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Picture the scene.
"Hello, how are you?" "Well I'm green and yellow, Pinky blue." Dead alternative. "Oh then, please step right in To our nursery. Just pick a group That you can relate to, Now the grownups have gone." After the party is Over, my friend, There will be nothing you can Put your finger on. Just a parasol. |
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Palestine's a country
Or at least Used to be. Felahin, refugee (Kurdistan similarly) Need something to Build on Rather like The rest of us. Palestine's a country Or at least Used to be. Felahin, refugee (Deportees similarly) Need something to build on Rather like the rest of us Got. |
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| 3:51 |
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It takes a weekly packet
To keep the shrink in pocket It costs a pretty penny Just to stay afloat It takes a lot of lolly Trying to be jolly When the interest keeps mounting In the bank and in my person It takes a bit of doing Just feeling up to scratch It's work work work From dawn to dusk My id is raw My ego breaking From months of toil To separate my real self From its husk Everybody loves me Everyone but me It's costing cash to melt the ice I've sweated blood to hear I'm nice |
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A white house with a folly
A tower attached. On the side A hand painted saint (Lovingly painted) Peeps over a high wall Which surrounds the white house. His loving gaze Is interrupted By a line of broken glass Cemented On top of the high wall. The saint Lovingly dares The outsider, Or the stray cat, To intrude And recieve his loving blessing In loving lacerated Hands. |
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| 5:54 |
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Two nuns
On the sea shore Stand Apart from one another Black wood posts Mesmerised By the sea god One nun With human failings And weary legs Sinks to the sand And sits like a child A golden stripe appears On the western horizon A signal from the sea god That he understands Tiredness One staunch sister stays standing And the sun Sets |
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| 9. |
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What we call
Freedom in the north Means our freedom to Use you And if you don't co-operate We'll cut off your supply lines But You'll be free To re-connect If you beg our forgiveness You say I Over simplify Well yes, so did Albert Einstein There simply Is no middle ground Pentagon uber alles There never Was a middle ground That's the point I was making There's no such Place as middle ground (That's the point we were making) Left or Right of the equator |
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Trouble isn't my middle name,
Left in peace would make my day. You started the fire not me, Camouflaged in mystery. Plundering, murdering, Raiding coast to coast Good old days of gore, And now you tell me I should learn to deal with you all Bow to you and praise the Lords for Everything, everything You won for us. After all that was before, There weren't no amnesty International, Nobody to check you. Don't give me that 'polis' That 'rule of law'. |
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