Immigration
overseas, they all left overseas,
how happy to see money coming
to build the most beautiful house
how said to see no home at all.
how desperate, how loveless
how empty, how detached
they must know that these things are simply irreconcilable!
how the gold and diamond glisten on the ears
how sad the eyes have become.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The model today is that as much as 70 percent of the financing of the picture would come from overseas. Now we're beginning to run out of suckers, because there are not that many people overseas who are willing to put up more than half the money for a movie.
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The Overseas Workers
we are empty people
like sacks, like rubber balloons
we like to be light in air
so we seek being filled up
it is not helium or hydrogen
it is this need for a talk
a chat,
and we are here for this
a missing you and a missing me
we talk about places, work, masters,
discrimination, then we end with we have no choice anyway
we remain patient and callous
and we conclude with
we are the survivors of this chasing game
we are happy and
we want to stay for what can we do in those places which we call home?
no one lives there anymore
and when we arrive at those doors we are simply met by rats
and bugs
i miss the flowers, they are all gone now
the furniture are old and the gloss has faded
the house is for sale, and my bags are always ready to go anywhere
i do not really know
we are your overseas workers, your heroes and heroines
we have no home for now.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Overseas
Overseas, verses, vases, serve, save, saves, serves, aors, soar;
But with fuel of human excrement!
And like the abominable meat beside you,
For, you exposed your love on every hill! !
Skill, ill, kill, hill, fill, drill, thrill, mill, bill, dill, grill;
With words from your mouth to defend yourself always!
But, the bills are now in for you to pay.
Overseas, over, sea, seas, as, so, sore, sores, vase, vases, see;
And now, your nakedness is known to all around!
For, you exposed your love on every hill.
Overseas, ore, ores, veer, veers, seer, seers, sear, sears, sees, oar;
But, try to heed to the works of wisdom than playing with your life!
For, there are rulers in every country.
Overseas, ear, ears, era, are, or, rover, rove, roves, verse, soars;
In time past and to the present time! !
And, you are noted in this town for selling your body to all.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Money
CHORUS :
Money, oh money
Be my baby, drive me crazy
Money, oh money
Wanna hold you, just like I told you
1. VERSE :
Every morning I wake up by your side
Oh my feeling is so strong I cannot hide
I wan't to hold you every second that I live
And when you ain't next to me I get possessive
You make me happy and you buy me things
Cars and chicks and diamond rings
All the stuff that is blinkin'
2. VERSE :
Some people say that money isn't everything
I tell them no, look, you also need a diamond ring
And a ton of gold and a lot of shares
Your honey wants a private jet ?
Man who cares
You satisfy me and you turn me on
And that is why I sing
This song
My dream is to own a money money factory
C-PART :
Money money money
Gimme gimme money
Money money money
Gimme gimme money
song performed by by Lou Bega
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Cash based life
The only thing ever wonted
Happiness! ! ! Is it based on money?
Fame or fortune?
Can you buy your happiness?
Or will you be happy
If you just got money
Yes you can buy
The visible things around you
A nice car and a big house
But not love wealth and happiness
Meaning of happiness is coming to a home
By the end of the day
Even how you low on money
But still to a home to your love ones
To someone who really loves you
Not for your big house or your fancy car
Or how much you can spend buy one day
Yes, now a day's life is mostly based on money
But always have to try to see the meaning of life
With your naked eyes
Not with a blindfold around your eyes
To chase away the devil and the evil within our souls
To see the beauty within our life
Which is not based on money
Life is not all about money or based on it
Even we raised to believe that way
Believe in yourself and think about your life
With money on the side
Without making it the life source of your self
Nisal~©
poem by Nisal Weerasinghe
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A lot of times when we work overseas we tend to put the experience of someone who lives overseas, a Chinese person or a Korean person or a Bosnian person, within the prism of an American life.
quote by John Pomfret
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Essentially, when we run a deficit, we are borrowing money to buy things that are made overseas.
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Sam Stone
Sam stone came home,
To his wife and family
After serving in the conflict overseas.
And the time that he served,
Had shattered all his nerves,
And left a little shrapnel in his knee.
But the morphine eased the pain,
And the grass grew round his brain,
And gave him all the confidence he lacked,
With a purple heart and a monkey on his back.
Chorus:
Theres a hole in daddys arm where all the money goes,
Jesus christ died for nothin I suppose.
Little pitchers have big ears,
Dont stop to count the years,
Sweet songs never last too long on broken radios.
Mmm....
Sam stones welcome home
Didnt last too long.
He went to work when hed spent his last dime
And sammy took to stealing
When he got that empty feeling
For a hundred dollar habit without overtime.
And the gold rolled through his veins
Like a thousand railroad trains,
And eased his mind in the hours that he chose,
While the kids ran around wearin other peoples clothes...
Repeat chorus:
Sam stone was alone
When he popped his last balloon
Climbing walls while sitting in a chair
Well, he played his last request
While the room smelled just like death
With an overdose hovering in the air
But life had lost its fun
And there was nothing to be done
But trade his house that he bought on the g, i. bill
For a flag draped casket on a local heroes hill
Repeat chorus
song performed by by John Prine
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A Friend Left Behind
The bottle, in his bathroom
pills pink and white
begging for resolution
an empty bottle, his light
He left this world
alone
as his rock n' roll friends did
He left this world
safe
from the hands that always hit
the unmade bed, the dirty dishes
and garbage
he did forget
When he left this world
he left behind
the screaming, drugs
beatings and very little hugs
The pills now gone
and so was the pain
his breath faded quickly
he heard God, faintly, cry in vain
His soul gave way to death
while I was overseas
I prayed that God did see
of all things he left behind
the most he missed
was me
poem by Matt Mondschein
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I have serious concerns about whether it's prudent to give any foreign country substantial leverage over the U.S. economy. Instead of spending $80 billion on important programs here at home, we're sending this money overseas just to pay interest on our debt.
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Tax Breaks for the Rich
Jobs have been shipped overseas! Who do you think has shipped them overseas? The worker, the poor, the middleclass? No! The super rich that want to maximize their profits with cheap labor and low environmental standards. They then with lobby dollars and shills in government keep these products manufactured outside the USA coming into the USA with low tariffs in stores like Wallmart etc which undermine more USA manufacturing jobs. These are the rich that this new bill would give tax breaks too. These affluent fat cats get a tax break that not only doesn't invest in the USA economy but rob it! These ultra rich want the USA to borrow money from China while millions are laid off by a false trickle down economic policy that has utterly failed. They want their tax breaks going on our childrens childrens back and tell us they only want to spend money they pay for! LIARS! The congress in the hands of big money needs statesmen that fight for the middle class. Keep yourself informed and realize what these politicians do affect all of us and the world. See through the phony TAX BREAKS for the rich while extending unemployment benefits for the down trodden and giving more tax incentives to the middle class that truly spends its money to survive on a daily basis and stimulate the economy in a real way. Working people are not the ones moving the companies. Joe - resist these evil men and policies
poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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My Daddy's Not Coming Home
A siren had been a-blowing
I had heard it above the wind
And the sound of people running
On past my window pane
I took a look out of my window
There were people everywhere
But soon the streets, they were empty
And there was silence everywhere
My mother had been crying
I could see the teardrops in her eyes
And I reached out to comfort her
Then she tried to dry her eyes
She took me by the hand
We sat down so she could explain
That my daddy's not coming home, no never again
She said that there'd been an explosion
And she said that there wasn't much chance
Of my daddy coming on home
Oh my daddy's not coming home, coming home
He gave his life to keep us all warm
Through the raging winters, and the storms
Working all the hours that God had sent
So he could earn the money to pay our rent
But what a price to pay for a little coal
Two miles underground down in that hole
And what have you got at the end of it all
You're told, daddy's not coming home
No, your daddy's not coming home
Oh no, your daddy's not coming home, ever a-gain
poem by Vance Freeman
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We have supported state terrorism against the Palestinians and black South Africans, and now we are indignant because the stuff we have done overseas is now brought right back to our own front yards. America's chickens are coming home to roost.
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The Giving Tree
Once there was a tree....
and she loved a little boy.
And everyday the boy would come
and he would gather her leaves
and make them into crowns
and play king of the forest.
He would climb up her trunk
and swing from her branches
and eat apples.
And they would play hide-and-go-seek.
And when he was tired,
he would sleep in her shade.
And the boy loved the tree....
very much.
And the tree was happy.
But time went by.
And the boy grew older.
And the tree was often alone.
Then one day the boy came to the tree
and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and
climb up my trunk and swing from my
branches and eat apples and play in my
shade and be happy.'
'I am too big to climb and play' said
the boy.
'I want to buy things and have fun.
I want some money?'
'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I
have no money.
I have only leaves and apples.
Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in
the city. Then you will have money and
you will be happy.'
And so the boy climbed up the
tree and gathered her apples
and carried them away.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time....
and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back
and the tree shook with joy
and she said, 'Come, Boy, climb up my trunk
and swing from my branches and be happy.'
'I am too busy to climb trees,' said the boy.
'I want a house to keep me warm,' he said.
'I want a wife and I want children,
and so I need a house.
Can you give me a house ?'
' I have no house,' said the tree.
'The forest is my house,
but you may cut off
my branches and build a
house. Then you will be happy.'
And so the boy cut off her branches
and carried them away
to build his house.
And the tree was happy.
But the boy stayed away for a long time.
And when he came back,
the tree was so happy
she could hardly speak.
'Come, Boy,' she whispered,
'come and play.'
'I am too old and sad to play,'
said the boy.
'I want a boat that will
take me far away from here.
Can you give me a boat?'
'Cut down my trunk
and make a boat,' said the tree.
'Then you can sail away...
and be happy.'
And so the boy cut down her trunk
and made a boat and sailed away.
And the tree was happy
... but not really.
And after a long time
the boy came back again.
'I am sorry, Boy,'
said the tree,' but I have nothing
left to give you -
My apples are gone.'
'My teeth are too weak
for apples,' said the boy.
'My branches are gone,'
said the tree. ' You
cannot swing on them - '
'I am too old to swing
on branches,' said the boy.
'My trunk is gone, ' said the tree.
'You cannot climb - '
'I am too tired to climb' said the boy.
'I am sorry,' sighed the tree.
'I wish that I could give you something....
but I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry....'
'I don't need very much now,' said the boy.
'just a quiet place to sit and rest.
I am very tired.'
'Well,' said the tree, straightening
herself up as much as she could,
'well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting
Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest.'
And the boy did.
And the tree was happy.
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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The Way That You Love Me
It ain't the clothes that you wear
It ain't the things that you buy
It ain't your house on the hill
It ain't the plane that you fly
It ain't your black limousine
It ain't your ninety-foot yacht
It ain't the things that you'll get
It ain't the things that you got
It ain't the money or the diamond rings
Honey i ain't impressed with your material things
It's the way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
It's the way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
It ain't your friends at the top
It ain't their fortune and fame
It ain't your heavy connections
It ain't the hollywood game
Ain't famous people or the parties they throw
Honey i ain't impressed with all the people you know
It's just the way that you love me
(in the heat of the night)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(when you're loving me right)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(and the things that you do)
It's just the way that you love me
(baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(make me crazy for you)
It's just the way that you love me
It ain't the money or the diamond rings
Honey i ain't impressed with those material things
It ain't the trips to brazil
It ain't the weekends in rome
It ain't the french riviera
You know i'd rather stay home
Ain't the bahamas
It ain't monaco
Honey i ain't impressed
With all the places we go
It's just the way that you love me
The way that you love me
The way that you love me
It's just the way that you love me
The way that you love me
(it ain't the money)
It's just the way that you love me
(or the diamond rings)
The way that you love me
(ain't what you buy me baby)
It's just the way that you love me
(ain't material things)
The way that you love me
(ain't your maserati)
It's just the way that you love me
(your house on the hill)
The way that you love me
(it ain't the parties)
It's just the way that you love me
(or the trips to brazil)
Watch me dancin'...
song performed by by Paula Abdul
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Black Market White Baby Dealer
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
My black market white baby dealer
Is rooting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Kidnaps clean, fresh white babies for me
Clean, fresh white babies for me
My smile is dime a dozen
My lips are cherry red
My eyes are blue like the sky is blue
I got good shoulders under my head
I look like your mother
I look like your great-aunt
So sit me down in the family photo
And everyone tells me that i, I look just like you
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
He brings back
Oh my god, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
He brings back
Oh charlie, he brings back
He brings back clean, fresh, white expensive babies
I come post-production
I dont need natal care
Im already fully assembled
Down to the very last part, its all there
So take me to your family
So take me to your home
Buddy, take me in as your next generation
And Ill take you out of the lost one and into mine
My black market white baby dealer
Is hunting around overseas
My black market white baby dealer
Brings back clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
Clean, fresh white babies to me
song performed by by Liz Phair
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Coming Home
It's a long and lonely highway.
When you're traveling all alone.
I was on my way to nowhere.
But now i'm coming home.
I'm coming home.
I've been running through the fire.
I've been running for so long.
If i took it any higher.
Baby i would be still be gone.
But now i'm coming home, coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home.
Well my home was really never.
On a far and distant shore.
If i stayed away forever.
I could never miss you more.
And so i'm coming home,coming home.i'm coming home.
Coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I think of all these years gone by.
Never even wondered why.
I never touched the ground.
All the time that's come and gone.
All the nights i've been alone.
And now i'm homeward bound.
I heard the thunder over canaan.
And i've heard the angels cry.
And their voices came revealing
"as you live,so will you die."
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
I'm coming home,coming home,i'm coming home.
Coming home, coming home, i'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home, coming home, coming home...
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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If I Were A Drinker
you only wanted what money could buy,any trinket that sparkled would catch your
green eyes I should have known better,but i loved you too much,and when you
spent all my savings,love was not enough.If i were a drinker i'd be drunk
tonight,and if'n i were a gambler,i'd bet my last dime,you're out with
another,and you won't be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone.We
used to go dancin' on saturday night you shined like a diamond underneath those
blue lights you were a fools gold oh but i would soon learn i'd never make you
happy with the money i earned.If i were a drinker,i'd be drunk tonight,and if'n
i was a gambler,lord i'd bet my last dime you're out with another,and you won't
be home,but if i were a rich man you would'nt be gone
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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It began to dawn on me that perhaps my country needed me more at home than overseas.
quote by Larry David
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I went overseas hoping to prove that all our POWs were home. I came back convinced that they were still alive.