen from the adulation of the crowd
But give me the unsung heroes who go their own quiet way
Who out of the kindness of their hearts perform one good deed every day.
Many heroes of the masses are not heroes to me
Though every day I walk the street some true hero I do see
Your hero is chauffeur driven and drinks the most expensive wine
And you can have your hero but your hero isn't mine.
poem by Francis Duggan
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HAVE WE GONE OFF THE RAILS? Apr 10th 2011
If we can accept an abortion clinic on every street,
Imposed by our appointed Supreme Court as hard as concrete,
Politically correct holocaust of unborn babies now,
Never mentioned in Parliament and was just not allowed,
Where death with dignity, unlike abortions, is an offence,
And appointed aristocrats will show their lack of elegance,
Where binding referendums are both illegal and banned,
And those who are politically correct think this is grand.
And our coming election is not about to change one thing,
It’s about the upper echelon as they pull their agenda string,
No wonder that less than half Canadians even bother to vote,
What’s the use, if what they want to change, they can’t promote.
Apr 10th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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ELECTION DAY TOMORROW May 1st,2011
No binding referendums or death with dignity allowed,
No compulsory voting set by the establishment crowd,
And what media moguls don’t like, is swept under the rug,
Nothing can change so the Ottawa bureaucracy is smug.
No death penalty allowed by the politically correct,
But appointed Supreme Court allowed abortion-clinics defect,
Activists want injection sites for criminal drug addicts,
Maybe in between the abortion clinics but no conflicts.
And convicts seem to have little problems getting a weekend pass,
By soft parole boards or wardens or some other jackass,
But binding referendums are forbidden and not allowed,
And they wonder why so few bother to vote under this cloud.
poem by James Bredin
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Down The Dolce Vita
hey mac, see you down the dolce vita!
get back, we dont have time
cos I hear were sending off the heroes
When the year goes, theyre out of the bay,
Trying to find a way
To make it alive
so long said poor men to their families,
Be strong til we get back home.
And if not, take care of all the children
Until then just hope and pray
Were gonna find a way
To make it alive
you guys are crazy
They shout and then we leave the harbour.
In doubt, theyre acting wierd
And the sea is whipping up a welcome
If hell come were all easy prey,
Trying to find a way
To make it alive
you guys are crazy
The captains hand shook for the guys to get in place
He said, lets look behind your face.
With each corner covered, they were all around
Waiting for the midnight bell to sound
out of sight, cried aeron through his glasses
dont fight said gorhams smioulder
I was scared of being easy prey,
Trying to find a way
To make it alive
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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We Need Binding Referendums Now Feb 19th 2011
We don’t need to go somewhere else to solve our legal problems,
We can do it here in Canada with binding referendums,
But we don’t have binding referendums because they are banned,
And worse, only establishment media moguls can take a stand.
And now and then we even have an election where they boast,
Though no set-date elections allowed and only first past the post,
No proportional representation or equalization,
In our so called stable democratic first-past-the-post nation.
And our politicians are busy taxing and spending right now,
Therefore binding referendums is something they will not allow,
This will not be discussed on TV or written in the papers,
Nor will death with dignity or any other strange capers.
FEB 19TH,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Girls Cant Do What The Guys Do
(reid / clarke)
Ooh, ooh
Guys are gonna wanna go out and play sometime
But girls you must not let it get you down
Just take this advice I give you
Just like a mother
You try to match a guys independence
You end up in the gutter
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
No, oh no
And, listen girls when you give your heart away
You can easily be hurt
And the least little wrong he does
Always seems like dirt
So take this advice I give you
Just like a mother
You try to match a guys independence
You end up in the gutter
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
No, oh, no, mmm
When you put your faith in one guy
(sometimes hell make you happy)
(sometimes hell make you cry)
Dont lose your self-respect
Tryin to gain revenge
cause no matter how you do it
You lose out in the end
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
And still be a lady
Girls, you cant do what the guys do, no
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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WikiLeaks Fuss
I don’t understand all the Internet fuss about WikiLeaks,
While every journalist in town fills pages about techniques,
The establishment or someone is really upset out there,
Because someone else said or wrote what he/she thought was fair.
It was not politically correct enough for those who count,
Therefor it was a sin or a crime to be taken into account,
Was it espionage or democracy or was it just free speech?
As the debate rages on and on and will someone be impeached?
Who is the enemy these days and could it be ourselves?
Looking back from a mirror disguised as one of Santa’s elves,
You might think that the end of the world was coming very soon,
Tomorrow afternoon or at least before the next full moon.
Dec 11th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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We Have To Wait To Die Feb 18th,2011
There should be a place in each hospital where people go to die,
Go in alive, come out dead but before you do that; wave good bye,
We have to convince our politicians that this is what we need,
Would binding referendums get them to pay attention or heed?
From the hospital to the funeral home, have it all arranged,
Like the abortion clinics, after a while it’s not so strange,
We can’t trust politicians or Supreme Court so what other way?
We need binding referendums on a fine summers day.
Our politicians like Middle East dictators, want to stay for life,
They don’t want set-date elections and very little strife,
And no binding referendums to upset their peace of mind,
Canadians have to be patient and completely resigned.
Feb 18th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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Could the U, N, be shut down for good?
Their list of totalitarian dictatorships just grows,
They’re at the UN assembly and everyone knows,
But we can’t do a thing about it for some strange reason,
Not politically correct and might look like treason.
But something is wrong and they seem to have taken over the place,
And nothing they do in their homeland is considered a disgrace,
And politicians love to get a UN appointment there,
Where they nod their heads and no need to think or say a prayer.
I suggest that maybe the whole UN place could be shut down,
Or maybe have it just for democracies even though appointees frown,
But where do we find someone with the power to do this?
How in hell did we get into this obvious UN mess?
Nov 14th,2010
poem by James Bredin
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Cursed By Trudeau's Charter Of Rights
Sleep-walking nation with soft-on-crime judges sitting on the bench,
Some are educated even bilingual in English and French,
But too many are politically correct to a fault,
The few that are real good never get a media exult.
Are prisoners given easy early release because of small jails?
Is this significant or should we is bother with details?
Why does the media believe that everything is fine?
It’s all politically correct and nothing in decline.
Unfortunately we are cursed they with Trudeau’s Charter of Rights,
Which politicians and the Supreme Court cannot rewrite.
At least, that’s what they say, which doesn’t seem correct
Is there such a thing as a dictator that we could elect?
Dec 26th 2010
poem by James Bredin
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