"Thar she blows...."

Let me tell you the story of a poor boy

Who was sent far away from his home

To fight for his king and his country

And also the old folks back home




So they put him in a Highland division

Sent him off to a far foreign land

Where the flies swarm around in their thousands

And there's nothing to see but the sands




In a battle that started next morning

Under an Arabian sun

I remember that poor Scouser Tommy

Who was shot by an old Nazi gun




As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying

With the blood gushing out of his head (of his head)

As he lay on the battle field dying dying dying

These were the last words he said...




Oh... I am a Liverpudlian

I come from the Spion Kop

I like to sing, I like to shout

I go there quite a lot (every week)




We support the team that's dressed in Red

A team that we all know

A team that we call Liverpool

And to glory we will go




We've won the League, we've won the Cup

We've been to Europe too

We played the Toffees for a laugh

And we left them feeling blue - Five Nil!




One two

One two three

One two three four

Five nil!




Rush scored one

Rush scored two

Rush scored three

And Rush scored four! Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na
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Or as Kipling said,

"When you are wounded and left on Afghanistan's plains

And the women come out to cut up what remains,

Just roll on your rifle and blow out your brains

And go to your God like a soldier"

I think I'm sophisticated ‘cause I'm living my life
like a good homo sapien
But all around me everybodys multiplying and
they're walking round like flies man
So I'm no better than the animals sitting
in the cages in the zoo man
Cause compared to the flowers and the birds and the trees
I am an apeman.
I think I'm so educated and I'm so civilized
'cause I'm a strict vegetarian
But with the over-population and inflation and starvation
and the crazy politicians
I don't feel safe in this world no more,
I don't want to die in a nuclear war.
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman.
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodo man, oh I'm an apeman
Cause compared to the sun that sits in the sky,
Compared to the clouds as they roll by,
Compared to the bugs and the spiders and flies I am an apeman.
In man's evolution he's created the city
and the motor traffic rumble.
But give me half a chance and I'd be taking off my clothes
and living in the jungle.
Cause the only time that I feel at ease
Is swinging up and down in the coconut trees.
Oh what a life of luxury to be like an apeman.
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodo man, oh I'm an apeman
I look out the window but I can't see the sky,
The air pollution is a-f*cking up my eyes,
I want to get out of this city alive and make like an apeman.
Oh come on and love me, be my apeman girl
And we'll be so happy in my apeman world.
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodo man, oh I'm an apeman
I'll be your Tarzan, you'll be my Jane,
I'll keep you warm and you'll keep me sane,
We'll sit in the trees and eat bananas all day, just like an apeman.
I'm an apeman, I'm an ape, apeman, oh I'm an apeman
I'm a King Kong man, I'm a voodo man, oh I'm an apeman
I don't feel safe in this world no more,
I don't want to die in a nuclear war.
I want to sail away to a distant shore and make like an apeman.

INVICTUS

Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be,
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud;
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is bloody but unbow’d.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the Shade
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how straight the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll -
I am the Master of my fate
I am the Captain of my Soul.

William Ernest Henley

Dreamed I was an Eskimo
Frozen wind began to blow
Under my boots and around my toes
Frost that bit the ground below
It was a 100 degrees below zero (ooh)

And my mama cried
And my mama cried

Nanook a NoNo
Nanook a NoNo
Don't be a naughty Eskimo.

Under a wide and starry sky

Dig my grave and let me lie

Glad did I live and gladly die

And I lay me down with a will

This be the verse you grave for me

Here he lies where he longed to be

Home is the sailor home from the sea

And the hunter, home from the hill.