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By Karim Kadiri
karim@naturalselling.biz

Articles:

Poems:

Band of brothers.

Bring it down low

Faiza

What’s the point of it all?

When you know there’s a child.

They call me radical

She gave me life

Si j’etais lui…

Son of a Bush

Gentle Giants

Funny...

From The Grave

No, Don't Play That Chord Again...

Dear Mrs Ambassador

Dear Life...

And What About?

And Then One Day...

When you know there's a child.

You are not your car !

BAND OF BROTHERS

A man makes a decision, another always pays the price

Teach the president to play guitar, help him feel the vibe

Never a man with a soul has ever started a war

Notes are too pretty and melody always softens the heart

 

Let the soldiers drop their gun and pick up a new tune

Teach the troops to hear music and blow a different horn

A heart full of harmony could never hurt another

When minds are singing who wants to deal with fire?

 

Chorus

 

Let us be a band of brothers, let us sing in unison

Teach us to kill with kindness, teach us how love conquers all

Remind us how we all want the same thing

Remind us how we won’t be here for ever

 

A man makes a decision, a man makes a mistake

Remember we were all children that lived to play

We were young but wiser, we never hated anyone

Gather the troops, let’s make a hit of a different kind

Taking notes from every side, we’re gonna be a “Band of Brothers”

 

Written by Karim Kadiri 9/7/04

 

 

 

 

 
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