Tons of Excess Everyday Is Thrown Away
What is all the fuss about?
It can not be over oil.
Gushing it does freely from the Gulf.
Millions of barrels is the estimate of it.
What is all the fuss about?
Shortages of resources of what?
Deceits or beliefs?
Hoodwinks or just blatant lies?
What is all the fuss about?
A financial crisis?
Why is this perception allowed to exist?
Who and which group is the benefactor of this?
When tons of excess everyday is thrown away!
Even in Zimbabwe,
They are washing the dirt off dollar bills...
And hanging them out to dry!
Try taking a head of cabbage,
From a garbage bin behind a supermarket chain...
And you will go to jail without fail.
Tons of 'perceived' excess everyday is thrown away!
Even in Zimbabwe,
They are washing the dirt off dollar bills...
And hanging them out to dry!
'May I have two fools, please!
Oh?
There is a sale?
I'll have a dozen!
No...
Make that three dozen.
And a bushel of idiots.
Oh?
You're giving them away?
This must be my lucky day! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The major material advantage, financial advantage from having a reserve currency is that between 200 and 300 billion dollar bills, that may be twenty, fifty, hundred dollar bills as well as ones, exist in the world - a lot of them in Russia as you all know I'm sure.
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Hush The Fuss
You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
And thinking life is too tough.
And that you've had enough,
Because the life you live is just too rough.
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.
You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.
You complain about the trivial things.
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.
You want to blame your pain on others to name,
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.
And you want to play the same tired games,
But...
Hush the fuss.
Since too many got it rougher.
Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss,
Since too many got it rougher.
You've been familiar with the bottom,
But it's time to look up.
And dropp excuses if you got 'em,
With a mind corrupt...
On stuff!
But...
Hush the fuss.
Hush the fuss.
Yes,
Hush your fuss,
Since too many got it rougher.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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On The Old Dirt Road
Writers: leo sayer & frank farrell
On the old dirt road
Without a care
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Oh Im a millionairre
Oh and I would do anything to go back there
On the old dirt road
Oh my brother and me
We make a mess all weekend
Till sunday eve
Oh and I am travelling through the past
Oh and I can see myself face to face in the looking glass
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
I got no name
Build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I am a child again
Oh and I dont need to pretend
Oh I hear you cry
Go back to sleep
But I cant make it stop
cos its not a dream
Playing in the dust
I havent got a care
And nobody makes a fuss
cos theres no one there
On the old dirt road
Im a millionairre
Gotta sixpence in my pocket
Havent got a care
On the old dirt road
I aint got no name
I build a castle wall
Knock it down again
Oh and I would do anything to go back there again
Oh and I -- Im a child again
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Sorry
Into each life there comes a time
When you must pay your lovers dues
Breakin out in a cold sweat
Cause youve been rightfully accused
Im not such a strong man
That love cant make me weak
Youre walkin out the door
And its hurting me so deep, so deep
And Im sorry
Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre
Saying goodbye to me
Every young boy will grow up
To then become a man
Then the difference from wrong and right
He clearly understands
Im not such a big man
That I cant break down in tears
Cause my whole body went into shock
When you told me you were out of here! out of here!
And Im sorry
Sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre saying
Goodbye to me, to me
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever made you cry
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever told you lies
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, so sorry
If you added up all the good times
And compared them with the bad
Youd realize that our love
Was the best you ever had
Im not such a proud man
That I wont cop a plea
See me baby girl, Im on my knees
Beggin please, baby please, baby please, oh yeah
Im sorry, sorry that I made you cry
Sorry, sorry that I told you lies
Im sorry, Im sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, sorry cause now youre
Saying goodbye to me, me baby, me baby, me baby
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever told you lies
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, that I ever made you cry
Im sorry baby, that I ever did it to you
Im sorry baby, sorry the way we fuss and fight
Im sorry, Im sorry, Im sorry, sorry, sorry,
Sorry, sorry (repeat)
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Lightning
(chorus)
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
They say lightning, they say lightning
Lightning never strikes twice in a row
Generations, generations
First they fight and then they forget
What they were fighting about in the first place
Here it comes, the big explosion
Havent I seen that once before
Or is it just some deja vu
Just some long forgotten dream
Just some silly memory
History does not repeat, it never, never does
(repeat chorus)
(bridge)
I should know
Ive been hit three times (or was it four? )
Im a walking testimony
Come here, look at these holes
Im a walking testimony
Just look at these holes, look at these holes!
Generations, generations
Fathers never teach their sons
And grandpa never talked to them and so on
Memories are inconvenient
When theres lessons to be learned
That just might rock the boat too much
Cause anxiety and such
We cannot walk without our crutches
We cannot walk, we cannot walk, we never, never could
(repeat chorus and bridge)
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
Hey, whats all the fuss about?
They say lightning, they say lightning
Lightning never strikes twice in a row
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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Tons Of Steel
I know these rails were on like I know my ladys smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
Cant begin to count the trips she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for each time weve both been down this grade.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow.
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Its one hell of an understatement, to say she cant be beat.
Shes temperamental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasnt built to travel at speed or through mud slides.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin in the back.
Well I have pray to God this aint the day we meet,
Ive done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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100,000 Tons Of Steel
I know these rails were on like I know my ladys smile,
We see a dozen dreams in every passing mile.
Cant begin to count the trips she and I have made,
But I wish I had a dollar for each time weve both been down this grade.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow.
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Its one hell of an understatement, to say she cant be beat.
Shes tempermental, more a bitch than a machine.
She wasnt built to travel at speed or through mud slides.
These wheels are bound to jump the tracks before they burn like the ties
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Murphy sure out done himself to pick this stretch of track
I can only hope my luck is ridin in the back.
Well I have pray to God this aint the day we meet,
Ive done about everything, but try dragging my feet.
And 100,000 tons of steel, made to roll.
The brakes dont work and this grades too steep, her engines sure to blow
And 100,000 tons of steel, out of control,
Shes more a rollercoaster than the train I used to know.
Oh, oh I want to go down slow.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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A Poem For Solitude
the sun comes here
faithfully
without the sound of the band
the grasses meet it
without so much fuss
the long trees stand there
and there is no dancing
the leaves listen to the passing wind
the dew slowly give in
to an unnoticeable disappearance
an exit without the goodbyes
the rituals of parting
sweet-sorrows of a Romeo and Juliet
nevertheless
this is everyday
a solitude that everyone knows
and hence
does not talk about
except me
who wants perhaps to make
a record of events
before i finally pass away
on the solitude of
nature
on the beauty that the mind sees
and accepts
and simmer without much
fuss.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Throwaway Society
We live in a throwaway society
and hardly anyone
appreciates anything they got.
Years ago, we looked after
everything we had;
if it got broken, we mended it.
Now if something gets broken,
most discard it in a bin,
then go to the local shops
and start all over again.
It seems to me
there is no appreciation anymore,
even when it comes to food.
They talk of the world’s starving,
yet everyday tons and tons of food
is just thrown away.
When will someone ever say stop,
don’t throw that away,
fix it for another generation
so they can learn and play.
As for the food
lets stop the wastage there.
If we did that,
there might well be enough to share
and no baby in the world
would go hungry anymore.
6 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Spies Like Us
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey dont feel afraid
Of an undercover aid
Theres no need to fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
We dont know the meaning of fear
We play every minute by ear
One for all and all for one
Everybodys on the run
Especially at this time of year
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
No one else can look that way
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
We get there by hook or by crook
We dont do a thing by the book
Never needed special clothes
How we did it no one knows
I guess we must have had what it took
Ooh ooh, ooh
Oh when things get tough
(oh when things get tough)
Guys like us act rough
(guys like us act rough)
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Dirt Bike
Here comes the dirt bike
Beware of the dirt bike
Because I hear theyre coming to our town
Theyve got plans for everyone
And now I hear theyre over their sophomore jinx, so you had better check it out
All hail the dirt bike
Philosopher dirt bike
Silence as we gathered round
We saw the word and were on our way
Now its
Brain washing dirt bike
Ground shaking dirt bike
Mind bending dirt bike
In control
Soul crushing dirt bike
Self propelled dirt bike
You see I never thought Id understand
til that bike took me by the hand
Now I ride
Ride
Ride
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Top Dollar
Well I tried to find something
Something to hold on to
I thought it was you cause Im sick and tired
Of trying to make something
Something out of nothing
I guess since you were bluffing
Now I think Im losing my mind
The pain in my heart
Was it worth the price?
The pain in my heart
Was it worth the time I wasted on you?
Youre giving me the top dollar blues
And I gave you it all, all
All that I could give you
Youve taken what Ive given
Ynd thrown it all away
Like its nothing
Never meant nothing
Now Im left with nothing
What an awful price Ive paid
The pain in my heart,
Was it worth the price?
The pain in my heart,
Was it worth the time I wasted on you?
Youre giving me the top dollar blues.
Ive bet all my money and thats how it goes
You ran a good race
But you lost just by a nose
Its true.
Baby, youre giving me the top dollar blues.
The top dollar blues,
I gave you it all, all
All that I could give you
And the top dollar blues
Top dollar blues
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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Top Dollar
Well I tried to find something
Something to hold on to
I thought it was you cause Im sick and tired
Of trying to make something
Something out of nothing
I guess since you were bluffing
Now I think Im losing my mind
The pain in my heart
Was it worth the price?
The pain in my heart
Was it worth the time I wasted on you?
Youre giving me the top dollar blues
And I gave you it all, all
All that I could give you
Youve taken what Ive given
Ynd thrown it all away
Like its nothing
Never meant nothing
Now Im left with nothing
What an awful price Ive paid
The pain in my heart,
Was it worth the price?
The pain in my heart,
Was it worth the time I wasted on you?
Youre giving me the top dollar blues.
Ive bet all my money and thats how it goes
You ran a good race
But you lost just by a nose
Its true.
Baby, youre giving me the top dollar blues.
The top dollar blues,
I gave you it all, all
All that I could give you
And the top dollar blues
Top dollar blues
song performed by by Whiskeytown
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The Great Lie
urine stained sheets
tobacco broken teeth
gnarled old hands
and kerosene feet
check comes once a month
only lasts for a few days
a bony old cat
and cracked windowpanes
end of time, end of days
only the strong will survive
call it justice, the American way
call it the great lie
cast off, used up, and spent
thrown to the side
excess baggage, human garbage
already dead, waiting to die...
baby crying and cold
roaches run across the floor
dirty dishes in the sink
eviction notice on the door
washes up as best she can
puts on her dirty clothes
prays the old car will start
dont know where they'll go
end of time, end of days
only the strong will survive
call it justice, the American way
call it the Great Lie
cast off, used up, and spent
thrown to the side
excess baggage, human garbage
already dead, waiting to die...
excess baggage, human garbage
already dead, waiting to die.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Now, we put out a lot of carbon dioxide every year, over 26 billion tons. For each American, it's about 20 tons. For people in poor countries, it's less than one ton. It's an average of about five tons for everyone on the planet. And, somehow, we have to make changes that will bring that down to zero.
quote by Bill Gates
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They Fuss It to Be Cut Up
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People aren't grateful to receive a gift.
Or appreciate it without examining the value of it.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
They fuss it to be cut up.
Some just can't let it be!
With a letting go.
They want to beat it to then leave it.
Come back,
To again...
Service it with lip.
As if 'whatever' it is...
Exists in their minds,
Breathes...
As if it lives.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint!
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Complaining and showing no shame.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
They cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
They fuss it to be cut up.
People are cold.
Whining without restraint.
And complaining having no shame.
They...
Cuss it to be cut up.
People are bold.
Fussing with a cutting up.
People are cold.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Who Can Stand In The Way
Well oh well I feel Im in decay
John laws is on the air again
Its heavy traffic, jacarandas, eye in the sky and foot on ground
I see a million sand speckd ants in mortal combat hand to hand
And I feel that i
Yes I feel that i
Seem to live this life long distance
Gaze at the things surround me
People rolling in and out
Those circles and tides confound me
And theres just one thing
Yes theres just one thing
Who can stand in the way
When theres a dollar to be made?
I was hanging round off dobroyd point
When the first fleet chain sailed in
Looked into the clearest blue
The scurvy smell, the convicts cry
And we just carried on,
Yes we just carried on
Now choppers strafe the supermarket sky
And people wonder why
Chopping down tons of trees
Got seas of print not a soul can read say
Why do I drown you build brick boxes
One by one now they block my sun
But its metal on metal
Its the dance of tv
If christ were here hed camera check
Hed cry so loud the planes would stop
Hed cry so loud the earth would shake
And men would fall in tinsel town
Theres just one thing
Yes theres just one thing...
Who can stand in the way
When theres a dollar to be made?
Precious moments, precious few
When that dollars more than me and you
Its the joy of forgetting,
Such a joy to forget
But we killed all our firstborn
And we slashed and we burned
And we sold off the paddocks
And we raped and we gouged
On the wings of a six-pack
Will we ever learn?
(moginie/garrett)
song performed by by Midnight Oil
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~ Fuss for Un-Gotten why then? ~
~ Fuss for Un-Gotten why then? ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
June 18,2010
Getting is but getting
Clichéd staled stereotyping!
Not getting is
Not truly ~ not getting
But getting much n’ more.
What we don’t get
Actually that is
Wow ~
Gotten the lush lavish
Luxuriant Un-Gotten!
Catch catharsis in Un-Gotten pliss!
Fuss for Un-Gotten why then?
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Summertime Blues
(eddie cochran/jerry capehart)
Well Im a-gonna raise a fuss, Im gonna raise a holler
About workin all summer just to try an earn a dollar
Everytime I call my baby, to try to get a date
My boss says, no dice, son, you gotta work late
Sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do
cause there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Well my mom n papa told me, son, you gotta make some money
If you wanna use the car to go ridin next sunday
Well I didnt go to work, told the boss I was sick
Now you cant use the car cause you didnt work a lick
Sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do
cause there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Im gonna take two weeks, gonna have a vacation
Im gonna take my problem to the united nation
Well I called my congressman and he said quote
Id like to help you son, but youre too young to vote
Sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do
cause there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Well Im a-gonna raise a fuss, Im gonna raise a holler
About workin all summer just to try an earn a dollar
Sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do
cause there aint no cure for the summertime blues
Yeah, sometimes I wonder what Im gonna do
cause there aint no cure for the summertime blues
No there aint no cure for the summertime blues
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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His Red Dirt Life
So many red dirt roads he’s traveled
Along his long red dirt life
Children born and raised with
His charming red dirt wife
A home was built and furnished
Upon his red dirt land
He’s done the very best he could
Always taking a red dirt stand
Red dirt roads that lead up to
A bridge to the other side
He tries to go right with the flow
Along life’s red dirt ride
And during that ride it seems
There are some pot holes in the road
But he just keep pluggin’ along you see
Just carrying his red dirt load
The streams and valleys continue
Until the end of his red dirt time
And when the sun beats down on him
He loves to see that red dirt shine!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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