Best Song House Poems
They know all the loop holes for the IRS
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless
A corporate exec did a downsize today
The car repossessed, the house taken away
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities
A billionaire wouldn't even foot the taxes for the cars she gave away
Never forget where you came from, you may have to return there someday
All the rich have a gold key to the IRS's back door
They know all the loop holes for the IRS
Elaborate parties, tuxedoes and women in their 5,000 dollar dresses
A cardboard box, another statistic for the homeless
A corporate exec did a downsize today
The car repossessed, the house taken away
Sometimes reality is a person's real life movie of horror
The rich get richer, the poor get poorer
Some have never known to go to sleep without a meal
Our government turns a blind eye does not want to see what's real
America's rich worried about the homeless overseas
The poor get spitted in their faces by those wealthy celebrities
*To the tune of "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen
I've heard there is a secret floor
That's locked behind your attic door.
But you don't really want to show me, do you?
You keep her there,
A ghost, a fiend -
An angry beast that taunts unseen.
The crazy wife who wants to burn your house down.
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
My love was strong, so I needed proof
That she was jailed beneath your roof.
She showed up in the moonlight to betray you.
She lit the flames, she left you there
To choke on smoke and fight the flare.
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
Edward, I've been hurt before.
I've been condemned, I've been ignored.
I used to feel alone before I knew you.
I've seen her face through the attic door.
I've heard her wails through the attic floor.
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
There was a time when you let me know
The truth about your scheming show.
But now you wish you'd never told me, don't you?
And remember when she stalked my room
Searching for her cheating groom?
The crazy wife who tried to burn your house down.
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
You have Bertha in your attic
*Based (lovingly and jokingly) on the story of "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Brontë
I'm a librarian,
I'm a postman,
I'm a welfare queen,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat scene.
I'm a teacher,
bus driver,
secretary,
garbageman.
Wage worker,
politician,
war veteran
fireman.
Army sergeant,
Navy sergeant,
air force pilot
......and police.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing on the poor house trampoline.
Dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat,
dancing the scapegoat
all day long.......
so I'm a dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the scapegoat,
I'm dancing the welfare...
double standard heath care,
budget cutting,
scapegoating,
life killing,
poor house dealing,
rich lovin,
poor hatin,
capitalist scene.
We shall go away from all our troubles.
We shall walk along very beautiful places.
We will not have hard problems or hurt.
We shall go to find our happiness.
Nature will smile to us - how to welcome visitors.
We shall meet Autumn in her wood tower.
She will help us to take off a cargo of doubts ,
She will give us beads carved from rowan for our good luck.
Then we shall go to the white house of Winter,
There the mistress already has baked a pie.
We shall learn to her wisdom
and shall ask her give us the future for a life.
The snow will turn and turn behind the window,
We shall run out on street with you,
We shall make a Snow man and a little Snow house,
We shall say goodbye to Winter and shall continue our way.
We shall arrive to Cheerful Spring.
She will protect us from griefs and troubles,
She will give us to drink of spring water
And wreaths from snowdrops, narcissuses, violets.
Spring will open to us a door into summer and will order: " Forward! "
She will show a correct path, and we shall walk along it.
Suddenly we shall see our house of 12 floors in St.Petersburg.
We shall return to our apartment, and the cat, Peach, will meet us joyfully.
Fine flowers on our balcony will smile, having seen us.
Phone will ring - we shall hear a voice of our good friend.
And we shall understand the main thing:
Our happiness is in our native home.
The song, "Metalingus" is the best song I've ever heard from 2005; performed by Alter
Bridge. It's the current theme entrance for WWE wrestler, the Rated "R" Superstar, Adam
"Edge" Copeland. When I listen to the song, "Metalingus" by Alter Bridge, it's like going
to a mini-rock concert at the Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, CA. It's also as if I'm walking
on the streets of New York City. Alter Bridge had finally came up with an entrance theme
for WWE Superstar, Edge. Just like all the other rock songs, Metalingus" is a house party
song, just like an L.A. house party. I ought to buy that song on iTunes. I guess this is
kind of cool.
Since you've been gone, I've been so sad
The silence within these four walls is driving me mad
No smell of burnt toast or overcooked eggs in the air
Don't have to unclog the shower drain from your hair
The blues reappeared when you left that day
A year ago I threw them away
Now it's been a month and not a word from you
I am feeling better,I am now with your best friend Sue
Never come back this way, we are cruisin' fine
We have an understanding, I am not hers and she is not mine
The blues have been evicted, they can no longer stay
Once again, I threw them away
What are you doing at my door with that smile
You gave me a look with tears, like that of a lost child
You are no longer needed here, get away from me
Your love no longer has a way of blinding me
I see you have your suitcase full of blues for me to play
Neither them or you are invited to stay
The neighbors call the police and report a domestic dispute
The cops come and give me the boot
I must go cool off at a friend's house for the night
My house is cleaned out when I return in the daylight
I lost in a game I was forced to play
The blues seem to never quite go away