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If You Don't Know What You Want

How long have you been doing this?

'What time is it? '

No,
I mean in years!

'What time is it?
Do you have a second hand,
On your watch?
Should I include those...
Seconds!
Now...
Do you want the time before,
Or after my birth? '

Why can't you ever answer my questions directly?

'I'm trying to!
Do you want a response you want to hear.
Or the one I wish to give? '

Either way I wouldn't know.

'Than why ask the question?
Don't accuse me of not being direct,
If you don't know what you want.'

Why you gotta use logic?

'As if you know the difference! '

Why do you want to insult me!

'Now you are making requests.
Like I said...
You don't know what you want! '

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You Don't Know What Love Is

You Don't Know What Love Is
but you know how to raise it in me
like a dead girl winched up from a river. How to
wash off the sludge, the stench of our past.
How to start clean. This love even sits up
and blinks; amazed, she takes a few shaky steps.
Any day now she'll try to eat solid food. She'll want
to get into a fast car, one low to the ground, and drive
to some cinderblock shithole in the desert
where she can drink and get sick and then
dance in nothing but her underwear. You know
where she's headed, you know she'll wake up
with an ache she can't locate and no money
and a terrible thirst. So to hell
with your warm hands sliding inside my shirt
and your tongue down my throat
like an oxygen tube. Cover me
in black plastic. Let the mourners through.

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You Folks Don't Know What You Want

You wanted to receive it.
And you told me to keep it real.

Why do you hold your stomach...
As if you are sick?

Why do you wave your hand?
You wish for more...
Or do you wish for me to stop it?
Which is it?

Give me a sign by patting your foot.
Two means stop.
And one means go!
Don't give me that look.

I don't understand now what you want!
Because both arms are swinging wildly.
And you are stomping both feet,
Crazily on the floor!
In this quiet restaurant.

'No...
We are fine.
We are having a business meeting.
Sorry for the distraction.'

Are you choking?
Just to provoke?
Just to create a scene...
To get others to watch you,
Try to demean?

You asked me!
Remember that.

You folks 'today' don't know what you want!

Falling to the floor and rolling,
Was not one of the options.

You asked 'me'.
Remember that!

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You Don't Know What I'm Like

We've been round the block
And we're getting on fine
But you don't know what I'm like
And I looked at the clock
And it was way past the line
Still you don't know what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Trying to have a good time
And for all of the time it really seems ok
You're eventually lost and I'm happy because
You don't know what I'm like
You lived in my shoes
And you stayed at my flat
Still you don't know what I'm like
And it's you that will lose
what you think about that?
Cause you don't know what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Trying to have a good time
And for all the time it really seems ok
You're eventually lost and i'm happy because
You don't know waht I'm like
And you don't know what I'm like
Now I'm on the TV
And you're on the phone
Still you don't know what I'm like
And I found someone new
And she' taking me home
She knows just what I'm like
We'd spend a good time
Where we have a good time
I think I found a place I want to stay
You're eventually lost
And I'm happy because
You don't know what I'm like
You don't know what I like
You'll never know what I'm like
Written by Andy Dunlop

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Don't Know What You Got

I can't tell ya baby what went wrong
I can't make you feel what you felt so long ago
I'll let it show
I can't give you back what's been hurt
Heartaches come and go and all that's left are the words
I can't let go
If we take some time to think it over baby
Take some time, let me know
If you really want to go
Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is i did so wrong
Now i know what i got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long
I can't feel the things that cause you pain
I can't clear my heart of your love it falls like rain
Ain't the same
I hear you calling far away
Tearing through my soul i just can't take another day
Who's to blame
If we take some time to think it over baby
Take some time let me know
If you really wanna go
Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is i did so wrong
Now i know what i got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long
Do you wanna see me beggin' baby
Can't you give me just one more day
Can't you see my heart's been draggin' lately
I've been lookin' for the words to say
Don't know what you got till it's gone
Don't know what it is i did so wrong
Now i know what i got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long
Don't know what you got till it's gone no
Don't know what it is i did so wrong
Now i know what i got
It's just this song
And it ain't easy to get back
Takes so long

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(I Don't Know What's Going) On

I don't know what's going on
I am so up close to you
I don't know what's going on
I don't know what's going on
I am so confused by you
I don't know what's going on
Don't say anymore
To me at all
To me at all...
Don't say more
To me at all
To me at all...
I am so in love with you...
With you...with you
I am so in love with you...
With you...with you
I don't know what's going on
I am so in deep with you
I don't know what's going on
I don't know what's going on
I am so disturbed by you
I don't know what's going on
Don't say anymore
To me at all
To me at all
Don't say more
To me at all
To me at all
I am so in love with...
You!

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Don't Shoot The Messenger

An expressed view hits me in the middle of the night.
And some of them have more then just a tiny over bite.
Too ugly to wear.
Too ugly to share.
Many times truth takes this form.
Graphic images with warning signs beware.
In the darkness upon our midnight dreams what is it we see?
I am insomniac who can't sleep because of the knowledge of what is going on across world.
I must spread the truth I keep telling myself.
Do right by my fellow man.
But the question how far should one go?
Why do so many need somebody to hold there hand?
Scared of what change might mean for them.
Scared of the unpredictable future.
Scared of the escalating volatility across the globe.
Fear should never dictate ones judgement.
We have allowed it and made too many compromise because of it.
In the interest of your security but who security is that really?
I keep hearing that tune in one form or another.
Fear mongering beyond any realistic proportions.
I know what your thinking isn't that what you do?
NO! ! ! I don't want anyone to be afraid.
I want them to be informed and prepared.
We live in turbulent times and I don't see a peaceful resolution any time soon.
The corruption of our very sociology has occurred.
Where you are damned if you do and you don't.
Where speaking out could condemn you for the rest of your life.
Where not speaking out could enslave for the rest of your life.
The catch 22 of this century will revolve around our speech.
Where social media is bringing chaos to order in the control of the people.
Where news media is bringing order to the chaos in the hands of governments.
When bad light is shined and it becomes a call for one to be arrested on the grounds of treason.
When due process and all other rights upon being arrested are removed from ones own citizens.
The information war, the libertarian war.
It is a war that now is being waged in many forms.
But the worst is where governments are committing human right violations under a term called terrorism.
A vague cover all term, that is so non specific that if you are suspected of anti-government acts you could just disappear to some secret prison never to be heard from again.
Or thrown psyc ward and forever declared to be insane.
A corrupt capitalistic dictatorship where the banks, and corporation control all politician with money legally changing hands.
Rigged election where you think you have choice.
But party lines are the same.
Where greed is the motivation not the people, not the society as whole.
No consideration for what their children might have to endure.
Running up the tab on a national debt, with disregard for the possibility that it might collapse the very us currency.
I don't know what all the solution are but I want to see honest politicians.
If you actually care about your family you must do right by them if no one else.
This could destroy our whole society in years to come if someone doesn't put a stop to it.
So just step up, be a man, do what's right and decide policy for us again.

Sincerely, Ace Of Black Hearts

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Patrick White

In The Eye Of The Hurricane Rose

In the eye of the hurricane rose
all is as calm as a bee
as my world is shed around me
like eyelids.
The racket of Canada geese
holding a political rally
high over everybody's heads
a thousand feet straight up
as the economy returns like spring.
I know what it is
to be a phoenix of a tree
and lose your leaves
like a fire that goes out in the night.
I used to be a snowman
and purified myself
with my own disappearance
when things warmed up.
Now I'm a scarecrow
with nothing to chase away
except the farmer.
It wasn't me
that held a grudge against the birds.
Everything's wrong
but it's all right,
the chaos is vividly illustrated
with picture music
and I'm wearing my eye in my ear
and there's a keyboard and an easel near
like a skeleton with a forced grin.
A painting a day.
Van Gogh on steroids.
But I can't afford to eat my cadmium yellow
and they're not handing out food for thought
at the back of the think-tank anymore.
I don't know what to say
about all those people
who set out to be artists
and wound up being stores.
People eat.
People pay the rent.
Baby needs new shoes.
Benign reason can smother an artist
faster than the demands of a serial killer
in the hands of the pillow she dreams upon
and the tigers of wrath
who are wiser than the horses of instruction
who took so easily to the cart
as Blake said in his sayings from hell
soon learn that heroism isn't smart
if you don't want to be hunted into extinction
by judas-goats in the jungle
for your private parts.
And then if you get through the blackwater of all that
like a battered waterlily after a storm
that doesn't have any respect for nuns
comes a swarm of dabblers and nibblers
like one of the plagues of Egypt
the blackflies the maggots the tapeworms
that pose like paper butterflies
on the lips of origami flowers
for Japanese tourists
into unenlightened North American haikus
about cherry blossoms
that never fall on dogshit.
The eternal sky
doesn't inhibit the flight of the white clouds
and you can see that
as clearly in a dirty puddle in a parking lot
as you can through the eyes of the Buddha.
Life is a bubble.
A firefly.
A distant star.
A lightning bolt.
You don't need to transplant
a plastic cornea
into the pineal gland of your third eye
in order to see like the Hubble.
You just need to gain some elevation.
You just need to break
the surly bonds of earth
and get into orbit awhile
if you're looking for an overview
that isn't just another footnote
in a Restoration play
trying to refine Shakespeare
by turning real diamonds
into zircon costume jewellery
that makes the light taste like junkfood.
I approach life
by putting the pedal to the metal
like an absolute constant
as if it were already behind me
like the light of a star in all ten directions
that stays ahead of itself
so that time cannot encompass it
like a fletcher turning freebirds into arrows.
There are no zeniths and nadirs in the void.
Don't try to live like a curve ball on the straight and narrow.
Space isn't mutable
once you've achieved ultimate volume and mass
and stand eye to eye with the universe
you don't want to meet
until you can both sit down
on equal ground
and come to some kind of mutual understanding.
Don't use a lie
to go divining for the truth
when the truth isn't water
it's a weathervane.
All things change when we do.
The first word ah blossoms into all others
and they're all true
said some master I've forgot.
If it hasn't got a womb
don't listen to its myth of origin.
If it isn't a lifeboat
don't get in
or better yet
learn to swim on your own.
Writing poetry is like pearl-diving for the moon
at the bottom of your tears.
If you want to go deep
you can't bottle an emergency atmosphere
like a backup breath
to keep Atlantis from drowning
when the fish are already swimming
through your windows
like new insights
into your fathomless past.
But if you don't have the depth
to be a shipwreck
don't keep an albatross on deck
a spider on watch
in the ropes of your mast
or mistake a siren
for the cutting edge
of a figurehead
and fix her to your bow
and expect to avoid the rocks.
It's the loneliness of the moon
that makes the loon sing
on the lake
not a parrot that talks.
Poetry isn't just a matter
of picking up the flattest stones
that wash up from your oceanic emotions
about what it was like
to go skinny-dipping with Medusa on the moon
to make them scan
skipping out over a sea of tranquil shadows.
Words are waterbirds.
Not flightplans.
They know where all the best mirrors are
to make a good landing
and which are blind and dangerous
but poetry isn't about keeping the lights on at night
along your runways and starmaps
or tracking fireflies on a radar screen in a lighthouse
as the circling muse runs low on fuel
trying to get her wheels down.
You can't grind inspiration out
and expect to be ambushed by a muse
as if she were a clown in a musical jack-in-a-box
and not the serpent at the well
when you go for water.
Where are the elixirs
where are the toxins in your voice
where are the fangmarks that punctuate your pulse?
Where is the lamia that shed your lunar skin
with a spiritual knife
just before she cut your heart out
at the top of a pyramid of prophetic skulls
without an afterlife to speak of?
If you're still around to assess
what you've sacrificed
to the dead ends of poetry
you haven't died enough
to make it live.
You're still a highway not a river.
Roadkill in a crosswalk
not a mindstream that can talk to stars
with intensity
about the return of the great blue herons
to the prodigal begging bowls of last year's nests.
Puppets dance to the strings of laughing liars.
Make kindling of them.
Make fires
and throw Pinocchio in
if you want to sit with heretics
that tell the truth
as if every word of it
were a death wish
the genies hear in silence
as the lamps
turn themselves down low
to maintain their decorum
as they bite their tongues like flames.
Words are to names
as visuals are to visions
and images are to symbols.
The first mean precisely what they say.
Accurate simulacra.
Clear as day.
A photograph not a painting.
But it's the lens that mimics the eye
not the other way around
and when the telescope's
brought down to earth
like seed is to tree
like light is to life
they're both wide-eyed flowers
gaping at their own interpretation.
The mind is an artist.
The mind is a scientist.
The mind is a poet a postman
a baglady sorting through her own garbage.
The mind can paint the worlds
as the Flower Ornament Scripture said.
You can paint them yellow blue black or red.
Reality's an atomic pointillist.
Reality's the negative space
around an impressionist lifeboat
full of light
as the waves give chase to the children.
Reality's a crazed expressionist.
Reality's a forty thousand year old cave painting.
A fresco in a womb full of correspondences
simulated in the flesh of the great mother
who keeps giving birth to the animals
late at night
after everyone's gone home
and the gallery's closed.
Back to Blake.
What is first imagined is later proved.
You live in the world you paint
you write you carve you think you feel
you play like your father's guitar.
You can paint it with windows with mirrors
with ion microscopes.
You can make a painting of a painting
and call it a work in progress
that improves upon the original
like a host is enhanced by a guest
or a ghost in a different dress.
Or you can minimalize the picture plane like space
and despise perspective
and hold it up to your face
like a mugshot to a detective
to see if you can recognize anyone
by the pattern of the blood spatter.
Tired of working with the light in Monet's garden.
Cross the Japanese bridge above the waterlilies
over to the other side of the equation
and work with matter
as if you were ploughing paint
to plant potatoes.
But whatever you express
worlds within worlds within worlds
whatever your medium
be it stars or Mars black
heaven or hell
or the triune identity of earth
water land and sky
remember they all find their equivalence
in your creative energy
acting on its own potential
as if the abyss spontaneously
took matters into its own hands
and out of nothing
out of its own emergence
out of its own bright vacancy
and dark abundance
out of the synergic emptiness
of its own unidentifiable likeness
to everything that exists
in your imagination and beyond
made this.

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The Spoken Word

We're supposed to speak the same language,
but I don't know what you say.
You say one thing and mean another,
and you do it every day.

I have no idea where you're coming from,
and I think you're at a loss too.
There's conflict between your brain and mind,
like there is between me and you.

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Walk Away

Even if you love me still
I don't wanna know
just walk away and let me go
I have nothing to give you
that you want me to show
the pain is too dark that I feel
and I don't know what is real

I don't deserve to have you here
so don't tell me that you care
I have nothing to give you left to share
just walk away and leave me there
I can't give you something that isn't true

And when your nights are cold
and the sky turns gray
don't look for me to hold
just turn and walk away
Spiritwind-2012

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He Think I Don't Know

And he think I don't know
He think I don't know
And he think I don't know
He think I don't know
I don't know what gets me more
'Bout your two hour trips to the store
How they never have what you went there for
Yet you say to trust you more
Or is it the fact that you believe
That your girl is just so naive
But the one thing I can't deny
Is what I saw with my own two eyes
And he think I don't know (He must think I'm stupid)
He think I don't know
And he think I don't know
He think I don't know
On my way to work one night
As I made a left at the light
See what I saw just wasn't right
Yes what's done in darkness gon' come to light
But if you won't tell, I won't tell
Just let me leave before I go to jail
And the thing that blows my mind
Is that he walks around like [sh]it is fine
And he think I don't know (He must be crazy)
He think I don't know
And he think I don't know (He must be stupid)
Think I don't know
Think I don't know
Think I don't know
Think I don't know
[Repeat till fade with ad-libs]

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I don't know what to say....

When my old love for you dies a new love blooms. If I loved myself as I love you, a God I would become. When I am lost in the desert of despair, my memory of you is my mirage. A river of sweetness is your tears, their passion is my elixir. If there be no pleasure in our love anymore, than the pain of the pleasure once felt is my consolation. To others peace is the love of solitude, you are the love of my solitude. My heart is lost in thy abyss, and its dark depths I cry. O sweet love O sweet love! My love is in thy sigh. Thy voice brings sweeter messages than the angel Gabriel. If thou chose to hate me, I hate myself the more and thy hate I love, like hate has never been loved before. Underneath the veil of thy shadow my soul does softly glow. On thy skin, my color, does so eloquently express, the universal of love that beats in every poet's chest. I don't know why my heart beats the chords of love to me this day, but I hope they beat forever and to this charm I pray….. When thy speak of being misunderstood, my love echoes in thy heart. If I were to die, all my dreams and aspirations would be attained by thy one sweet breathe no death could take away. God should not give thee to one, one should give thee to God. I have nothing else to say, but sometimes all the expression of the beauty of the love I feel for you gets stolen by three words… I love you.

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New Disease

I heard the news today
All about your new disease
This is what you said you wanted
When you walked away from me
I heard the news today
Yeah i know what your friends all say
That i'm gonna go to hell, they're all probably right
I just wanna go to hell my way
I just wanna do it my way
I heard the news today
All about your new romance
There is always gonna be someone better than me
I guess i never had a chance
Yes i heard the news today
You were livin' by the sound of the bell
I still believe that life gets better when you tell the world to go to hell
Oh i don't wanna play your game
I don't wanna live that way
I don't wanna do what you tell me to do
I don't fit inside the box you've made
No i don't wanna play your game
No i will never live that way
I don't wanna do what you tell me to do
I just want to do it my way
Yes i heard the news today
You've got scars on your hands and knees
You never would have been so ovbious when i was a new disease
Yes i heard the news today
You were livin' by the sound of a bell
I still believe that life gets better when you tell the world to go to hell
Oh i don't wanna play your game
I don't wanna live that way
I don't wanna do what you tell me to do
I don't fit inside the box you've made
No i will never play your game
No i will never live that way
No i don't wanna live like you want me to live
I just want to live my way

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Nursing Home Neglect

I've seen those who are suffering very bad
Those whose mere existence very sad
I am blessed to be well and alive each day
For those people I continue to pray
I have seen so much neglect and abuse
For the young and elderly never a truce
So hopelessly lying in their beds, day in day out
They can't say a word, just an occasional shout
Have to lie in their waste most of the time
Their bodies covered with dirt and grime
Does anyone out there really care?
Or is this a cross for the poor elderly to bear
They can't eat or drink when they need to
It's not their decision, not part of the crew
Their minds are gone and they can't remember
So taken advantage of, a smoldering ember
They have no control over their life anymore
Often found in their rooms, laying on the floor
The cuts on their head, don't know what happened
They either fell or had a good slapping
Call an ambulance they say out loud
Keep it quiet, don't want a crowd
They can't tell the hospital, what happened to them
Can't remember anything, the home was a gem
Many broken bones and cuts on their face
Is this normal routine at this horrible place
So bad an infection, that they finally die
Who's to blame, the death certificates a lie
The hospital doesn't report the neglect
It's not their problem, what the heck
The doctor lies to make it so easy
Has no consience, he's pretty sleazy
If you have a loved, better check where you put them
Because most of them are bad and need condemned
My mother is gone to a better place now
It's in heaven, where there is plenty of chow
She is not neglected or abused anymore
God knows what happens, and isn't found in the floor
She's singing and dancing and waiting for me
She's sad no longer but full of glee
God will restore what was done to her
Since she's in heaven with her new transfer!

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Geri Halliwell

There will always be a few people who just want to knock you down or are jealous or just want to be horrible for the sake of it. I don't know what drives someone to be nasty.

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We Don't Know/ We Truly Don't Know

We don't know
We truly don't know
What will be in the long distance
The one hundred ten thousand generations
If it is generations-

Human or not
Mind or not
Only God is our hope
Only God.

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My Twin, My Sister

She's my rock
Always been there for me
Even before I was born

She's calm and steady
Usually
Unless her temper gets the best of her

I don't know what I would do with out her
She brings out the best in me
If she is ever taken from me

I'd be lost

Her, my twin
My sister
I will always love her

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What He Don't Know

He don't know that you been coming around
He don't know that we been out of bounds
Things we do are better left unsaid
You and me can never keep our heads
What he don't know
Will never hurt him
What he don't know
Is I have changed
It's just a matter of time
Till it all comes down down down
Till he hears
The stories going round round round
What he don't know
What he don't know

Baby

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I Don't Know

I don't know what works
in me, when you laugh...
I write on my heart
my own epitaph.
I hear your voice and
then that obsessed I
only think of love,
feeling my long sigh.
When you tell, you won't
leave and miss me lot.
The word possible,
should not stay in thought!
I know, how to nurse,
life, home and hearth first
I hugged my life with
earnest zeal, with thirst.
I can not meet you,
I'll stay far away,
as you are on earth,
I'm on milky way

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You Don't Know

I'm so low
I sink into the ground
I've fallen fallen fallen down
I'm so low
I just go down
Sinking sinking as i drown
Strung along
Now I'm gone
I'm going down
I'm gonna drown
CHORUS
You don't know what it's like to live in my world
You can't feel what it's like to be in my head
REPEAT x 4
Strung along
I'm going down
I'm gonna drown
CHORUS
You don't know what it's like to live in my world
You can't feel what it's like to be in my head
REPEAT x 6
You don't know
You don't know

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