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  • Molly,

    That sounds wild! I haven't been to a concert in ages, I guess the last one was Ian Anderson last year in our local theatre. It wasn't wild, but I sat not 10 feet from him and it was great to see him up close like that.

    Clear Skies,

    I have that Hedwid and the Angry Inch CD, and it's really good. I can't help visualizing the movie when it's playing, which usually cracks me up.

    Six inches forward, five inches back, I've got an angry inch!
    He's got the Midas touch.
    But he touched it too much!
    Hey Goldmember, Hey Goldmember!

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    • Originally posted by Sikander
      Molly,

      That sounds wild!

      Six inches forward, five inches back, I've got an angry inch!
      I think, knowing something of yoru musical tastes, you'd have loved the concert- it was like 70s glam rock meets new wave meets street theatre thing.

      Here's a little ditty in a similar (blue) vein to the Hedwig song :

      Victoria Spivey: The Organ Grinder Blues


      Organ grinder, organ grinder,
      organ grinder, play that melody
      Take your organ, and grind some more for me
      Grind it north, grind it north,
      grind it north, and grind it east and west,
      When you grind it slow, I like it the best
      Organ grinder, organ grinder,
      you don't have to pass your hat no more
      You're the grinder I've been waitin' for
      Organ grinder, organ grinder,
      your sweet music seems to ease my mind
      It's not your organ, but it's the way you grind
      Organ grinder, organ grinder,
      Organ grinder, don't tell me you're through
      If you are tired, let mama grind a while for you


      And nary a double entendre in sight
      Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

      ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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      • Originally posted by molly bloom


        I think, knowing something of yoru musical tastes, you'd have loved the concert- it was like 70s glam rock meets new wave meets street theatre thing.

        Here's a little ditty in a similar (blue) vein to the Hedwig song :

        Victoria Spivey: The Organ Grinder Blues


        Organ grinder, organ grinder,
        organ grinder, play that melody
        Take your organ, and grind some more for me
        Grind it north, grind it north,
        grind it north, and grind it east and west,
        When you grind it slow, I like it the best
        Organ grinder, organ grinder,
        you don't have to pass your hat no more
        You're the grinder I've been waitin' for
        Organ grinder, organ grinder,
        your sweet music seems to ease my mind
        It's not your organ, but it's the way you grind
        Organ grinder, organ grinder,
        Organ grinder, don't tell me you're through
        If you are tired, let mama grind a while for you


        And nary a double entendre in sight
        He's got the Midas touch.
        But he touched it too much!
        Hey Goldmember, Hey Goldmember!

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        • I actually wasn't the world's biggest fan of the Hedwig movie; I mean, I liked it, but I didn't adore it the way some of my friends did. Bits of it were just a little too surreal and disjointed. But that song is one of the few that can actually move me to tears.
          Another of that few follows

          Two For Tuesday: Dar Williams

          Mortal City

          She never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City
          The cold comes though every crack she puts her hand up to
          The radiator's broken, so she has to use electric heat

          And tonight was the first date with the brother of the guy she worked next to
          He lived a couple streets away
          He listened, he had things to say
          She asked him up for dinner sometime
          Sometime was tonight

          The radio gave updates on the ice storm while she made the dinner
          They said, from all the talk, you shouldn't drive or even walk
          And this just in, we're asking everyone to turn off their power
          They need it at the hospital

          She ran around pulling plugs, then she called him up
          Maybe now they shouldn't meet
          He said that he would brave the streets
          She met him at the door with a blanket and a candle
          Saying, I heard it on the radio, I had to turn my power off

          He said, you're not the only one, the streets were dark tonight,
          It was like another century
          With dim lamps and candles lighting up the icy trees
          And the clouds and a covered moon

          She said what kind of people make a city
          Where you can't see the sky and you can't feel the ground?

          I tell you something, I have this feeling that this city's dying
          He said, it's not dying, it's the people who are dying
          She said yes, yes, I think the people are dying and nobody cares...

          We had all this technology
          Our dreams were bold and vague
          And then one city got bad planners, one city got the plague

          He asked, why did you move here? She said, for the job
          For the job and I've been
          So lonely here
          So lonely
          There's no one I can talk to, you know I don't even know your brother

          He smiled and said, sometimes at night I walk out by the river
          The city's one big town, the water turns it upside down
          People found this city because they love other people
          They want their secretaries, they want their power lunches

          And think about tonight, I heard the same newscast you did
          I unplugged everything, I looked out the window
          And I think the city heard, I watched as one by one the lights went off
          So that they could give their power to the hospital

          They ate in silence while she thought this over
          They sat together in a dark room in the Mortal City
          Shifting in their blankets so they wouldn't get spaghetti on them

          Then came the awkward moment
          After dinner, what to do
          The ice was still falling, the streets were still dangerous
          The cabs were not running
          And this neighborhood was not the greatest

          They both looked at the space where a couch would've been
          She felt her stomach sink, she felt like she could hardly think

          She said, I never should have rented this apartment in the Mortal City
          The cold comes through every crack I put my hand up to
          The radiator doesn't work, I have to use electric heat

          And that settled it, they would both sleep in her bed
          It was a matter of survival
          She brought out t-shirts, sweatshirts, sweatpants, socks, hats
          If there was ever any thought of what would happen in that bed tonight
          There was no question now
          They could barely move
          They were wrapped up like ornaments waiting for another season

          They lay in bed, they listened to the pelting ice
          He said, my brother's not a bad guy, he's just quiet
          I wished you liked this city
          She said, maybe I do

          I think I have a special kind of hearing tonight
          I hear the neighbors upstairs
          I hear my heart beating
          I hear one thousand hearts beating at the hospital
          And one thousand hearts by their bedsides waiting
          Saying that's my love in the white gown

          We are not lost in the Mortal City
          We are not lost in the Mortal City...


          The Ballad Of Mary Magdalen

          My name is Mary Magdalen
          I come from Palestine
          Please excuse these rags I’m in
          I’ve fallen on hard times
          But long ago I had my work
          When I was in my prime
          But I gave it up, and all for love
          It was his career or mine

          Jesus loved me, this I know
          Why on earth did I ever let him go?
          He was always faithful, he was always kind
          But he walked off with this heart of mine

          A love like this comes but once
          This I do believe
          And I’ll not see his like again
          As I live and breathe
          And I’m sorry if I might offend
          But I’ll never see
          How the tenderness I shared with him
          Became a heresy

          Jesus loved me, this I know
          Why on earth did I ever let him go?
          He was always faithful, he was always kind
          But he walked off with this heart of mine

          And I remember nights we spent
          Whispering our creed
          Our rituals, our sacrament
          The stars our canopy
          And there beneath an olive tree
          We’d offer up our plea
          God’s creation, innocent
          His arms surrounding me

          Jesus loves me, this I know
          Why on earth did he ever have to go?
          He was always faithful, he was always kind
          But he walked off with this heart of mine
          He was always faithful, he was always kind
          But he walked off with this heart of mine
          "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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          • Bjork: Visur Vatnsenda-Rosu



            Augun mín og Augun þín
            Ó þá fögru steina
            Mitt var þitt og þitt var mitt
            þú veist hvað ég meina
            Langt er síðan sá ég hann
            Sannlega fríður var hann
            Allt sem prýða má einn mann
            mest af lýðum bar hann
            þig ég trega manna mest
            Mædda af tára flóði
            Ó að við hefðum aldrei sést
            elsku vinurinn góði

            from Hector Zazou's 'Songs From the Cold Seas' .
            Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

            ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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            • 10000 Maniacs - Eden
              (alternate lyrics demo)

              We are the roses in the garden
              Beauty with thorns among our leaves
              To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed
              What is the reason for having roses
              When your blood is shed carelessly?
              It must be
              For something
              More than vanity...

              Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people
              That we dream
              Not as close as we could be
              How can we know the one to follow?
              With the best of the best we could lead
              Toward a better life, toward
              Decency

              How we love the lives we're given
              But we're trapped inside the prison
              Of our goodness
              Of our evil
              Of our humanity

              All in time
              But the clock is another demon that divides our time in Eden
              In our paradise
              Will we know the simple pleasure?
              Will we learn to love and treasure
              These precious gifts of life?

              Be enraptured
              By the bounty
              And the phrase we heard resounding...
              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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              • Fire Inc - Tonight Is What It Means To Be Young
                lyrics by Jim Steinman

                I've got a dream 'bout an angel on the beach
                And the perfect waves are starting to come
                His hair is flying out in ribbons of gold
                And his touch has got the power to stun

                I've got a dream 'bout an angel in the forest
                Enchanted by the edge of a lake
                His body's flowing in the jewels alive
                And the earth below is starting to shake

                But I don't see any angels in the city
                I don't hear any holy choirs sing
                And if I can't get an angel
                I can still get a boy
                And a boy'd be the next best thing
                The next best thing to an angel
                A boy'd be the next best thing

                I've got a dream 'bout a boy in a castle
                And he's dancing like a cat on the stairs
                He's got the fire of a prince in his eyes
                And the thunder of a drum in his ears

                I've got a dream 'bout a boy on a star
                Lookin' down upon the rim of the world
                He's there all alone and dreamin' of someone like me
                I'm not an angel but at least I'm a girl

                I've got a dream when the darkness is over
                We'll be lyin' in the rays of the sun
                But it's only a dream and tonight is for real
                You'll never know what it means
                But you'll know how it feels
                It's gonna be over
                Over!
                Before you know it's begun
                Before you know it's begun...

                It's all we really got tonight
                Stop your cryin', hold on
                Tonight!
                Before you know it it's gone
                Tonight!
                Tonight is what it means to be young
                Tonight is what it means to be young

                Let the revels begin
                Let the fire be started
                We're dancing for the restless and the broken-hearted
                Let the revels begin
                Let the fire be started
                We're dancing for the desperate and the broken-hearted

                Say a prayer in the darkness for the magic to come
                No matter what it seams
                Tonight is what it means to be young
                Before you know it it's gone
                Tonight is what it means to be young
                Before you know it it's gone

                The things they say
                And then the things they do
                Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true...
                The things they say
                And then the things they do
                Nothin's gonna stop us if our aim is true
                Because tonight is what it means to be young...
                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                • Boys of Bedlam

                  For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
                  Ten thousand miles I'd travel
                  Mad Magdalen goes on dirty toes
                  For to save her shoes from gravel

                  Chorus:

                  Still I sing bonnie boys, bonnie mad boys
                  Bedlam boys are bonnie,
                  For they all go bare and they live by the air
                  And they want no drink nor money

                  I went down to Satan's kitchen
                  For to get me food one morning
                  And there I got souls piping hot
                  All on the spit a-turning

                  Chorus

                  Me staff has murdered giants
                  And me bag a long knife carries
                  For to cut mince pies from children's thighs
                  With which to feed the fairies

                  Chorus

                  This spirit's white as lightning
                  Would on me travels guide me
                  The moon would shake and the stars would quake
                  When ever they espied me

                  Chorus

                  And when that I have murdered
                  The man in the moon to a powder
                  His staff I'll break and his dog I'll shake
                  And there'll howl no demon louder

                  Chorus

                  For to see mad Tom of Bedlam
                  Ten thousand years I'd travel
                  Mad Maudlin goes on dirty toes
                  For to save her shoes from gravel

                  Chorus
                  Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                  ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                  • Pandora's Box - Good Girls Go To Heaven

                    When the wind is howling through your window pane
                    It's not the only pain of the night
                    You're burning up in your bed, you got a fever of love
                    And there's not an anti-body in sight

                    Hey Jenny, Jenny
                    Why are you crying?
                    There's a beauty of a moon in the sky
                    But I guess when you've been leading such a sheltered life
                    You never lift your head and look so high

                    You don't have a lot
                    But it's all that you got
                    And you can turn it into more than it seems
                    Just give it a shot
                    Fantasise every movement and
                    Imagine every inch of your dream

                    No one said it had to be real
                    But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel
                    It ain't right
                    It ain't fair
                    Castles fall in the sand
                    And we fade in the air
                    And the good girls go to heaven
                    But the bad girls go everywhere
                    Good girls go to heaven
                    And the bad girls go everywhere

                    Somebody told me so
                    Somebody told me, now I know
                    Every night in my prayer
                    I'll be praying that the
                    Good girls go to heaven
                    But the bad girls go everywhere

                    When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark
                    And you're desperate now for somewhere to turn
                    Every muscle in rebellion
                    Every nerve is on edge
                    And every limb has been erotically burned

                    Hey Johnny, Johnny
                    Why are you shaking?
                    When a boy should do whatever he can
                    You've been nothing but an angel
                    Every day of your life
                    And now you wonder what it's like to be damned

                    You don't have a lot
                    But it's all that you've got
                    And you can turn it into more than it seems
                    Just give it a shot
                    Fantasise every movement and
                    Imagine every inch of your dream

                    No one said it had to be real
                    But it's gotta be something you've been wanting to feel
                    It ain't right
                    It ain't fair
                    Castles fall in the sand
                    And we fade in the air
                    And the good boys go to heaven
                    But the bad boys go everywhere
                    Good boys go to heaven
                    Bad boys go everywhere

                    Somebody told me so
                    Somebody told me now I know
                    Every night in my prayer
                    I'll be praying that the
                    Good boys go to heaven
                    But the bad boys go everywhere

                    Every time I try and dream you
                    I can't believe how hard it's been to
                    Conjure up your face and trace your body in the air
                    All the seconds go on forever
                    But the thirds and the fourth ones are even better
                    Every time I do it just a little bit longer
                    Every time I dream it's just a little bit stronger
                    Than real life

                    No one said it had to be real
                    But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel
                    It ain't right
                    It ain't fair
                    Castles fall in the sand
                    And we fade in the air
                    And the good girls go to heaven
                    But the bad girls go everywhere
                    Good girls go to heaven
                    Bad girls go everywhere...
                    "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                    • Artist: Horse


                      Song: The Wild Mountain Thyme


                      O the summer time has come
                      And the trees are sweetly blooming
                      And wild mountain thyme
                      Grows around the purple heather.
                      Will you go, lassie, go?

                      Chorus
                      And we'll all go together,
                      To pull wild mountain thyme,
                      All around the purple heather.
                      Will you go, lassie, go?

                      I will build my love a tower,
                      By yon clear crystal fountain,
                      And on it I will pile,
                      All the flowers of the mountain.
                      Will you go, lassie, go?

                      Chorus

                      I will range through the wilds
                      And the deep land so dreary
                      And return with the spoils
                      To the bower o' my dearie.
                      Will ye go lassie go ?

                      Chorus

                      If my true love she'll not come,
                      Then I'll surely find another,
                      To pull wild mountain thyme,
                      All around the purple heather.
                      Will you go, lassie, go?

                      Chorus
                      Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                      ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                      • What Would Willie Do?
                        Gary Allan

                        I was lost in trouble and strife, I heard a voice and it changed my life
                        And now it's a brand new day, and I ain't afraid to say
                        You're not alone when you're down and out
                        And I think you know who I'm talking about
                        When I don't know how I'll get through
                        I ask myself what would Willie do

                        What would Willie do, well he'd travel so far with nothing but a song and his old guitar
                        And a tour bus and some semi-trucks, thirty crew men and a little bit of luck
                        Well he loves all the people, the ugly and the randy
                        If you don't believe me take a look at the family
                        And they'll tell you that it's true
                        When skies are gray what would Willie do

                        Well long ago he came unto us, his words were simple but they went right through us
                        And the whole world sang along, but then they didn't want to hear his songs
                        He was gone and we thought we'd lost him
                        But he grew his hair and he moved to Austin
                        And all of the people smiled, they came to hear him sing from miles
                        Like a miracle all those rednecks and hippies
                        From New York City down to Mississippi
                        Stood together and raised a brew
                        When it's all gone wrong what would Willie do

                        You know sometimes I wonder when I ain't gettin' nowhere
                        What would old Willie do when it all gets too much to bear
                        And I can see him on his lonely old tour bus
                        And he's got his problems just like any of us
                        Well he'd just take a deep breath and then he'd let it all go
                        And he'd take another deep breath and let it all go
                        And he'd take another deep breath...and he'd hold it
                        Ah and I bet he'd feel hungry in a way that seems strange
                        Yeah hungry for all the things that he just can't change
                        Like the time he passed out in is own bedroom
                        And his wife sewed him up in the sheets and beat him with a broom and he forgave her
                        And you think that's rough, well then the IRS came and they took away all of his stuff
                        They took his golf course and his recording studio, and he just went out and did another show
                        So when it's all coming down on you
                        You better ask yourself what would Willie do

                        What would Willie do, well he'd take a little time
                        And talk to old rooser as he'd drive on down the line
                        And there's millions down that road, and with a word he's gonna lighten their load
                        He loves all the people no matter their races
                        Hell he even had a hit country song with Julio Iglesias
                        And that ain't easy to do, so when it's all too much, what would Willie
                        When the game gets tough what would Willie
                        When they call your bluff what would Willie do
                        "Beware of the man who works hard to learn something, learns it, and finds himself no wiser than before. He is full of murderous resentment of people who are ignorant without having come by their ignorance the hard way. "
                        -Bokonon

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                        • If you said goodbye to me tonight
                          There would still be music left to write
                          What else could I do
                          I'm so inspired by you
                          That hasn't happened for the longest time

                          I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall
                          And the greatest miracle of all
                          Is how I need you
                          And how you needed me too
                          That hasn't happened for the longest time

                          Maybe this won't last very long
                          But you feel so right
                          And I could be wrong
                          Maybe I've been hoping too hard
                          But I've gone this far
                          And it's more than I hoped for

                          Who knows how much further we'll go on
                          Maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone
                          I'll take my chances
                          I forgot how nice romance is
                          I haven't been there for the longest time

                          I had second thoughts at the start
                          I said to myself
                          Hold on to your heart
                          Now I know the woman that you are
                          You're wonderful so far
                          And it's more than I hoped for

                          I don't care what consequence it brings
                          I have been a fool for lesser things
                          I want you so bad
                          I think you ought to know that
                          I intend to hold you for the longest time

                          Billy Joel - "For the Longest Time"
                          Captain of Team Apolyton - ISDG 2012

                          When I was younger I thought curfews were silly, but now as the daughter of a young woman, I appreciate them. - Rah

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                          • A cheery one for a snowy day in London:

                            Artist: Ida Cox

                            Song: Death Letter Blues


                            I received a letter that my man was dyin'
                            I received a letter that my man was dyin'
                            I caught the first plane and went home flyin'

                            When I got there the folks had gathered around
                            When I got there the folks had gathered around
                            His eyes was set and his face was full of frowns

                            He wasn't dead but he was slowly dyin'
                            He wasn't dead but he was slowly dyin'
                            And to think of him I just can't help from cryin'

                            I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
                            I followed my daddy to the buryin' ground
                            I watched the pall bearers slowly let him down

                            That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
                            That was the last time I saw my daddy's face
                            Mama love you sweet papa but I wish I could take your place
                            Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                            ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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                            • For some reason this seems appropriate.

                              Del Amitri - Nothing Ever Happens

                              Post office clerks put up signs saying 'position closed'
                              And secretaries turn off typewriters and put on their coats
                              And janitors padlock the gates
                              For security guards to patrol
                              And bachelors phone up their friends for a drink
                              While the married ones turn on a chat show

                              And they'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

                              Gentlemen time please, you know we can't serve any more
                              Now the traffic lights change to stop, when there's nothing to go
                              And by five o'clock everything's dead
                              And every third car is a cab
                              And ignorant people sleep in their beds
                              Like the doped white mice in the college lab

                              Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
                              The needle returns to the start of the song
                              And we all sing along like before

                              And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

                              Telephone exchanges click while there's nobody there
                              The Martians could land in the carpark and no one would care
                              And closed-circuit cameras in department stores shoot the same video every day
                              And the stars of these films neither die nor get killed
                              Just survive constant action replay

                              Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
                              The needle returns to the start of the song
                              And we all sing along like before

                              And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow

                              Bill hoardings advertise products that nobody needs
                              While Angry from Manchester writes to complain about
                              All the repeats on T.V.
                              And computer terminals report some gains
                              In the values of copper and tin
                              While American businessmen snap up Van Goghs
                              For the price of a hospital wing

                              And nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
                              The needle returns to the start of the song
                              And we all sing along like before
                              Nothing ever happens, nothing happens at all
                              They'll burn down the synagogues at six o'clock
                              And we'll all go along like before

                              And we'll all be lonely tonight and lonely tomorrow
                              "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                              • Artist: Julie Covington

                                Song: Only Women Bleed



                                Man got his woman to take his seed
                                He got the power - oh, she got the need
                                She spends her life through pleasing up her man
                                She feeds him dinner or anything she can

                                She cries alone at night too often
                                He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed

                                Man makes your hair gray, he's your life's mistake
                                All you're really lookin' for is an even break
                                He lies right at you, you know you hate this game
                                He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain

                                She cries alone at night too often
                                He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed

                                Man got his woman to take his seed
                                He got the power - oh, she got the need
                                She spends her life through pleasing up her man
                                She feeds him dinner or anything she can

                                She cries alone at night too often
                                He smokes and drinks and don't come home at all
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed

                                Black eyes all of the time
                                Don't spend a dime
                                Clean up this grime
                                And you there down on your knees begging me please
                                Come watch me bleed

                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Only women bleed
                                Vive la liberte. Noor Inayat Khan, Dachau.

                                ...patriotism is not enough. I must have no hatred or bitterness towards anyone. Edith Cavell, 1915

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