Zero Options
At first I thought I was day dreaming,
but very soon I realised I was not.
The man I was looking at died weeks ago
from an overdose of cocaine and pot.
The man I once knew saw me staring,
his pupils were gone from his eyes.
He was obviously a dead man walking,
and I hadn’t the time to ask him why.
My mind was in chaos with the situation;
it was unreal and just couldn’t be true.
But it was, and to prove it, I saw him,
but why, and what was I to do?
For a week I was edgy and scared witless,
and hoped I’d never see him again.
The early hours brought a knock at the door,
and someone out there spoke my name.
I looked through the door’s spy-hole,
and it was the man who was dead.
I told him this wasn’t the time for visitors,
and to come back at mid-day instead.
He said it was urgent that he spoke with me,
and I was to go with him right a way.
If I didn’t the consequences would be terrible,
and the ‘evil one’ would have the last say.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Call It Evil (demo)
I've been around watching little late shows
Drink a lot of beer
Like playing cards with my friends
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door, Yeah!
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Going to get as my babe.
It goes knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Playing sopwith in the back of my head
What you trying to be crazy?
People look at me, they look at me, but you're dead
Call it evil
Call it pain
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, on my door
It goes knock, knock, knock-knock-knock-knock, come on
Knock-knock-knock-knock, one more
Knock-knock-knock-knock
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
That rock and rock, yeah, call it evil
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, on my door
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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The dreaded chair
He knew his time had arrived
his heart was beating fast
sweat trickled down his back
he felt faint and nauseous.
The night before he couldn't sleep
he lay there staring at the ceiling
the clock ticked noisily by his bed
he hoped tomorrow wouldn't come.
He wished he could find a way out
but he knew it had to be done
there was no turning back now
he just had to stay strong.
Then his name was called out
he was ushered to the large chair
his legs wobbled like jelly
strong hands stopped him from falling.
A light was shining into his face
a pair of eyes stared down at him
his throat was so dry he couldn't talk
fear gripped him like an evil vice.
He hoped this would be over quickly
get it over with he tried to say
but he was so scared it hardly came out
his heart wanted to explode out of his chest.
Then a calm voice spoke gently to him
'Don't be nervous, your in safe hands
your only going to have a tooth out.'
How he hated going to the Dentists!
poem by Kevin Halls
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Never Again
NEVER AGAIN (WILL I KNOCK ON YOUR DOOR)
WRITER HANK WILLIAMS
(D) (Oh you) know that I've come back and we've tried it (A7) o'er, (But) each time my dear it was worse than be- (D) fore, Now my heart is (G) broke it's sad and it's (D) sore, (So) (A7) never again will I knock on your (D) door. (Oh you) know that I love you no other will do, Please tell me darlin' why can't you be true, But now you are gone it's over and so, Never again will I knock on your door. Someday you'll be so lonely and blue, Then you will know just how much I love you, But now you are gone it's over and so, Never again will I knock on your door. Many a night I've cried over you, Hoping and prayin' some day you'd be true, But now you are gone it's over I know, (So) never again will I knock on your door. Repeat verse two:
song performed by by Hank Williams
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First Shot
I said I was hunting deer. I knew the trails, the split tracks and pellets of shit; circles
where they bedded down together. I faced a buck once, for almost ten minutes I think;
I moved first and it left me. I ran home to think.
I had a bow, target arrows, a target on straw. My father said be careful, and I was, but
I sneaked my bow and arrow to the woods. I surprised a tiny rabbit near a hole. It
froze. I had an arrow on it. I moved and it ran for the hole. I never shot.
They had a blanket, in a clearing of wiry grass that sloped to the north. He had her
down, her hands all over his back. I thought I knew her. They hadn't seen me. I notched
an arrow. His head turned my way, vague, like he needed his glasses, and maybe afraid.
I got scared, I wasn't sure what it was; I shot my arrow, my first shot, wild I think, and ran.
I waited for something for weeks, for more than weeks. I couldn't answer questions. I
thought I saw her a few times, later. I never went back until I was sixteen, almost, and
nothing was there but I only stayed for a minute.
poem by Eric Torgersen
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Knock Knock
The tide crashed on the shore
As he held her in his arms
They swore their love would stay forever more
And never slip away
From this moment on
As they made their wedding vows
He knew how life would change, oh
Love was blind for now
Hey, but knock, knock, knock
Put the chain on the door
Shes back again and now she wants more
Knock, knock, knock
The thiefs back to steal
The shirt off my back, my next meal
Im not living anymore
Im just breathing day to day
Everything I had has gone, she has taken it away
Heavens door has opened and looked me in the eye
And there is no mt. olympus, just before you die
*
Knock, knock, knock
Shes got the house and the car
The only thing left is my old guitar
Knock, knock, knock
Her foots in the door
The shirts off my back, now she wants more
And tonight on t.v. well they show a happy pair
I almost wept with laughter
As some fool caught the bouquet the bride threw in the air
(instrumental)
At the final curtain call, in the neon light display
I see all the ugly scars that illuminate my day
And hail the promised land, its upped and gone to bed
Bleeding hearts and mothers weeping
Sometimes I wish her dead
Repeat *
Hey, but knock, knock, knock
Put the chain on the door
Shes back again and now she wants more
Knock, knock, knock
The thiefs back to steal
The shirt off my back, stays in my next meal
song performed by by Ufo
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Cocaine Blues
Everytime my baby and me go up town
police come and they knock me down
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Yonder comes by baby, she's dressed in red
She's got a shot-gun, says she's gonna kill me dead.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Early one morning, half past four
cocaine came knockin' on my door.
Cocaine all around my brain
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Cocaine's for horses and it's not for men
Doctor said it kill you, but he don't say when.
Cocaine all around my brain.
Hey baby, you better come here quick.
This old cocaine is making me sick.
Cocaine all around my brain.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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When my body arrives at the shore
When the time comes.
And my body washes up on the shore.
Be it not a shock to you please.
I didn't want tohurt you.
When my bloated body arrives at deaths shore.
Washed up and battered I'm dead on the shore.
And have arrived at deaths door.
Yes I was scared kind of.
But I knew it would over and done.
I knew it wouldn't be long to die.
Here lays my body at deaths shore.
I am dead of that you can be sure.
I am sorry of that you are to be sure.
I loved you that's for sure.
I could'nt stay with pains shore.
So Here I am at deaths shore.
I couldn't go on like this.
Here I lay washed up on the shore.
Iam now in deaths door
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Death Is Calling At My Door
Death is calling at my door,
Knock Knock not another joke.
This time I'm actually scared.
The call of death is at my door,
Knocking..... Knocking.....
Awaiting an answer,
My body gets cold as I start to shiver.
All sorts of things are happening to my body,
Not accustom to it; it got me worried.
I am feeling like I am going to die,
I don't. I want to stay alive.
I don't know what it is,
For all I know it could be a disease.
I spoke to my mother who said it is normal and I am alright,
But the symptoms I am getting insist to pry.
The knocking on the door becomes more as I go closer.
I want it to go away let me live to see another day.
I open the door ready to take my last breath,
Shockingly death had the wrong address
poem by Anita Khelawan
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Loose and Untied
Said I woke up,
This mawnin'
With not a problem on my mind.
Said I woke up
And got early out of bed.
With not a problem I could find.
Didn't want to have a rollin' eye to see.
So I crept across the floor...
Until I made it to the back door,
And eased out freely.
And I got up
Early
To rub that trouble out...
Right on time.
Said I...
Awakened up this 'meerrrnin'
With no problems on my mind.
Said I...
Opened up my eyes,
And slid so gently from her side.
'Cause an argument always meets,
My good mawnin' greetin'.
And a headache wasn't comin'
'Cause that headache...
Wasn't gon' be mine!
Said I...
Woke up,
This mawnin'
With not a problem
On my mind.
Said...
I woke up,
And got my mind out of bed.
With not a problem,
I could find.
Didn't want to have a rollin' eye to see.
So I crept across the floor...
Until I made it to the back door easy!
And I eased into the breeze to feel a freedom,
Loose and untied!
And I got up early,
To rub trouble
Out of my mind!
Said..............
I woke up,
This mawnin'
With not a problem on my mind.
Said,
I woke up...
And got early out of bed.
With not a problem I could find.
And I got up early
To rub
That trouble out,
Right on time.
Said I woke up,
This mawnin'
With not a problem on my mind.
Said I woke up
And got early out of bed.
With not a problem I could find.
And rubbed that trouble out,
Right on time.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Long Way Home Long Way Home
Walking down an alien street a miserable day in February,
thought he was dreaming asked what am I doing here.
The buildings and people are not as he remembered as
a child. He tried to cross the street but cars kept coming.
A woman took his arm and helped him to cross.
They told him he had lived here for twenty years but
told him in English as he didn't understand the language
these strange people spoke. Tired he sat down at
pavement café, a man asked him what he wanted… he didn't
now so the kind man brought him coffee.
I must find my way home, he said to himself, but I don't know
where it is. Then he remembered that his mother was dead,
he had been asleep, and as he slept the world changed and
he was lost in a future that was not his.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Knock em Dead Kid
In the heat of the night
You went and blackened my eyes
Well now Im back
Im back
Im back
And Im coming your way
Well now Im supercharged
Might just explode in your face
Im black
Im black
Im black
And Im primed for hate
(chorus)
Knock em dead, kid
(knock em dead)
Knock em dead, kid
(knock em dead)
The blade is red, kid
(knock em dead)
Knock em dead, kid
Knock em dead
A star-spangled fight
Heard a steel-belted scream
Now Im black, Im black, Im black
Another sidewalks bloody dream
I heard the sirens whine
My blood turned to freeze
Youll see the red in my eyes
As you take my disease
(chorus)(solo)(chorus)
Knock em knock em knock em
Dead...(scream)
Knock em dead kid
song performed by by Motley Crue
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I'll be knocking at deaths door
I will be knocking on the door
Knock knock knock
Knocking at deaths door
Begging to be let in.
I'm near to deaths door
An overdose
And slit wrists
Along besides me.
Knock knock
Please let me in
deaths door
Please open
Please let me in
I hate my life
I cant cope
I'm desperate
plase let me in
Deaths door has opened
Now I've left it all behind
I'm in deaths world
Im gone
Im free
poem by Amy Louise Kerswell
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Bob Dylan's New Orleans Rag
by Bob Dylan
I was sittin' on a stump
Down in New Orleans,
I was feelin' kinda low down,
Dirty and mean.
Along came a fella
And he didn't even ask.
He says, "I know of a woman
That can fix you up fast."
I didn't think twice,
I said like I should,
"Let's go find this lady
That can do me some good."
We walked across the river
On a sailin' spree
And we came to a door
Called one-oh-three.
I was just about ready
To give it a little knock
When out comes a fella
Who couldn't even walk.
He's linkin' and a-slinkin',
Couldn't stand on his feet,
And he moaned and he groaned
And he shuffled down the street.
Well, out of the door
There comes another man.
He wiggled and he wobbled,
He couldn't hardly stand.
He had this frightened
Look in his eyes,
Like he just fought a bear,
He was ready to die.
Well, I peeked through the key crack,
Comin' down the hall
Was a long-legged man
Who couldn't hardly crawl.
He muttered and he uttered
In broken French,
And he looked like he'd been through
A monkey wrench.
Well, by this time
I was a-scared to knock,
I was a-scared to move,
I's in a state of shock.
I hummed a little tune
And I shuffled my feet
And I started walkin' backwards
Down that broad street.
Well, I got to the corner,
I tried my best to smile.
I turned around the corner
And I ran a bloody mile.
Man, I wasn't runnin'
'Cause I was sick,
I was just a-runnin'
To get out of there quick.
Well, I tripped right along
And I'm a-wheezin' in my chest.
I musta run a mile
In a minute or less.
I walked on a log
And I tripped on a stump,
I caught a fast freight
With a one-arm jump.
So, if you're travelin' down
Louisiana way,
And you feel kinda lonesome
And you need a place to stay,
Man, you're better off
In your misery
Than to tackle that lady
At one-oh-three.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Father Spoke in Code
Father spoke in code
Mother understood.
She would cry
once he went to bed.
I never understood the code.
My sister didn't either.
As we got older, we quit
asking Mother what he said.
A feral cat claimed our yard.
It would leap the fence
when anyone appeared.
Except, of course, Father.
When he came out to walk
around the garden after supper,
the cat would sit straight up,
then rub against his leg
and look at him as if it understood
what others never could.
My sister used to say
the two of us were proof
Father and Mother
got together twice.
I told her I wasn't so certain.
I looked a lot like Mr. Brompton,
the next-door neighbor.
He used to buy us sugar cones
from the ice cream truck.
My sister, by the way, didn't look
like anyone in the family either,
but that was 40 years ago
when I last saw her.
I went away to college
and she got married.
We were never close after that.
Not even Christmas cards.
Forty years is a long time.
Now, we plan to get together
for a weekend this summer
before one of us dies.
I suggested we wait
till one of us is terminal.
What's the rush, I said.
But my wife told her
I was only kidding,
that we'll be coming
and not to make a fuss.
Burgers and hot dogs
will do just fine.
I know what Sis and I
will talk about that weekend,
the two people we'll always
have in common, no matter
how many years and miles
may lie between us.
Father and Mother have been
dead for decades now
but they're still alive in us.
I talk in code, my wife says,
and my sister cries a lot,
now that her husband's dead.
The one thing I want to know
is if my sister knows
what happened to the cat.
It knew the code,
may have had some answers.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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My Search for The Perfect Host
When the sun comes up I’m going to a place
that I’ve never visited before.
I’m a little apprehensive about the return trip
because I enter through a one way door.
To my knowledge no one has been there
and come back to let me know.
It is accepted that one doesn’t return
after they have left to go.
Despite that fact, I need to visit a man
who died many years ago.
I don’t expect to see him looking well
he’ll be more of a spiritual glow.
He’s the only one who can give me answers
to the questions that are troubling me
about this man I met about a week ago
who looked and spoke the same as he.
Now I’m not one to believe in reincarnation,
it seems too far fetched to me,
so I have to find out the truth about this guy
who behaved so naive and innocently.
I liked this guy, but he seemed just like an echo
of the man who was once my host.
The whole situation brings me to question my ethics
on his suitability to fill the soon to be vacant post.
However I do have a problem about the visit,
with regret I must leave my current host.
That means the soul will be left decidedly dead,
and on his way to become a ghost.
Maybe I could accompany him on his journey,
just to keep him company, so to speak,
and maybe I could introduce him to past hosts,
this is going to be a hell of a busy week!
poem by Orlando Belo
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Sophia’s Tale
It all began on a cold winter’s night
as another cloud blocked out the full moon's light.
The wind’s loud howling could have woken the dead,
it also kept me awake as I lay in my bed.
Thunder clapped and lightening flashed shadows around my room,
rain poured down bringing with it a fusty smell and a sense of gloom.
White and blue flashes blinded me as the wind howled out a groan,
my heart seemed to sink to deeper depths than I’d ever known.
As an almighty crack of lightening struck a tree near by
I heard the loud scream of a woman fade and die.
My window rattled as though someone wanted to come in,
I breathed easier when it stopped, but it started again.
I got up to draw the curtains and saw a shadowy face looking at me,
I drew them quickly, so he couldn’t see.
Soft taps on the window like that of a finger nail or claw
sent my heart to my stomach. Oh, did I lock the door?
The door was locked and bolted, so I breathed a sigh of relief,
everything went calm and quiet including my chattering teeth.
I told myself not to be stupid for being so easily frightened,
and as I opened the curtains it again thundered and lightened.
Somehow my window swung open and a creature looked into my eyes,
at first they appeared to be bright red and evil, but then I realised
that this was a handsome man who was holding me in his arms,
I had no control as he kissed me; I couldn’t repel his charms.
My mind could only see this lover, so handsome, strong and tall,
but when I awoke I found scratches covering my all.
The white sheets and pillow on my bed were covered in blood,
at the time I felt no pain at all, but then I certainly could.
I was in shock and didn’t know what or how this happened to me,
but this man or beast took advantage and caused me injury.
I managed to see my doctor and also had my wounds dressed,
and he sent me to the police surgeon to have a semen test.
The police interviewed me and carried out a full investigation,
the forensics gave an unhelpful and confused explanation,
finger prints, body-hair and semen were not of a human kind
and they had no DNA records to help prove their find.
They said they would check all available international DNA banks,
but this would take time and would probably draw blanks.
I was told to get on with my life the best way that I could
and they’d inform me if enquiries led to anything good.
Over the short time my wounds heeled, but my mind did not
I kept getting flashes of memory recall that scared me a lot.
I had to move house to try to get away from the bad memories,
this helped until I discovered my pregnancy.
Now I was really worried and wanted to know what was inside of me.
The doctor told me that it was just a normal pregnancy,
but that didn’t make sense I hadn’t made love for quite a long time,
but I was raped by that creature who took over my mind.
The doctor tried to put an end to my anxious worries and concerns
and sent me to the clinic to see what could be learned.
The maternity staff scanned my tummy and viewed my womb
and concluded that for a clear picture it was just too soon.
They told me to return in a week when the picture would be much clearer,
so I was left with the thoughts of a creature that couldn’t be nearer.
In my nightmares I repeatedly saw a half human and half bear like creature,
but it kept changing shape to one without recognisable feature.
Later that night I saw myself having the baby in the centre of a stone circle,
but then the stones changed to devil like creatures so ugly and horrible.
The baby was born and shown to me, and it wasn’t of a human kind;
the rapist told me I must mother it with love and secrecy in mind.
With his finger nail he cut my neck and from it the baby began drinking,
and when I awoke I saw in the mirror the same cut was shrinking.
From this moment I realised that something supernatural was happening to me,
so I went to see a priest who referred me to a doctor with a paranormal degree.
I told him what had happened and he looked through many of his books,
showing me different creatures until he found one with the rapist’s looks.
He looked astounded and whispered, “That cannot be; it’s just a myth.”
But then he continued to read the ancient text that made sense of this.
It described a 6,000 year old supernatural race that once roamed the land,
which were hunted down and destroyed, but the last of them made a stand.
Mercilessly they fought using all of their physical and mental energy,
and before they died the leader departed his body by ritual ceremony
His body was never found and it is said that he lives as dust in the air,
and every 1000 years a storm will cause his body to appear.
His quest is to re-establish his race, so they can roam the earth again
and he has to plant his seed before he dissolves in the falling rain.
At least I now know that he won’t be back again at least while I’m alive
my problem now is his seed and to make sure it doesn’t survive.
I thanked the man for his help and now planned to have an abortion.
My doctor arranged all this and I attended a pre-op examination.
The examination and scans now proved that there was no baby in my womb,
so in fact I wasn’t pregnant and there was no further cause for gloom.
I returned home contented knowing the creature’s baby wasn’t inside me,
but it didn’t stop my nightmares of how the baby’s birth would be.
Every night my dreams explained in detail what I must do with the baby,
I went back to the doctors and told him that I thought I was going crazy.
He examined me again and carried out a test, and told me nothing was there,
and I should now go and see another doctor, who would remove my despair.
I thought I was going insane; I even felt the baby kicking inside,
I knew it was using its powers by fooling the doctors to hide.
I didn’t know what to do, so I returned to the guy who helped me before,
I told him about everything and he agreed this was possible, for sure.
I also told him that I was scared not just for me, but for the human race
and would he help me to get rid of it, so that it didn’t leave a trace.
He said he was sorry and couldn’t get mixed up in anything unlawful
and I should seek help from my doctor or anyone medical.
People either think I’m mad or they just won’t help, whatever was I to do,
I had to think of something, but had I the strength to see this through?
After several weeks of thinking I decided to have the birth in a deep hot bath
I’d fill it with the hottest water and let the baby suffer my wrath.
Eventually I went into labour, so I got the scissors and filled the tub with water
I also placed knives in handy places in readiness for the creature’s slaughter.
My water broke, so I went upstairs for my bath, undressed and stepped in,
the baby was coming, but I had second thoughts of committing this sin.
My stomach pains were unbearable and slaughter had left my mind,
I had to get this birth over with and leave my hatred behind.
As it started to come away it’s growling brought me back to my senses
I grabbed a knife and stabbed between my legs while it was defenceless.
With the growling and splashing over, I lay back relieved that all was done;
in tears and exhausted I knew that I couldn’t have carried on.
When I’d regained some strength I had a feeling of contentment and I felt good,
but when I looked down nothing was there, no umbilical cord or blood.
poem by Orlando Belo
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Three Strikes
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time Ive had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldnt work again
So I said three strikes
Youre out, no more, keep on
Get gone keep walking out my door
Packed your bags while you were gone
Theyll be waiting for you on the lawn
Changed the locks so keep your key
We dont need to talk
So no apologizes
I dont wanna feel
Like Im going through time and time again
If Im loving you
So just walk away leave me alone
This is for the best, so Im moving on
One, two, three, four
You were messin round
Were never really sure and
Four, three, two, one
You thought it was game
And you could have some fun
One, two, three, four
Said I wont be a fool
Wont let you back in my door
Four, three, two, one
Cause playtime is over
Youre through, Im done
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time Ive had it with your lying
So sorry wouldnt work again
So I said three strikes
Youre out, no more, keep on
Get gone keep walking out my door
Had me fooled loving you
Had me thinking bout spending life with you
So locked up in your tricky ways
Only thoughts of you had me in a daze
Then reality came and gave to me
What I needed most that was eyes to see
You would never change
Everything was game
Counting all the times really blows my mind
One, two, three, four
Hmm you were messin round
Were never really sure and
Four, three, two, one
You thought that it was game
And you could have some fun
One, two, three, four
I wont be a fooled
And wont let you in my door
Four, three, two, one
Cause playtime is over
Youre through, Im done
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time Ive had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldnt work again
So I said three strikes
Youre out no more, keep on
Get gone keep walking out my door
I hoped, I prayed you would come around
See it my way
Now its too late
No chances, go away, go away, hey first time...
First time I let you back inside
Everybody gets another chance
Second time my momma replied
Said you gotta let him be a man
And third time Ive had it with your lying
Cause sorry wouldnt work again
So I said three strikes
Youre out no more, youre gone
Get gone keep walking out my door
song performed by by Kelly Price
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Most Peculiar Man
He was a most peculiar man
That's what Mrs. Riordan says and she should know
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was a most peculiar man
He was a most peculiar man
He lived all alone within a house
Within a room, within himself
A most peculiar man
He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them
Oh no! He was a most peculiar man
He died last Saturday
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon
And all the people said,
"What a shame that he's dead
But wasn't he a most peculiar man?
song performed by by Simon & Garfunkel
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Most Peculiar Man
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
That's what Mrs. Riordan said and she should know;
She lived upstairs from him
She said he was A Most Peculiar Man.
He was A Most Peculiar Man.
The lived all alone within a house,
Within a room, within himself,
A Most Peculiar Man.
He had no friends, he seldom spoke
And no one in turn ever spoke to him,
'Cause he wasn't friendly and he didn't care
And he wasn't like them.
Oh, no! he was A Most Peculiar Man.
He died last Saturday.
He turned on the gas and he went to sleep
With the windows closed so he'd never wake up
To his silent world and his tiny room;
And Mrs. Riordan says he has a brother somewhere
Who should be notified soon.
And all the people said, "What a shame that he's dead,
But wasn't he A Most Peculiar Man?
song performed by by Paul Simon
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Tell Me
Tell me I wasn't true
Tell me I didn't believe in you
Tell me a moment I didn't share
Tell me when I acted like I didn't care
Tell me a moment with me that was hard to bear
Tell me when I was fake
Tell me the time we spent wasn't great
Tell me I wasn't a good friend
Tell me I wouldn't have your back until the end
Tell me I treated you like a child
Tell me a time I couldn't make you smile
Tell me a time I didn't miss you
Tell me I never kissed you
Tell me a time I used you
Tell me a time I abused you
Tell me you're not all I have
Tell me when I didn't speak on your behalf
Tell me when I didn't have your back
What I'm seeing I feel like you're telling me all of that
poem by Daniel Chapman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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