1. |
Fares have gone up
02:12
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FARES HAVE GONE UP
Bus fares have gone up love,
you say 3(d) but you mean 4 (n-p)
No, that was yesterday today it’s more
You can’t buy my bus and it’s not yours to sell
but you’ve gone and done it how, I can’t tell?
No, it use to be four (d) it’s gone up to 5(n-p) sorry love I want to oblige it used to be four (d)
but now it’s 5(n-p)
The corporation have gone to the top
private enterprise have bought the lot
Salford, Rochdale, Oldham and Shaw
even in Wigan a fare rise we saw
Three to the Junction you know the one?
aye, I do, but not for three where you got on
You know, next to the bridge, that’s the one
Aye, I do, But the fares gone up for every one
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2. |
In a word
00:58
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IN A WORD
In a word
I see
the Truth
In a word
I see
the lie
In a word
we all
should live
In a word
we all
must ...
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3. |
Heather
01:58
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HEATHER
Oh! Heather if thou could only know the love
That flows from within my heart
the love your Mother felt
as from her womb you did depart
Your small illuminating light
that shone upon that special night
when the helpful lady could only say
“Yes. She’s perfect she’s alright
Oh! Heather I eagerly wait
upon your every need
either in your sleep
or when you feed
For your very existence within my life
has brought to me a radiant light
bursting forth into my mind
making me grateful for Love, Divine
How could you have known
I was waiting for you?
Waiting to share my life
with you
I thank you for bringing close to me
the great new life that few can see
for in your young and humble way
you have made me aware of God’s new day
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4. |
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I CRY FOR THE SOULS OF OUR WORLD
I cry for the souls of our world where innocent men and women suffer along with boy and girl, where the spiritual teaching is don’t take life don’t kill. Where all religion, philosophy agree I shouldn’t murder you nor you me.
The state use to shoot, hang or jail those whom disagreed with a call to arms, enforced by legal decree. No, I’m no coward. I would fight to save another’s life. I would stop the enemy from hurting me and mine, but that is my choice free from human law, religious view or the spiritual divine that blindly echo's right from wrong.
I cry for mans inhumanity to man. I cry when people think they do God’s work by killing themselves and as many others as they can. We are all cousins, Brothers, sisters, capable of great love and compassion to our fellow man.
Argue, debate, with love not hate give space to other thoughts, give dignity and escape to another’s view of good and fate. Life is short for you you and me, life is short for us. We cannot prove an after life, no one comes back , no one does.
It is a matter of faith, belief and if they think their’s is true and point a gun at you until you submit and say yes it’s true. What cost is it to the world of men if it can’t look after the guy under it’s own hat.
And leave alone those who are content peaceful and relaxed and of you, nothing they ask. Love every one but I don’t have to like them. I’m not a coward and will pick up that gun but I would rather say “hello let’s have some fun” for after all we are basically the same, as one.
But still I cry for the souls of our world.
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5. |
Hobo
02:33
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HOBO
I’ve traveled the road nearly all of my life
I don’t want for anything and I don’t need your wife.
I get what I need, Lord, I need what I get
and I’m thankful most truly to know who I am.
I’ve no time for trouble I’ve no time to hate
I gave up the morals that tie you all down
a free soul harms no one and accepts his mistakes
with no pride to hurt me I can turn from your gate
My thoughts are so simple they always offend
you’re dying with ulcers for you cheat your best friend dishonesty you need for your adulterous life
no wonder you hate me it’s just part of your mind.
You reluctantly throw me a coin of the realm
I smile and I grovel I won’t let you down
it makes you feel better though it’s done with a frown
but it’s all that I beg some food for my stomach
some peace in my head.
But a man’s never alone with the stars overhead
with the thoughts of his journeys and where he’ll be fed but come the summer time and you’ll have to agree it’s my free wandering life that makes you jealous of me
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6. |
Gwynedd & John
01:55
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GWYNEDD & JOHN
I’ll tell you a story about Gwynedd and John
a young courtin’ couple and real head strong
went out one day to do their own thing
and Gwynedd came back with a diamond ring
solid silver, woman’s delight, bachelor’s fright.
“Gwynedd” said John, “I don’t want to be rude
we’ve got to save some money, I know it sounds crude” “John” said Gwynedd, “we’ll do alright
just tighten up your belt and we’ll save over night.
“Gwynedd” said John, “I feel quite a sight
I got very hungry with my belt up tight”.
“John” said Gwynedd, “You’re looking very well
a slimmer-thinner girdle couldn’t do so well.
Well you know they’re both millionaires
everyone said you’ve got to move away from here
London, England you should be
so they packed up their bikes and went to see the Queen.
Now you know they never have a care
got a little house just full of little bairns (children)
a nicer young couple I bet you’ll never meet
you can hear the happy patter of tiny, little, feet.
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7. |
A cafe meal
01:38
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A CAFE MEAL
The girl eats what she likes
with insatiable appetite
her jaw moves up and down
up and down and food well ground
swallow gently no wrong to be found
I wait for time to pass
watching expressions of food coming
and people going
and yon lassies face glowing
with satisfaction for another meal well spent
for people with just one intent
and there, now is a queue
waiting and watching
like I to you
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8. |
Hand made
00:37
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HAND MADE
Give it a clout
give it a bang
break it up
take a stand
made by hand
Fixed by hand
a thing from brain
constructed by hand
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9. |
I’LL GET THERE
02:01
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I’LL GET THERE
If I push long enough
if I push hard enough
if I sweat and swear
if I run hard and beat the air
even if I shouldn’t
I’ll get there
If I smart and fume
if I pull hard to make some room
if I think with cunning
trickery or slight
manoeuvre all day
struggle all night
I’ll get there
wrong or right
When my legs grow weary
my arm go weak
when my temper is short
and words not so sweet
when my days work is a struggle
and my thoughts in a muddle
I’ll get there
no matter
the trouble
If the going gets tough
and I have to be rough
though no fault of my own to be found
I will brush it all of
f until life cries enough!
Simply refuse
to be made
to lie down
If I push long enough
if I push hard enough
if I sweat and swear
if I run hard and beat the air
even if I shouldn’t
I’ll get there
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10. |
Welcome in
01:59
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WELCOME IN
Mine is a warm house
with a light in the hall
mine is a friendly house
so knock on my door
mine house is open
to one and to all
Mine is a warm house
with a bright fire a burning
mine is a friendly house
for good folk to share in
mine house is open
to one and to all
Mine is a warm house
full of sincerity
mine is a friendly house
with hospitality
mine house is open
to one and to all
So we’ll all sing together
and drink the best ale
we’ll share this good room
and we’ll tell some fine tales
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11. |
Centred on you
00:34
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CENTRED ON YOU
I am right to
think as I do
my thoughts are good
and centred
on you
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12. |
Newtwist a 'saved' bank
03:19
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NEW TWIST A ‘SAVED’ BANK
Newtwist is the bank in your pocket
with each statement we get the charges do rocket
the Manager has tried every way that he knows
but, beware Mr Manager you reap what you sow
The assistant Manager is ready to battle
he comes out quite often with disagreeable twaddle
he is ready to fume and justify
he can’t be polite when he thinks that he’s right
but, teach a wise man and he grows yet wiser
Oh! Mister Assistant you’ll never grow higher
This poem is a polite man’s way of saying
“I’m calling it a day”
So be told with a bank in your pocket
Who needs a whole?
A letter is better but much too nice
And Judo too drastic but I wouldn’t think twice
So, take it as read my account is closed
I can do without you to tread on my toes
An agreement was reached on the 16th of June
but you cannot remember that day in your room
the things that were said the paper signed
so don’t take the offensive and my name to malign
if you’re thinking of retirement
I suggest now is the time
Please, please, close my account
I cry one more time
I beg you to let go
of your end of the line
If you cannot understand the things I have said
and think the remarks are made up from my head
then with sincerity I say “your thoughts re-access”
Please close my account I think that is the best for on the 16th of June my business went West.
Yours politely sincere
A. X. Customer
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13. |
Where's me teeth
03:14
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WHERE’S ME TEETH
Dear Jane
I write this email especially for you
After that wonderful weekend we shared
just for two. Everything was perfect
and beyond belief, our lust proved a match of romance and sensual relief
But now with the memory still fresh
I have to report a personal grief
for after enjoying the calls of our fleshly love
I arrived home without my only set of false-teeth
Dear John
Thanks for the email especially from you
I enjoyed the weekend just for two
I told all my friends you’re the best lover I ever had
All those orgasms they weren’t half-bad
Your kisses were like a plunger sent from heaven
and my lips feel botoxed and my breasts are now bigger then ever
Dear Jane
Where’s me teeth? You can hear my plea
I can only slurp soup and suck mushy peas
I’m delighted you enjoyed the kissing on lips
and the vigorous sucking of your busty-bits
But without my teeth I’m ill equipped
My Dear John
I can still feel your tongue with your head on my thighs. The length and depth caught my breath
in complete surprise. You’re the best I’ve ever had
and I don’t tell lies cunnilingus with you definitely
Wins first prize
Dear Jane
Where’s me teeth? I can hardly speak proper
I feel so proud the cunnilingus met your needs good and topper, It was great for me too, But without my teeth I feel such a tool
So Jane
where’s me teeth? I cry one more time
try to remember where in the bed,
the cupboard, coffee-table, fire-place
and window-ledge they may lie
Sorry John
I cannot help for it will be 28 days
before they let me out. For not so long ago
and as he was asleep I endeavoured to extract
all my husbands teeth.
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14. |
Wishing
00:50
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WISHING
I sit here all alone
wondering what
my whole means
wishing you were
sitting here
just holding hands
with me
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15. |
Work
02:19
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WORK
Raise your finger listen to work
it calls and sings a song of it’s own
with quiet calm it pulls you from home
Slumbering, lumbering a giant worm it be
dragging and manipulating you and me
Resist and fall conform and grow tall
yes sir,
no sir,
it demands from all
a submissive respect
a delirious awe
A most curious thing from old
beckoning you to your feet
for days you yet have to greet
no shrug no pull or praise entertained
no respecter of persons old or maimed
Yes, to a person it brings fortune or fame
from me the worker poverty it claims
to thr lout and crook it’s just a mean look
at a bigger and more tremendous crook.
Reach out in the night in sadness and plight
with it’s hand in mine I can fight
yet depression and pain
my life blood it drains
no mercy is shown
no quarter given
life can be hard
and poverty ridden
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16. |
Rose
04:13
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ROSE
I have been told that the most beautiful flower is that of the Rose, well, is it ? Who knows? But I will tell you what a rose really is.
She starts young and humble, unaware of the pain and awe that she will cause in her youth, the fight she will have to keep her stem upright and pure. The nights of bitter frost the days of intense heat. The times when her leaf will be lost when the beetle, the worm and the fly so they won’t die will feed from her blood ignorant of her plight and of her life. And the tears humans will cry if she should die. But she doesn’t die. She lives on to claim her desperate title as Queen of all.
She becomes as a harlot using her gentle beauty, her sturdiness, her reliability as one of the consist ant finishers, to gain her triumph But underneath her petals, underneath her leaves, deep down under the ground, the battle is on. Her long tentacles strike out to strangle, cut, break and choke all those that oppose her. She is as poisonous as any so called weed. Worst of all she isn’t seen, she isn't known her foul deed is carried on known to all who are captured within her visual beauty, drawn in and hypnotised by her exotic perfume Into the alluring trap making you to reach out and touch.. And oh! The savage pain that rips from your hand, tearing through your arm, reaching into your heart, your mind,
Why oh why my beauty do you treat me so. Have I not cherished you all these month?, fed you, clothed you, protected you from all evil? Brought you up to be this beautiful specimen I see before me, why.. Hurt me so, Why?
I forgive you in your ignorance it was my fault I’m so clumsy I should have respected your person, yes I won’t get too close again, yes I will still protect you, Yes .. Is that all, Your Majesty?.
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17. |
Goodbye
01:14
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GOODBYE
Goodbye friends goodbye
until we see you again
we hope you’ll never forget us
we’ll think of you ‘till then
The time we’ve spent together
has been all we ever could want
it’s with these memories we leave you
we hope it’s not too long
So, goodbye friends goodbye
until we see you again
we hope you’ll never forget us
we’ll think of you ‘till then
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