TOEKNEEZ LYRICS & POETRY AKA MAD-TONE AUSSIE BUSH POET

born in March in September 1952.Have been writing poetry since about 1962.Happily married to Julie , with 3 adult children and two grandkids--have had a non-creative period of late--but here's hoping that "creative juices" may flow again---all writings, remain the property of ToeKnees Lyrics all enquiries for this blog via tonyfromwindsor@yahoo.com

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Location: Sydney, New South Wales, Australia

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Thursday, March 31, 2005

"MOTHER NATURE'S SCREAMING"

FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS NOW.MANKIND HAS BEEN RIPPING FROM ON TOP, AND FROM WITHIN MOTHER EARTH,AND GIVING NOTHING BACK.MAYBE SOME OF THE THINGS HAPPENING AROUND THE WORLD ,TELL US THAT MOTHER NATURE MAY HAVE HAD JUST ABOUT ENOUGH.HERE IS MY SONG.

CH.
I HEAR MOTHER NATURE SCREAMING
"HELP,I'VE HAD ENOUGH.
YOU'VE RAPED AND SPOILED AND PILLAGED
NOW I'M GOING TO GET TOUGH.
I HELPED,WHILE YOU WERE GOOD TO ME
BUT YOU'VE TAKEN ALL I HAD
AND THE ONLY THINGS YOU'VE GIVEN BACK
HAVE SENT THE ACRES BAD"
1)
WELL I GUESS WE SHOULDN'T BLAME HER,
AS CHILDREN,WE'RE NOT GOOD.
WE HAVN'T DONE AS WE'VE BEEN TOLD
THOUGH WE KNOW WE SHOULD.
SHE GAVE US AIR THAT WE COULD BREATHE
GOOD LAND THAT WE COULD TILL
BUT WE POISONED EVERYTHING SHE GAVE
AND THE RIVERS ALL RUN STILL
CH.
2)
TWENTIETH CENTURY,MEACHANICAL MAN
WE STRIPPED HER BARE TO SWELTER.
FOR SHE HAD ALWAYS BEEN SO STRONG,
GAVE OUR FATHERS- FOOD AND SHELTER.
SHE'S BEEN HERE SINCE GODS CREATION
A MILLION ZILLION YEARS
BUT ITS ONLY SINCE WE MODERN MAN,
WE'VE HEARD OUR MOTHERS TEARS
CH.
3)
"IS IT TOO LATE,ARE WE FINISHED?"
AT LAST THE PEOPLE CRY.
"WE'RE SORRY MOTHER,FOR WHAT WE'VE DONE,
CAN WE MAKE IT BETTER IF WE TRY?"
WE'VE GOT TO LISTEN TO MOTHER NATURE
FOR,NO FUTURE IS OUR CHOICE.
BUT THINGS ARE NEVER GOING TO CHANGE,
TILL WE'RE SCREAMING WITH ONE VOICE.
CH
WE HEAR MOTHER NATURE SCREAMING
HELP WE'VE HAD ENOUGH.
WE'VE RAPED AND SPOILED AND PILLAGED
WE'RE NOT SUPRISED YOU'RE GETTING TOUGH
YOU HELPED WHILE WE WERE GOOD TO THEE,
BUT WE'VE TAKEN ALL YOU HAD.
AND THE ONLY THINGS WE'VE GIVEN BACK
HAVE SENT YOUR ACRES BAD. SORRY--SORRY--SORRY

Thursday, March 24, 2005

TORTURED FROM THEIR BIRTH (STARVATION)

Seems a bit daft to me,European Nations stockpiling food whilst in other lands they can't get the next meal--this wonderfull world has its gardens and it has its sand pits-and I think its time we set out to make much better use of the gardens to help those living in the sand pits


THE WORLD'S A FUNNY PLACE,YOU KNOW
I'VE COME TO THIS CONCLUSION.
AND MANY DREAMS OF LOVE AND PEACE
AN OPTICAL ILLUSION.
I'VE SEEN THOSE SMALL,POT BELLIED KIDS
WITH HUNGER IN THIER EYES.
I'VE SEEN THEM HOLDING OUT THEIR HANDS
AND HEARD THEIR MOTHERS CRIES.
A GRAIN OF RICE,A PIECE OF CRUST,
ANYTHING WILL DO,
WHILE RICH MEN SIT,AND PLAY THEIR GAMES
DON'T GIVE A DAMN,ITS TRUE.
A FAMILY WALKS A THOUSAND MILES
FOR A SLICE OF BREAD,AND WATER.
A FATHER SITS,HE STROKES THE HEAD
OF HIS SICK AND DYING DAUGHTER.
THESE,ARE OUR FAMILIES CHILDREN
TORTURED FROM THEIR BIRTH.
OUR BROTHERS AND OUR SISTERS
PRECIOUS CREATURES OF OUR EARTH.
I REALLY FIND IT DIFFICULT
AND JUST CAN'T UNDERSTAND
WHY WE ALL CAN'T GET TOGETHER
ON THIS VAST AND FRUITFULL LAND,
TO SHARE THE SPOILS OF LABOUR
AND HELP FULFILL THEIR NEED.
FORGET OUR RACE,OUR DIFFERENCES,
SHOW PITY , LOVE , NOT GREED.

WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR(STREET KIDS)

It seems everyone I know has a story to tell regarding a family member or a close friend that has children that got caught in the dreaded drug trap.Lucky for me it hasn't hit too close to home,but it is obvious as we walk our streets and see the kids-at all hours of the day and night,wandering and lost.Where does the help come from?I suppose we do have to do all we can to stop the flow of drugs into our country,but meanwhile there's much work to do helping these kids.


IN QUIET CITY ALLEYS.AWAY FROM THE LIGHT,
OR ALONE IN THE PARK,LIVE THE KIDS OF THE NIGHT.
FROM BROKEN DOWN FAMILIES,OR PARENTS THAT BEAT,
THESE PLACES GIVE US,OUR KIDS OF THE STREET.
THEY THINK WE DON'T LOVE THEM,SO THEY HAVE TO BE TOUGH.
BUT TO LEAVE THEM OUTCAST,JUST ISN'T ENOUGH,
IN GRAVE MORAL DANGER,FROM PERVERTS AND THUGS
AND MORONS THAT CREEP THE STREETS SELLING DRUGS.
THESE ARE OUR CHILDREN,NOT SOMEONE'S MISTAKE
TO SHOW THAT WE CARE,JUST WHAT DOES IT TAKE?
TWELVE YEAR OLD GIRLS ,WAIT ON CORNERS FOR MEN,
A BOY,THE SAME AGE IN A STRANGERS CAR THEN
DISAPEARS OUT OF SITE FOR WHO KNOWS WHAT FOR,
COULD YOU SEE YOUR CHILD ANOTHER MANS WHORE?
POLICE SIRENS WAIL, AND SCREAM DOWN THE STREET,
ONE MORE OF OUR KIDS,LIE DEAD AT THEIR FEET.
SOUP KITCHENS ARE FULL,BUT NOT ALL GET FED
QUEUES AT CHARITY HOMES,IN NEED OF A BED.
THOSE THAT MISS OUT-- RETURN TO THE PARK,
ALONE,TIRED AND FRIGHTENED,OUT THERE,IN THE DARK.
THEY ALL MISS THE LOVE THAT A PARENT SHOULD GIVE
WARMTH,COMFORT AND PEACE,FROM THE PLACE THAT WE LIVE
WHERE LIES THERE FUTURE, AND WHAT LAYS IN STORE
THEY NEED OUR HELP-----WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR ?

DIGGER 2004 (ANTI IRAQ WAR)

Through the years Australia has always been so willing to answer the call,to go to battle in wars that have very rarely reached our shores.We've sent away hundreds of thousands of our best and bravest men,to shed their blood on far away battlefields--Why ?


THE BOY STOOD ON THE WARSHIP DECK,
TEARS ROLLING DOWN HIS CHEEKS.
SADLY WAVING,TO HIS FAMILY
TOO AFRAID TO SPEAK.
"HE'S OFF TO WAR YOU KNOW,
THIS FIGHTING MAN FROM AUS,
HE DON'T KNOW WHY HE'S GOING THERE,
HE'S JUST GOING THERE-- BECAUSE (BECOZ)
WE'LL STAND BY OUR YANKEE FRIENDS
YES,WE'LL PROTECT THEIR OIL
NOT CARING FOR THE LIVES OF THEM,
OR FAMILIES THEY COULD SPOIL.

THESE "BRAVE YOUNG MEN FROM AUS"
NOT KNOWING WHATS IN STORE
AS THEIR SHIPS STEAM FROM THE HARBOUR
TO ANOTHER FOREIGN SHORE.
WE'VE BEEN THIS WAY BEFORE YOU KNOW,
AND ARE JUST TOO BLIND TO SEE,
HERE COMES ANOTHER VIETNAM
ONE MORE GALLIPOLI

Monday, March 07, 2005

PROGRESS

Gee we've come along as a civilisation in our ways of being able to kill,from the days when Ug would belt Og over the head with a stick,to the days now when some chicken livered arsehole that wouldn't stand up in a one on one fight,can blow up a nation on the other side of the world,I ask the question--is that progress ?


IN DAYS OF CAVES,AND DINOSAUR,
WHEN PEOPLE WENT TO WAR,
THEY'D HIT THEIR FOES WITH STICKS AND CLUBS
TIL BLOODIED,RED AND SORE.
AS TIME PROGRESSED,WHEN MEN GOT DRESSED
THEY BOWS AND ARROWS FOUND,
FIRED FROM TREES,OR ON THEIR KNEES
THEIR ENEMIES HIT THE GROUND.
WITH METAL,CAME THE MIGHTY SWORD,
FLASHING SABRE,BAYONET,
WITH VICTIM CRASHING TO THE FLOOR,
WHEN FLESH AND IRON MET

MAN GOT CLEVER,AS YEARS WENT ON,
WE MADE CANNONS AND GUN POWDER,
SAILING SEAS TO OTHER LANDS
AS BATTLE SOUNDS GREW LOUDER.
ON THE SEVEN SEAS THE CONFLICT RAGE
WITH CANNON BALLS SHIPS SANK,
WHILST ON LAND ARMIES WENT,
WITH RIFLES AND ARMOURED TANK

MAN COULD NEVER LIVE IN PEACE,
AS COUNTRIES FOUGHT WITH OTHERS,
AND TO THE AIR THE FIGHTING WENT
THANKS TO THE SMART WRIGHT BROTHERS.
MACHINE GUNS RATTLED IN THE SKY
AS FOLKS LAY IN THEIR BED
BOMBS DROPPED FROM A THOUSAND FEET
HUNDREDS LYING DEAD.
THERE'S MISSILES FLYING BY THEMSELVES
THERE'S THOSE THAT SPREAD DISEASE
AND THOSE THAT KILL PEOPLE,
BUT LEAVE BUILDINGS,AND THE TREES.
THEN WE GOT THE BIG ONE
WHAT A RIPPER,WHAT A SCREAMER,
A FLATTENED CITY IN ONE GO-
GONE NAGASAKI,HIROSHIMA.

NOW THE WORLD ALL LIVES IN FEAR
OF THAT LAST AND FINAL DAY.
THE MUSHROOM CLOUDS LOOM OVERHEAD,
AS WE ALL ARE SWEPT AWAY.
WE SURE HAVE MADE SOME PROGRESS
SINCE THE DAYS OF CAVES
BUT THAT JUST SHOWS THE STUPID WAY
"INTELLIGENT" MAN BEHAVES.
IN THOSE DAYS,IF MAN WAS ANGERED
IT WAS ONE ON ONE FRONTATION
NOW,WE'RE IN THE HANDS OF LUNATICS,
A RED BUTTON RULES THE NATION.

BLOODY TOOTHACHE

I reckon that toothache and earache are the two worst aches there are,both as unbearable as the other,I had one such toothache that drove me to insanity and thus this poem


I'VE HAD THIS BLOODY TOOTHACHE,
ITS DRIVING ME INSANE,
NO SOONER I GET RID OF IT,
THE BASTARDS BACK AGAIN.
I COULDN'T EAT AT BREAKFAST
MY LUNCH I COULDN'T TAKE
AND MY WILDEST DREAM AT THIS TIME
IS TO EAT A PIECE OF STEAK.
BUT THIS BLOODY ROTTEN, FRIGGIN TOOTH
WON'T LET ME TAKE A BITE
IT HURT ME ALL OF YESTERDAY
AND HALF THE BLOODY NIGHT.
I SIT HERE NUMB WITH CLOVE OIL
CAN'T FEEL ME FACE OR TONGUE
BUT THIS BLOODY ROTTEN BASTARD TOOTH
STILL THE MONGREL STUNG.
IF IT STILL HURTS TOMORROW
I'M CLIMBING ON THE ROOF
THIS PAIN WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME
THIS BLOODY ROTTEN TOOTH.
I'M HALF JUNKED UP WITH ASPRIN
AND OTHER BLOODY STUFF
BUT TRY AND TELL THIS BLOODY TOOTH
ITS E-BLOODY NOUGH
THEY CAN KILL THE PAIN OF PERIODS
AND IT WORKS,THERES NO DENIALS
HEART TRANSPLANTS--NO PROBLEMS
THEY CAN EVEN CURE PILES.
BUT THIS BLOODY ROTTEN TOOTHACHE
THATS DRIVING ME INSANE
NO SOONER I GET RID OF IT-
THE BASTARDS BACK AGAIN.