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Father and Son

 
The stamp of failure is on my face
The brand of shame is on my eyes
The sign of rejection is in every place
 
I’m a foreigner in my own country
I’m a stranger among my own people
I’m an outcast by my own family
 
My sorrow is too great for it to be spoken
All my faith and dreams are shattered
There is no hope, nothing for the forsaken
 
You broke my heart in two
The moment you said you didn’t care for me
I stopped caring for myself too
 
Your subtle rejections cut like a knife
The damage is irreparable
You have scarred me for life
 
Just because I didn’t live up to your expectation
You should have still loved me as a father
All I ever wanted was to love you as a son.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

I’ve Had Your Woman

I bet you think you were the first dream man
A small army has marched through like a steam train
You embrace her and whisper sweet nothing
She wants us to rock her with sweet everything
She moans and groans, loves to go down
Begs for things she doesn’t get at home
She’s been with your brother, she’s been with your cousin
She’s been mounted by dogs by the dozen
You are so popular with your smiling friends
They answer the easy message that she sends
Out of your sight is out of your mind
In my eyes your bitch is the filthy kind
She rolls in the mud, loves to wallow
When I come she loves to swallow
Licking her lips she says ‘My special treat’
You kiss her deep and say ‘So, so sweet’

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

To look butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth
My rock solid has melted in her north and south
She sharpened her nails in her home town
She scratches my back as she moans and groans
She sighs, she loves me, she is frying
She sighs, she loves me, she is flying
She cries, she’s coming, keep pumping, on and on
She cries, she’s dying, keep humping, on and on
She screams and hollers as I open up her cave
With you she is silent as the grave
You close your eyes, you close your mind
Right in front of you she takes it from behind
You should have ‘cuckold’ tattooed on your forehead
You’ve got a smiling snake coiled up in your bed
The bitch lifts her tail for every dog sniffing by
The sow goes oink-oink to dirty pigs near her sty.

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

There’s no need for seduction, she’s open to temptation
Without hesitation she will open her legs for sensation
You should cut off her nose for the world to see
Send both of them back to Mummy and Daddy
Their bitch loves to chew on the bone
She’s been mounted by every dog in town
How can you show your face?
People laugh at you in every place
They know what we get up to in your bed
They know what your wife does to my head
Look close and see my fingerprints all over her body
Look close and see my atoza swimming in her toddy
If you go down to kiss her so tender
Can you taste the seed of another?
You are the father of the child, but which one?
The apple of your eye is someone else’s son.

I’ve had your woman, he’s had your woman
Everyone knows, everywhere she goes
They’ve had your woman, we’ve all had your woman
Watch out she doesn’t give you a dose
I’ve had, he’s had, they’ve had your wife
Live with that for the rest of your life
You’ve been had, you’ve been had by your woman
You’ve been had by your woman.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Poor White Trash

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

You are a joke that’s not so funny
You are so big with so little money
Poor food, poor job, poor bank account
Bottom of the pile, you don’t really count
Your piggy tail going swish, swish, swish
You don’t even know your own English
Who told you that your white skin
Guarantees you a win, win, win –
Which wave do you rule now, Britannia
How great are you now, Britain-he-ha!

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Centuries of sailing abroad to trample underfoot
Centuries of sailing home with the stolen loot –
Reflected glory puffed up your puny chest
Crumbs from their table feathered your tiny nest
Peasant, working class, council estate bum
For them you are less than flotsam and jetsam
You are sedated, distracted, and kept in order
Amused, abused, and then used as cannon fodder
Look around for the foreign to blame
Throw the stone to cover up your shame.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Fall from grace, fall down in a heap
High and mighty reduced to the dirt cheap –
For the lowest wage you will sell your labour
For the right price you will sell your mother
In time you will crawl in the mud
In time you will be covered in blood
Your white skin will be made to feel the pain
The next World War will be just to explain
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves
Whoever buys you will piss on your graves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

Britannia rules the waves without having a ship
Your head up their ass is a Special Relationship
But even they’ve had their day in the sun
Someone else holds the mortgage on their Big Gun
Little piggy is lining up to be bought and sold
The most dangerous creature in the world
Is an Englishman on his high-horse
He buries you while reciting Free verse
Enough – no more – they’ve dug their own graves
Who said Britons will never, never be slaves.

Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
You got no cash, no cash, no cash
Poor white trash
Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

This Moment In Time

Raise your hand … reach up so high
True love has wings … touch the sky

This moment in time
Yours and mine
This moment divine
Yours and mine
This moment in time
Yours and mine.

Before we start, let me tell you straight
Don’t waste Time, the worms lie in wait
I love you, love me before it’s too late;
I promise to always love you in style
Even if we are together for a short while
Look back and remember with a smile;
This one moment we will never regret
This one moment to only connect.

This moment in time
Yours and mine
This moment divine
Yours and mine
This moment in time
Yours and mine.

Stop Father Time, break his hands
Order him to obey your commands
Make him follow your demands;
Reach for a star and write your name
Stake your claim to everlasting fame
Every great love in history does the same;
This one moment close to oblivion
This one moment close to heaven.

This moment in time
Yours and mine
This moment divine
Yours and mine
This moment in time
Yours and mine.

Write it down on History’s page
Return to the moment in another Age
After us others will take the Stage;
For each of us there will be other relations
For each of us there will be other liaisons
For each of us there will be other passions;
This one moment before we are lost in the mist
This one moment to know why we exist.

This moment in time
Yours and mine
This moment divine
Yours and mine
This moment in time
Yours and mine.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

On The Tip Of My Tongue

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

All the men who say they can’t find the way
In the dark, in the cold, in dismay
All the girls who are so hard to please
Can be satisfied with the greatest of ease
Place your tongue on her nerve centre
And to heaven you will send her.

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

Play it rough, play it smooth, play it slow
I’ve got all the tools to make you glow
My middle leg has done all the walking
Now I’ll let my tongue do the talking
Your every nerve is tense with desire
I’ll release you with a flickering fire.

On the tip of my tongue, the switch that turns you on
Just a flick of my tongue, you light up like the sun
Just a click of my tongue, guaranteed to make you come
The ecstasy, all up to me, on the tip of my tongue.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

My Love For You Is Terminal

My love for you is terminal
There is no cure
My condition is critical
My love for you is terminal
The diagnosis is final
There is no cure
My love for you is terminal.

My heart is lying still on his death-bed
But he does not complain
Countless are the tears that he has bled
It’s up to you if he will ever beat again;
I don’t need a doctor to nurse me
I am quietly resigned to my fate
Make ready a hearse for me
Without you it will be too late.

My love for you is terminal
There is no cure
My condition is critical
My love for you is terminal
The diagnosis is final
There is no cure
My love for you is terminal.

I have spent a life-time
Looking for the right girl
Meeting you was like sunshine
You are the only one in the world;
Another girl I will not try
I refuse to accept an alternative
Without you I will die
Only with you will I live.

My love for you is terminal
There is no cure
My condition is critical
My love for you is terminal
The diagnosis is final
There is no cure
My love for you is terminal.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Lata (Songbird of Ages)

You have a voice that expresses the way I feel
You have a voice like the laying on of hands that heal
Lata, please, help me, help me forget
The girl I never should have met;
I’ve had her but I cannot have her
She’s my life but I have to live without her
I love her with an obsession
She will never be my possession.

Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.

So much melody pouring out from such a small chalice
Only God could have blessed you with such a voice …
Once upon a time we made love to your songs of joy
We sang along, we swore nothing would our love destroy;
Those days have gone as if they had never been
Sweet nothings I whispered have turned into a silent scream
She pierced the heart I had given her and left me to bleed
Blessed angel, sing and comfort me in my hour of need.

Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.

I am gripped by emotions I cannot understand
I am torn by forces I cannot comprehend
She said if she married me her parents would die
What about me? … I have a lifetime to cry;
The path of love is covered with flowers and blood, flowers and blood
The path of love is littered with corpses who drowned in the flood
Oh, Lata, please, pour your nectar into my ears
Help me, help me before I drown in my own tears.

Songbird, sing to me
Sing to me sweet and low
Fill my ears with melody
Before my tears begin to flow
Your soothing voice comforts me
Eases the pain to think she had to go.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Rosemeen (Rose of Kashmir)

Rosemeen, why are you in England?
What are you doing here?
This is not your soil or your land
Your roots are in Kashmir;
Your skin reminds me of those snow-capped mountains
Your voice reminds me of those singing silver streams
Your eyes remind me of those deep valleys and misty plains
Your lips remind me that your kisses are more than just dreams.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

Imagine a body that makes every organ thirst
Imagine angels singing a melody so divine
Imagine a face that makes your heart burst
Imagine a rose that’s been watered with wine;
If I could bottle your perfume
I would be a millionaire overnight
If I could plant you in my room
I would love you day and night.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

There’s not a pear in the world
That has curves like your hips
There’s not a rose in the world
That’s as red as your lips;
There’s a ‘heaven on Earth’ just for you
Go back to Kashmir before you get hurt
I will be waiting there to pick you
And wear you next to my heart.

Rosemeen, you are without a peer
Your beauty is beyond compare
The sun smiles when you appear
Songbirds wing through the air
Flowers bloom when you are near
Rosemeen, rose of Kashmir.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Your Thieving Eyes (Stole My Heart Away)

In the time it takes to blink
You sealed my fate with a wink
One look said all there was to say
My blood on fire, you took my breath away
A sledgehammer started pounding in my chest
My heart now beats in your tender breast.

You robbed me blind with a crook of your eye
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away
I wanted to shout but I could only sigh
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away.

I just stood there as if I had lost my voice
Your eyes, oh, your eyes left my heart no choice
Time stood still as you looked my way
I swore I would love you till my dying day
My heart missed a beat as if about to die
My feet were rooted but my soul touched the sky.

You robbed me blind with a crook of your eye
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away
I wanted to shout but I could only sigh
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away.

I want to drown myself in those twin pools
I want to see myself in those sparkling jewels
I want them to look at me and smile
I want them to invite me all the while
How can your innocent eyes be so wicked?!
I want to look into each one and kiss it!

You robbed me blind with a crook of your eye
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away
I wanted to shout but I could only sigh
Your thieving eyes (x2) stole my heart away.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Dirty Love

Why is love like this forbidden?
Why do we have to keep it hidden?
Here in this room it’s out of this world
The sweetest feeling between a boy and a girl
But if we brought it out for all to see
That sweetness would suddenly be:

Dirty love
So says two-faced society
Dirty love
People say it’s not healthy
Dirty love
Others will try to copy
Dirty love
People say it’s so filthy
Dirty love
Made dirty by society.

Our love is cleaner than clean
Not having a license makes it obscene
The hypocrites say a bit on the side is alright
It’s allowed if you keep it out of sight
If you want something that’s forbidden
Then it’s best to keep it well hidden.

Dirty love
So says two-faced society
Dirty love
People say it’s not healthy
Dirty love
Others will try to copy
Dirty love
People say it’s so filthy
Dirty love
Made dirty by society.

They want it too … they want to do it so bad
But they can’t, so they do their best to make us sad
Those within reach hit out at us
Those at arm’s length spit on us
But no matter what they say and do
Our love is pure through and through.

Dirty love
So says two-faced society
Dirty love
People say it’s not healthy
Dirty love
Others will try to copy
Dirty love
People say it’s so filthy
Dirty love
Made dirty by society.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

Come To Me

When all the birds have flown
When the sun has gone down
When the stars begin to dot the skies
Then I’ll turn on the love-light in your eyes
I’ll plug into you with my power-source
I’ll generate ecstasy with a tender force
Come to me in the darkest hour of the night
And I’ll spark a flame that burns so bright.

The instruments of love
Played with a push and shove
They sound like a heavenly choir
Making love on a live-wire
Move with me to the rhythm of a tabla drum
Move like a sitar-string when it begins to hum
Come to me in the silent hours of the night
And I’ll make music with your body so hot and tight.

Your favourite food is laid out in bed
Both your mouths will be fully fed
I have the recipes that never fail to please
I have the utensils that pump and squeeze
Roast me slow and steady in your oven
Ah, where does your body end and mine begin?
Come to me in the hungry hours of the night
And I’ll serve you a dish of sweet delight.

(c) Satori Publishing, 2013.

The Ashes Of Our Love

Baby, oh, baby, we can’t set fire
Oh, we can’t set fire
To the ashes of our love
We burnt it up
We burnt it down
We burnt it out
We can’t set fire, can’t set fire
To the ashes, the ashes of our love.

The feelings that fuelled our love
The emotions that went hand in glove
We used them up to the last
They’re all things of the past;
Once a love has died
It can never be revived
I tried and tried and tried
Then I cried and cried and cried.

Baby, oh, baby, we can’t set fire
Oh, we can’t set fire
To the ashes of our love
We burnt it up
We burnt it down
We burnt it out
We can’t set fire, can’t set fire
To the ashes, the ashes of our love.

We had a love too good to be true
Till he came between me and you
We drifted apart and love turned to hate
Now we can’t go back – it’s too late;
Once a love has died
It can never be revived
I tried and tried and tried
Then I cried and cried and cried.

Baby, oh, baby, we can’t set fire
Oh, we can’t set fire
To the ashes of our love
We burnt it up
We burnt it down
We burnt it out
We can’t set fire, can’t set fire
To the ashes, the ashes of our love.

(C) Satori Publishing, 2013.