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Shake Hands With The Devil

I know some people say that Im the devil in disguise,
I wont try to tell you that I aint.
I dont like believing that Im evil in your eyes,
But I aint make believing Im a saint,
cause Ill do anything I can to win you from the world,
Its something that my senses cant control.
And if thats sin then shake hands with the devil, little girl,
I want your body and your soul.
Chorus:
Shake hands with the devil, dont be frightened, I wont hurt you.
I dont want your silver or your gold.
Im not after anything that you dont want to give me,
I just want your body and your soul.
Other men can offer something peaceful and secure,
I cant offer anything but me.
I can take you higher than youve ever been before
And show you things you never dared to see.
And hand in hand together we can laugh the world away,
Ill keep you from the hunger and the cold.
So let your love come easy, you dont need to be afraid,
I just want your body and your soul.
Chorus:
Shake hands with the devil ...

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You can't shake hands with a clenched fist.

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Shake Hands With Beef

Theres a time for lies and a time for truth.
I say, eye for an eye, eye for a tooth.
When I roamed young, Id scavenge around.
Every nook and cranny of our little town.
Its nice, so nice, to be.
Pull out the cannon boys, steal us some wine.
Puff tijuana smalls. shake hands with beef!
Shes so fine, shes so sweet.
Mom and pop they raised her on huge slabs of meat.
Shes fine, a man of nine, water derby day.
Twenty six pumps on a crossman, and its time to play
Its nice, so nice, to be
Pull out the cannon boys, steal us some wine
Puff tijuana smalls. shake hands with beef!

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If You Cannot Love Nature You Cannot Love Life

In a Human World where greed and narcissism is rife
If you cannot love Nature you cannot love life
With what I say here you may well disagree
But that's your opinion and that's fine with me.

We need her to live on her we do depend
Our marvellous Mother Nature humanity's friend
And if you cannot love her it does seem sad to say
On the road to enlightenment you've lost your way.

You do not love Nature you do make that clear
But to hear you say so much is so sad to hear
Out of an act of Nature the reason you are here today
Yet sad to think respect to her you cannot pay.

You see it as okay that more trees are cut down
To make way for new factories in the big town
And if you cannot love Nature though from her you gain
Then you cannot love life I do say it again.

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Holding Hands With The Devil

You made the rope you're expected to hang yourself with.
Now as you try to squirm and twist yourself out of it.
Let me ask do you regret it?
Did you live the good life if only for a very short time?
Money to destroy.
Money to control.

Oh in this god forsaken world.
So many treasure troves buried deep within the sand.
All one has to do is dig.
But it would go so much faster with the right tools.
How about I loan them too you.
A debt can always be repaid.
Come on man what do you say?

Holding hands with the devil.
He says lets go play.
You say okay.
He says follow me this way.
Let me show all the reason why you shouldn't pray.
An end to all your suffering but it is only for you.
Once the choice has been made their will be no turning back.
For god abandons those who abandon him.
So lets live in this pleasure of sin.

Are you strong enough to say no?
Are you strong enough to say I won't go?
A temptation forever in your face.
The forbidding fruit has a sweet taste.

It is the empty escape.
Feel nothing, do nothing, be nothing.
Completely oblivious.
Why would you ever want to know?
As all the knowledge will bare the human pain.
Don't pay attention to me for you're right I am completely insane.
As much as evil has no definite name.
Constantly changing and conforming to its environment.

It is the chameleon.
It must blend in.
Never to be discovered.
Buried deep within the sand.
Will you be the one to dig it up?

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And The Children Laughing

Ah......
Well, I been working up a fever trying to
Straighten up the mess in my mind about this place
I cant contain myself anymore
Cant you see its written all over my face
Why dont you get on your feet
Its about time you got to think
What ever happened to peace
Well open your eyes and youll see children laughing,
Voices singin ,hearts a-beatin ah.....
Your always talkin right and talkin about
The world and its corruption and moral decay
But what you gonna do about it , nothing ,
cause youre more like children then children while they play
Why youre so clean through and through you wont shake hands
With a negro whos maybe cleaner then you
Well listen around and youll hear children laughin ,
Voices singin , hearts a-beatin like they always do
So whats wrong with you , ah...
Youre so blown up with anger about the world
You write the songs about
Yet you dont even know your neighbors name
Now you want to go the the moon and live there
When you know itll only end up the same
How can he give you any gratitude,
With your endless sickenin attitude
You strive to get ahead
But you leave each other dead
Cant you see , children laughin ,
Voices singin , hearts beatin like they always do
So whats wrong with you , ah...
Children laughin , voices singin hearts beatin
Children laughin , voices singin , (fade)

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Let's Shake Hands

yea!
oh!
let's shake hands!
oh
baby let's shake hands
well theres something here in the air
jump up and let me know when you're there
baby let's shake hands
oh
lets be friends
oh
baby lets be friends
I cant come up with a better plan
put your fingers in my hand
baby lets be friends
yeah
oh
say my name
oh
baby say my name
well you can do what you want to do
throw it in the garbage can
but just say my name
yeah
yeah

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Cousin Rufus' Story

My little story, Cousin Rufus said,
Is not so much a story as a fact.
It is about a certain willful boy--
An aggrieved, unappreciated boy,
Grown to dislike his own home very much,
By reason of his parents being not
At all up to his rigid standard and
Requirements and exactions as a son
And disciplinarian.

So, sullenly
He brooded over his disheartening
Environments and limitations, till,
At last, well knowing that the outside world
Would yield him favors never found at home,
He rose determinedly one July dawn--
Even before the call for breakfast--and,
Climbing the alley-fence, and bitterly
Shaking his clenched fist at the woodpile, he
Evanished down the turnpike.--Yes: he had,
Once and for all, put into execution
His long low-muttered threatenings--He had
_Run off!_--He had--had run away from home!

His parents, at discovery of his flight,
Bore up first-rate--especially his Pa,--
Quite possibly recalling his own youth,
And therefrom predicating, by high noon,
The absent one was very probably
Disporting his nude self in the delights
Of the old swimmin'-hole, some hundred yards
Below the slaughter-house, just east of town.
The stoic father, too, in his surmise
Was accurate--For, lo! the boy was there!

And there, too, he remained throughout the day--
Save at one starving interval in which
He clad his sunburnt shoulders long enough
To shy across a wheatfield, shadow-like,
And raid a neighboring orchard--bitterly,
And with spasmodic twitchings of the lip,
Bethinking him how all the other boys
Had _homes_ to go to at the dinner-hour--
While _he_--alas!--_he had no home!_--At least
These very words seemed rising mockingly,
Until his every thought smacked raw and sour
And green and bitter as the apples he
In vain essayed to stay his hunger with.
Nor did he join the glad shouts when the boys
Returned rejuvenated for the long
Wet revel of the feverish afternoon.--
Yet, bravely, as his comrades splashed and swam
And spluttered, in their weltering merriment,
He tried to laugh, too,--but his voice was hoarse
And sounded to him like some other boy's.
And then he felt a sudden, poking sort
Of sickness at the heart, as though some cold
And scaly pain were blindly nosing it
Down in the dreggy darkness of his breast.
The tensioned pucker of his purple lips
Grew ever chillier and yet more tense--
The central hurt of it slow spreading till
It did possess the little face entire.
And then there grew to be a knuckled knot--
An aching kind of core within his throat--
An ache, all dry and swallowless, which seemed
To ache on just as bad when he'd pretend
He didn't notice it as when he did.
It was a kind of a conceited pain--
An overbearing, self-assertive and
Barbaric sort of pain that clean outhurt
A boy's capacity for suffering--
So, many times, the little martyr needs
Must turn himself all suddenly and dive
From sight of his hilarious playmates and
Surreptitiously weep under water.

Thus
He wrestled with his awful agony
Till almost dark; and then, at last--then, with
The very latest lingering group of his
Companions, he moved turgidly toward home--
Nay, rather _oozed_ that way, so slow he went,--
With lothful, hesitating, loitering,
Reluctant, late-election-returns air,
Heightened somewhat by the conscience-made resolve
Of chopping a double-armful of wood
As he went in by rear way of the kitchen.
And this resolve he executed;--yet
The hired girl made no comment whatsoever,
But went on washing up the supper-things,
Crooning the unutterably sad song, '_Then think,
Oh, think how lonely this heart must ever be!_'
Still, with affected carelessness, the boy
Ranged through the pantry; but the cupboard-door
Was locked. He sighed then like a wet fore-stick
And went out on the porch.--At least the pump,
He prophesied, would meet him kindly and
Shake hands with him and welcome his return!
And long he held the old tin dipper up--
And oh, how fresh and pure and sweet the draught!
Over the upturned brim, with grateful eyes
He saw the back-yard, in the gathering night,
Vague, dim and lonesome, but it all looked good:
The lightning-bugs, against the grape-vines, blinked
A sort of sallow gladness over his
Home-coming, with this softening of the heart.
He did not leave the dipper carelessly
In the milk-trough.--No: he hung it back upon
Its old nail thoughtfully--even tenderly.
All slowly then he turned and sauntered toward
The rain-barrel at the corner of the house,
And, pausing, peered into it at the few
Faint stars reflected there. Then--moved by some
Strange impulse new to him--he washed his feet.
He then went in the house--straight on into
The very room where sat his parents by
The evening lamp.--The father all intent
Reading his paper, and the mother quite
As intent with her sewing. Neither looked
Up at his entrance--even reproachfully,--
And neither spoke.

The wistful runaway
Drew a long, quavering breath, and then sat down
Upon the extreme edge of a chair. And all
Was very still there for a long, long while.--
Yet everything, someway, seemed _restful_-like
And _homey_ and old-fashioned, good and kind,
And sort of _kin_ to him!--Only too _still!_
If somebody would say something--just _speak_--
Or even rise up suddenly and come
And lift him by the ear sheer off his chair--
Or box his jaws--Lord bless 'em!--_any_thing!--
Was he not there to thankfully accept
Any reception from parental source
Save this incomprehensible _voicelessness_.
O but the silence held its very breath!
If but the ticking clock would only _strike_
And for an instant drown the whispering,
Lisping, sifting sound the katydids
Made outside in the grassy nowhere.

Far
Down some back-street he heard the faint halloo
Of boys at their night-game of 'Town-fox,'
But now with no desire at all to be
Participating in their sport--No; no;--
Never again in this world would he want
To join them there!--he only wanted just
To stay in home of nights--Always--always--
Forever and a day!

He moved; and coughed--
Coughed hoarsely, too, through his rolled tongue; and yet
No vaguest of parental notice or
Solicitude in answer--no response--
No word--no look. O it was deathly still!--
So still it was that really he could not
Remember any prior silence that
At all approached it in profundity
And depth and density of utter hush.
He felt that he himself must break it: So,
Summoning every subtle artifice
Of seeming nonchalance and native ease
And naturalness of utterance to his aid,
And gazing raptly at the house-cat where
She lay curled in her wonted corner of
The hearth-rug, dozing, he spoke airily
And said: 'I see you've got the same old cat!'

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One thing is certain, You can't shake hands with a fist.

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You cannot even give them your heart

i look at him
and he looks at me

i wish to take him
to my heart
and hold him dear

he looks at me
and draws that
divisive line
one knows
when one has lived
long enough together

he becomes
so near yet so far

with some people
you cannot even give
them your heart

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Do not if you cannot

.

You cannot stop
rain from falling.
You cannot stop
sun from shining
and earth from heating.
If you try,
it is a miserable attempt.
You cannot stop
anything from falling
in love with the other.
If you snap the love
from its growing,
it is not your virtue.
It is your sadism.
20.04.2001, Pmdi

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Shaking Hands

To listen if only for a minute
To hear you and give feed back when I can
When I feel it demands.
I want to shake hands with everyone
But I know that just not possible.
I only hope those don't get hostile
Pick and choose
If only to lose
Still they are the clues
What you want
From the bottom to the top.

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You cannot stop me from remembering you

You meet or not
My love shall never die
You may go far away
I shall never forget you
How much you may try
You shall have to come
In my dreams
Spent time with me
After all
Mine's was pure love
Unlike a game for you
You did your part
Let my heart do its
You may not remember me
You cannot stop me
From remembering you
15-03-2012
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There are things that you cannot avoid

There are things that you cannot avoid
like the call-up instruction which cruelly
brings you to another world and measure you out
for whom you must become and be and stay
and you can never find escape
from violence, killing, guilt and grief.

There are things that a soldier cannot avoid
like war that cruelly let people suffer
with flames, bullets and bombs
and there are events that you cannot forget,
although you and you comrades freed the innocent
and at night it’s sweated out in dreams
and there are things that you cannot avoid.

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Lets Shake Hands

Whenever you need a friend come to me and ill be there to hold your hand
Where the life takes us no one of us can guess
But as long as I'm here you can count on me Just call my name and ill be right there my friend
The life is meaningless without tight hugs of friends
The roads of the life are narrow and hard to walk alone. We are in need of the tenderful hands of friends
To real and sweet care of a friend that gives us the push to climb the highest moutains without looking back Without fear when u have honest friend by your side
So come to me my friend and let's shake hands

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You Cannot!

you cannot win freedom by bloodshed!
fighting for preordained sections of land,
oil and mineral rights....

we dont own the earth,
................and never will!

you cannot convert other peoples
to your capitalistic form of Christianity
with a sword and vengeance....

ask the Native Americans
.....how they feel about this!

you cannot bring about justice,
when your judicial system is oiled
with money and color...

when you have more people in prison
than any other country!

you cannot convince anyone to do
the right thing when everything you do
is based on selfish greed....

doing the right thing means being human,
being human is something we've forgotten!

you cannot bring about change,
unless you're willing to change yourselves...
all good things begin within....

we are what we choose to be,
not what we pretend to be!

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Church Pews

As we pull to park the car.....
alone
it's my
deepest scar.

We lock things up,
grab hands,
heading off
to face our truths.

Big kisses,
hopeful wishes,
and suddenly I'm by myself.

Shake hands with strangers,
smile,
and scoot.......
Adjusted comfortably
in my pew.

I hear my message,
I cannot help but weep.
My head is low,
so that no one can know......
everything inside of me is weak.....
the pastor continues to speak.

My body is filled
with comforting chills,
all the sudden....
life isn't about thrills.

Softly I cry,
gently wiping my eyes.
facing each of my lies.

Lights come up,
we start to sing,
this faith....
such a beautiful thing.

One moment out of my week,
one moment,
I turn the other cheek.

I don't see my future,
but I can see my past...


the steps
I've taken....
to never step again.

A quick blessing,
I leave my pew,
grab my babies.....
and that week is through.

Dear God...
Thank you!

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