Dolan+W's+Favourite+poems

(one, two) (one, two) Well we don't need no one to tell us what to do Oh yes we're on our own And there’s nothing you can do So we don't need no one like you To tell us what to do
 * Lyrics to Prisoner Of Society by the Living End ** :

We don't refer to the past When showing what we've done Our generation gap Means the war is never won The past is in your head THE FUTURE'S IN OUR HANDS!

Cos I'm a brat And I know everything And I talk back Cos I'm not listening To anything you say

And if you count to 3 (one, two, three) You'll see it's no emergency You'll see I'm not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society

Well we don't need no one to tell us what to do Oh yes we're on our own And there’s nothing you can do So we don't need no one like you To tell us what to do

Cos I'm a brat And I know everything And I talk back Cos I'm not listening To anything you say

And if you count to 3 (one, two, three) You'll see it's no emergency You'll see I'm not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society

(GO!)

Well we don't need no one to tell us what to do Oh yes we're on our own And there’s nothing you can do So we don't need no one like you To tell us what to do

We don't refer to the past When showing what we've done Our generation gap Means the war is never won So we don't need no one like you To tell us what to do

Cos I'm a brat And I know everything And I talk back Cos I'm not listening To anything you say

And if you count to 3 (one, two, three) You'll see it's no emergency You'll see I'm not the enemy Just a Prisoner of Society

Society, Society Society, Society Society!

i have been a fan of the band the Living End for quite a while but only recently especially in my teenage years been able to really enjoy it. I think that my new perspective on the song by the Living End is because one thing that constantly annoys me is how teenagers are constantly labeled with the idea that we are rude and arrogant, something that if it were to be done to any other group it would be classed as descrimination. The song is by the Living End, an Australian band so it when they sing you know what they mean with certain terms that they use. In this song the band make fun of these term by calling them selves brats and making fun of the terms constantly used by adults at teenagers in the words : " Cos I'm a brat, and I know everything, and I talk back, cos I'm not listening, to anything you say ".
 * Reflection**

One thing that i like in particular about this song is how it shows that two generations can't see in the others way of thinking as they are too occupied trying to push their veiws on to the other. In the song it speaks about the generation gap is the cause of teeenagers being labeled, i think what this means is that people see teenagers as people of low interlectiual capacity and have little idea of what they're talking about. While in some cases this is true in some cases it is also wrong.

The song reaches its climax with the words " Well we don't need no one to tell us what to do oh yes we're on our own and there’s nothing you can do so we don't need no one like you to tell us what to do. We don't refer to the past when showing what we've done our generation gap means the war is never won so we don't need no one like you to tell us what to do". This part of the song is important as the Living End are emphasising the point that youth are able people, capable of showing initiative and don't need to be constantly told what to do.

His eyes they close and his last breath spoke he had seen all to be seen a life once full now an empty vase wilt the blossoms on his early grave
 * What's Left Of The Flag by Floggin Molly ** :

walk away me boys walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me then the rosely beads count to 1 2 3 fell apart as they hit the floor in a garb of black we must pay respect to the color we were born to mourn walk away me boys walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me

In a spiked ruin an angry festered wound full of hatred and remorse where I pick and scratch at the blooded mess silent rage that now fills my lungs for there are many ways to kill a man they say with bained axe or sword but son a bullet fired from a shapeless gun just put the shell of a Thompson gun

walk away me boy walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me

from the east out to the western shore where many men and many more will fall but no angel flies with me tonight though freedom reigns on all and curse the name for which we slaved our days so every men chose Kingdom Come But sure as night turns day it's the fashion pallay oh my god what have they done with madmen rage well the dogged craze but the dead rise again you fools

walk away me boy walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me

walk away me boy walk away me boys and my morning we'll be free wipe that golden tear from your mother dear and raise what's left of the flag for me

Jehovah’s Witnesses, you say with a look of pity. Well, I’m not one, But they may well look with pity at you.  While you and I Despair for the human race (numbed as reported horrors bombard us) They can say: ‘It is written, this world is mad, We are not surprised As we see these ghosts Chasing each other with cutlasses across the quicksands, the nations sinking.’  <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">They refuse to take oaths- <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">No man can tell the truth. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Bellboys, plumbers, bus conductors, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">they live simply in a time of madness, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">accumulate few assets <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and wait for the day of judgment. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">So many of us die trying to right the world, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the widow in her apartment <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">shrill with anger at students, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the old socialist cooking toadstool soup for ‘The Bosses’. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">These Witnesses for all their crazy door-knocking <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">and Old Testament readings <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">proclaim one truth- <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">we are witnesses of the conflagration <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">the fires are happening already, all around us. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Our possessions and protests are useless, <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">our despair is useless. <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I am walking down from my father’s hill <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">in another direction <span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">among clean tussocks of granite, free in the Antarctic night. This poem talks about how people pity the Jehova Witnesses in their failling attempts to make a diffrence. the poem continues on to describe our reality as a time of madness. the point of this poem is that if we are trying to make a diffrenece our efforts will be futile unless the world learns to put aside its diffrences and that if we are waiting for things to get really bad then we have been oblivious to fact that this has alread occured. People who are waiting for some kind of judgement or the coming of an apocolyptic world can't recognise that it is in fact already here. In our lives people build up their earthly possesions as a way of wasting their life away and when they're gone their time on earth will count for nothing.
 * Witnesses by Geoffrey** ** Lehmann**:
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