Song At Midnight
…do not send me out
among strangers
Sonia Sanchez
brothers,
this big woman
carries much sweetness
in the folds of her flesh.
her hair
is white with wonderful.
she is
rounder than the moon
and far more faithful.
brothers,
who will hold her,
who will find her beautiful
if you do not?
poem by Lucille Clifton
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Brothers
Lets get to the point now
Just because weve got the same mum and dad
That dont mean im your keeper
That dont mean I owe anything to you
You dont care for me
And man I dont think that much of you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
You drove my car when we were young boys
And you tore it up too
You never paid to get it fixed
And you got me beat up a time or two
I know I should forgive and forget
But man I still hold a grudge against you
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
I dont approve of anything you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Cain and abel and me and you
It is as normal as it can be
This sibling rivalry
We should have dropped it at 22
But man I cant stand the things you do
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Youre always want something from me
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
It was so much fun having you in the family
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Now that were grown it aint helped nothin? at all
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
On my birthday, please dont bother to call
Cause were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, youre my brother brother brother
Brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Yeah, were brothers brothers brothers
Brothers brothers brothers
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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To My Brothers & Sisters Adrift in Troubled Times This Poem of the Moon.
Since the disorders in Henan and the famine in Guannei, my brothers and sisters have been scattered. Looking at the moon, I express my thoughts in this poem, which I send to my eldest brother at Fuliang, my seventh brother at Yuqian, My fifteen brother at Wujiang and my younger brothers and sisters at Fuli and Xiagui.
My heritage lost through disorder and famine,
My brothers and sisters flung eastward and westward,
My fields and gardens wrecked by the war,
My own flesh and blood become scum of the street,
I moan to my shadow like a lone-wandering wildgoose,
I am torn from my root like a water-plant in autumn:
I gaze at the moon, and my tears run down
For hearts, in five places, all sick with one wish.
Swing, Brother Swing
Bishop / williams / raymond
Deep rhythm captivates me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Cant help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Dont stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on swing me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Raring to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on kill me boy
Swing it brothers swing
Deep rhythms captivate me
Hot rhythms stimulate me
Cant help but swing it boy
Swing it brothers swing
Dont stop to diddle daddle
Stop this foolish prattle
Come on send me count
Swing it brothers swing
Rarin to go and there aint nobody
Gonna hold me down
Say listen boy
Hurry up and send me
Let me go to town
Stop this diddle daddle
And this foolish prattle
Come on swing me count
Swing it brothers swing
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Sonnet: May Peace Prevail On Earth Amidst Brethren!
How nice to see brothers reunited!
What joy afills their parents’ hearts again!
How nice to see two brothers far-sighted,
When peace and manna from the Heavens rain!
Let what was past, remain always the past!
Let us restart with newer beginnings;
Let us never in bickering get cast;
Our life on earth’s a game of one innings!
If brothers fight, how much more would neighbors!
If neighbors fight, how much more would strangers!
If strangers fight, how much more would rivals!
If earthlings fight, how much more would devils!
How can a nation and the world have peace,
When siblings can’t live amongst them at ease?
poem by John Celes
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Giving Me A Bad Name
Talking about your brothers
People stop the fighting,
Gotta move it on
Oh my people,
Now I come flying now
Came flying from a nation
About the seggregation
Still keep it on the part
I wanna know where we gonna start
Yeah yeah yeah, your brothers are giving me, your brothers are giving me a bad name
Oh giving me a bad name,
I wanna fight about now that you know were on the same, on the same...
I think,
And Im fighting,
Were talking about the white knights of the ku klux klan
Beat them, and keep them all them down, keep them down,
You can see a black, and you can see a white...
And we can talk about this order, indicisive
All your brothers are giving me,
Ohhh! giving me a bad name,
Oh youre giving me a bad name...
Come on now,
We got to argue people,
Brothers, Im talking about the brothers that are giving me a bad name,
Im talking about the vmp, and the nf and the ku klux klan...
Oh we gotta stop that going on...
I think you understand what Im trying to say,
Im saying all those brothers are giving me a bad name,
Ohhh.... giving me a bad name...
We got to fight on, we got to move on...
All those brothers
All your brothers, all your sisters...
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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On The Fifth Day Of A Hunger Strike
My brothers,
Forgive me if I'm unable to say
honestly and straightforwardly
all that I would like to say to you
I'm drunk, my head is light, it spins,
not from raki
but from hunger.
My brothers,
I'm European, I'm Asian, I'm American,
In this month of May
I'm not in jail or on a hunger strike,
But lying at night in a meadow
With your eyes as near to mine as the stars
And your hands in mine as a single hand
like the hand of my mother
like the hand of my helpmate
like the hand of life.
My brothers,
You, at least, have never abandoned me,
Not me or my country or my people.
I know that you love me and love what's ours
As I love you and love what's yours.
And for this
I thank you, my brothers,
I thank you.
My brothers,
I have no intention of dying.
And if I am killed
I know
I'll go on living
in your thoughts.
I'll live in the lines of Aragon-
in every line that describes
the coming of beautiful days-
And in the pigeons of Picasso,
And in the folksongs of Robson...
And more beautiful than anything else
more triumphant than anything else
I'll live in the jubilant laughter
of a comrade on strike day
in the port of Marseilles.
My brothers,
Since you really wish me to talk again,
I'm so happy, so happy,
that I spurt the words out!
poem by Nazim Hikmet
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Personal Letter No. 3
nothing will keep
us young you know
not young men or
women who spin
their youth on
cool playing sounds.
we are what we
are what we never
think we are.
no more wild geo
graphies of the
flesh. echoes. that
we move in tune
to slower smells.
it is a hard thing
to admit that
sometimes after midnight
i am tired
of it all.
poem by Sonia Sanchez
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We Would All Be Brothers and Sisters
We would all be Brothers and Sisters
In my perfect world there would be no war
People would communicate, and work their problems out diplomatically
All nations would be allies
People would wear smiles
And no one would ever know what a gun was
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no racism
People would be judged based on the content of their character
We would all hold hands
We would all be friends
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no heart ache
Families would love unconditionally
Lost love would become friendship
Friends would have no troubles, only fun
And no one would ever be lonely
We would all be brothers and sisters
In my perfect world there would be no worry
There would be no wars
There would be no racism
There would be no heart ache
There would only be occasional tears of joy
We would all hold hands together, as brothers and sisters
poem by Marie Souline
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Brothers in suffering, brothers in resistance, brothers in ideals and conviction. It is now our duty to further strengthen this bond in order to secure this hard-won freedom for future generations.
quote by Guy Verhofstadt
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Mona Lisa
(introduction)
Yo mona lisa, could I get a date on friday and if your busy, i
Wouldnt mind taking saturday.
(wyclef talking)
Right about now, if you are in your jeep. please turn up your radio.
If you dont have a jeep, and you have a little hooptie I still want
You to crank up your volume.
We want all the ladies to sit back, relax, let your hair out.
Wyclef presents the neville brothers in the house tonight.
(nevilles singing)
I know a girl, she ruled my world.
Whatever I need, she supplied.
Living in paradise.
She ruled my heart, till death do we part.
(her love was like esctasy)
*chorus*
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
(so neville brothers what you telling me)
Atleast that how I thought it would be
(one question, what was her name)
Mona lisa, you called my name.
Laid it apart but I did not respond
And you ask me what I am thinking of
In the morning Ill be gone, no more loving after dawn.
No longer we can share the love that was never there.
When the moon has lost its light.
And the stars no longer bright
And no longer can we share, the love that was never there.
(aint no need to cry girl. its gonna be alright)
Girl dont you cry.
(girl dont you cry)
Please dry your eyes
All you ever been was faithful in my life.
So I apologize
I hope the future brings us back together.
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
Atleast thats how I thought it would be.
(yo, neville brothers. what was her name)
*repeat chorus*
(wyclef speaking)
Right about now if you are in dance, I want you to hold your girl
Real tight. we got the neville brothers in the house tonight. along
Side wyclef, you know how we do it. I want to apologize to you. i
Never wrote a love song. this is my first one.
song performed by by Wyclef Jean
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Willie Pennington
They called me the weakling, the simpleton,
For my brothers were strong and beautiful,
While I, the last child of parents who had aged,
Inherited only their residue of power.
But they, my brothers, were eaten up
In the fury of the flesh, which I had not,
Made pulp in the activity of the senses, which I had not,
Hardened by the growth of the lusts, which I had not,
Though making names and riches for themselves.
Then I, the weak one, the simpleton,
Resting in a little corner of life,
Saw a vision, and through me many saw the vision,
Not knowing it was through me.
Thus a tree sprang
From me, a mustard seed.
poem by Edgar Lee Masters
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Blood Brothers
And if you're taking a walk through
the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you
would see?
Just like a mirror reflecting the
moves of your life
And in the river reflections of me
Just for a second a glimpse of my
father I see
And in a movement he beckons to me
And in a moment the memories are
that remain
And all the wounds are reopening again
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
We're blood brothers
And as you look all around at the
world in dismay
What do you see
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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What 'Brothers' Do You Talk About?
What 'brothers' do you refer to?
Not the ones you annoyed, destroyed
And chased away?
Not the ones you avoided,
When the 'man' said that was okay?
Not the ones you babied and sent to stay,
Confined behind bars to learn about other crimes...
With chances that 'brother' would someday be gay.
What 'brothers' do you talk about?
That are not worthy of your support or praise.
Those 'brothers' are there and may sit on high horses.
But these 'brothers' you say betray.
Instead of seeing it their way.
With unsuccessful attempts to have them branded,
As weak with even temperments you can control.
And no 'brother' I know will allow that to happen...
Again!
Knowing what it is like having that to be done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Blood Brothers
Maurice white, jon lind, nicky brown & brock walsh
So my friend
Voices from the past reunite at last
Back when we grew up on the streets
The world was at our feet
Do you recall the two of us
How we used th sing when everything
Was new to us
From the time that we were old
Enough to stand
It was you and I together to the end
Oh, what our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers till the end
Through these years
Time has not been kind to others left behind
These streets where you and I once played
Nothings left today
What happened to the dreams we shared
Do we just go on like it was
Never there
Do I tell you that theres hope beyond
These walls
That to help you Id do anything at all
What our souls believe we will
Always be
Blood brothers time cant divide
What our hearts have said with a
Drop of red
Blood brothers, the bond we made never
Will break
Blood brothers to the end
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Yes We Are Brothers
YES WE are brothers
we come from one gene from one
body and we are born in the same house
where we all live
we admit our umbilical cords were tied
on the same beam of the old house
where papa and mama died
time is unforgiving and strange feelings
are giving us miles and miles of mountains of
series of distances of hills where we can no longer see each other eye to eye
with honesty
and longing
yes we are brothers but like the rest of the brothers of the world
our worlds are torn apart
ripped by our very own hands
and we have become rugs and tiny pieces of papers
shred and thrown away from shut windows of our
sinking worlds
yes we are brothers by blood
but in spirit no more
now we are strangers not knowing anymore our real names
not able to trace our roots
somehow we end this strife
by closing our separate doors
our hands are knives
our minds explosives
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Pilot
From the Past and Unavailing
Out of cloudland we are steering:
After groping, after fearing,
Into starlight we come trailing,
And we find the stars are true.
Still, O comrade, what of you?
You are gone, but we are sailing,
And the old ways are all new.
For the Lost and Unreturning
We have drifted, we have waited;
Uncommanded and unrated,
We have tossed and wandered, yearning
For a charm that comes no more
From the old lights by the shore:
We have shamed ourselves in learning
What you knew so long before.
For the Breed of the Far-going
Who are strangers, and all brothers,
May forget no more than others
Who looked seaward with eyes flowing.
But are brothers to bewail
One who fought so foul a gale?
You have won beyond our knowing,
You are gone, but yet we sail.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Dear Mr. President
I'm looking outside of my windows
The view that i see
Is a child and mama
And the child is begging for money
Tell me why, tell me why
The woman is blind is she so broke
The kid's dealing crime
It's such a beautiful city
But the world is burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's such a beautiful city
But the world is it burning down
I go to my room to turn on the t.v
I sit myself down
And i start laughing hard
'cause this man he's asking for money
He sats "if you send me lots of cash i'll send you
Stuff to make you rich fast"
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it's burning down
And it's called the u.s of a.
One day i'm going to have lots of money
But i'll have to give up
For this rich society
Oh please mr. president will you lend me a future
'cause you'll just get it back
From the little blind woman
With the kid on the corner
And the people all over, doin' crack
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it's burning down
And it's called the u.s of a.
I'm walking outside on a sunny day
With no one around
And i wonder what's wrong
The i hear this loud piercing siren
Oh my god the bomb has just dropped
And everybody climbed right on top
Screaming, what a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
Yea yea yea yea yea yea
And it's burning down
And it's called the u.s of a
song performed by by 4 Non Blondes
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Brothers Under The Bridges
Saigon, it was all gone
The same coke machines as the streets I grew on
Down in a mesquite canyon, come walking along the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Campsites an hours walk from the nearest road or town
Theres too much brush in camp for the chp choppers to touch down
Aint lookin for nothin , I just want to live
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come the santa anas and man that dry brush would light
Jimmy devon got burned up in his own campfire one winter night
We buried his body in the white stone high up on the ridge
Me and the brothers under the bridge
I had enough of the town oh and the straight life
Aint careful you end up on the wrong end of someones knife
Now I want no trouble and I aint got none to give
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Well I shipped home back in 72
And you know you were just a beautiul light in your moms dark eyes of
Blue
I stepped out on the tarmac, we were just kids
Me and the brothers under the bridge
Come veterans day I sat on the stand in my dress blues
I held your mothers hand, and they passed with the red, white and
Blue
One minute youre right there, and somethin slips.............
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Have You Seen My Baby?
Have you seen my baby
On the avenue?
You know shes driving me crazy
With the funny things she do
I seen her with the milkman
Ridin down the street
When youre through with my baby, milkman
Send her home to me
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You know its been so long
Since she have been gone
Hold on, hold on, hold on
I seen her with the gipsies
Dancin in the wood
Shes always been unfaithful to me
She aint never been no good
I say, please dont talk to strangers, baby
But she always do
She say, Ill talk to strangers if I want to
cause Im a stranger, too
Hold on, hold on, hold on
Hold on, hold on, hold on
You know its been so long
Since she have been gone
Hold on, hold on, hold on
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Come Back, Brother
I have brothers
Yet I know them not
They live far away
In the hearts of Americas
Down the lanes of London
In the far east sunshine
Seeking for the golden fleece
I have many brothers
Yet they are invisible
I am not acquainted with them
Yet they wire currencies to me
Vide the Western Union
I cannot touch them
Because they are far removed
I longed to see my brothers
I longed to touch them all
Let me embrace them once
Let me see them face to face
Come back home brothers
Come home to roost
Come home to rest
Come and take your deserted thrones
poem by Babatunde Aremu
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