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Topsy-turvy

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

That half filled cup,
Is leaking towards the bottom.
Could it be bad luck...
That a rut is stirring in our guts!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

A groaning moaning,
Is heard from dusk 'til dawning.
A smile once there...
Is now a frown most give and get!

Have we been hoo-dooed,
By someone doing voodoo.
What had been up...
Is now topsy-turvy.

They're robbing Peter,
To pay Paul on their debts.
And things are getting out of hand...
To leave some feeling quite upset.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Voodoo Voodoo

U a u a voodoo voodoo
U a u a voodoo
U a u a voodoo voodoo
U a u a voodoo
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo.
Lascia che il mio Voodoo lavori eh
Funziona con tutte ma non con te!
Latte di letto, talismani e fiori
un filtro speciale fatto apposta per te.
Ehy sorella figlia della notte
Dimmi se vieni, se funziona se
Dimmi di s, dimmi come
Dimmi di s, dimmi dove
Voodoo voodoo un po' d'amore
Voodoo voodoo per me
Voodoo voodoo solo un po' d'amore
Yee yee yee yee yee yee!
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo fiamme sulla luna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo finch ce n'.
Lascia che il mio coso lavori (si spera)
Funziona con tutte ma non con te
Magica donna dalla gatta nera
Ho un filtro fatale fatto apposta per te.
Ehy sorella, figlia del peccato
Dimmi se vieni, se funziona se
Dimmi di s, dimmi come
Dimmi di s, dimmi dove
Voodoo voodoo un po' d'amore
Voodoo voodoo per me
Voodoo voodoo solo un po' d'amore
Yee yee yee yee yee yee!
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo fiamme sulla luna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo solco nella duna
Voodoo voodoo I got a feeling
Voodoo voodoo.
Voglio te, questa notte d'estate
Voglio te, anche se non ti piace
Voglio te, senza troppe parole
Voglio che, viene dentro me come un raggio di sole.
Voglio te, questa notte d'estate
Voglio te, anche se non ti piace
Voglio te, senza troppe parole
Voglio che, viene dentro me come un raggio di sole.

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song performed by Zucchero
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Only Time Will Tell

[transcribed by chris w]
Only time will tell
By: jimmy buffett
1996
Scales and clocks just cant be trusted
Keys and locks are destined to be busted
Metaphors were never made for keeping score
And Im feeling for the sound of time
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Is it the answer or just a suggestion
Is love what we truly want or merely a protection
Is this music made to last or crumble like a shell
Is there heaven here on earth or is this really hell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Are we destined to be ruled by a bunch of old white men
Who compare the world to football and are programmed to defend
Id like to try a princess or a non-terrestrial
Who is neither boast nor bashful is there really such a girl
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
I woke up this morning feeling absolutely grand
For nearly half a century Ive been singing in a band
Id like to think Ill make it to two thousand and one
Will the party be at my house God I wonder who will come
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense will it ever ring a bell
Only time will tell
Only time will tell if I am right or I am wrong
Only time will tell is there a message in this song
Will it ever make sense on this crazy carousel
Only time will tell
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo hoo

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song performed by Jimmy Buffett
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Peter Bell, A Tale

PROLOGUE

There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon;
But through the clouds I'll never float
Until I have a little Boat,
Shaped like the crescent-moon.

And now I 'have' a little Boat,
In shape a very crescent-moon
Fast through the clouds my boat can sail;
But if perchance your faith should fail,
Look up--and you shall see me soon!

The woods, my Friends, are round you roaring,
Rocking and roaring like a sea;
The noise of danger's in your ears,
And ye have all a thousand fears
Both for my little Boat and me!

Meanwhile untroubled I admire
The pointed horns of my canoe;
And, did not pity touch my breast,
To see how ye are all distrest,
Till my ribs ached, I'd laugh at you!

Away we go, my Boat and I--
Frail man ne'er sate in such another;
Whether among the winds we strive,
Or deep into the clouds we dive,
Each is contented with the other.

Away we go--and what care we
For treasons, tumults, and for wars?
We are as calm in our delight
As is the crescent-moon so bright
Among the scattered stars.

Up goes my Boat among the stars
Through many a breathless field of light,
Through many a long blue field of ether,
Leaving ten thousand stars beneath her:
Up goes my little Boat so bright!

The Crab, the Scorpion, and the Bull--
We pry among them all; have shot
High o'er the red-haired race of Mars,
Covered from top to toe with scars;
Such company I like it not!

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poem by William Wordsworth
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Peter Bell The Third

BY MICHING MALLECHO, Esq.

Is it a party in a parlour,
Crammed just as they on earth were crammed,
Some sipping punch-some sipping tea;
But, as you by their faces see,
All silent, and all-damned!

Peter Bell, by W. Wordsworth.

Ophelia.-What means this, my lord?
Hamlet.-Marry, this is Miching Mallecho; it means mischief.
~Shakespeare.

PROLOGUE
Pet er Bells, one, two and three,
O'er the wide world wandering be.-
First, the antenatal Peter,
Wrapped in weeds of the same metre,
The so-long-predestined raiment
Clothed in which to walk his way meant
The second Peter; whose ambition
Is to link the proposition,
As the mean of two extremes-
(This was learned from Aldric's themes)
Shielding from the guilt of schism
The orthodoxal syllogism;
The First Peter-he who was
Like the shadow in the glass
Of the second, yet unripe,
His substantial antitype.-
Then came Peter Bell the Second,
Who henceforward must be reckoned
The body of a double soul,
And that portion of the whole
Without which the rest would seem
Ends of a disjointed dream.-
And the Third is he who has
O'er the grave been forced to pass
To the other side, which is,-
Go and try else,-just like this.
Peter Bell the First was Peter
Smugger, milder, softer, neater,
Like the soul before it is
Born from that world into this.
The next Peter Bell was he,
Predevote, like you and me,
To good or evil as may come;
His was the severer doom,-

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poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Annie Mae

Written by natalie cole
(hoo, hoo, hoo) mmm (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Growing up wasnt easy for annie mae
(hoo, hoo, hoo)
A little girl in a great big world
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
No one knew about her past
Some people swore shed never last
She was (growing up much too fast)
Growing (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Just a little too fast (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Never had her a mama, no, no
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Rarely heard a kind spoken word
Annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Looking at life through an empty shell
And all the time shes catching hell
She was growing
(growing up much too fast) up much too fast
Does anybody know where is annie mae today
Where oh where is annie mae
All you got to do is look into the faces of
All the young girls
On the avenue--(young girls!)
Oh, well, (hoo, hoo, hoo) ha
In the night hear her cry, annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Hurt and pain keeps coming again
And again, and again, annie mae (hoo, hoo, hoo)
Trippin and runnin is blowin her mind
Tryin to decide if shell make it this time
She was (growing up) oh, yeah (much too fast)
She was (growing up much too fast)
Somebody got to stop her, oh annie, annie
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Annie, annie
Somebody
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Got to stop her, oh, annie, annie,
(ooh) (hoo, hoo, hoo) (where is annie mae)
Annie, annie
Shes runnin, shes runnin
Growin up too fast, oh, oh
(shes running) oh, oh
Growin up too fast, oh, oh
(shes runnin) oh, oh
Growin up too fast, oh, hey
(shes runnin) annie, annie mae, yeah
(shes running) where you goin annie
(shes runnin) dont you think somebody aught to stop you
(shes runnin) somebody aught to stop you

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song performed by Natalie Cole
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Jimmy The Explorer

JIMMY THE EXPLORER
Now Jimmy
Well, do you want an explosion now?
Yeah Jimmy
Do you want to explode now?
Yeah monkey
Now you seeing red now
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Green apples
On the tree and growing now
Green apples
Are gonna be exploding now
Yeah monkey
Are you seeing red now?
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
STOP BREAKING DOWN
Everytime Im walkin, down the streets,
some pretty mama she starts breakin down
Stop breakin down, yes stop breakin down
The stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
itll make you lose your mind.
Now, you Saturday night womens, you love to ape and clown,
you wont do nothin but tear good man (i.e Jack White) reputation down
Stop breakin down, please stop breakin down
The stuff I gotll bust your brains out, baby, hoo hoo,
itll make you lose your mind
Now, I give my baby, now, the ninety-nine degree,
she jumped up and throwed a pistol down on me
Stop breakin down, please stop breakin down
Stuff I gotll bust your brains out, if you think you lose your mind
THE BIG THREE KILLED MY BABY
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Their ideas made me want to spit
a hundred dollars goes down the pit
30,000 wheels are rollin
and my stick shift hands are swollen
everything involved is shady
the big three killed my baby
The big three killed my baby
no money in my hand again
the big three killed my baby
nobody's coming home again
Why dont you take the day off and try to repair

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song performed by White Stripes
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Sir Peter Harpdon's End

In an English Castle in Poictou. Sir Peter Harpdon, a Gascon knight in the English service, and John Curzon, his lieutenant.

John Curzon

Of those three prisoners, that before you came
We took down at St. John's hard by the mill,
Two are good masons; we have tools enough,
And you have skill to set them working.

Sir Peter

So-
What are their names?

John Curzon

Why, Jacques Aquadent,
And Peter Plombiere, but-

Sir Peter

What colour'd hair
Has Peter now? has Jacques got bow legs?

John Curzon

Why, sir, you jest: what matters Jacques' hair,
Or Peter's legs to us?

Sir Peter

O! John, John, John!
Throw all your mason's tools down the deep well,
Hang Peter up and Jacques; they're no good,
We shall not build, man.

John Curzon

going.

Shall I call the guard
To hang them, sir? and yet, sir, for the tools,
We'd better keep them still; sir, fare you well.

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poem by William Morris
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Space Rock

Woo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo
Hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo

You wanna cry
When you're dealing with the kids

Woo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo
Hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo-hoo hoo

They know it all
And they're [???]

It's a game
And you play
But you can't have fun when all they do is say
Lies

They know it all
And they're [???]

It's a game
And you play
But you can't have fun when all they do is say
Lies
Lies

song performed by Weezer from Maladroit
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Cattle Call

Cattle Call
(sung by Elvis in concerts of the 1950s)
[In der mir vorliegenden Version summt er nur die Melodie.]
(Tex Owens)
The cattle are prowlin' and the coyotes are howlin'
Way out where the dogies bawl
Where spurs are a-jinglin' a cowboy is singin'
This lonesome cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He rides in the sun, till his days work is done
And he rounds up the cattle each fall
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call.
For hours he will ride on the range far and wide
When the night wind blows up a squall
His heart is a feather in all kinds of weather
He sings his cattle call
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo hoo
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo
He's brown as a berry from ridin' the prairie
And sings with an ol' western drawl
Woo-hoo woo-hoo hoo hoo
Singin' his cattle call

song performed by Elvis Presley
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The peter-bird

Out of the woods by the creek cometh a calling for Peter,
And from the orchard a voice echoes and echoes it over;
Down in the pasture the sheep hear that strange crying for Peter,
Over the meadows that call is aye and forever repeated.
So let me tell you the tale, when, where, and how it all happened,
And, when the story is told, let us pay heed to the lesson.

Once on a time, long ago, lived in the State of Kentucky
One that was reckoned a witch--full of strange spells and devices;
Nightly she wandered the woods, searching for charms voodooistic--
Scorpions, lizards, and herbs, dormice, chameleons, and plantains!
Serpents and caw-caws and bats, screech-owls and crickets and adders--
These were the guides of that witch through the dank deeps of the forest.
Then, with her roots and her herbs, back to her cave in the morning
Ambled that hussy to brew spells of unspeakable evil;
And, when the people awoke, seeing that hillside and valley
Sweltered in swathes as of mist--"Look!" they would whisper in terror--
"Look! the old witch is at work brewing her spells of great evil!"
Then would they pray till the sun, darting his rays through the vapor,
Lifted the smoke from the earth and baffled the witch's intentions.

One of the boys at that time was a certain young person named Peter,
Given too little to work, given too largely to dreaming;
Fonder of books than of chores, you can imagine that Peter
Led a sad life on the farm, causing his parents much trouble.
"Peter!" his mother would call, "the cream is a'ready for churning!"
"Peter!" his father would cry, "go grub at the weeds in the garden!"
So it was "Peter!" all day--calling, reminding, and chiding--
Peter neglected his work; therefore that nagging at Peter!

Peter got hold of some books--how, I'm unable to tell you;
Some have suspected the witch--this is no place for suspicions!
It is sufficient to stick close to the thread of the legend.
Nor is it stated or guessed what was the trend of those volumes;
What thing soever it was--done with a pen and a pencil,
Wrought with a brain, not a hoe--surely 't was hostile to farming!

"Fudge on all readin'!" they quoth; or "that's what's the ruin of
Peter!"

So, when the mornings were hot, under the beech or the maple,
Cushioned in grass that was blue, breathing the breath of the blossoms,
Lulled by the hum of the bees, the coo of the ring-doves a-mating,
Peter would frivol his time at reading, or lazing, or dreaming.
"Peter!" his mother would call, "the cream is a'ready for churning!"
"Peter!" his father would cry, "go grub at the weeds in the garden!"
"Peter!" and "Peter!" all day--calling, reminding, and chiding--
Peter neglected his chores; therefore that outcry for Peter;
Therefore the neighbors allowed evil would surely befall him--
Yes, on account of these things, ruin would come upon Peter!

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poem by Eugene Field
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No Crustaceans Fresh to Eat

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

You want to shell the meat,
To release an aroma.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.

You prefer to have your shrimp,
With a side of lobster.
Oodles scoobie dooed,
With a ooo-ah-doo.

But crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
And frustrations felt begin to heat the seat you sit.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet...
To get no relief.

And the sea has been tainted with oil grease.
And what releases from that oil stinks and reeks,
To heaven.
And you see what's coming to you to be served,
Is breaded tuna that's been noodled.

All crustaceans from the sea no one can eat.
Then you realize you're leaping up on your feet.
And that breaded tuna serve to you you leave,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Our Topsy-Turvy World

In the very very topsy-turvy world
Straight lines are elliptically curled
Way above is found below
Jungles covered up with snow
In the very very topsy-turvy world

In the world, so very very topsy-turvy
Ascorbic acid always brings on scurvy
Books with empty pages
Are read by all the sages
In the world, so very very topsy-turvy

The world of topsy-turvy consternation
Filled with topsy-turvy complications
Where the right is on the left
The most happy, most bereft
In this world of topsy-turvy situations

Foolish topsy-turvys heed no warnings
Sure there’s no such thing as global warming
They’re happy on their land
With their heads down in the sand
Where brain-less topsy-turvys bury warnings

In our world of topsy-turvy politicians
Concerned enough to better our conditions
They’ll be always there for you
With an honest point of view
In our world of topsy-turvy politicians

In our world where topsy-turvy is the norm
Where we’re taught the only way is to conform
Where nothing is quite sane
Where peace can never reign
So long as topsy-turvy is the norm

poem by Stanley Cooper
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Feelin'

when you give what's in your heart
to the one you love
you want them to give their love back to you
when every kiss and every smile
mean the world to you
then you've got it bad
don't need a cure for what you're going through
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'

'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
when every look and touch
makes you come undone
and you can't believe this feelin' is real
when the sound of someone's name
gives you butterflies
don't wander why 'cause you can be sure
that you're in love
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy

oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy

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song performed by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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Feelin' (Love To Infinity Remix) (bonus track)

when you give what's in your heart
to the one you love
you want them to give their love back to you
when every kiss and every smile
mean the world to you
then you've got it bad
don't need a cure for what you're going through
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'

'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy
when every look and touch
makes you come undone
and you can't believe this feelin' is real
when the sound of someone's name
gives you butterflies
don't wander why 'cause you can be sure
that you're in love
this feelin' inside you can't let it hide

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy

oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo

feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
when your love is true
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
there ain't nothin' you can do now
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
you feel it through and through honey
feelin' never gonna stop the feelin'
'cause there ain't nothin' you can do boy

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song performed by Gloria Estefan from Gloria!
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You Cand Do It

Hoo
Hoo hoo hoo (ooh)
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Hoo hoo hoo
Since you've been gone
Since you've been unglued
It's hard to figure out
Your next move
One minute here
The next you're gone
Let's make an end
To this sad, sad song
For you it's hard to take
'Cause the pill has an awful taste
Just open up and swallow down
Once it hits bottom
Things may turn around
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
And straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
Everything you say
Has been taken wrong
Enough to say
It's a sad sad song
They can't understand
That you mean to do good
Well I guess you could say
You're misunderstood
I know you're meaning well
But you've been shot to hell
Just come back and join us now
'Cause I know that you know how
Unfortunately this is the case
You've got to catch up
And win the race
Oh straighten yourself out...
You can do it
You're gonna do it
Jumping through it
Yeah yeah
I know it seems
They're messing with your mind
But you don't have to go
Forward blind

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song performed by No Doubt
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Sex Type Drug

Just take it nice and slow
Like jelly in a mould (singin')
Dressed in a perfect skin
You're like a manequin
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Just need to make you see
Perfection is a sin, yeah
Just feed you like a dog
Just wanna hear you come
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Sex type thing
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah
You feed me like a drug
I lick you up and swallow
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're a sex type drug
Woo hoo, oo hoo, you're the real thing

song performed by Feeder
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Feelin

When you give whats in your heart, to the one you love
You want them to give their love back to you
When every kiss and every smile mean the world to you
Then youve got it bad
Dont need a cure for what youre going through
This feelin inside you cant let it hide
Feelin, never stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never stop that feelin
There aint nothin you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
When every look and every touch makes you come undone
And you cant believe this feelin is real
When the sound of someones name gives you butterflies
Dont wonder why cause you can be sure
That youre in love
This feelin inside you cant let it hide
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
There aint nothing you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
When your love is true
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
There aint nothing you can do now
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
You feel it through and through, honey
Feelin, never gonna stop that feelin
cause there aint nothin you can do now, boy
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy oo hoo hoo
Oo hoo hoo boy ooh ho hoo

song performed by Gloria Estefan
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Jimmy The Exploder

Now Jimmy
Well, do you want an explosion now?
Yeah Jimmy
Do you want to explode now?
Yeah monkey
Now you seeing red now
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo
Green apples
On the tree and growing now
Green apples
Are gonna be exploding now
Yeah monkey
Are you seeing red now?
Yeah monkey
Jumping on the bed now
Woo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo

song performed by White Stripes
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I Saw It Myself (Short Verse Drama)

Dramatis Personae: Adrian, his wife Ester, his sisters Rebecca and Johanna, his mother Elizabeth, the high priest Chiapas, the disciple Simon Peter, the disciple John, Mary Magdalene, worshipers, priests, two angels and Jesus Christ.

Act I

Scene I.- Adrian’s house in Jerusalem. Adrian has just returned home after a business journey in Galilee, in time to attend the Passover feast. He sits at the table with his wife Ester and his sisters, Rebecca and Johanna. It’s just before sunset on the Friday afternoon.

Adrian. (Somewhat puzzled) Strange things are happening,
some say demons dwell upon the earth,
others angelic beings, miracles take place
and all of this when they had put a man to death,
had crucified a criminal. Everybody knows
the cross is used for degenerates only!

Rebecca. (With a pleasant voice) Such harsh words used,
for a good, a great man brother?
They say that without charge
he healed the sick, brought back sight,
cured leprosy, even made some more food,
from a few fishes and loafs of bread…

Adrian. (Somewhat harsh) They say many things!
That he rode into Jerusalem
to be crowned as the new king,
was a rebel against the state,
even claimed to be
the very Son of God,
now that is blasphemy
if there is no truth to it!

Johanna. I met him once.
He’s not the man
that you make him, brother.
There was a strange tranquilly to Him.
Some would say a divine presence,
while He spoke of love that is selfless,
visited the sick, the poor
and even the destitute, even harlots.

Adrian. (Looks up) There you have it!
Harlots! Tax collecting thieves!
A man is know by his friends,
or so they say and probably
there is some truth to it.

Ester. Husband, do not be so quick to judge.
I have seen Him myself, have seen
Roman soldiers marching Him to the hill
to take His life, with a angry crowd
following and mocking Him.

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poem by Gert Strydom
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V. Count Guido Franceschini

Thanks, Sir, but, should it please the reverend Court,
I feel I can stand somehow, half sit down
Without help, make shift to even speak, you see,
Fortified by the sip of … why, 't is wine,
Velletri,—and not vinegar and gall,
So changed and good the times grow! Thanks, kind Sir!
Oh, but one sip's enough! I want my head
To save my neck, there's work awaits me still.
How cautious and considerate … aie, aie, aie,
Nor your fault, sweet Sir! Come, you take to heart
An ordinary matter. Law is law.
Noblemen were exempt, the vulgar thought,
From racking; but, since law thinks otherwise,
I have been put to the rack: all's over now,
And neither wrist—what men style, out of joint:
If any harm be, 't is the shoulder-blade,
The left one, that seems wrong i' the socket,—Sirs,
Much could not happen, I was quick to faint,
Being past my prime of life, and out of health.
In short, I thank you,—yes, and mean the word.
Needs must the Court be slow to understand
How this quite novel form of taking pain,
This getting tortured merely in the flesh,
Amounts to almost an agreeable change
In my case, me fastidious, plied too much
With opposite treatment, used (forgive the joke)
To the rasp-tooth toying with this brain of mine,
And, in and out my heart, the play o' the probe.
Four years have I been operated on
I' the soul, do you see—its tense or tremulous part—
My self-respect, my care for a good name,
Pride in an old one, love of kindred—just
A mother, brothers, sisters, and the like,
That looked up to my face when days were dim,
And fancied they found light there—no one spot,
Foppishly sensitive, but has paid its pang.
That, and not this you now oblige me with,
That was the Vigil-torment, if you please!
The poor old noble House that drew the rags
O' the Franceschini's once superb array
Close round her, hoped to slink unchallenged by,—
Pluck off these! Turn the drapery inside out
And teach the tittering town how scarlet wears!
Show men the lucklessness, the improvidence
Of the easy-natured Count before this Count,
The father I have some slight feeling for,
Who let the world slide, nor foresaw that friends
Then proud to cap and kiss their patron's shoe,
Would, when the purse he left held spider-webs,
Properly push his child to wall one day!

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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