Little Juvenile Snobs
Little juvenile snobs
Are such terrible things,
They get uppish and don't give two hoots;
So you cut them hard back
Like you do in the spring
To a shrub that's too big for it's roots.
Written Feb 1995
poem by John Carter Brown
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Hope for the weary
It's hard to think you matter,
Sometimes
It's hard to think people care
Sometimes
It's hard to go on
Sometimes
But all of those things are minor compared to how hard it is to get back.
Don't end you precious life
don't you dare snuff it out
I know it may seem hard
But that's what everything's about.
You can't give it to things like that,
You can't give in at all.
Even if some people think,
if they push you, you will fall
You were created for this life,
No one stronger for it than you
you may not believe the words I write,
But trust that they are true.
Your story is being written,
Your song is being sung,
You are the main character,
And your journey has just begun.
poem by Kimeyth Winchester
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Juvenile Delinquent
(robert segarini)
Published by robertunes/slalom publishing co. - bmi
Yeah, her mama says shes lazy
But her mama drives her crazy, every day and night
Yeah (yeah), shes a juvenile exciter
And her daddy was a writer, for the tv guide
And shes so bad now, shes so hot, and everyone knows it
Well we know, well we know it, yeah yeah
Yeah, hes a juvenile delinquent
Been in trouble bout as frequently, as he can be
Yeah, he said his father was a sailor
His mother was his tailor, till he turned 16
Hes so bad now, hes so hot, and everyone knows it
Hes so bad now, hes so hot, and everyone knows it
Well we know, well we know it, every day
They wanna put the dude away
Well its worth it just to hear you say, theres something wrong
Were all juvenile delinquent
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
Were all juvenile delinquent, were
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
And everybody knows, my babys got new clothes
And she aint changed, she aint changed none
So go on and be the same, you know you cant escape
Its all the same, its all the same
Well its worth it just to hear you say, you wanna put us all away
Well you should have done it yesterday, cause its too late, yeah
Were all juvenile delinquent
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are, yeah
Were all juvenile delinquent, you and me
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
Were all juvenile delinquent, everybody
Juvenile delinquent, thats what we all are
song performed by by April Wine
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The Juvenile
The juvenile
In a time where the night is so cold
The juvenile
Has the key to the end
The juvenile in the end
That is why we are here
The road will take us to the end
Tomorrow's foe is now a friend
Why don't we do it
Like they used to do it all so long ago
They kept together till the bitter end (Old and young)
Today we don't care
Either but the youth or but the old
They cannot rise their voices yet
But later on they will do
The juvenile
In a time where the night is so cold
The juvenile
Has the key to the end (always believe in)
The juvenile in the end
That is why we are here
The road will take us to the end
Tomorrow's foe is now a friend
No education
We don't need no education
Telling us the right to choose
If we have no choice (No
song performed by by Ace Of Base from Da Capo
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Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roooaaaaaahh
I believe
In Our Fate
We Don't Need To Fake
It's All We Wanna Be
Watch Me Freeeaaak !!
I Say
We're Growing Every Day
Getting Stronger In Every Way
I'll Take You To A Place
Where We Shall Find Our
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Roots Bloody Roots
Rain
Bring Me The Strength
Is Breeding Me This Way
To Get To Another Day
And All I Want To See
Set Us Free
Why
Can't You See
Can't You Feel
This Is Real
Ahhh
I Pray
We Don't Need To Change
Our Ways To Be Saved
That All We Wanna Be
Watch Us Freak
song performed by by Sepultura
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There once was a farmer from Wales,
Who's chickens could lay six inch nails,
They were hard to squeeze out
But the farmer would shout:
'I need them for mending the rails! '
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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There was an old banker from Kent,
Who wanted back money he'd lent,
So he sent lots of letters
To all of his debtors
But found out that it was all spent.
(Written Feb 1995)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Sucker For Mystery
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
So I turn to the left and I turn to the right
But none of the answers are in sight
So I made a mistake maybe once or twice
And I cant even get to paradise
And a priest came up to me and touched my face
He said terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place
No demon, no man has got a clue
But surely son, the end will turn out right for you
cause Ive always been a sucker for mystery
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
Theres a little boy walking up the stairs
Through a dark hallway that leads nowhere
He comes to a door but hes afraid to knock
And he bends down low and peers throught the lock
And theres a tall man standing with a glistening knife
And hes stooping over something that has no life
With stifled tears he starts to turn away
But a strange little voice seems to whisper
Stay!
Hes always been a sucker for mystery
And hes always been...
(chorus)
I dont want to say good bye
I want to give it one more try
I dont want to say good bye
I want to give it one more try
Wont somebody help
Wont somebody help
Im all alone now with nothing to do
And Im all dressed up with nowhere to go
And Im stuck with two tickets to an awful show
And my mouths full of words but Ive got nothing to say
And Ive been sitting in front of the tv set all day
And my heads in a vice and it wont let up
And my feet wont move and if that aint enough
The telephone rings... hello!
Ive seen children with such angry faces
When you look in their eyes, it makes you want to cry
Theres a time and a place for everything
Theres a time and a place for everything
Now it doesnt seem fair
But who cares theyre someone elses
As long as they dont come close to mine
Theres a time and a place for everything
Theres a time and a place for everything
So we packed our bags and went back to the hotel
In back of the squalor and the living hell
And they sell you this and they sell you that
They sell you their sister for a buck and a half
Such terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place
Such terrible things happen round this place
And people disappear without a trace
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery
And Ive always been...
Well the mystery that intrigues me the most
Is the one that makes men give up hope
The pride and the search for even little things
That might give a meaning, or even a hint
Cause how can a free man not have hope
When he hasnt even reached the end of his rope
I dont want to say good bye
I want to give it one more try
I dont want to close the gate
I still think that its not too late
I know when I reach the end
I want to start all over again
And Ive always been a sucker for mystery...
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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It avoids a self-conscious relationship to the act. We live in the most self-conscious society in the history of mankind. There are good things in that, but there are also terrible things. The worst of it is, that we find it hard to give ourselves to the cultural process.
quote by Larry Harvey
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french Fries -context-2nd World War-1940-fall Of France
An owl hoots, hoots, hoots, hoots
A dog barks, barks, barks, barks
Then some boots, boots, boots, boots
Uproots, uproots, uproots, uproots
The night lurks, lurks, lurks, lurks
Red wines bespatter,
French fries berserk, berserk, berserk, berserk
As the tall neighbours jerk, jerk, jerk, jerk
There rents the air some surrealists
The face of renaissance recaptured nationalists
No ikebana for my darling in Paris
As scenaries take on cemetaries
And greenaries take on apothecaries
Some invitations dugging heccatomb
Our menu-guns, missiles, mortar and a bomb.
Some toddler girls hanging for apricots
Uproar the gargantuan mascots
Come bigots,
Come faggots,
All yield in to the zealots
Ablaze relaxes a man
In some shabby agonized catamaran
His cries laughed away;
His worries withered away;
Is he the last to give in?
For Paris to Berlin.
04/03/2009
Song # 8
In the spring, my boys,
Birds to have so many joys,
And the flower beautify,
And also does the sky.
The days are made to sing and play.
In the spring things are so pretty.
Pretty things we have in many;
Like the charming butterfly,
And gorgeous birds that fly quite high,
And the sun that gives its light.
Oh, spring, beautiful spring!
Yes, spring, you are divine!
And I want to make you mine.
Many thanks to you I give!
poem by Luis Estable
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Island Of Dreams
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes
Live, live your life
You, you have to leave or to survive
If you feel weak - don't give up
Don't, don't give up
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes, island of dreams
Dont get me wrong
We are growing up and getting strong
If you feel weak - don't give up
Don't, don't give up
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes, island of dreams
song performed by by X-Perience
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Island Of Dreams
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes
Live, live your life
You, you have to leave or to survive
If you feel weak - don't give up
Don't, don't give up
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes, island of dreams
Dont get me wrong
We are growing up and getting strong
If you feel weak - don't give up
Don't, don't give up
Here is my innocence
Island of dreams
Back to the simple roots
Back to extremes, island of dreams
song performed by by X-Perience
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M.J. Une
performances candle-lit
practiced and practiced the outbursts and sobs
the short, little gasps solidify the act
fell again and again for it
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful eyes
it's terrible how hard i try
explanations and confessions
pace back and forth, anxious and scared
secrets built up against the door
revelations in tension
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried
romantic lost lovers
calling out in psychic beckoning vibes
answered on the phone by absence and static
busy now under the covers
beautiful heaven
hidden by beautiful lies
it's terrible how hard i tried
poem by Sebastien St. Fellmore
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If you do one good thing, that doesn't define you either. Being around the kids in the juvenile center, they were engaging, they made us laugh but they were there for doing something terrible.
quote by Ryan Gosling
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Multiple Choice: Australia
The huge roots of the Daintree tree are known as:
1) fortress roots
2) buttress roots
3) art deco roots
4) neo-gothic roots
5) time-to-rinse roots
poem by Morgan Michaels
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Berkshires in April
It is not Spring -- not yet --
But at East Schaghticoke I saw an ivory birch
Lifting a filmy red mantle of knotted buds
Above the rain-washed whiteness of her arms.
It is not Spring -- not yet --
But at Hoosick Falls I saw a robin strutting,
Thin, still, and fidgety,
Not like the puffed, complacent ball of feathers
That dawdles over the cidery Autumn loam.
It is not Spring -- not yet --
But up the stocky Pownal hills
Some springy shrub, a scarlet gash on the grayness,
Climbs, flaming, over the melting snows.
It is not Spring -- not yet --
But at Williamstown the willows are young and golden,
Their tall tips flinging the sun's rays back at him;
And as the sun drags over the Berkshire crests,
The willows glow, the scarlet bushes burn,
The high hill birches shine like purple plumes,
A royal headdress for the brow of Spring.
It is the doubtful, unquiet end of Winter,
And Spring is pulsing out of the wakening soil.
poem by Clement Wood
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The Ballad Of John & Yoko
Standing on the dock at southampton
Trying to get to holland or france
The man in the mac
Said, "you've gotta go back"
You know, they didn't even give us a chance
Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
Finally made the plane into paris
Honeymooning down by the seine
Peter brown called to say
"you can make it okay
"you can get married in gibraltar, near spain"
Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
Drove from paris to the amsterdam hilton
Talking in our beds for a week
The newspeople said
"say, what're you doing in bed?"
I said, "we're only trying to get us some peace"
Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
Made a lightning trip to vienna
Eating chocolate cakes in a bag
The newspapers said
"she's gone to his head
"they look just like two gurus in drag"
Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
Caught the early plane back to london
Fifty acrons tied in a sack
The men from the press
Said, "we wish you success
"it's good to have the both of you back"
Christ, you know it ain't easy
You know how hard it can be
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
The way things are going
They're gonna crucify me
song performed by by Lennon John
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An uncreative medicine
no hope
no friend
no family
no home
no nativity
no nationality
no fame
no name
no future
no points
no market
no identity
no possessions still a tree without roots
no relationship still a tree without roots
no anarchism still a tree without roots
no hiearchy still a tree without roots
no country still a tree without roots
no colours still a tree without roots
no degrees still a tree without roots
no certificates
no imaginations
no dream
no poetry
no fiction
no story
no news
no media
no happiness still a tree without roots
no genre still a tree without roots
no labels still a tree without roots
no names still a tree without roots
THE FOURTH EYE
of
A post-conceptual poet.
Situation: Critical
after all this time
you think somebody might of learned
their lesson
after everything is gone then
what you gonna do
you think you might want to hold back
you think you might want to give back
you think you might want to turn back
somehow things must change
and it's got to be for the better
someday soon will bring
peace and love to share
with your brother
you think it might be too hard
you think it might be too far
you think it might take too long
chorus
situation's critical
in your life
situation's critical
in your life
in your life
you might not ever think that
what you do makes a difference
but if you'd only try
you might save someone's life
so what you gonna do
it's always up to you but
don't don't don't you give up
don't don't don't you give up
don't don't don't you give up
'cause when you think about it
you got to give it all you've got to give
you got to get back in and try it again
'cause that's the only way to make it today
chorus
song performed by by Ultra Nate
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Once a week we go to juvenile hall and talk to boys there. Just go and spend a day in the juvenile courts.
quote by Lisa Bonet
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