Backyard Brawl
Got a cut on my thigh, got a nail in my eye
And I'm bleedin' all over the wall
Got a barbed wire bat and a dude on the mat
Ain't getting up soon at all
Got a head full of rage and a belly full of hate
I'm the neighborhood legend that just can't wait
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Don't matter who you are, don't matter what color
Brown or white'll do
But if you're yellow you'll be covered in red
A whole lotta black and blue
Jump off the trailer in a pile full o' guys
Scratching and kicking and pulverized
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Only got six teeth but three of those
Are sharp enough to bite off your nose
At the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
[Spoken:]
You think you're so tough
You talkin' to me?
You're mine
Come on, let's go
Come on stitches...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Havana Gang Brawl
Well the cops are at the door
And you know that they want more
They've got spears, made for arms
Tried to lure you with their charms
You can hear the guns outside
Watching riots with their eyes
As you move from wall to wall
Hear the siren from the gang brawl
Line the locals one by one
Filling bullets with their guns
Are you red, or if you're blue
Cause tonight their gonna find the truth
Take no prisoners today
For the future will be laid
One big city, one big town
Everyone with the same crown
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
A doomed old day for engagements
They have torn up your arrangements
All the mothers, buying razors
For the future will be dangerous
You try desperately to leave
But all the trains are dry for steam
All the taxis on their sides
All the planes are burning bright
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Only one option left
To survive or you'll be dead
Do you hide now from the sin
Or do your blazing guns begin?
All the shops are up for sale
You might make it out on bail
All the fathers shine today
Making sure that son's ok
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Havana Gang Brawl
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
Oh where will you sleep tonight?
song performed by by Zutons
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Smeared With Mud And Smelling Of Fried Chicken
No one clearly appearing from out of the 'blue'...
Smeared with mud and smelling of fried chicken,
Can proclaim an innocence,
Of not being involved in a brawl...
At a backyard bar-b-cue.
To then wish to validate their innocence by saying...
They just arrived from a trip they took to remoted islands.
And they have come to report a case of stolen luggage.
Something in this explanation sounds a bit fishy.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I Speak To The Flowers
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
They tell my to leave you, just get you out of my mind.
They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
Ow, forget all the good times, that are making me blind.
I know you run around and youll never settle down
And I should quit while Im still on top
But when you hold me baby in your lovin arms
I could love you forever baby, but
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
When I speak to the flowers in my backyard
They tell me to leave you, leave you behind
They tell my to leave you, just get you out of my mind.
They tell me to leave you, just leave you behind
Ow, forget all the good times, that are making me blind.
song performed by by Cat Stevens
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Commons Brawl
All right and honorable gentlemen
And lady, too
Will kindly try to restrain themselves
In derring-do
As verbal hard graffiti flies
And echoes wall to wall
Our precious model of democracy
Its the house of commons brawl
One member from some dark mill town
Furious did cry
Spittle froth from folded chin
To dim the lie
Lets serve this brief and list the rush
Of whos allowed catcalls
Lets finish this right here and now
At the house of commons brawl
Kick, punch with the government
As with jackets off they fly heaven-bent
Scratch gouge with the other side
As the party firmly admit a fight
Another day in the lives of those
Who would guide us through
If all is prepped that we should
By their example do
But there again I think for less
For gyving to the wall
The wrong house but the right idea
To end the commons brawl
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Clean Up Your Own Backyard
(words & music by b. strange - s. davis)
Back porch preacher preaching at me
Acting like he wrote the golden rules
Shaking his fist and speeching at me
Shouting from his soap box like a fool
Come sunday morning hes lying in bed
With his eye all red, with the wine in his head
Wishing he was dead when he oughta be
Heading for sunday school
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Drugstore cowboy criticizing
Acting like hes better than you and me
Standing on the sidewalk supervising
Telling everybody how they ought to be
Come closing time most every night
He locks up tight and out go the lights
And he ducks out of sight and he cheats on his wife
With his employee
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Armchair quarterbacks always moanin
Second guessing people all day long
Pushing, fooling and hanging on in
Always messing where they dont belong
When you get right down to the nitty-gritty
Isnt it a pity that in this big city
Not a one alittle bitty manll admit
He could have been a little bit wrong
Clean up your own backyard
Oh dont you hand me, dont you hand me none of your lines
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
Clean up your own backyard
You tend to your business, Ill tend to mine
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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In the backyard a cock crows
In the backyard a cock crows
from a plot surrounded by walls of steel
while a dog lies in the sun where he is making a din.
In the backyard a cock crows
half astonished the hens peer at him
where in the early afternoon they how and peck.
In the backyard a cock crows
from a plot surrounded by walls of steel
poem by Gert Strydom
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Back In Your Own Backyard
Al jolson / billy rose / dave dreyer
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
Youll see your castles in spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the east
Go to the west
But someday youll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
Youll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
The bird with feathers of blue
Is waiting for you
Back in your own backyard
Youll see your castles in spain
Through your window pane
Back in your own backyard
Oh you can go to the east
Go to the west
But someday youll come
Weary at heart
Back where you started from
Youll find your happiness lies
Right under your eyes
Back in your own backyard
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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The Backyard
The backyard used to be
of many different things:
It was the baseball field
where I hit the homerun
to win the World Series.
It was the football field
where I ran in the winning
touchdown in the Super Bowl.
It was the wrestling ring
where I would battle in
WrestleMania’s main event.
But nowadays, the backyard’s
nothing more than a reminder
of unfulfilled dreams!
poem by Michael Fischer
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These Bombs
German soldiers at my backyard,
Russian soldiers at my backyard,
American soldiers at my backyard,
The world's soldiers at my backyard,
And like cultures at different places;
But, history is all about life.
What is your name? !
'My name is St. Louis';
What is your mission?
'My mission is to see to the peace in this world';
What is your vision?
'My vision is to conquer the world with love'!
'One head, two eyes, two ears';
'One nose, two legs, two hands';
'And, to tell the people what the future will be like'.
Soon a bomb will blast omewhere! !
Soom many people will be killed;
And like the cultures of these people around me,
For, they are always after destruction than peace.
To others, sex is like a chewing gum to them;
To others, wars are like a laughter to them;
And now, this world is preparing for war and we are running out of time!
But tell me, which of you have no past in this world?
However, some of you are still working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
These bombs are falling on us today,
These bombs are killing us today,
And hatred is leading mankind to destruction!
Because, some people are really working hand-in-hand with Satan the Devil.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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A Fool? Or In Cahoots?
If I convinced my neighbors I had been invited to protect...
Another neighbor's backyard from enemies and thieves.
And this had gone on for years,
As I collected donations with a squeezing of everything...
Left from the pockets of those who volunteered their money,
To continue this deception I led others to believe.
And that neighbor one day was seen,
Giving away all that was prized in that backyard...
To their...'enemies? ' as all perceived.
What should I expect those surrounding neighbors to think of me?
A fool? Or in cahoots? Maybe both.
Or...believing I was going to secretly get what was given?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Crazy World
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, rudolf schenker, herman rarebell, jim vallance
I get up in the morning
For my dose of the news
Crawl right back in the sack girl
Had enough of the truth
Spend your dollars and rubels
Buy a piece of the wall
Build it up in your backyard
Im so sick of it all
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Drivin down to the city
Doin 155
Better late than never
Im more dead than alive
We can find the titanic
Put a man on the moon
But we cant fix out backyard
Man we better start soon
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
I dont want to hear about it
I wish it would be worlds away
You know the more I think about it
The more I feel we need to change
I get up (in a crazy, crazy world)
We all live (in a crazy, crazy world)
Ooh yeah (its a crazy, crazy world)
I gotta get out (of this crazy, crazy world)
Goin home to my baby
Its been another hard day
Bust my balls for the tax man
So what else can I say
They spent our money on missiles
For the third world war
Now theyre stacked in my backyard
We dont need them no more
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
Ooh, its a crazy world
song performed by by Scorpions
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His Old Dog
His old dog now in her long rest her lot will be ours one day
In her grave by the apple tree in his backyard her bones forever lay
She passed on a few years ago with sadness he recall
The clock of life keeps ticking on and time takes care of us all.
His old dog a black and white border collie to him was a true friend
Far more devoted than his ex wife she loved him till her end
He found her dead in her kennel from a heart attack over-night
Though twelve years old she had not shown signs that her end was in sight.
Although he always kept a dog in years and decades past
No canine now in his backyard his old bitch was the last
Dog for to bark in his back-yard he too feels the weight of time
It has been five decades or more since he was in his prime.
On the rose tree on the old dog's grave red roses are in bloom
And the Summer air scents sweetly of Nature's own perfume
And no more beautiful place to rest in peace than beside an
apple tree
In the backyard where you lived your life in your Hometown by the sea.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Brawl with a pig and you go away with his stink.
I've never been in a barroom brawl in my life. I just don't do such things.
quote by Max von Sydow
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The Reality Of These Revelations
If I find you in my backyard,
Consistently snooping.
Pillaging through that which I own.
And confiscating my resources by illegal means,
Why is it neccessary for you...
To campaign about you being better than me?
I would think by now those who had once believed,
In your accomplishments and bragged abilities...
Wonder why you spend your time,
Taunting me although I wonder not at all about that need.
And nothing you claim to be yours,
Has been obtained in your own backyard to be explored.
And it baffles those of unconscious minds,
As to the shocking findings undermined over time...
By the reality of these revelations.
And even more unbelievable,
Are those portraying themselves to be stunned...
When accused they display attitudes of being insecure.
'That was great.
Everyone played their roles magnificently.
Now we don't have much time to prepare for 'Act Two'.
These next few scenes will be less colonialistic,
With a more colloquialistic feel.
So right away you know we are going to lose part of the audience.'
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
While you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind is so ungrateful
Racing cars, whisky bars
No one cares who you really are
Youre the keeper of the cards
Yes I know it gets hard
Keeping the wheels turning
And the wife she keeps the keys
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a consumer
Lying in some roam trying to die
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more
You could have been more
You could have been more
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Morning Glory
No words this time? No words. No, there are times when nothing can be done. Not this time. Is it censorship? Is it censorship? No, its evaporation. No, its evaporation. Is this leading somewhere? Yes. Were going down the lane. Is this going somewhere? Into the garden. Into the backyard. Were walking down the driveway. Are we moving towards.... Were in the backyard. ...some transcendental moment? Its almost light. Thats right. Thats it. Are we moving towards some transcendental moment? Thats right. Thats it. Do you think youll be able to pull it off? Yes. Do you think you can pull it off? Yes, it might happen. Im all ears. Im all ears. Oh the morning glory!
song performed by by Leonard Cohen
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My Backyard
He was digging deep into my back yard pages
using questions for a spade;
the over-turned soil started to pile high
deep dead flowers unearthed there
and who, and what phrases came from him in clumps
of queries
and gripped I was with how much
I can, could or should reveal.
'Was he your boyfriend.? How long were you two together? '
These kinds of soft queries come with hidden barbs and sharp edges
if the answers lead on to more spade queries and deeper digging into my
backyard history.
Each clunk! into that deep soil just might dig up memories long buried there with no time for censorship to dust off the dirt and clean them up and evaluate what he had found there.
I was not trying to hide but I was frozen by not being able to see in advance what lay there before I was presented with it and hesitant, had to instantly think about what to own and what to conceal.
How many backyard artifacts should each of us reveal to New Love who has no context to understand and thereby forces you to own or conceal.
I took each shovelful he presented me and simply smiled mysteriously saying 'Your questions bring up so many memories and I can't decide right now which to reveal and which to leave unsaid until I know how you deal with backyard memories; and that might take time, lots of time, for me to see, or guess why and what, you think this ecavation means.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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There once was a man from Bengal
Who built a ten metre high wall;
His neighbours complained
That their views had been stained
And it all ended up in a brawl.
quote by by John Carter Brown
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