Only A Nameless Genera;
Oh, there are so many many casualties when
We can only talk about
Giants and football, and even now none of any of this
Will survive:
While I and her maybe survived for a month or two:
It was always what I was good for, and then to falter again
Like a really fabulous plane die,
Like a superhero out of sorts, and like the triple crown horse
Braking down again before super time:
And I have cleaned up again and talked to myself before
The broken yards:
And children are playing football and going inside again
Feeling happy about themselves
Down the donkey strips of dirt roads; and even while I suppose
This is beautiful,
Like the failing end of Christmas, none of this eventually
Will survive;
It is pretty in its bloom and it does its time- Alma,
While you make love in your room, and the world spits out
Its jubilee and turns around again,
And again, but even still it is only a nameless general in its
Mass graveyards,
And I am afraid, of course, that none of this will survive.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Only A Nameless General
Oh, there are so many many casualties when
We can only talk about
Giants and football, and even now none of any of this
Will survive:
While I and her maybe survived for a month or two:
It was always what I was good for, and then to falter again
Like a really fabulous plane die,
Like a superhero out of sorts, and like the triple crown horse
Braking down again before super time:
And I have cleaned up again and talked to myself before
The broken yards:
And children are playing football and going inside again
Feeling happy about themselves
Down the donkey strips of dirt roads; and even while I suppose
This is beautiful,
Like the failing end of Christmas, none of this eventually
Will survive;
It is pretty in its bloom and it does its time- Alma,
While you make love in your room, and the world spits out
Its jubilee and turns around again,
And again, but even still it is only a nameless general in its
Mass graveyards,
And I am afraid, of course, that none of this will survive.
poem by Bret R. Crabrooke
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Our Survival
We shall survive distance.
We shall survive space.
But can we survive the loneliness
that we have to face?
We shall survive winter.
We shall survive spring.
But can we survive the guilt
of the wedding ring?
We shall survive long nights.
We shall survive days.
But can we survive the longings
that always and forever stays?
We shall survive suspicion.
We shall survive fear.
But can we survive living
without each other, dear?
We shall survive all of this
if we put our love first.
We shall survive hunger.
We shall survive thirst
only if this love is true.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Survival Shake
This is no story its the key of existence
A little thing you better not forget
I dont know nothing bout its a water-resistance
Why dont you use your head
And survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
So tell me darling what you wanna be
A welcome idiot in an appletree
I shake you up and I shake you down
Down to the ground
To survive, survive, survive
You got to survive
Survive, survive
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
All you got to do is to survive
You just got one life
So better be careful boy
Survive, survive, survive...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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I Will Survive
(f.perren & d.fekaris)
(this is dedicated to my girls)
At first I was afraid, I was petrified
Kept thinkin I could never live without you by my side
Then I spent so many nights thinking how you did me wrong
And I grew strong
And I learned how to get along
And so youre back from outer space
I just walked in to find you here, with that sad look upon your face
I should have changed that stupid lock
I should have made you leave your key
If I had known for just one second youd be back to bother me
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
coz youre not welcome anymore
Werent you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think Id crumble?
Did you think Id lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
For as long as I know how to love, I know Ill stay alive
Ive got all my life to live
And Ive got all my love to give
Ill survive
I will survive
Hey hey
(i, I will survive)
Hey hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Oh yeah
It took all the strength I had not to fall apart
Just trying hard to mend the pieces of my broken heart
And I spent oh so many nights just feeling sorry for myself
I used to cry, but now I hold my head up high
And you see me, somebody new
Im not that chained up little person still in love with you
And so you felt like dropping in and just expect me to be free
But now Im savin all my lovin for someone whos lovin me
Go on now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
Youre not welcome anymore
Werent you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think Id crumble?
Did you think Id lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know Ill stay alive
Ive got all my life to live
And Ive got all my love to give
Ill survive
I will survive
Hey hey
Go now, go walk out the door
Just turn around now
coz youre not welcome anymore
Werent you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think Id crumble?
Did you think Id lay down and die?
Oh no not i, I will survive
Oh as long as I know how to love, I know Ill stay alive
Ive got all my life to live
And Ive got all my love to give
Ill survive
I will survive
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
Hey
(i, I will survive)
Every day
(i, I will survive)
Yeah yeah
(i, I will survive)
Oh
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
(i, I will survive)
Ive got all my love to give
(i, I will survive)
Ive got all my life to live
(i, I will survive)
My loving is not in vain, oh no
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
I will survive
(i, I will survive)
Hey
(repeat to end)
song performed by by Diana Ross
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Only The Strong Survive (Take 22)
I remember my first love affair
Somehow or another the whole darn thing went wrong
My mamma had some great advice
So I thought I'd put it into words of this song
I can still hear her sayin' it
Boy, Oh, I see you're sittin' out there all alone
Cryin' your eyes out 'cos the woman that you love has gone
Oh, there's gonna be, there's gonna be a whole lot of trouble in your life
Oh, so listen to me get up off your knees 'cos only the strong survive
That's what she said, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive,
Oh you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
Don't go all around with your head hung down
Well I wouldn't let that little girl
No, I wouldn't let her know that she made me feel like a clown
There's a whole lot a girls lookin' for a good man like you
Oh but you'll never meet 'em if you give up now and say that your life is through
Yes she said: Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
You've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Oh, you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
'Cos only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Well, you've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Will We Survive? Yom HaShoah 5768
WILL WE SURVIVE? YOM HASHOAH 5768
Will we survive?
I don’t know.
I will not survive.
But will we survive?
Will my children grow old here?
Will there be generations to come here?
Will Israel survive?
Will the Jewish people survive?
G-d has promised us
But can we trust G-d?
Can we trust anyone or anything
After what we have been through.
Israel is here.
Sixty years.
The Jewish people
A few thousand or more
Will we survive?
How long?
I don’t know.
I pray we will do right
May God help us
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Joy Of Their Laughter
The children are playing football in the park off of the street
The joy in their laughter it does sound so sweet
'Tis true youth is such a marvellous thing
Like the flowers of the fields that bloom lovely in Spring.
The joy of their laughter bring back memories to me
Of happy boyhood days of any cares free
In the Town park on Summer evenings we kicked the football
Such wonderful memories are good to recall
The years went so quickly and time did not wait
And I've grown grayer and slower and I'm putting on weight
The future belongs to the youth of today
Though they too will grow to learn that time quickly ticks away.
Some of those I went to school with now with the dead lay
And some are grand parents and their grand children play
The games they themselves played they run up and down
In pursuit of the football in the park by the Town.
As I walk to the bottle shop for to buy beer
The laughter of the children playing football I hear
Their best days approaching and mine in the past
But time keeps on ticking and nothing does last.
poem by Francis Duggan
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How Do I Survive
How Do I Survive if you break my heart
I'm not strong enough
Just to smile and make things easy
I can't put on my brave face anymore
I always took it for granted
That I could take whatever you gave me
I guess you never really know for sure
'Cause there was never a doubt in mind
How it was meant to be
So who do I turn to darlin' if you should leave
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart
I've got no excuses for bein' your fool
I never thought that it would be forever
But after so much time together
I've come to depend on you
What else am I supposed to do
'Cause there was never a doubt in mind
It wouldn't be easy
But I never realized how much you mean to me, ho
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart
break
But there was never a doubt in mind
How it was meant to be
So who do I turn to darlin' if you should leave
How do I survive if you break my heart
How do I survive if you break my heart (How do I survive)
How do I survive if you break my heart (If you break my heart)
How do I survive if you break my heart (whooh, whooh)
How do I survive if you break my heart (How do I survive)
How do I survive if you break my heart (whooh,whooh)
How do I survive if you break my heart
song performed by by Hollies
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Survive
Survive
By: jimmy buffett, mike utley
1979
I play the stereo loud
When Im away from the maddening crowd
Smokin, jokin
Clowns we all are
Sometimes, kinda get real ill
When I receive my monthly telephone bill
But you say it, and Ill pay it
cause it just helps me to
Chorus:
Survive (survive), stay alive
til I see you again
Survive, stay alive
Cant say where it ends
Clouds lift and therere mountains below
Been awhile since Ive seen any snow
Its chillin, so thrillin, so good to be back
Feels nice, to be home for awhile
Lets sip champagne till we break into smiles
Well go dancin, romancin
cause youre the reason i
Chorus:
Survived (survived), stayed alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive, stay alive
Where will it all end
But my bags aint unpacked
cause Ive got to go back and play
But I know well both
Chorus:
Survive (survive), stay alive
Through the thick and the thin
Survive, stay alive
Until it all ends
Oh well, survive (survive), stay alive
When will it all end
Survive, stay alive
Till I see you again
Notes -
Background vocals: james taylor, alex taylor, hugh taylor, deborah mccoll
Venetta fields, brenda bryant, paulette brown
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Only The Strong Survive
(words & music by gamble - huff - butler)
I remember my first love affair
Somehow or another the whole darn thing went wrong
My mamma had some great advice
So I thought Id put it into words of this song
I can still hear her sayin it
Boy, oh, I see youre sittin out there all alone
Cryin your eyes out cos the woman that you love has gone
Oh, theres gonna be, theres gonna be a whole lot of trouble in your life
Oh, so listen to me get up off your knees cos only the strong survive
Thats what she said, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive,
Oh youve got to be strong, youd better hold on
Dont go all around with your head hung down
Well I wouldnt let that little girl
No, I wouldnt let her know that she made me feel like a clown
Theres a whole lot a girls lookin for a good man like you
Oh but youll never meet em if you give up now and say that your life is through
Yes she said: only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Youve got to be a man, youve got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Oh, youve got to be strong, youd better hold on
cos only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Well, youve got to be a man, youve got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Another Football Season
Another Football Season has just commenced having said so just the same
A lot of hype and excitement about a field game
For many from their life problems a relief of sorts
Suppose that's why the establishments created sports.
Some things do seem to change little from year to year
Of football fans discussing football one often does hear
They talk of their Club as if the Club they did own
'Tis from people like them that Football Clubs are grown.
They talk of team ratings and player stats and of last weekend's best on ground
And of who their team are due to play in the next round
And the forward with a goal for the taking who kicked a behind
Next week with the seconds a place he may not find.
Another Football Season commencing the barracker's wife
She does feel neglected but then such is life
He knows about Football and the words of the Club song
And his heart to the Club it does surely belong.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Will Survive
This is a rare song from the 'Gladiator' soundtrack... the boxing movie, not the Russell Crowe movie.
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The battle line is drawn
I dare you to cross it
You better think twice
before you mix it up with me
I won't back down
I'll keep the fire burning
As hard as you try
you're never gonna stop me now, no
You think you're shaking my innocence
but you're wasting time
Cause you don't know who I am.
I will survive
I'm driven by the faith
You can see it in my eyes
It's written on my face
I will survive
And I won't let it
fall from grace
All around the world
There are true believers
I know I'm not alone
There's someone watching over me
Ow! Stand my ground
While the world keeps turning
If I believe enough
I'm never gonna fade away, hey
You think you're shaking my innocence
but you're wasting time
Cause you don't know who I am.
I will survive
I'm driven by the faith
You can see it in my eyes
It's written on my face
I will survive
No I won't let it
I won't let it fall from grace
(Fall from grace...)
There's someone watching over me.
(Fall from grace...)
Nothing's gonna stop me now
Gonna stand my ground
I will survive
You can see it in my eyes...
I will survive
I've driven by the faith
You can see it in my eyes
It's written on my face
I will survive
I will survive
I won't let it fall from grace
I will survive
You can see it in my eyes
I will survive
Yeah...
I will survive
I will survive
song performed by by Cheap Trick
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I am the Pretty Girl-Chapter One
Pretty Hurts
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But, it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks,
my teachers like me-
one too much;
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look-
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks.
I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right.
They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you,
or you
are lesbian
just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too.
It seemed he would understand-handsome and pretty,
the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy
and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it.
And I did it for the same reason.
We both were boring when alone
and tried to look like the super couple
when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say
and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while.
She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract.
All she wanted to do was be with me.
She did everything I asked her to,
sometimes without me even asking.
I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior.
People like Alma
made it easy to think that.
She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me
and things they said and she believed those lies.
I felt I had to tell the stories
because the stories seemed to mean so much to her.
Besides telling her the phony stories
gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while
until Alma told me one day about her love;
Her love for me.
And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing,
you get come on's from both genders
and some like Alma turn into stalkers.
She lied and told her friend that we had been together.
A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy
who came over to my house to fix my computer.
He was rad-geek and shorter than me
and I never really considered him a real person or anything
so I was talking like he was not even there.
I was saying why me, why does everyone hate me?
He started yammering that he didn't hate me,
and put his arm around me.
I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones,
he really was trying to comfort me
like he understood and all that.
It was laughable you know.
I was so above him and everything
but he seemed that day like a real person to me
for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed
and wrote into my diary-
'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes
because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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The Bad Pretty Girl
I am the pretty one,
the one the girls hate
and the boys pant for
and I stand aloof because
there is no room for me to be
who I am.
All I get is people reacting
to how I look
and I see them whisper
'She's so stuck up.'
I am not.
I am lonely and superior to them
that make these kinds of comments.
So all day I have to take the stares
and the mini-hatreds
just because I am pretty.
I like being pretty
it comes easy to me;
takes no effort.
My hair is beautiful and I don't have to do anything to it.
My skin is good. Thank God, no zits
My figure is good
but I get the comments when I walk through-
the Neanderthals always make comments-
and I cannot help it if my parents are rich.
So I am trapped behind this wall.
I don't have to study hard to get good grades;
this school is easy.
I don't have to work hard for anything.
Things just come to me.
But it has made a prison for me
and because I don't have to get smart
or work hard-
I can get by on my looks.
My teachers like me-
one too much,
so in the end I am doing what I hate
others do-
seeing me only in terms of how I look
and I realize I am doing the same thing to myself.
I am my looks. I am trapped.
So when boys try to talk to me I clam up
because I think there is only one thing they want.
And most of the time I am right. They do-just want
one thing.
Other's of them just want to say I am their girl friend
even if that is not true just so they can brag to their friends.
Some of them lie and claim they had you, or you
are lesbian just because you don't like them.
I am the pretty girl and most times that is pretty sad.
So I don't talk to anyone except other pretty girls.
They understand. They have the pretty girl thing too.
So we stand around sometimes and think we are superior
but we also think secretly we might be inferior and lonely too
and who is going to feel sorry for the pretty girl? Nobody that's who.
So I dated the football guy who was pretty too. It seemed he would
understand-handsome and pretty, the same thing I thought.
Boy was I wrong. He was his mothers' boy and only liked me
because he thought there was prestige in it. And I did it for
the same reason. We both were boring when alone and tried to
look like the super couple when people were around.
I was bored and truth be told I was also boring.
I had nothing to say and all's he wanted to talk about was football
and sex.
I told him no.
And then he latched onto my best friend, well I called her my best friend, but
we were not really friends. We just sorta hung out together.
My real best friend was Alma for a while. She was the ugly sidekick
pretty girls seem to attract. All she wanted to do was be with me. She did
everything I asked her to, sometimes without me even asking. I began to think that just maybe being pretty was being superior. People like Alma
made it easy to think that. She seemed to think I was superior.
I used to lie to her about all the boys coming on to me and things they said and she believed those lies. I felt I had to tell the stories because the stories seemed to mean so much to her. Besides telling her the phony stories gave me a fantasy life to make up for my real one.
We were a good pair of friends for a while until Alma told me one day about her love. Her love for me. And I realized she was not talking about friend love.
That's another thing, you get come ons from both genders and some like Alma turn into stalkers. She lied and told her friend that we had been together. A total lie.
That is why high school is prison camp for the pretty girl.
I broke down one day while talking to Geek Billy who came over to my house to fix my computer. He was rad-geek and shorter than me and I never really considered him a real person or anything so I was talking like he was not even there. I was saying 'why me, why does everyone hate me? '
He started yammering that he didn't hate me, and put his arm around me. I looked up and saw that he was not trying to jump my bones, he really was trying to comfort me like he understood and all that. It was laughable you know. I was so above him and everything but he seemed that day like a real person to me for just a tiny minute.
He left and I lay on my bed and wrote into my diary-'Geek boy loves me.'
I wrote: 'I am the pretty girl no one likes because I am above them.'
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I Will Survive
The world can be a hard place
for everyone living here.
Dangers present themselves
to us on a daily basis.
Each day we look
forward to the next,
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.
We battle through the black clouds
that circle around our head
always thinking of
the better times that lie ahead.
We sleep and dream
of all the things we wish
always saying to ourselves
I will survive I will survive.
25 September 2010
poem by David Harris
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Regretful Times
the doors open into the room a fulfilled life and a lot to regret for the
summers rays and winters cold and not regretful
i will not survive sombody will save me
the damaged style and damaged skin is peeling off and burning within the
tearful eyes and drowning frowns soon collides and now it meets its destination
i will not survive somebody save me
the passion times theres not many through im down on luck and theres too many
to remember the brocken dreams and broken thoughts my heads up high and i wont survive
i will not survive somebody save me
song performed by by Crossbreed from Synthetic Division
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Suppose Football Does Serve A Purpose
Suppose football does serve a purpose some males do need other interests in their lives
Than working or drinking of alcohol or arguing with or making love to their girl friends or wives
On saturday they go to the football to cheer on their team win or lose
'Tis better for them than going to the local and wasting their money on the booze
At least watching football they won't be losing brain cells as they do when they are on the grog
And next day feeling nauseated and hung over and as sick as a very sick dog
Their partners and wives happy to see them going to the football for to support their football club
They feel that for them it is far better than guzzling down grog at the pub
In football there can be disappointments when your team does not win the game
But for every winner there is a loser and to lose should never be a shame
There's more to life than grog and work and women there is that marvellous game known as football
To you and many others 'tis a passion and your team to you is the greatest team of all.
poem by Francis Duggan
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With A Second Chance
This town has got me running scared
Were running out of time girl
Slogans painted everywhere
Messin up my dream world
Im trying to make it on my own
Find it all by myself
I can take the overflow,
Couldve been me or you
Just like somebody else
I aint going anywhere
Without you by my side girl
Someone like you comes around just one time
Even the weakest of hearts will survive
Chorus:
With a second chance
I know we can make it girl
With a second chance
Love will last forever
Breathing in this filthy air
Is tearing me in two girl
I hear the sirens every night
Like echoes in a cruel world
Nothing that I say or do
Seems to matter at all
Everyone is so confused thats why I had to call
Just hearing you across the line
Is good enough for me girl
Someone like you comes around just one time
Even the weakest of hearts will survive
Chorus:
With a second chance
I know we can make it girl
With a second chance
Love will go on forever
Someone like you comes around just one time
Even the weakest of hearts will survive
With a second chance
I know we can make it girl
With a second chance
Love will last forever
(repeat chorus and fade)
song performed by by Toto
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This Is The Football Season
This is the football Season it is that time of year
When men in the pub talk football as they enjoy their beer
And look forward to September when one club will fly the winner's flag
The team that wins the Premiership gives their fans the right to brag.
Their wives nicknamed the footy widows their husbands at the football club
Or after work talking football with their mates down at the local pub
They take football so seriously 'tis their passion in life
The footy fan loves his football club as much as his children or his wife.
And if their team lose at the weekend they feel and look so sad
What's known as football addiction they seem to have it bad
They feel sad for their football team and the chance of four premiership points gone
But they cheer up and look forward to next weekend's game as the working week wears on.
This is the football Season football has gone to their head
And their football scarves and beanies they even wear to bed
About their team they feel so passionate as if to them it did belong
And 'tis with delight and pride in victory that they sing the club song.
poem by Francis Duggan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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I Get Wild / Wild Gravity
Fooled around enough with numbers
Lets not be ourselves today
Is it just my imagination
Is it just someones fave
Pleasantly out of proportion
Its hard to hold on to the ground
Now I didnt come to run
And this is everything
And gravity lets you down
I get wild, wizing up
I just cant let go
I get wild when I get ready
I can hardly talk
Living lights
Special lights
Yellow turns blue
I get wild its automatic
I can hardly move
Go ahead and pull the curtains
Check to see if Im still here
Let me lose my perspective
Something worth waiting for
Somewhere in south carolina
And gravity dont mean a thing
And all around the world
Each and evryone
Playing with a heart of steel
I get up climbing out
How did I get home?
Ill survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Beautiful
Beautiful
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
No one here can recognize you
Here is evrything that you like
Feelings without explanations
Somethings are hard to describe
The sound of a cigarette burning
A place there where evrything spins
And the sounds inside your mind
Is playing all the time
Playing with a heart of steel
I get wild, wizing up
I just cant let go
I get wild when I get ready
I can hardly talk
Red n white black to gold
Yellow turns blue
I get wild its automatic
I can hardly move
I get up pushing up
How did I get home?
Ill survive the situation
Somebody shut the door
Shut the door
Shut the door
Climbing up the wall
I get by on automatic
No surprise at all
song performed by by Talking Heads
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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