Why Waste Time On Those Kinds Of Minds?
I am blessed with a package,
That doesn't appear to have depth.
Some believe my energies are on the surface,
Too complexed.
I have a multitude of interests...
And to each I give the best time I can get.
With the same emphasis I use to share...
Amongst the number of friends I 'had'.
But I am glad I have real ones left!
Be patient.
There's a point I'm making.
But I do have a pet peeve that irritates me.
Because where I live...
Some people believe this opens the door to disrespect.
And...
I've always love my people,
And the realness of the community.
And there are those who actually accept,
Their delusions of sitting on pedestals...
And being better than me.
They have no idea the résumé I keep...discreet!
I don't have to ego trip or embellish!
I am blessed with a package,
That doesn't appear to have depth.
Some believe my energies are on the surface,
Too complexed.
I have a multitude of interests...
And to each I give the best time I can get.
With the same emphasis I use to share...
Amongst the number of friends I 'had'.
But I am glad I have real ones left!
I don't have a pretentious bone in my body.
But you know what?
I know just what to say to folks...
Who 'think' they can sit on a higher horse,
Than I can!
But never will I turn my nose up!
Why waste time on those kinds of minds?
I rather strut and them get up a public bus.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Visitor
Honestly?
You asked for my opinion,
And here it is for free!
Anyone can say what they want.
And process what they want to share.
I've learned over the years,
To keep my business to myself...
And not let my business become 'theirs'.
Folks who have a different reality,
That's fine...
It may not be mine.
Wherever their minds are,
That's on them...
I keep my mind away!
I'm not going to stay around anyone,
Making attempts to be accepted...
By choosing right words to say!
I enjoy my life and where it is right now.
And that was a long time coming.
I take my time listening to the birds...
And sometimes with them I'm humming!
I appreciate the little things,
And observe again what was passed by!
When I talk to someone in conversation...
I look them in the eyes.
I don't disrespect anyone with neglect,
By looking away or up to the sky!
That kind of treatment is worse than telling a lie!
And from those kinds of people...
I do my best to hide!
I've learned to have fun,
And sometimes by myself.
I don't have to be in a crowd of folks...
To feel important or laugh at bad jokes.
And honesty comes first with me.
Someone who doesn't give it is instantly dismissed!
I don't waste my time with pretense or self indulgence.
Or kiss up to anyone to be part of someone's clique!
And if I show myself in disguise,
Wearing a mask that does not fit!
I want it known,
I am either not feeling well...
Or around those that are making me sick!
And...
That's not a habit I would normally condone.
That is why affairs like these I'd rather leave alone!
'Oh?
So I take it you are a visitor,
And not from around this area?
I must get back to mingling with my friends.
Thank you for your observations!
You never know...
We might meet again! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For Now A Mystery
For now you're just a mystery
There's a lot you're just not telling me
I'm sure you do more than nothing
And less than nothing containing everything
I might know your favorite color but that doesn't mean I know who you are
Sometimes your answers to my questions make me feel you're far
Like there's a distance between us, but I still want to know you more
I want to see what's at the very core
There's just something about that interests me
There's so much more of you I have yet to see.
I know this to be true
That I don't really know you
But that's only cause for me to desire to know you better
I don't want you to be that girl you know her...
I want to really know who you are
Really know you down to every last scratch and scar
It just seems that when I'm open and willing share
Willing to make the effort to talk to you willing to dare
To be there for you even when I don't know you, it just seems
That I shouldn't have to give you a personality in my dreams
But when I'm ready to share all of me that you'd share you
You know that you'd share who you are too
But somehow that doesn't feel like it's the case
But I'll give you space
For now you're a mystery
But that only makes me
Want to know you more and deeper
Until you're more than her
Until I'm more than him, until we're we
Or maybe not that far
Maybe just friends
But this too, for now a mystery, cause we don't know who each other are
One day soon we'll both know if we're friends or more, how this ends.
But for now a mystery.
poem by David Knox
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This Is Precious
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive,
With more of that shown...
From a depth.
Yeah.
People should stop their feeding,
On more nonsense that will upset.
Yeah!
People should spend time finding,
More happiness for them to get.
And forget about a past to sack and pack,
Yeah!
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
People should be more expressive.
With more of that and from a depth,
Yeah.
People should expand their minds...
But they want to find that which upsets.
Confessing unhappiness and their regrets,
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
This is precious.
And, the freshest yet.
The surface is golden,
With more of it...
In it's depth!
Yeah.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What is It That You 'Do'?
Having an identity and keeping it real,
Is always interpreted as a false representation...
Amongst those who have never chosen,
To be themselves...
But a résumé to recite,
When being introduced to others.
'Oh,
Hello.
And what is it that you 'do'? '
~I live as a blessed and grateful human being.
Adventuring life and exploring my interests.
And you? ~
'Me?
I have a BA degree and I am working towards,
My Master's.
I am hoping one day to obtain my Doctorate's.'
~That's cool.
But.
What is it that you 'do'?
For you and others to share?
Other than try to be impressive?
What are your interests?
Other than confessing.
Pretentions to address.~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Why Friends?
Why Friends?
They say friends should be few but good.
I say friendship is better than brotherhood.
We used to see them too often at school.
They used to make us happy and cool.
We used to play together a lot of times,
And we would sing our childish rhymes.
We would also stand together or fall.
They were the first people to recall.
We grew up to be men or women,
But inside, these memories are hidden.
Every time we need someone to talk to,
We find them there for us and give help, too.
They say a friend to all is false to all,
I agree and stick to this golden rule.
We can be friends to one, two or three,
But more than this we can't be free.
Yet we can be friendly to everyone,
But not friends with everyone.
Friendly is to give people a fair deal,
But friends means to love and feel.
To give and take as much as you can,
To put them before us if we can.
True friends are a real treasure,
Whose value goes beyond measure.
But remember to decrease their number,
Or else they put you in real danger.
24/4/2009
poem by Omar Jabak
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Public Animal #9
Me and G.B.
We ain't never gonna confess
We cheated at the math test
We carved some dirty words in our desk
Well now it's time for recess
Old man waitin by the monkey bars
Tradin all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star
And they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs
Where are you takin me?
I'm like a lifer
In the state penitentiary
If I keep my nose clean
I won't get my eyes shined
But I'm proud to be
Public Animal Number Nine
License plates are runnin
Out of my ears
I'd give a month of cigarettes
For just a couple of lousy beers
Or even a bottle of
Real cheap wi-hine
But that's the price you pay to be
Public Animal Number Nine, Number Nine
Hey Mrs. Cranston
Where are you takin me?
I feel like a lifer
In the state penitentiary
She wanted an Einstein
But she got a Frankenstein
Yeah, I'm proud to be
Public Animal Number Niiiirrrrrgh
Public Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Number Nine
Number Nine Number Nine
Number, Number Nine Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Numbergh Niiiirrrrrgh
Public Animal Nurrrgh Nirrrgh
Errrrrrrrrrrrgh
Public Animal Number Ni-yine
Public Animal Number Ni-yine
Public Animal Number Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Naaaaaaaagh
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Who Can Care About Friends?
Who really care about friends?
People care about their friends, some can change difficulty into a smile.
Some people can Understand you better than other. People will never gonna share your secret to other,
because they care about you. You are that kind of a jewel to some people,
people can give you all their love to hold.
People always near, when you need them, all you have to do is just call them.
People are always here to help you.
It doesn't matter what struggle you have, It doesn't matter where they are, it doesn't matter when,
when you need them just call them, for me, I was born just to be friends with people and other.
Just think that people are in your universe of obligation and you too.
poem by Djabir Yaya
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Breakaway
(tom springfield)
The springfields
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna tell myself don't sit and mourn
Lookin' sad and so forlorn
Tell myself i'm glad i'm born
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
Breakaway, the breeze is sighin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna pack a bag and get my coat
Lock my door and leave a note
Take a train or take a boat
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
I'll take me round from town to town
I'll see the friends i knew
I left 'em by the wayside
But i know their hearts are true
I'll give myself a holiday
I need it oh-so bad
And if i find a new love
I'll be glad, glad, glad
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna find out what this world can give
While i'm young i'm gonna live
That's my plan, i'm positive
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
I'll take me round from town to town
I'll see the friends i knew
I left 'em by the wayside
But, i know their hearts are true
I'll give myself a holiday
I need it oh-so bad
And if i find a new love
I'll be glad, glad, glad
Breakaway, my heart is cryin'
Breakaway, the time is flyin'
So, i'm gonna find out what this world can give
While i'm young i'm gonna live
That's my plan, i'm positive
Well, i'm gonna breakaway
Gonna breakaway
Gonna breakaway
Breakaway
Breakaway
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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I've Heard Those Old Stories Told
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
I've heard those old stories told,
About what folks have done...
To make my life easy and comfortable.
Especially told to others who did not know.
And who did what...
When I got myself into ruts.
'God...
I am so glad You know the real deal! '
And I wonder 'who' that might have been?
That came to my aid when I needed them.
Hmmm...
It's true,
I have had folks give me 'things'.
And money loaned I paid back.
I've had people to me make promises.
And I remember every one of them broken...
From the time I was a kid!
Hmmm...
I can't remember anyone,
Motivating my moves!
Only You,
My Father.
I could say my entire life has been spent...
With me doing the giving.
And to a degree that would be true.
Since several people I have known...
Have told lies.
That's all they did and still do.
And I use to listen to a whole lot of BS.
With attempts I made to correct some mess.
Do I now?
No!
'Everything' about me you see...
My Father God,
Has taught to me.
And the biggest lesson I have learned to date?
Do not hesitate in the waiting of others to approve!
You'd be a dried up old prune in the doing.
If you've been blessed with a gift,
You better give it and be done with it!
And let whoever say whatever!
Give folks who gossip some fuel,
To keep their lips moving.
And doing something bizarre...
While you're at it!
Learn to live without restrictions and limitations.
You and your time are not defined by those mindless.
Unless you let it!
Then whose truth do you ultimately live?
It wont be mine because I have my own to live!
Although I do give folks credit where it is due.
Like being witnesses...
To the gifts God has given to me.
That's it!
Anything else folks would like to claim...
Did not occur on my watch.
But I do understand,
Why some folks like to associate themselves...
With those who struggle through and win,
Their battles and conquer over grief!
Thank You God, Almighty!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Welcome
There's nothing complicated about the way we live
We're here for each other, happy to give
Thoughtful we are
Humble beneath the stars
We've everything we need
The moon, the sun
Oh there is more than enough for you, for everyone
All we have we share, and all of us we care
Chorus:
So come on, welcome to our family time
Welcome to our brotherly time
We're happy giving and taking
To the friends we're making
There's nothing we won't do
Welcome to our family time
Welcome to our happy to be time
This is a festival, you know, and best of all
We're here to share it all
There is a bond between us
Nobody can explain
It's a celebration of life
In seeing friends again
I'll be there for you
I know you'll be there for me too
Chorus
Remembering loved ones departed
Someone dear to your heart
Finding love, and planning a future
Telling stories and laughing with friends
Precious moments you'll never forget
This has to be the most beautiful
The most peaceful place
I've ever been to
It's nothing like I've ever seen before
When I think of how far I've come
I can't believe it...and yet I see it
In them I see family
I see the way we used to be
Chorus
We're here to share it all
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Even Better Than The Real Thing
Give me one more chance
And you'll be satisfied
Give me two more chances
You won't be denied
Well my heart is where it's always been
My head is something in between
Give me one more chance
Let me be your lover tonight
(Check it out)
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Give me one last chance
And I'm gonna make you sing
Give me half a chance
To ride on the waves that you bring
You're honey child to a swarn of bees
Gonna blow right through you like a breeze
Give me one last chance
We'll slide down the surface of things
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
We're free ti fly the crimson sky
The sun won't melt our wings tonight
Oh now
Here she comes
Take me higher
Take me higher
Can you take me higher?
Will you take me higher?
You're the real thing
Yeah the real thing
You're the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
Even better than the real thing
song performed by by U2
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Far Behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you bad
But I did it anyway
And not maybe
Some would say your life was sad
But you lived it anyway
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside they watch you crumble
As you falter to the ground
And now maybe
Your friends they stand beside as you were flying
Oh you were flying oh so high
But then some day people look at you for what they call their own
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hear you calling home
But then some day we could take our time
To brush the leaves aside so you can reach us
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Couldnt share the pain they watch you suffer
Now maybe I could have made my own mistakes
But I live with what Ive known
Yes maybe we might share in something great
But wont you look at where weve grown
Wont you look at where weve gone
But then someday comes tomorrow holds a sense of what I fear for you in my mind
As you trip the final line
And that cold day when you lost control
Shame you left my life
So soon you should have told me
But you left me far behind
Now maybe I didnt meant to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
Now maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
No, no, no
Now maybe I didnt mean to treat you oh so bad
But I did it anyway
No maybe some would say youre left with what you had
But you couldnt share the pain
I said times have changed your friends
They come and watch you crumble to the ground
They watch you suffer
Yeah they hold you down
Hold you down
Maybe brother maybe love I didnt mean to treat you bad
But you left me far behind
Left me far behind
Left me far behind
song performed by by Candlebox
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To Be No. 1
Music : peter wolf, matthias jabs
Lyrics: klaus meine
Give me a job
The one i havn't got
Don't write me off at anytime
Don't ever leave me unsatisfied
I don't wanna come in a second
I just wanna come
Don't wanna be the last in line
Don't wanna be just left behind
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Don't tell me i'm small
An inch too short
I might not be your size but i'm sure great
And definitely underpaid
So give me a job
The one i haven't got
Don't tell me i'm too poor to join the club
To hang out with the big shots
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to give my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow, got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe, all he ever wants is)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a v.i.p. wannabe all he ever wants is)
To be number one
And in the evening when i come home
It is time to throw my dog a bone
That's when i wear my shirt that says
In capital letters in capital letters
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Isn't it fun fun fun yeah to be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
Isn't it fun fun fun to be number one
Isn't it fun fun fun fun to be number one
To be number one
(fun, fun, fun)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's a superstar, wunderbar, out of touch too much)
To be number one
To be number one
(he's got no job, got no blow got no monica to go to)
Yeah
song performed by by Scorpions
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Oh, what do I do?
Oh,
What do I do
If people do
Not want to change
For their own good?
What do I do
If people want
To fight in vain
In angry mood?
What do I do
If people love
To do those things
They should not do?
What do I do
If people try
To slander and
Much gossip too?
What do I do
If people do
Not live in peace
With fellow-men?
What do I do
If people bear
Ill-will and grudge
Against brethren?
What do I do
If people strive
To live in vice,
And not advice?
What do I do
If people will
Not share excess
With country-men?
What do I do
If people like
To live in sin
And hate, within?
What do I do
If people don’t
Amend their lives
And turn soul-wise?
What do I do
If people waste
Their precious time
In ego prime?
The things men do
And women too,
Hurt minds and hearts,
Like arrows, darts!
The things they do
Can anger God,
To give His nod
For divine rod!
Oh, will not men
Give up their pride
Or their sins hide,
In God abide?
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-24-2007
poem by John Celes
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I am blessed because...
I am blessed because I wake up every morning with breakfast ready on my table,
when there are people waking up to hunger.
I am blessed because I wake up with clothes to wear,
when there are people shivering in the cold.
I am blessed because I wake up knowing that I don't have to walk to school,
when there are people who don't have a school to go to.
I am blessed because I get to eat even if it's not time for breakfast, lunch or dinner,
while some people wonder when the next meal will come.
I am blessed because I am living such a comfortable life, playing sports, joking around with friends, using the internet and sleeping whenever I want,
when some people are using their last bit of strength to make sure they survive hunger, illness and pain.
I am blessed because I have friends to talk to when I'm in pain, to laugh with when I'm in joy and to be my aid when I'm in need,
when there are people who feel sad, sorrow and pain without anyone
to lean on.
I am blessed because I have a caring Mum, an awesome Dad and a loving little sister, while there are people who will never know who their parents are.
I am blessed because I know I am loved by God.
The people in pain, the people in hunger, the people in sorrow,
the people who lost everything, the people who kill, the people who
steal, the people who hate, the people who persecute, the people who is the worst of all humans, are loved by God too. They just need to know it.
I am blessed, are you?
If you think you're not, remember this, God loves you, no matter who you are.
You just need to know it. =
I just love real characters, they're not pretentious, and every emotion is on the surface, they're regular working people. Their likes, their dislikes, their loves, their hates, their passions; they're all right there on the surface.
quote by David O. Russell
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Skip Your Trip
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
Just to turn and walk away.
It's okay to make mistakes.
People have done that everyday.
But it's not okay...
To believe your way is 'the' way.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
No one has to disrespect,
An opinion that they don't accept.
Because it's something they wish not to hear.
No one has to get upset.
To later find they have regrets.
When all they had to do is comprehend.
And everybody says that this is wished.
But patience slips from them real quick.
And brooding attitudes are left to share.
Everywhere the frowns are there.
Skip your trip.
And admit to it.
Just seal your lips.
And listen a bit.
Skip your trip...
And listen to what's been said.
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
Oh...
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And listen up a bit!
Skip your trip.
And use your head instead!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Pieces Of Pieces (Ed 2)
i hope all and every piece of pieces
of life comes a journey
to start yet another journey
of life
as we do live a life
in grace and blessings of the most high
to live as people of peoples and nations
from yard and abroad
as we inter-act with those we never ever imagined
we could know nor share a word of business with
but through the nature of the almighty and creation
we met to gather and share
a tradition of culture and flair
a unity of people connecting
and linked by culture
a spiritual necessity of the community
of kasane and plateau
and the villages of the enclave
to a cultural spectrum of culture
as we do live a life
a journey from within each of us as people
to gather and gain to share
and give an emotional strength
to a thought, of some sort...
at that time, on a sunny sunday
blessed is this sunday my dear
well, my thoughts are well to a river
as i carry me a river
there by sevuva river of the rapids
and stay put to meditate and relate
with nature and existence in its form
whence me come a river
and listen to the birds
so mellow
and the river peoples of the impalila island
a stone throw
across the chobe-zambezi river
this sand
on my feet i could feel
the hotness
of an adventure and breeze
let me take you by the rapids....
and go sevuva rapids....
***extract from 'pieces of pieces of life' march 2012 ebook
a people with focus, patience and determination is a people. a lady with self respect, intelligence, stillness, love and affection is a one good and blessed lady. a man with energy, go-getting, attentive, self respect, love and affection is a real godly man.
this means we all need some love to get and give and likewise.
poem by Onalethuso Petruss Ntema
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G With an O-N-E
I'd like to say this for clarity.
When I give...
I give.
When I take...
There will be no mistake of it.
And...
When I do neither of them with you,
You need no longer question...
Or come to doubt my point of view.
That...
Along with everything else I share,
Will be none of your business.
A decided e'motion of mine,
Has been put by you into a de'motion mode...
With a mesaage that has left me touched,
For the very last time.
And I was glad to leave behind,
You and it and those arguments...
In a permanent split that is gone.
G with an O-N-E...
That's it!
You will not have me live a life of desperation.
My name is not Bennett,
To be in it like that!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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Other Me
I Know I Was A Crazy Fool
For Treating You The Way I Did
But Something Took Hold Of Me
And I Acted Like A Dustbin Lid
I Didn't Give Second Though
To What The Consequence Might Be
I Really Wouldn't Be Surprised
If You Were Trying To Find Another Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
I Know It Doesn't Take A Lot
To Have A Little Self-Control
But Every Time That I Forgot
Well I Landed In Another Hole
But Everytime You Pull Me Out
I Find It Harder Not To See
That We Can Build A Better Life
If I Can Try To Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
But If I Ever Hurt You
Well You Know That It's Not Real
It's No Easy Living By Yourself
So Imagine How I Feel
I Wish That I Could Take It Back
I'd Like To Make A Different Mood
And If You Let Me Try Again
I'll Have A Better Attitude
Well I Know That One And One Make Two
And That's What I Want Us To Be
I Really Would Appreciate It
If You'd Help Me Find The Other Me
The Other Me Would Rather Be The Glad One
The Other Me Would Rather Play The Fool
I Want To Be The Kind Of Me
That Doesn't Let You Down As A Rule
song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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