Abraham Martin And John (acoustic)
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend Abraham
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just turned around
And he was gone
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend Martin
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around
And he was gone
Has anybody here
Seen my old friend John
Can you tell me
Where he has gone
'Cos he freed a lot of people
But it seems the good die young
I just looked around
And he was gone
I just looked around
And he was gone
song performed by by Marillion
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Abraham, Martin & John
(richard holler)
I am a backseat driver from america
They drive to the left on falls road
And the man at the wheels name is shamus
We pass a the child on a corner he knows
And shamus says now what chance has that kid got
And I say from the back I dont know
He says theres barbed wire at all of these exits
There aint no place in belfast for that kid to go
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And we poison our children with hatred
And the hard life is all that they know
At the dairyline in chicago
A fat man in front of me
Hes calling black people trash to his children
And hes the only trash here I see
And Im thinking this man wears a white hood
In the night when his children should sleep
But theyll slip to their windows and see him
Theyll think that white hoods all they need
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that they know
I was a child of the sixties
When dreams could be held through tears
With disney and cronkite and martin luther
And I belived, I believed, I believed
Now Im a backseat driver from america
And Im not at the wheel of control
And I am guilty, I am worn, I am the root of all evil
And I cant drive on the left side of the road
And its a hard life, its a hard life
Its a very hard life
Its a hard life wherever you go
And if we poison our children with hatred
Then the hard life is all that theyll know
And there aint no place in this world for these kids to go
Cause its a hard life wherever you go
Has anybody here seen my old friend abraham,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend martin,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Has anybody here seen my old friend john,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
He freed a lotta people, but it seems the good die young
I just looked around and hes gone.
Didnt you love the things they stood for?
Didnt they try to find some good in you and me?
And well be free
Someday soon its gonna be one day
Has anybody here seen my old friend bobby,
Can you tell me where hes gone?
I thought I saw him walkin up over the hill
With abraham and martin and john.
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A Good Friend She Was
A good friend she was
Would be there for me
Through ups or downs
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
We laughed and had fun
Her smile was the best
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Her caring was amazing
Her love of life showed
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Kept her spirits up in pain
Never showed her hurts
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
Even up until the end
Put my hand on her heart
A good friend she was.
A good friend she was
I will treasure the memories
Of all the joy we shared
A good friend she was.
*Dedicated to my very best friend Maryann whose spirit lives on because you really can't destroy goodness
poem by Connie Webb
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Some Kind Of Friend
Music by Barry Manilow
Lyrics by Adrienne Anderson
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I saw you at the Beechwood Cafe
You looked at me and then you looked away
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
You said you had places that you had to be
Now who is gonna be there for me
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
They say that women like you can't get enough
Got your Maserati built for two
They say that women like you like to play
with love
Is that true?
When I ran into you the other day
You smiled at me but you had nothing to say
That was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Tell me why'd you do what you did to me
Covered up your life so I couldn't see
Now that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
Lady that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned to be
Baby that was some kind
Some kind of friend you turned out to be
I never should have let you get to me
Nevershould have let you bring me down
Didn't know that I was just some fantasy
That you found.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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A Double
Everyone has a double
at least that is what they say.
I am beginning to believe it
after what happened yesterday.
My wife and I went shopping
and to the checkout, we went.
Then I stopped and felt hesitant,
the cashier, a young girl looked familiar,
but it couldn’t be,
for who she looked like lived thousands of miles away.
Everything about her
from the style of her hair
and the glasses she wore,
even the way she smiled
looked the spitting image of a friend I speak to on the internet.
The resemblance was uncanny
and I almost called her by friends name.
She made me take a second glance
to make sure.
I know it wasn’t my friend who lives in America,
she was younger than she,
but she certainly looked like her.
When they say now everyone has a double,
here is one now that believes.
19 November 2008
poem by David Harris
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Differences between a Good Friend and a Bad Friend
A good friend would wait for you;
So you could both walk to the bus;
A bad friend would just leave impatient;
“I’d rather go hang with Gus.”
A good friend would help with a chore;
Even if it’s taking out the trash;
A bad friend would just smirk;
“If only you gave me cash.”
A good friend would listen;
To whatever you have to say;
A bad friend would cover your mouth;
“Quit blabbering away! ”
A good friend would say “Come on over.”
Whenever you feel like you’re alone;
A bad friend would yell at your face;
“Just go on back home! ”
A good friend would phone;
To ask how you are;
A bad friend wouldn’t care;
“Wanna go to the bar? ”
A good friend will cheer you up;
Whenever you feel sad;
A bad friend would laugh;
“Well, that’s just too bad.”
A good friend would stand up for you;
When blamed for a crime;
A bad friend would walk away;
“Oh look at the time.”
A good friend would come to your funeral;
And leave flowers in your wake;
A bad friend would blow it off;
“It was his mistake! ”
poem by Jessica Lopez
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Look What The Good People Done
They were drinkin his wine
They were usin his name
They were takin the time to take
His name in vain
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
They were havin their fun
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say things that they
Dont really mean
They look so convincing cause theyre
So squeaky clean
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Its a million to one
Look what the good people done
They (? put him on walkin down ? ), they said,
Lets go on with the show
And they pad him on whiskey and say, boy,
Youve got to go
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
Hes (? on the highway ? ) to none
Look what the good people done
All the newspaper men
They were lookin for names
Pulled him out of a hat
They needed someone to blame
Look what the good people done to him
Look what the good people done to him
He thought he was the one
Look what the good people done
Well, the good people say,
Keep your nose to the ground
Then theyll build you right up
Just to knock you right down
Look what the good people done to you
Look what the good people done to you
They were gettin their kicks
Look what the good people nixed
[spoken - here we go]
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
Look what the good people done to me
They were havin no fun
Look what the good people done
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Must Be Freed
The ante-bellum Negro prayed,
For God to intercede,
And God in answer to him said,
'Your children shall be freed.'
The hand was seen upon the wall,
The fates at once decreed
That Negro bondsmen one and all,
Should soon be free, indeed.
'If Abraham Lincoln's president'
The South said, 'we'll secede;'
They apprehended he'd consent,
For Negroes to be freed.
To battle North against the South,
O'er states rights was agreed,
But echo from the cannon's mouth,
Said, 'Negroes must be freed.'
Confed'rates did with marked success,
McClellan's steps impede,
Till Abr'm Lincoln did confess,
That Negroes must be freed.
The Union boys with heaven's strength,
From that time did succeed;
And fought with valor till at length,
The Negro slaves were freed.
The Jim Crow car for Negroes made,
To crush their pride, indeed,
Has on the harps of thinkers played,
Those people must be freed.
The right of suffrage from the men,
Is taken out of greed;
A better day is coming when
They shall from this be freed.
Black men before the lyncher's rope,
In vain for mercy plead,
But justice cries, 'There is a hope,
From such you shall be freed.'
From ignorance and poverty,
From superstition's creed,
From those who crush his liberty,
The Negro must be freed.
The hand has written on the wall,
The clouds must all recede,
For God Whose word can never fall,
Says,'Negroes must be freed.'
poem by Lizelia Augusta Jenkins Moorer
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The Good Friend (Revised)
The good friend
Is always there
Is always faithful
Is always supportive
The good friend
Loves unconditionally
Forgives easily
Forgets every wrong
The good friend
Cries over you
Cries for you
Cries with you
The good friend
Gets hurt
Gets walked on
Gets left behind
The good friend
Keeps her heart open
Keeps smiling
Keeps her promises
The good friend
Never gives up
Never stops being true
Never fades away
The Good friend
Is who I am
Who I always want to be
Who you can always trust to be there with a smile and open arms.
Its hard,
But I am the good friend.
poem by Amanda Wearstler
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Not All Good People
Good people are celebrated and good people are in jail
And we condemn good people by our own words to fail
And since people are not the best judges of character it would be fair to say
That the best candidate does not always get elected on Election Day.
Not all good people as some believe are destined to die young
And many good people as we know their praises are unsung
And in a World of billions of human beings the good outnumber the bad
And that not many are recognized for their true worth does seem a little sad.
Not all good people are in the Newspapers or are ever in the news
And on what they think is fair and right are never asked for their views
Many are the quite achievers of publicity quite shy
Why the egotistical can become successful I often wonder why?
Not all good people are leaders though by good example they do lead
Though all good people are happy with enough and they never yield to greed
And though there are billions of good people in the bigger World out there
The good who make the news headlines to say the least seem rare.
poem by Francis Duggan
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I Was Young Once Too
Written by richard leigh and robert byrne
He raced that engine down the track round the tree on christmas day
I was so amazed my dad would play with trains
I saw a sparkle in his eye, then I heard him say, come on son lets play, i
Was young once, too
He washed that buick faithfully, lord he kept her clean
I thought that machine meant more to him than me
On the day I turned sixteen he threw me the keys
Said I was young once, too, now she belongs to you
He was such a young man then, Im older than that now
I hope I measure up to him, when the circle comes around
I saw him in the attic sittin cross legged on the floor
With some old photographs, he point and laughed
He said, thats me in that picture, I said, no son, thats your dad
I was young once, too, and looked a lot like you
I was young once, too, I was young once, too
Merry christmas son, I wish your grandpa were here
He was young once, too, and looked like me and you
song performed by by Alabama
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Hot Chocolate
Sitting in the coffeeshop
Looking for my friend
People lining up
Awaiting warm service on a cold day
Amidst the que a four year old
Busily waiting by mom
Chill air from the door cooling him
And all the others around
I saw him take a look at me
And turned to see my friend
When I looked back toward the boy
He was looking at me again
Probably needing attention
Ignored along the line
A grandfatherly smile and gesture made
I hoped it would make him fine
He looked again and spoke out loud:
HOT CHOCOLATE he said to me
Taken aback and slow to connect
I thought 'Yes, Yes, I see'
Friendly support to give
Thumbs up I sent for free
He looked with great approval
And thumbs up he sent to me
A message accross generations
And various strangers too
Saying the words HOT CHOCOLATE
Will very kindly do
poem by Ray Andrews
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What It Takes To Be A Good Friend
A good friend is always kind,
Should always speak their mind,
Their compassion should never end,
That's what it takes to be a good friend.
A good friend is there for you,
They are real, they are true- blue,
Their compassion should never end,
That's what it takes to be a good friend.
A good friend will be there when you marry,
A heart full of memories, they will carry,
Their compassion should never end,
That's what it takes to be a good friend.
They'll be there if your father dies,
They'll weep with you when you cry,
Their compassion should never end,
That's what it takes to be a good friend.
If a good friend you do find,
Make sure they treat you kind,
Understanding they shouldn't lack,
And they would never stab you in the back,
On top of everything always remember,
A best friend is forever.
poem by Brianna Eldridge
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All You Need
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The loneliness disappears.
Reminiscing when you are near.
Strength erases every fear.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
It's the womans struggle.
It's the womans fight.
After years of both physical and mental abuse.
Therapy is of no use.
You just need.
You just need....
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
No longer the victim.
In times of desperation.
In times of exhaustion.
In times of, In so many times of
All you really need.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The fire burns this midnight hour.
And the reflection brings so many feeling of both the bitter and sour.
Be careful because depression will devour.
Don't cut your self off from the world.
No never, all you really need.
Oh all the really need.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
The friend.
The motivator.
And everything is good again.
And all you have to do is ask.
And we will be right there so fast.
No matter the time or the place.
Because we love you and we always will.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Not What You See
Wait a minute baby
I'll be right back
I just gotta talk
To a friend
For a couple of minutes
I see you looking
At the two of us
And what do you see
The oldest couple at the Mayflower
Esther and Me
I push her in the chair
I know she'd walk
If she could
She says "Take your pills"
As if they do any good
I'll bet you think
That what you're looking
At is all we are
Two old people forgetting
The way we were
Sonny, no one is
What they look like
Everyone's so much more
Sonny, no one is
What they look like
And we're not what
You see that's for sure
You should have known her before
You should have known her before
Legs she had legs
That made the guys drool
And her waist was as small
As your neck
And the face and the hair
And the rest of her
And when I look at her now
I still see her young and beautiful
She's my girl and I'm her Joe
And we're not what you see
In a minute baby I'll be right back
I just got some more to say
To my young new friend here
Esther just turned 80 and I'm 83
The oldest couple at the Mayflower
Esther and me
I knew that when I saw her
We were meant to be one
She says she didn't notice me
But don't you believe her
I'll bet you think that what you're looking at
Is all we are
Two old people
Stumbling through the days
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
Everyone's so much more
Sonny, no one is what
They look like
And we're not what you see
That's for sure
You should have known me before
You should have known me before-a
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Take A Good Look At Our Home Land
Oh people of America, people of America
Take a good look at our homeland
Do you really understand
Before you finish reading this poem
Do you have a daughter or son
Young people are leaving their home at an early age
Yet, there is a need for someone to be saved
Take a good look at our homeland
Many people are playing in the same band
Along the eastern coast of our nation
What do you see in the making?
Oh America, America, America
Why not be a complete free nation
Do you see this in the making?
For many years our country has been blessed
Now someone inside is making a big mess
Why pick up guns and fight against each other
Why not love as sisters and brothers
Oh something is going wrong today
People are looking the other way
Our POW'S have been freed
Is there another war in the making like most people believe
At Wounded Knee, S.D. our brothers and sisters
Want a little more freedom
Can you see this in the making?
America, America God shared his grace on thee
Yes he shared his grace for you and me
I want you, you and you
To take a good look at our homeland
When you get back will you take a stand?
Maybe you are thinking about playing in the same band
The only thing i ask you and you to do
Love your sisters and brothers
The way God loves me and you
poem by Leon Thomas Lee
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When I Was A Child I Believed
When I was a child
a very young child
I looked at the world
of adults in discussion
their patterns of interaction
their comments reactions
a very strange world
differences between what adults said
and what child were told
their masks worn
and I thought about what
they did and why?
Questions were asked
about what you wanted
to be when you grew up?
The work question was important,
but never asked was how well you
would do this work, and for who?
They were often silent or suddenly angry
‘children were to be seen but not heard’
the news to be listened to in serious silence.
First talk repeat their sounds
to smiles laughter
then don’t talk be silent listen?
First stand walk walk how far
then don’t walk stay wait
where your told don’t go away?
When adults met sometimes they would
start to talk a lot fast all at once not one
at a time and laugh a lot talk walk funny?
Why not be on their best behaviour
nice to others as they told children to be?
Why not choose to be good not bad?
Years later I would smile a lot why not
it costs nothing to smile and often others.
Would catch your smile and smile also?
Even when sad smiling was a good thing to do
to appreciate all you have been given.
Even though you could not always play with
what was given or go outside or play with friends.
Especially on those boring rainy days.
So many games were not allowed if you got dirty?
As a teenager smilie would be a nick name.
That smile given freely to people who needed
to smile but chose to be miserable instead!
It never cost anything to be nice to people either!
To give to help had its own record, it felt good!
Happy people are the nice people to be around!
I believed happiness was the most precious gift,
a person could give another, and if sad then to give,
happiness you did not have; was even more important.
Once in my early twenties I was surprised,
a friend said you cannot be that good,
no one is that good, but I knew I was not good.
At twenty-two when about to travel overseas,
my uncle said you think everyone is your friend,
be careful, everyone you meet; is not your friend.
Now I am older and sadly wiser,
yet I still know that to treat a stranger,
as a friend not a treat is still better.
That to say hello with a smile,
and wish people well,
is still a wonderful thing to do.
I still believe it is a better thing to do.
And when kindness is meet with hostility?
I feel pity for the hurt who choose to hurt.
It is not the right way.
It is not God’s way.
It is still not my way.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I Felt Freed
One day I awakened,
And there was an insignificance I sensed,
From yesterday!
That cleared the morning air.
There was something about my life,
That had arrived and I liked.
Appearing in my sight...
With such a happiness I could not ignore.
It was there to make certain,
I had been aware.
And whatever to me was done and/or said,
Before I laid my head down in my bed...
Prepared to flee.
Somehow this was unknown to me.
And when I had awakened it had fled!
No longer to me to be important.
To address as my priorities.
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
To live a life much more motivated.
With a quest to face challenges...
I now seek and dare!
As opportunities to prove...
I can move anything off my path,
That isn't of benefit and doesn't belong there!
And I felt freed!
I felt freed.
I felt...
Freed!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Have A Friend
I have a friend who cannot walk
I have a friend all he does is talk
I have a friend, Philippe is his name
I have a friend and we are just the same
I have a friend he’s seventeen years old
I have a friend who has a heart of gold
I have a friend who would catch me if I fall
It is only that he has no legs at all
I have a friend and when my friend was seven
A car ran over him and he almost went to heaven
I have a friend with a smile that I adore
I have a friend who lives in a house of four
I have a friend his family is his home
I have a friend who dreams of visiting Rome
I have a friend who is still finishing school
Yet some people tell him that for that he is a fool
I have a friend they say he is disabled
He has no legs and for that he is labeled
I have a friend who has a friend
They were made for each other; their love will never end
I have a friend who likes to name the stars
I have a friend and what he hates is cars
I have a friend who’s happier than you and me
I have a friend who’s shown me how happy I can be
I have a friend who’s had his bad times too
I have a friend who’s better than me and you
I have a friend so dear to me and kind
That another one like him I shall never find!
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
What is a true friend?
what is a true friend
A true friend is someone special for me
A true friend is someone to be protected with
A true friend is someone to cry and try again with
A true friend can sometimes understand you
better than anyone else can.
A true friend is there for you in good times and bad.
Some true friends are so close
some are far apart.
Some people think a true friend is just a friend
But my true friend is more than that
s/he is and will always be my best friend
and my friend will always be very special
for me.
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poem by Oussama samouna
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Japan
I saw a young man by a telephone
He was sitting alone in the rain
I said, hey, young man what you doing here?
He said, sir, Im going insane
See I love an american beauty
But nobody here understands
So he looked to the sky with resentment in his eyes
And said, lord, why am I in japan?
Lord why am I in japan?
He told me a story about yesterday
How he walked in the search of a friend
But nobody came to his rescue
So he came to his bitter end
He pulled me close and said
They all stopped and stared
As I walked down the street alone
And nobody knew my name
Nobody knew my name
I said, young man I know where youre going
And young man I know where youve been
But Ive been in this land for a lifetime, it seems,
And Im never to come back again
No, Im never to come back again
So I turned and I gave him my blessing
And I left him alone in the rain
But I had to just stop and laugh at myself
Still nobody knows my name
Nobody knows my name
song performed by by Vertical Horizon
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