White Noise
All the people that you know, they say youre ready to break down
All the people that you know, they say youre ready to fall
I hope you know that you are better than you think you are
I hope you know you that you will never really try
I hope you know you that you are never unknown
You got a good friend on the inside
Whoa-oh
I just want to be there when you need to find your feet on the solid ground
Whoa-oh
I just want to catch you when you fall down
(when you fall down)
All the people that you know say you live in white noise
Yeah, all the people that you know they say youre living in hell
They dont know anything
I hope that you know that you are better than they say you are
I have to say that you are stronger than you know
I have to say that you are smart enough to handle any stunt anyone could pull
Whoa-oh
I just want to be there when you need to find your feet on the solid ground
Whoa-oh
I just want to catch you when you fall down
Catch you when you fall down
Catch you when you fall down
Catch you when you fall down
I want to catch you when you fall down
When you fall down
All the people that you know, say youre ready to break down
All the people that you know, say youre ready to fall
I have to say that you are better than they think you are
Have to say that you are better than them all
Have to tell you that you never need the answer
When you need someone to call
Whoa-oh
I just want to be there when you need a hand to help you turn it all around
Whoa-oh
I just need to be there when you need to come down
Woah-oh
I just want to be there when you need to find your feet on the solid ground
Whoa-oh
I just want to catch you when you fall down
Catch you when you fall down
Catch you when you fall down
I want to catch you when you fall down
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Here tis
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I said whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I said whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I love my baby (whoa, whoa, whoa),
I love my baby (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, my baby love me (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, my baby love me (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And now when we get together (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And now when we get together (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, how happy we could be (whoa, whoa, whoa).
Yeah, how happy we could be (whoa, whoa, whoa).
And I say all day (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And I say all day (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night (whoa, whoa, whoa),
The reason well Im so happy (whoa, whoa, whoa),
The reason well Im so happy (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, my baby treated me right (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, my baby treated me right (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I sayin all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I sayin all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa).
Yeah, I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa).
Said all day (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Said all day (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night too (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night too (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And now when we get together, baby (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And now when we get together, baby (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, no tellin what we might do (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, no tellin what we might do (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa),
Yeah, I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa).
And I said all night long (whoa, whoa, whoa).
And now, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And now, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa),
And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa).
And I say whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa).
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Doesnt Really Matter
Doesnt really matter
Hmm, he-he
Oh, hey
Doesnt matter (it doesnt matter)
Doesnt matter at all
Doesnt matter what your friends are telling you
Doesnt matter what my familys saying too
It just matters that Im in love with you
It only matters that you love me too
It doesnt matter if they wont accept you
Im accepting of you and the things you do
Just as long as its you
Nobody but you, baby, baby
My love for you, unconditional love too
Gotta get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up and show you that it
Doesnt really matter what the eye is seeing
Cause Im in love with the inner being
And it doesnt really matter what they believe
What matters to me is youre in love with me
Doesnt really matter what the eye is seeing
Cause Im in love with the inner being
And it doesnt really matter what they believe
What matters to me is youre nutty-nutty-nutty for me
(youre so kind)
Just what I asked for, youre so loving and kind
(and youre mine)
And I cant believe youre mine
Doesnt matter if youre feeling insecure
Doesnt matter if youre feeling so unsure
Cause Ill take away the doubt within your heart
And show that my love will never hurt or harm
Doesnt matter what the pain we go through
Doesnt matter if the moneys gone too
Just as long as Im with you
Nobody but you, baby, baby
Youre love for me, unconditional I see
Gotta get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up and show you that it
Doesnt really matter what the eye is seeing
Cause Im in love with the inner being
And it doesnt really matter what they believe
What matters to me is youre in love with me
Doesnt really matter what the eye is seeing
Cause Im in love with the inner being
And it doesnt really matter what they believe
What matters to me is youre nutty-nutty-nutty for me
(youre so kind)
Just what I asked for, youre so loving and kind
(and youre mine)
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Combination Of The Two
Ooh!
Yeah yeah!
Alright, baby!
Everybody's got it,
They're all trying to feel it.
Everybody's dancing and singing romance
And they want to feel more, baby.
Baby, i've got to feel you more
Hey come on, feeling good, baby, baby,
Come on and do it, come on, come on,
Come on try it with me, try it with me, baby.
Oh, whoa, whoa, mama, mama, mama,
Oh, whoa, alright, come on, feel it!
Oh, whoa, waaaah!!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
Yeah, we're gonna knock ya, rock ya,
Gonna sock at ya now. huh!
Alright! alright, alright!
Hey baby!
Everybody over at the avalon ballroom in the san francisco bay
Everybody have-have-have have a lot of fun, i know!
I can tell you they're feeling good
I know, gotta try the feeling baby
Gotta try the feeling, gotta...
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, oh!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yeah, we're gonna knock ya, rock ya,
Gonna sock at ya now.
Hey!
Ooh!
Don't matter who you are, no, no,
Don't matter where you come from
You just gotta try to feel it
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon.
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah,
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah. ready!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, come on, boys!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, yeah.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. whoaah!!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Yeah, we're gonna knock ya, rock ya,
Gonna sock at ya now.
Do do do do do do do do do do do do do.
song performed by Janis Joplin
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Cant Get You Off My Mind
Featuring the lox
Uh, darkchild, wha
Ohh, mary j. blige
Whoa, whoa, whoa, (whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, (whoa, whoa)
(said I couldnt do it again, but I did)
(chorus)
Cant get you off my mind
Thinkin about you all the time
Cant get you off my mind
Thinkin about you all the time
(vs.1)
The day we met was the last day
That I said I would look anyone elses way
Now you know that Im with you
And Ill always be true
Theres nothing in this world
That I wont do for you
(chorus)
(vs.2)
The day you left, it was so sad
Now Im standin here holdin on to the past
Keep going on - gotta live your life
If we grow up in time
Maybe real love we will find
(chorus)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa...yeah)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa, ooh oh ooh oh ooh oh)
Whoa, whoa, whoa (whoa)
(rap: the lox)
Styles:
You need rocks on the 4th finger
Of your left hand
Tell your brides maid to hit off my best man
Always on my mind like money
You my honey, there when Im laced, there when Im bummy
Sheek:
Say word, its type hard for me to get you off my mind
But I still get dough of course
True love, between a thug and a dove
Poppin champagne in the tub, wha!
Jadakiss:
Ay yo, everything revolves around trust
Cause if it wasnt for you, then they wouldnt be no us
No jealousy, envy, and no lust
3-2-8 off the lot when I bust
Sittin in the house countin lincolns and Im still thinking
Cant get you off so Im blinkin
Sinkin, down in the silk couch, milked out
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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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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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(Yes) I'm Hurting
intro
(dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
(dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
(oh... oh... i'm hurtin')
verse 1
felt this way (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
yesterday (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
and today (dumby-dumby-dum)
i keep hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
yeah, hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
verse 2
time goes by (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
right on by (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
and i (dumby-dumby-dum)
i'm still hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
yeah, hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
bridge
you walked away
the pain began
i knew i'd never
love again
verse 3
oh, my heart (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
torn apart (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
and i (dumby-dumby-dum)
i'm sure hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
yeah, hurtin (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
repeat bridge
verse 4
seems to me (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
my destiny (dumby-dumby-dum oo-yay-yeah)
is to be (dumby-dumby-dum)
just hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
yeah, hurtin' (whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
repeat intro
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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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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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Round & Round
Intro]
Yeah man, Real Talk New York
Yeah man, Street F-F-F-Fitted, Damn
Yeah man
[Chorus]
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
[Verse 1]
And they say what comes around goes around
So the cristal rolls ya down til it slows ya down
I got a smoother style
Fo me it's Slow Motion like Juvenile
'Til I pass through ya areas
The SLR, class lookin' serious, they has to be curious
You never seen one of the nastiest lyricist
Speed through like he in the Fast and the Furious
Like Pharrell, we stand on bars
Girls on us like a fan on stars
500 Grand on cars, you'll see a man on Mars
Before a nigga lay a hand on ours
Catch me in a Diamond chain and a thick cuban
In the piece lookin' somethin' like Rick Rubin
Put a grin on ya face, then spin in ya waist
The world look like it's spinnin' in space
[Chorus Fabolous {Girl}]
Whoa, whoa, slow down mami
{Uh uh, ya betta keep up daddy}
{I show ya how to get ya roll on all ya gotta do is hold on}
{and it goes}
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
Round and Round and Round and Round (WHOA!)
{Round and Round and Round and Round} (WHOA!)
[Fabolous]
What comes around goes back around again
And niggaz gon' act up now again
And What goes up must come down
And I'll be here like What's Up now?
[Verse 2]
I do the yankee rockin' wit a lean
Know ya can't knock it when ya clean
Girls want me on they ass like back pockets on the jeans
I just try to plug into the socket in between
Then watch me do my step
At the same time throwin' up who I rep
Street F-F-F-F-Fitted damn
No other way to put it to ya ma'am
But the look'll say D-D-D-D-Damn
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Something You Got
Something you got baby
You ought to know
Its something you got baby
Make me wanna be sold
Something you got baby
And you ought to know
A whoa whoa whoa whoa
I said, my my, whoa whoa
I love you so
Well its something you got baby
Make me work hard everyday, everyday
Something you got baby
Make me bring home my pay yeah
And something you got baby
You ought to know
Whoa whoa whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
I love you so
Hey, hey, hey
(instrumental)
Well its something you got baby
Make me come home every night, every night, every night
Its something you got baby
Make me wanna feel alright, feel alright
Something you got
And you ought to know
Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
My my my my my my, whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
My my my my my my, whoa whoa
I said a my my, whoa whoa
I love you so
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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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Story Of Love
This is the story of love
Lets make it last forever
You hold the words that mean so much
Lets make a plan together
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
In the story of love
Whoa, whoa, whoa
Oh yeah
Whoa, whoa, yeah
Now is the moment
Ive been waiting for
When dreams they come to life
No hesitation, only open doors
You pushed those doubts aside
Somehow you always feel
What is on my mind
Seems like this consequence
Came right on time
Oohh
This is the story of love
Lets make it last forever
You hold the words that mean
So much
Lets make a plan together
Baby, oh
When my world falls behind
I just look into those eyes
And see the story of love
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
Yeah
Running in circles
Feels like eternity
Indecision in my mind
You hold the window
Through all the remedies
And filled that space inside
Somehow you turned the page
To the other side
What was an empty place
Is now filled with life
Oohh
This is the story of love
This is the story of love
Lets make it last forever
You hold the words that mean
So much
Lets make a plan together
Baby, oh
When my world falls behind
I just look into those eyes
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song performed by Westlife
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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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Ball And Chain
Yeah! alright!
Sittin' down by my window,
Honey, lookin' out at the rain.
Lord, lord, lord, sittin' down by my window,
Baby, lookin' out at the rain.
Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
And it felt just like a ball and chain.
Honey, that's exactly what it felt like,
Honey, just dragging me down.
And i say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
Why does every single little tiny thing i hold on goes wrong ?
Yeah it all goes wrong, yeah.
And i say, oh, whoa, whoa, now babe, tell me why,
Why does every thing, every thing.
Hey, here you gone today, i wanted to love you,
Honey, i just wanted to hold you, i said, for so long,
Yeah! alright! hey!
Love's got a hold on me, baby,
Feels just like a ball and chain.
Now, love's just draggin' me down, baby, yeah,
Feels like a ball and chain.
I hope there's someone out there who could tell me
Why the man i love wanna leave me in so much pain.
Yeah, maybe, maybe you could help me, come on, help me!
And i say, oh, whoa, whoa, now hon', tell me why,
Now tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me, tell me why, yeah.
And i say, oh, whoa, whoa, whoa, when i ask you,
When i need to know why, c'mon tell me why, hey hey hey,
Here you've gone today,
I wanted to love you and hold you
Till the day i die.
I said whoa, whoa, whoa!!
And i say oh, whoa, whoa, no honey
It ain't fair, daddy it ain't fair what you do,
I see what you're doin' to me and you know it ain't fair.
And i say oh, whoa whoa now baby
It ain't fair, now, now, now, what you do
I said hon' it ain't fair what, hon' it ain't fair what you do.
Oh, here you gone today and all i ever wanted to do
Was to love you
Honey an' i think there can be nothing wrong with that,
Only it ain't wrong, no, no, no, no, no.
Sittin' down by my window,
Lookin' at the rain.
Lord, lord, lord, sittin' down by my window,
Lookin' at the rain, see the rain.
Somethin' came along, grabbed a hold of me,
And it felt like a ball and chain.
Oh this can't be in vain
And i'm gonna tell you one just more time, yeah, yeah!
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song performed by Janis Joplin
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On The Radio (From The Motion Picture Foxes)
Someone found a letter you wrote me, on the radio
and they told the world just how you felt
it must have fallen out of a hole in your old brown overcoat
they never said your name
but I knew just who they meant.
I was so surprised and shocked, and I wonderer, too
if by chance you heard it for yourself
I never told a soul just how I've been feeling about you
but they said it really loud
they said it on the air
On the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
Now, now
don't it kinda strike you sad when you hear our song
things are not the same since we broke up last June
the only thing that I wanna hear is that you love me still
and that you think you'll be coming home real soon
whoa, oh, yeah, yeah
And it made me feel proud when I heard you say
you couldn't find the words to say it yourself
and now in my heart I know I can say what I really feel
'Cause they said it really loud
they said it on the air
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
(Played in shorter version)
If you think that love isn't found on the radio
well tune right in you made find the love you lost
'cause now I'm sitting here with the man I sent away long ago
it sounded really loud
they said it really loud
On the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
on the radio
whoa, oh, oh
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song performed by Donna Summer
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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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VIII. Dominus Hyacinthus de Archangelis, Pauperum Procurator
Ah, my Giacinto, he's no ruddy rogue,
Is not Cinone? What, to-day we're eight?
Seven and one's eight, I hope, old curly-pate!
—Branches me out his verb-tree on the slate,
Amo-as-avi-atum-are-ans,
Up to -aturus, person, tense, and mood,
Quies me cum subjunctivo (I could cry)
And chews Corderius with his morning crust!
Look eight years onward, and he's perched, he's perched
Dapper and deft on stool beside this chair,
Cinozzo, Cinoncello, who but he?
—Trying his milk-teeth on some crusty case
Like this, papa shall triturate full soon
To smooth Papinianian pulp!
It trots
Already through my head, though noon be now,
Does supper-time and what belongs to eve.
Dispose, O Don, o' the day, first work then play!
—The proverb bids. And "then" means, won't we hold
Our little yearly lovesome frolic feast,
Cinuolo's birth-night, Cinicello's own,
That makes gruff January grin perforce!
For too contagious grows the mirth, the warmth
Escaping from so many hearts at once—
When the good wife, buxom and bonny yet,
Jokes the hale grandsire,—such are just the sort
To go off suddenly,—he who hides the key
O' the box beneath his pillow every night,—
Which box may hold a parchment (someone thinks)
Will show a scribbled something like a name
"Cinino, Ciniccino," near the end,
"To whom I give and I bequeath my lands,
"Estates, tenements, hereditaments,
"When I decease as honest grandsire ought."
Wherefore—yet this one time again perhaps—
Shan't my Orvieto fuddle his old nose!
Then, uncles, one or the other, well i' the world,
May—drop in, merely?—trudge through rain and wind,
Rather! The smell-feasts rouse them at the hint
There's cookery in a certain dwelling-place!
Gossips, too, each with keepsake in his poke,
Will pick the way, thrid lane by lantern-light,
And so find door, put galligaskin off
At entry of a decent domicile
Cornered in snug Condotti,—all for love,
All to crush cup with Cinucciatolo!
Well,
Let others climb the heights o' the court, the camp!
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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If I Could Make The World Dance
Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Ba-da, ba-da (whoa)
Bu-da (you)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa)
Bu-da, bu-da (whoa) (you)
Signs and wonders that the television shows (whoa)
Hate and poverty for the more, lets me know (you... you)
That life is a stage and we're all in the show (you, you)
Starring the World, 'cause we all glow
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
If we just give each other a chance
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
We might just fall in love
Picture us (in a land)
Where there's no more (no more war)
Shaking hands with my (brother)
And respecting my, my, my (my sisters)
(I'm offering) a dance that heals (ooh)
(A melody) you can feel (ooh)
Love is the key (whoa)
All it takes is you and me (whoa, yeah)
If I could make the world dance (whoa if I could make them dance)
Then they would dance (dance) something like this (like, whoa)
If I could make the world groove (whoa if I could make them groove)
Then they would groove something like this (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo)
If I could make the world sing (whoa if I could make them sing)
Then they would sing something like this
If I could make the world love (if I could make them love, if I could make the love one another)
Then it would feel something like this (yeah)
Tell me why can't more hungry people overcome (why?)
When they've got the means to build bombs, yeah (oh)
We're so quick to say God Bless America (da-da-da-da)
But take away In God We Trust (da-da-da-da)
Tell me what the hell is wrong with us?
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
If we just give each other a chance then
(Heaven I'm calling, heaven I'm calling)
We might just fall in love
Picture us (in a land)
Where there's no more (no more war)
Shaking hands with my (brothers)
And respecting my, my, my (sisters)
I'm offering (I'm offering) a dance that heals
(A melody) you can feel
Love is the key
All it takes is you and me (whoa, yeah)
If I could make the world dance (whoa if I could make them dance)
Then they would dance (dance yeah) something like this (if I, oh)
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song performed by R. Kelly
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Tokyo
The moon hung like a shadow on a rung over shanghai
And the soldier boys were returning home screaming bonzai!
And the kids are still playing their games,
Getting hustled and rustled out in the rain
As I sat inside listening to the broadcast.
Oh save my soul sweet rock and roll cuz Im sinking fast.
And then the band played.
(out of nowhere)
(everybody)
(everybody)
Well now the legendary chaplain of the fighting 51st
Was getting ready to go.
I said padre do you know a cheap virgin who likes to tango?
He said you can try linda lee;
Around the corner and across the sea.
Oh word is out, word is out shes fast.
Oh blow me down now linda, cuz Im sinking fast.
Yes and them cats are sure getting fat down in the trainyard.
And the sandman brings them dreams they ship out in boxcars.
The union says hold; break out the dice, break out the gold.
Its lunchtime at last.
And old big mama said george raffs tonight on the late show.
She sits straddling the kitchen chair really gung-ho
She shivers with chills, wet with slotcar thrills
Hypnotically lost in the glass
And we all sighed...
With the sunrise
As we watched the credits pass.
And the little blue dot went away.
And then the morning cloak fell down like a hoax over sleepytown
And garbage truck big lennys out drinking the last round
He hurriedly sipped his beer, and poking fun of the queer
And threatened to kick his ass.
And the bell rang
And the horn blows
And hes outside pumping gas
But things were moving so slow tonight
So the kid goes back inside the station
And turns on the radio to his local am station
And the band played
Right on the radio
Its on the radio
And he listened to the bass line
And the boys in the band sang
Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
(theyre so excited about it)
Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
(everybody alright)
Whoa, whoa whoa-wo
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song performed by Bruce Springsteen
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