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Cover using classical and electric guitar with 3 vocals the lyricsSomething In The Way //: Em C :// Underneath the bridge The tarp has sprung a leak And the animals I've trapped Have all become my pets And I'm living off of grass And the drippings from the ceiling It's okay to eat fish 'Cause they don't have any feelings (x3) Something in the way, mmm Something in

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Mother's Pride poem - - -Black clouds formlike pillows of leadNot fathered, un-mothered,both weak and wild,wrong, yet faultless,a modern child... begetting none.- - -White mist wipesthe faulty mirrorFathered and mothered,both strong and mild,wise and innocent,a perfect child... becoming one.Copyright Peter Fairbrother June 2009

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my cover of the traditional song.lyrics:People get readyThere's a train a-comingYou don't need no ticketYou just get on boardAll you need is faithTo hear diesels hummingYou don't need no ticketYou just thank the Lord.If you trust in these wordsthat I'm telling you now,Just listen some moreand you will find,that truth isn't somethingyou have to believe inwhen you know it and feel ityou don't

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A blues song to celebrate British democratic freedoms and the renowned system of parliamentary demonocracy:(recording to follow)The politicians floating duck house bluesThere's a duck house over yondersee it floating on my moat?There's a duck house over yondersee it floating on my moat?I ain't been out to see my duck house, for 99 days - that's no joke.Wait a minute something's wrong, I can't get

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have a little faith - music video the lyrics:When the road gets darkAnd you can no longer seeJust let my love throw a sparkHave a little faith in meWhen the tears you cryAre all you can believeJust give these loving arms a try,Have a little faith in meHave a little faith in meHave a little faith in meHave a little faith in meHave a little faith in meWhen your secret heartCannot speak so

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at last ... the hippies playground comes alive. If'n you're bored stiff by the beginning, fast forward to 4 minutes+ for overdrive and flange :) I've been playing the drums for approx 1 week, so the timing is erratic :)The lyrics are most of the poemThe chords at the end are taken from 'More than a feeling' - which i happen to like

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The Pervert on Highchords// C / Am / F G //The quintessence is a nightmareconflicting demands and many liesAll that you've worked for will be undone* *chorusI don't want your pig-like instinctsI just want something useful to doAnd good people to share it with* *Maybe you've read the book of JobA centenarian having childrenAnd not a word of Down's syndromerpt chorus“Thou hast free will,” the '

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If If you can keep your head when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies, Or, being hated, don't give way to

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The forum has now settled down, and has lively sections formusic and current affairsThere's also plenty of scope to discuss other things, share your photos/Art and have fun/mischief with language. You MAY use your real name, but most people don't ...

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moved to here: poems and songs list of all posts

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Hope and Harmony video Hope is the thing with feathersPics by Marty downsWords by Emily DickinsonGargling by the Typist of Bude The lyrics have been published before (Google site:pjf.org.uk hope is the thing with feathers)

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The Shortest Pathby Peter FairbrotherChildren destroyed in broken homes,The victims cry - It isn't fair!New Age lobotomists - 'You chose this life.'It's their shortest route to the easy chair.There's millions in the poverty traptax and 'benefits' keep them there.'It's their own fault,' oft-quoted crap:four words, no thought; the comfy chair.'It's no use trying,' the waster claims'Look! better pay

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Ogden Nash's DuckTo go with today's photo, a very short poem by Ogden Nash:The DuckBehold the duck.It does not cluck.A cluck it lacks.It quacks.It is specially fondOf a puddle or pond.When it dines or sups,It bottoms ups. by Ogden Nash

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"Do not go gentle into that good night"Do not go gentle into that good night,Old age should burn and rave at close of day;Rage, rage against the dying of the light.Though wise men at their end know dark is right,Because their words had forked no lightning theyDo not go gentle into that good night.Good men, the last wave by, crying how brightTheir frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,Rage,

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Chesterton's DonkeyI love this, and wonder how many elderly people (not donkeys!) relate to it. I hope everyone has their hour ...The DonkeyWhen fishes flew and forests walked And figs grew upon thorn, Some moment when the moon was blood Then surely I was born. With monstrous head and sickening cry And ears like errant wings, The devil's walking parody On all four-footed things. The tattered

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Plagiarism defeatedDedicated to the (imminent) memory of Crippi Shitteep (alias Wilfred John) of Kerala, the renowned plagiarist and goat molester.No-one believes your given name, So I consulted our local medium/astrologer, Fayre Toomiddling, she peered into her crystal goldfish bowl and discerned that your true identity is Crippi Shitteep, c/o the Institute for the Rehabilitation of Goat

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Scarborough Fair song video and paintingsScarborough Fair - the place to be! Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and ThymeThe In Crowd - sort of ...Remember me to one who lives thereWithout no seams or needleworkBetween the salt water and the sea strand(not The Strand, Bude!)Ask her to reap it with a sickle of leatherRemember ...Many thanks to Marty Downs for the illustrations :):(Are you goin to

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Take It With Me - cover by Peter Fairbrother I was so weary when i got to the vocal (11p.m.) that i nearly fell over during the recording! Listen for the telltale wobble :) free song / mp3 / video

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Funny Alien Saving FaceI am an android called ElevenI spied the Earth and thought it HeavenI’d need a job to fit in thereAlso some cash to fund repairsSo Number 12, my boss, advised‘A dangerous place, go incognito.Better still, wear a disguise,They’ll try to steal your magneto.’I’d like a job that’s flexi-timeThat I can do from my own basePreferably while lying downI’ll call it ‘work’ -- thus

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A hymn for PaddyTo be a PissheadDrink, if it is your intent to sleep in the gutter,spend a mint to pickle your brain, become a nutter.There's no disfigurement beyond this linamentDeclare your first intent to be a pisshead.We shall breed whilst supping the mead, addle sensation,making sure our kiddies absorb poor concentration.They don't do as we say; they use their eyes all day.Thus we ensure

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A path for an individuala quote from Eileen CaddyNever be afraid to tread the path alone.Know which is your pathand follow it whereverit may lead you;do not feel you have to follow in someone else's footsteps.

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song of hopeRumour has it that the typist is shedded out, to coin a phase, and is about to record a favourite poem hope is thing with feathers by Emily Dickinsonas a song. Any chance that Lady Penny Lope will have time at her art class to perpetrate illustrations?

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Examples of Satire Poemsanon asked for satire poems (in the short poems post).Satire poem/lyrics of the effects of alcohol addictionhymn-for-alcoholicsVideo of the poem satire of Schoolvideo-of-poem-for-startersA satire poem/song - rewrite of 'Imagine'ImagineSatire poem of religious fundamentalismpoem-pentecost-sundaySatire poem of religious intolerancepoem-points-of-viewSatire of

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2nd Bude Folk Festival - 23-26 May 2008My latest excuse for not completing new songs, poems, etc:http://www.folk4all.net/BudeFolkFestivalIndex.htmLast year (its first) I didn't even find out where it was happening, so this year I'll make more of an effort!the link above leads to information about the artists, where to stay, etc.

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