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Something for the weekend? (2)

Friday mornings:

As I follow Eric the barber to the pay counter,
feeling scraped and trimmed and scented and almost younger,
we slip into a familiar ritual,
a little touch of theatre
which takes us briefly out of ourselves
or perhaps even into ourselves a little,
come to think of it:

'Something for the weekend, sir? '

He doesn't say this sotto voce like the other barbers,
but rather louder than normal
in his ex-actor's voice
to draw the whole shop into this moment of performance
and assure any new customers
that no offence is intended.
The joke is of course my advanced age.
You might call it post-everything irony.
But there's just a touch of respect there too.

His young assistant Rob
who's giving expert attention to the young guy in the other chair,
with that intimate proficiency which the young
now bestow on the grooming of their peers,
but who doesn't miss a beat,
rolls his eyes heavenward at this sally
though this stale camp mannerism
can't quite hide his affection for his employer.
He gives me a quick glance of acknowledgement
across the chasm of age.

These little routines and rituals and performances
give shape to the week.

But hanging unvoiced in the air
is the knowledge
that one more rent rise and it's curtains for this establishment.
That is the stage direction
that is not spoken in the script.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Young Heroes

Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everyone round keeps putting us down, let it go
It's the same old play in a grown up day
It's a stinging sensation
Hanging round on every corner
Where, all the young kids i know want to be
We only wanna stay young, we only wanna be free
He doesn't wanna be you, she doesn't wanna be me
We're all young heroes
We're all young heroes
Shouted down pushed and we're gettin' real bushed
Just have your say and we'll do it your way
If it makes you fell better
Nothing much to add to what i say
'cause i know just how it fells to be
We only wanna stay young, we only wanna be free
He doesn't wanna be you, she doesn't wanna be me
We're all young heroes
We're all young heroes
We only wanna be free

song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Slip Of The Tongue

(CoverdaleVandenberg)
Sometime after midnight
The heat begins to rise,
Girl, you'd shame the Devil
With that look that's in your eyes
I know what's on your mind
An' I can't run away,
If I don't give you what you want
There's going to be some hell to pay
Creeping up behind me
Knocking at my door,
I'll never be too blind to see
Just what you're looking for
You roll me over, make me moan,
Oh, such a velvet touch
You'd melt a heart of stone
Anytime, anyplace,
I'm just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an' keep you young
All it takes an' no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
An' if I want a little love
I gotta take a lot of pain,
Make me think a thousand times
Before I kiss again
I'm waiting on you every day an' every night
If I don't try to satisfy
There's gonna be a fist fight
Anytime, anyplace,
I'm just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an' keep you young
All it takes an' no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
The sun is slowly rising
An' I'm sinking to my knees,
I'm dying just to close my eyes
I'm begging, darlin', please
I hear you calling
An' I'm crawling 'cross the floor
I give you everything I've got
An' still you ask for more
Anytime, anyplace,
I'm just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an' keep you young
All it takes an' no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
A slip of the tongue,
Just a slip of the tongue,
Slip

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Slip Of The Tounge

(coverdale/vandenberg)
Sometime after midnight
The heat begins to rise,
Girl, youd shame the devil
With that look thats in your eyes
I know whats on your mind
An I cant run away,
If I dont give you what you want
Theres going to be some hell to pay
Creeping up behind me
Knocking at my door,
Ill never be too blind to see
Just what youre looking for
You roll me over, make me moan,
Oh, such a velvet touch
Youd melt a heart of stone
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
An if I want a little love
I gotta take a lot of pain,
Make me think a thousand times
Before I kiss again
Im waiting on you every day an every night
If I dont try to satisfy
Theres gonna be a fist fight
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
Just a slip of the tongue
The sun is slowly rising
An Im sinking to my knees,
Im dying just to close my eyes
Im begging, darlin, please
I hear you calling
An Im crawling cross the floor
I give you everything Ive got
An still you ask for more
Anytime, anyplace,
Im just the fool who puts a smile on your face
A slave to love an keep you young
All it takes an no mistakes
Is just a slip of the tongue
A slip of the tongue,
Just a slip of the tongue,
Slip of the tongue,
Just a slip of the tongue,
Slip of the tongue,
A slip of the tongue...

song performed by by Whitesnake
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Blue On A Black Weekend

When tomorrow becomes yesterday
You need a (...) says
When the crowd don't swallow you up
It's such a sad day (?)
Oh no
Doesn't need anybody to mess you up
Doesn't need anybody to kiss you
Doesn't need and they don't really miss you
They do
Don't you
It's true
When you're feeling
Blue on a black weekend
Come and see me when you need a friend
Blue on a black weekend
Oh no, oh no, oh no
You're not having a solo ballot (?)
Tonight's proved lame
Burn your telly
Causes to blame for all your blue days (?)
Oh no
Doesn't need anybody to mess you up
Doesn't need anybody to kiss you
Doesn't need and they don't really miss you
They do
Don't you
It's true
When you're feeling
Blue on a black weekend
Come and see me when you need a friend
Blue on a black weekend
Oh no, oh no, oh no

song performed by by Travis
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The Hanging Tree.... (What Do We Call It...)

down through the woods
to the clearing where
the hanging tree stood...
sometimes you can still see
the shadows of ghosts,
swinging in the hot summer sun...
now the tree has been cut,
and time has passed,
yet the air's still heavy with guilt.

do we know more?
are we more civilized?
or have we just changed trees,
and gotten better rope?
what do we call the young men
sent to die in the oil wars...
the young people stuck
in the gang ridden slums?
the bullied ones who lose hope?
the illegal immigrants who die for work?
the young couple stuck on unemployment
and food stamps?
the elderly couple evicted
cause they cant afford the rent?
the Muslim family afraid to go out at night?
the gay couple in love who cant get married?
the young children without a father?
the millions strung out on pills?

what do we call it,
if we dont call it hanging?

poem by Eric Cockrell
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When I Was Young

(e. burdon, d. briggs)
Producer: carter
Album: the collected recordings (94), private dancer emi centenary edition (96)
B-side of the better be good to me single
The rooms were so much colder then
My father was a soldier then
The times were very hard
When I was young
When I was young
I smoked my first cigarette at ten
And for boys I had a bad yen
I had quite a ball
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
When I was young
I met my first love at thirteen
He was brown, and I was pretty green
I learned quite a lot
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young it was more important
Pain more painful, the laughter much louder, yeah
When I was young
My faith was so much stronger then
I believed in fellow men
I was so much older then
When I was young
When I was young
When I was young

song performed by by Tina Turner
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Political Theatre

There is a stage of life,
When the connection to it...
Should inspire an acknowledgement.
And those of us blessed to be human beings,
Grow to appreciate being a part of nature...
With expectations to make this quick visit,
As best as it can get.

And then there are those who make manipulation,
As a means to adjust the spotlight.
They want to ensure others are aware...
There is a power they've obtain,
To decide for themselves...
Whose appetites for this life,
Deserves more of a feeding...
And they will choose who shares this light!

It's all political theatre!
Drama to ascertain...
Who amongst them should split the riches.
And who will sit in the audience,
Observing these egos...
At their expense!

It's all political theatre!
A sham representation of a rewritten script.
With no respect for the director.
And terrible performances...
Judge by those who have grown sick and tired,
And have had enough of the fighting that is witnessed.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The record company started as an adjunct to that, to give young composers their first recorded performances; to give young musicians their first debut on a recording. These are all things that big record companies would never touch because there is no money in it!

quote by Gunther Schuller
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When One Is Young

When one is young,
Growing seems so slow...
The days go on forever.
And the nights are there to never,
Appear to go.

When one is young,
It seems no one will listen...
The adults seem to dismiss,
Whatever the young wants to know.

When,
One is young...
They think that they can get,
Anything that they wish.
No matter who delivers..
They want it quick.

And when one is young...
Life is not so precious.
And patience is not there...
When one is young.

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
And choose to be correct...
Without direction there!

When one is young...
Today they live with pressures,
To be more than expected.
Without direction there!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Respect Poem

_________________________________________
Resp ect your elders all if they deserve;
Respect your servants who will serve;
Respect your father for tilling the soil;
Respect your mother for her love and toil.

Respect all teachers who gave you the knowledge;
respect your parent who will pay for your collage
respect your friend who saved you from the ledge
respect yourself from not going to the edge.

they are so many things we tend to say
giving respect does not come everyday
don't reject, don't regret just correct
but don't forget to bloody respect.

respect it something i like
doesn't matter if your wrong or right
doesn't matter if you black or white
doesn't matter if your rich or poor
doesn't matter what the hell you own
doesn't matter what way were you born.
________________________________________

poem by Dbhker Don
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Haircut.

The Barber came to cut my hair,

I told him that it wasn't fair.

My hair had done him no harm,

Without it I would loose my charm.

The Barber he grinned a silly grin,

Said to cut my hair would be no sin.

That I should face it like a man,

But I'm a coward and away I ran.

Do you like sitting in a Barbers chair,

With him chopping away your lovely hair.

Once my head was full of curls,

Covering my face with twisty twirls.

But then the Barber came my way,

I was a child, I had no say.

Off came my curls one by one,

The Barber seemed to have great fun.

Now I'm old and very grey,

I'm nearly bald, my hairs gone away.

But when I see a Barbers chair,

I feel the loss of my curly hair.

You know I truly rue the day,

When that first Barber came my way.

poem by Bernard Shaw
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Please Help The Cause Against Loneliness

Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like to note my home address ?
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you kindly note my inside leg ?
Oh, I dont mind what time you come round
If its the daytime then I might be in bed - oh
Im so very young
I am so really, really young ... oh, oh
Please help the cause against loneliness
Would you like a list of my dislikes ?
There are people with problems
I know this ... Ive know this for years
There are paupers and peers
Who have problems, oh
I dont mind what time you come round
If its the weekend then I have to be dead, oh
Im so very young
Im so really, really young ... oh, oh
Im so young - really, really (yeah yeah yeah)
I am so young
I am so young
I am so really, really young
I am so young
So young

song performed by by Morrissey
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Im So Young

I have a girlfriend
She says Im her only one
We wanna get married
But were so young
So young
Cant marry no one
They say our love is
Just a teenage affection
But no one knows
Our hearts direction
So young
Cant marry no one
Im Im Im so young
Im Im Im so young
Im Im Im so young
Cant marry no one, no one
Pretty soon now
Ill go to sea
Their mothers baby
Will have seen the last of me
So young
Cant marry no one, no one
Cant marry no one
Cant marry no one
Cant marry no one
Cant marry no one
Cant marry no one
Cant marry no one

song performed by by Beach Boys
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Grow Young

Sitting here on the waters edge
Now that the storm is gone
First time in years it feels like
Nothings wrong
Thereve been a lot of changes
I was so lost for a while
Sitting here I remember
How its easy to smile
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Nobody to tell me where to go
Nobody to call
Just me and the kiskedees
And my guitar
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young
Gotta try to remember this feeling
Gotta store it up inside
Bring it out when its cold in the city
And Im worried and tired
Oh let me grow young
Like a brand new day
Like Ive just begun
Like a shiver like a rush
Like a soul I might touch
Let me grow young

song performed by by Heather Nova
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Sotto Voce

It's
Come to this
Sotto voce
Mention his name
Not to be
Targeted
By scorn and derision
The good die young.

poem by Vince Gullaci
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When I Was Young I Cried

When I was young I cried when I was sad, when I was young I cried when I was happy, when I was young I cried when I wanted something, when I was young I cried when I was lonely, when I was young I cried when I had to say goodbye, when I was young I cried when my feelings were hurt, when I was young I cried when I wasn't accepted, when I was young I cried when I was mocked, when I was young I cried for attention, when I was young I cried when I was scared, when I was young I cried when I hurt others, when I was young I cried when I felt physical pain, when I was young I cried when I was jealous, when I was young I cried when I lost someone or when I was lost somewhere, when I was young I cried when I didn't know, and now as an adult I cry because I understand.

poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Deep

on the edge
windowsill
ponders his maker
ponders his will
to the street below
he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view...
on the edge
know-nothin' town
feelin' quite superior
the aged come
to the sky above
he just ain't nothin'
but he's got a great view...
on the edge of a
christmas clean love
young virgin from heaven
visiting...
to the man above her
she just ain't nothin'...
she doesn't like the view
doesn't like the view
doesn't like the view...
but he sinks himself deep.
can't touch the bottom
in too deep
can't touch the bottom
can't touch the bottom
in too deep
can't touch the bottom
can't touch the bottom
in too deep
can't touch the bottom
can't touch the bottom
deep...

Release

song performed by by Pearl Jam from Ten
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This Morning At The Barbershop

This morning at the barbershop,
a barber is busy with the hair
of a much older grey haired man
that he is trimming neatly
and a young man
sits in one of the barber’s chairs.

When I sit down to wait
the young man rises
turning to me
and asks if he can cut my hair.

I was happy to get attention immediately
while the other barber was finishing
with the older man,
as he looks to finely tuned to me.

My hair was smartly cut
with a pair of scissors
and the young barber
held his fingers
to determine the length
and I wanted it shorter
than just cutting off the ends

while the other barber
first took a hair blower
from a drawer,
sprayed something over his own hair
before he started to blow it in the mirror
and he then said
that he cannot go
to the bank to wait in line
with a head looking like Tut’s ass

and I saw my locks
falling dark brown
with dots of grey around me
and saw the other barber
combing his long hair
and smiled at myself
about the vanity of humanity
while I looked at myself
and were starting to look much better.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Old marriage style

Unwillingly ushered in a house unknown,
Saw a young lady keeping head down,
White complexioned girl with eyes brown,
Almost frozen but expressions not frown,

I was at pained to learn orthodox way,
Children still not allowed having a say,
Uncertainty more and prediction less,
What is in store only assumptions and guess?

With great courage one may ask “hello”
Limited conversation and tradition to follow,
Parents present and limited talks,
Accompany to little distance with few step walks;

I am your would be companion,
Running a shop but not a champion,
Will allow freedom that you need,
No dowry, nothing or any more greed,

“Will you marry me” simply I ask,
Rush blood on face but hide in mask,
Wait for an answer and okay the proposal,
Parents too were ready for quick disposal,

Quick come yes as no competition,
answer ready even without question,
so stage is ready for lovely meet,
parent happy and exchange greet,

Day for final count down almost arrive,
simple way to wed and not to connive,
It’s way of life and norms to follow,
promise made doesn’t seem hollow

poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Young Man

Written by james young
Lead vocals by james young
People say with age there comes experience
But as soon as you are born you start to die
Older men are chosen to speak wisely
But call the child to the sacrificial rite
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
The fire bombs in distant lands are burning
Jarring every synapse in your soul
Life and death are a meaningless profession
Tomorrow brings a horror yet untold
Who can we get to win the fight?
Young man!
Who can we get to make love all night?
Young man!
Who do we send away to die?
Young man!
I heard a lonely woman cry for a
Young man!
Young man!
Young man!
Come home my son
We'll give you a rest
Welcome my son
We'll give you the best
Time's stowaway
The young man
Short are the days
Of the young man
Young man!
Young man!

song performed by by Styx
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