Before The Bullets Fly
You know I hate to leave you babe
But I just cant waste my time....
Well youve got this jealous husband
And Im far too young to die,
I must move on away from here
Just before the bullets fly
Ive always been a gabler
Takin chances all my life....
Always smashin those love affairs
Just like shootin dice,
I staged the game girl
Thats what keeps me satisfied
And I can leave it in the nick of time
Just before the bullets fly
Solo
I lost my first bet
When I was twenty-one
Found myself in new orleans
On the wrong end of a gun....
The stakes keep getting higher......
But somehow I survive,
By knowin when the need became
Just before the bullets fly
Im knowing when the need became
Just before the bullets fly
Im knowing when the need became
Just before the bullets fly
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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Sapphire Bullets Of Pure Love
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Pistol shots
Gun shots
Bullets from a revolver
Bullets from a gun
Bullets through the atmosphere
Here they come
John, Ive been bad
And theyre coming after me
Done someone wrong
And I fear that it was me
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
Sapphire bullets
Bullets of pure love
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Gimme Back My Bullets
(allen collins -- ronnie vanzant)
Life is so strange when its changin, yes indeed
Well Ive seen the hard times and the pressures been on me
But I keep on workin like the workin man do
And Ive got my act together, gonna walk all over you
(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back my bullets
Sweet talkin people done ran me out of town
And I drank enough whiskey to float a battleship around
But Im leavin this game one step ahead of you
And you will not hear me cry cause I do not sing the blues
(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh, put em back... where they belong
Been up and down since I turned seventeen
Well Ive been on top, and then it seems I lost my dream
But I got it back, Im feelin better everyday
Tell all those pencil pushers, better get out of my way
(chorus)
Gimme back my bullets
Put em back where they belong
Aint foolin around, cause I done had my fun
Aint gonna see no more damage done
Gimme back, gimme back my bullets
Oh put em back where they belong
Gimme back my bullets
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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When Bullets Speak
When bullets speak
It ushers Silence
As all become weak
End of the sentence.
When bullets speak
More blood will flow
There's no Peace to seek
More Wars will grow.
When bullets speak
No one to counter
For the dead are meek
Lie in surrender.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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The Washington Bullets are changing their name. They don't want their team to be associated with crime. From now on, they'll just be known as the Bullets.
He who kills with bullets will die by bullets.
Lay Down Your Arms
Lay down your arms and don't fight! !
For, true love is better than the bullets of war!
Think and reason up!
For, true love is better than the bullets of war!
So, we need to live in peace than fighting each other!
All in the name of who wants to be first.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Tears Dont Fall
Tears dont fall.
they crash around me.
Like miniture bullets
peircing the heart
Take aim and fire
and cry your tears
while i bleed red
its what i deserve
I asked for perfection
and blamed my faults on you
I gave you the blame
And broke your heart
So cry your tears
and fire your bullets
aim at my heart
and hope I die
Take aim and fire
with your bullets'
cause tears dont fall
but crash around me.
poem by Silence Dogood
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Time Is Precious
Watching the ice melt between us
Just faster than grass grows
Its not the best that weve seen us
But nothing else I'd have chose
Reminds me of a time
When anything could have come
Anything could have happened
What a fantastic feeling
Time is precious as you say it is
I wanna know that we didn't miss
It goes by quickly youll soon find out
I wont go down
Time is precious as you say it is
I wanna know that we didnt miss
It goes by quickly youll soon find out
When you fight to resist
Emotion with a fist
An irresistible force will always
Prevail
The fortress goes crumbling down
Around you where you stand
What was once strong mortar
Is now a pile of sand
Time is just as precious as you say it is
I wanna spend it and know that we didn't miss
I've dodged so many bullets that Im careful now
I wont go down
Time is just as precious as you say it is
I wanna spend it and know that we didn't miss
I've dodged so many bullets that I'm careful now
From reckless to recluse
And sometimes back again
Left wondering what's the use
Of a life of mischief spent
Makes cool the desert sun
The piece of mind that you gave me
Absolve me for things I've done
Only that can save me
Time is just as precious as you say it is
I wanna spend it and know that we didn't miss
I've dodged so many bullets that I'm careful now
I wont go down
Time is just as precious as you say it is
I wanna spend it and know that we didnt miss
Ive dodged so many bullets that Im careful now
song performed by by 311
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Return Of The Crow
I awoke
With three bullets in my back,
in a dark and cold tunnel
from a time I don't know
I walked for eternity
to find my way home
The spirits of the past
guiding my path
One was called Peter
He tended my wounds
All is life he said he'd seen me
walk this path
Thirtyfive years before I was born
he said he'd seen my soul
He guided me to daylight
and said it's now time to rise
Rise like the crow
Go seek your revenge
Lay three bullets
in their hands
Watch their souls
Turn to sand
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Machine Gun
Machine gun
Tearing my body all apart
Machine gun, yeah
Tearing my body all apart
Evil man make me kill ya
Evil man make you kill me
Evil man make me kill you
Even though were only families apart
Well I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber
(you know what I mean)
Hey! and your bullets keep knocking me down
Hey, I pick up my axe and fight like a bomber now
Yeah, but you still blast me down to the ground
The same way you shoot me down, baby
Youll be going just the same
Three times the pain,
And your own self to blame
Hey, machine gun
I aint afraid of your mess no more, babe
I aint afraid no more
After a while, your, your cheap talk dont even cause me pain,
So let your bullets fly like rain
cause I know all the time youre wrong baby
And youll be going just the same
Yeah, machine gun
Tearing my family apart
Yeah, yeah, alright
Tearing my family apart
(dont you shoot him down)
(hes bout to leave here)
(dont you shoot him down)
(hes got to stay here)
(he aint going nowhere)
(hes been shot down to the ground)
(oh where he cant survive, no, no)
Yeah, thats what we dont wanna hear anymore, alright?
(no bullets)
At least here, huh huh
(no guns, no bombs)
Huh huh
(no nothin, just lets all live and live)
(you know, instead of killin)
May this be
Love or just
Confusion born out of
Frustration wracked
Feelings - of not
Being able to
Make true physical
Love to the
Universal gypsy queen
True, free expressed music
Darling guitar please
Rest. amen
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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When I Died
The day they won,
i picked up a gun
3 bullets to the head
Pride,
strength,
courage
then i was dead
When i died,
irealized
i was the one who pulled the trigger,
and the digger,
of my own grave
3 bullets
1-pride; denying pain i hide
2-the strength; to defend what i feel inside
3-the courage to have pride
so away i went...
into the light
inspite that i might,
seek answers
get my questions answered
with out sticker shock
or again getting shot
but im already dead so who cares?
who cares,
that i still have nightmares
cuz i'm dead,
and i the one who behead
myself
when i died i took 3 bullets to the head
pride,
strength,
courage,
and still lying here, DEAD
poem by Brittney Phillips
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Midnight At The Lost & Found
Hey ricky, now mine is empty, how about one for you
We could sell it out together, seems tomorrows overdue
Captain video, done went home, one pilot laid to rest
And dragon ladies now talk that talk, about who loves who, who loves best
Silver bullets in the jukebox, spin another round
Everybody at the back of the line, its midnight at the lost and found
Chorus:
Midnight at the lost and found, lost souls in the hunting ground
A remedy for all your ills, at the lost and found
Midnight at the lost and found, midnight
Have a double, its gettin late, youll get home, just rely on fate
Place just finally came alive, good old boys just arrived
Stools keep changin faces, and the night just slips away
And like a long distance love affair, soon youve got to pay
Silver bullets in the jukebox, spin another round
Everybody at the back of the line, its midnight at the lost and found
(chorus)
Hangin on barely, hitch a ride away
Belly up and bury, boy, all the hurt you feel today
Hangin on barely, hitch a ride away
Belly up and bury, boy, all the hurt you feel today
Silver bullets in the jukebox, spin another round
Everybody get back in line, last call for the lost and found
(chorus repeats out...)
(chorus)
song performed by by Meat Loaf
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Biting Bullets
Dont you wonder
Is anyone that strong
It takes me under
Believing what Im seeing
I get so tired of watching friends go down
The hungry tiger for all who never began
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
Biting bullets
Biting the clouds
I saw the show
Shaking all the babies
Should I believe the parade of clever lies
Shadow of light in the shadow of death
There is no difference to all who never began
There was a time
There was a way to live
And its no secret
That it wont come back again
I lose myself like anybody else
But Im not so strong to make it in the end
I need some answers when the day comes crashing down
cause its all over when theres no one to be found
song performed by by INXS
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We Cry for Food and They Give Us Bullets
Food! Food! Food!
It is all that we need
It is all that we need
to calm down our spirits!
It is food that fills
that fills the empty pangs
of our stomachs,
pangs that make us yawn
but cannot sleep
that make us gulp
but cannot vomit,
that make our saliva
taste sour and acidic!
We cry for food
like the helpless little children
with the art to attract attention
by our street demonstrations.
Yes, we cry for food like little children
to calm down our spirits,
that the cry cannot at all be neglected
for it is food,
it is food that soothes our spirits.
But you give us bullets
on the streets where we stage
our cry for food
You give us bullets
instead of food.
But even bullets cannot silence
our cry for food
for as long as we`re hungry
we shall be like little children
that will ever cry for food.
poem by Elizabeth Padillo Olesen
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When A Hero Comes
When a hero comes
There'll be no more fear
When our hero comes
No longer will we shed tears
When that hero comes
They'll pave the way
To a brighter and better day
When a hero comes
When our hero arrives
Evil better beware
You better be prepared
Cause the bullets will rip through the air
When a hero comes
Now you better get ready
Cause its starting soon
And our hero will arrive at high noon
Cause when our hero comes
You better listen to what I say
Or you'll forfeit your life today
And now our hero comes
And now here he comes
To end all of our pain
And now that he's come
He'll clear away the stain
Cause our hero's come
And as the bullets fly
We will hear them cry
And finally the evil will die
Cause our hero came
poem by Vasto Grom
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Love The Wild Swan
"I hate my verses, every line, every word.
Oh pale and brittle pencils ever to try
One grass-blade's curve, or the throat of one bird
That clings to twig, ruffled against white sky.
Oh cracked and twilight mirrors ever to catch
One color, one glinting
Hash, of the splendor of things.
Unlucky hunter, Oh bullets of wax,
The lion beauty, the wild-swan wings, the storm of the wings."
--This wild swan of a world is no hunter's game.
Better bullets than yours would miss the white breast
Better mirrors than yours would crack in the flame.
Does it matter whether you hate your . . . self?
At least Love your eyes that can see, your mind that can
Hear the music, the thunder of the wings. Love the wild swan.
poem by Robinson Jeffers
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What makes a hero?
Be assured
It is no glamorous thing
Dirt and sweat
Blood and tears
Ammo and camouflage
Bullets and blood
Tears and pain
Danger and death
These are the makings
Of a hero
A hero does not boast or brag
He is strong and silent
He works swiftly and with skill
Amidst turmoil
With bullets flying all around him
He looks past the danger
Complexity
Deep in complexity we decide the future
As the trees bow to the mercy of Nature;
Black-and-white scenes bestow grace
On the green scenery we call a naturalness.
Dazzling light goes changeable, like stars,
It blurs in front of us, it changes into colours
That are brushed aside like the brain.
Bouncy spheres are the bountiful bullets,
Destroying decisive mistakes for them.
Dashing past, the bullets frown on the trees
And the men in them, on them, and under them.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rubber Bullets/sngl/bonus
10cc - rubber bullets
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I went to a party at the local county jail
All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail
But the guys were indiscreet
They were brawling in the street
At the local dance at the local county jail
Well the band were playing
And the booze began to flow
But the sound came over on the police car radio
Down at precinct 49
Having a tear-gas of a time
Sergeant baker got a call from the governor of the county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
I love to hear those convicts squeal
It's a shame these slugs ain't real
But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail
Sergeant baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail
And for miles around
You could hear the sirens wail
There's a rumor goin' round death row
That a fuse is gonna blow
At the local hop at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Sergeant baker started talkin'
With a bullhorn in his hand
He was cool, he was clear
He was always in command
He said "blood will flow;
Here padre
Padre you talk to your boys..."
"trust in me -
God will come to set you free"
Well we don't understand
Why you called in the national guard
When uncle sam is the one
Who belongs in the exercise yard
We all got balls and brains
But some's got balls and chains
At the local dance at the local county jail
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
Is it really such a crime
For a guy to spend his time
At the local dance at the local county jail
At the local dance at the local county jail
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do
song performed by by 10 Cc
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Bullets And Kisses
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Heat seeking missile are only sent destroy.
Man less drones are deployed.
Books to a religion burned.
Peace will be destroyed.
It is impossible to avoid.
Unrest on steroids.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
You want to trust and be trusted.
But you have no understanding of a culture.
You disrespect it everyday.
You create martyrs by your mistakes.
With every action you make it just escalates.
Fear spreads like fire in a very drought ridden forest.
Let me ask you how do you plan on exactly putting out?
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
You must get out.
It was never your responsibility.
We are not the divinity.
We are not here to save you.
With so much blood on our hands how can we still be wearing that cape?
Do we not understand what is at stake?
We just continue to create pure hate.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Greed is why we are sending our soldiers away from home.
Controlling chaos.
A symphony of stealing while their not looking.
If we are their long enough soon or later we will corrupt.
And that´s just little messed up.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten.
Slavery can be bought and sold.
Back door deals.
A fake government at least thats the way the people feel.
And are they really that off target?
After all they are the are people.
A pulse beating, breathing life into their own country.
My bullets are kisses.
Let me send them to everyone of you.
Let them poison the very essence of your soul.
Let me claim another victim.
Let me dig another grave of the forgotten.
Memories dead, stale, and rotten...,
Yes they are already dead, stale, and rotten.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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