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		Little Ballad for Americans --1954


           Brother, brother, best avoid your workmate-
	Words planted in affection can spout a field of hate

	Housewife, housewife, never trust your neibour-
	A chance remark may boomerang to five years at hard labour

	Student, student, keep your mouth shut and brain spry-
	Your best friend Dick Merriwell's employed by the F.B.I.

	Lady, lady, make you phone calls frugal-
	the chief of all Inquisitors has ruled the wire-tap legal

	Daughter, daughter, learn soon your heart to harden-
	They've planted stoolies everywhere; why not in kindergarten?

	Lovers, lovers, be careful when you're wed-
	The whire-tap grows in living-room, in auto, and in bed.

	Give full allegiance only to circuses and bread;
	No person's really trustworthy until he's dead.
	
							1954
					        	Edwin Rolfe
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	My Curse

	Gaping wounds have been ripped deep into my soul
	Shattering my reality , over powering, stealing control
	Endlessly spiraling, faster and faster i fall
	Coming ever so closer to ending it all

	Free me from insanity, save me from this hell
	Take me away from this damnation;
	The ceasepool in which i dwell
	Life has done nothing but constantly throw shit upon me
	Forsaken my soul and damning me for all eternity
	Deprived of the happiness, i long fo so inside
	Only fucked up memories of a torchered life;
	Do i harbor in my neglected mind

	So now i say good bye, to the cruelness of the earth
	That has condemeded ever since my birth
	Hey my life couldn't get any worse
	Being born was my curse

        ravensj



	fuck the system

	the silent smoke of the machines
	the machines built of silence and serenity
	the machines built with madness and insanity
	the machines built with a heart felt pindrop
	tearing apart your insides
	squeezing a tear out of your fuzzy left eye;
	me -
	trying to make a difference,
	to show the machines
	that they don't have to take the data in
	they don't have to consume
	they can create
	and they can destroy
	but destroy they do
	with their fog
	and their smog
	and their little plastic handguns
	they destroy all that is good
	all that is sane
	they sit in front of that little black box
	every fucking day
	taking in all that they want us to consume
	programming and reprogramming them in silent pindrops
	that last a millenia in four dimensional time
	but a nano second in atomic time

	rage,
	rage against the machine
	tear the system apart
	for you can do anything
	you can be anyone
	fuck the system
	for the system is fucked
	
	you don't think we're owned by the man?
	to hell we're not!
	the man is in our lives every life long second of the hour of every day
	and we don't do shit to stop him

	but we can..
	if we unite
	unite as one
	unite as the sun
	for all or for none

	so listen to me
	the silent rants of a 17 year old young-adult-machine-consumer
	listen to what I have to say
	because I see
	I see into each and every one of you
	I'm a machine
	your'e a machine
	but not for long
	as long as we can be as one
	a higher power
	us
	we can defeat anything
	and turn into a rose
	or a tree or a star
	or a planet

	but only if we unite

	so,
	like so many others have said
	rage against the machine
	because the machine is you
	fuck the system;
	for the system's fucked -
	breathe in the star cleansed air of the ozone with the
	light of a match
	a shooting star
	a living soul -
	you
	me
	everyone
	everything
	infinitely infinite
	resting.
	loving.
	crying.
	dying.
	fucking.
	dying.
	killing.
	mourning.
	
	fuck the system.

	Neuro



	Life

	Because there's no-one there now,
	because he was full of shit
	and left,
	because everyone's so far away...
	Razor blades and pills,
	She's losing the battle.
	
	Because he couldn't control himself,
	because he wears he blame
	and guilt,
	because he can't stop the car now...
	A rope from the beam,
	He's losing the battle.

	Because life's going nowhere,
	because there's so many bills
	and no money,
	because there's no light at the end...
	Valium and alcohol,
	She's losing the battle.

	Because they're both dead now,
	because the child will never speak
	his name,
	because there's no point now...
	A 14th story window,
	He's losing the battle.
	
	Because there's nothing I can say,
	because my well's running dry,
	because I can't take their pain away,
	I'm losing the battle,
	All my soldiers are dead.

        EG



	Individual Injustice

	The bitterness,
	the closing switch,
	the current flows again.

	The suffering,
	the violent sting,
	the silence of a friend.

	You see, you know, you understand.
	I know, I see, and I demand.

	We live, we die, we cannot change.	
	Our death, our life, our love derranged.

	Why is it we see this way?
	Why are we so blind?
	Life is the only excuse,
	the dotted line we signed.

	Fear of life and ignorance,
	they give us falacy.
	Unexplained broken hearts,
	governmental tyranny.
	
	Our life, our death, our solitude.
	We die, we live, we are so rude.
	
	I see, I know, I dream the past.
	You  know, you see, your dreams don't last.
	
	The suffering,
	the hate we bring,
	the rules seem too tough.
	
	The carelessness,
	the open switch,
	the fact that this is us...
	
	levi



	i'm losing my laughter & my fun
	trying to hard to please some
	i was once so vibrant with smiles all round
	fallen from grace, i've hit the ground
	i can't go further, i'm at rock bottom
	then someone hands me a shovel, for the ground is rotton
	i dig myself further underground i go
	to hide from the world, to return i never know
	i'm locking the door to my world so tight
	i can know longer be bothered to continue to fight
	a hand reaches down and grips my wrist
	i want to fight it using my fists
	a friendly face and a smile do shine
	i look up and its a friend of mine
	to help me up from this dead dark earth
	he points the way and shows me it's worth
	we slip and tumble i drag him down
	he angers then smiles and gives me a frown
	hanging on tighter he lifts me high
	to reach for the stars in the night sky.

	Blaise



	Your eyes burn me.
	your hands are out of place.
	I don't belong to you,
	I never did,
	your distrust destroyed all we were,
	all we ever could have been.
	I forgave you then,
	but you can't ask me to forget.
	Your betrayal is still happening.
	With every breath you take.
	I don't want you to stop breathing..
	just to know, I'll always remember,
	The feel of your hand,
	squeezing my heart,
	knowing how you'd changed,
	seeing how you "love" me,
	and wondering,
	if I could take your hate.
	If it would hurt me,
	as much as your "love."
	You trespass on forbidden emotions.
	Your place in my heart, revoked.
	Reality enters,
	your access denied.

	Kel


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        F O U N D E D:                         October 30, 1997