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Burning The Ground

(taylor, taylor, taylor, rhodes, lebon, barry)
Barbarella
Mr president..
Your mission, find duran duran
Find duran duran
Just a minute, Ill slip something on
Can you hear me now?
(woow..)
Can you hear me now (ow ow ow ow)
Can -can -can you hear me now (ow ow ow ow)
(wee!)
Htrae tenalp si siht [this is planet earth]
I tell you somebodys fooling around
I tell you somebodys fooling around
I tell you
I tell you
I tell you somebodys fooling around
Burning the ground
Burning the ground
Burning the ground
Burning the ground
Girls (burning!)
Boys (burning!)
Girls (burning!) boys (burning!)
Girls (burning!) boys (burning!)
Ah ah ahh ah ah ahhhh
(woow!)
I tell you somebodys fooling around
I tell you somebodys fooling around
I tell you (n-n-no) (n-n-no, n-n-no, n-n-no)
I tell you somebodys fooling around
(n-n-no) (n-n-no, n-n-no, n-n-no)
Burning the ground
Burning the ground
(n-n-no)
(n-n-no, n-n-no)
(n-n-no, n-n-no, n-n-no)
Whyyyy whyyyy (wa wa)
Whyyyy whyyyy
Whyyyy whyyyy (wa wa whyy)
- (ha!, woow, ha)
Yeahhhh
Da-na-na-na da-na-na-na da-na-na-na daa
(fle-fle-fle-fle-flex)
Da-na-na-na da-na-na-na da-na-na-na daa
(fle-fle-fle-fle-flex)
Da-na-na-na (girls) da-na-na-na da-na-na-na daa
(the rhythm, the rhythm, the rhythm is the power)
Da-na-na-na (boys) da-na-na-na (girls) da-na-na-na daa
The rhythm is the power

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song performed by Duran Duran
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The Libelle of Englyshe Polycye

Here beginneth the Prologe of the processe of the Libelle of Englyshe polycye, exhortynge alle Englande to kepe the see enviroun and namelye the narowe see, shewynge whate profete commeth thereof and also whate worshype and salvacione to Englande and to alle Englyshe menne.

The trewe processe of Englysh polycye
Of utterwarde to kepe thys regne in rest
Of oure England, that no man may denye
Ner say of soth but it is one the best,
Is thys, as who seith, south, north, est and west
Cheryshe marchandyse, kepe thamyralte,
That we bee maysteres of the narowe see.

For Sigesmonde the grete Emperoure,
Whyche yet regneth, whan he was in this londe
Wyth kynge Herry the vte, prince of honoure,
Here moche glorye, as hym thought, he founde,
A myghty londe, whyche hadde take on honde
To werre in Fraunce and make mortalite,
And ever well kept rounde aboute the see.

And to the kynge thus he seyde, 'My brothere',
Whan he perceyved too townes, Calys and Dovere,
'Of alle youre townes to chese of one and other
To kepe the see and sone for to come overe,
To werre oughtwardes and youre regne to recovere,
Kepe these too townes sure to youre mageste
As youre tweyne eyne to kepe the narowe see'.

For if this see be kepte in tyme of werre,
Who cane here passe withought daunger and woo?
Who may eschape, who may myschef dyfferre?
What marchaundy may forby be agoo?
For nedes hem muste take truse every foo,
Flaundres and Spayne and othere, trust to me,
Or ellis hyndered alle for thys narowe see.

Therfore I caste me by a lytell wrytinge
To shewe att eye thys conclusione,
For concyens and for myne acquytynge
Ayenst God, and ageyne abusyon
And cowardyse and to oure enmyes confusione;
For iiij. thynges oure noble sheueth to me,
Kyng, shype and swerde and pouer of the see.

Where bene oure shippes, where bene oure swerdes become?
Owre enmyes bid for the shippe sette a shepe.
Allas, oure reule halteth, hit is benome.

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poem by Anonymous Olde English
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Barbarella Fortuneteller

If you want to know whats written in the stars
And youre in rio, go-to barbarellas bar
With a magic circle as that company
Today she writes tomorrows diary
Barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller
Painting a sky of blue
Do you know barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller
Selling your dreams to you
Oh oh oh, oh...
Oh oh oh, oh...
You take a look into her gypsy eyes
Youll get the feeling
That she never ever lies
She will seduce you with that misty look
Shes gonna read you like an open book
Barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller
Painting a sky of blue
Do you know barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller
Selling your dreams to you
Oh oh oh, oh...
Oh oh oh, oh...
Heya, heya, make the furure very clear
Dont you be too shy!
Heya, heya, while you whisper in my ear
Tell another lie
Barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller
Selling your dreams to you
Oh oh oh, oh...
Oh oh oh, oh...
Oh oh oh, oh...
Barbarella, magical barbarella
Mystical fortuneteller

song performed by Boney M.
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Sing It

SING IT
This is actually strictly dialogue between Barry and his grandfather, Joe, made circa 1951 or right around that time. They were at a "Record Your Own Voice" booth, and this is approximately how the conversation went.
JOE: All right! "A Happy Birthday", come on, go ahead, sing.
BARRY: What? What?
JOE: Sing. I have the words for you, sing it. Sing it. Sing to me! "A happy birthday to you"
BARRY: N-no, I can't! I have to go to the bathroom.
JOE: All right, go ahead, Barry, sing it, sing it! Sing it! Go ahead.
BARRY: When?
JOE: I said now. Go ahead, sing it. "Happy" Go ahead, come on. Come on, sing it! Come on, go ahead.
BARRY: How?
JOE: Like this, "Happy" Come on, go ahead. All right, my dear grandson, "A Happy Birthday". Barry's gonna sing to you a nice song. Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, sing it! Come oncome on, Barry, sing it! Sing "A Happy Birthday". Barry, don't you want to sing it? Come on, Barry, sing itWell, I'm sorry, my dear grandson, Barry, don't want to sing for you. OK, what do you want to sing? Do you want to sing a rhumba? All right, sing the rhumba. Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, Barry, sing it! Go ahead, Barry. Come on, sing it. Come on, Barry! You gotta talk to make a record. Don't you want to make a record? Don't you want to make a record? You want to make a record, Barry? Huh? Go ahead!

song performed by Barry Manilow
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Dirty Job

Its a dirty job
But somebodys got to do it
Better get to it
Somebodys gotta do it
Whatever it takes, whatever it takes
Any work at all
Is better than none
Better buckle down to it
Gotta get the job done
Gotta earn my pay... I gotta earn my pay
I cant wait around on the lottery
And there aint no millionaires
Lookin for me
And somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebody
I can think of better things
Id rather do
I might get lucky
And Im hopin to
But until I do
I gotta compromise
The job aint much
But at least its mine
It beats standin
In the unemployment line
Put pride aside
And Ill improvise
Even if I do get a better job
Somebody else
Has gotta fill my spot
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebody
Somebody
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Somebodys gotta do it, do it
Its a dirty job
Its a low-down dirty job
Somebody
Even if the rules are too hard to follow
Even when pride is too hard to swallow
Its another day so its another dollar
Thats what its all about, oh
Its a dirty job
But somebodys got to do it
Better get to it
Somebodys gotta do it

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song performed by Dolly Parton
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Somebodys Baby

(originally from the fast times at ridgemont high soundtrack)
Well, just - a look at that girl with the lights comin up in her eyes.
Shes got to be somebodys baby.
She must be somebodys baby.
All the guys on the corner stand back and let her walk on by.
Shes got to be somebodys baby.
She must be somebodys baby.
Shes got to be somebodys baby.
Shes so fine.
Shes probably somebodys only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, shes probably somebodys baby, all right.
I heard her talkin with her friend when she thought nobody else was around.
She said shes got to be somebodys baby; she must be somebodys baby.
cause when the cars and the signs and the street lights light up the town,
Shes got to be somebodys baby;
She must be somebodys baby;
Shes got to be somebodys baby.
Shes so....
Shes gonna be somebodys only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys baby tonight.
I try to shut eyes, but I cant get here outta my sight.
I know Im gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright.
Well, Im just gonna walk up to her.
Im gonna talk to her tonight.
Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys only light.
Gonna shine tonight.
Yeah, shes gonna be somebodys baby tonight.
Gonna shine tonight, make her mine tonight.

song performed by Jackson Browne
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Slip Kid

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight ...
Ive got my clipboard, text books
Ive got my clipboard, text books
Lead me to the station
Lead me to the station
Yeah, Im off to the civil war
Yeah, Im off to the civil war
Ive got my kit bag, my heavy boots
Ive got my kit bag, my heavy boots
Im runnin in the rain
Im runnin in the rain
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Gonna run till my feet are raw
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
And Im a soldier at thirteen
And Im a soldier at thirteen
Slip kid, slip kid, realization
Slip kid, slip kid, realization
Theres no easy way to be free
Theres no easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
Its a hard, hard world
Its a hard, hard world
I left my doctors prescription bungalow behind me
I left my doctors prescription bungalow behind me
I left the door ajar
I left the door ajar
I left my vacuum flask
I left my vacuum flask
Full of hot tea and sugar
Full of hot tea and sugar
Left the keys right in my car
Left the keys right in my car
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Slip kid, slip kid, second generation
Only half way up the tree
Only half way up the tree
Slip kid, slip kid, Im a relation
Slip kid, slip kid, Im a relation
Im a soldier at sixty-three
Im a soldier at sixty-three
No easy way to be free
No easy way to be free
Slip kid, slip kid
Slip kid, slip kid
Keep away old man, you wont fool me
Keep away old man, you wont fool me

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song performed by Who
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Electric Barbarella

(lebon, rhodes, cuccurullo)
I knew when I first saw you
On the showroom floor
You were made for me
I took you home
And dressed you up in polyester
Princess of my dreams
Emotionless and cold as ice
All of the things I like
The way you look
The way you move
The sounds youre makin
In ultrachrome, latex and steel
I plug you in
Dim the lights
Electric barbarella
Your perfect skin
Plastic kiss
Electric barbarella
Try to resist
Then we touch,
Hallucinate and tranquilize
(shes so fine)
(shes all mine)
Our private life is subject to investigation
No time to waste
People say they heard about our deviation
But you never looked so good
Wear the fake fur and fake pearls for me
And put on your mystery
The way I feel you know
I never keep you waiting
In ultrachrome, latex and steel
(chorus)
Princess of my dreams
Princess of my dreams
Majordomo plasticomo barbarella
(shes so fine)
Progenetic you electric barbarella
(shes all mine)
My pretty pretty
Pretty pretty
Barbarella

song performed by Duran Duran
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Heroin

Well I wish, I was born
A thousand years ago
And I wish that I sailed
The darkened sea
On a great big clipper ship
Goin from this land into that
In a sailors suit and cap
Away from the big city -
Away from the big city
Where a man cannot be free
Of all the evils in this town
And of himself and those around
And Im closin in on death
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know
Ah - jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine
I dont know just where Im goin - ahh
But Im gonna try for the kingdom
If I can - yeah
cause it makes me feel like Im a man
When I put a spike into my vein
And I tell you things arent quite
The same
Its a mainline to my pain
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
(I can feel it)
But not mine - heroin
I said, jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
I have made a very big decision
I gonna try to nullify my life -
You know
I get so low and then the smack flows
I dont care Im gonna make it my wife
Because when the blood begins to flow
And shoots up the droppers neck
And Im closin in on death
You can all go take a walk
And I guess that I just dont know
And I guess that I just dont know
Jesus died for somebodys sins
But not mine - heroin
Jesus died for somebodys sins
(I can feel it)
But not mine - heroin

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song performed by Billy Idol
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Talk To Her

When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
Now when you go to her
Speak truthfully
Honest as you can be from your heart
Youre in a situation
But youre losing patience
Take your time and look her in the eyes
When you just cant find the words you want
And its hard to reach a point
Where you both can understand
Dont just tell the truth
But tell the whole truth
Itll make a better man out of you
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
Shes somebodys baby
Shes somebodys sister
Shes somebodys mama
He doesnt matter if
Shes wearing mini skirt or business suit
Whether shes twenty-five or ninety-nine
Treat her the way your mama talked you to
She could be the queen shieber, she could be a school teacher
A homemaker or lawyer
I think its good for your comma
Cause when you talk to her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Dont get smart
But I have a heart to heart
And just like you would

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song performed by India Arie
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Satan Absolved

(In the antechamber of Heaven. Satan walks alone. Angels in groups conversing.)
Satan. To--day is the Lord's ``day.'' Once more on His good pleasure
I, the Heresiarch, wait and pace these halls at leisure
Among the Orthodox, the unfallen Sons of God.
How sweet in truth Heaven is, its floors of sandal wood,
Its old--world furniture, its linen long in press,
Its incense, mummeries, flowers, its scent of holiness!
Each house has its own smell. The smell of Heaven to me
Intoxicates and haunts,--and hurts. Who would not be
God's liveried servant here, the slave of His behest,
Rather than reign outside? I like good things the best,
Fair things, things innocent; and gladly, if He willed,
Would enter His Saints' kingdom--even as a little child.

[Laughs. I have come to make my peace, to crave a full amaun,
Peace, pardon, reconcilement, truce to our daggers--drawn,
Which have so long distraught the fair wise Universe,
An end to my rebellion and the mortal curse
Of always evil--doing. He will mayhap agree
I was less wholly wrong about Humanity
The day I dared to warn His wisdom of that flaw.
It was at least the truth, the whole truth, I foresaw
When He must needs create that simian ``in His own
Image and likeness.'' Faugh! the unseemly carrion!
I claim a new revision and with proofs in hand,
No Job now in my path to foil me and withstand.
Oh, I will serve Him well!
[Certain Angels approach. But who are these that come
With their grieved faces pale and eyes of martyrdom?
Not our good Sons of God? They stop, gesticulate,
Argue apart, some weep,--weep, here within Heaven's gate!
Sob almost in God's sight! ay, real salt human tears,
Such as no Spirit wept these thrice three thousand years.
The last shed were my own, that night of reprobation
When I unsheathed my sword and headed the lost nation.
Since then not one of them has spoken above his breath
Or whispered in these courts one word of life or death
Displeasing to the Lord. No Seraph of them all,
Save I this day each year, has dared to cross Heaven's hall
And give voice to ill news, an unwelcome truth to Him.
Not Michael's self hath dared, prince of the Seraphim.
Yet all now wail aloud.--What ails ye, brethren? Speak!
Are ye too in rebellion? Angels. Satan, no. But weak
With our long earthly toil, the unthankful care of Man.

Satan. Ye have in truth good cause.

Angels. And we would know God's plan,
His true thought for the world, the wherefore and the why
Of His long patience mocked, His name in jeopardy.

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poem by Wilfrid Scawen Blunt
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The Loves of the Angels

'Twas when the world was in its prime,
When the fresh stars had just begun
Their race of glory and young Time
Told his first birth-days by the sun;
When in the light of Nature's dawn
Rejoicing, men and angels met
On the high hill and sunny lawn,-
Ere sorrow came or Sin had drawn
'Twixt man and heaven her curtain yet!
When earth lay nearer to the skies
Than in these days of crime and woe,
And mortals saw without surprise
In the mid-air angelic eyes
Gazing upon this world below.

Alas! that Passion should profane
Even then the morning of the earth!
That, sadder still, the fatal stain
Should fall on hearts of heavenly birth-
And that from Woman's love should fall
So dark a stain, most sad of all!

One evening, in that primal hour,
On a hill's side where hung the ray
Of sunset brightening rill and bower,
Three noble youths conversing lay;
And, as they lookt from time to time
To the far sky where Daylight furled
His radiant wing, their brows sublime
Bespoke them of that distant world-
Spirits who once in brotherhood
Of faith and bliss near ALLA stood,
And o'er whose cheeks full oft had blown
The wind that breathes from ALLA'S throne,
Creatures of light such as still play,
Like motes in sunshine, round the Lord,
And thro' their infinite array
Transmit each moment, night and day,
The echo of His luminous word!

Of Heaven they spoke and, still more oft,
Of the bright eyes that charmed them thence;
Till yielding gradual to the soft
And balmy evening's influence-
The silent breathing of the flowers-
The melting light that beamed above,
As on their first, fond, erring hours,-
Each told the story of his love,
The history of that hour unblest,
When like a bird from its high nest

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poem by Thomas Moore
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Minute By Minute

Michael mcdonald/lester abrams
Hey, dont worry, Ive been lied to
Ive been here many times before
Girl, dont you worry, I know where I stand
I dont need this love, I dont need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and youd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin
Wilt away on lies from you
Cant stop the habit of livin on the run
I take it all for granted like youre the only one
Livin on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think Im your fool
Well, you may just be right
cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and Ill be gone
Youll reach out and I wont be there
Just my luck youll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
Ill be holding on...

song performed by Doobie Brothers
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Where The Rubber Meets The Road

Somewhere some girl is crazy.
And some boys half out of his head.
Somewhere somebodys fearless.
And someone wont wind up dead.
Somewhere two hearts are pounding.
And they dont care whats correct.
Somewhere somebodys fallin in love.
Without a background check...
Son Im mr p.c.
Belive you me.
Im the ultimate king of correct.
And if you wanna make it.
You gotta make her take it.
As a sign a your deep respect.
If youre gonna do it.
You gotta see through it.
To the hevenly trust that is...
Then you can call her a slut.
And you can call her a slave.
If you remember to call her ms...
Where the rubber meets the road.
Welcome to protection mode.
Used to be sex was a fine hello.
Where the rubber meets the road.
Ya say girl, youre a beauty.
But Im no beast.
I got a little contract right here...
See, you can slam on the brakes.
Anytime you got the stick.
Even if were in 4th gear.
Cop in the front seat.
Lawyer in the back seat.
Gettin it on videotape.
Got a shrink in the bed, lord.
Sittin on the headboard.
Swearin that we both got raped.
Now the rubber meets the road.
Where the rubber meets the road.
Boy meets girl then watch it explode.
Yes means no means yes means no.
Where the rubber meets the road!
Somewhere some girl is crazy.
And some boys half out of his head.
Somewhere somebodys fearless.
And someone wont wind up dead.
Somewhere two hearts are pounding.
And they dont care whats correct.
Somewhere somebodys fallin in love.
Without a background check...
Somewhere somebodys fallin in love.

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song performed by Meat Loaf
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Minute By Minute (Dobbie Brothers)

(Michael McDonaldLester Abrams)
Hey, don't worry, I've been lied to
I've been here many times before
Girl, don't you worry, I know where I stand
I don't need this love, I don't need your hand
I know I could turn, blink, and you'd be gone
Then I must be prepared any time to carry on
But minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
You will stay just to watch me, darlin'
Wilt away on lies from you
Can't stop the habit of livin' on the run
I take it all for granted like you're the only one
Livin' on my own
Somehow that sounds nice
You think I'm your fool
Well, you may just be right
'Cause minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I keep holding on
Call my name and I'll be gone
You'll reach out and I won't be there
Just my luck you'll realize
You should spend your life with someone
You could spend your life with someone
Minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on
Oh, minute by minute by minute by minute
I'll be holding on...

song performed by Michael Mcdonald
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Nag

Waltzing down street Mulberry
Barry and his noble steed saw Cherry
A pretty butterfly with blueberry
He took out his heartberry
And saved her face as sweet cherry
Cheery Barry danced in Mulberry
Love had come to maul Barry
Sweep him off his feet, his eyes stary
His hers, will you marry me?
Cherry married Barry in festivity
And made him merry in longevity
Time had come with activity
And left love lame in passivity
Less witty, less sweety, just Cherry
In poverty, lack of love and serenity
The time had come to maul Barry
Barreling him down with quarreling
And worrying and murmuring
Barry had in time learned to drown her voice with:
A crumbling rumble in a tumbling world
Round and round it rolls without a sound
A troubling trouble in a mumbling heart
A flickering flicker of a trembling light
An increasing bicker in a bickering fight
A murmuring murmur of a frightened heart
A flickering light in a tunnelling dark
A dimming light of my only love...
Barry, Barry, she bagged and tagged
Each flaw brought under her microscope
Always right, ask her horoscope
Chasing him out with a fumbling thud
Bringing him back with sorrying
And lash batting and warm hugging
And telling him change had come
To set her free and waking him up
To pineapple upside down cake
And kissing him but in the wake
Of reality, Barry had strolled to Mulberry
And saw cherry, not Cherry, just a butterfly
That did not make him cry
But made him fly and made him smile
And brought to him the peace he missed
The love he kissed when at first he met Cherry
Memory played just the way she hissed
When he pissed her off the cliff
The cliff oh the cliff, their love
It had jumped down the cliff and down below
Whatever made them stay
Was blown away the day that Barry
Made a way, looked her way

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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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Lesson In Leavin

Somebodys gonna give you a lesson in leavin
Somebodys gonna give you back what youve been givin
And I hope that Im around
To watch em knock you down
Its like you to love em and leave em
Just like you loved me and left me
Its like you to do that sort of thing
Over and over again
Youre a fool-hearted man
I hear youve been askin about me
From some of my friends
Well youd better believe Im not goin
Through that again
Youre the kind of man a woman thinks she can change
Oh, but the only thing changin is my way of thinkin
And Im thinkin that maybe someday
Somebodys gonna give you a lesson in losin
Somebodys gonna do to you what youve been doin
And I hope that Im around
To watch em knock you down
Somebodys gonna give you a lesson in hurtin
Somebodys gonna leave you with your fire burnin
And no way to put it out
Baby there aint no doubt
Youre a fool-hearted man
Yeah, youre the kind of man
A woman thinks she can change
But the only thing changin
Is my way of thinkin
And Im thinkin that maybe someday
Somebodys gonna give you a lesson in leavin
Somebodys gonna give you back what youve been givin
And I hope that Im around
To watch em knock you down
Its like you to love em and leave em
Just like you loved me and left me
Its like you to do that sort of thing
Over and over again
Youre a fool-hearted man
Somebodys gonna give you a lesson in leavin
Somebodys gonna give you back what youve been givin
And I hope that Im around
To watch em knock you down
Its like you to love em and leave em
Just like you loved me and left me
Its like you to do that sort of thing
Over and over again
Youre a fool-hearted man
Oh, a fool-hearted man
Oh, whoa

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song performed by Jo Dee Messina
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XI. Guido

You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
In the air,—if this your visit simply prove,
When all's done, just a well-intentioned trick,
That tries for truth truer than truth itself,
By startling up a man, ere break of day,
To tell him he must die at sunset,—pshaw!
That man's a Franceschini; feel his pulse,
Laugh at your folly, and let's all go sleep!
You have my last word,—innocent am I
As Innocent my Pope and murderer,
Innocent as a babe, as Mary's own,
As Mary's self,—I said, say and repeat,—
And why, then, should I die twelve hours hence? I—
Whom, not twelve hours ago, the gaoler bade
Turn to my straw-truss, settle and sleep sound
That I might wake the sooner, promptlier pay
His due of meat-and-drink-indulgence, cross
His palm with fee of the good-hand, beside,
As gallants use who go at large again!
For why? All honest Rome approved my part;
Whoever owned wife, sister, daughter,—nay,
Mistress,—had any shadow of any right
That looks like right, and, all the more resolved,
Held it with tooth and nail,—these manly men
Approved! I being for Rome, Rome was for me.
Then, there's the point reserved, the subterfuge
My lawyers held by, kept for last resource,
Firm should all else,—the impossible fancy!—fail,
And sneaking burgess-spirit win the day.
The knaves! One plea at least would hold,—they laughed,—
One grappling-iron scratch the bottom-rock

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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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Somebodys Gotta Feel This

I used to party with the betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty cause I always rock b-sides
G-rides with a hundred spokes to match
We roll two deep...three freaks...four amps in the back
I kicked that crack game rap game now I let my axe bang
Livin in sin and its a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like hang...rock like roll
Got soul like stevie when Im under the sun and so
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
I never had a lot of money never made much sense
Been chasin bunnies like a dummy overlookin my rent
He spent every rent cent puttin hickeys on his bed
Hes rockin dickies slippin lickin honeys steady
Lookin for love I put my talent on hold
Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
I see these people makin money and its funny to me
Tryin to act that fresh I wish theyd bump into me
cause it aint nothing to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour
Ive been a whore for years showing love to my peers
Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows Ive been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt
So when you see me tuggin on the end of my roap
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because
Somebodys gotta feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Somebodys gotta feel this
Someones got to feel this
Feel this

song performed by Kid Rock
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Counting Every Minute

Gonna break these chains
Gonna set myself free
Gonna turn on the mains
Feel the power inside of me
Gonna burn all night--gonna burn all day
Youll see me coming
From miles away
Feel me in the air
Feel me all around you
Gonna show you how I care
Teach you something new
Im gonna take my time
Make love to you
Yeah I know I can satisfy you
Thats what I intend to do
Now Im counting every minute
Every single minute
Im calling for you, honey
Come and get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im living it
Ill make every minute count
Give it everything Ive got
Feel me getting closer
Im almost there
Can you fell my fingers
Running through your hair
Can you feel my hands
Draw you closer to me
Can you hear that clock tick, tick, ticking baby
Ill soon be there to set you free
Im counting every minute
Every single minute
Dont fool around come and
Get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im living in it
Ill make every minute count
Give it everything Ive got
Counting every minute
Every single minute
Im calling for you, honey
Come and get it while its hot
Counting every minute
Ooh Im gonna give it
Ill give it to you honey
Ill give you everything
Ive got
Yeah Im counting every minute
Every single minute

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song performed by Foreigner
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