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Bright Light Fright

Its the dawn of the day
And Im crashed and Im smashed
And it is Im feelin
Like my chips are cashed
All of my clothes
Strewn all over the room
The crisis at hand is
Im all out of zoom
(chorus)
I got the sunlight blues
I cant find my shoes
The only thing on tv
Is the good morning news
The tricks of the night
Keepin me in a daze
Open a bottle
And Ill pull down the shades
Glance in the mirror
Back into bed
Forget that its day
Time to party again
(chrous)
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Bright light fright
Give me the night
(repeat)
(repeat chorus)

song performed by Aerosmith
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Friday On My Mind

Monday morning feels so bad (fridays gone)
Everybody seems to nag me
Coming tuesday I feel better (ter ter ter ter ter ter now)
Even my old man looks good (bah-oo)
Wednesday just dont go (bah-oo)
Thursday goes too slow (bah-oo)
Ive got friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (see my love in june)
(gee, my babys good) and be with my girl shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(Im not crazy) she looks fine tonight (zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom) she is out of sight to me (so divine)
(tonight) I spend my bread
(tonight) I lose my head
(tonight) Ive got to get tonight
Monday I have friday on my mind
Do the five day drag once more (monday blues)
Know of nothing else that bugs me
More than working for the rich men (poor man, beggar man, thief)
Hey Ill change that scene one day (bah-oo)
Today I might be mad (bah-oo)
Tomorrow Ill be glad (bah-oo)
cos Ill have friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(tonight) I spend my bread
(tonight) I lose my head
(tonight) Ive got to get tonight
Monday I have friday on my mind
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(see my baby soon) gonna have fun in the city (real life loving you)
(gee, my babys cool) be with my girl, shes so pretty (all I want to do)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) gonna have fun, gonna have fun in the city (zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)
(oo-oo-oo-oo-ooh) a-be with my girl-a, be with my girl shes so pretty
(zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom)

song performed by David Bowie
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Slap That Bass

Zoom zoom zoom zoom
The world is in a mess
With politics and taxes
And people grinding axes
Theres no happiness
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Rhythm lead your ace
The future doesnt fret me
If I can only get me
Someone to slap that bass
Happiness is not a riddle
When Im listening to that
Big bass fiddle
Slap that bass
Slap it till its dizzy
Slap that bass
Keep the rhythm busy
Zoom zoom zoom
Misery, youve got to go
Slap that bass
Use it like a tonic
Slap that bass
Keep your philharmonic
Zoom zoom zoom
And the milk and honeyll flow
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
(bridge)
Dictators would be better off
If they zoom zoom now and then
Today, you can see that the happiest men
All got rhythm
In which case
If you want a bauble
Slap that bass
Slap away your trouble
Learn to zoom zoom zoom
Slap that bass
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom
Zoom zoom zoom zoom

song performed by Ella Fitzgerald
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Dying Daze

Are ya living to live?
Are you living to die
Are you living a tale?
Are you living a lie?
You got one life to life
Are you living it right?
You've got one life to live
Who wants to ride?
Everyday, I do it my way
Live my life my way, but don't care what they say
Dying daze
Dying daze
Dying daze
Dying daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
I'm sick of watchin birds spill
I'm sick of chasin dollar bills
I'm sick of systems tryin to seal my fate (Oh, oh, oh)
I'd rather taste the sunshine with some endo in my ride
I wanna climb waterfalls all day (Oh, oh, oh)
I wanna break the open sky with my psychedelic eye
I wanna ride around the world today (Oh, oh, oh)
And if I never make it home I know my soul is gonna roam
I'm gonna ride until my dying day
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
Ridin till my dyin daze
I've been all around the world from the east to the west
Japan to LA, I said damn take a breath
Livin life fast put the rest in the past
Till my dyin daze I'll go ridin to the last
And until my dying days I'm living life to the fullest
Staring at the ripcord wondering when I should pull it
Thinkin I wanna stop but no I gotta go faster
Gonna go till I'm broke then throw me out to pasture
Alright Johnny Ric' need to stick to the picture
Knowin damn well how we flip these scriptures
The beats gonna hit ya, ya feel that vibe
It's a dance hall funk with the punk rock rhyme
So get down to pit cause its gonna explode
Circle gonna blow from the first distant go
Whether hittin 5th wide or chargin 12 step
Gaps, that's it when you commit cause there's no turning back.
That's it when you commit cause there's no turning back
That's it when you commit cause there's no turning back
Ridin till my dyin
Ridin till my dyin daze
Dyin daze
Dyin daze

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song performed by Kottonmouth Kings
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The Only Way To Control Things

The only way to control things is with an open hand.
Water on rock
a fist can't do anything to stop the rain
that keeps washing its bloody knuckles
by kissing the raw red buds
of the pain-killing poppies clean.
Anger grows ashamed of itself
in the presence of unopposable compassion
just as planets are humbled by their atmospheres.
The soft supple things of life insist
and the hard brittle ones comply.
Bullies are the broken toys of wimps.
Power limps.
But space is an open hand.
Mass may shape it
but it teaches matter how to move
just as the sky converts its openness
into a cloud and a bird
or the silence nurtures
the embryo of a blue word
in the empty womb of the dark mother
like the echo of something that can't be said.

The only way to control things is with an open hand.
Not a posture of giving.
Not a posture of receiving.
Not a posture of greeting or farewell.
Not hanging on or letting go
but the single bridge they both make
when they're both at peace with the flow.
It's not the branch it's not the trunk
it's not the root it's not the fruit
but the open handedness of its leaves
that is a tree's consummate passion.
Isis tattoos her star on their palms
like sailors and sails
to keep them from drowning
and into the valleys of their open hands
that lie at the foot of their crook-backed mountains
the aloof stars risk the intimacy of fireflies
and fate flows down like tributaries into the mindstream
as life roots its wildflowers on both shores
as if there were no sides to the flowing
of our binary lifelines.

The only way to control things is with an open hand.
You cannot bind the knower to the knowing
as if time had to know where eternity was going
before anything could change.
X marks the spot where all maps are born

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poem by Patrick White
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Zoomin'

Whoa, I like to greet the sun each mornin'
And walk amongst the stars at night
I'd like to know the taste of honey in my life
In my life
Well, I've shared so many pains
And I played so many games
Ah, but everyone finds the right way
Somehow, some way, some day
Whoa, zoom, I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can see fresh and clear
And I'll find the love that I long to see
People can be what they wanna be
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...ooh...
Whoa, ho, I wish the world were truly happy
Living as one
I wish the world they call Freedom
Someday would come, some day would come
Whoa, zoom, I'd like to fly far away from here
Where my mind can see fresh and clear
And I'll find the love that I long to see
Everybody can be what they wanna be
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hey, baby
Woo
(I-I-I-I) Zoom-zoom (Baby)
I'd like to away (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Baby)
I'd like to away (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Baby)
I'd like to away (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Well, I'd like to fly away)
Zoom-zoom (Baby)
Zoom (I-I-I-I-I)
(Ey) Zoom-zoom (Baby, yeah)
Zoom (You and me, baby)

song performed by Lionel Richie
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The House Of Dust: Complete

I.

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.

'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces.
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins . . .'
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.

We hear him and take him among us, like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister wave, ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, and word upon murmured word;
We flow, we descend, we turn . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves among us like light, like evening air . . .

Good-night! Good-night! Good-night! We go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.

Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky,
We have built a city of towers.

Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light; they have shaken a burden of hours . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.

II.

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poem by Conrad Potter Aiken
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VII. Pompilia

I am just seventeen years and five months old,
And, if I lived one day more, three full weeks;
'T is writ so in the church's register,
Lorenzo in Lucina, all my names
At length, so many names for one poor child,
—Francesca Camilla Vittoria Angela
Pompilia Comparini,—laughable!
Also 't is writ that I was married there
Four years ago: and they will add, I hope,
When they insert my death, a word or two,—
Omitting all about the mode of death,—
This, in its place, this which one cares to know,
That I had been a mother of a son
Exactly two weeks. It will be through grace
O' the Curate, not through any claim I have;
Because the boy was born at, so baptized
Close to, the Villa, in the proper church:
A pretty church, I say no word against,
Yet stranger-like,—while this Lorenzo seems
My own particular place, I always say.
I used to wonder, when I stood scarce high
As the bed here, what the marble lion meant,
With half his body rushing from the wall,
Eating the figure of a prostrate man—
(To the right, it is, of entry by the door)
An ominous sign to one baptized like me,
Married, and to be buried there, I hope.
And they should add, to have my life complete,
He is a boy and Gaetan by name—
Gaetano, for a reason,—if the friar
Don Celestine will ask this grace for me
Of Curate Ottoboni: he it was
Baptized me: he remembers my whole life
As I do his grey hair.

All these few things
I know are true,—will you remember them?
Because time flies. The surgeon cared for me,
To count my wounds,—twenty-two dagger-wounds,
Five deadly, but I do not suffer much—
Or too much pain,—and am to die to-night.

Oh how good God is that my babe was born,
—Better than born, baptized and hid away
Before this happened, safe from being hurt!
That had been sin God could not well forgive:
He was too young to smile and save himself.
When they took two days after he was born,
My babe away from me to be baptized
And hidden awhile, for fear his foe should find,—

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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VI. Giuseppe Caponsacchi

Answer you, Sirs? Do I understand aright?
Have patience! In this sudden smoke from hell,—
So things disguise themselves,—I cannot see
My own hand held thus broad before my face
And know it again. Answer you? Then that means
Tell over twice what I, the first time, told
Six months ago: 't was here, I do believe,
Fronting you same three in this very room,
I stood and told you: yet now no one laughs,
Who then … nay, dear my lords, but laugh you did,
As good as laugh, what in a judge we style
Laughter—no levity, nothing indecorous, lords!
Only,—I think I apprehend the mood:
There was the blameless shrug, permissible smirk,
The pen's pretence at play with the pursed mouth,
The titter stifled in the hollow palm
Which rubbed the eyebrow and caressed the nose,
When I first told my tale: they meant, you know,
"The sly one, all this we are bound believe!
"Well, he can say no other than what he says.
"We have been young, too,—come, there's greater guilt!
"Let him but decently disembroil himself,
"Scramble from out the scrape nor move the mud,—
"We solid ones may risk a finger-stretch!
And now you sit as grave, stare as aghast
As if I were a phantom: now 't is—"Friend,
"Collect yourself!"—no laughing matter more—
"Counsel the Court in this extremity,
"Tell us again!"—tell that, for telling which,
I got the jocular piece of punishment,
Was sent to lounge a little in the place
Whence now of a sudden here you summon me
To take the intelligence from just—your lips!
You, Judge Tommati, who then tittered most,—
That she I helped eight months since to escape
Her husband, was retaken by the same,
Three days ago, if I have seized your sense,—
(I being disallowed to interfere,
Meddle or make in a matter none of mine,
For you and law were guardians quite enough
O' the innocent, without a pert priest's help)—
And that he has butchered her accordingly,
As she foretold and as myself believed,—
And, so foretelling and believing so,
We were punished, both of us, the merry way:
Therefore, tell once again the tale! For what?
Pompilia is only dying while I speak!
Why does the mirth hang fire and miss the smile?
My masters, there's an old book, you should con
For strange adventures, applicable yet,

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Keepin'-Th'Big-Ball Bouncin

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

And waiting for some annoucement...
To stop that loud sound that pounds!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

Yet hypnotized to the aspect,
Folks stay ready to pounce.
But no one moves to unload the packs,
Stacked on their backs.
Mounting are their burdens,
And some like it like that!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

Bitten lips,
Bleeding blood.
Taking it.
With the moaning.

Sighing in their pain with pleas...
As if they seek someone to please.
And squeezing sweat from handkerchieves...
In fields they're proud to plow,
But gone!

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.

With a dragging of their feet...
To feed defeat on urban streets.
And reminiscing this so easy,
As if this beat succeeds.
And it does.

A nothingness achieved...
Like this does.

Caught up in the nonsense.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
Keepin'-th'big-ball bouncing.
And...
A nothingness achieved,

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Boom Boom In The Zoom Zoom Room

Passing the match test?
Thats some kind of tease, cuz everything rests on the moment the little flame sees.
Lets go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
If you get past that brief little flash, take down my number with your pencil moustache.
Play truth or dare in the light of a strike anywhere.
Dont follow the fallen already lying down there.
Lets go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Oh yeah, uh huh.
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Ill be the cause you can champion.
Your scarlet companion.
And wont it be fine?
Keeping my head above water.
Im no farmers daughter.
No clinging vine.
When we trip the light fantastic, a feeling so rare, it will follow your features aligned by the glare...
Lets go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Lets go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Ill be the cause you can champion.
Your scarlet companion.
And wont it be fun?
Ill keep my head above water.
Im no farmers daughter.
No clinging vine.
Passing the match test and no one says thank you cuz theyre gone just as fast as a breeze.
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Yeah, lets go boom.
Boom boom in the zoom zoom room.
Ah, lets go, lets go boom boom in the zoom zoom room.

song performed by Blondie
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Feelin Down Farther

Tom johnston
Well, the sun is shinin
A new day is here
All the people smilin
And the sky is clear
Not an hour wasted will I share with you
Got to keep lovin, mama
No matter what I do
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Jesus, hear me
When I sing out loud
The echoes of my gladness
Fall upon the crowd
I dont care for sadness
And I dont need fear
I hope they finally realize
That the feelin is near
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Givin and receivin
Are all I know
Some of you will find it
And youll probbly let it show
Only one thing that I know to be true
Every day is different, mama
And so are you
Ooh, ooh, ooh
I got to tell you
Feelin down farther
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther, baby
Feelin farther down
Feelin down farther

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song performed by Doobie Brothers
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Second Book

TIMES followed one another. Came a morn
I stood upon the brink of twenty years,
And looked before and after, as I stood
Woman and artist,–either incomplete,
Both credulous of completion. There I held
The whole creation in my little cup,
And smiled with thirsty lips before I drank,
'Good health to you and me, sweet neighbour mine
And all these peoples.'
I was glad, that day;
The June was in me, with its multitudes
Of nightingales all singing in the dark,
And rosebuds reddening where the calyx split.
I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God!
So glad, I could not choose be very wise!
And, old at twenty, was inclined to pull
My childhood backward in a childish jest
To see the face of't once more, and farewell!
In which fantastic mood I bounded forth
At early morning,–would not wait so long
As even to snatch my bonnet by the strings,
But, brushing a green trail across the lawn
With my gown in the dew, took will and way
Among the acacias of the shrubberies,
To fly my fancies in the open air
And keep my birthday, till my aunt awoke
To stop good dreams. Meanwhile I murmured on,
As honeyed bees keep humming to themselves;
'The worthiest poets have remained uncrowned
Till death has bleached their foreheads to the bone,
And so with me it must be, unless I prove
Unworthy of the grand adversity,–
And certainly I would not fail so much.
What, therefore, if I crown myself to-day
In sport, not pride, to learn the feel of it,
Before my brows be numb as Dante's own
To all the tender pricking of such leaves?
Such leaves? what leaves?'
I pulled the branches down,
To choose from.
'Not the bay! I choose no bay;
The fates deny us if we are overbold:
Nor myrtle–which means chiefly love; and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o' mornings. This verbena strains
The point of passionate fragrance; and hard by,
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Ah–there's my choice,–that ivy on the wall,
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Feelin You

Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Feelin me, baby
Feelin you, baby
Chorus:
Im feelin you (comon)
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see? (com on)
Theres a love goin down
Im feelin you (com on)
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see? (com on)
I will always be around
Verse 1: (olamide)
Every time I think about love
I think about us...yea
Cuz its the way you be making me feel
And you know its real
And I cant stop givin it up...mmhm
When I feel that you need my love
All you do is call on me
And baby you will see
Im all that you need
Chorus:
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?
Theres a love goin... down
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?
I will always be around
Verse 2: (olamide)
Every time like you come around
Im wearing a smile
You got me mesmerized, hypnotized
When I look into your eyes
Youre all that I see
And I cant stop givin it up...oh no
When you feel that you need my love...yea
All you do is say my name
And dont you be ashamed
If you feel the same
Chorus:
Im feelin you
Like you feelin me (com on)
Cant you see?

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song performed by Imajin
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R U Feel' In Me

**aaliyah hums**
Verse 1:
I know in my heart, i know in my mind,
We're meant to be, are you feelin' me yo.
I'm the girl in your life, i'm the one you call wife,
And i need to know, are you feelin' me yo
Is there anyone else, that can do it the best,
Give you things you need, well it must be me.
I got very big dreams and the fantasies,
But i need to know, are you feeling' me yo
Chorus:
Boy are you feelin' me (yeah yeah), cause i'm feelin' you (hmmm),
Somethin' in my heart, tells me your the one
Are you feelin' me (feelin me), cause i'm feelin' you (feelin you),
Somethin' in my heart (yeaaa), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me yo
Verse 2:
I'm crazy for you (what), i'm falling for you (whoa),
I got feelins for you (what), are you lovin' me yo. (whoa)
Tell me if it's our time (what), do i blow your mind,(whoa)
Cause i need to know (what), put my life on the line(whoa),
I'm gon' give you my heart (what), all the love that i own (whoa),
But before i do that (what), are you feelin' me yo (whoa).
Anything for you (what), cause i'm big on you(whoa),
But i need to know(what), are you lovin' me yo(whoa)
Chorus:
Boy (boy) are you feelin' me (whooooh), cause i'm feelin' you (yoooo),
Somethin' in my heart (oooh), tells me your the one
Are you feelin' me (me yeah), cause i'm feelin' you,
Somethin' in my heart, are you feelin me yo
Bridge by timbaland
Umm yeah (are you feelin' this yo)
Hey ooh (are you feelin' this yo)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (are yo feelin'this yo)
Ficky, ficky, ficky, fikcy, switch!
Are you feelin' me baby baby yeah
Let me talk to em for a minute,
Who is the best, makin' these beats, who could it be?
Are you feelin' this yo, are you feelin' this yo,
Are you feelin' this yo, oh oh, who is the best,
Makin these beats, who can it be (t t)
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo
Are you feelin this yo, whoa whoa
Who is the best (what), makin' these beats (whoa), who could it be (what)?
Are you feelin' this yo (what), are you feelin' this yo, (whoa)
Are you feelin' this yo (what), oh oh (whoa), who is the best (what),
Makin these beats (whoa), who can it be (what)(heeey)
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what) whoa whoa
You neva saw it comin shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

song performed by Aaliyah
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Are U Feelin Me

**aaliyah hums**
Verse 1:
I know in my heart, I know in my mind,
Were meant to be, are you feelin me yo.
Im the girl in your life, Im the one you call wife,
And I need to know, are you feelin me yo
Is there anyone else, that can do it the best,
Give you things you need, well it must be me.
I got very big dreams and the fantasies,
But I need to know, are you feeling me yo
Chorus:
Boy are you feelin me (yeah yeah), cause Im feelin you (hmmm),
Somethin in my heart, tells me your the one
Are you feelin me (feelin me), cause Im feelin you (feelin you),
Somethin in my heart (yeaaa), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me yo
Verse 2:
Im crazy for you (what), Im falling for you (whoa),
I got feelins for you (what), are you lovin me yo. (whoa)
Tell me if its our time (what), do I blow your mind,(whoa)
Cause I need to know (what), put my life on the line(whoa),
Im gon give you my heart (what), all the love that I own (whoa),
But before I do that (what), are you feelin me yo (whoa).
Anything for you (what), cause Im big on you(whoa),
But I need to know(what), are you lovin me yo(whoa)
Chorus:
Boy (boy) are you feelin me (whooooh), cause Im feelin you (yoooo),
Somethin in my heart (oooh), tells me your the one
Are you feelin me (me yeah), cause Im feelin you,
Somethin in my heart, are you feelin me yo
Bridge by timbaland
Umm yeah (are you feelin this yo)
Hey ooh (are you feelin this yo)
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah (are yo feelinthis yo)
Ficky, ficky, ficky, fikcy, switch!
Are you feelin me baby baby yeah
Let me talk to em for a minute,
Who is the best, makin these beats, who could it be?
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo,
Are you feelin this yo, oh oh, who is the best,
Makin these beats, who can it be (t t)
Are you feelin this yo, are you feelin this yo
Are you feelin this yo, whoa whoa
Who is the best (what), makin these beats (whoa), who could it be (what)?
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo, (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what), oh oh (whoa), who is the best (what),
Makin these beats (whoa), who can it be (what)(heeey)
Are you feelin this yo (what), are you feelin this yo (whoa)
Are you feelin this yo (what) whoa whoa
You neva saw it comin shhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Fourth Book

THEY met still sooner. 'Twas a year from thence
When Lucy Gresham, the sick semptress girl,
Who sewed by Marian's chair so still and quick,
And leant her head upon the back to cough
More freely when, the mistress turning round,
The others took occasion to laugh out,–
Gave up a last. Among the workers, spoke
A bold girl with black eyebrows and red lips,–
'You know the news? Who's dying, do you think?
Our Lucy Gresham. I expected it
As little as Nell Hart's wedding. Blush not, Nell,
Thy curls be red enough without thy cheeks;
And, some day, there'll be found a man to dote
On red curls.–Lucy Gresham swooned last night,
Dropped sudden in the street while going home;
And now the baker says, who took her up
And laid her by her grandmother in bed,
He'll give her a week to die in. Pass the silk.
Let's hope he gave her a loaf too, within reach,
For otherwise they'll starve before they die,
That funny pair of bedfellows! Miss Bell,
I'll thank you for the scissors. The old crone
Is paralytic–that's the reason why
Our Lucy's thread went faster than her breath,
Which went too quick, we all know. Marian Erle!
Why, Marian Erle, you're not the fool to cry?
Your tears spoil Lady Waldemar's new dress,
You piece of pity!'
Marian rose up straight,
And, breaking through the talk and through the work,
Went outward, in the face of their surprise,
To Lucy's home, to nurse her back to life
Or down to death. She knew by such an act,
All place and grace were forfeit in the house,
Whose mistress would supply the missing hand
With necessary, not inhuman haste,
And take no blame. But pity, too, had dues:
She could not leave a solitary soul
To founder in the dark, while she sate still
And lavished stitches on a lady's hem
As if no other work were paramount.
'Why, God,' thought Marian, 'has a missing hand
This moment; Lucy wants a drink, perhaps.
Let others miss me! never miss me, God!'

So Marian sat by Lucy's bed, content
With duty, and was strong, for recompense,
To hold the lamp of human love arm-high
To catch the death-strained eyes and comfort them,
Until the angels, on the luminous side

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Keepin' Up

What's goin' on with the sun and the moon
'Cause one's goin' down to early, one's comin' up to soon
The hands on my old clock tell me once again that I'm fallin' behind
There's too much to do and not enough time
Keepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can
Keepin' up, in a circle that never ends
I can't stop like it or not I'm stuck
It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
There's no such thing for me as a nine to five
It takes more sweat than that just to get us by
It's like I'm chasin' my own tail
'Cause Monday mornin' starts another stressed out week
The world is breathing down my neck I can feel the heat
Keepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can
Keepin' up, in a circle that never ends
I can't stop like it or not I'm stuck
It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
By the time we make ends meet
There's not much left for you and me
And no job security
It sure makes it tough
Keepin' up
Keepin' up
I can't stop like it or not I'm stuck
It's runnin' me to death and I'm out of my breath keepin' up
I'm movin' as fast as I can
Keepin' up, in a circle that never ends
Keepin' up
I can't stop
Keepin' up, like it or not
Keepin' up, I'm movin' as fast as I can
Keepin' up, in a circle that never ends
Keepin' up
I can't stop
Keepin' up, like it or not
Keepin' up...

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Prince Hohenstiel-Schwangau, Saviour of Society

Epigraph

Υδραν φονεύσας, μυρίων τ᾽ ἄλλων πόνων
διῆλθον ἀγέλας . . .
τὸ λοίσθιον δὲ τόνδ᾽ ἔτλην τάλας πόνον,
. . . δῶμα θριγκῶσαι κακοῖς.

I slew the Hydra, and from labour pass'd
To labour — tribes of labours! Till, at last,
Attempting one more labour, in a trice,
Alack, with ills I crowned the edifice.

You have seen better days, dear? So have I —
And worse too, for they brought no such bud-mouth
As yours to lisp "You wish you knew me!" Well,
Wise men, 't is said, have sometimes wished the same,
And wished and had their trouble for their pains.
Suppose my Œdipus should lurk at last
Under a pork-pie hat and crinoline,
And, latish, pounce on Sphynx in Leicester Square?
Or likelier, what if Sphynx in wise old age,
Grown sick of snapping foolish people's heads,
And jealous for her riddle's proper rede, —
Jealous that the good trick which served the turn
Have justice rendered it, nor class one day
With friend Home's stilts and tongs and medium-ware,—
What if the once redoubted Sphynx, I say,
(Because night draws on, and the sands increase,
And desert-whispers grow a prophecy)
Tell all to Corinth of her own accord.
Bright Corinth, not dull Thebes, for Lais' sake,
Who finds me hardly grey, and likes my nose,
And thinks a man of sixty at the prime?
Good! It shall be! Revealment of myself!
But listen, for we must co-operate;
I don't drink tea: permit me the cigar!
First, how to make the matter plain, of course —
What was the law by which I lived. Let 's see:
Ay, we must take one instant of my life
Spent sitting by your side in this neat room:
Watch well the way I use it, and don't laugh!
Here's paper on the table, pen and ink:
Give me the soiled bit — not the pretty rose!
See! having sat an hour, I'm rested now,
Therefore want work: and spy no better work
For eye and hand and mind that guides them both,
During this instant, than to draw my pen
From blot One — thus — up, up to blot Two — thus —
Which I at last reach, thus, and here's my line
Five inches long and tolerably straight:

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poem by Robert Browning (1871)
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III. The Other Half-Rome

Another day that finds her living yet,
Little Pompilia, with the patient brow
And lamentable smile on those poor lips,
And, under the white hospital-array,
A flower-like body, to frighten at a bruise
You'd think, yet now, stabbed through and through again,
Alive i' the ruins. 'T is a miracle.
It seems that, when her husband struck her first,
She prayed Madonna just that she might live
So long as to confess and be absolved;
And whether it was that, all her sad life long
Never before successful in a prayer,
This prayer rose with authority too dread,—
Or whether, because earth was hell to her,
By compensation, when the blackness broke
She got one glimpse of quiet and the cool blue,
To show her for a moment such things were,—
Or else,—as the Augustinian Brother thinks,
The friar who took confession from her lip,—
When a probationary soul that moved
From nobleness to nobleness, as she,
Over the rough way of the world, succumbs,
Bloodies its last thorn with unflinching foot,
The angels love to do their work betimes,
Staunch some wounds here nor leave so much for God.
Who knows? However it be, confessed, absolved,
She lies, with overplus of life beside
To speak and right herself from first to last,
Right the friend also, lamb-pure, lion-brave,
Care for the boy's concerns, to save the son
From the sire, her two-weeks' infant orphaned thus,
And—with best smile of all reserved for him—
Pardon that sire and husband from the heart.
A miracle, so tell your Molinists!

There she lies in the long white lazar-house.
Rome has besieged, these two days, never doubt,
Saint Anna's where she waits her death, to hear
Though but the chink o' the bell, turn o' the hinge
When the reluctant wicket opes at last,
Lets in, on now this and now that pretence,
Too many by half,—complain the men of art,—
For a patient in such plight. The lawyers first
Paid the due visit—justice must be done;
They took her witness, why the murder was.
Then the priests followed properly,—a soul
To shrive; 't was Brother Celestine's own right,
The same who noises thus her gifts abroad.
But many more, who found they were old friends,
Pushed in to have their stare and take their talk

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Eighth Book

ONE eve it happened when I sate alone,
Alone upon the terrace of my tower,
A book upon my knees, to counterfeit
The reading that I never read at all,
While Marian, in the garden down below,
Knelt by the fountain (I could just hear thrill
The drowsy silence of the exhausted day)
And peeled a new fig from that purple heap
In the grass beside her,–turning out the red
To feed her eager child, who sucked at it
With vehement lips across a gap of air
As he stood opposite, face and curls a-flame
With that last sun-ray, crying, 'give me, give,'
And stamping with imperious baby-feet,
(We're all born princes)–something startled me,–
The laugh of sad and innocent souls, that breaks
Abruptly, as if frightened at itself;
'Twas Marian laughed. I saw her glance above
In sudden shame that I should hear her laugh,
And straightway dropped my eyes upon my book,
And knew, the first time, 'twas Boccaccio's tales,
The Falcon's,–of the lover who for love
Destroyed the best that loved him. Some of us
Do it still, and then we sit and laugh no more.
Laugh you, sweet Marian! you've the right to laugh,
Since God himself is for you, and a child!
For me there's somewhat less,–and so, I sigh.

The heavens were making room to hold the night,
The sevenfold heavens unfolding all their gates
To let the stars out slowly (prophesied
In close-approaching advent, not discerned),
While still the cue-owls from the cypresses
Of the Poggio called and counted every pulse
Of the skyey palpitation. Gradually
The purple and transparent shadows slow
Had filled up the whole valley to the brim,
And flooded all the city, which you saw
As some drowned city in some enchanted sea,
Cut off from nature,–drawing you who gaze,
With passionate desire, to leap and plunge,
And find a sea-king with a voice of waves,
And treacherous soft eyes, and slippery locks
You cannot kiss but you shall bring away
Their salt upon your lips. The duomo-bell
Strikes ten, as if it struck ten fathoms down,
So deep; and fifty churches answer it
The same, with fifty various instances.
Some gaslights tremble along squares and streets
The Pitti's palace-front is drawn in fire:

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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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