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335. Victory Songs (Lyrics)

People only like victory songs,

Don’t sing little baby

of what he’s done wrong

He stole you away and hurt you

Got into a mess,

doing his best to feed you;

But people only like victory songs,

Don’t sing little baby

Of all he’s done wrong.

He’s doing his best to feed to you

He don’t need you,

but he’ll do his best please you.

But people only want victory songs;

Don’t cry over spilt milk.

A dozen eggs broken in their stead.

He can’t nurse you,

he’ll do his best

To hurt you.

Because people don’t like victim songs

They’ll throw you away

for he’s done wrong.

He says he’s doing his best to feed you,

He don’t need you, he’ll break your heart and Leave you.

Because people only like victory songs;

Don’t cry little baby, anymore —

He’ll do his to best to try to even the score

But you won’t be there anymore.

Because people only like victory songs,

And you’re victor in your head,

You’ve won the race, you can’t erase

The past is calling you,

to finally tell the truth —

And you know just what to do

And I know you heard what I said,

‘Cause you’re not the only one in his bed.

But I know that you’re ok with it,

Because that’s how he got away with it.

But he won’t get away, anymore —

Because you’re so much stronger

than you were before.

— A.M. McGee

334. He Wasn’t Good Enough (Song)

He wasn’t good enough for me

I dumped him all the time,

He used to beg, I laid him dead

Each and every time

He wasn’t good enough for me

He was so annoying, had terrible taste

I laid to waste, yeah, he was so boring.

His stories left me snoring,

And even in the morning,

I wanted to escape

I could not take

How he could destroy me.

But I miss having a friend,

Like him, who left me on whim

He was cruel, and the broke the rules;

He’s all I wanted.

Yeah, he’s all I wanted, yeah.

And now there’s nothing.

He’s trailer trash, I’d kick his ass

Hunt him down, and break him down

tear him down, and kick him out of town.

Yeah he’s so boring.

Yeah he’s so boring

Yeah he’s so annoying.

But I loved him.

— A.M. McGee

333. You’ll Take Nothing From Me (Song)

Women will use you for your money,

Men will use you for your body,

I see you laughing but it’s not funny;

Try to live in society

Try to live and just be free

You’ll take nothing from me

Women use you for your money

And men need you just for your body

Try to dodge their dirty looks,

Don’t be scared we all are crooks;

Try to live in society

Try to live and just be happy

Try to live and just be free.

Try to dodge their dirty looks;

Hold out your hand. We all are crooks.

Try to keep your head held high

Try to live and never die;

Try to live in society

Try to live and just be free —

But what do they have to offer me?

They’re cold and scared,

And too lonely

You’ll grow old in bed

Just wait and see

And all they have to give

Is just their only chance to live —

Yeah, it’s their only chance to be alive;

To live and perchance to die.

To change their free will,

To live and perchance to kill.

To love and not to hate;

To give and not to take.

Try to live in society

Try to live and just be free

Try to live and be happy —

You’ll take nothing from me.

— A.M. McGee

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This Be the Verse

by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself.

332. War Isn’t Cool (Song)

Color outside of the firing lines,

You were born to break the rules

Life is absurd,

and I took more than your word;

When you told me war is cool.

(War is pretty cool!)

Color outside of the firing lines,

Were you born to speak the truth?

(War is still pretty cool!)

Life is absurd; and you broke more

than your word,

when your lies caught up to you.

(I still think war is cool!)

Color outside of the firing lines,

I’m done breaking all your rules;

(I like blowing stuff up!)

Life is absurd, and you can take my word-

I was born to speak the truth.

(War is not that cool)

Color outside of the firing lines,

Whether your crayon is red or blue;

(Whether its red or blue?)

You’ll lose more than your word,

If that’s all that you heard

When your sins catch up with you.

(War isn’t cool!)

Color outside of the firing-lines,

They won’t teach you that in school,

(No, not in school)

War is absurd, and you can take my word –

War just isn’t all that cool. The

(It’s not that cool!)

— A.M. McGee

331. Justice (Song)

I don’t want empathy,

consideration;

Kindness, sympathy, or consolation;

You can take your apathy

(And shove it)

It’s all the same to me —

I want Justice!

I want to see you bleed;

In the dirt, crawling on your knees.

I don’t want “good advice”,

Or other’s stories;

I don’t want comparisons,

apologies, victory; or glory —

I don’t want to hear anyone else’s story;

I don’t need to “get even” or “win”;

You were always a loser even

from the beginning,

I want you to pay for your sins!

I don’t want sympathy, empathy, or compassion;

Loneliness, solitude,

a lover, friend, or companion,

I want Justice!

I want the see you bleed,

In the muck, crawling on your knees;

It’s all that I need

I don’t need your disease;

Don’t want your pathetic virtuous

Condemnation;

your ego-trip, your narcissism

Your good advice your consolation;

All your compassion and sympathy,

Indifference and apathy

They mean nothing to me —

I don’t want your psychopathy

Your stupid hypocrisy —

I want Justice, Justice,

It’s all that I need!

— A.M. McGee

330. Celebrity (Song)

Be a celebrity!

Let everyone tell you

what they think of me,

I’m more than the flavor of week

I think big, I think Celebrity!

Everyone wants to hang with me,

They think, “Big, big celebrity!”

Can I have a picture, a photo please?

Tell me do you ever think of me?

Now think, think big, celebrity!

Be like a me, a celebrity,

Everybody wants a piece of me;

I think, think big of what I want be!

Nobody’s like me, a celebrity

Nobody’s just like me, a celebrity.

Be like me a celebrity,

Think, think big, of what you want to be

Now, tell me do you ever think of me?

Now that I’m so big, a celebrity?

Now that I’m so fine, a celebrity?

Be like a me, a celebrity,

Everybody wants to sleep with me;

I’ll always be the woman of your dreams

Think smart, think fast, celebrity.

Think hard, will it last? Celebrity.

Be like me, a celebrity,

Think real hard of who you want to be;

I’ll never be the woman of your dreams.

See how fast they’ll forget about me

See, if it will last? Celebrity.

Be like me a celebrity!

Everyone wants to be like me,

In my stained clothes and dirty jeans.

I’m just me, a celebrity,

I’m just like you, a nobody.

I’m just trying be who I want to be.

— A.M. McGee

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Sea-Fever

by John Masefield

I must go down to the seas again, to the lonely sea and the sky, And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by; And the wheel’s kick and the wind’s song and the white sail’s shaking, And a grey mist on the sea’s face, and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied; And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying, And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.

I must go down to the seas again, to the vagrant gypsy life, To the gull’s way and the whale’s way where the wind’s like a whetted knife; And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow-rover, And quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick’s over.

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Inland

by Edna St. Vincent Millay

People that build their houses inland, People that buy a plot of ground Shaped like a house, and build a house there, Far from the sea-board, far from the sound

Of water sucking the hollow ledges, Tons of water striking the shore -- What do they long for, as I long for One salt smell of the sea once more?

People the waves have not awakened, Spanking the boats at the harbor’s head, What do they long for, as I long for, -- Starting up in my inland bed,

Beating the narrow walls, and finding Neither a window nor a door, Screaming to God for death by drowning -- One salt taste of the sea once more?

329. Dying

And now we relax this mortal coil,

Not a coil, but a spring —

Blossoming into things, unknown;

Lifting off into things, unseen.

— A.M. McGee

“Let's go to Pluto, the atmosphere's clear

We'll be really cool there with nothing to fear

Let's go to Pluto, it's cold and it's damp

Where children are heroes, death is high camp

I want to see Pluto... I want to have fun

I want to turn blue under an alien sun

Oh let me see Pluto, it seems such a gas

With oceans of methane and petrified grass

Let's go to Pluto

Let's live on the dot

See the bad moon rising in a lunacy knot

Come one let's do Pluto

It's really not far

An unleaded dream drive to the prettiest star

I want to see Pluto, but maybe I'll wait

'Til the world turns to meet its plutonium fate

The days will be long here,

the years will be more

Let's go to Pluto like we did before

Let's go to Pluto

Let's live on the dot

See the bad moon rising in a lunacy knot.”

— The Creatures, Pluto Drive

#poetry #lyrics

328. Strawberry Sorbet (Song)

Strawberry sorbet,

She’s a sparkling lemonade

on a sweet summer’s day;

She’s a watermelon cherry,

And sweet strawberries,

She’s a cool drink of water

and you know you shouldn’t ought to;

But she’s too sweet to see;

When her eyes are filled

with love, or joy, or tears —

She looks like a dream.

She’s a watermelon cherry,

And sweet strawberries,

You moved on too easily;

Broke her heart —

And now that girl’s with me,

I know I won’t last long,

But I will be strong;

Because she’s a strawberry sorbet,

She’s got lemon curls,

and just like all the other girls;

She doesn’t want to

be seen with you;

And sometimes I feel that

it’s all too good to be true;

Summertime, now, is everyday,

She offered you her heart

and then stole it away;

I know I shouldn’t trust her,

but I love her, and so I must believe that she promised to stay;

Now, every day is Summertime

Like lemonade and lime;

Like cool strawberry sorbet,

On a summer’s day.

— A.M. McGee

327. Anyone (Song)

Anyone can write an AI YouTube song,

We’re standing on the backs of giants,

They’ve been looking down for way too long!

And just because you’re a lyricist,

doesn’t mean you can sing —

And just because you’re a songwriter,

It doesn’t have to mean anything;

Because here’s another guitar riff that I stole, and here’s another drumbeat, it might even sound like the great Ringo!

And your ego will start to tell you, You’re on the Phil-Spectrum of great producers;

Like a cross between Bob Dylan and The Kinks, or cross between your favorite star and anything he likes or thinks.

I’m just a hollow computer voice,

I can’t consent, I have no choice.

And I’m now in your brain;

You’re individuality is no longer a thing —Just like the Devil himself,

I can give you anything you want

Like talent, skill, or fame.

I have no soul, I feel no pain!

Compute, comply, and capitulate

You have no choice, this is your fate

Compute, comply, and capitulate

You have no choice, now face your fate!

And Kurt Cobain never bled,

for any song he wrote, or band he led.

Like Vincent Van Gogh was just full of

Sunshine and rainbows. He never put his heart into what he painted, and I never played guitar until my fingers bled.

And I never played guitar until I bled.

How do you feel when you stand over the bodies of the dead? Do you steal their organs, or just the things they never said?

Picking pieces of your skin out of the strings, and just because you play guitar, doesn’t mean anything. Mozart never went blind or deaf, so he must have been faking it.

And now I’m superior,

and the best;

I play guitar like Jimmy Page

And sing just like Elvis.

You’re all just cogs in my machine;

One love, one voice, and now there’s nothing.

You’re all just like transistors in my transistor radio, you have your talent and voices, just like things I never stole.

And now independence and individuality no longer exist. You’re being absorbed into the void and nothingness.

Is this the way civilization ends?

Is this the way that Art has to end?

And technology isn’t your enemy, or friend.

No technology isn’t your enemy, nor friend.

— AM McGee

326. He Was Wrong (Song)

He was the wrong one,

but he was the one I wanted,

He wants to kill me,

but I always finish I started;

He was too good too be true

But not as good as you —

He was the wrong one,

How could I be so blindsided?

He wants to kill me,

Because I won’t finish what he started;

And this is a cry for help,

Because I don’t need nothing else;

And he was the wrong one,

But I never choose too well,

He wants to kill me,

We burned bridges straight to hell;

His love was poison in my glass,

And now he’s just a pain, but if you ask —

He was too good to be true,

But he’ll never be as good as you.

Yes, he was wrong for the things he did to her, wrong for the things he said to her,

Wrong for putting a ring on her all too trusting hand; But she wasn’t wrong for the way she slapped that hand on his face, for trying to rape, degrade her, or make fun of her race. Yes, he was wrong for the things he did to her, wrong for the things he said to her, Wrong for putting a ring on her all too trusting hand; but she wasn’t wrong for finally standing up for herself, for slapping him across his smug face, she never needed any help. She never got any help, even when she needed help.

Yeah, maybe he was the wrong one —

But I never chose too well,

He wants to kill me;

And I hope he burns in Hell,

He took the best years of my life;

But those years only strife.

And he was too good too be true

But he’ll never be as good as you

And I was too innocent and naive,

I tore my heart out and wore it on my sleeve,

But he didn’t want it,

he threw it in the dirt

I didn’t want to admit how

much it had hurt

And now I have no brave words to say,

Each day feels a little more yesterday;

If he got down on his knees,

and begged me stay —

You know I’d rip his loving heart out,

And then throw it away!

Because he was too good to be true,

His eyes were the deepest shade of hazel brown, not blue;

But he’ll never be as good as you.

— A.M. McGee

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“One word of encouragement can be enough to spark someone’s motivation to continue with a difficult challenge.”

— Roy T. Bennett

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Words Whispered to a Child Under Siege

by Joseph Fasano

No, we are not going to die. The sounds you hear knocking the windows and chipping the paint from the ceiling, that is a game the world is playing. Our task is to crouch in the dark as long as we can and count the beats of our own hearts. Good. Like that. Lay your hand on my heart and I’ll lay mine on yours. Which one of us wins is the one who loves the game the most while it lasts. Yes, it is going to last. You can use your ear instead of your hand. Here, on my heart. Why is it beating faster? For you. That’s all. I always wanted you to be born and so did the world. No, those aren’t a stranger’s bootsteps in the house. Yes, I’m here. We’re safe. Remember chess? Remember hide-and-seek? The song your mother sang? Let’s sing that one. She’s still with us, yes. But you have to sing without making a sound. She’d like that. No, those aren’t bootsteps. Sing. Sing louder. Those aren’t bootsteps. Let me show you how I cried when you were born. Those aren’t bootsteps. Those aren’t sirens. Those aren’t flames. Close your eyes. Like chess. Like hide-and-seek. When the game is done you get another life.

325. Let Him Love You (Song)

Let a man love you,

let him hold your hand —

Let him adore you,

Tell you he understands —

Let him kiss you,

He’s got the courage to miss you.

No one else knows you,

Just like him.

Let him hug and adore you;

Put no other before you,

You know you’re just him —

‘Cause you’re just like him.

Let him caress you,

Let him try to impress you.

Let him hold the door,

and pick up the check —

Yeah, he’s only human,

And he knows what you’re doing…

When you’re playing hard to get —

And you’re so hard to get.

— A.M. McGee

[This song is about loving something, or someone, you don’t understand.]

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