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    thank for that :)
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    From touch to touch

    Each moment individual separate, never touching.
    A space, a breath, three sneezes, and a bless you.
    Pristinely rough, the challenge is that
    Nothing ever happens.
    Free and clear, nothing touches you,
    Nothings touching me.
    In golden light fading, we watch
    Our faces becoming drawn,
    Revealing parents and lizards and tigers inside.
    The heart is like cement.
    Oh so easy to get harder and harder,
    Until the only solution is to
    Take a sledgehammer to it,
    And smithereen it back into tenderness.
    Ive missed being here, its good being back,
    Although being forced back into the
    Digi world was unwelcome, here I is back in it.

    Lots of love, be strong and upright for the people
    Around you to be supported by.

    Andy

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    Thanks for that. Really hit…

    Thanks for that. Really hit home with a lot of stuff I've been going through. Now pass the Kleenex box please.

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    Dear Dennis

    Made me cry like a baby too. Beautifully written life experience.
    And Congratulations on your 40 yrs with your loved one! That's no small feat.

    Take care
    Joe

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    Slo Lettuce - Bangin' Away

    Hey Man, kiss off. First thing in the morning, not even a cup of coffee in me and now you got me crying like a baby. I don't need this.

    Thanks, that was really nice. Very true. This September will mark 40 years with my wife. Talk about a long strange trip :-)

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    Making Love

    Not a poem, but beautiful nonetheless:

    In the seventies, you and I called it "having sex" or just "doing it," and we did it wherever and whenever we could: in the shower, on an air mattress in a tent, in saggy beds in cheap motels.
    Somewhere in the eighties it became making love. Our honeymoon lovemaking was the best ever: in a real bed with no one to interrupt us. We were going to do this forever. In the nineties we did it on a schedule: calendars and thermometers and keeping track. After the babies, making love meant keeping promises. It was as routine as you putting on the suit and tie and shaving every morning, and me doing laundry and having dinner on the table every night.
    The babies grew up and left home.
    After 2005 making love was you saying I was beautiful even though I was vomiting and bald, and my skin was gray.
    In 2008 it was your turn. Sex was out of the question. Making love was me changing dressings and cleaning the drainage tubes as gently as I could.
    By 2012 making love was just this:
    lying beside you, our hands touching knuckle to knuckle;
    smiling and crying; letting the morphine do its job;
    saying good-bye.

    - T.M.

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    Pompeo erupted when told to hit the road. Korea will be m*a*s*h*d if Trump unlocks and unloads.
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    Feel For The Refugee (continued)
    Empathy is not pathologicalAs refugees run from the gangster’s wrath They support an aging demographical So immigration is a logical path. There’s a cost to Costa Rica When hunger hounds El Salvador Where’s the salvation for Guatemala In the clamor for our vice amor. We once beckoned with a beacon Now we behave so insecure When we grow older and weaken We will have wished more help were here. Our history has an oft whited bend As the land turns a little more brown Once natives were bled and branded red men But that’s past dark for those northern bound.
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    Women Rule
    Sadat with Begin and Gandhi ‘fore KingNations lost foundations to peace building But harmony isn’t how we or the world sing And blood’s still gushing like hot water springs. Bet on wise women for peace to have a chance Before the puppet does his shadow dance They addressed advantaged deviants’ advances Now give them a hand so each life enhances. Denigrated and denied for far too long Women aren’t playing good old boy songs Deeming to undo what the men did wrong Because man’s fighting unless doing bongs. Today’s woman will bring this cabal to tears Sweeping in souring deals ‘til the swamp clears Fair ladies will help to rebuff four gone years With a peace from justice and the touch to fear.
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    All true - immigrants are not the enemy.
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It's been 30 years nowSince I stood on the banks Of the little Antietam And heard the cannons roar And the whit of the rifle ball The grey smoke rising And the blue sky falling All I remember now Are the purple flowers glowing In the fading twilight As the sun's last rays Kissed the branches By the banks Of the little Antietam The leaves shook On the aspen trees But there was no breeze Spirit moved on the waters Sunset by the banks Of the little Antietam
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Steven Hawking, the Guardian, 5.15.11 : "There is no heaven..., that is a fairy story for people afraid of the dark." In reality, there is no matter, that is a fairy story for people afraid of the light.
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My research leads me to believe, "If you want to walk in the light,you can't be afraid of the dark."
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A lonesome whistle blowsFor the lost sailor Riding on the swells With Dolphins at the bow Come hither to our port A storm is brewing Nay, I shall stand against the waves Upon my rock And turn back the wind
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Traditional Ode To The Green Beret Fighting soldiers from the sky Fearless men who jump and die Men who mean just what they say The brave men of the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men we'll test today But only three win the Green Beret Trained to live, off nature's land Trained in combat, hand to hand Men who fight by night and day Courage deep, from the Green Beret Silver wings upon their chest These are men, America's best One hundred men we'll test today But only three win the Green Beret Back at home a young wife waits Her Green Beret has met his fate He has died for those oppressed Leaving her this last request Put silver wings on my son's chest Make him one of America's best He'll be a man they'll test one day Have him win the Green Beret
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spamming all these folks lovely poems!!!!!!!!! grrrrrrrrrrr********************************** I am not young enough to know everything. Oscar Wilde
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The Trappers Way back in 1821 I was hired as a corporate gun The Ashley firm was out for a profit And Beaver fur was hot on the market I was young and green as they go A farmboy from the sticks of "Hio" With shot and powder and a handful of traps,they said: Go get 'em boys we ain't got any maps Well they call me the Trapper Each days a new chapter They call me the Trapper And the stars are my rafters The beaver fur they call it a "plew" All I know's I got somethin' to do Fifty weeks of paying my dues Till I hit the Rendezvous For two weeks with a bottle of whiskey And Native girls who want to get frisky Gambling the night away There's time to work and a time to play They call us the Trappers Who live for the laughter They call us the Trappers Flirtin' with diaster I've seen Buffalo fill the plain Watched the wolves howl in the rain Guided the wagon trains to gold It never gets old They call us the Trappers And that's all that matters
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this happpened, Hope it's not too bad. Mr. Hyde You consume me You illume me But Lord knows it ain't right what you're doing to me I want to laugh I want to dance I want to hold you in my arms and make romance What's that you say ? It's not the same ? Did you think that this was just a game ? Guess all those things That you said Were just more lies so I would be miss-led chorus But I'll keep holding on Even though I know you're gone And just a memory to me now And someday I will love again Someday I will find a friend To heal the heart that you cut out
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Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim7/28/11 Well Slick Willie and Cowboy Jim They crossed roads one day Ducking the wind The city slicker and the good ol' redneck They broke out the cards and they Shuffled the deck Cowboy cut and Willie dealt out a hand Cowboy Jim was quick to Take command He raised the pot and said I'll take three Before I put you out of your misery Willie smiled and said If you please He had a pair of Jacks and one up his sleeve He raised the pot again and Just took two Said: "Hey Cowboy, it's up to you." chorus: Let the games begin And don't let cheating hearts lead you to sin Just play your daily hand And let each day make you a better man Now Cowboy bluffed the first time around Cause he's been hopin' for a Big night on the town But now he's sittin' with a pair of Queens And thinkin' that he might Just lose his dream But then he gambled and said: "I'm all in" Go big or go home I'm here to win Cause life can change in the blink of an eye And leave you wishin' for The things you can't buy Now Jim's "all in" is chump change to Willie He thought that country boy was Just actin' silly But at the moment he reached for his sleeve The wind picked up and he Let out a sneeze And when the dust cleared he looked on the ground For the third Jack the Cowboy Had found Cowboy said: "I'll give you three steps to run" Before I break out my Fancy six-gun And drop that cash while you run if you please Or I'll put bullets into Both your knees Let the games begin And don't let cheatin' hearts lead you to sin Just play your daily hand And let each day make you a better man
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The deconstructionOf the human personality Rarely feels pleasant But it does Reveal character. She takes her sun dress Down to the tailor. I see no difference Between success and failure. If I have managed to elude The necessity to win or lose It's because I choose; To; Pick up my pencil and draw Pay no attention to the obvious flaws; Or you may miss the line That reveals The grand design. A 3d mandala in motion, Consisting of harmony Forever maintained There is no right place For this emotion I'll just end up Swallowing it again. Whether I pour Paint in the fountain, or glue; It all still comes up right, In a gusher of light, Sun splattered; Me & you.
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Bob Marley Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight Preacher man don't tell me Heaven is under the earth I know you don't know What life is really worth It's not all that glitters is gold Half the story has never been told So now you see the light Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, stand up for your rights Get up, stand up, don't give up the fight Most people think Great good will come from the skies Take away everything And make everybody feel high But if you know what life is worth You would look for yours on earth And now you've seen the light You stand up for your rights Get up, stand up (yeah, yeah) Stand up for your rights (oh) Get up, stand up (get up stand up) Don't give up the fight (life is your right) Get up stand up (so we can't give up the fight) Stand up for your right (lord lord) Get up, stand up (people struggling on) Don't give up the fight (yeah) We're sick and tired of your ism-schism game To die and go to heaven in Jesus' name We know and understand Almighty God is a living man You can fool some people sometimes But you can't fool all the people all the time And now we've seen the light (What you gonna do) We gonna stand up for our rights Get up, stand up Stand up for you rights Get up, stand up Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Stand up for your rights Get up, stand up Don't give up the fight
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When it's perfectPerfectly perfect Perfectly perfectly clear That's how I know I can trust it; When it's perfect Perfectly perfect, That's how I know it is You; And I open up the door. Stand up tall, and Let it all go By. Take a stand Make a stand And hold your ground. Spiritual warrior In a war in which You have no part But impartial observer. For no reason, do Love, for there is no reason to Love. Now it is perfect Perfectly perfect Perfectly perfectly clear Time to relax It is in good hands The rule of Love has cut a path shown a way endured, when all else fell away. It's the perfect The perfectly perfect The perfectly perfectly clear Which is all that remains. It's perfect It's perfectly perfect It's perfectly perfectly clear No more doors or walls or celings or floors It's perfectly clear We are all brothers and sisters from here.
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Intense sunlightstreaming through a bulb of red nectar reacts laser-like with the thrumming green wings of a hummingbird about to dine. But is this moment manufactured?
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My girlfriend does this thing whereshe bites her own tongue, and hard which results in her jaw ......................................dropping and jutting forward. ......................................This radical countenance shift ......................................is commonly accompanied by ......................................a sonic phenomena that mixes ......................................the onset of a grunt with ......................................the departure of a squeal. ......................................It's the happiest sound I know, so I call the whole thing her monkey face. A few days ago I did a bad thing. We were talking about her monkey face when I added an adjective—ugly— which I promptly revised into distorted but she's pretty quick about these things. After she nailed me for the lingual slip we laughed about it, which was good since we had both been ready an hour before to call an end to the relationship. We had forgotten for a time how to listen. Over the next several days I considered the inquietude of modifiers and realized I never got to finish: "when compared to conventional notions of truth and beauty." But these are culture bound contradictions; I get to experience Aeden's love unchained. Her feral ferocity incites my primate primal; her monkey face the most beautiful I know.
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If you've felt it, then you do not know love. If you've known it then you do not know love. If you've dreamt it then you do not know love. The state of my being is not love, it is not anything, for I am existing in a state of being, surrounded by these ideals. The animals know of love, for they surround each other, and protect their own. As humans, we are not capable of love, not until our dying days, when we are holding the hand of the person that we've spent our lives with, man or woman, can we understand what it is like to truly love someone. The sky holds the knowledge, the clouds hold the rain, the rain holds life, and with life comes love. You cannot teach or learn love. Relationships are prisons, one trapped within the other. Only when the birds are free to roam the sky's and sing their songs will they be happy, the feathers will fall to the earth where they will return, singing their love songs to each other to find a mate, to find the bird with the most attractive colors, the beautiful voice, the one with the alluring dance. I am a crow. I am black, I have seen death, I have seen life, my call is ruthless, yet I have no hope for love - I will return my feathers to the earth, when the earth will also be black, with my heart, and I will rejoice in the song of the winds, bringing me back home, to be reborn into a phoenix with an ember in my heart, a spark, a flame, in hopes to one day hear a song sung for me, until that day, I will fly through the ash with my black feathers, hoping to hear the words again ~ Love
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Hey now, Happy 10-19-1974 !!! Can someone please post the poem about the Dead at winterland.....it was over one of the pictures of the October '74 run at Winterland in the book, The Official Book of the Deadheads........ Its a great little poem........ Thanks, Chris
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I think your comments are more often poetry.
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We don't need your steeenking HalloweenWe don't need you steeenking pumpkins We don't need no steeenking hobgoblins We especially don't need your, steenking Harvest Moon!
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i am different because i am the samei am myself through all that iv changed growth an learning remains the constant goal still at times i lose the will to self control letting go taking hold hiding the pain so nobody knows caring for others beyond my self healing within for greater self wealth seeing the light in darkness of night, the moon a dry mirror in the sky reflecting the light from the divine knowing myself as you and i , i bless our hearts together we are better and shall not depart we mustnt fracture without each other our lives scatter into a fractal of suffering pain only together can we change must refrain from letting go always trusting though we never know time is slow as its fast nows today till its passed like the cycle of a tree our souls the roots our lives the leaves to spring to life, buds that burst to bloom always knowing, to die and fall is our doom our thoughts looming, we cherish our seed knowing that someday they will be more trees just like these only better with our blessings i know they will get there Namaste <3
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clothed in tatters thoughts sent scatteredgrace where did you go? one is the lonely one is the part one is the plenty at one with the heart how did we get here where do we go theres so many questions i wish to know many the answer and many do lie the cost of life is all of us die all too often not asking why but theres an answer although it hides so we seek an so we climb to reach the answer deep down inside they call it nirvana the practice of zen, call it the knowing of now is still then yet were moving forward, the cycle of more the gleaming light beyond the door looking for the key to when all my problems are never again
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Of all these words our sorrows plight,The dark begins to fade the light.. When our madness reigns supreme, And all our life it seems a dream.. Trust in faith, inside we dwell.. A light no shadows dark may dispel. The fire's glow, grows faint again. An empty feeling spilling in.. Only love can fill that hole. It's up to us to keep control. Why we wonder of this light? Why the darkness tries to fight? all the answers are within.. of the truth we've always been. It's all with reason and something looms It is our glory+ not our doom-
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run to the river, let it call us to the seawhere we may find some comfort, possibly under the rainbow where my love lay all of tomorrow mixed with today gentle the rhythm calls out to me graces my fingers with long lost memory now is the time that always has been release hold and let your love pour in its only a dream if nothings as it seems how are we here and where have we been where are we going, will we be let in all this time spent wondering many the way of becoming many the parts, many the cycles all with reason, all that we fight through the striving to be the yearning to see life a chance we behold as each of our stories unfold each setting sun rising as one through the doubts, loss an pain brings light to wonder, the unbroken chain everything just as should be including you inside of we
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Wishing well with a golden bell Bucket hanging clear to hell Cast a coin an fall to rhyme Find yourself by losing time Wonder why and fall some more You came to knock now open the door An look inside another world to play and hide All across the universe so many separate tones Can not be forced but come in time All in all at one in the mind As seconds pass into days The futures lost in doubtful haze Realization striking in All that’s now and all that’s been All is one and moving forward The upward spiral of cosmic order The border of the seen and unseen Clearer each day only realization Unwinds the minds maze But such a cost The more we wonder the less we find Realizing singularity the soul divine
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I dreamed I saw the President last nightHe was dressed in a greasemonkey's outfit A gray shirt with the Jiffy Lube logo embroidered in crimson over his heart opposite which stitched in script was Barry In my dream Barry was saying he hoped I changed my oil every three thousand miles My thinking then turned to the speed of light six hundred seventy million six hundred sixteen thousand six hundred twenty nine miles per hour both as particle and wave Barry kept saying how vital it was an oil change regime every three thousand miles while particles cruise by at light speed I find my mind inclined to do the math But Barry was saying he had a scheme a box bet and we were at the dog track waiting for a window where he wagers six dollars on three picks win place and show Barry calls it a Tyrant Trifecta I see his logo is pulsating red his name tag unravels and restitches itself as Barack Hussein Obama Saddam Hussein Osama bin Laden Muammar Gaddafi a string of names sliding and slipping into each other like serpents threading their way through a skull I want to run and hide but my feet sink in wet cement the Chinese Theatre a red carpet rolling out to greet me cameras flashing blinding white lightning Barry is at a podium saying how liberating freedom and democracy blood and oil schemes and dreams hope and change capital gains lubricate the virginal century like vaseline once you get the sand out corporate handouts keep islands afloat Against this rising tide you all shall drift rudderless into default's decaying ruins singing tunes like hallelujah bum again And thus from history's nightmare I awake
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Wind at her backshe needs no urging the road falls away no match for her motivation inspired she, driven onward the determination within lit with a fire burns brightly without end goals will be met there is no try inspired runner will not be denied golden pony-tail bounce so hypnotic captivating in it's motion
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Yeah, posting from this phone is more a pita then it is worth, but it is nice to have no internet on my pc, it makes a better daw that way. Love to you and to all,"Let the words be yours"
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There's no internetIt's easy if you try Well, I wasn't really going anywhere with that. Post any way that you can, Andy, pita, Wonder Bread, whatever works!
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Nick Flynn's apiarypoetry gave me hives his bee verse collected grains of golden pollen lodge deep within dermis irritate subcutaneously like a freshly inked tattoo urgent craving scratching the needle the stinger the stung
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…and was…but will not be again. No one saw the train leave the station Just heard about it over the radio Read about it over the internet The Kentucky bluegrass bent Bourbon not its best son But someone called Bear Master Illusionist Grand Experimenter A cowboy riding onward pushed by the dry desert winds to the Curious Dreamtime Say hello for me to the nut that drove the Bus To the one who ran FURTHUR To the one who made the rusty strings shine See ya down the Golden Road, Bear!
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Where the octopi occupy the sky..........there I'll pitch my tent ..........pay no landlord rent protest tentacles occlude horizons My occupation must be occasional ..........as a sensational ..........seasonal occult An occurrence occidental to itself
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Them crazy, them crazyWe gonna chase those crazy Baldheads out of town Chase those crazy baldheads Out of town I and I build a cabin I and I plant the corn Didn't my people before me Slave for this country Now you look me with a scorn Then you eat up all my corn We gonna chase those crazy baldheads Chase them crazy Chase those crazy baldheads out of town Build your penitentiary, we build your schools Brainwash education to make us the fools Hate is your reward for our love Telling us of your God above We gonna chase those crazy Chase those crazy bunkheads Chase those crazy baldheads out of town Here comes the conman Coming with his con plan We won't take no bribe, we got stay alive We gonna chase those crazy Chase those crazy baldheads Chase those crazy baldheads out of town
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Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?)Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin (Where is he found?) In the coffin where there is Three crows on top and two is laughing Oh, what a confusion! Ooh, yeah, yeah! What a botheration! Ooh, now, now! Who is Mr Brown? I wanna know now! He is nowhere to be found From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around, Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town, Asking for Mr Brown From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around, Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town, Asking for Mr Brown I wanna know who (is Mr Brown)? Is Mr Brown controlled by remote? O-o-oh, calling duppy conqueror, I'm the ghost-catcher! This is your chance, oh big, big Bill bull-bucka, Take your chance! Prove yourself! Oh, yeah! Down in parade People runnin like a masquerade The police make a raid, But the - oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah The thing get fade What a thing in town Crows chauffeur-driven around, Skankin' as if they had never known The man they call "Mr Brown" I can't tell you where he's from now From Mandeville to Slygoville, coffin runnin' around, Upsetting, upsetting, upsetting the town, Asking for Mr Brown From Mandeville to Slygoville
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Gimme that gimme thatGimme that thing Or if you ain't want to I'm crawling back to my cave If it takes two to tango It always Takes one to know One He said to noone If too many have too few And too few have too many There's gonna be some changes come So gimme that gimme that Gimme that big fat thing
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I'm a regular joethat's what I got I live in the park I sleep in a lot If you look at my life, It ain't too hot So I drink til I'm drunk Then I just don't stop I'm a regular joe That's all I got If you look at my life It ain't so hot So I drink til I'm drunk And then I just don't stop
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The clock is ticking My finger is slipping And I'm just itching To drop my load Down in Pakistan Then head back to Afganistan Want to be home in Indieann Got my orders from above Mitt's got a hair trigger finger And I'm taking no prisoners Down in Pakistan Down in Pakistan Down in Pakistan
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For mom and god and apple pieWe'll rule the land the sea and sky Thanks we gave To still be alive Today we march 10 klicks times five Kick the shit out of those ragheads, laddies You know they are the baddies Non-believers are they So we'll take their countrys' away For dad and jesus and turkey We'll deny the high ground And take their artillery We'll stomp out their poppy (And you can bet we won't be sloppy) Kick the shit out of those ragheads, laddies You know they are the baddies Non-believers are they We'll take their countrys' away Boo-Yah! Boo-Yah! Boo-Yah!!! Ode to the US Special Forces attacking Pakistan through Afghanistan, Thanksgiving Day 2011
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SOS-Abandon ship, All is lost,It has come to this, to be Thrown on the deck to Flippy flop freak, til I'm dead. Wonder why the wave came And washed it all away For a bit, now eyes seek The horizon line. I know the next wave Is gonna be the best one SOS-Abandon ship All is lost, it's come to this Mark the world Null and Void Before you turn off the lights, And lock the door.
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God's Mountain Welcome to God's mountain We're the human race King of all the animals Floating into space Come and join the party And sorry 'bout the mess There's this thing called money So we foul up our nest Seven billion children Who need to get along To lay down all their guns And put away their bombs To find whatever's broken And fix whatever's wrong To shake each other's hand And fill the world with song My friend said "don't you worry" If it seems too late And if you knew what lies ahead You wouldn't hesitate To put an end to hunger And stop the need for war Take care of all God's creatures Love what you're living for Survival of the fittest It's only for the beast The best things always come When everyone enjoys the feast
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Whatever you need toTell yourself, baby To make it all go away Whatever you need to Tell yourself To make it all seem okay Lies, lies, it all comes back to Lies, lies, they swarm you Like flies. Lies, lies I see through your disguise Whatever you need to Tell yourself baby To make it all seem okay Whatever you need to say Lies, lies, there's no place left to hide.
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What is right for youIs right with you Right here and now In every now, if you can see Through the static and Filter out the spam It becomes automatic the instant realization Of Truth and Love. Free of illusion Love is Everywhere
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kettle, I could neverThink anything bad about you Anyway, it was just That one night It was just that one time I put my fingers in your hair You were grinning ear to ear It was just that one night It was just that one time But I can still see your eyes My little kettle of fish
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Amidst falling fall leavesSwirling in cool breezes The child sees no chore Or working extra to pay coming fuel bills A child sees a comfortable place For rolling and tumbling And looks with curious wonder At the neighbor next door An old man retired With nothing to do Every nice day he rakes those leaves and piles up plastic bags That the child uses as another playground. Grey clouds and cold Bring a worrying look From the Old Man But the child sees Another day of miracle and wonder With no burden of time passing
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You can't depend on your familyYou can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence You can't depend on a god You can only depend on one thing You need a Busload of Faith to get by You can depend on the worst always happening You can depend on a murderer's drive You can bet that if he rapes somebody there'll be no problem having a child And you can bet that if she aborts it Pro-Lifers will attack her with rage You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by You can't depend on the goodly hearted The goodly hearted made lampshades and soap You can't depend on the Sacrament no Father, no Holy Ghost You can't depend on any churches unless there's a real estate you want to buy You can't depend on the air You can't depend on a wise man You can't find them because they're not there You can depend on cruelty crudity of thought and sound You can depend on the worst always happening You need a Busload of Faith to get by
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Always advance advice alluringlyBeware becoming boredom's beholder Contemplate clams cartwheeling carelessly Dispense dandelions dancing defiantly Eliminate envy eventually Facilitate frogs fleeing fricasseeing Gift genuinely gaudy garlands Help honor holy homelessness Improvise inhaling invisible ink Judge Judy Jetson judiciously Keep knowledge's knowing karmic Let luminous lemmings lead Make municipal munificence mandatory Never nurture neo-nastiness Observe other odd opinions Plant perennial pleasure patches Question quirky quantum qualities Resist reacting really rashly Soul suicide saves society Take time to think Use understanding until untroubled Volunteer volatility's vigorous vibrations Wander wherever wilderness withers Xenophobically x-ray Xmas xylophones Yearn your yonder years Zig zag zany zeitgeist
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soft honey feathersmaple flame and gently sink again Miles flickers in languid float pillow soak pink coils in whiskey coat fingers in fur til infinity ends
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How does it feel to beOne of the beautiful people? Now that you know who you are. What do you want to be? And have you traveled very far? Far as the eyes can see How does it feel to be One of the beautiful people? How often have you been there? Often enough to know What did you see when you were there? Nothing that doesn't show Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man too You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo What a thing to do Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man too How does it feel to be One of the beautiful people? Tuned to a natural E Happy to be that way Now that you've found another key What are you going to play? Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man too You keep all your money in a big brown bag inside a zoo What a thing to do Baby, baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man too Baby you're a rich man Baby you're a rich man Baby, baby you're a rich man too (fade out)