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Fir The Lucky One

the shoes look for his feet
his shirt and pants find their way inside
his room
the table readies his meals
and the tv for his morning news
turns itself on
and when he walks away
the chair pulls itself to give way
the floors come running for him to step upon
the money pours like rain
and the gains find nothing to explain
luck comes knocking not just once
but all the days of his life
and he simply sits there and watch

oh, you lucky one!
someone takes care of you and loves you
you know nothing about hard work
and patience

and i cannot question it
because it is written in the palms of your hand
pursuant to the mandate of the stars

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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You Move Me

(rick astley)
I go to work in my clean shirt
I push a pen until half past ten
I watch the clock there on the wall
Tic toc, why don't you call
The boss come in and walks down the aisles
He turns around but he never smiles
He watches me just like a hawk
And then he says we must talk
* you move me, from side to side
You move me and if feels so right
You move me up and down
You move me around and around
Son, he says (what) i've got bad news
Life is hard and you got the blues
I know you're good and i know you work hard
I'm sorry, son, but here are your cards
I went home and kicked off my shoes
And i asked myself why do i always lose
But then you called and everything was fine
I'm so glad that you are mine
(* repeat)
You're the one thing in my life
That makes me feel so good inside
Will you hold me tight tonight
Oh, girl i wish you would decide
(* repeat to fade)

song performed by by Rick Astley
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problems

Ive been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
Wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
Been dreamin of gettin away since I dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues..hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
Want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey I forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
And no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems.

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Shoes, No Shirt, No Problem

I've been up to my neck workin 6 days a week
wearin holes into the shoes on my feet
been dreamin of gettin away since i dont know
Aint no better time than now..for mexico
No shoes, No shirt, No problems
Blues what blues..hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shirt, no shirt, and no problems!
No problems
Want a towel on a chair in the sand by the sea
want to look thru my shades and see you there with me
Want to soak up life for a while
In laid back mode
No boss, no polite, no stress, no dress code
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
Blues what blues hey i forgot them
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand with no bottom
and no shoes, no shirt, and no problems
Babe lets get packed..tank tops and flip flops if u got them
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
No problems

song performed by by Kenny Chesney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Taxman Woman

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
I wake up in the morning Im thinking of you
In dollars and cents in high heel shoes
I start to think and the headache goes boom
Im counting the bills that are stacked to the moon
The money Im giving to you
I could live on forever (on the sunny side)
What can I do so my life
Turns around for the better (got knows that I tried)
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see its only money
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see its so hard honey
To keep up with you
I work twice as hard what else can I do
To make up the part thats been taken by you
If it wasnt for you I would be rich
But instead Im a poor son of a bitch
The money Im giving to you
I could live on forever (on the sunny side)
What can I do so my life
Turns around for the better (got knows that I tried)
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see its only money
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see its so hard honey
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see that it aint funny
Taxman woman I keep running
Cant you see its so hard honey
To keep up with you

song performed by by Scorpions
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How Great the Love He Gives Us!

How great is the love He gives us!
Each day is manifested proof,
The morning sun, the clear blue sky
Of rain and air, more than enough.

Our life is filled in His embrace
The galaxy of stars declaring,
In everything we see His Face
Creation's testimony singing.

His love protects us from all harm,
Pulls us through when times are hard.
He holds us in His loving arms
Abiding Presence our reward.

And when we fall, we find His Grace
To take our hand and in forgiveness,
He takes us back into the race
To guide our path with His great Goodness.

What Love so great He pours for man,
And yet we always seem to be
Tormented by the things at hand
His Love we sometimes fail to see.





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June 8,2009
Philippines

poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Hard To Find

Look around, look around you answers
(Someone tell me)
Where can I, where can I find faith again
(Can you help me?)
Im running aimless just to
Try to and find a place to belong
I try explaining, but the words are
Always coming out wrong
Theres so much more to myself than this
And its so hard to find
And its so hard to find
I know youre out there
Closer now, close than Ive ever been
(To being too far gone)
Running out, running out of you again
(Can you fuel me?)
Im numb and painless
Just to keep me feeling nothing at all
I try in vain but nothing seems
To be working at all
And its so hard to find
It takes so long to get things right
And its so hard to find
I know youre out there
Theres so much more to myself than this
I know theres more to myself than this
And its so hard to find
And its so hard to find
So hard to find
It takes so long to get things right
And its so hard to find
I know youre out there
I know youre out there
Somewhere out there

song performed by by Lit
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Let Them Be

let the shoes come and accommodate your feet
and the gloves your hands
and your shirt and pants let them all come near you
and wear your body

let all of them come
let them be let them be

let them have you
the shoes will take you to the door of the house
the home you are longing

the stairs meet you
and the windows open like eyes looking out to another face

the floors and ceiling give you a space
where you can sit with the chair
that opens its arms

a glass serves you milk
or orange juice, tell it what you want
to quench your thirst

a saucer, a plate, a spoon and fork
they all come before your hands
some muffins and jelly
they all come before your mouth
they all come to feed your hunger

this is your home now.
Destiny is waiting.

You do not do a thing.
They all do it for you.

There is no worry.
Destiny does it for you.You see.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Watercolours In The Rain

Going through the motions
Ending up
Nowhere at all
Cant see the sun on my wall
Going through emotions
Ending up
On a frozen morning
With a heart not even broken
Seems Ive been running
All my life
All my life
Seems Ive been running
All my life
All my life
All my life
Like watercolours in the rain
Find a place to settle down
Get a job
In a city nearby
And watch the trains
Roll on by
Ill find the falling star
Ill fall in love
With the eyes of a dreamer
And a dream worth believing
Seems Ive been running
All my life
All my life
Seems Ive been running
All my life
All my life
All my life
Like watercolours in the rain

song performed by by Roxette
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A Little Luck Of Our Own

The cards are stacking up against us
These days our luck is running low
It's hard to explain but a little bit of rain
Seems to follow us wherever we go
Black cat sittin' on a ladder
Broken mirror on the wall
We're not a bit superstitious
No need to worry at all
'Cause when we can't roll a seven
And our last lucky penny is gone
This world can be tough
But I know when our love is this strong
We can make a little luck of our own, luck of our own
The storm is only temporary
But you and I are here to stay
Baby can't you see true love is all we need
So just throw that rabbit's foot away
'Cause when we can't roll a seven
And our last lucky penny is gone
This world can be tough
But I know when our love is this strong
We can make a little luck of our own
Oh we can make it baby
'Cause when we can't roll a seven
And our last lucky penny is gone
This world can be tough
But I know our love is this strong
We can make a little luck of our own
We can make a little luck of our own
Yeah, yeah
Oooh we can make it baby
Make a little luck of our own

song performed by by Keith Urban
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Bob Says

Bob says the harder I work the luckier I seem to get
And do not tell me there is not money in the loss of human sweat
If I did not work as hard less money I would have for to spend
The wealthy one has lots of mates but the pauper does not have a friend.

Bob says my neighbour Freddy he does like to complain
He only works three days a week and though to him I try to explain
Had he got another part time job how much better off he would be
But he just likes to have his whinge he does not listen to me.

Hard work doesn't seem to bother Bob the harder I work he say
The more money I always make life seems to be that way
One would have to become very lucky to become a lotto millionaire
And those who come by money in the easy way to say the least are rare.

Bob says the harder I work the wealthier I seem to grow
Were I a lazy fellow I would not have much to show
For the opportunities I've been granted for the betterment of myself, my children and my wife
The work shy and lazy person never will succeed in life.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Foma Bobrov And His Spouse

GRANNY Bobrov (Playing patience) Now that's the card. Oh, it's all coming out topsy-turvy! A king. And where am I supposed to put that? Just when you want one, there's never a five around. Oh, I could do with a five! Now it'll be the five. Oh, sod it, another king!

She flings the cards on to the table with such force that a porcelain vase falls off the table and smashes.

GRANNY Oh! Oh! My Gawd! These bloody cards! (She crawls under the table and picks up the pieces). This'll never glue back together again. And it was a good vase, too. You can't get them like that any more. This bit's right over there! (Stretches for the piece. BOBROV enters the room).
BOBROV Granny! Is that you clambering about under the table?
GRANNY Yes, okay, okay. What do you want?
BOBROV I just came to ask you: you wouldn't happen to have a chest of tea?
GRANNY Come on then, give me a hand up from under the table.
BOBROV What have you done, dropped something? Oh, you've broken the vase!
GRANNY (Mimicking him) You've broken the vase!
(BOBROV helps GRANNY up. But as soon as he lets go of her, GRANNY sits back down on the floor).
BOBROV Oh, you're down again!
GRANNY Down, so now what?
BOBROV Let me help you up (Pulls GRANNY up).
GRANNY The cards were going badly. I tried this and that... But don't pull me by the arms, get hold of me under the armpits. All I got, you know, was king after king. I need a five and all the kings keep turning up.
BOBROV lets go of GRANNY and GRANNY again sprawls on the floor.
GRANNY Akh!
BOBROV Oh, Lord! You're down again.
GRANNY What are you on about: down, down! What are you after, anyway?
BOBROV I came to ask if you've a chest of tea.
GRANNY I know that. You've already told me. I don't like listening to the same tale twenty times. The thing is: akh, I'm down again! and a chest of tea. Well, what are you looking at! Get me up, I'm telling you.
BOBROV (Pulling GRANNY up) I'll just, excuse me, put you in the armchair.
GRANNY You'd do better to prattle on a bit less and pull me up in a proper fashion. I meant to tell you, and it almost slipped my mind: you know, that door in my bedroom isn't shutting properly again. No doubt you messed the whole thing up.
BOBROV No, I put a staple on with fillister-head screws.
GRANNY Do you think I know anything about staples and fillister heads? I don't care about all that. I just want the door to shut.
BOBROV It doesn't shut properly because the fillister heads won't stay in the woodwork.
GRANNY That'll do, that'll do. That's your business. I just need to... Akh! (She again sprawls on the floor).
BOBROV Oh, Lord!
GRANNY Have you decided to fling me to the floor deliberately? Decided to have a bit of fun? Oh you useless devil! You're just a useless devil and you might as well clear off!
BOBROV No, Granny, 'onest injun, I just meant to put you in the armchair.
GRANNY Did you hear what I said? I told you to clear out! So why aren't you going? Well, why aren't you going? Do you hear? Clear off out of it! Well? Bugger off! (exits BOBROV)
GRANNY Off! Go on! Away! Bugger off! Talk about a reprobate! (Gets up from the floor and sits in the armchair). And his wife is simply an indecent madam. The madam walks about absolutely starkers and doesn't bat an eyelid, even in front of me, an old woman. She covers her indecent patch with the palm of her hand, and that's the way she walks around. And then she touches bread with that hand at lunchtime. It's simply revolting to watch. She thinks that if she's young and pretty, then she can do anything she likes. And as for herself, the trollop, she never washes herself properly just where she should do. I, she says, like a whiff of woman to come from a woman! And as for me, as soon as I see her coming, I'm straight into the bathroom with the eau de Cologne to my nose. Perhaps it may be nice for men, but as for me, you can spare me that. The shameless hussy! She goes around naked without the slightest embarrassment. And when she sits down she doesn't even keep her legs together properly, so that everything's on show. And -- there, she's well just always wet. She's leaking like that all the time. If you tell her she should go and wash herself, she will say you shouldn't wash there too often and she'll take a handkerchief and just wipe herself. And you're lucky if it's a handkerchief, because just with her hand she smears it all over the place. I never give her my hand, as there's perpetually an indecent smell from her hands. And her breasts are indecent. It's true, they are very fine and bouncy, but they are so big that, in my opinion, they're simply indecent. That's the wife that Foma found for himself! How she ever got round him is beyond me.

poem by Daniil Ivanovich Kharms
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Look At Me

look at me, you sit next to the fire place
looking at the reflection of your tired face...
through the window, and you know
i will be home soon because its almost noon
so you sit in the living room
watching the rain poor.

Watching the rain poor
all of a sudden I walk through door
I stand there. Then I say.
I cant do this anymore.
Please. Don't even speak.
Just listen to me. look at me.
I'm lost. I wish I could make the time stop.
So I could find my way and do whats right
I wish I had Barnard's watch. But I don't.
You see I want a life. I do.

I wanna make everything alright.
But how can i fly?
When all you see is paper planes
this morning we argued again
every morning is the just the same.
I know you hate the way we are living.
But can't you see what I am giving?
For you and for me. You want me to give in?

When you look at me, what do you see?
Look at me! You cant even look at me.
that's why you just look at yourself.
Thinking I've failed
your just the same as everyone else
just leave me alone, in my home,
where my heart, is cold.
I don't want no one to hold, just go!
just get out of my chair
get out of my house
and stop pretending you care.

Yes... that's it...

You walk out of my life,
watch me from outside
as I figure, my falling tear
is telling me, I am still here.
You look at me.

poem by Daniel McCann
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Cold Feet

There was a little boy once upon a time
Who in spite of his young age and small size knew his mind
For every copper penny and clover he would find
Make a wish for better days the end of hard times
For no more cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
His clothes were always clean
His face was always scrubbed
There was food on the table enough to fill him up
His house was full of life - his house was full of love
But when winter days arrived
There was never money enough to shod his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He grew up to be a worker determined to succeed
He made a life for himself, free from worldly wants or needs
But with nobody to share the life hed made
No body to keep him warm at night
When hed go to sleep hed sleep alone with his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
One night he walked the street looking to the heavens above
Searching for a shooting star a benevolent god
When a woman passing by brushed his arm
He turned and found love
He then wished for the courage to ask this stranger
Who she was to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought shed like the party life and want the finer things
So he promised more than he could buy
And he promised her the sun and moon to not have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He worked day and night his fingers to the bone
Hi worried mind guilty conscience drive him on
He cant give her what she needs
He wants to give her what he thinks she wants
Her sad-eyed face, his empty pockets drive him on and his cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Hed struggled all his life to be an honest man
Proud that the dirt on his palms was the soil of the land
But some guys he knew from high school days
Said they had a plan to get rich quick
And they could count him in if he dont have cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He thought about their offer accepted it without qualms
Dreamt about the life hed buy
The comfort that would come without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
He said the little boy is dead
A man stands with you now without cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet
Without cold feet - cold cold cold cold feet
He thought hed set his clock right - he though hed read his watch
He left in such a hurry he didnt think to wish for luck
Makes no difference if youre early - no difference if youre late
When youre out of time - the flowers have been laid
Youre six feet underground
With cold feet
Cold cold cold cold feet

song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Hard Times For An Honest Man

One man does his work
Hes not satisfied not at all
Feels like that hes being used
His self respect starts to fall
His frustration
Runnin very very high he takes it out
On the ones he loves, because its safe
And who they gonna tell
And he hates that cold-bloodedness
That runs inside
Chorus:
Oh yes
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Sister,
Shes got a lot of pride
You can see it when she walks into the room
But shes young
And shes unaware
Of what a brutal world can do to you
So she loves a man
He lies like a dog
Tears her little world all apart
So the walls go up
For the rest of her days
And there aint no man can touch this
Girls heart
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
So we walk
From the front porch to the back yard
Just to laugh and say hello and
Say goodbye
But some days are hard, like a
Soldiers steel-toed boots
And the rent we pay to stay here
Gets high
Chorus:
Oh yes.
Its hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times
Hard times, for an honest man
Very very hard times

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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All Day

Well Im hiding my eyes from the morning sun
And I keep on working till the work is all done
But a voice in my head keeps ticking away
As the sweats hosed down from yet another day
Well he works hard
And he lives hard
And he breaks his back without nothing to gain
While the boss man sits around and drinks champagne
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Well Im peeling the blisters off my working hand
Is that what it takes to make you understand?
That its something you read, not something you meant
To be slaving away without a shred of integrity
He worked hard
And he lived hard
And he broke his back without nothing to say
While the man in control was just laughing away
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision
Was it something you read?
Was it something you meant?
Was it something you said?
Or was it heaven sent?
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one transition
All day (you work and you work and you work and)
In life, theres just one decision

song performed by by Ministry
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Somebody To Love

Can anybody find me
Somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Cant barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord, what youre doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just cant get no relief, lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me someone to love
I work hard everyday of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my
Hard earned pay all of my own
I get down on my knees and I start to pray
til the tears run down from my eyes, lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love
Everyday I try and I try
But everybody want to put me down
They say Im goin crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
Got no common sense
I got nobody to believe
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, somebody
Somebody can anybody find me
Somebody to love
Got no feel, I got no rhythm
I just keep losing my beat
Im ok, Im alright
Aint gonna face no defeat
I just got to get out of this prison cell
One day Im gonna be free, lord
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Find me somebody to love
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Somebody find me somebody
Find me somebody to love
Can anybody find me
Somebody to love
Find me somebody to love!
Find me somebody to love!
Find me, find me, find me, find me

song performed by by George Michael
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Unholy Hour

my pants are under the chair
my brief on the john
my polo shirt on the cabinet
my watch below the bed
my shoes scatter on the floor
my socks no longer pair
we're here united
at the most unholy hour
of the day
with all regrets
for nudity

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Before

The telephone's not answered
So many times you'll call
For many different reasons
So many tears will fall before

You find your love before
It comes knocking at your door
Before you know for sure
This is what you were waiting for

So many fears will haunt you
Deny them or regret
Some men will make you want to
And you will not forget before

You find your love before
It comes knocking at your door
Before you know for sure
This is what you were waiting for

There's a story of a man who loved too much
He ended up inside a prison cell
You've got to want to give to get it
Or you could land up in the same suspicious hell
It's happened before (Before Before Before)
It's happened before (Before Before)

Coincidence and patience
Will mend this fatal flaw
Though it may seem a long wait
Others have been here before

You find your love before
It comes knocking at your door
Before you know for sure
This is what you were waiting for

One day

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys from Bilingual
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You Got Lucky

You better watch what you say
You better watch what you do to me
Dont get carried away
Girl, if you can do better than me
Go...yeah, go
But remember
Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe
When I found you
You put a hand on my cheek
And then you turn your eyes away
If you dont feel complete
If I dont take you all of the way
Then go, yeah, go,
But remember
Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe
When I found you
Yeah go,
Just, go,
But remember
Good love is hard to find
Good love is hard to find
You got lucky, babe
You got lucky, babe
When I found you

song performed by by Tom Petty
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Doesnt Know The Meaning Of Luck On My Poem? ?

ITS JUST SIMPLE TO BE TRUE
I DIDNT INTEND TO HURT SOME OF YOU
I JUST WANT TO EXPLAIN THAT NOT ALL HARD WORK SUCCEED IF YOU COME UP WITH NON SENSE TO THINK

BOTH SHOULD WORK WITH REGARDS TO THIS
IN WHAT EVER YOU DO KNOW IT BY HEART AND THE LUCK WILL FOLLOWS IN ALL ASPECT THAT YOU DO

WORK HARD AND WORK SMART
HAND IN HAND LUCK WILL COME NEXT
DONT WASTE TIME GAIN MORE KNOWLEDGE LISTEN
AND APPLY THOSE KNOWLEDGE IF YOU STILL BE FAILURE
THEN GOD WILL DO THE REST

poem by Janeth Tumbaga
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