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The Federal Bus Conductor and the Old Lady

Now 'urry, Mrs New South Wales, and come along of us,
We're all a-goin' ridin' in the Federation 'bus.
A fam'ly party, don't you know -- yes, Queenslans's comin', too,
You can't afford it! Go along! We've kep' box seat for you.
The very one of all the lot that can afford it best,
You'll only have to pay your share the same as all the rest.
You say your sons is workin' men, and can't afford to ride!
Well, all our sons is workin' men, a-smokin' up outside.
You think you might be drove to smash by some unskilful bloke!
Well, ain't we all got necks ourselves? And we don't want 'em broke.
You bet your lofe we're not such fools but what we'll do our best
To keep from harm -- for harm to one is harm to all the rest.

Now, don't go trudgin' on alone, but get aboard the trap;
That basket, labelled "Capital", you take it in your lap!
It's nearly time we made a start, so let's 'ave no more talk:
You 'urry up and get aboard, or else stop out and walk.
We've got a flag; we've got a band; out 'orses travels fast;
Ho! Right away, Bill! Let 'em go! The old 'un's come at last!

poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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Making Cars

They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.

They've listened to them rant and shout...
But there's no one about,
To drive.
Or
To keep them alive.

And why...
Why now is gas so cheap?
When people can't afford it.
And why...
Why are they losing sleep?
When they're making cars that people can't keep!

They've bailed the automakers out...
But there's no one about,
To drive.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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After The Funeral

The Past departed with the last forced mourners, whose facial expressions, with their tremolo of tics, - tell-tale suppressions, - told of fear. Tension in tightened corners of mouth and eyes. terror, surprise, trembling, cries, each would disguise anguish masked, questions unanswered here, unwelcome intimations of mortality.

The Past departed, partly of its own accord, parts, shut out, ignored, roles played out as few could yet afford to flout morality. Time’s uncertainties by Time itself underscored. Departure leaving absence of feeling, - absence of feeling hermetically sealing from mind and face all trace of childhood innocence.

In place of innocence and grace, - Loss, emptiness! Emptiness here an imperfect vacuum open unto wilderness of self-delusion of strength, which, all the more fragile for its brave face, is self-defeating. A vacuum is strong, can do no wrong, being internally self sufficient.

The Past departed; at first sight seeming to ease out emotion. threat squeezing, freezing, unappeasingly diseasing. The surface calm afforded no balm, no outlet for the lotion that soothes the spirit, dowsing suffering and pain, incorporating the magic potion which to love and light restores the soul through tears. Tears, in childhood and advancing years, cleanse fears.

Superficial calm masks the rampant tiger of repression whose fire eyes prowl through the layers of sensation to plough the deep recesses of the mind, exploding the barriers which we, in our blindness, instinctively erect. Too soon we lose the key to unlock them, thus we restrain Love’s passage to the world.

Yet, although fears increase, prevent release, distort the soul, fragment the whole, there too are feeling forces, secret sources which well up and chart twin courses down the cheeks from which the heart’s resources spring, may bring relief, sing peace.

The Past departed with the last forced mourners, Their dark impressions cold and drear, conscience unclear. Unwelcome intimations of mortality pervasively intruded, could not disappear. Release was a luxury few could afford. Terror, surprise, tension in tightened corners of mouth and eyes. The dreaded shadow loomed as surface distress, masking primal self-pity, angrily welled up, and, for the living, shed a tear.

Part of its own accord, part shut out, ignored, the Past departed with the last forced mourners. Their drawn expressions, torn by tics, told of fear. Unwelcome intimations of mortality suddenly intruded, and would not disappear. Release was a luxury few could afford. Terror, surprise, tension in tightened corners of mouth and eyes. The dreaded shadow loomed near, as surface distress, masking primal self-pity, angrily welled up, and, for the living, shed a tear.

poem by Jonathan Robin
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Seattle

Ridin round and round
In my car I cant afford to go very far
It needs a new transmission and new brakes
Parking tickets
I cannot pay
Theyre gonna have to tow me away
Tow me away
cause I cant afford to drive
Chorus
Were outta groceries again
Aint got no money to spend
The credit card is maxed out
So lets get high
cause its raining all the time
And the rains been seeping through my mind
But I get by
Ive got a nasty rash on my rocker
I cant afford to go see the doctor
I know Ill be all right in a couple of weeks
Happy hour,

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song performed by Fastball
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One Meat Ball

(l. singer-h.zaret)
The little man walked up and down
To find an eating place in town
He read the menu through and through
To see what fifteen cents could do
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball
He told the waiter near at hand
A simple dinner he had planned
The guests were startled one and all to hear
That waiter loudly call
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, this here gent wants one meat ball
Little man felt very bad
One meat ball was all he had
And in his dreams he hears that call
Ya gets no bread with one meat ball
One meat ball, one meat ball
Well, you get no bread with one meat ball
Well, he could afford but one meat ball

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song performed by Ry Cooder
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Down Payment Blues

I know that its evil
I know that its got to be
I know I aint doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock n roller welfare
Sitting in my cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where she want to go
Im living in a nightmare
Shes looking like a wet dream
I got myself a cadillac
But I cant afford the gasoline
Chorus:
Ive got holes in my shoes
And Im way overdue
Down payment blues

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song performed by AC-DC
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Down Payment Blues

I know that it's evil
I know that it's got to be
I know I ain't doing much
Doing nothing means a lot to me
Living on a shoe string
A fifty cent millionaire
Open to charity
Rock 'n' roller welfare
Sitting in my Cadillac
Listening to my radio
Suzy baby get on in
Tell me where you want to go
I'm living in a nightmare
She's looking like a wet dream
I got myself a Cadillac
But I can't afford the gasoline
CHORUS:
I've got holes in my shoes
And I'm way overdue
Down payment blues

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song performed by Warrant
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Sail Into Tomorrow

(john farrar)
If a ship of dreams bid me come, would I board it?
If I had their gold in my hands, would I hoard it?
If I knew the trials I must face, would I carry on at all?
Sail into tomorrow, living day to day
Thats all I can afford to do and all Ill ever pay
Is a song to sing to thank you for making me alive
And a prayer to bring me comfort--lord help us to survive
If his pretty eyes shone my way, would I leave you?
If I wasnt sure he would stay, would I deceive you?
If I had to melt you with promises, would they stand or fall?
Sail into tomorrow, living day to day
Thats all I can afford to do and all Ill ever pay
Is a song to sing to thank you for making me alive
And a prayer to bring you comfort--lord help us to survive
If time should call me a fool, would I laugh or would I care?
Sail into tomorrow, living day to day
Thats all I can afford to do and all Ill ever pay
Is a song to sing to thank you for making me alive
And a prayer to bring you comfort--lord help us to survive

song performed by Olivia Newton-John
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Suffragette City

(bowie)
Hey man oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man oh henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place
Hey man schooldays insane
Hey man my works down the drain
Hey man well shes total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she... and then she...
Dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket
Im back on suffragette city
Dont lean on me man,
cause you aint got time to check it
You know my suffragette city
Is outta sight... shes all right
Hey man, ah henry, dont be unkind, go way
Hey man, ah! I cant take you this time, no way
Hey man, ah droogie dont crash here
Theres only room for one and here she comes, here she comes
Dont lean on me man, cause you cant afford the ticket

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song performed by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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Sufferagette City (Suffer In The City)

(Bowie)
Hey man oh leave me alone, you know
Hey man oh Henry, get off the phone, I gotta
Hey man I gotta straighten my face
This mellow thighed chick just put my spine out of place
Hey man schooldays insane
Hey man my work's down the drain
Hey man well she's total blam-blam
She said she had to squeeze it but she... and then she...
Don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket
I'm back on Suffragette City
Don't lean on me man,
'Cause you ain't got time to check it
You know my Suffragette City
Is outta sight... she's all right
Hey man, ah Henry, don't be unkind, go way
Hey man, ah! I can't take you this time, no way
Hey man, ah droogie don't crash here
There's only room for one and here she comes, here she comes
Don't lean on me man, 'cause you can't afford the ticket

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song performed by Frankie Goes To Hollywood
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