Painting the poverty

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Homeless in Athens

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SONG
Ocean Will Be
by Gabriel Yacoub et Bruno Coulais

Even though voices be quiet, slumbering in deep-sea trenches
one can hear a rumbling thunder merging into the endless skies


dancing for joy
in a wind of splendour
that will keep blowing
for evermore


crawling through waves, pebbles and seaweed, entwined amongst the sand
shades of the unknown with no equation, shells on the wasteland
from the floor of the ocean, fathoms of greatness, a place where no man can be


the truth of the ocean
the open space
light out, wanderlust
for evermore


ancient monsters, fairy fish will arise from the dawn of time


restless souls of sailors of days gone-by keep wandering in liquid peace
deep in the dark, ploughing the sea, reach out to eternity
and none of them will call the beasts other than by their own true name


the widow will wait
for the sun to come out
the ocean will be
for evermore


ancient monsters, fairy fish will arise from the dawn of time
some of them threatened, some extinct, dissolved in mystery


shipwrecks and prayers
banners of old
storms and man
for evermore


ancient monsters, fairy fish will arise from the dawn of time
some of them threatened, some extinct, dissolved in mystery
many more will be spared to tell the endless tale of water and man
of giving and taking, teaching and learning, of hunters and of prey


dancing for joy
in a wind of splendour
that will be blowing
for evermore

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The poor human being...

Stop the poverty, now!!!

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POETS OF THE FALL: Roses
I've walked the distance,
I paid my dues and tried to have a go at what I thought I knew was real,
held no appeal
I've been to places, I've seen the tidings,
I bought a book of rules for every coin that I could steal
And so I came to gaze upon the stars, when they were yet unborn
And consequently, tear at my old scars, and the mask I had outworn
So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

I've heard the rumors, started fires,
I sowed a sordid lot of plays for keeps for what I need, behold
the demons that I freed
I've tried my best at wearing the hard hat,
but healing doesn't seem to happen when you hide away the seed

And so I came across the medicine man, and he showed me what I'd forlorn
For if I'm stayed it happens by my own hand, and my own voice full of scorn

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone
Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

Without you I'm nothing at all
And life has the face of a morbid game
With you nothing seems impossible
It all seems to fit the frame

So when I'm crying alone
Yeah, when I'm cold as a dying stone

Grow me a garden of roses
Paint me the colors of sky and rain
Teach me to speak with their voices
Show me the way and I'll try again

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Immigrants

Immigrants

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