Spitting Out The Demons

Spitting out the demons (demons)
Popping out of holes (good times)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Coming in the good times (good times do we have)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Falling out of aeroplanes (good times)
Spitting out the demons (demons)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)
Come on, it won't hurt (good times)

song performed by Gorillaz
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Wishing star(^, ^)

A brightly star that twinkles in the midnight sky! The royal beauty bright star! The sparkling star like a diamond in the sky! The shinning star like a sliver ring around the finger! The precious star like a bride wearing a wedding dress! The star that goes to east and west like the spite fire aeroplane! The star that you will wish to go in side it and look the beautyness of it! The wishing star..star by karabo mafojane

poem by K.R Relebogile Mafojane
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The Cycle

The clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants,
the great indolent planes
Of autumn pelicans nine or a dozen strung shorelong,
But chiefly the gulls, the cloud-caligraphers of windy spirals
before a storm,
Cruise north and south over the sea-rocks and over
That bluish enormous opal; very lately these alone, these and the
clouds
And westering lights of heaven, crossed it; but then
A hull with standing canvas crept about Point Lobos . . . now
all day long the steamers
Smudge the opal's rim; often a seaplane troubles
The sea-wind with its throbbing heart. These will increase, the
others diminish; and later
These will diminish; our Pacific has pastured
The Mediterranean torch and passed it west across the fountains
of the morning;
And the following desolation that feeds on Crete
Feed here; the clapping blackness of the wings of pointed cormorants,
the great sails

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poem by Robinson Jeffers
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Eastern Rain

Rain comes from the east one night
We watch it come
To hang like beaded curtains
Till the morning sun
Water dripping from our clothes
You with raindrops on your nose
Ask me sadly please dont go away now.
Till the rain is done, I say
Ill stay now.
Rain outside but inside we dont mind at all
Shadows by the fire slowly climb and fall
Kisses fade and leave no trace
Whispers vanish into space
The dawn will send me on a chase to nowhere
Why cry as if I were the first to go there
And I know I shouldnt be here
Yes, I know I should go home
But that eastern rain drones in my brain
And Im so all alone, so all alone
Morning comes up from the east

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song performed by Joni Mitchell
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A Sunny Afternoon

When I was young
along time ago
and lived in a different country.
I used to go into the back garden
and sit on my swing.
Rocking back and forward
I used to gaze up in the sky
and watch the Daks flying
across an unmolested sky
on a sunny afternoon.

2 March 2008

Author’s note:
Dak is an abbreviation for the Douglass Dakota Aircraft.

poem by David Harris
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Leaving On A Jet Plane

This song appears on seventeen albums, and was first released on the rhymes & reasons album, this is john denver, the country roads collection) and the rocky mountain collection, and has als
N rerecorded on the greatest hits vol 1, changes, voice of america, john denver (italian) country classics, take me home, country roads - and other hits, the very best of john denver (double cd)
Favourites albums. a brand new studio recording also appears on the love again and a celebration of life albums. live versions also appears on the live in london album and the wildlife concert a
E best of john denver live albums as a medley.
All my bags are packed
Im ready to go
Im standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morn
The taxis waitin
Hes blowin his horn
Already Im so lonesome
I could die
So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that youll wait for me
Hold me like youll never let me go
cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go

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song performed by John Denver
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To Fly

Howling may cease, their howls mean sense
To the doctoring few who have some to commence.
The shout has an animal on the brain,
More than the worth of an aeroplane.
It will fly and commence flight,
Much like a hesitation of the sight.
We interrogate the pilot for his intelligence,
Again, the man who flies thinks of distance.
The engines are like the fire of crying,
They have wept, the pilots, in the time of beautifying.

poem by Naveed Akram
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Macabre Dance

It’s goodbye to the house on the hill
overlooking the bay
and nothing will ever again be ok
and the businessman, the learned professor,
the doctor, the dentist, the artisan
and even the artist must die

as now matters are settled with a blade,
an axe, a sub-machinegun and torching
by masses of barbaric uneducated people,
who wants more of every thing
and takes it by force

and it’s goodbye to the farmer
who cultivates the land,
goodbye to the holy man
who teaches people of God,
the tradesman, the shop owner,
the policeman, soldier and guard

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poem by Gert Strydom
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A Call II

...details, inc, inc, inc, secreterces, ink, ink, ink, sweet quatros, dieci, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine, nine. Ocho. Ochoa, neves, neves, neves, sex sank for three, two, one, fire, fire, water, water, running away, water running forever. Hiss of piss in the trolls' bowl. Baggottfaggott, baggotfaggott. Groans of sons in the crones bones. Piper, pipe us a tune, tuneful and sweet, like herring, herring, running away. Drone, drone of the moatboat. Fire, fire everywhere, eatrat, eat and a beer. Eat, overspilling and sweet, like herring, herring, running awayawa, poob, poob. A ship, a deck, a hull, a hold, a fire, fire everywhere. Don'tsmoke, don'tsmoke. Will, wool, well, wail, Ariadne's string, string running forever, ink, ink, ink, hyebye, hyebye. Oh, oh, oh, oh, that's nothing, nothing running away forever, awayawa. Zood, zood, owns, parknap, parknap, ereh, ereh, ARTIVEL, for, three, three, two, won: fire! A lion. A roar. A shriek. A chill. WILLIE-WILLIE! i

poem by Robert Dickerson
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Mindless Observations

The great Chicago Fire
Happened long before
Morrison started paying any attention
To the blood all in the streets of the city
Could either by chance
Abated the other?
The notion is preposterous
Given the theory that
Two wrongs never make a right.
But if two wrights
Can go to making airplanes
From selling bicycles
Then any goddamn thing is possible.

poem by Dan Walters
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Blown Up Slaughtered

the blood of innocent
men women children
blown up slaughtered

by your fancy jet planes
is sick neutered political point
scoring of cruel worst kind....

air force stealth jets scores
international political points
for infamous shadow masters

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Maureen Maureen

Maureen, maureen,
I shot a doctor last night on the airplane
Well, they said he wouldnt hurt us
But he got me real nervous and mean
He was fat and he stank
And God knows that he drank more than we do
So I shot him in the first class
Then I bailed out and ran home to you
Chorus:
But you dont believe me
I could tell by your smile
Honey, why dont you leave me
Get lost for awhile, maureen.
Maureen, maureen,
Theres a hole in between where we come from
And the things that Im thinking
Aint necessary the things that I say
I may have lied to myself
But I tried to tell God how I love you
But even he dont answer

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song performed by John Prine
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When the rain fall

When the rain Fall

wet and dusty drone
touches my skin

like breeze hype
my coolness hump

oh! come thirsty minds,
struggle to whisper

my trouble ear salute,
nay stay my forehead

as the eyes that closes
to wrinkle my sight,

i'll stay forever wet

poem by Antonio Liao
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New needs need new techniques. And the modern artists have found new ways and new means of making their statements... the modern painter cannot express this age, the airplane, the atom bomb, the radio, in the old forms of the Renaissance or of any other past culture.

quote by Jackson Pollock
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Homomatopoia

Hiss,
Grunt,
roar
Gibber
growl
screech
Humm
drone
buzz
chirp
whistle
tweet
boom
yelp
cry
Bell
bark
squawk
woof
howl

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poem by Jerome Moore
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Treetop Flyer

[transcribed by sean c]
By stephen stills(? )
I could be a rambler from the seven dials
I dont pay taxes cause I never file
I dont do bidness that dont make me smile
I love my aeroplane cause shes got style
Im a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer
I fly any cargo that you can pay to run
The bush league pilots, they just cant get the job done
Youve got to fly down the canyon, dont never see the sun
Theres no such thing as an easy run
Im a treetop flyer
Treetop flyer
I fly low, Im in high demand
Go 15 feet over the rio grande
I blow the mesquite right up off the sand
Im seldon seen, specially when I land
Im a treetop flyer
Born survivor

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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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A Relief

We had a firm belief
That NATO certainly
Will give us a relief
In Drone attacks
By changing the tracks;
Just now a new
Policy has been announced
That Pakistan is to be pounced
Upon from the territory of Afghanistan,
Instead of from the region of Pakistan.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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Hitler deliberates with himself

At first I was a corporal
but now I am the commander
of the highest general
where I move my armoured forces

my squadrons of warplanes
like lightning,
throwing the whole of Europe and even Russia
into great confusion.

Millions of people worship me,
follow my commands to exact precision
while the whole world lies in my hands
and just a speck of island stands in my way.

My commands go out:
“let rockets fall there day and night
without end, raining down like stars,
let them bend before me as a god! ”

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poem by Gert Strydom
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Montana Road

I see the mountains in the distance
This Montana road feels so quiet
Sunset brings ghosts
Chill of the past puts a tear in my eye
Fall stars so clear and bright tonight
Images of soldiers and helicopters
Long hairs and protest
We kissed amidst the turbulence
Lots of drugs and booze
We both lost friends in that era
Hendrix, Joplin and Morrison gone
Lately Vietnam haunts me
I put on some Buffalo Springfield
“A thousand people in the street
Singing songs and carrying signs”
We were young and hungry
Man! am I glad I went thru the 60’s
This Montana road seems to go forever

poem by Joseph Narusiewicz
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The Ballad Of The Architect Angel

The architect angel held juda ranch.
Just a dirty mile down on the borderline.
Where he mastered blastin and hustled young cattle for slaughter
And dated judas daughter.
From the cellar aways to the attics and all across the plains
Broke electric static of religious strain,
And though he was never an addict, he wore scars on his veins.
Like a young girl holds her first pimp, he held his Bible in.
From desert bars and church bazaars, the hunger slowly came
With vulgar faces from vulgar places lookin for a game.
Well, ivory gun handles and chamber grease
And souped-up hydroplanes.
The bullets burn from tv silver, bearin great cowboys names.
Now with 14 inches of gun barrel, smokin from the lid,
Spurs on straight black bootheels, he said they call me the brooklyn kid.
And in his lonely zenith nightmares, well thats just what they did.
Oh, how he played out his scenes, loaded on dreams.
Well, his holster slung low like a hot kid-sister
Tied back to his leg like he gonna do.
He was stompin the step he called the quickman twister.

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song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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