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Tale Of A Hanging

Time is running out and what a heck
A few moments from now, they'll break my neck.
A shiver down my spine, I'll be no more
The noose is ready, and so is trapdoor.
Here they come, for my last statement
Going through rituals, it's my predicament.
Someone asked if I would make a will
What I would like to have for last meal.
I'm so scared, dimmer gets the light
There's no way I can have an appetite.
My head is jumbled, my thoughts in a mess
The hangman is ready, they give me my dress.
My feet are so heavy, it's hard to stand
Not wasting time, they drag me by hand.
The gallows looks ominous, I'm dead pale
Just a few steps and I'll be in hell.
The world is so alive, I'm in no mood
They pinion me tight, put on the hood.
The lever goes bang, tightens the noose
Down I go, hang limp and loose.

poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay
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Hangman's Gallows

Hangman's Gallows
By: Adam M. Snow

The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
the reapers awaken,
to mend the broken.
The mourners mourn,
a soul that was scorn.

Your judgment comes,
now's the end,
like a dying friend,
laying you at rest,
in a hollowed coffin,
as they dance and jest.

The mark of noose,
around your neck,
if weakness may excuse.
They dance and dance,
they jest and jest,
your blood drips to the deck.

To the blood of dawn,
to the black of dusk,
all tears are gone,
and all who brusque.
All's unspoken,
you're forsaken.

The children screaming,
mothers stopped dreaming,
your body's hanging,
from a waning noose.
All you've done,
your life's abuse.

By dawn the reaper weary,
as time grew dark and eerie.
The hangman cometh,
to the gallows oaken,
with a gauntlet of raw,
for you, who's broken.

poem by Adam M. Snow
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Murph Drag

Fellas (yeah), I'm back (back) {fade in}
The aristocratic black (black)
My whip ain't got no crack (crack)
But it got a hell of a bang (hell of a bang)
Fellas (yeah), I'm back (back)
The aristocratic black (black)
My whip ain't got no crack (crack)
But it got a hell of a bang (it's got a hell of a bang)
(What time is it?) {repeat in song)
(Come on) {repeat "777-9311" sample in song}
Everybody get ready
We got a brand new groove
Everybody cold listen
I'm gonna show U what 2 do
Kick your left on the beat y'all
Drag the other one behind
If U really wanna be hip
Then stick out your bottom lip
Now U're jammin' fine
CHORUS:
Murph Drag - Only people with money can do this dance
Can do this dance
Murph Drag - My bank roll's gettin' heavy
My bank roll's gettin' heavy in my pants
Murph Drag - Aristocratic dreams, aristocratic dreams
All the fine ladies scream
Murph Drag - Only people with money can do this dance
Can do this dance
Ho! (Murph...)
Count it
They can't mess with U, M.D. (...Drag)
Put it up
Go'n my brotha, tell 'em what time it is
Everybody get ready
We got a brand new cool
Everybody cold listen
I'm gonna show U what 2 do
But U can't talk 2 pinnacles
U can't talk 2 a gun
We are building up a brand new nation
Business is on the floor
CHORUS
(Put it up)
(We hittin', we hittin')
(Murph Drag) {repeat in BG}
I got a PhD in common sense
Can't nobody mess with me
The original jam operator
I could sell a forest trees (Yount!)
U dance 2 hard, baby (Go'n and tell her Morris)
I might cop a sweat
Y'all keep on dancin'
I'll be on this side
Winkin', blinkin', sneakin', makin' your lady wet
(Get sleazy y'all)
Murph Drag - Only people with money can do this dance
Can do this dance
(Testin' right, we hittin', we hittin', hit me now)
Murph Drag - My bank roll's gettin' heavy
My bank roll's gettin' heavy in my pants
(Murph Drag) {repeat in BG}
Fellas (yeah), I'm back (back)
The aristocratic black (black)
My whip ain't got no crack (crack)
But it got a hell of a bang (hell of a bang)
Fellas (yeah), I'm back (back) {repeat 2 times}
The aristocratic black (black)
My whip ain't got no crack (crack)
But it got a hell of a bang (got a hell of a bang)
America (yeah), I'm back (back)
The aristocratic black (black)
My whip ain't got no crack (crack)
But it got a hell of a bang (hell of a bang)
(Murph Drag - Only people with money can do this dance)
Listen, I got something 2 lay on y'all
It's about a new cool education (Talk 2 'em cousin)
Education - U're buildin' up a brand new nation
Your own block is the sole foundation
(Murph Drag)
Business on the 1 y'all
Get with it
(Egor)
Pull {sample}
{samples repeat}
What time is it

song performed by by Prince
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25 Minutes To Go

They're buildin' the gallows outside my cell.
I got 25 minutes to go.

And in 25 minutes I'll be in Hell.
I got 24 minutes to go.

Well, they give me some beans for my last meal.
23 minutes to go.

And you know... nobody asked me how I feel.
I got 22 minutes to go.

So, I wrote to the Gov'nor... the whole damned bunch.
Ahhh... 21 minutes to go.

And I call up the Mayor, and he's out to lunch.

I got 20 more minutes to go.

Well, the Sheriff says, 'Boy, I wanna watch you die'.
19 minutes to go.

I laugh in his face... and I spit in his eye.
I got 18 minutes to go.

Well...I call out to the Warden to hear my plea.
17 minute to go.

He says, 'Call me back in a week or three.
You've got 16 minutes to go.'

Well, my lawyer says he's sorry he missed my case.
Mmmm....15 minutes to go.

Yeah, well if you're so sorry, come up and take my place.
I got 14 minutes to go.

Well, now here comes the padre to save my soul
With 13 minutes to go.

And he's talkin' about burnin', but I'm so damned cold.
I got 12 more minutes to go.

Now they're testin' the trap. It chills my spine.
I got 11 minutes to go.

'Cuz the goddamned thing it works just fine.
I got 10 more minutes to go.

I'm waitin' for the pardon... gonna set me free
With 9 more minutes to go.

But this ain't the movies, so to hell with me.
I got 8 more minutes to go.

And now I'm climbin up the ladder with a scaffold peg
With 7 more minutes to go.

I've betta' watch my step or else I'll break my leg.
I got 6 more minutes to go.

Yeah... with my feet on the trap and my head in the noose...
5 more minutes to go.

Well, c'mon somethin' and cut me loose.
I got 4 more minutes to go.

I can see the mountains. I see the sky.
3 more minutes to go.

And it's too damned pretty for a man to die.
i got 2 more minutes to go

I can hear the buzzards... hear the crows.
1 more minute to go.

And now I'm swingin' and here I gooooooooo....

poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Cold Sweat

I've got alligator shoes
And I've beeb makin' news
I've got plenty of women
I've got plenty of booze
(Give me a shot)
Walked into the spot light
At the local bar and grill
Find a down and dirty woman
Well I'm gonna take my fill
Look right into her bloodshot eyes and
Scream my honey, I'm gonna make you mine
I paid the tab
I called a cab
Went back to my place
Had a hell of a time
I get excited
I feel loose
I move to quick and I get
Caught in your noose
CHORUS
(And I sweat)
Every time that we touch
(And I sweat)
I get the chills up and down my spine
(Cold sweat) You bet, You bet
Its a midnight stage freight
Ice cold sweat
Ooh we went home
All alone
Then we turned down the lights
And unpluged the phone
Well I'm a snake
But I'm no liar
Makin' love to me is like
Pouring gasoinline on a fire
I feel loose
I move to quick and I get caught in your noose
CHORUS
All I want is a little action
Ooh a little bit of satisfaction
You beat me down
Then kick me out
So scream and shout
And shout shout
Oh yeah
Then I sweat (4X'S)
Sweat, (Cold sweat)
I get the feeling every time
We fu fu fu fu fu
You bet you bet
Ice Cold

song performed by by Warrant
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Are You Ready?

Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Are you ready to meet jesus?
Are you where you ought to be?
Will he know you when he sees you
Or will he say, depart from me?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready, am I ready?
Am I ready to lay down my life for the brethren
And to take up my cross?
Have I surrendered to the will of god
Or am I still acting like the boss?
Am I ready, hope Im ready.
When destruction cometh swiftly
And theres no time to say a fare-thee-well,
Have you decided whether you want to be
In heaven or in hell?
Are you ready, are you ready?
Have you got some unfinished business?
Is there something holding you back?
Are you thinking for yourself
Or are you following the pack?
Are you ready, hope youre ready.
Are you ready?
Are you ready for the judgment?
Are you ready for that terrible swift sword?
Are you ready for armageddon?
Are you ready for the day of the lord?
Are you ready, I hope youre ready.

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Things Have Changed

(first release, live version, 2000, portsmouth, england)
One two three four
Im a worried man, got a worried mind
No one in front of me, no one behind
Theres a woman on my lap and shes drinking champagne.
Got white skin, got assassins eyes
Im looking up into the sapphire tinted skies
Im well dressed, waiting on the last train.
Standin on the gallows with my head in a noose
Any minute now Im expectin all hell to break loose.
People are crazy and times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.
This place aint doing me any good
Im in the wrong town, I should be in hollywood
Just for a second there I thought I saw something move
Gonna take dancing lessons do the jitterbug rag
Aint no shortcuts, gonna dress in drag
Only a fool in here would think hes got anything to prove.
Lot of water under the bridge, lot of other stuff too
Dont get up gentlemen, Im only, Im only passing through.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im out of range
I used to care, but things have changed
Ive been walking forty miles of bad road
If the Bible is right, the world will explode
Im trying to get as far away from myself as I can.
Things are too hot to touch
The human mind can only stand so much
You cant win with a losin hand.
Feel like fallin in love with the first woman I meet
Puttin her in a wheel barrow, wheelin her down the street.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im out of range
I used to care, but things have changed.
I hurt easy, I just dont show it
You can hurt someone and not even know it
The next sixty seconds could be like an eternity.
Gonna get low down, gonna fly high
All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie
Im in love with a woman that dont even appeal to me.
Mr. jinx and miss lucy, they, they jumped in the lake
Im not that eager, not that eager to make a mistake.
People are crazy, times are strange
Im locked in tight, Im outta range
I used to care, but things have changed.
Art direction and design: tetsuya tamura
Liner notes: heckel sugano

song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Running All Night

I've been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And i'm thinking
What's this fox's game
To be honest, i was ready
To play that white witch's game
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When you're running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How i got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And i'm making out like a clown
Oh, she'll make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And i knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rock'n'rollin' ladies
Good life to the games you can't win
We'll drink right at my table
And we'll talk till it's time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only you'd show me a sign
And something says you're ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Call You

Got the telephone in my hand
Gonna call you up tonight
Planned every word Ill say
Im gonnna do it right
Maybe Ill wait a little longer
Maybe Im not ready yet
Where did I put that number?
How could I ever, ever forget?
I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
If you pick it up Ill have it made
Im gonna call you now, I wont be afraid
Got the telephone in my hand, cord around my neck.
But Im not really ready to die
Maybe Ill give it one more try
Or maybe Ill call tomorrow
She probably wont be home
Maybe I like sitting here
Maybe I like being all alone
Everything will be all right
I wont see you tonight
Everything will be all right
I know its not the end of the world
Its just another...little girl
I try but I hang up every time
To call you girl and make you mine
Cant leave a message, dont know what to say
I dont wanna talk to you anyway

song performed by by Reel Big Fish
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Are You Ready Girl?

Well in this new love that youve found,
Are you positive, are you sure,
And are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Though its fun you talk about[? ],
Its the night life you explore.
And are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
cause youre living with a man
Who will find no understanding.
Do you mind if I layed down and cried?
Do you ever know the way,
That I feel for you each day?
So are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Hell buy you diamonds, hell buy you rings,
Hell buy your time, hell buy you sin.[? ]
So are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Hell keep you laughing for a while,
Then hell leave you with a smile.
So are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
cause youre living with a man
Who will find no understanding.
Do you mind if I layed down and cried?
Do you ever know the way,
That I feel for you each day?
So are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?
Are you ready?
Are you ready girl?
Are you ready?

song performed by by Kinks
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Let It Loose

Exploitation is alive on the streets
Ill probably just stay in my room
Everything I ever believed in hangs
Limp like a burst balloon
Christmas is coming
Man is getting fat
Me - Im getting sucked in -
Thought I was smarter than that
One side is dirty red
One side is freezing blue
You stand in the middle
cos youve nothing better to do
Give you a choice
Even though I know
>you rarely think
Start making decisions
Start to sink
When youve grown up afraid
With a built in fear
Of authoritive parents
And your pre-planned career
And your neck is stretched
In a very civilised noose
Give you a choice
Let it die or let is loose
Christmas is coming
Man is getting fat
Please put in a penny
In societys hat
Christmas is coming
Man is getting fat
Please put in a penny
In societys hat

song performed by by Waterboys
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Were Ready

Im ready for more
The feelin now that Im beside you
Well open the door
Do anything that we decide to
And I know that theres something thats just out of sight
And I feel like Im finally seeing the light
Holdin on girl I know its right
I know its right
Were ready!
You and i
Well find a reason
To simplify a change of season
And I feel like its time we were off on our way
We can go so much farther than weve come today
Holdin on girl and come what may
Come what may
Were ready! cmon
We can find a way
Were ready now
Catchin a wave to ride on
Steady now
Headin where we decide on
And I know that theres something thats just out of sight
And I feel like were trying to do something right
Come on make it if we hold on tight
Hold on tight
Were ready! cmon were ready
Were ready
Were ready, 1...2...3...4...
We can find a way. were ready now, oooh were ready now.
Were ready now.
(scholz)

song performed by by Boston
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Running All Night (with The Lion)

Ive been waiting for my lady
One hour - she finally came
She came walking by my table
And Im thinking
Whats this foxs game
To be honest, I was ready
To play that white witchs game
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
When youre running
All night with the lion
Running all night with the lion ...
I may not recall exactly
How I got her to sit down
She was sitting at my table
And Im making out like a clown
Oh, shell make me very happy
When she showed her fallen again
And I knew that she was ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change
Rocknrollin ladies
Good life to the games you cant win
Well drink right at my table
And well talk till its time to go in
This could be something heavy
If only youd show me a sign
And something says youre ready
To cut loose on the town and meet
Somebody new for a change

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Hangmans Knee

(hopkins, beck, newman, stewart, wood)
Hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Slack it, oh slack it
Slack it for a while
There aint no use in your hurrying me
Aint nothing gonna change things now
Now I aint trying to prove your judge is wrong
And your jury, oh your jury
I guess Ill know the way out
And if you kill me with my canvas shirt
Good god, you could put my lawyer in jail
Listen
Its just this twenty two minutes to prepare yourself
I havent been in this position before
Wash your hands, get your .? .
Find the waistcoat, lock the door.
And oh!
Get your .? .
Oh yeah, get your .? . lock the door
Come on
Listen to this one
Oh hangman, hangman, slack your noose
Oh slack it, please slack it
Oh just slack it awhile, give me one more chance
There aint no use in you hurryin me
Good god, nothings gonna stop me now
Oh
Dont you worry
Cause you never get your .? .
Well, might get your waistcoat on
Ha-ha
Heh-heh

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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Caravan Of Love

Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready for the time of life
Its time to stand up and fight
So alright
So alright
Hand in hand we take a caravan to the marble land
One by one we gonna stand up with pride
One that cant be denied
Stand up
Stand up
From the highest mountain of valley old
We all shall together with heart of gold
Now the children of the world can see
This a better place for us to be
The place is which we were born
So neglected and torn apart
Every woman every man
Join the caravan of love
(stand up) stand up
Stand up
Every body takes a stand
Join the caravan of love
(stand up) stand up
Stand up
Im your brother
Im your brother dont you know
Shes my sister
Shes my sister dont you know
Well be living in the world of peace
And the day when everyone is free
Bring the young and the old
Want you let chilled flow from your heart
Every woman every man
Join the caravan of love
(stand up) stand up
Stand up
Every body takes a stand
Join the caravan of love
(stand up) stand up
Stand up
Im your brother
Im your brother dont you know
Shes my sister
Shes my sister dont you know
So are you ready ( hes coming )
Are you ready ( hes coming )
Are you ready ( hes coming )
Are you ready ( hes coming on the caravan )
You better get ready ( go for it )
You better get ready ( go for it )
You better get ready ( go for it )
You better get ready

song performed by by Housemartins
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The Ballad Of Hank The Finn

Now Fireman Flynn met Hank the Finn where lights of Lust-land glow;
"Let's leave," says he, "the lousy sea, and give the land a show.
I'm fed up to the molar mark with wallopin' the brine;
I feel the bloody barnacles a-carkin' on me spine.
Let's hit the hard-boiled North a crack, where creeks are paved with gold."
"You count me in," says Hank the Finn. "Ay do as Ay ban told."

And so they sought the Lonely Land and drifted down its stream,
Where sunny silence round them spanned, as dopey as a dream.
But to the spell of flood and fell their gold-grimed eyes were blind;
By pine and peak they paused to seek, but nothing did they find;
No yellow glint of dust to mint, just mud and mocking sand,
And a hateful hush that seemed to crush them down on every hand.
Till Fireman Flynn grew mean as sin, and cursed his comrade cold,
But Hank the Finn would only grin, and . . . do as he was told.

Now Fireman Flynn had pieces ten of yellow Yankee gold,
Which every night he would invite his partner to behold.
"Look hard," says he; "It's all you'll see in this god-blasted land;
But you fret, I'm gonna let you hold them i your hand.
Yeah! Watch 'em gleam, then go and dream they're yours to have and hold."
Then Hank the Finn would scratch his chin and . . . do as he was told.

But every night by camp-fire light, he'd incubate his woes,
And fan the hate of mate for mate, the evil Artic knows.
In dreams the Lapland withes gloomed like gargoyles overhead,
While the devils three of Helsinkee came cowering by his bed.
"Go take," said they, "the yellow loot he's clinking in his belt,
And leave the sneaking wolverines to snout around his pelt.
Last night he called you Swedish scum, from out the glory-hole;
To-day he said you were a bum, and damned your mother's soul.
Go, plug with lead his scurvy head, and grab his greasy gold . . ."
Then Hank the Finn saw red within, and . . . did as he was told.

So in due course the famous Force of Men Who Get Their Man,
Swooped down on sleeping Hank the Finn, and popped him in the can.
And in due time his grievous crime was judged without a plea,
And he was dated up to swing upon the gallows tree.
Then Sheriff gave a party in the Law's almighty name,
He gave a neck-tie party, and he asked me to the same.
There was no hooch a-flowin' and his party wasn't gay,
For O our hearts were heavy at the dawning of the day.
There was no band a-playin' and the only dancin' there
Was Hank the Fin interpretin' his solo in the air.

We climbed the scaffold steps and stood beside the knotted rope.
We watched the hooded hangman and his eyes were dazed with dope.
The Sheriff was in evening dress; a bell began to toll,
A beastly bell that struck a knell of horror to the soul.
As if the doomed one was myself, I shuddered, waiting there.
I spoke no word, then . . . then I heard his step upon the stair;
His halting foot, moccasin clad . . . and then I saw him stand
Between a weeping warder and a priest with Cross in hand.
And at the sight a murmur rose of terror and of awe,
And all them hardened gallows fans were sick at what they saw:
For as he towered above the mob, his limbs with leather triced,
By all that's wonderful, I swear, his face was that of Christ.

Now I ain't no blaspheming cuss, so don't you start to shout.
You see, his beard had grown so long it framed his face about.
His rippling hair was long and fair, his cheeks were spirit-pale,
His face was bright with holy light that made us wince and quail.
He looked at us with eyes a-shine, and sore were we confused,
As if he were the Judge divine, and we were the accused.
Aye, as serene he stood between the hangman and the cord,
You would have sworn, with anguish torn, he was the Blessed Lord.

The priest was wet with icy sweat, the Sheriff's lips were dry,
And we were staring starkly at the man who had to die.
"Lo! I am raised above you all," his pale lips seemed to say,
"For in a moment I shall leap to God's Eternal Day.
Am I not happy! I forgive you each for what you do;
Redeemed and penitent I go, with heart of love for you."
So there he stood in mystic mood, with scorn sublime of death.
I saw him gently kiss the Cross, and then I held by breath.
That blessed smile was blotted out; they dropped the hood of black;
They fixed the noose around his neck, the rope was hanging slack.
I heard him pray, I saw him sway, then . . . then he was not there;
A rope, a ghastly yellow rope was jerking in the air;
A jigging rope that soon was still; a hush as of the tomb,
And Hank the Finn, that man of sin, had met his rightful doom.

His rightful doom! Now that's the point. I'm wondering, because
I hold a man is what he is, and never what he was.
You see, the priest had filled that guy so full of holy dope,
That at the last he came to die as pious as the Pope.
A gentle ray of sunshine made a halo round his head.
I thought to see a sinner - lo! I saw a Saint instead.
Aye, as he stood as martyrs stand, clean-cleansed of mortal dross,
I think he might have gloried had . . . WE NAILED HIM TO A CROSS.

poem by Robert William Service
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The Hunter's Mind

Awake, awake!
Awake to the morning bowl from last night's food;
Like the fling of a stone that puts the stars into flight.
What has the hunter in the hand?
Awake to the games of the Sultans,
Where the morning glory do call for the hunter;
Awake, awake!
Awake to the facts of life;
Cos', the hunter's gun is ready for action.
Oh no! ! The hunter's eye has caught the Sultans turret,
Like the noose of light to awake nature's call;
Who can satisfy the Sultans?
Like a little pool, so is the hunter's mind;
The hunter's gun is ready for action.
The only man who makes no mistake is,
The man who never does anything;
Awake, awake!
The Sultans turret is in trouble;
Like the noose of light to awake nature's call.

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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On Moonlit Heath and Lonesome Bank

On moonlit heath and lonesome bank
The sheep beside me graze;
And yon the gallows used to clank
Fast by the four cross ways.

A careless shepherd once would keep
The flocks by moonlight there, *
And high amongst the glimmering sheep
The dead man stood on air.

They hang us now in Shrewsbury jail:
The whistles blow forlorn,
And trains all night groan on the rail
To men that die at morn.

There sleeps in Shrewsbury jail to-night,
Or wakes, as may betide,
A better lad, if things went right,
Than most that sleep outside.

And naked to the hangman's noose
The morning clocks will ring
A neck God made for other use
Than strangling in a string.

And sharp the link of life will snap,
And dead on air will stand
Heels that held up as straight a chap
As treads upon the land.

So here I'll watch the night and wait
To see the morning shine,
When he will hear the stroke of eight
And not the stroke of nine;

And wish my friend as sound a sleep
As lads' I did not know,
That shepherded the moonlit sheep
A hundred years ago.

poem by Alfred Edward Housman
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Lost Forever

All your life youre bin slipping and sliding
Trying to find a way
Sun wont shine but now its your time to pay
Theres no turning back as you look
The hangman in the eye
Now hells just your death away
Its too late to say you care
When theres evil in your stare
You say youre not to blame
In your head voices mocking
Every prayer
Remember the face you saw
That once was you
Spirit high theres no way that
You could lose
Give him rope they said
As you look the hangman in
The eye
Now around your neck you feel
The noose
In your head voices mocking
Every prayer
Now youre lost forever
Im burning with fire its time to
Leave or get out
Im burning in fire I cant take
No more so get out
Im burning with fire the wheels of
Steel will grind you
Burning in fire this time
Youre lost forever
Lost forever!
Theres an evil in your stare
Lost forever!
And hells just a breath away
Youre lost forever
And theres no way out you burn
With fire its time to get out
Get out, get out
And theres no way out
Lost forever

song performed by by Black Sabbath
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Suicide, a Sick Fad amongst Teens

This goes out to anyone whose ever contemplated suicide,
This goes out to all the people who choose to hide,
Behind a blade,
Behind a noose,
On a bridge,
On a rooftop,
Behind a pill…………………………………………….
Now the greatest gift in life is life itself,
Now you may not be in good mind but you’ve got good health,
So don’t bother even saying you’re gonna kill yourself,
There’s no other side there aint a heaven or hell,
How can God not love you when their aint no God as well?
How could you do something as stupid as suicide?
It’s on par with the biggies like rape and genocide,
You get one chance, one life, one heart and one brain,
So don’t you dare ever go throw yourself in front of a train,
Suicides a punishment it’s not a release you wont be set free,
Its pain inflicted on oneself its self inflicted you see,
If you rape; go kill yourself,
If you kill; I’ll make you a noose
If you beat your wife, go jump off a bridge,
Suicide is a punishment that only the sick and twisted should do,
A trick conflicted by the innocent, people like you,
Think about the people who love you even if you think they don’t,
They’ll be so upset when you go even though you think they won’t,
You’ll get through this, you’ve got so much to do still,
So get up, wake up and dropp that container of pills,
Hold on, hold on its not over, you need to die naturally,
If we were supposed commit suicide we’d be born with a noose on our neck actually,
I’m frustrated because I see life wasted,
I’m frustrated because I see life wasted,
All because your girlfriend left you or that she died,
God damn it man she’d want you to keep on living,
She’d want you too survive she’d want you to stay alive,
Not end up dead without an occurrence that you actually died,
Why?
Because the bible lied there’s no salvation on the other side,
No pearly gates it’s just an infinite blankness,
Dead is dead and death brings a shudder to my spine,
I couldn’t imaging not being here for a long time,
So just smile wipe those tears, hold back the fears,
Every unfortunate soul will be fortunate over the years,
Life’s a gift and it shouldn’t be neglected,
Even though happiness takes a while to be perfected.

poem by Gaz illionaire
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Bang Bang Bang

What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint place to run to
Aint no place to run to
When he hold it in his hand
He feel mighty he feel strong
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
One day he may come back
Repay us for what weve done
Then where you gonna run to
Where you gonna run
But one fine day
All our problems will be solved
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
Give him drugs and give him candy
Anything to make him think hes happy
And he wont ever come for us
He wont ever come
But if he does
And if theres no one else around
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him down
If he preys only on his neighbors
Brothers sisters and friends
Well consider it a favor
Well consider justice done
But if he comes for you or me
And we can place a gun in his hand
Bang bang bang
Well shoot him dead
What you go and do
You go and give the boy a gun
Now there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
Now well all be at his mercy
If he decides to hunt us down
Cause there aint no place to run to
Aint no place to run
If he wants the chances that you took from him
And nothing that you own
Then therell be no place to run to
Therell be no place to run
And if he finds himself to be
A reflection of us all
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot us down
Before you can raise your eyes to read
The writing on the wall
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down
Before you can bridge the gulf between
And embrace him in your arms
Bang bang bang
Hell shoot you down

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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