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Not the first half you might have expected, even though the score might suggest that it was.

quote by John Motson
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Even The Score

I stayed up all night long
Drinkin and thinkin bout you
Is there anything left at all
Is there anything that I can do
cause I dont know what to say anymore
I dont know how to even the score with you, with you
Starin hard at that big front door
Is it time now to find my shoes
It aint the loss of love no more
Im just tryin hard to live with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, with you
With you, with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Is love a question, whos weak, whos strong
I cant see it, wheres a compromise
Its so confusin where this thing has gone
Its gotta stop, youve gotta realize
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you
cause I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you
I dont know what to say anymore
And I dont know how to even the score with you, oh, with you
Yes, with you, oh, with you

song performed by America
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London River

Half a score o' sailormen that want to sail once more,
Cruising round the waterside with the Peter at the fore!
Half a score o' sailormen the sea will never drown -
Seven days in open boats a-drifting up and down! -
Out to find another ship and sail from London Town!

Half a score o' sailormen broke and on the rocks,
Linking down Commercial Road, tramping round the Docks,
Half a score o' sailormen, torpedoed twice before,
Once was in the Channel chops, once was off the Nore,
Last was in the open sea five hundred mile from shore!

Half a score o' sailormen that want to sail again -
And her cargo's all aboard her, and it's blowing up for rain!
Half a score o' sailormen that won't come home to tea -
For she's dropping down the river with the Duster flying free -
Down the London River on the road to the open sea!

poem by Cicely Fox Smith
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poem by Rwetewrt Erwtwer
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Kudos

Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

And don't you feel a wreck,
When those kudos don't come through?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

Then you find a life,
Watching mice eating cheese.
Sitting in your kitchen nibbling rice and beans.
While looking out a window hopscotching over dreams.
And there's no kudos.
No kudos.

Have you ever 'tripped',
When you didn't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

Did you get upset,
In a mood with no kudos.

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

And then you chased the mice,
With a broom you swung.
Knocking over lamps and feeling dumb.
And then the doorbell rings,
And a neighbor is there...
With noodles.
Meatballs and noodles.

Don't you feel a mess,
When you don't get those kudos?

Kudos.
Those expected kudos.
Kudos.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Fable For Critics

Phoebus, sitting one day in a laurel-tree's shade,
Was reminded of Daphne, of whom it was made,
For the god being one day too warm in his wooing,
She took to the tree to escape his pursuing;
Be the cause what it might, from his offers she shrunk,
And, Ginevra-like, shut herself up in a trunk;
And, though 'twas a step into which he had driven her,
He somehow or other had never forgiven her;
Her memory he nursed as a kind of a tonic,
Something bitter to chew when he'd play the Byronic,
And I can't count the obstinate nymphs that he brought over
By a strange kind of smile he put on when he thought of her.
'My case is like Dido's,' he sometimes remarked;
'When I last saw my love, she was fairly embarked
In a laurel, as _she_ thought-but (ah, how Fate mocks!)
She has found it by this time a very bad box;
Let hunters from me take this saw when they need it,-
You're not always sure of your game when you've treed it.
Just conceive such a change taking place in one's mistress!
What romance would be left?-who can flatter or kiss trees?
And, for mercy's sake, how could one keep up a dialogue
With a dull wooden thing that will live and will die a log,-
Not to say that the thought would forever intrude
That you've less chance to win her the more she is wood?
Ah! it went to my heart, and the memory still grieves,
To see those loved graces all taking their leaves;
Those charms beyond speech, so enchanting but now,
As they left me forever, each making its bough!
If her tongue _had_ a tang sometimes more than was right,
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.'

Now, Daphne-before she was happily treeified-
Over all other blossoms the lily had deified,
And when she expected the god on a visit
('Twas before he had made his intentions explicit),
Some buds she arranged with a vast deal of care,
To look as if artlessly twined in her hair,
Where they seemed, as he said, when he paid his addresses,
Like the day breaking through, the long night of her tresses;
So whenever he wished to be quite irresistible,
Like a man with eight trumps in his hand at a whist-table
(I feared me at first that the rhyme was untwistable,
Though I might have lugged in an allusion to Cristabel),-
He would take up a lily, and gloomily look in it,
As I shall at the--, when they cut up my book in it.

Well, here, after all the bad rhyme I've been spinning,
I've got back at last to my story's beginning:
Sitting there, as I say, in the shade of his mistress,
As dull as a volume of old Chester mysteries,

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poem by James Russell Lowell
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I'm Not Feelin It Anymore

Have to get back, have to get back the base
I need to talk to somebody, I can trust
Too many cooks, are tryin' to spoil the broth
I can't feel it in my throat, that's all she wrote
I'm not feeling it no more, I'm not feeling it anymore
Not feelin' it no more, not feelin' it anymore
When I was high at the party, everything looked good
I was seein' through rose coloured glasses
Not seein' the wood for the trees
I started out in normal operation
But I just ended up in doubt
All my drinking buddies, they locked me out
I'm not feelin' it no more, I'm not feelin' it anymore
No feelin' it no more, I'm tryin' to give you the score
You see me up there baby, I'm on the screen
But I know better now, it's so unreal
If this is success, then something's awful wrong
'Cause I bought the dream and I had to play along
I'm not feelin' it no more, I'm not feelin' it anymore
I'm tryin' to give you the score, I'm not feelin' it no more
We all know that money, don't buy you love
You just get a job and somewhere to live
You have to look for happiness, within yourself
And don't go chasin' thinkin' that it is somewhere else
I'm not feelin' it no more, I'm not feelin' it anymore
Baby I'm tryin' to give you the score,
I'm not feelin' it no more
I was pretending all the time
I was givin' everybody what they wanted
And I lost my peace of mind
And all I ever wanted was simply just to be me
All you ever need is the truth
And the truth will set you free
I'm not feelin' it no more, I'm not feelin' it anymore
I'm tryin' to give you the score, just like I did before
I'm not feelin' it no more, I'm not feelin' it anymore
I'm not feelin' it no more, baby I'm just trying to give you the score
I'm not feelin' it no more, not feelin' it anymore
Not feelin' it no more
Not feelin' it no more baby

song performed by Van Morrison
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Im Not Feeling It Anymore

Have to get back, have to get back the base
I need to talk to somebody, I can trust
Too many cooks, are tryin to spoil the broth
I cant feel it in my throat, thats all she wrote
Im not feeling it no more, Im not feeling it anymore
Not feelin it no more, not feelin it anymore
When I was high at the party, everything looked good
I was seein through rose coloured glasses
Not seein the wood for the trees
I started out in normal operation
But I just ended up in doubt
All my drinking buddies, they locked me out
Im not feelin it no more, Im not feelin it anymore
No feelin it no more, Im tryin to give you the score
You see me up there baby, Im on the screen
But I know better now, its so unreal
If this is success, then somethings awful wrong
'cause I bought the dream and I had to play along
Im not feelin it no more, Im not feelin it anymore
Im tryin to give you the score, Im not feelin it no more
We all know that money, dont buy you love
You just get a job and somewhere to live
You have to look for happiness, within yourself
And dont go chasin thinkin that it is somewhere else
Im not feelin it no more, Im not feelin it anymore
Baby Im tryin to give you the score,
Im not feelin it no more
I was pretending all the time
I was givin everybody what they wanted
And I lost my peace of mind
And all I ever wanted was simply just to be me
All you ever need is the truth
And the truth will set you free
Im not feelin it no more, Im not feelin it anymore
Im tryin to give you the score, just like I did before
Im not feelin it no more, Im not feelin it anymore
Im not feelin it no more, baby Im just trying to give you the score
Im not feelin it no more, not feelin it anymore
Not feelin it no more
Not feelin it no more baby.

song performed by Van Morrison
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Futbol

There he is standing on the field, looking around and laughing
he wants to see what you see from the stands, himself basking, charming.
The ball slips from the fingers of a dazzled referee and he kicks out,
deftly he is gliding in and out between his opponents, he is glorious.

Then where has the goal gone that it is no longer before him?
So that he spins around and is aghast and desperate with anxiety?
His opponent grins and lives the sport, he breathes the dance,
and he chants in his heart the reality of his passion, as he flies!

You do not doubt that he is dancing, because his eyes are singing.
He floats above the grass, he lifts his knees high and tumbles low.
He watches from afar as his body works his will like an oiled puppet,
and he is certainly a masterful puppeteer, he grins and slides.

Where did our laughing hero go who was so handsome with the crowd?
He is behind, running to catch up and wondering in shock what happened.
His opponent tips the ball into the air with a gentle kick of the toe.
He positions himself and pirouettes slowly, the ball goes flying.

The goalie's heart pumps like a psychotic ocean, he is freaking out now.
The ball parts the breath's of his team mates and loopty loops into the net.
Four tenths of a second after the ball flits into the net, the goalie blocks
and slaps air and is laid out at the post, feeling bested by a better man.

Again and again the dancer, the puppeteer, rides the ball down the field.
Score. Score. Score. Score. Score. There is the clock and the game is over.
Our hero grimaces in angst and seethes at glory lost and wonders...
where was he when he was most needed, where was all his glory and fame?

How was he bested by an up-and-coming punk, he wondered with shock.
When did the cinematographer of this movie decide that his part was over?
He overheard the answer at a news conference after the game
'He knows the rules better than he knows the sport, ' said his opponent
with a grin.

poem by Poet Dragon
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Chance

CHORUS
When you see me in the club with another guy,
Remember it was you who said "goodbye"
You expected me to sit around and wait for you
I'm telling you boy that you're not that fly
VERSE 1
See you're the one who told me a pack of lies
It was obvious from the guilty look in your eyes
But really boy it comes as no surprise
That you were playing me
Now you thought it was enough to spend your money on me
When I really wanna spend time in your company
I've tried so many times to make you see
That you can't buy my love
CHORUS
When you see me in the club with another guy,
Remember it was you who said "goodbye"
You expected me to sit around and wait for you
I'm telling you boy that you're not that fly
Now you're watching me on the dancefloor
Wishing you and I could have been more
You had your chance with me
VERSE 2
Now I'm free to do whatever the hell I like
I can call my girls and go out and party all night
My soul has been uplifted and it feels so right
Now you're not in my heart
CHORUS
When you see me in the club with another guy,
Remember it was you who said "goodbye"
You expected me to sit around and wait for you
I'm telling you boy that you're not that fly
Now you're watching me on the dancefloor
Wishing you and I could have been more
You had your chance with me
MIDDLE 8
Uh huh, come on, it ain't your birthday, it ain't your birthday
Uh huh, come on, it ain't your birthday, it ain't your birthday
Don't think I don't know boy, my cash it brought you joy
Most things you own, don't mean to moan but it's not OK boy
Don't think I don't know boy, my cash it brought you joy
You had your chance with me
CHORUS x2
When you see me in the club with another guy,
Remember it was you who said "goodbye"
You expected me to sit around and wait for you
I'm telling you boy that you're not that fly
Now you're watching me on the dancefloor
Wishing you and I could have been more
You had your chance with me

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song performed by 411
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Taken To Extremes

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

I had stop,
Accepting people and their shortcomings
I had to stop,
An empathy they would expect from me.
I was made to drop,
All the giving of my energy...
Taken to extremes until they saw me bleed.

At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
At one time I was,
Am I now...
No!
Accepting people AND their shortcomings.

I was made to drop,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Bad Bitch

[fabolous]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, Im a ghetto superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
Im trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
[verse]
Im trying to kill two birds with one stone
Its 151s prone, that have you and huns stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know yall parents wouldnt con-done
Its you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to g
But you know youngn would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tonguen each other
Wow! its a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can probly pollie, both of these bobby darlies
That take off their rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on harleys
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin marley
I hope this aint tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of yall look in thongs
[chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
[verse]
Im willing to geese em if they feeling a threesome
Im pulling up in the gt before the dealers release them
I aint with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most menage trois and lama taje (? )
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me two time johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mamis
This brother done had em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from adam
Im always this humble boo, hell yes!
Its cool for your girlfriend to come through too
[chorus]
[verse]

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song performed by Fabolous
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Think of you

I shall not think of you to miss
Till I finally bid you and wish
It will not be once, twice or thrice
It may remain till its demise

How I feel greatly at heart
I don’t know where from to think or start
I have not done it this before
I continue to think seriously therefore

What appeals me much about you?
What do I get message through?
Do your lovely eyes openly invite?
Arouse the passion and desire to ignite

I may never find answer again
That may not remain as worry or concern
How can I claim to dissociate or remain discern
When it comes to reality and favorable turn

It is not mere smile on your face
It seems beautiful mock trial or race
I run blindly to catch the glimpse
Will you call me an admirer or something else?

What a typical way to show the way?
Make to hold the breathe so no one goes away
It is rare shine in the in the form of ray
I am lost in race as answer may not be or may

What do the half opened lips suggest?
Do they indicate the direction of east or west?
East may suggest rising of bright day
West may suggest doom and push away

Hairs are like heavily charged clouds
Fall on chest to make it typical sound
Assuming shape of many beautiful figures
Safe passage with lovely words and assures

You search an answer from protected box
Your head is not like evil’s home or cunning fox
You may be waiting to reply in affirmative
Whole face appears to be shining and suggestive

You are totally unaware of happenings around
You present yourself as idol standing on ground
What to look and where to define
You are such a class and can be simply fine

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poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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From Dirt To Muddy Up When It Rains

I would not be the one to suggest,
That the Earth is a living and breathing entity.
Superior in thought than mankind will ever be.
No.
This 'thing' is just a ball in space.

I would not be the one to suggest,
That from the Earth...
All that has come to witness life,
From Earth had its birth.
From ashes to ashes.
Dust to dust.
From dirt to muddy up when it rains?
No way.

I would not be the one to suggest,
Any of this.
Even hypothetically.

Since everyone knows...
We came here bestowed upon this,
Our existence...
By way of immaculate conception.

Divine!
With a purity and wholesomeness,
As commemorated on December 8th.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Whoop and Holler

And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!

And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.

You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!

And when you whoop and holler,
'Cause your rent aint paid...
With a blaming finger done,
To one who's been at your aid.
All you do is isolate yourself more and more,
When you jump up and down...
With your lips on the floor!

And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.

You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!

Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
You're the one who chose to live your life the way you do.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.

And when you whoop and holler,
Like you need to be caged.
All you show to people,
Is a raging that's crazed.

You're not the only one today upset!
I suggest you sit down,
Before somebody breaks your neck!

Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.
Pull yourself together stop that hooting like a fool.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Turn The Music Loud (Rock Lyrics) :

If you're looking for a great adventure honey.
Lookin' for the things you need.
If you're lookin' for times of passion baby.
Someone you can meet.
I suggest the local tavern honey.
I suggest a real good time.
You should try to throw a party baby.
Buy the bar a round.
Try to keep this party going till morning.
Bring along a crowd.
I suggest we go to your apartment baby.
Turn the music loud.
Turn the music way up loud now.
Turn the music loud.
Turn the music way up loud now.
Turn the music loud..

We can keep this party movin' honey.
If we turn the music loud.
Turn the music way up loud now.
Turn the music loud.
We can really crank it up now.
Just turn the music loud.
Turn the music way up loud now.
Turn the music loud.

Turn the music loud...

Rock Lyrics By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1984,2009..
ALL rights reserved..

poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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Silent Lover

Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town
You never been a shy one
You really are a sly one yes sire, yes sire, oh
Coming right out of hiding
Slipping right in and sliding, down to me, oh baby oh
And when its time for worryin
Youre doing what youre doing, gracefully, oh baby
When you took me into your arms and shook me
To the core, oh yeah...
Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town
Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town
Oh I guess you really change me
You sort of rearrange me more and more, oh baby yeah...
Each day you come on stronger
I know you really longer
Whats the score, whats the score, alright
And I know youre much too clever,
Just to go run forever
No, not you, oh baby
Youre like a wind wing rover
Just like a wind wing rover, passing through, oh yeah...
And one day youll say
No use to keep on saying, name the truth, oh baby
Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town
Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town
You never been a shy one
You really are a sly one yes sire, oh baby
Coming right out of hiding
Slipping right in and sliding, down to me, oh yeah...
Oh...and when its time for worryin
Youre doing what youre doing, gracefully, gracefully
Oh you took me into your arms and shook me
To the score, to a score
Oh I guess you really change me
You sort of rearrange me more and more, oh...yeah...
Silent lover, secret lover, run for cover
When my mans in town

song performed by Boney M.
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World Game

This song was first released on the its about time album. it is the only album it has been released on.
I want to play in the world game
I want to make it better its ever been before
I want to play in the world game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more
Everywhere Im going I see trouble
Everywhere Im looking I see all kinds of pain
Maybe we can get back on the double
Maybe we can turn around and make it all change
They say its you against your neighbor
If it gets right down to it, you against your friend
I swear that this is not the answer
As far as I can see it is the way it all ends
I want to play in the world game
I want to make it better its ever been before
I want to play in the world game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less and doing so much more
Hey man, you know me I dont worry
Hey man, you know me I am never afraid
Only one thing can make me sorry
Something to say and then it never gets said
What kind of man turns on his brother
What kind of man turns his back on a friend
Who has the right to say its over
Who has the right to see how far it can bend
I want to play in the world game
I want to make it better its ever been before
I want to play in the world game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more
Yaweh yaweh yaweh jah
Yaweh yaweh yaweh jah
Yaweh yaweh yaweh jah
Yaweh yaweh yaweh jah
You and me you and me
You and me you and me
I and I - I and i
I and I - I and i
I want to play in the world game
I want to make it better its ever been before
I want to play in the world game
I want to make sure everybody knows the score
About using less, doing so much more
Words and music by john denver

song performed by John Denver
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Little Suzie

Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day
Why why why
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say
Why why why
I date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin
Why why why
Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
I blew my paycheck getting real high today
Why why why
I lied and told my nephew that I had no more time to play
Why why why
I saw this lady gettin robbed I looked away
Why why why
I put my grandma in a home and made her stay
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
You just keep up with the score
Cuz God closes the windows
Next thing you know He opens doors
Singing la la la la la
Singing la la la la la
I give in church
But you are asking me where it really goes
Why why why
I could give more but I end up spending it on shoes and clothes
Why why why

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song performed by Kelis
Added by Lucian Velea
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Shes Knocking At My Door

Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
I want a piece of that pie
Shes driving me completely wild
Shes giving me a private dance
Shes playing with my confidence
The way shes coming down the stairs
Makes me surrender just right there
This girl is out of this world
Heaven must be a place on earth
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
Shes like a shot of adrenaline
She made me fly with broken wings
With nothing but the radio on
Her body is the song I want
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
The light is on but no ones home tonight
We lock the door, we turn the key
And throw it right outside
Come on and set me free
If you had candy once before
For you keep coming back for more
Shes got the sweetest touch of all
The longest legs that I recall
Before she leaves she turns around
The elevator takes her down
She says oh well the city rocks
I go to sleep but then it knocks
Shes knocking at my door
That little angel knows the score
Shes knocking at my door
But I wont let her out no more
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song performed by Scorpions
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Marching Along

I

Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
And, pressing a troop unable to stoop
And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,
Marched them along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

II

God for King Charles! Pym and such carles
To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles!
Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup,
Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup
Till you're—

Chorus. Marching along, fifty-score strong,

Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.

III

Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell
Serve Hazelridg, Fiennes, and young Harry as well!
England, good cheer! Rupert is near!
Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here

Chorus. Marching along, fifty-score strong,

Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song?

IV

Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls
To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles!
Hold by the right, you double your might;
So onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight,

Chorus. March we along, fifty-score strong,

Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!

poem by Robert Browning from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
Added by Veronica Serbanoiu
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