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Revolver

His spit is worth more than her work
Pass tha purse to the pugilists
Hes a prizefighter
He bought rings and he owns kin
And now hes swingin
And now hes the champion
Hey revolver, dont mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver
A spotless domain
Hides festering hopes shes certain thres more
Pictures of fields without fences
Her body numbs as he approaches the door
Hey revolver, dont mothers make
Good fathers ?
Revolver

song performed by by Rage Against The Machine
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Thats When I Reach For My Revolver

Once I had my heroes
Once I had my dreams
But all of that is changed now
The truth begins again
The truth is not that comfortable, no
Mother taught us patience
The virtues of restraint
Father taught us boundaries
The knowledge we must go
Im trying to protect my unity
Thats when I reach for my revolver
Thats when it all gets blown away
Thats when I reach for my revolver
The spirit passes by this way
A friend of mine once told me
His one and only aim
To build a giant castle
And in it sign his name
Sign it with complete community
Thats when I reach for my revolver
Thats when it all gets blown away
Thats when I reach for my revolver
The spirit passes by this way
Now that the sky is empty
And that is nothing new
Instead they look upon us
When they tell me
That were nothing
I say!
Thats when I reach for my revolver
Thats when it all gets blown away
Thats when I reach for my revolver
The spirit passes by this way
Thats when I reach for my revolver
Thats when it all gets blown away
Thats when I reach for my revolver
The spirit passes by this way

song performed by by Moby
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Over With A Revolver

It's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

Closure too so many traumatic events.
From the mountain into the great valley is the descent.
The weight is so heavy.
Yet I'm still dragging it.
Sooner or latter we all have let it go.
And this time it is all I know.

Such devotion has been through such a roller coaster ride.
An ocean tells me secrets of making a disposal.
Time to get rid of the time when you made your proposal.
An identity I must hide.
Let smoke and mirrors reflect the biggest lie.
An illusion within the eyes.

It's already over.
It's already over.
Oh my god it's already over.
Revolver in hand so steady.
Oh my god I'm so ready.
All I can see a bulls eye right above your head.
Trust me when I say your dead.
Snuff out before you even know what's going on.
An absence of all emotion.

I blame no one.
I blame everyone.
A fault can not be defined by a single event.
An preposterous idea that it was something that you could prevent.
The poison was already in my system.
It spoke in demon tongues.
A evil energy already breathing among the living.
My heart was already gone.

The tears will never fall again.
A mother is cradling a already forgotten grave.
The death to the foolish moth willing to enter flame.
A forsaken child of god is one that does not know he has sinned.
A sentence of unknown hurt and pain.
An experience of the insane.
He sits upon the killing fields with bloody hands.
For him this is no game and it will have no easy ending.

poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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A Gun

A revolver has been blasted and cried for its purpose,
Bullets are boosted into the super still sky, how disastrous!
The guns commit selfish acts due on the day they conceive,
Then they beget and discuss another life, another day to achieve.

A gun is common among the young and dangerous
For they disbelieve in nightmare and dreams: apparatus.
Your gun is safe but thieves perform a stampede
On the young at living, the very youth, the canopied.

When it blasted your hair, it considered a target
On the other side, a man must live by a century
And he is me, the very one who stamped a bullet
In the heart of his enemy, the gods are with ability.

I can not fetch the revolver or the gun,
It is generous I believe, the gun is to be begun.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Just Behind The Clock

an old man sits alone in a chair,
with a revolver and a book.
thinking about children gone,
and branches that diverged.
thinking about women lost,
in the aisles of churches, and department stores.
thinking about hours burned,
under the hot lamp of striving.
scratching his name on the cover of the book,
he closed his eyes to dream.
yet somehow couldnt get rid of the taste
of children's pajamas,
the smell of the perfume
of kitchens...
and the light in those eyes
he never noticed before,
that he was always too busy to tend...
the clock struck three as he drifted off,
and the revolver fell to the floor.
war ribbons hung on his wedding picture,
just behind the clock!

poem by Eric Cockrell
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I think a good gift for the president would be a chocolate revolver. And since he's so busy, you'd probably have to run up to him and hand it to him.

Jack Handey in Deep Thoughts
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Mothers Always Want Theirs Sons To Be Happy

mothers always want their sons to be happy
and so even if they marry someone
whom their fathers dislike
it is always them who settle for a compromise
and tell fathers to be flexible sometimes
not to hurt the hearts of sons

but sometimes when sons want something else
that only mothers understand
something that fathers cannot really compromise
mothers still compromise
and walk a mile farther
just to make their sons happy
and their sons leave them
to places that only mothers
by their loving hearts
know.

only mothers, yes only mothers,
and no one else.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Fathers Eyes

I may not be every mothers dream for her little girl,
And my face may not grace the mind of everyone in the world.
But thats all right, as long as I can have one wish I pray:
When people look inside my life, I want to hear them say,
Shes got her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that find the good in things,
When good is not around;
Eyes that find the source of help,
When help just cant be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
And on that day when we will pay for all the deeds we have done,
Good and bad theyll all be had to see by everyone.
And when youre called to stand and tell just what you saw in me,
More than anything I know, I want your words to be,
She had her fathers eyes,
Her fathers eyes;
Eyes that found the good in things,
When good was not around;
Eyes that found the source of help,
When help would not be found;
Eyes full of compassion,
Seeing every pain;
Knowing what youre going through,
And feeling it the same.
Just like my fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.
My fathers eyes,
My fathers eyes,
Just like my fathers eyes.

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Daughters

I know a girl
She puts the color inside of my world
But she's just like a maze
Where all of the walls all continually change
And I've done all I can
To stand on her steps with my heart in my hand
Now I'm starting to see
Maybe it's got nothing to do with me
Fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Oh, you see that skin?
It's the same she's been standing in
Since the day she saw him walking away
Now she's left
Cleaning up the mess he made
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too
Boys, you can break
You'll find out how much they can take
Boys will be strong
And boys soldier on
But boys would be gone without warmth from
A woman's good, good heart
On behalf of every man
Looking out for every girl
You are the god and the weight of her world
So fathers, be good to your daughters
Daughters will love like you do
Girls become lovers who turn into mothers
So mothers, be good to your daughters too

song performed by by John Mayer
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Dear Sweet Filthy World

Dear sweet filthy world, my wife or whoever reads this
I think that Ive lived too long
With all of my promise unfulfilled
But there is a veil drawn over all of that
I know youll probably say, spare us the melodrama
I dont know how he chose the pills or the stupid revolver
Im out of luck
Im not that strong
My hands, your neck
I might have wrung
Dont try to find me
Im not worth anything anymore
I am not leaving you with all of your problems
The biggest one is me
Life is dark
Cold as the sea
Embrace me in my anguish
Put seaweed in my hair and vow that you wont cry because
Ive gone
I cant go on, I cant go on, I cant go on
I must close now

song performed by by Elvis Costello
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There's no single movement out there. It's not like in the '60s, when Revolver came out and that's just it for the next year.

quote by Sean Lennon
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Family of War

Every morning I awake I fall to my knees and pray.
God, please make the war in Iraq come to end.
There are too many fathers and sons come home
in pine boxes. There are too many mothers and daughters
doing the same. Leaving behind fathers and sons mothers
and daughter with a last memory of them waving goodbye.
There is too much blood and tears of fathers and sons mothers
and daughters being shed all in the name of peace.
God please let our leaders see how many families are dying
and that war can never bring peace. Only love can.
This prayer is my gun and God you’re the bullet I’m shooting
to end this Family of War.

poem by Lore Me34
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Revolver

Small groove thing invades my veins
Soul deserts and leaves this chain
Here shes coming to me
Revolver excludes this community
Small groove thing take off my chains
Hoover will soften my pain
Here shes coming to you
Floating on a white caribou
Small groove thing invades my veins
Soul deserts and leaves this chain
Small groove thing take off my chains
Hoover will soften my pain
Here shes coming to me
Revolver excludes this community
Here shes coming to you
Floating on a white caribou

song performed by by Hooverphonic
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Shes Too Good For Me

She dont like to hear me sing
She dont want no diamond ring
She dont want to drive my car
She wont let me go that far
She dont like the way I look
She dont like the things I cook
She dont like the way I play
She dont like the things I say
But oh the games we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me
She dont like the jokes I make
She dont like the drugs I take
She dont like the friends I got
She dont like my friends a lot
She dont like the clothes I wear
She dont like the way I stare
She dont like the tales I tell
She dont like the way I smell
But oh the game we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me
Would she prefer it if I washed myself more often than I do
Would she prefer it if I took her to an opera or two
I could distort myself to be the perfect man
She might prefer me as I am
She dont want to meet my folks
She dont want to hear my jokes
She dont want to fix my tie
She dont even want to try
She dont like the books I read
She dont like the way I feed
She dont want to save my life
She dont want to be my wife
But oh the games we play
Shes too good for me
Shes too good for me

song performed by by Sting
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Rich Kid

Shes a rich kid
She wears diamond rings
Knows how to walk
Knows everything
About love, shes not too sure
What shes looking for
Fresh from the woods
Out on the street
Shes looking good
Looking so neat
She dont know if she should
cause she dont know
If shes bad or good
She dont care if it
Hurts her father
She dont care if it
Breaks her mother
She dont care anymore
She just wants what
Shes never had before
All she wants is love, shes ready
She wants love
And shes gonna get it
All she needs is love
Shes gotta have it, someone to love
All she wants is love, shes ready
Gotta have love, shell get it
All she needs is love
Shes never had it, someone to love
She was a school boys dream
High school queen
She had it all when she was sixteen
Stayed away from boys
cause she thought shed get hurt
Why did she listen to
Her mothers words
Couldnt go out
Had to stay home
And how she hated
Being on her own
She needs love like everybody else
Now shes gonna
Get some for herself
All she wants is love, shes ready
She wants love
And shes gonna get it
All she needs is love
Shes gotta have it, she needs love
All she wants is love, shes ready
She wants love
And shes gonna get it
All she needs is love
Shes gotta have it, someone ...

song performed by by Uriah Heep
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His one superiority over me is that he can drop a swallow or a skylark with his revolver at fifty yards while I should probably miss an elephant at the same distance.

Axel Munthe in The Story of San Michele (1929)
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Online II

Unmarried fathers,
Unmarried mothers,
And, children are born left and right! !
But, who is now online?

Babies,
With unmarried fathers and unmarried mothers;
Babies,
With married fathers and married mothers;
But, this issue is now investigated with care,
Because, other accessibilities are now found at various locations!

poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My whole life experience feeds into my writing. I think that must be true for every writer. Clearly the Army and combat were major influences; just the same, you need to understand that many of the writers we have now couldn't load a revolver.

quote by Gene Wolfe
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Mistrust

The mistrust spread over the world
Where does it first unfurl
From what cocoon does it uncurl
Do fathers mistrust mothers
Do mothers mistrust fathers
Do fathers mistrust sons
Do mothers mistrust daughters
Do we trust our own selves
If trust is not found at home
If mistrust is the legacy of home
Then what hope have we
That trust will be
Born into this place
Love of self and self alone
Brings to us this bone of mistrust
And enfleshes to its birth.

7/5/2009

poem by Claude H Oliver II
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Quick as lightning Wild Bill pulled his revolver. The stranger fell dead, shot through the brain.

quote by Buffalo Bill
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Poem (‘It Doesn’t Look Like A Finger...’)

It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather of broken glass
It doesn’t look like something to eat it looks like something eaten
It doesn’t look like an empty chair it looks like an old woman
searching in a heap of stones
It doesn’t look like a heap of stones it looks like an estuary where
the drifting filth is swept to and fro on the tide
It doesn’t look like a finger it looks like a feather with broken teeth
The spaces between the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a revolver it looks like a convolvulus
It doesn’t look like a living convolvulus it looks like a dead one
KEEP YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY FRIENDS USE THEM ON
YOUR BITCHES OR
YOURSELVES BUT KEEP THEM OFF MY FRIENDS
The faces between the stones are made of bone
It doesn’t look like an eye it looks like a bowl of rotten fruit
It doesn’t look like my mother in the garden it looks like my father
when he came up from the sea covered in shells and tangle
It doesn’t look like a feather it looks like a finger with broken wings
It doesn’t look like the old woman’s mouth it looks like a handful
of broken feathers or a revolver buried in cinders
The faces beneath the stones are made of stone
It doesn’t look like a broken cup it looks like a cut lip
It doesn’t look like yours it looks like mine
BUT IT IS YOURS NOW
SOON IT WILL LOOK LIKE YOURS
AND ANYTHING YOU SEE WILL BE USED AGAINST YOU

London Bulletin, No. 2 (May 1938), 7.

poem by Hugh Sykes Davies
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Related quotes

Thats When I Reach For My Revolver

Over With A Revolver

A Gun

Just Behind The Clock

Mothers Always Want Theirs Sons To Be Happy

Fathers Eyes

Daughters

Dear Sweet Filthy World

Family of War

Revolver

Shes Too Good For Me

Rich Kid

Online II

Mistrust

Poem (‘It Doesn’t Look Like A Finger...’)

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