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The Carpenter(via Appia,23/03/44)

The Warden roused them early
on this, their final day.
He marched them out on hobbled feet-
Grey trucks took them away.

Doctors, lawyers, engineers,
All captured in a raid.
German Soldiers had been killed
Reprisals must be made..

Fathers, Husbands, sons all caught
within the Nazi snare.
Among them was a carpenter
Who bowed his head in prayer.

He’d walk the hills of Rome no more
Nor touch a lover’s check
Here, near the Via Appia
He’d find eternal sleep.

Five by five they entered in
to the foreboding cave.
There they knelt for benediction,
the kind that pistols gave.

The cave became a charnel house
Each man shot in the head.
It reeked of blood and excrement
Flies feasted on the dead.

The carpenter fell once or twice.
Can blood for blood atone? .
His killers coveted his coat
and forced him to disrobe.

By now they had grown sloppy
with drink and hate and fear.
The first shot missed completely
The second grazed his ear.

In seconds live eternities
He said his final prayer:
“Forgive them, Father, even this
done out of hate and fear

several shots rang out just then
each found his noble head
they shot him once more, in his side
to make sure he was dead.

Explosions rocked and sealed the cave
With tons of rock and stone
They didn’t think to post a guard
The grey trucks drove back home.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Two Shots Of Happy, One Shot Of Sad

Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
You think Im no good, well I know Ive been bad
Took you to a place, now you cant get back
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Walked together down a dead end street
We were mixing the bitter with the sweet
Dont try to figure out what we might of had
Just two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Im just a singer, some say a sinner
Rolling the dice, not always a winner
You say Ive been lucky, well hell Ive made my own
Not part of the crowd, but not feeling alone
Under pressure, but not bent out of shape
Surrounded, we always found an escape
Drove me to drink, but hey thats not all bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Guess Ive been greedy, all of my life
Greedy with my children, my lovers, my wife
Greedy for the good things as well as the bad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Maybe its just talk, saloon singing
The chairs are all stacked, the swingings stopped swinging
You say I hurt you, you put the finger on yourself
Then after you did it, you came crying for my help
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Im not complaining, baby Im glad
You call it a compromise, well whats that
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
Two shots of happy, one shot of sad
(happy birthday, frank)

song performed by by U2
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The Last Shot

Last shot sure killed me
Pour another drink
Lets drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall, with my -
- fall-fall-fall
Fall-fall-fall
Gimme a double, give yourself one two
Gimme a short beer, one for you too
And a toast to everything that doesnt move
That doesnt move
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I dont care what it is youve got
I just want to know that its my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit pretty good
See this here, this is where I chipped my tooth
Shot of vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot
Heres a toast to all thats good
And heres a toast to hate
And heres a toast to toasting and Im not boasting
When I say Im getting straight
When I say Im getting straight
But when you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit, but you always wish
That you knew it was your last shot

song performed by by Lou Reed
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The last shot should've killed me
Pour another drink
Let's drink to the last shot
And the blood on the dishes in the sink
Blood inside the coffee cup
Blood on the table top
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
I shot blood at the fly on the wall
My heart almost stopped
Hardly there at all
I broke the mirror with my fall
With my fall - fall - fall
Fall - fall - fall
Gimme a double
Give yourself one too
Gimme a short beer
One for you too
And a toast to everything that doesn't move
That doesn't move
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
Whiskey, bourbon, vodka and scotch
I don't care what it is you've got
I just want to know that it's my last shot
My last shot
I remember when I quit pretty good
See this here's where I chipped my tooth
I shot a vein in my neck and I coughed up a quaalude
On my last shot
My last shot
But when you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot
When you quit, you quit
But you always wish
You knew it was your last shot

song performed by by Lou Reed
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Sacred Flame (A tale of the Neanderthals) l

The newcomers killed my woman,
Ransacked my cave and killed my child.
My brother and I had been out hunting,
The only reason we’re still alive.

We noticed first as we drew closer
The sacred fire had gone out.
We dropped our catch and sniffed the air-
When I smelled blood I grabbed my axe.

My spirit dropped, my heart was saddened
My woman and my child lay dead
The newcomers had speared the baby
A club caved in my woman’s head.

My brother took the child to bury
I built a rock cairn for my mate
I stroked her matted hair in sadness
I stoked the fire of my hate.

From outside I heard my brother
Bellowing his battle cry
Four newcomers were attacking
I grabbed my spear and let it fly.

My aim was true, my man was gutted
My brother crushed another’s skull.
The other two ran short on courage
They fled as we stood side by side.

We too must flee, the caves’ unsafe-
And they’ll be back in force besides
We looked back at the cave in sadness
As we bid our home good bye

The ashes in our cave are cooling
Throughout Europa its’ the same
So many of my people dying
Who will tend the sacred flame?

poem by John F. McCullagh
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Burial of Sarah

He stood before the sons of Heth,
And bowed his sorrowing head;
"I've come," he said, "to buy a place
Where I may lay my dead.

"I am a stranger in your land,
My home has lost its light;
Grant me a place where I may lay
My dead away from sight."

Then tenderly the sons of Heth
Gazed on the mourner's face,
And said, "Oh, Prince, amid our dead,
Choose thou her resting-place.

"The sepulchres of those we love,
We place at thy command;
Against the plea thy grief hath made
We close not heart nor hand."

The patriarch rose and bowed his head,
And said, "One place I crave;
'Tis at the end of Ephron's field,
And called Machpelah's cave.

"Entreat him that he sell to me
For her last sleep that cave;
I do not ask for her I loved
The freedom of a grave."

The son of Zohar answered him,
"Hearken, my lord, to me;
Before our sons, the field and cave
I freely give to thee."

"I will not take it as a gift,"
The grand old man then said;
"I pray thee let me buy the place
Where I may lay my dead."

And with the promise in his heart,
His seed should own that land,
He gave the shekels for the field
He took from Ephron's hand.

And saw afar the glorious day
His chosen seed should tread,
The soil where he in sorrow lay
His loved and cherished dead.

poem by Frances Ellen Watkins Harper
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Supermanic Soul

(spoken sample: take this first song and uh, dance
I mean this, uh, first, lets start playing and dance.)
Well I just shot a man to death
Ive got a bullet out of my head
He fired back and I cant stop
A final shot and a final breath
Afraid to stop and afraid to check
The smell of fear and the color red
Had him with a 2 inch shell
Well its a brutal smell of death (* 4)
Saw my reflection in a spoon.
I had it with my not approved excuse (--> ? ? ? )
Ive got a supermanic soul
Ive pulled the trigger in the record room (* 2)
Ive put a stop to his loonytoons
Ive put him down in the record room
These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this
Dead!
(talking samples)
These are for you
Dead - break this
These are for you
Dead - break this * 3

song performed by by Ministry
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Sex Never Goes Out Of Fashion

She's the kind of girl who likes to do it stand up
From the back or anyway you want it, love
From the top if you keep it going all night
You're as good as the next for a fun time
Lookie here like a rabbit on the dancefloor
Party girl like you comin' in the back door
"c'mon boy, give it good, give an encore.."
Never leave a hungry sister begging one more
You keep it good and she'll beat you at your own game
Flip a switch and she's crying out her own name
Keep a lady happy as a little lamb
Give her head and you're riding on a sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
Wham bam slam it like a mama's man
Baby's on her back doin' the can-can
Such a babe-licious poco loco
Make her bob, make her beg and sweat it hardcore
Honky tonky lovin' keep her trembling
Funky style's never out of fashion, man
Keep it fresh with something for the weekend
Get some, daddy... You're riding on a sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
It's a sure shot... Honey, it's a sure shot
It's a sure shot, sure shot, sure shot
A little bit more
(Down her legs)
A little bit more
(Down her back)
A little bit more
(Down her neck)
A little bit more
(Down her arms)
A little bit more
(Down her breast)
A little bit m

song performed by by Garbage
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Open Your Eyes

Open your eyes
To the millions of lies
That they tell you everyday
Open your mind
To the clever disguise
That the advertisements say
How do they know what's good for you
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
they are better off dead
Will you wake up
Destroy all the land
And kill what you can
Just to make the profits rise
They sell you from birth
For all that you're worth
The money spreads like flies
How do they know what's good for you
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
they are better off dead
Will you wake up
Dont want to hate you
Dont want to blame it all on you
I'm out of options
If you dont look i'll force you to
Wake up
Wake up
A shot to the head
Just so you can be fed
Won't you wake up
wake up
Open your eyes
wont you open your eyes

song performed by by Goldfinger
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I Do Not Hate.....

I hate the way you drive me mad
And the way my head won't shut
I hate that you can make me glad
And the burning that won't cut

I hate the way you made me fall]
And how myself i found
I hate my mobile when you call
I hate that stupid sound

I hate the way my heart shivers
The time you call my cell
I hate that thoughts flow like rivers
Inside my head is hell

I hate the way you read my mind
I hate what you make me feel
I hate how I've become this blind
I hate that you are real

I hate it how you stole my pride
I hate that I admit
I hate the way I boil inside
And how my heart you lit

I hate to think that you are small
I hate to think you're not
I hate to think that above all
I might not get a shot

I hate the things you make me do
And how you make me shove
I hate that i do not hate you
I hate it might be love...

poem by Jane Eyre
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5. The Cat

The cat shot over the sleeping dog
And caught it with his paw
The cat shot over the table
Dog chased him through the door

The cat shot over the TV
And Landed in a chair
The cat shot over the ceiling light
Springs shot him through the air

The cat shot over the mirror
A cat gave him a fright
The cat shot over his image
But didn’t want to fight

The cat shot over the fireplace
Burnt tail on red hot coal
The cat shot over the hearthrug
Like a firework on a roll

The cat shot over the window ledge
Burnt curtains caught in the nets
The cat shot over in dad’s old car
For a visit to the vets

poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Where's Your Head At?

Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
You get what you give
That much is true
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
You turned the world away
From you
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
You have found yourself
Trapped in this
Incomprehensible maze
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont make it easy on yourself
Wheres your head at??
Got to get
Got to get
Got to get
Got to get
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Dont let the walls
Cave in on you
We cant evolve alone
Without you
Wheres your head at??
Wheres your head at??
We cant evolve alone
Without you
We cant evolve alone
Without you

song performed by by Fat Joe
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A War Raging On

There's a war raging on
Though I know not where
There are people fighting
Though they do not care
Soldiers are fighting
Mothers are crying
Fathers are preaching
For their sons are dying,
For their is a war killing
And no one really cares.

There's bullets shooting
As I see the guns loading
And there's planes flying
For I feel the bombs exploding,
I see war and I see blood
And death upon the sand
There's hunger and death
I still see in His hand,
For there's people killing
As I see the blood flowing.

There's soldiers marching
For I hear them coming
The killing is flowing
For I see the children running,
There are people being shot
Poets getting caught
Murderers being sought
Lessons again being taught,
For there is a war raging
As the soldiers are hunting.

There is a war coming
For I hear the horns blowing
There is more killing coming
For I see the hate growing,
Children are getting killed
Burying bombs in the fields
Land is being destroyed
Mountains are becoming hills,
For there is a war coming
For I see the hate showing.

Randy L. McClave

poem by Randy McClave
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Put Out The Fire

Words and music by brian may
They called him a hero
In the land of the free
But he wouldnt shake my hand boy
He disappointed me
So I got my hand gun
And I blew him away
That critter was a bad guy
And I had to make him pay
You might fear for my reason
I dont care what they say
Look out baby its the season
For the mad masquerade
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Oh you need a bullet like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Dont believe what your grand-daddy said
She was my lover
It was a shame that she died
But the constitutions right on my side
cause I caught my lover in the neighbours bed
I got retribution
Filled em all full of lead
Ive been told its the fashion
To let me on the streets again
Its nothing but a crime of passion
And Im not to blame
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a weapon like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire baby put out the fire
And let your sons and daughters sleep sound in their beds
You know a gun never killed nobody
You can ask anyone
People get shot by people
People with guns
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
You need a gun like a hole in the head
Put out the fire put out the fire put out the fire
Just tell me that old fashioned gun law is dead
Shoot shoot..

song performed by by Queen
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The Day they Murdered Camelot

.

One afternoon in Dallas, Texas
November, Nineteen sixty three
A brace of shots were fired
That would enter history

With Jacqueline beside him
in the presidential Limousine
John Kennedy was waving
taking in the happy scene.

Coming out of Dealy plaza
They made the turn on Elm
No shots had yet been fired
The day was mild and warm.

From above, Oswald was waiting
In the book deposit loft
His rifle at the ready
His prey scoped and crossed.

“You can't say that they don't love you”
the governor's wife said
From behind a shot was fired
a scoped rifle spitting lead.

J.F.K. then clutched his throat
And John Connelly his side
A second bullet hit a curb
and ricocheted aside.

The third shot was the killing shot
bone and brain cells flying
The Marines had trained the sniper well
and Camelot was dying.

That afternoon in Dallas
As darkness was descending
Did he think about his children
as consciousness was ebbing?

“Make for Parkland Hospital”
The secret service screamed
they'd failed to save the president
But who had done the deed?

Walter Cronkite told the nation
that Camelot was dead.
L.B.J. on Air Force One
became the nation’s head.

Back on the Streets of Dallas
Oswald had killed again.
An officer named Tippit
Lay in the gutter, dead.

Oswald was apprehended
In a movie house nearby
They found his nest and rifle
What they never found was why...

A nation mourned its President
on his final Caisson ride
and watched his little boy salute
standing by his Mother's side.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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How To Fight Loneliness

The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
You've changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, you've changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, you've changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more

song performed by by Wilco
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3rd October

You shot my left leg with a gun and now,
I cannot walk properly;
But love will take me on to the end,
For my mind is free to all around me.
Why do you hate me so much? !
For i am a writer and a lover and,
I do not hate anyone.
Of the gun shot,
I am now struggling to walk on my legs;
But with my mind only onto the Creator,
I will surely make it for my fans to read my peoms.
This world is full of hate but,
Let us build it with love;
Because i was walking very peacfully until,
You shot me on the 3rd of October.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Shot In The Arm

The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
Your pillow wept
And covered your eyes
And you finally slept
While the sun caught fire
Youve changed
We fell in love
In the key of C
We walked along
Down by the sea
You followed me down
The neck to D
And fell again
Into the sea
You changed
Oh, youve changed
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Maybe all I need is a shot in the arm
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
Something in my veins bloodier than blood
The ashtray says
You were up all night
When you went to bed
With your darkest mind
You changed
Oh, youve changed
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more
What you once were isnt what you want to be any more

song performed by by Wilco
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Dial 8

On a sea of nails in self doubt
I push this feeling further into this sound.
In all this failing i could never hide
The truth of pain that left me broken on the inside.
We are the future, We are the lie
Trapped in holy innocence we only wish to thrive
We are the nightmare buried deep in your mind
We are the travesty sweetened with your pain.
Alive, Alive, but Barely Alive.
Alive, Alive, but Barely Alive.
Shepherds spreading death
Dragged outside shot in the head.
Holy maimed again.
Dragged outside shot in the head.
A million faces in a bloody shroud
I hear their voices calling me to put you down.
Covered in blood, drowning in my hate
I covered my eyes, I covered your eyes
I covered my eyes.
We are the cancer eating at your mind.
We are the ministries for all of your crimes.
Shepherds spreading deaht.
Dragged outside shot in the head
Holy maimed again.
Dragged outside shot in the head
Dragged outside shot in the head
Holy maimed, holy maimed again.

song performed by by Velvet Acid Christ
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A Bullet Named Ken

A Snapshot of war.

He lies next to me in the mud
Dead; a shot blew half of his skull
Away leaving the taste of brains
In my mouth.” I shot that goddamn,
Dirty, rotten rag head, Ken! I
Cut him in half before he
Hit the ground! ” Ken had a grotesque
look on his dirty, blood-soaked face.
Something I couldn’t quite make out.
I stared into his vacant eyes
And found myself unconsciously
Saying with no embarrassment,
“I’m glad it had “your” name on it.”

poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Child of Then

I lay down on my living room floor
Convinced that the world would end.
A crisis off Cuba with missiles in route.
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

A lady in pink with blood on her dress.
A President shot in the head
I remember where I was exactly that day
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Police battle Blacks, Watts is in flames
Protests rage on without end.
King is dead at the hand of a bigoted man
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Camelots heir sought to bind up the wounds
Then Sirhan Sirhan shot him dead.
Bobby bled out on the kitchen tiled floor
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

Asian girl running, naked, on a dirt country road.
A Viet Cong man shot in the head
Fifty Eight Thousand names on a wall
Yes, I am a Child of Then.

poem by John F. McCullagh
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