Oddfellows Local 151
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits to prove a sage to teach
Peewee gathered up his proof
Reached up and scratched his head
Fell down and hit the ground again
Firehouse. Firehouse.
Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse
Where Peewee sits upon the wall to preach?
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood
song performed by by R.E.M. from Document
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Oddfellows Local 151
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where peewee sits to prove a sage to teach
Peewee gathered up his proof
Reached up and scratched his head
Fell down and hit the ground again
Firehouse. firehouse.
Why do the heathens rage behind the firehouse
Where peewee sits upon the wall to preach?
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood, wash off the rum
Firehouse. firehouse.
Oddfellows local 151 behind the firehouse
Where peewee sits upon the wall to preach.
This boy and girl that gather pearls
Of wisdom falling from his mouth
Wash off the blood, wash off the 151.
Firehouse. firehouse.
Firehouse. firehouse.
song performed by by REM
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Firehouse
Whoo, hoo, yeah
Whoo, hoo, yeah
Shell adore you and shell floor you
With her wisdom and her vision
And youll love it and think of it
Till you lose all intuition
Come on
She can move you and improve you
With her love and her devotion
And shell thrill you and shell chill you
But youre headed for commotion
And youll need her so youll feed her
With your endless dedication
And the quicker you get sicker
Shell remove your medication
Get the firehouse
cause she sets my soul afire
Get the firehouse
And the flames keep gettin higher
Shes like bad weather but it seems so good
Youd never leave her but you know you should
Shes like bad weather but it seems so good
Youd never leave her but you know you should
Ooh
Get the firehouse
cause she sets my soul afire
Get the firehouse
Whoo, hoo, yeah
Get the firehouse
Whoo, hoo, yeah
song performed by by Kiss
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The Beehive State
Since youre the delegate from kansas
Will you kindly take the floor
And tell us what kansas is thinking
And what is kansas for?
Well kansas is for the farmer
We stand behind the little man
And we need a firehouse in topeka
So help us if you can
I see the delegate from utah
Our friendly beehive state
How can we help you, utah?
How can we make you great?
Well, we got to irrigate our deserts
So we can get some things to grow
And we got to tell this country about utah
'cause nobody seems to know
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Prince Liam the Brave
Young Liam loved Orange
and liked to wear ties.
To his firehouse friends
He was one of the guys.
He had his own locker
a slicker and hat.
He also had cancer,
and a bad one at that.
From early on in his life
he fought neuroblastoma;
An invasive tumor
a metastatic carcinoma.
His family who loved him
labored to save
their dear little child
Prince Liam the Brave.
He faced surgery bravely,
engaged in his fight..
He endured radiation,
Chemo and knife.
When many a New Yorker
complains about stress,
Prince Liam was stoic
When put to the test.
Then just before Christmas
he had a relapse
He became neutrapenic-
His immune system collapsed.
With blood in his urine
And a spot on his lung
Liam grew weak.
his defenses undone.
An Amethyst stone
he received from a friend -
his talisman of hope
that he held to the end.
There are brave fire fighters
Who’ll be fighting back tears
Brave Prince Liam has died,
He lived only six years
There are many old people
still avoiding the grave
Who know less about love
Than did Liam the brave
We will gather together
In St Francis’ nave
To remember the life of
Prince Liam the brave
poem by John F. McCullagh
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On This Beautiful Day
The waves of saltwater lap up on the sand
On this beautiful day in a beautiful Land
on the drying kelp and sea weed starlings search for sea lice and sand flies
And the calm coastal air full of silver gull cries
The sun shining bright 'tis a beautiful day
And the weather is warm for late Autumn and May
The wattlebirds call on the banksia trees
On a perfect day with only a slight breeze
The Autumn all but gone and the Winter is near
But this is such a beautiful time of the year
One of Nature's most beautiful sounds for to hear
The flute of the magpie melodious and clear
And how nice for to hear the song of the peewee
On this beautiful day in the park by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Girl you want (Lyrics)
She sings from somewhere you can't see,
She sits in the top of the greenest tree.
She sends an aroma of undefined love,
It drips on down in a mist from above.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
You hear her calling everywhere you turn,
You know you're headed for the pleasure burn.
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue,
She's the real thing, but you knew it all along.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
Look at youw with your mouth watering,
Look at you with your mind reeling.
Why don't you admit it's all over,
She's just the girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She sings from somewhere you can't see,
She sits in the top of the greenest tree.
She sends an aroma of undefined lust,
It drips on down in a mist from above.
She's just a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
She's a girl,
Just a girl,
The girl you want.
poem by Satan's Sibling
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She's The Girl
She's the girl who sits in the corner
Tears streaming down her fae
Thinking her life is a waste
She's the girl who sits in pain
her life becoming harder and harder
Will she last much longer
She's the girl who cuts her wrist
hating every thing
that life had to bring
She's the girl who balls her fist
punching holes into the wall
In her eyes she is so small
She's the girl who wants to hide
She's the girl who wishes for Suicide
poem by Lizzie Resendiz
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Girl U Want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined love
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
You hear her calling everywhere you turn
You know youre headed for the pleasure burn
But the words get stuck on the tip of your tongue
Shes the real thing but you knew it all along
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind reeling
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
She sings from somewhere you cant see
She sits in the top of the greenest tree
She sends out an aroma of undefined lust
It drips on down in a mist from above
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Look at you with your mouth watering
Look at you with your mind spinnin
Why dont we just admit its all over
Just the girl u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
That u want
Shes just the girl, just the girl
song performed by by Devo
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Fear Not the Unknown Face of Fear
You cant predict what you'll be afraid of next,
just hope with time the fear will fade.
I look back at all
that frightened me
as child and laugh.
Before cancer, organ failure,
global takeover or sudden car crash,
there were ufos, bolts of lightning,
Spielberg's E.T. and
thoughts of my parents divorcing,
peewee herman made me cry
as did the thought of my father
being deployed to fight in a foreign war.
There were the unknowns waiting in my closet,
the shadows lurking outside my window.
Thought of scorpions and blackwidows,
stinging and biting,
as I went to put on my shoes.
Then came the fear
of not being accepted as cool;
what brand is my shirt,
what brand are your shoes?
Fear to speak
afraid of judgment
afraid of asking for help
afraid of my own scary self
the fear of mirror reflection
afraid of peer rejection
fear of the snickers
afraid of the whispers
afraid of opinion
fear of the truth
fear of goodbyes
afraid of hellos
fear of the dark
afraid of the bed
fear of my own frightful head
wosrt of all the fears
the fear surrounding the dead
No fear now in the comforting voice,
assuring the fear is all inside my head.
poem by Gregory Allen Uhan
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The Fisherman
He sits by the shore
all day long casting his bait
line after line
into the lake fishing
hoping for that bite
the kind that makes his day
but nothing comes
he sits there alone
only thoughts for company
what goes through his head
while he sits there
watching cold eyed
the open lake before him
is he at peace
or making plans
who could say
he just sits there alone
watching
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Death of a Vampire
She sits there. Eyes blank, lifeless. Blood pours from her eyes, her mouth, and the wound in her chest. They tried to stake her, to kill her. She had done nothing wrong, but just living was a crime her race. Her race lived off blood, other's blood, evil assumed they did of her. She never did killed anyone. Now she sits, awaiting her death. The pain dulls as the minutes roll by. She felt so hated, so unwanted. It was unbearable, painful. And as she slowly closes her eyes, she dreams of a time she was loved and she thinks to herself, ' And now I die alone.'
poem by Suzaku Vaneko
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The Old Man
He sits quietly murmuring
Talking only to himself
His eyes sunken and dark
A look of tiredness across his face
His head is slightly bowed
Resting upon his hand
He sits alone in almost darkness
Except for a small table lamp
In the far corner of the room
There is little in the way of light
Old books gather dust
In piles around upon the floor
Those stories he once read
The worlds to which he escaped
Now stacked without order
Like memories becoming forgot
A glass of vintage wine
Held in his thin, bone like fingers
Softens his pallet, soothes his throat
While he sits alone each night
In quiet conversation with himself
Another old man growing grey
Wishing on yesterdays
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Destroyed
Her sits a girl sad and all alone.
She wishes she could have a happy life.
She only wants to be free.
But bad memories stain her heart.
Rape and abuse all her life.
It was all she ever knew.
Right from the start and the beginning.
The girl wishes for a knew tommorrow.
She sits all alone.
The memories and the voices.
Getting to her once more.
She hates it all but what can she do?
Her heart has died.
And she has been destroyed.
She can't trust now.
All men seem to be her enemy.
She wont go far alone.
She hates going out.
Her sits the girl.
All locked away.
She hides herself away hating the world.
Inside her shttered heart she is destroyed.
Rape messed up her head
And it wrecked her heat soul and mind.
Her shattered heart lays on the floor in bits.
May it forever rest in peace
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Pearls of Wisdom
Pearls of wisdom as never before, from the mouth of Christ our Lord,
Speaking words with authority, that come from the Throne of Eternity.
A wisdom which exceeded Solomon, whose heart was divided by sin,
Christ, with a heart perfectly pure, spoke words that will surely endure.
Pearls of wisdom, pure and divine, words spoken, for men of all time,
Directed to every tribe and nation; words of our Lord God’s Salvation.
Salvation sent from God above, through His Son, to show us His love,
Love that exceeded wisdom of earth, and received through a new birth.
Pearls of wisdom not well embraced, by many whom Christ had faced,
Although in God these men believed, Christ by them was not received.
Much of His wisdom is contrary to, that human reason of me and you,
But Christ’s Wisdom is greater than, all of that wisdom of worldly men.
Pearls of wisdom to all will come, to those who truly know God’s Son,
And dare to give their life to Him, Christ, who saves men from their sin.
Sin which blinds the minds and ways, of the many world leaders today,
And in their wisdom they cannot see, God’s timeless Truths of Eternity.
Pearls of wisdom God offers to men, when in Christ we’re Born Again,
And the pearls, spoken by Christ, become to us, the foundation of life.
As believers live to honor The Son, bringing Light of Truth to everyone,
Leading men to an Eternal Kingdom, using Truth and pearls of wisdom.
(Copyright ©06/2007)
All Alone
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
HER CHILDREN GROWN
WITH FAMILY OF THEIR OWN
SHE WONDERS WHAT HAPPEN
CHILDREN ALL OF THREE
THEY HAVE GROWN LIKE FRUIT UPON THE TREES
GRANDCHILDREN SHE HAS SIX
GETTING HARDER TO REMEMBER THEIR NAMES
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
NO ONE COMES TO VISIT
HER GRANDCHILDREN DOESN, T KNOW HER
HER CHILDREN HAS FORSAKEN HER
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE LOVED HER CHILDREN DEARLY
WANTED NOTHING BUT THE BEST
WORKED HARD AND WENT WITHOUT
HER CHILDREN SHE WOULD DIE FOR
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE WONDERS WHY
SHE THOUGHT THEY WOULD BE AROUND HER
LIKE ALL MOTHERS DO
GET TOGETHERS ON SUNDAYS
SEE A MOVIE OR TWO
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
SHE REEKS HER BRAIN
WONDERS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO
TO GET SUCH COLD TREATMENT
FROM THE BABIES SHE ONCE KNEW
SHE SITS THERE ALL ALONE
THE ANGELS CAME AND CARRIED HER HOME
poem by Verna Ralph
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River Alone
The girl sits by the river
Warm tears streaming
Down her hurt face
She looks into the water
Wishing the water would
Wash her away or
Carry her downstream
She knows she has to face
Her problems but she'd
Rather hide away
She watches the river
Rush by not going anywhere
She wishes she were like that
Not having to worry
About her next move
She wants to forget this mess
Tomorow she'll have to face it
Theres no way around it
She'll have to do it alone
Theres no one left
To help her out of this
This is her battle to fight
She sits by the river crying
She's not ready to face
The whole world alone
poem by Lilly James
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Voices Of Freedom
The currents rage deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Up in the morning drinking his coffee
turns on the TV to some slasher movie
Cartoon-like women, tied up and sweaty
painting and screaming, thank you, have a nice day
the currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
His heart is pounding he switches the channel
looking for something, other than rape or murder
Or beatings or torture, but except for Walt Disney
it's a twisted alliance, this age of Video Violence
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
The current rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
Down at his job his boss sits there screaming
if he loses his job, life looses its meaning
His son is in high school, there's nothing he's learning
he sits by the TV, watching Corvettes exploding, 'cause
The currents rage, the dawn's upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason landing upon us
this is the age of Video Violence
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Na Na Na Na Na Na
Down at a bar some woman is topless
she's acned and scarred, her hair is a mess
While he shoves $5 down her exotic panties
the video jukebox is playing Madonna
While just down the block at some local theater
they're grabbing their crotches at the 13th beheading
As the dead rise to live, the live sink to die
the currents are deep and raging inside
The currents rage so deep inside us
this is the age of Video Violence
No age of reason is landing upon us
this is
song performed by by Lou Reed
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At his own cost
Perfection sits on a heap of wastage.
Discipline sits on a pack of stresses.
Promptness sits on a sack of neglects.
One thus satisfies others at one’s cost.
20.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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A Casualty
The old man sits
On top of a brown
Battered suitcase
This now contains
All his belongings
I remember him
He was the toymaker
In our village
He was always a happy man
Now I see him
As we flee
The light has gone
From his eyes
There is fear there
That stops me cold
What does he know?
What has he seen?
He sits there
Waiting for his family
People pass by
Asking him
If he needs help
He says no
He is waiting for
His daughter to come
She went into the fields
To pick some sugar canes
That's when the soldiers
Set the fields on fire
Burning sugar
Caramel
Now pungent
But the first whiff was sweet
That's when the village
Began to burn
The old man sits
And waits for her
I wonder how long
He's been sitting there?
He looks to every face
And says her name
Every girl he stops
And examines to see
If it might be her
The old man sits
All alone.
poem by Rabia Minhas
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The Wall
I shall beat my head against the wall
Until the moment that I die.
Or until the wall does fall
Then beside it I will sit and cry.
Then on another wall I must beat my head,
Until I just cant stand the pain
Then you will understand what I have said
My loss; will be your gain.
And on that wall will be my blood
And there it will always stay,
Mixed with the stone it will be the mud
And like my pain it wont wash away.
I will pound my head against the wall
Until the moment that I am dead
And only then, will I stand tall
Because then will my anguish will be fed.
As I hold no sorrows or remorse
So much pain that I will release
As this is my only course
And only you this action will it please.
I will pound my head against the wall
Until the moment that I am dead
And from the wall my blood will fall
In remembrance of the words I have said.
Then the world will know that I died that day
As my soul will be all that will be left
And in your mind to GOD you will here me pray,
As my destiny, has then been set.
I will pound my head against this wall
Don't you know that I am dying
Then one day, this time you will recall
As you will know that I never was lying.
My blood will be kept on this old stone wall
And there for you it will always stay
And only then will this man stand tall
Because then you will understand what I did say.
Now only GOD can hear what I am crying
From the actions that I did or even say
Upon this wall please know I was only trying
But until then, it will remind you of myself everyday.
Randy L. McClave
poem by Randy McClave
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