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Yesteryear

My early days at nursery school
running around and playing the fool.
Getting meningitis and almost dying
and then waking up in the hospital crying.

Eating oranges with ice cream as well
and scrumping for apples down in the dell.
Playing 'knock down ginger' on the door
building camps in the park and so much more.

12 inch records on the radiogram playing
TV's with black and white films displaying.
Skinny dipping and giving the girls a fright
then sleeping on the river island overnight.

Being sacrificed on the rocks at Stonehenge
then chasing my friend to get my revenge.
Playing cowboys and Indians behind hedgerows
and going to Saturday morning picture shows.

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poem by Royston
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My first day in school

More than half a century ago,
the Monsoon showers had just brought relief from the sweltering summer,
just when I was dreaming of playing soccer whole day outdoors,
My Dad decided that I have to attend an elementary school.

I was dragged a mile by my older brother to my new school,
It would be my favorite Durga Temple converted into a school,
My dreams of a class with benches and chairs just vanished,
As we were sitting on the floor in open partitioned classrooms of the school.

I thought I would get a nice colorful uniform to wear to school,
but it looked like that the dress code was a futuristic dream,
At least every class had a black board bigger than my slate,
the teacher had a duster whereas I had to wipe the chalk with my hand.

The fear of some burly kids and nostalgia of home made me sad and homesick,
I could not stop crying and asking my teacher to let me go home.

I still remember the teacher with big black cane,
every time I cried to go home, I got a whack on my palm with his cane,

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poem by Jay P Narain
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The Sweet Little Man

DEDICATED TO THE STAY-AT-HOME RANGERS

Now, while our soldiers are fighting our battles,
Each at his post to do all that he can,
Down among rebels and contraband chattels,
What are you doing, my sweet little man?

All the brave boys under canvas are sleeping,
All of them pressing to march with the van,
Far from the home where their sweethearts are weeping;
What are you waiting for, sweet little man?

You with the terrible warlike mustaches,
Fit for a colonel or chief of a clan,
You with the waist made for sword-belts and sashes,
Where are your shoulder-straps, sweet little man?

Bring him the buttonless garment of woman!
Cover his face lest it freckle and tan;
Muster the Apron-String Guards on the Common,

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poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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Gérard Sekoto, In Memorium (1913-1993)

I

Would that anger subside
anger fed on pride

pride of I against You
who is right: I not YOU
meum et tuum

Some words hastily released on the verge of angry pride
Tear from us a part of our flesh
a part of our cells
Leaving us lesser men forever pitted against the
I in You
forever wanting to be right
I above You

You may not - yes, now I know you didn't - have meant it
Your words were stony arrows sunk in the mud of my hurt
splitting even before they found the unintended target

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poem by T. Wignesan
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Rooster today, feather duster tomorrow.

Russian proverbs
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Sola Sistim

Come get some orange juice, it's great.
[repeated throughout the song, each time in different speaker]
My eyes burn naked,
my black cold numbers,
my insecurities,
my devious nature,
make it go away.
My rest between rubber,
my spider shadow,
my shattered dancer.
Beautiful, broken,
my crystal fingers,
beautiful, broken,
my crystal fingers.
My glass like rain,
my illumination,
my cracks are sliding,
shaker, feather,
rubber, duster,
cold, cool,

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song performed by Underworld
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Rocka Rolla

Man eatin momma, steam driven hammer
Sorts the men out from the boys
Takes no messin, all in wrestlin
Is one of her pride and joys
She a classy, flashy lassy
Imitation sapphire shine
Two faced liar, full of fire
But I know the flame is mine
Rocka rolla woman for a rocka rolla man
You can take her if you want her
If you think you can
Rocka rolla woman for a rocka rolla man
You can take her if you want her you can
Shes a grip and choke ya
Heavy smoker
Wrong side of the law
Midnight shady
Good time lady
Heavy, ready show you what for
Barroom fighter

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song performed by Judas Priest
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Ratmouth

A knuckle duster is the most deadly in the ponderous pace of floating justice single-handed dynamo. take it now, say the way we want and not for you to point the finger combustible in a word fuc
Say the word and youll be free. contunue your journey superman say I am we can put you down not a wizard-boy question just a demonstration of definition. silver city crusading to the top of a fugn bone break most vile experiment ready to eat your ass. clockface. bigtime. we are. somekind. say it. li ke always. sound + silence promote the zero. a steel hammer game from me to you, but I dont mind the matter. ratmouth dont know what you need just know what you want. walking dead crawling bloodthirsty hollywood demon flower grow in the valley of love like a freak highway accident. last ride rolling down say hi-density. glory stomp gonna make the girl in the room + in the house turn and see that I aint there...

song performed by Rob Zombie
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Love Child

You bore me, you bore me you teach me, you taught me, you see me, you want me, you buy me, then torch me, you enter and walk me the thing that came out of my mouth sweet mouth when I leave this
Old house I should have a good day should I have a bad should I get something out see what Ive had? can I stay a young man or grow old and fat dont need a microphone to say I know bout this and
I dont need a microphone to know where its at well I got a duster but I dont have a flat how should we cook this? should we let it boil? lets make a love child we both can spoil give it a dee
Use the kindest oil we have to find some good land get the good soil how should we cook this?
Should we let it burn? we both need a wise up we both need to learn the things that come out of your mouth sweet mouth when I leave this safe old house should it be a good thing or should it be
Heres something dying baby but I got to go out your need on the inside where a man like that can shout so if you thinks thats evil shake it up and about get to the tip top take a tall look out
S a leader of people doesnt know what its about just want s to be a big man has the urge to whip it out well I sold it you bought it you spread it you caught it you dont have to have a big dic
T makes you feel proud I got to find a high point get it out for the crowd you bought me, you bore me you tease me, you taught me you feed me, you fought me you see me then you want me who you b
Me, then touch me you enter and walk me should I have a good day or is it bad should I get some of the things out see what Ive had theres something dying baby but I gotta get out

song performed by Happy Mondays
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Seasoned

[e-40]
Uh, you in a new school whip custom painted candy apricot butter
Im in an antique oldschool four door muffler draggin beat up duster
Wit scrapes and scratches, nicks and scars
Yall git to drink out of wine glasses, we gotta drink out of jelly jars
Down and out like four flat tires no washing machine nor dryer
Just ah pillow sack
And ah bunch of clothes wrapped in a sheet on our way to the laundrymat
Will I ever get paid, can I make a dollar out of fifteen cent
Yallz got it made, we broke and starvin barely payin the rent
Sleepless nights, alligator tears
Mommy arguin wit my daddy, daddy drunk too many beers
911 mr.po, po dey aint happy wit day marriage
Pops tryna beat her down and make her have a miscarriage
My cousin shoots the needle, she be gone for days
She on that da ah diesel, she gone end up wit aids
I told her I love her but you know what she said to me
Everybody got a gay or atleast one dope fiend in they family
You aint the only one wit a reject in yo family
Thats real

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song performed by E-40
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