Tony Finally Got His Deer
Tony was out for revenge
always the one that got away
his cousin Pat and his friend Matt
woods brisk and chilly
Matt recently back
from the desert war
not sure what he was fighting for
Pat along for the hunt
Tony on top of the ridge
Pat and Matt down below
two sets of antlers
they had the spot
the spot was hot
get ready Matt, says Pat
I'ts your shot
no! you shoot says Matt
all is calm, then
suddenly
BOOM, BOOM
two blasts, two deer, lay lifeless
Tonys revenge
I sorry Pat uh
I had to shoot, dat dam deer uh
he avoiding me uh, for two years uh
now deer tease me uh
no more uh
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Full oft doth Matt. with Topaz dine,
Eateth baked meats, drinketh Greek wine:
But Topas his own worke rehearseth,
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(Undone) Sweater Song
Matt:] Hey bra, how we doin' man?
[Karl:] All right.
[Matt:] It's been a while man, life's so rad!
This band's my favorite man, don't ya love 'em?
[Karl:] Yeah.
[Matt:] Aw man, you want a beer?
[Karl:] All right.
[Matt:] Aw man, this is the best. I'm so glad we're all back together and stuff.
This is great, man.
[Karl:] Yeah.
[Matt:] Hey, did you know about the party after the show?
[Karl:] Yeah.
[Matt:] Aw man, it's gonna be the best, I'm so stoked! Take it easy bra'.
I'm me
Me be
Goddamn
I am
I can
Sing and
Hear me
Know me
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
[Mykel:] Hey, what's up?
[Karl:] Not much.
[Mykel:] Did you hear about the party?
[Karl:] Yeah.
[Mykel:] Um, I think I'm gonna go but, um, my friends don't really wanna go. Could I get a ride?
Oh no
It go
It gone
Bye-bye
Who I
I think
I sink
And I die
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone
If you want to destroy my sweater
Hold this thread as I walk away (as I walk away)
Watch me unravel, I'll soon be naked
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone
I don't want to destroy your tank-top
Let's be friends and just walk away
It's good to see you lying there in your Superman skivvies
Lying on the floor (lying on the floor)
I've come undone
song performed by by Weezer
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Old Town Types No.2 - Red Matt
He gleaned all the gossip and he gathered all the news,
Mad Matt, the carrier, delivering the grub;
He knew the trooper's tattle and he knew the parson's views,
The gossip at the station-yard, the gossip at the pub.
That high-pitched voice of his, the loudest voice in town,
That shrewd blue eye of his, with humor all a-gleam -
Old Red Matt, with his cabbage-tree hat,
His trolley, and his two-horse team.
Driving down the main street a-clatter with his load,
The great red beard of him blowing out behind:
'Hear about that accident's mornin' up the road?
Hear about the gold rush at Joe Scott's find?
Warmish sort o' day we got; thirsty weather this.
Got a bag o' spuds for you - Dang! Fergot the cream!'
Says old Red Matt with his cabbage-tree hat,
And his trolley, and his two-horse team.
Mad Matt, the carrier, standing at the bar:
'Well here's a go, boys. Got to get along
Seven pints I've had today and still to travel far.
Drink fast and drive fast, yeh can't go wrong.
Fill 'em up again, boss, ans hove it on the slate.
Half-a-ton aboard today - just tipped the beam,'
Says old red Matt with the cabbage-tree hat,
And his trolley, and his two-horse team.
Sudden were his wild ways, sudden, too, his end.
Jumped to grab a bolting team with kiddie sin the trap;
And they picked up Mad Matt, everybody's friend,
Silent now and broken; and they said, 'Brave chap.
Wild an' all,' they said of him, 'always was a white man.'
And they laid him, with a blessing, where his old mates dream,
Saying, 'So long, Matt, with your cabbage-tree hat,
And your trolley, and your two-horse team.'
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Matt
A noose is laid down from me on the ground but,
I have a nose to smell this trap!
But death is hungry for all of us on this earth.
We have to move on with our various attitudes,
But let us always try to do the right thing;
And like the sweet birds singing to us aloud!
You have stripped me of my honour and,
You have stripped yourself bare before me!
But i escaped the trap only with the skin of my teeth!
I am ready for love and Matt is my lover in this town,
But there are traps set before me!
And i have to watch my steps in all the things that i do with Matt.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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19th September
I cannot walk properly after the gun shot,
But you were the very hunter who shot my leg.
Your gun shot was aimed at my back like,
A virgin lady without a pot;
For i am now a deer to you.
Your were in the same forest that i was,
Looking for a deer to shoot at and you rather got me;
But i do hope that one day i will walk very well.
I have got my papers in order and i still need your care,
But you came as a hunter to get me down!
And in this wolrd of lovers and haters,
What can i say to this act of yours?
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Coco
A little white fluffball
so tiny, yet yappy
runs like a deer
forever seems happy
sings with excitement
to my harmonica
in tune
deep beneath
the spring harvest moon
the shear beauty of a puppy
to enlighten youthful eyes
an animal haters nightmare
much to their demise
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Who am I
Marijuana, marijuana
I am natural
But they do not
Want me to exist
For that i resist
Universally they know me
Psychologically i set the people free
But evil people do not like me
I have stabilized many emotion
I have encouraged and
Given many inspiration
With me comes deeper meditation
I will take you from the dust
And place you higher
What do you want
Intelligence or power
Seek me, respect me
And use me
Marijuana, marijuana
by: matt ancient
poem by Matt Ancient
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Pure love
I am a brave man
I am bold
My love is purer than gold
So will you be my lover
Will you be a friend
For i can be a good brother
I have been abandon by my lover
She says i have no future
So she cant be with me forever
But i believe in love
That's my heart desire
I am like gold in the dust
Wash me and you will see
How wealthy i am to thee
I am testy of love
Because love is life
Not a beautiful woman
To make a wife
I am blessed with natural mystic
My love is more than magic
So will you be my lover
by: matt ancient
poem by Matt Ancient
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Coming Back
Can I get it back
Without all of you
There is a major part of me
That is lacking
I keep asking
I keep asking
Help me
My family
I'm stripped
Vulnerable
You've never seen me this naked
Easy to hurt
Can you resist
Is the revenge the push you need
In order to twist
Twist my heart
Till I'm broken
You know you have the power
You call the shots
I'm just waiting for the hour
That I can be a father
Be a husband
Be a friend
Like I always said
I love you
Always and forever
Until the end
poem by Matt Mondschein
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Boom Boom
By john lee hooker
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Im gonna shoot you right down,
Knock you off of your feet,
And take you home with me.
Put you in my house.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
I love to see you strut
When youre walking to me.
When youre talking to me,
That knocks me out.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
You know I like it like that,
With your baby-talk,
Oh and the way that you walk.
You know it knocks me right down,
Knocks me off of my feet.
Boom, boom, boom, boom.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
How, how, how, how.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Now, now, now, now.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Deer Hunt
Because the warden is my cousin, my
mountain friends hunt in summer, when the deer
cherish each rattler-ridden spring, and I
have waited hours by a pool in fear
that manhood would require I shoot, or that
the steady drip of the hill would dull my ear
to a snake whispering near the log I sat
upon, and listened to the yelping cheer
of dogs and men resounding ridge to ridge.
I flinched at every lonely rifle crack,
my knuckles whitening where I gripped the edge
of age and clung, like retching, sinking back
then gripping once again the monstrous gun,
since I, to be a man, had taken one.
poem by Judson Jerome
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Wake Up
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up from your slumber
For strength belongs to
He who put himself together
Never look down
But carry your crown
Arise and shine
For at the end of every rain
Comes the sunshine
Yesterday and today
Are not the same
Today is sadness
Tomorrow comes happiness
It is not the fall
But how you rise again
Wake up from the pain
For time wasted
Can never be gained again
Wake up
Wake up
Wake up from your slumber
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poem by Matt Ancient
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A Christmas Hunt
Me and ol' Bubba
on a late December hunt
Bubba's a man of few words
but he sure can grunt
The snow was fallin
a winter moon so bright
All the stars seemed special
as they sparkled that night
It was about midnight
we couldn't believe our eyes
A herd of flyin deer
seemed to fill the skies
I shot and I shot
how Bubbas gun did fire
But those flyin deer
just went higher and higher
Bubba looked at me
as I rubbed my aimin eye
It was then we both said
aint no deer that can fly
That was pert near
twelve years ago
Every late December
we still track through the snow
But not for huntin
we just go to see
Those flyin deer
ol' Bubba and me
Terry M
He lives in me
Where does God lives
Up there or within me
If there is God in the sky
Why cant he hear my cry
Why cant he feel my pain
We has eyes but cant see
He has ears but cant hear
Why must i live in fear
If he is a good judge
Why is his world unfair
May be there is no reason
In living justly
Being truthfully and uprightly
Why should he discriminate against me
Why cant he save me
If he is my protector
Evil men became richer and stronger
May be living a good life
Is my failure
Who will be a good door keeper
Is it God or my neighbor
If people around me
Are not truthful and helpful
why won't life be
so painful and stressful
by: matt ancient
poem by Matt Ancient
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I show up ready to play, so I normally try and fit the situation.
quote by Matt Cameron
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A Horse For Dinner
A horse A horse
My kingdom for a horse,
A horse A horse
For the main course
Muscles of might
Pulled so tight,
A body of organs
All for a meal
Why a horse?
Why not a deer?
A horse does the work,
A deer will just peer
A horse is strong
a deer has no uses,
so there for a deer
suffers the abuses
Condemned is a deer
as from the day it's born,
until the day it dies
and its meaty flesh torn
So why a horse
if a deer has no uses?
because I am a man
Who too, has suffered too many abuses
poem by John McAdam
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Running on empty
The worst feeling a driver can have
is the sputtering of you car
below E running on empty
on a desert highway
or in a dark woods
on the ocean shore
hot women galore
when your wife or
significant other kicks you to the street
your gas can and you
never the twain shall meet
poem by Matt Mondschein
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