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A Culture of Greed (The Riots Summer 2011)

Now the English streets are quiet
The lads are hoping for another riot!
What do you do when you can't get a job?
Burn down a supermarket and loot and rob!
Give the community a bit of a scare!
That's what you do when life's not fair.
Blame it on Cameron and Brown and Blair
Everyone knows that none of them care.
Go on, my friend, take what you need,
This is the hour of lawlessness and greed,
What does it matter if a few people die?
I'm bloody well getting my slice of the pie! !

poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Well it was sunday bloody sunday
When they shot the people there
The cries of thirteen martyrs
Filled the free derry air
Is there any one amongst you
Dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding
When they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You claim to be majority
Well you know that its a lie
Youre really a minority
On this sweet emerald isle
When stormont bans our marches
Theyve got a lot to learn
Internment is no answer
Its those mothers turn to burn!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
You anglo pigs and scotties
Sent to colonize the north
You wave your bloody union jack
And you know what its worth!
How dare you hold to ransom
A people proud and free
Keep ireland for the irish
Put the english back to sea!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Well, its always bloody sunday
In the concentration camps
Keep falls road free forever
From the bloody english hands
Repatriate to britain
All of you who call it home
Leave ireland to the irish
Not for london or for rome!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!
Sunday bloody sunday
Bloody sundays the day!

song performed by by Lennon John
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Well, it was sunday, bloody sunday when the shot the people there.
The cries of thirteen martyrs filled the free derry air.
Is there anyone amongst you dare to blame it on the kids?
Not a soldier boy was bleeding when they nailed the coffin lids!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, you claim to be majority, well, you know that its a lie.
Youre really a minority on this sweet emerald isle.
When stormont bans our marches, theyve got a lot to learn,
Internment is no answer, its those mothers turn to burn.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey! yeah!
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
All you anglo pigs and scotties sent to colonise the north,
You wave your bloody union jacks and you know what its worth.
How dare you hold to ransom a people proud and free?
Keep ireland to the irish, put the english back to sea!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Hey, hey, hey!
Alright!
Ooh -
Yeah!
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Well, its always bloody sunday in the concentration camps.
Keep falls road free forever from the bloody british hands.
Repatriate to britain all of you who call it home,
Leave ireland to the irish not for london or for rome.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday, bloody sundays the day.
Sunday, bloody sunday.

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Sunday, Bloody Sunday

song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Bloody Luxury

(coverdale)
Now when I first met you
I was rolling along,
Just a bar room crooner
Singing heartbreak songs,
An I supposed I could never get next to you
But, you seemed quite happy with my company
You kept my body heat steady at 103,
With your mouth full of gimme
An your body full of much obliged
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Youre a five star woman,
An you know what to give
To fill a part time loser
Full of reasons to live,
But, theres no doubt about it
Im taking a chance on you
Becos you get my heart beating heavy,
Make my knees go weak
You get me so damn nervous
I can hardly speak,
But, nothings gonna stop me
Hanging on my good luck charm
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
What you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
Bloody luxury
Honey what you do to me
Its bloody luxury
What you mean to me,
cos no matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
No matter what you do to me,
Its bloody luxury
Bloody luxury
Bloody luxury...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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There once was a man on a diet,
Who was hoping to keep it all quiet,
But it came to the crunch
When he guzzled his lunch:
In his stomach there broke out a riot.

(Written Feb/March 1995)

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Only The Loot Can Make You Happy

Uh rockland in my life
Uh huh track masters youre all I need in my life make money
Uh duece duece youre all I need in my life
Uh huh yo yo yo yo
I remember in the days
Yall niggas talkin all that s about keepin it real
But when it comes to this game imma play the field
Rockland had loot before we signed the deal
Haters get in the way and catch the sky like seal
We used to use the streets for the football field
In church free lunch was our only meal
But now we push whips with lorenzo wheels
Living it up in beverly hills
You know 9 to 5 was only temporary
Now the ladies wanna find tone in a hurry
Got em hittin notes that mariah couldnt carry
All you player haters going down like mary
Cop the rolls royce a player with a choice
Ladies stay moist from the sound of my voice
The lady killers pass the keys to our villas
Rockland track masters top billers
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
Happy show me the loot
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
So happy show me the loot
I never thought that i
Could make someone like you
I felt energized
When you went through my groove
Ill never let you go no
Youre so right for me
Ive got to let you know
Forever you and me the ballas anthem right here
Only the loot can make me happy show me the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy show me the loot baby
So happy show me the loot
You must be heaven sent
Sent into my life
And I compliment you honey the money nuttin but the loot baby
We have a love thats long and true
I make you in many ways
Ive got to roll with you
Each and every day
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy ah hah
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
So happy nuttin but the loot
Youre all I need in my life in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you mmm hmm mmm hmm
Mmm hmm
Youre all I need in my life
I dont need no one mmm hmm I dont need no one but you
Said youre all I need in my life in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you
Youre all I need in my life
I dont need no one I dont need no one but you you know what im
Sayin
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Oh happy r kelly
So happy r kelly
Only the loot can make me happy rockland
So happy track masters
So happy nuttin but the loot
Only the loot can make me happy
Oh happy help me out
So happy show me the loot
Only the loot can make me happy nuttin but the loot baby
Happy nuttin but the loot baby
So happy
All I need in my life in my life in my life woo nuttin but the
Loot
Said youre all I need in my life in my life in my life nuttin but
The loot baby

song performed by by R. Kelly
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Those That Work Till Midnight

there are those that work till midnight
even beyond it
when all are asleep and busy with their dreams
when all the lights of the houses and even the streets
are turned off

there are those who cannot sleep and make their
nights days
there are those who know what their mission in life is
not counting the hours
not minding the sacrifices
like a candle they burn both ends

there are those who die earlier than expected
these are those who do not complain and
not say a word
for what they have done

they give all that they have and that is what only matters
they do not even care if the world remembers

you read this poem and it is 11: 24 in the evening
in this silent hour, you are one of them,
i salute you, my dear friend and companion.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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COME to me, all ye that labour; I will give your spirits rest;
Here apart in starry quiet I will give you rest.
Come to me, ye heavy laden, sin defiled and care opprest,
In your father's quiet mansions, soon to prove a welcome guest.
But an hour you bear your trial, sin and suffer, bleed and die;
But an hour you toil and combat here in day's inspiring eye.
See the feet of your deliverer; lo, the hour of freedom nigh.

poem by Robert Louis Stevenson
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Even As Cities Burn

Come on get those cocktails ready.
The riot is tonight.
Time to settle the score.
No I don't think so.
I rather use my words.
Hurting others brings no satisfaction to me as it does you.
So then your not coming?
I'm sorry but I just can't.
This war will destroy.
I rather not bloody my hands as another one of them.
Guilty by association.
No matter how greedy the bastards really are.
Its not my job to mar.
They will destroy themselves.
One way or another.
Fine I'm leaving without you coward.
I'm sorry but I just don't believe in that kind of violence.
A prediction as history will play out and repeat its self.
Like a broken record.
It continues on.
Even as cities burn.
Killing and looting will play out as it always does.
Their is already enough blame to go around.
Why should be involved in disembowelling of what I helped to create?
When it is done you can celebrate.
And I'll sit in prayer for its all of our mistakes.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Mr Tony Blair

Like every British Prime Minister he has purpose in his stare
And few are as good at talking tough as Mr Tony Blair
Once the World's greatest Empire to much now does not amount
And lessons that are in the past are never taken into account.

The British Government once took part of Iraq and formed a new State
And re-named Iraq's nineteenth province the Kingdom of Kuwait
And one war leads to another war look at Iraq today
A land ravaged by war where the Brits play a major part along with the U S A.

The winners always write the history in Ireland Cromwell left his trail of shame
But like every other war winner he did not take any blame
For the diplacement and deaths of thousands of innocent people streets signs now honour his ill fame
Yet in England's sister Country his is still a loathed name.

And the old tradition of waging war carried on by Mr Blair
In this wrongful war waged in Iraq he is a major player
And Saddam was the loser his statue was dragged down
If he had won today he'd be the God of Baghdad Town.

Can the likes of Bush and Blair and Johnny Howard bring back to life their war dead?
They only have the power for to take life enough of them is said
They are as bad as Saddam who is deservedly in disgrace
But the winners only write the war history and that always is the case.

Perhaps he will live to a ripe old age and the good life he'll enjoy
And for his victories in war as a hero he will die
And in years from now there will be streets named after Tony Blair
When all is said and all is done doesn't life seem so unfair?

poem by Francis Duggan
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It Does Not Matter #2

it does not matter- if you're getting old
it does not matter- if you're skin and bones
it does not matter-if you're old and gray
it does not matter-if you go or stay
it does not matter- what people say
it does not matter-living day to day

the only thing that matters, is that
you're alive today
and you'll fight whatever comes your way.

never give up on yourself
for you have no one else.
age is with us to contend
age is something that is not your friend.

it does not matter- if you had a good life
it does not matter- if you're contrite.

no one really knows the true life you've led
and if you deserve to be in a bed.
and if death is at your bedside
in' GOD' you must confide.

HE is the only one that knows what
you've been through.
so confession is what you have to do.

but! it does not matter
if you confess or not
for he has your graveplot.

so ask forgiveness for what you've done
to' GODS' only son.

poem by Louis Rams
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The Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe

COME all ye lads and lassies and listen to me a while,
And I’ll sing for you a verse or two will cause you all to smile;
It’s all about a young man, and I’m going to tell you now,
How he lately came a-courting of the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.

Said he, “My pretty fair maid, will you come along with me,
We’ll both go off together, and married we will be;
We’ll join our hands in wedlock bands, I’m speaking to you now,
And I’ll do my best endeavour for the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.”

This fair and fickle young thing, she knew not what to say,
Her eyes did shine like silver bright and merrily did play;
She said, “Young man, your love subdue, for I am not ready now,
And I’ll spend another season at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe.

Said he, “My pretty fair maid, how can you say so,
Look down in yonder valley where my crops do gently grow,
Look down in yonder valley where my horses and my plough
Are at their daily labour for the Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe.”

“If they’re at their daily labour, kind sir, it’s not for me,
For I’ve heard of your behaviour, I have, indeed,” she said;
“There is an Inn where you call in, I have heard the people say,
Where you rap and call and pay for all, and go home at the break of day.”

“If I rap and call and pay for all, the money is all my own,
And I’ll never spend your fortune, for I hear you have got none.
You thought you had my poor heart broke in talking with me now,
But I’ll leave you where I found you, at the foot of the Sweet Brown Knowe.”

poem by Anonymous English
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Wallow in the Greed

If you could know how much I earn,
I'm sure to see you blush!
To earn the stipend that I do
Will mean therefore, I look at you
From high above in my success
And say to you, 'Poor thing, God bless.'

The greedy bastard that I am –
I love to drown in bling!
Unlike you – so bloody poor, and
Picking coins up off the floor!
But sorry mate, I'm not to blame –
The fact your bank account is lame!

Come and see my flashy car,
Awash inside with leather –
I saw the battered wreck you drive,
Spewing out its oily smog!
Your banger, friend, is such a dog –
Clanking out its dialogue.

I shall die in gleaming wealth,
Floating out in gentle stealth –
Having bought an excellent health.
As for you, my hard-up mate,
You'll fade away a slave to fate,
Surviving on the welfare state.

Greed, greed, greed, greed
Greed, greed, feed the greed.

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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To my dear friend, who brought me back from a terrible place

A dear friend lifts you up,
brings you back from a hellish life.
A dear friend makes you smile,
even as tears stream down your face.
A dear friend shows you that life has meaning,
that your worth something and you belong.
A dear friend tells you how they care,
let you know that you are important and priceless to them.
A dear friend loves you no matter what,
no matter your imperfections or you faults.
A dear friend is always there,
to make it all better, to make your crappy day go away.
A dear friend is what everyone needs,
what everyone deserves.
A dear friend is given from God,
the greatest gift the heavens could ever give.

Thank you Buddy!

poem by Angelic Warrior
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Quiet Life

Somethings happenin but Im just gonna turn a blind eye.
If I see no evil, ask no questions, and I hear no lies.
Cant communicate with minds that are small,
With some people its like talkin to the wall
And a fellow who walks away,
Lives to battle another day.
And Ive really got no appetite
For a fight,
Not tonight.
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
No ambition to rock the boat
When I can just stay afloat.
Be content with a quiet life
All I want is a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Hear no evil, see no evil, speak no evil at all.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.
Id rather have em think Im deaf, dumb, and blind
Than aggravation every time I speak my mind
Keep _________ at a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
I could easily blow my top,
Start a row,
But why start now?
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
[instrumental section]
Give your daddy a quiet life.
Give your mother a quiet life.
Anything for a quiet life.
Confidentially, between these walls,
Im on top of it all.

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The Diversity of People

There are pretty people
There are ugly people,
There are short people
There are fat people,
There are tall people
And there are skinny people

There are people that you blame
And there are people that blame you,
There are people like me
And there are people like you

There are mothers
And there are fathers,
There are sons
And there are daughters

They are all wound up in their family trees,
Walking ordinarily on the streets
To life's different beats

poem by Jessica Goudreault
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The Burn

Chorus:
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Ill take the blame its my mistake
One heart goes free one heart just aches
Its an easy kill within my range
I made the break honey you kept the pain
And yesterday means nothin to me now (doesnt matter)
Ill keep it hid youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
I fished loves kiss from the wishing well
Wound up in heaven stayed around for hell
Its a common crime to live this lie
I see no point after love has died
Ill be the one who said good-bye (oh yeah)
And Ill take the heat for the tears you cry
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Or the hurt thats hidden in the heart
They say you pay with what you earn
Bad is better than the burn
Cold is the shoulder that turns away
Curses the man on judgment day
Damned by the brand done too soon
Crawled out of this house and howled at the moon
(guitar solo)
And yesterday means nothing to me now
Ill keep it hid, youll live somehow
Bad is better than the burn
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn
Truth is better than a lie
Some people never learn
Bad is better than the burn
Bad is better than the burn...

song performed by by Starship
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Let's Drink to our next Meeting

Let's drink to our next meeting, lads,
Nor think on what's atwixt;
They're fools wha spoil the present hour
By thinking on the next.

Chorus
Then here's to Meg o' Morningside,
An Kate o' Kittlemark;
The taen she drank her hose and shoon,
The tither pawned her sark.

A load o' wealth, an' wardly pelf,
They say is sair to bear;
Sae he's a gowk would scrape an' howk
To make his burden mair

Chorus

Gif Care looks black the morn, lads,
As he's come doon the lum,
Let's ease our hearts by swearing, lads,
We never bade him come.

Chorus

Then here's to our next meeting, lads,
Ne'er think on what's atwixt;
They're fools who spoil the present hour
By thinking on the next.

Chorus

poem by Hew Ainslie
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Strong Beer

“What do you think
The bravest drink
Under the sky?”
“Strong beer,” said I.

“There’s a place for everything,
Everything, anything,
There’s a place for everything
Where it ought to be:
For a chicken, the hen’s wing;
For poison, the bee’s sting;
For almond-blossom, Spring;
A beerhouse for me.”

“There’s a prize for every one
Every one, any one,
There’s a prize for every one,
Whoever he may be:
Crags for the mountaineer,
Flags for the Fusilier,
For English poets, beer!
Strong beer for me!”

“Tell us, now, how and when
We may find the bravest men?”
“A sure test, an easy test:
Those that drink beer are the best,
Brown beer strongly brewed,
English drink and English food.”

Oh, never choose as Gideon chose
By the cold well, but rather those
Who look on beer when it is brown,
Smack their lips and gulp it down.
Leave the lads who tamely drink
With Gideon by the water brink,
But search the benches of the Plough,
The Tun, the Sun, the Spotted Cow,
For jolly rascal lads who pray,
Pewter in hand, at close of day,
“Teach me to live that I may fear
The grave as little as my beer.”

poem by Robert Graves
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Trouble within

Greed and selfishness,
Trademark of a nation
Misery and hopelessness,
burden of its people

Yesterday oppressed,
Today’s oppressors

Who shall we blame,
If no our own self?
Who shall we blame,
If not our own people?

Paradigm of failure,
Archetype of frustration
Cited as example
Of everything gone wrong

No value,
No respect

Who shall we blame,
If not our own self?
Who shall we blame,
If not our own people?

poem by Edmond Nsheuko
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Sunday Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Sunday, Bloody Sunday

Bloody Luxury

Only The Loot Can Make You Happy

Those That Work Till Midnight

Variant Form Of The Preceding Poem

Even As Cities Burn

Mr Tony Blair

It Does Not Matter #2

The Maid of the Sweet Brown Knowe

Wallow in the Greed

To my dear friend, who brought me back from a terrible place

Quiet Life

The Diversity of People

The Burn

Let's Drink to our next Meeting

Strong Beer

Trouble within

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