#arabs - Hello Poetry

Chorus] I can’t go on without my notes! I can’t go on without the words! I can’t go on without my notes! I can’t go on without the words! [Verse 1] My princess tells me, late at night, Some boys are good, some still can be. With some, the world turns bright and strange, And flowers fall like rain on me. In Russia, many open hearts, With simple truth, no hidden knife. But fool the French is harder, harder It's hard for bit...es them to stupefy [Verse 2] The Dutch will lure you: crackling smoke. Italians attract with honey talks. The Arabs shine in clean silhouette. Indians are famous for their girlfriends' pose [Chorus] I can’t go on without my notes! I can’t go on without the words! I can’t take fake, I can’t, I can’t! Don’t make me play the fool again! [Verse 3] It seems the world is not a song like, It’s someone else’s pain re-sung one. To find the one who keeps you hooked, Comes easiest if you are a punk. Though many worthy walk in Russia, Though Frenchmen wear a lion pride, My princess gave one gift to me now, She said: just keep your words alive! [Verse 4] Today the world moves on, dead set, Toward where no living breath is left. Today they herd us, sheep in lines, Through Plato’s gorge, into the drift! [Chorus] I can’t go on without my notes! I can’t go on without the words! © Copyright: Оле-Да-Оле, 2026 The song has already been recorded in my friend's tiny recording studio. There should be a release in two versions (in two languages) on Soundcloud on 12-13/04/2026 https://soundcloud.com/ole-ole-698765421 The original text ( https://stihi.ru/2026/01/11/28) Я не могу! Я не могу, без нот я не могу! Я не могу, без слов я не могу! Я не могу, без нот я не могу! Я не могу, без слов я не могу! Слышу рассказ моей принцессы, Что парни бывают хороши Что мальчики есть, с кем мир чудесен, Где дарят кипами цветы Что среди русских больше славных, Много открытых простецов А, вот, французов одурманить И стервам сложно - ждёт облом! Манят голландцы дымом крэка, А итальянцы - мёдом уст Арабы славны силуэтом, Индусы - позами подруг! Я не могу, без нот я не могу! Я не могу, без слов я не могу! Я не могу, слышать фальшь я не могу! Я не могу, быть снова лохом не могу! Похоже, мир совсем не песня, А парафраз чужих обид Найти того, с кем интересно Попроще тем, кто сам дебил Пусть среди русских много славных, А у французов - гонор львов Моя принцесса мне в подарок Сказала: - Просто хорошо! Сегодня мир идёт упрямо Туда, где нет уже живых Сегодня всех ведут баранов Платоновым ущельем в выр! Я не могу, без нот я не могу! Я не могу, без слов я не могу! © Copyright: Оле-Да-Оле, 2026

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Apr 10

Apr 10, 2026 at 4:56 PM UTC

tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded most important of all: all of 'em are fearless we don't know what it meanz to be scared just some migrantz who will now be heard da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa one apartment here, and one block' there like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored: watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural, and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish

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Jan 28, 2021

Jan 28, 2021 at 8:12 AM UTC

maxneumann

A Migrant's Tale

tizz is love it or hate it, nuttin' in between addicted to yayo like sheen, 500 bpm heartbeat don't do it anymore, but remain psychotic and hunt down idiotics like a carnivore from florida to berlin, from tropic to toxic deep in da game, da grimy streetz know my name it'z tizzop, 14.8 inchez of hip-hop hangin' at rashid'z, shisha ready, cuban necklace three men in da back but ya don't know who it iz all of 'em are dark-skinned, all of 'em are bearded most important of all: all of 'em are fearless we don't know what it meanz to be scared just some migrantz who will now be heard da territory split up: kurdz, arabz and turkz we got our own law, like omerta, like da cosa one apartment here, and one block' there like bushido did, back in da dayz wit fler sonny black carlo, godfatherz, yeeeah power is about makin it and takin it, unlike nine said unlike any other guy said, and if ya don't wanna buy it find ya eyez in da wine-red, da choppaz are wild catz ya can use them for da furiouz, some become notoriouz otherz don't and die, but dey will be honored: watch da muralz; urban networkz, also in da rural, and five-o just remainz neutral; it is crucial to be brutal as it iz to remain truthful; lyricistz can't deal wit diz g-boy attitude of tizz: letz celebrate diversity and ante up on google, i write barz and do diz i'm a little too youthful for these oldskoolish

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Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch for Trump I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Originally published by Café Dissensus Keywords/Tags: Einstein, Adolph, ****** Berlin, Jew, Jews, Arab, Arabs, Palestinian, Palestinians, Vietnam, Vietnamese, American, Americans, Yankees, Domino, Theory, Dominoes, Jesus, Christ, Bible, Christian, Christianity, Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Israel, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv

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Jul 21, 2020

Jul 21, 2020 at 4:11 AM UTC

michael-r-burch

Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein”

Excerpts from “Travels with Einstein” by Michael R. Burch for Trump I went to Berlin to learn wisdom from Adolph. The wild spittle flew as he screamed at me, with great conviction: “Please despise me! I look like a Jew!” So I flew off to ’Nam to learn wisdom from tall Yankees who cursed “yellow” foes. “If we lose this small square,” they informed me, earth’s nations will fall, dominoes!” I then sat at Christ’s feet to learn wisdom, but his Book, from its genesis to close, said: “Men can enslave their own brothers!” (I soon noticed he lacked any clothes.) So I traveled to bright Tel Aviv where great scholars with lofty IQs informed me that (since I’m an Arab) I’m unfit to lick dirt from their shoes. At last, done with learning, I stumbled to a well where the waters seemed sweet: the mirage of American “justice.” There I wept a real sea, in defeat. Originally published by Café Dissensus Keywords/Tags: Einstein, Adolph, ****** Berlin, Jew, Jews, Arab, Arabs, Palestinian, Palestinians, Vietnam, Vietnamese, American, Americans, Yankees, Domino, Theory, Dominoes, Jesus, Christ, Bible, Christian, Christianity, Slave, Slaves, Slavery, Israel, Jerusalem, Tel Aviv

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“An ill of greed has befallen the land,” “A quickening sickness which seeks to prey…” “Where wealth accumulates and men decay.”

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Jun 9, 2016

Jun 9, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC

david-john-mowers

Phoenician Proverb

“An ill of greed has befallen the land,” “A quickening sickness which seeks to prey…” “Where wealth accumulates and men decay.”

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