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At my right hand

At my right hand
The impossible map
Of abstract lines
Of Eight Street and
Beyond under the sea
Immediately the water rose
Surprisingly it kept coming
Pass parks and avenues
Of homes in the low land
Of a class system of being poor
Black folks been fleeing waters
Since the great flood allowance
Over the land and life was made frugal.
At my left hand
The anniversary of the flood
Impressed by the changing of subject
When nothing is more important then money
Paid with a map of destination toward the knack
Of amazingly beautiful grace of special spectacle
Who received the advance meal of the savage
System of mystery map meant to make your mark
And money your motion urgently.

poem by David E. Patton
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In A Foreign Land

It was a matter of fact that when I paid all my tax
I held my world in the palm of my hand
And all of my debts were causing me to defect
To a land of bananas and sand
So I ran, yes I ran, yes I ran to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am
Here I am in a foreign land
Im so glad we made it
I thought wed never land
I grabbed all my cash
And decided to dash far away
Far away, far away to a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
Goodbye to all of the rich mans daughters
Goodbye to my debts now Im way cross the water
Far away, far away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am here I am in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la
Please tell my mother and all my ex-lovers
That Ive finally made the grade
Please tell my debtors and the money collectors
That all of my bills will be paid some day
Im away, Im away, far away in a foreign land
Goodbye champagne and caviar set
I wanna slum and drink all the rum I can get
Im away, Im away in a foreign land
Here I am, here I am, here I am in a foreign land
But Im all out of my jack and I cant go back
Im away, far away, far away in a foreign land
La la la la la la
La la la la la la

song performed by by Kinks
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Come Away

(g.bowser/j.jupp)
Published by chappell & co., ltd. - capac
As I walk along the lonely streets
I cant talk to the people that I meet
I see them come, and I see them go
I see them smile, and say hello
Come with me and take my hand
Ooh, fly away to another land, oh yes we will
Come with me and take my hand
Well fly away to another land
Come over here little girl
And Ill show you another world
Where we can be free to do as we want
Live our lives as we please, and say what we like, oh
Come with me and take my hand, ooh
Well fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand, oh
And fly away to another land
Theres so many things that remain to be done
And no one has thought of a way to begin
So follow me into my life
Come with me and take my hand (and take...)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (ooh)
Fly away to another land (fly away to another land)
Come with me and take my hand (take my hand)
Fly away to another land (oh yes we will)
Come with me and take my hand (and take my hand, take my hand)
Fly away to another land (yeah)
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land
Come with me and take my hand
Fly away to another land

song performed by by April Wine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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This Is Your Land

This is your land
Its the way it was planned
Sky to the sea, something to see
Old ancient town, to the old people ground
I wanna know, something to go
This is your land, laid out in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Oh churches and steeples, big city people
I wanna know something to hold
Walk down the track, to the old railroad track
I wanna leave something to see
This is your land, laid out in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Money cant buy me
Money cant buy me
Ive got time
Time is on my side
You dont know what youve got till the whole things gone
The days are dark and the road is long
And when you walk away, the hope is gone
Tell me what is right, and what is wrong
Is this the way it was planned
This is your land, take it in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land, take it in your hand
This is your land
Wherever I go, way down here I know
This is your land
Words and music : simple minds reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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No Place To Land

Corporate suits and their mannequin men
Swear they have the plan
Less money comes, more money goes
We have no place to land

Business wantons and renegade deceivers
Pass laws from hand to hand
As steel, glass and concrete crumble
Leaving us with no place to land

Big business thrives on sordid affairs
Putting blinders on the average man
Courtesans of lies and great illusion
Abandon us, leaving no place to land

poem by Edwin Robinette
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It Is Thanks To Money

It is thanks to money that he has a beautiful young wife
And it is thanks to money that he lives the good life
And though he earned his fortune in the honest way
Money speaks every language as some like to say.

It is thanks to money that others him do admire
And of singing his praises some cannot seem to tire
Were he a retired working class fellow few of him would know
You win more admirers as your bank account grow.

In his early seventies his young wife his wife number three
With him she will never know of poverty
A dark haired beauty of twenty five the same age as his oldest grand-son
Money does speak every language when all is said and done.

Together they walk hand in hand down the street
His gray hair dyed dark brown so full of self conceit
He is a self made multi millionaire for to give him his due
But that money speaks every language happens to be true.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Money Is Quite Important

Not much about most things I can claim to know
But I'm certain that money on trees does not grow
And though in the Human World money is the most important thing
Of love lost and found singers prefer to sing
Money is quite important why otherwise pretend
The pauper you will find does not have a friend
Those with plenty money can live the good life
The wealthy old bloke has a lovely young wife
He feels that she loves him but he has got it wrong
Her love for his money than for him far more strong
Money speaks every language a truth often told
And those who have plenty of it are never too old
To have someone far younger to with them walk hand in hand
In the street or the park or on the sunlit strand.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Money Power

Money is the need of life
Everyone loves this, either mother or wife
Yes, it is very lovable-
Why not, as it gives us respect and make us able

We can buy every precious thing
And some say, if you have money only then have "Honey"
We can by-pass any law and order-
Using money and speak louder

But money cannot replace truth
Yet it can hide it on mysterious earth
It cannot make us to sleep
But it can make us to weep

Money is the dust of our hand
Which will be washed away when we wash hand
Money can make us respectful
But it cannot make us truthful

Money should not be treated as everything
Or we will miss truthness of worldly things
Everything should not be done just for some money
Or we will miss love of others, which will make us funny

Earn money don't pride of it
Love money don't do crime for it
Or God will make distance from you
You are his only son, is the truthest true

Money is not life but life is money
The tour of life is very "Turny"
Humanity is the first duty of ours
Search for truth and get success in yours Life's Tour

poem by Shashank Dwivedi
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How To Make Money

how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion

the world’s full of it
in cyberspace
and in shopping malls;
the world’s full of money schemes
in our real world
and where we buy a drink
or get more fries

it’s full on
about how to make money,
baby;
how to make money

make money, pal
they say
doing nothing;
I’ve got an auto system
and all you need is internet
and all you’ve got to do
is sit back and let the dollars roll
into your bank account

so tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money

come in to this meeting
another group says
and we’ll show you how
show you how easy it is
how easy it is to make money:
it’s auto, auto, auto, fully automated
and the money keeps coming;
the money rolls
rolls in, rolls in, rolls in

tell me
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money

it’s all so easy
because we want
you to enjoy the life
we’ve earned;
we’ve made our money
and we want you to share
in the happiness;
it’s all so easy, dear friends –
we’ll guide you each step of the way;
we’ll show you how to make the money

so they’ll tell us
how to make money,
baby;
how to make money:
the only thing is
what they mean is
how to make money for them, babe,
how to make money for them
with a simple transfer of money
transfer of money, transfer of money
transfer of money from the foolish
transfer of money from the foolish to the deceitful;
wealth is, dear darling,
wealth is the transfer of money
from the foolish to the cunning

how to make money,
baby;
how to make money;
tell me sweet love
you tell me
how to make money
how to make an easy billion

poem by Raj Arumugam
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The wealthy vagabond

These so called: upper-class people, are the true scum's on earth.
Money is there God; with there cold-blooded selve's.
Money-Money-Money, it's all they think about.

Destroying the planet habitat, human's, animal's, and plant's.
Just to keep them, living wealthy.
Global-warming, the system's, drug's and weapon's.
The government, run's that scheming trade.

Im a poor man, living my life to the fullest.
In their view, im a bum.
In my eyesight, they are the vagabond.

poem by Derrick Clark
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Ocean Land

Before eyes that are blind no more
A sight unseen that tears the soul
All we ever loved and known
Into mass graves is what we're shown"
"We see an ocean once was land"
& So they come to understand
This place where man used to be born
Will be man's water throne
"All that was magical, beautiful,
will be gone"
These measures call for divine intervention
"All the achievements of man,
one will stand all alone"
One that survives the final selection
"The sand in the hour glass,
moves so fast, slow the sand
And nothing that mankind has strived for
will be left in ocean land"
The rain will fall then
Filling the dried land
"Here are we, servants three
flesh and blood
Poor and weak,
hear thou speak of the flood"
It must be a sign
A message from God's hand

song performed by by Orphaned Land
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Urgently

Money...$
What For?
Sharing
Not sure
For bills, need more
Money.
Money...
Plant a seed
It is what we all need
I want to plant you URGENTLY
A Money tree.
Money,
Is it for giving?
Money
High cost of living
Money.
Money,
Such crime
Money,
People doing time
Money.
Money...
Touching, everyones hands
Germs galore; who cares I have plans
For money.
Money...
Does it make the world turn
Yes, No
One day we will learn. $$$$$$$$$$$$

poem by Lyn Paul
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Desert Ditty

I’m walkin’ through the desert
Sand gets in your toes
Scorpions come bite your feet
And dust gets up your nose

But I’m walkin’ with my baby
We’re travellin’ hand in hand
We’ll make this trip together
And reach the Promised Land

I’m climbin’ up the mountain
Stumblin’ on the rocks,
Little critters bite your flesh
Runnin’ like a fox

But I’m walkin’ with my baby
We’re travellin’ hand in hand
We’ll make this trip together
And reach the Promised Land

I’m walkin’ in the wadi
Dry as prophet bones
Sudden clap of thunder –
Flood sweeps sodden stones

But I’m walkin’ with my baby
We’re travellin’ hand in hand
We’ll make this trip together
And reach the Promised Land

I’m walkin’ through the nighttime
Countin’ on the star
Clouds come coverin’ heaven
Don’t know where we are

But I’m walkin’ with my baby
We’re travellin’ hand in hand
We’ll make this trip together
And reach the Promised Land

We’ll reach the land together
Oh baby you an’ me
We’ll see it from the Golden Heights
From desert to the sea

I’m walkin’ with my baby
We’re travellin’ hand in hand
We’ll make this trip together
And reach the Promised Land!

February 2005

poem by Linda Hepner
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Due To Money

Due to money good friendships have come to an end
For money can make an enemy out of a friend
And due to money many are serving prison time
For money or lack of it leads many to serious crime
Due to money the Fifth Commandment has often been broken it does seem sad to say
That some with their lives due to money do pay
Those who say money is not important to reality not true
If you owe someone a lot of money for Court you are due
Whoever say money is not important believe their own lie
People have been bashed over money and left there to die
And people due to money feel happy to deceive
And that it does speak every language you ought to believe
Yes money out of a friend can make a foe
I am telling you something you already know.

poem by Francis Duggan
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Money

Money money money
Everybody wants some
No money church can't run
Money for this
Money for that
No life without it
Can't sleep
She says hell
In this house
If she don't get it!

Before you get paid
Taxman grab it
Buy something
He grab it again
When money pressure hit
You cannot afford to get sick
Doctors want some
And if you dead without it
You will not be buried
Not even in the sticks

Money money money
It's like blood
It's the way world runs
Need money for food
Need money for fun
If you have no money
Blood a go run
Man join the army
To get some of it
Would be alive
If he had it

Money money money
Where is the money?
Have to get money
Before the day is done
Donkey cough
When you are broke
No money
Donkey don't eat
Everything stops
Earth can't turn
Have to have money
Even some to burn

Money money money
Where did it go?
Pocket is empty
And I just got paid
Maybe my woman took it
Thought I had it made
Thought I had a hundred
But I don't have twenty
Now I am in trouble
I have to leave yard
But I can't leave
If I don't have any

What a thing this is
Money! money! money!
Eh!

12/4/09

poem by Buxton Shippy
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Money and Me

Money and me, we’re such a team
Money and me, inseparable we
Money and me, together we dream
Money and me, in harmony

Money and me, such synergy
Money and me, so much in love
Money and me, a power to be
Money and me, we’re hand in glove.

Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009

poem by Mark R Slaughter
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America Street

Rubber on my tires making contact with the road
Sign on the streetpost tells me which way I should go
Riding down america street funny that its one way
Riding down from uptown
To where the buildings are broken down in decay
America street its right nearby
Land of the free and the brave
If we cant work and make some change
There wont be much of this land left to save
Its a classic case of misdirection and slight of hand
We watch while our deficit grows
What a shame that we cant teach our kids to read
Makes you wonder where all the tax money goes ...i dont know
Well america street its right nearby
Land of the free and the brave
And if we cant work and make some change
There wont be much of this land left to save
Wont be much to save
Excuse me sir pardon me can you spare some change
Because its cold and I live outside
A thoughtful search into my pockets finds enough so he can rocket
Right up to the bar and enjoy his lie
America street its right nearby
Land of the free and the brave
And if we cant work and make some change
There wont be much of this land left to save
Wont be much to save...

song performed by by Edwin McCain
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Are There Any More Real Cowboys

Are there any more real cowboys
Left out in these hills?
Will the fire hit the iron
One more time?
And will one more dusty pick-up
Coming rolling down the road
With a load of feed before the sun gets high?
Well, I hope that working cowboy never dies.
Not the one thats snortin cocaine
When the honky-tonks all closed
But the one that prays for more rain
Heaven knows
That the good feed brings the money
And the money buys the clothes
Not the diamond sequins shining on tv
But the kind the working cowboy really needs.
Are there any more country families
Still working hand in hand
Trying hard to stay together
And make a stand?
While the rows and rows of houses
Come creepin up on the land
Where the cattle graze and an old grey barn still stands
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?
Are there any more real cowboys in this land?

song performed by by Neil Young
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Money

Money
Money
Money
Important
Useful
Necessary

Money
Money
Money
Wealthy
Middle
Poverty

Money
Money
Money
Save
Give
Spend

Money
Money
Borrow
Lend
Money
Money
Foe
Friend

Money
Money
Master
Slave
Money
Money
Satisfied
Crave

Money
Money
Laugh
Cry
MoneyMoney
Live
Die

Money
Money
Sick
Well
Money
Money
Heaven
Hell

poem by Howard Simon
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On Money

The praises of moneyed people many like to sing
And though money is quite important it cannot buy everything
Those with very poor health money cannot enjoy
That is something I learned as a very young boy
The great lure of money so many pursue
And that money speaks every language happens to be true
But the Reaper with his scythe any life does not spare
The Reaper of lives does claim the life of the billionaire
And though money can buy one friends as well as esteem
Money cannot buy one happiness or so it does seem
Though lack of money too can make one unhappy and as everyone know
That money on bushes and trees does not grow
And though money of course can buy one a good time
Lack of it can lead one to jail the price of serious crime.

poem by Francis Duggan
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A saddle

At back of the pound
Just to fill your bowl
Money as a blade
Merely with dual edge
Money make You fly
Money make you cry
Money makes a change
Or makes a chain
Money makes a chair
What's make u cheap
Money not your cause
It's only the cost
Money makes bright
Money back the dream
Or break your dream

Can be for bread
Can be for bride

brick for your house
To build your profile
brand for the success
Blush for your shoes
Make you so brief
Source for prestige
Bridge where's breach
Who have the bread
then have the brain
Boon hit the sky
may bring to the hell
Burn out in block
Balance of our earth
Brace your heart
It's bound for peace
Power for the great
Bond for the grace
Money as bracket
Is a bone of the faith
Bounce for your aim
what you buy
for
You will pay for
Just a payback

money makes crime
or
makes cream
manifest our best
or magnify inner beast

So with the saddle
on back
Holding bridle in hand
bearing your inner light
With your backup state
you will be the prince

Praise for our god
merely feeds
the bird
certain pair
certain paid

Money not the great
But the MAN is great

poem by Sallam Yassin
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