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Don't Nobody Love Ya

 

Don’t Nobody Love Ya
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Don’t nobody love ya
When you down and out
Don’t nobody want ya
When you can’t give ‘em nothin' back
Don’t nobody need ya
When all you got is an empty hand.
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Nah, they don’t see ya, man
Hangin' back in the shadows, waitin’
Heck, they don’t even see ya standing in the sunshine
If you holdin’ a beggin’ bowl
You not even a man to them
All you is, is a bag o’bones in a dirty shirt.
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All of ya’ll is invisible, you hear me?
A buncha homeless nobodies carrying ya home on your backs
Little bags of stuff nobody else want
Little bits of trash and treasure to decorate the alleyways
And you think you gots it made
‘Cause you got more trash than others.
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They call ya homeless
And they jump back like they gonna catch somethin’
Sometimes they even cross the street to avoid ya
See how they look at you?
Look at that fear in their eyes
And can’t you just taste that bad taste in they mouths?
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Ain’t they somethin’?
They, with their fancy shoes
And roofs over they heads?
Hurryin’, hurryin’ here and there
Like they got somewheres to go
And especially away from you.
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What they don’t know, like you know, like I know
Is that tomorrow, in the blink of an eye
They could lose them pretty shoes
And those cozy little roofs
And be out here walking these here mean streets
No better off than you.
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The man, he giveth and he taketh away
He smile in your face and make you promises like a holy man
And you run to his shelter and stick out your hands
And he backs off and looks at ya, puzzled
Like you s’post to know he was just lyin’
Like you s’post to know it all just a game.
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But you know what?
All them rich folks, them high and mighty and shady and greedy
They know somethin’ you all don’t know
They know that the rich gonna keep getting richer
And the poor gonna keep gettin’ poorer
‘Cause they gonna take all you got and you gonna give ‘em the rest.
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‘Cause ya’ll just sheep
And they is your shepherds
Not good shepherds, mind you
‘Cause they don’t give a damn about you all
They don’t care if you die or cry or live out in the rain
And they damn sure don’t feel your pain.
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But you know what?
One of these days all their houses gonna all fall down
A big ole crash, a big ole ka-Boom
And it’ll all be gone, like that!
And where they all gonna be, then?
Out here on these streets, walkin’ like zombies.
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Nah, I’ll tell you the truth if ya got a mind to hear it
One day all them people out around the fire barrels
All them homeless, hungry people
They gonna stand up, raise their fists and they gonna say:
We want our homes back! We want our country back! 

We want our freedom back!
And there’s gonna be a horde 

Of homeless angry people marching like an army.
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I can’t wait to see that day, can you?
Say, man, ya got a little sumpin-sumpin left in that bottle?
Any more of that soup left over there?
It sure is cold out here tonight, ain’t it?
We all gotta stick together if we gonna survive
Yeah, don’t nobody love you if you down and out.
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We down and out now
But you just wait
You just wait………………
I already hear them high rises fallin’
And those golden bulls crashin’
And them rich shepherds startin’ to scream.
Come on now boys, let’s sing us a little bit a
“We shall overcome……we shall overcome…. someday……
Lawd, have mercy, shore ’nuff we is
Someday, someday, someday…..we gonna be some overcomin’ fools……
Boy, I tell you what!!!!
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©by Voo
Nov 24, 08
8:20 p.m.

Space Weaver

 

put on full screen...oh my goodness!!!!

Astronauts And Ancient Dreams

 

                                               Valley of the Moon...Lisa Gerrard

 Astronauts And Ancient Dreams

On the dark side of the moon

We built a snowman out of dust

And watched dead rockets flying by

In waves of antiquated rust.

Travelling through the universe

We'd tired of outer space

And went to rest upon the rock

To touch the moon man's face.

We bounded down to craters

And jumped up to the stars

Spread our picnic on the ground

And made our plans for Mars.

For we were growing lonely

For the sights and scenes of home

Though the planet was deserted

And all the ones we loved... long gone.

Just you and I, for centuries now

Survived to man the ship

To go where no one has gone before

On a thousand different trips.

But we are tired, so very tired

Of sailing through the black

And we are longing for red soil

And dream of going back.

The face there of your father's father

The fallen statue lain

It begs us to return and raise

It to it's feet again.

That Earth would know our story

Stare in silenced shock and gulp

To lay the myths at last to rest

When that ancient one stands up.

It will be our last great mission

To restore those ruins and soon

And we sigh in unison with a million stars

On the dark side of the moon.

©by Voo

July 26, 07

midnight