Savage
Who gives you the right to come here and tell me
I have to leave this place my home
To you its a jungle, to me its a kingdom
Where (my) people are free there to roam
Born with the stars we are happy and peaceful
til now we were left undisturbed
But you rupture the forests our gardens
And fill them with filth from your cities unheard
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilized progress
Baptizing our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your God is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you cant, no you cant, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both whos the primitive man
Savage, who is savage
Leave your morals, stake your claim
Savage, you are savage
Modern man can take the blame
You poisoned my tribe with civilized progress
Baptizing our blood with disease
You christened our bodies with sadness and suffering
Saying then that your God is well-pleased
What have we done to deserve such injustice
Explain to us please if you can
But you cant, no you cant, we can see it in your eyes
Of us both whos the primitive man
Savage, savage
Savage, savage
Whos the savage
Modern man
Whos the savage
Modern man
Beyond the realms of death
He had enough
He couldnt take anymore
Hed found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldnt understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Withdrawn hed sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but Ill still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Beoynd the realms of death.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Beyond The Realms Of Death
He had enough
He couldnt take anymore
Hed found a place
In his mind and slammed the door
No matter how they tried
They couldnt understand
They washed and dressed him
Fed him by hand
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Withdrawn hed sit there
Stare blank into space
No sign of life
Would flicker on his face
Until one day he smiled
It seemed as though with pride
The wind kissed him
Goodbye - and then he died
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not you
Keep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Yeah! I will start again
It can take forever, and ever, and ever
And ever, but Ill still win.
How many like him,
Are there still
But to us, all
Seem to have lost the will
They lie in thousands
Plagued and lost
Is nothing worth this bitter cost
Yeah! Ive left the world behind
Im safe here in my mind
Free to speak with my own kind
This is my life, this is my life
Ill decide not youkeep the world with all its sin
Its not fit for livin in
Beyond the realms of death.
song performed by by Judas Priest
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Savage
Words of power are killing me
While the sun displays its teeth.
All mockery is laughing
All violence is cheap.
She said...
"These are my guns
These are my furs
This is my living room."
"You can play with me there sometimes
If you catch me in the mood."
Savage
Savage
Savage
You savage...
She said...
"I have this unhappiness
To wear around my neck."
"It's a pretty piece of jewellery
To show what I protect."
She said...
"Everything is fiction
All cynic to the bone."
"So don't ask me to stay with you
Don't ask to see me home."
Savage
Savage
Savage
You savage...
song performed by by Eurythmics from Revenge
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Savage Earth Heart
Ooooh!
...let me see the savage
I want to see the savage coming
Crashing through your face
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through
I wanna be a witness
Or a victim to your spell
Crackling in lightening
Dressed in shadows
Red like a carousel
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
...cuts through
Will you lay all of your
Deepest wildest secrets bare?
Will you let all of those
Rumbling old gods take rage?
I want to be there
When the savage comes
I want to be there
When the savage comes
When your savage earth heart
Cuts through!
Then I was taken smoothly
By the vulture of the soul
That hideous strength
That numbs the tongue
And he led me like a cinder
Through the fields of hell
To doubt my friends and to hate myself
But when my savage earth heart
...cuts through
When my savage earth heart
Cuts through
Then my savage earth heart
...cuts through
And the culture of the soul laid waste
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As a result, the highly civilized man can endure incomparably more than the savage, whether of moral or physical strain. Being better able to control himself under all circumstances, he has a great advantage over the savage.
quote by Lafcadio Hearn
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Brave New World
Dying swans twisted wings, beauty not needed here
Lost my love, lost my life, in this garden of fear
I have seen many things, in a lifetime alone
Mother love is no more, bring this savage back home
Wilderness house of pain, makes no sense of it all
Close this mind dull this brain, messiah before his fall
What you see is not real, those who know will not tell
All is lost sold your souls to this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dragon kings dying queens, where is salvation now
Lost my life lost my dreams, rip the bones from my flesh
Silent screams laughing here, dying to tell you the truth
You are planned and you are damned in this brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
A brave new world, in a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
In a brave new world, a brave new world
Dying swans twisted wings, bring this savage back home
song performed by by Iron Maiden
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Expenses
I'm sick to death of money, of the lack of it, that is,
And of practising perpetually small economies;
Of paring off a penny here, another penny there,
Of the planning and the worrying, the everlasting care.
The savages went naked and no doubt digested fruit,
And when they longed for partridge all they had to do was shoot.
But it may be Mrs. Savage was extravagant in paint
And all the little Savages made juvenile complaint.
'I want a bow like We-We's. I want a fine canoe.
I don't have half such dandy things as other fellers do.'
And Mrs. Savage quite agreed it was an awful shame.
So Mr. Savage sighed about expenses just the same.
poem by Gamaliel Bradford
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The People In That Place....
i explained to them
what cruelty is
how savage can savage be
how monsters each one
another
how fortunes come
behind those
crimes
i keep on explaining to them
the unreasonableness of having too much
heavy burdens of fortunes on our back
like turtles afraid of losing their homes
how uneasy life becomes
how wary we can be
i travel lightly
carrying only this body
and the mind
this spirit soaring
leaving all of them
in their
crowded land
spilling blood
eating their own flesh
drinking their own
urine
munching feces and
dung
stinking people
loveless and
lavish in their
greed and
avarice....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ci Oyate
The savage stick
does not come softly,
it is swift,
full of vengeance
in the white hand of justice.
The ravenous maw
spits steel,
turns thunderous herds
into bleached memory;
for tongues, for skins,
for the sport of kings.
Comes the march,
for death,
for the red day
passing into a long night
where lost languages fester
in spirits raw and dull.
The trail
The tears
The Circle
The World remains a dream intact.
When brown hands
wield the savage stick
like a plowshare
the earth will green,
The People will dance
and chant the world anew.
*Lakota for The People
poem by Ronald Shields
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Passion
Passion does not have Culture's or
level's of studies passion comes
from the heart, how one sees life
from inside the soul, passion is like
a savage animal, that does not
understand or knows what he
feels; but has inside him the
passion that awakes his instinct
of savage love, Passion has nothing
but a soul and a desire to love.
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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1984
Someday they wont let you, now you must agree
The times they are a-telling, and the changing isnt free
Youve read it in the tea leaves, and the tracks are on tv
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Theyll split your pretty cranium, and fill it full of air
And tell that youre eighty, but brother, you wont care
Youll be shooting up on anything, tomorrows never there
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(mor-or-or-or-ore)
Im looking for a vehicle, Im looking for a ride
Im looking for a party, Im looking for a side
Im looking for the treason that I knew in 65
Beware the savage jaw
Of 1984
Come see, come see, remember me?
We played out an all night movie role
You said it would last, but I guess we enrolled
In 1984 (who could ask for more)
1984 (who could ask for mor-or-or-or-ore)
(mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
1984
1984 (mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
1984 (mor-or-or-or-ore)
1984
song performed by by David Bowie
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Supersavage
I hunt only when I’m hungry
Once full, my belly, I leave
The remnants for the beasts sundry
Neither I crave, nor I save
For morrow; that’s not in my diary
Bipods alas! Call me savage
To them killing is a joy crazy
For currency, power and prestige
Outrageous this is! Oh Almighty
Give us too some language
To fight out this nasty publicity
Let lions create a new adage
To end this mean human supremacy
That “human means super-savage”
poem by Sathya Narayana
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A Mantle Pride
savage emptied the face, showing dirt that
keep a pride and twisted as it roasted
in a cylinder with free
eaten yet happy, feast for a coming day
place in the gray storage waiting to be open
and be display
worth leave nothing than a smell of sour
perfume, with no complaint the whole day
becomes common hour to stay
oh! come for just a moment, ride in a mantle
that made you safe and sleep, set yourself
as you leave today with me
poem by Antonio Liao
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1984
Nineteen eighty four
Someday they wont let you
Now you must agree
The time they are a telling
And the changing isnt free
You read it in the tea leaves
And the reacks are on tv
Beware the savage jaw
In nineteen eighty four
Theyll split your pretty cranium
And fill it full of air
Theyll tell you that youre eighty
And really you wont care
Youll be shooting up on everything
Tomorrows never there
Beware the savage jaw
In nineteen eighty four
Come see come see
Remember me
I played in an all night movie role
You said it would last
But I guess weve enrolled
In nineteen eighty four
Who could ask for more
Nineteen eighty four
Who could ask for more
Im looking for a vehicle
Im looking for a ride
Im looking for a party
Im looking for a side
Im looking for a treason
That I knew in sixty five
Beware the savage door
In nineteen eighty four
Come see come see
Remember me
I played in an all night movie role
You said it would last
But I guess weve enrolled
In nineteen eighty four
Who could ask for more
Nineteen eighty four
Who could ask for more
Nineteen eighty four
song performed by by Tina Turner
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A rock in the sea
Like a rock in the savage sea
I have weathered many a storm
Being slowly worn in the passing days
Growing smaller and more frail
Seasoned by the sea which rolls
In an uneven tempest I’ve watched
Outward in the ocean of time
Felt the still calm of nothingness
And the rage of high winds
The crash of the ocean against me
The light of my colour faded
Where notches of storms past remain
Chipped away from me
The broken rock, the life I’ve lived
Lost in the depths of the ocean
Washed into the deepest blue
That I can no longer see
That I shall stand till I can stand no more
Like a rock in a savage sea
poem by Matthew Holloway
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Civilization is the progress toward a society of privacy. The savage's whole existence is public, ruled by the laws of his tribe. Civilization is the process of setting man free from men.
Anyone who has to fight, even with the most modern weapons, against an enemy in complete command of the air, fights like a savage against modern European troops, under the same handicaps and with the same chances of success.
quote by Erwin Rommel
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Phantasmagoria: (The Nightmare)
O what a horrid dream that was!
(though not quite sure)
I found myself in an ancient tomb-
pyramid perhaps-
where reigned a mystery all around;
what a place it was!
yes a grave it was!
the terror of the atmosphere
ceased my thinking faculties...
when suddenly
my eyes were bound to see that scene:
in a box of glass-clear and clean
(from dust of time) i saw something...
but what was that much ugly thing?
a man perhaps?
and dead perhaps?
O what was that?
was he moving?
yes he was!
And then changed
that gruesome vision...
HE was back to life again
to rule, to kill, to fight again-
I found Him couched on a gold throne
placed on human skulls and bones;
He was dressed in a pharoah's dress
o yes, infact, He was a pharoah
everybody there was harrowed.
people were so mute and dumb
on hearing the sound of beating drums.
And who was that?
O goodness heart! yes, that was I
in stranglehold of iron chains,
in endless pain'''
His court was full of savage creatures-
men perhaps...
with frightened, dismal, downcast eyes.
and then I heard
the shrill voice of kingly man;
but what He ordered to His slave
was greek to me...
then suddenly
the sound of drums grew more intense-
and then...O God! ! !
a tall and savage slave,
whose eye-balls threw the flames of fire,
raised an odd but savage slogan
came to me...
drew his bare and deadly sword
and raised his giant-like hands
to cut my head...
I tried to cry:
O goodness heart!
help me in distress my God!
have mercy God!
I cried
and wept
and prayed to him:
just spare my life
don't cut my head,
don't take my life...
Aye what is this?
who pressed my head
and fingered hair with gentle love?
My gracious Maa?
yes, no one else but gracious Maa...do i live?
O yes I do-
am I saved?
O yes i am...
that slave with deadly sword was gone...
thank goodness the dream was gone...
and I am in my mother's room,
free of horror, free of gloom...
my dear Maa!
my gentle, kind and loving Maa!
give your blessed hand again!
take me in your lap again!
thank God
I am back again...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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Find a moments peace
To see the cycle,
one observes the rose,
whose roots suck on,
though all the petals fall,
nourishing seeds and death,
and then recall-
with purpose no philosophies
disclose.
Like man, from planted seed
the rose is born,
then thrusts about
for water, sun, and air,
essences which, before the rose,
were there,
but which it claims
with sharp and savage thorn.
It pricks against the world,
unknowing, blind,
even the vital bee
and scavenging ant,
set against all
except the mother plant,
indifferent to love
and to the cruel or kind.
The purpose of the rose
is only, then,
to grow and die,
and out of death to come
prepatterned cycle,
back to life again,
a pointless round,
from bloom to seed to bloom.
And yet, beyond the cycle,
gentle eyes
look at the rose
and find a moment's peace,
a dream of love
and kindliness, surcease
from hate and greed
and from the covering lies.
Savage and saveged,
with thorns no rose has grown,
man also breeds,
simply so he may die
for reasons which to him
are as unknown
as to the rose,
though he may wonder why-
Which gives one hope
within the encircling doubt
of purposes
one does not know about.
poem by Daniel Artemas Harmon
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Beginning and End (Again)
faded lines, greying hair,
life spillt from a cup.
even stars fall down,
nothing ever falls up!
world changes, still the same,
or maybe getting worse.
vanity of vanities
riding in a hearse.
and the truth kills the lie
with a savage swing.
but there's a place
inside our dreams....
a door only time can open,
a peace beyond all our hoping.
where beginning and end begin again.
the home of lightning and howling wind!
faith burned, anger earned,
fists against the wall.
you cant see what can be
when you cant hear the call.
the house you built, the spirit killed,
the love that in the end devours.
when seconds turn into lifetimes
in your final hours.
and the truth kills the lie
with a savage swing.
but there's a place
inside our dreams...
a door only time can open,
a peace beyond all our hoping.
where beginning and end begin again.
the home of lightning and howling wind.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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0276 Savagery
When did you first meet savagery?
Not merely, the wounded heart,
the Christmas present that they never bought
although they knew you wanted that
and nothing, nothing else..
not merely when you knew
that for the first time, they’d lied to you..
not merely when the world first let you down,
but that savagery that tears at the heart,
when you realise for the first time
that to others – or at best, some others –
you’re just nothing, nothing…
I guess the question is too painful for some; those
born into it; who wake to it within the house;
go to bed with it; are woken by it in the middle of the night;
some meet it at first school,
are schooled in it;
the first thing stolen from you
by those you thought your friends;
suddenly the world’s not flat, and just
keep away from the edge and you’ll be safe, but
spherical, with a horizon all around
beyond which the dragon’s smoky breath
lurks, waiting to devour.
Only three generations or so since
our forefathers met savagery, were savage, fought for land,
musket in one hand, spade in the other;
only four generations since
their fathers were forced off some other land they thought their own;
only two generations since the working class
lived their whole life with savage poverty not far away;
when savagery’s in short supply, there’s always war;
but that’s forewarned; there are no counsellors of battle
for then it’s just too late. We’re all to meet it; learn from it; but who
will dare to put it on the home, the school, agenda?
‘There are those to whom you’re not even
a victim or an enemy; you’re just – nothing..’
Pope called it
the inhumanity of man to man.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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