Songs About / On: POVERTY

A MAN'S A MAN FOR ALL THAT
or IS THERE FOR HONEST POVERTY
by Robert Burns
Is there for honest poverty
That hangs his head, an' a' that read more »

Deep within these ruins is a city full of life
A growing force surpassing all the poverty and strife
An underground militia taking orders from but one
The right to choose who lives or dies 'til senseless victories won
The deadly prowlers are active through the night read more »

Wind why do you blow into poor people's eyes
And push the rich ones ahead
Not letting them have a breath of poverty
Wind you stream the hair
Of bad and good people
Chill their bodies with yout blow
Cool our exited minds read more »

Your life is in danger...
Beware of the cannibal whores
Keep your distance from the uncivilised humans
Observe their daily ritual of desvration and dismemberment
Bamboo shelters degrated with carcasses read more »

Hey!
Well tell me how ya been?
I see I see I see well that's too bad
Say, what?
It's hard to beleive read more »

Wide awake in the candlelight
Stoned straight, crashing
Ocean wave patterns and sunset
In their prime
Shoulder demons tell me read more »

Today a new sun rises
Look in the mirror there's no surprises
Things ain't what they used to be
Cary Grant's on L.S.D.
If I only had time read more »

You can't deal with the problem on the surface anymore
go for the root -
and put your boot in the door
knock down the walls
and get right to the core read more »

There's a specter in the corner of an illustrated page
And a lonesome muted stripling with a rapt remedial gaze.
The poverty of his language and the wealth of his emotion
Bring him endless murky musings and unexpected frustration
Angst and madness weave the fabric of his life.
Tomorrow might be better but right now it feels like
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There's a panther wild and proud behind the doors of a redolent cage,
And an underdeveloped intellect filled with impotent and static rage.
And don't think you're exempt if you earn good weekly wages,
'Cause you're neighbor's going crazy and insanity's contagious.
I know there's so much you want to say
But your tongue gets in the way and sometimes it feels like
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I know there's so much you want to say
And the tumbrel of your mind gets in the way.
It's the same for everybody to degrees.
We all get that foggy freeze and sometimes it feels like
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Aborteum.
I said Luciani
The future's here today
I said Hey Luciani
Pope of three three days read more »