Stand And Be Counted

 

Stand and be counted

No matter where you are

Listen to the voice

Of a real rising star

Feel all the energy

Coming from afar

That's it everyone

You know who you are

Feel the inner soul

Tapping through your feet

That's it everyone

Lets dance upon the street

Listening to these words

That come out so unique

Here we go now

With a chorous to repeat

 

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That's it everyone

Move up and down

Lets show our strength

In every single town

Doing what we do

As we all go around

Enjoying our lifes

And enjoying the sound

Now feel the rhythm

And let yourselves be free

In a crazy way

For everyone to see

As the music takes control

Simply for free

Now come sing chorous

Simply with me

 

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Now please remember

As you listen to this song

While bouncing to the beat

Where you all belong

Think of those people

Who have to stay strong

Who live on the streets

Wither right or wrong

Doing what they do

To simply survive

Living in sleeping bags

To keep themseleves alive

Through all weathers

So they can strive

To move on

Through maximum overdrive

 

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Now think yourseleves lucky

In what you all do

And always remember

This could happen to you

One false move

Out of the blue

And your living outside

In cold weathers too

So listen to this rhythm

And dance to the beat

Come on everyone

Lets dance upon the street

Turn up the volume

Turn up the heat

And join in this chorous

That we shall repeat

 

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The mystic flying pizza,

The mystic flying pizza,

Clean from outer space,

Came to London City,

To splash salami in our face.

Along with mozzarella,

And pineapple now as well,

To create a bit of havoc,

In this living hell.

Showing us all its weapons,

Of fat and destruction too,

Polluting all our systems,

Is what it's trying to do?

Sending back messages,

To it's main fleet,

On how to take us on,

To beat us on the streets.

Planning a crazy war,

Against us oh by far,

To gain control of London,

So they could have the power.

Now are we going to let them?

Well that is up to you,

To put a plan together,

Or death will come so true.

Wiping out our kingdom,

Killing all our souls,

To make our life’s easier,

As Jesus little foals.

By Dr Geebers

The swirling winds of Brighton

The swirling winds of Brighton

Howl like a midnight wolf

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

To give us all a frightening

With thunder storms a brewing

Getting louder by the second

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

With great big flashes of lightening

Rocking boats with crashing waves

As chaos comes so strong

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

Raging with lots of anger

Flooding roads with bouncing rain

And droplets as big as beans

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

While showing us all its danger

Before slowing down to a gentle breeze

Right before our eyes

Along the Shore

Beyond the pier

Like a miracle from God above

Until the sun unleashes itself

To give us what we want

Along the shore

Beyond the pier

And that’s a summer of love.

By Dr Geebers

The homeless poet in Brighton,

The homeless poet in Brighton,

Who likes to see the sights?

While using all the day centers,

Because it’s his human rights.

For he has magic beliefs,

In a world of love and hate,

Because most people in the world,

Will never be in this state.

As inspiration flows,

For a down and out,

In a state of madness,

Which is no doubt.

For he is a believer,

In helping with his mind,

To change his own life,

Forever you will find.

Even though he travels,

So he can write and write,

He has to sleep rough,

Every day and night.

Until he finds a way,

To get his work out,

Because he is a poet,

And that’s true without a doubt.

By Dr Geebers

When you’re in Brighton having fun,

When you’re in Brighton having fun,

Down on the beach, under the sun.

Breaking the law with a barbecue,

Think of the homeless and what they do.

Cueing up for a soup run,

Because they are hungry which isn’t fun?

With problems galore and much, much more,

Without a key to open that door.

So they sleep out through rain, hail and snow,

Hoping for someone to help them you know.

Like a miracle from God above,

Because they’ve lost the life they love.

By Dr Geebers

The beauty of a summer’s day,

The beauty of a summer’s day,

Spent on Brighton’s beach,

Is something marvelous I must say?

That’s better than any speech.

Watching the waves caress the stones,

In a rhythmic dance of pleasure,

Along with people with ice-cream cones,

On a day, they will always treasure.

With boats galore, way of the shore,

Dancing to the beat of the sea,

Oh what a lovely day to adore,

Says a homeless poet like me.

By Dr Geebers

Being in Brighton,

Being in Brighton,

Doing what I do,

Writing down words,

So simply true.

About a place,

Where people have fun,

Now this is an experience,

That has to be done.

For party, party, party,

Is what they do here?

No matter the weather,

Or time of year.

Even if you are homeless,

And have no money,

The people are fantastic,

And absolutely funny.

By Dr Geebers

I Was Getting It Going

I was getting it going
I was feeling it so fine
Iwas doing all the things
In perfect sunshine

I was getting all the heat
I was feeling it so great
I was doing all the things
That most people would hate

I was going with the flow
I was rhyming so free
I was saying all the things
In perfect harmony

I was feeling oh so good
I was enjoying it yes
I was feeling all the power
Oh what a perfect mess

I was copletely out of tune
I had no rythem in my soul
I hadn’t even a beat
I was way out of control

I was absolutely fumming
I was feeling the crunch
When someone said I was rubbish
So I gave them one good punch

Knocking them to the floor
In an unexspected way
Even though I was truely rubbish
He spoiled my perfect day

Which made me feel so angry
It wasn’t a good thing to do
As I was carted of to the cells
By the old boys in blue

By Dr Geebers

There Was A Young Man With Some Beacon

There was a young man with some bacon,

Who didn’t know what was a check in,

So he played with some balls,

So a customer recalls,

Until someone shouted there’s Beckham.

By Dr Geebers