One Way Or Another
One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all down
Ill see whos around
One way or another Im gonna find ya
Im gonna getcha getcha getcha getcha
One way or another Im gonna win ya
Ill getcha, Ill getcha
One way or another Im gonna see ya
Im gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha
One day, maybe next week
Im gonna meetcha, Ill meetcha
And if the lights are all out
Ill follow your bus downtown
See whos hanging out
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip, a slip of the lip or another
Im gonna lose ya, Im gonna trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna trick ya trick ya trick ya trick ya
One way or another Im gonna lose ya
Im gonna give you the slip
Ill walk down the mall
Stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all
Find out who ya call
Lead you to the supermarket checkout
Some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
One way or another Im gonna getcha, Ill getcha, Ill getcha getcha getcha getcha
(where I can see it all, find out who ya call)
[repeat until fade]
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Getcha Back
Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
Bow bow bow bow oop
Ahh ooo oohh waaa oooo
The other night they were playing our song
Hadnt heard it for oh so long
Took me back darlin to that time in my car
When you cried all night cause wed gone too far
Can I ever getcha back
Getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Im getting tired laying around here at night
Thinkin bout some other guy holding you tight
He may have money and a brand new car
May even treat you like a movie star
And no matter what he ever do for you
He can never love you like I can do
So if I leave her and you leave him
Can we ever get it back again
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Getcha back getcha back baby
Gonna getcha back getcha back
Can I ever getcha back
Bow bow bow oop
Bow bow bow oop
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
(getcha back) can we baby
(getcha back) get it back again
(getcha back) Ill leave her
(getcha back) and you leave him
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Getcha Some
(toby keith/chuck cannon)
Well boy meets girl and its a good bet
Girls gonna play a little hard to get
But they both got the same thing on their mind
Aint that the way that the world goes round
Dont it get you up get you down
It gets you walking around with a flashlight trying to find
Love
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some love!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
Then boy sees girl with another guy
What he wouldnt give just to catch her eye cause man
She is so hot
Course you cant compete with a superstar
Hes got a big old house and little red car
And what need is the one thing you dont have money!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some money!!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
Then God smiles down from up above
The money rolls in and they fall in love
From the outside looking in its a dream come true
But as time goes by something turns up missing
Theres not enough hugging and not enough kissing
Before to long they better do what they gotta do you know!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some babies!
Oooh gotta getcha some gotta getcha some
Gotta getcha some oooh gotta getcha some yeah!
You know curtain climbers, and rugrats, and tricycle motors
It dont matter what you call em you gotta have a whole house full of em
Aint nothing in the world like youngins getcha some!
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Im Gonna Getcha Good!
Lets go!
Dont wantcha for the weekend, dont wantcha for a night
Im only interested if I can have you for life, yeah
Uh, I know I sound serious and baby I am
Youre a fine piece of real estate, and Im gonna get me some land
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[chorus:]
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha while I gotcha in sight
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha if it takes all night
(yeah, you can betcha)
You can betcha by the time I say go, youll never say no
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha, its a matter of fact
(Im gonna getcha)
Im gonna getcha, dontcha worry bout that
(yeah, you can betcha)
You can bet your bottom dollar, in time youre gonna be mine
Just like I should - Ill getcha good
Yeah, uh, uh
Ive already planned it - heres how its gonna be
Im gonna love you and - youre gonna fall in love with me
Yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[repeat chorus]
Yeah, Im gonna getcha baby Im gonna knock on wood
Im gonna getcha somehow honey yeah, Im gonna make it good
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah
So, dont try to run honey, love can be fun
Theres no need to be alone when you find that someone
[repeat chorus]
Oh, Im gonna getcha, Im gonna getcha real good
Yeah, you can betcha, oh, Im gonna getcha
(Im gonna getcha) just like I should, Ill getcha good
Oh, Im gonna getcha good!
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Rhythm Is Gonna Get You
O eh, o eh, o eh, o eh
O eh, oo aah, o eh, oo aah
Yah ya goh
O eh, o eh, o eh, o eh
O eh, oo aah, o eh, oo aah
O eh, o eh
Yah ya goh
At night when you turn off all the lights
Theres no place that you can hide
Oh no, the rhythm is gonna getcha
In bed, throw the covers on your head
You pretend like you are dead
But I know it
The rhythm is gonna geycha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight
No way, you can fight it every day
But no matter what you say
You know it
The rhythm is gonna getcha
No clue, of whats happening to you
And before this night is through
Ooh baby
The rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you tonight
O eh, o eh, o eh, o eh
O eh, oo aah, o eh, oo aah
O eh, o eh, o eh, o eh
O eh, oo aah, o eh, oo aah
O eh, o eh
Yah yeh goh
Yah yeh goh
Yah yeh goh
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna get you
The rhythm is gonna get you
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Rhythm is gonna getcha
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
The rhythm is gonna get you
Na na na na na na na na
Na na na na na na na
O eh, o eh, o eh, o eh
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I Cant Win
(l. johnson/d. richardson/c. knight)
Ive been trying so hard to find a way to your heart
I cant win, I cant win, I cant win, I cant win
Win your love, win your love
I gave you my love, I gave you my heart
Instead of taking it, keeping it, baby, you tore it apart
But I cant win, I cant win, I cant win, no, I cant win
Win your love, win your love
I go to church every sunday [and there aint nothing wrong with that]
I stand work on time, every monday [i do the best I can]
I cant win, I cant win, I cant win, oh, no, I cant win
Win your love,
Cant seem to win your love, baby
Win your love
No matter how hard I try
Win your love, cant win your love, baby
Win your love, oh-hoo, I cant win
I just cant win, baby
I cant win
I try hard enough, girl
I cant win, I still cant win
I work eight days a week, baby
What more, what more you want me to do ?
Im down on my knees, baby, I do that
I cant win, please, please, please
Just cant seem to win your love
Come on, and bring it to me, girl
Win your love, win your love
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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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God Aint Gonna Getcha For That
Hey you sittin in the corner
Cant ya hear the jukebox playin
Everybodys up doing the two step
And youre not even tappin your toe
Wont you let a lady buy you a cold brew
Loosen you up a little more than you dare to
Maybe take a ride in my cadillac
God aint gonna getcha for that
God aint gonna getcha for that
Hes much too busy with the guys in the black hats
Theres nothin wrong with a man and a woman flirtin with a honky tonk moon
God aint gonna pay no attention
If were just makin use of his invention
Come on baby dont hold back
God aint gonna getcha for that
I can tell youre the quiet type
Are you new in town or just a little bit shy
Didnt you ever catch me lookin
Ive been eyeing you all night
Wont you let a lady buy you a cold brew
Loosen you up a little more than you dare to
Maybe take a ride in my cadillac
God aint gonna getcha for that
God aint gonna getcha for that
Hes much too busy with the guys in the black hats
Theres nothin wrong with a man and a woman flirtin with a honky tonk moon
God aint gonna pay no attention
If were just makin use of his invention
Come on baby dont hold back
God aint gonna getcha for that
God aint gonna getcha for that
Hes much too busy with the guys in the black hats
Theres nothin wrong with a man and a woman flirtin with a honky tonk moon
God aint gonna pay no attention
If were just makin use of his invention
Come on baby dont hold back
God aint gonna getcha for that
No God aint gonna getcha for that
God aint gonna getcha for that
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Im Gonna Win
Another dark night, in the city
And my prospects lookin thin
The survival, of the fittest
Is the law, in the world that I live in
I was not born, to be a fighter
But nows the time I have to learn
To keep my head, above the water
Gotta play with fire, but not get burned
I gotta stand up, I gotta face it
Dont want to lose it
I want to taste it while its hot
Dont want to waste it, I need it so bad
Im gonna win, yeah
Im gonna win
You see its a matter of pride
Deep down inside
Im gonna win, yeah
Im gonna win
I got no time, to sit and wonder
I got myself, to reckon with
Yeah and life wont drag me under
Even if it takes, all I have to give
Ill give it all
I gotta stand up, I gotta face it
Dont want to lose it
Ooh I want to taste it while its hot
Dont want to waste it, my minds made up
Im gonna win
Im gonna win
I tell you, see when it comes down to the crunch
Ive gotta beat life to the punch
Im gonna win
Somehow I know Im gonna win
You know
Ive got to fight to stay alive
Kick it in to overdrive
Im gonna win, ooh, ooh, ooh
Im gonna win
Im gonna win
Im gonna win
You see its a matter of pride
Deep down inside
Im gonna win
Gonna win, gonna win
Ooh, Ill pay the price
Gonna win
No more mr. nice
Gonna win
Hey, just watch me roll the dice
Im gonna win, win, win
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End Of The Week
I get out of work
And then I throw away all of my cares
I get out of work
And then I wash the week out my hair
Monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday
Its hard as could be
But by old friday evening
Were free, were free, were free
End of the week
The weekend started
Been working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Youre tasting freedom
No one to push you around
End of the week
And life has a reason
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Street are alive
You know everybodys going somewhere
You put on the slide
You gotta beat the crowd just everywhere
And all the music all the dancing
Get you so high
And all that sweet romancing
Oh my, oh my, oh my
End of the week
The weekend started
Working so hard to play
End of the week
Its time to party
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
Feels good now
Feels good now
End of the week
End of the week
Its real good now
Real good now
End of the week
End of the week
End of the week
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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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I'll Be There
Shane:
Ooh yeah
You and I must make a pact
We must bring salvation back
Where there is love
Ill be there
(Ill be there)
Ill reach out my hand to you
Ill have faith, you know you do
Just call my name
And Ill be there
(Ill be there)
Mark:
Woh oh yeah
All:
Ill be there to comfort you
Ill build my world of dreams around you
Im so glad that Ive found you
Ill be there with love thats strong
Ill be your strength
Ill be holding on and on
Shane:
Oh yes I will
Mark:
Let me fill your heart with joy and laughter
Togetherness
Well thats all Im after
Whenever you need me
Ill be there
(Ill be there)
Ill be there to protect you
With a unselfish love, and respect you
Just call my name
Ill be there
(Ill be there)
All:
Ill be there to comfort you
Ill build my world of dreams around you
Im so glad that Ive found you
Ill be there with love thats strong
Ill be your strength
Ill keep holding on and on
Shane:
Oh yeah
Mark:
If you should ever find someone new
I know he better be good to you oh
Shane:
Cos if he doesnt
Then Ill be there
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Third Book
'TO-DAY thou girdest up thy loins thyself,
And goest where thou wouldest: presently
Others shall gird thee,' said the Lord, 'to go
Where thou would'st not.' He spoke to Peter thus,
To signify the death which he should die
When crucified head downwards.
If He spoke
To Peter then, He speaks to us the same;
The word suits many different martyrdoms,
And signifies a multiform of death,
Although we scarcely die apostles, we,
And have mislaid the keys of heaven and earth.
For tis not in mere death that men die most;
And, after our first girding of the loins
In youth's fine linen and fair broidery,
To run up hill and meet the rising sun,
We are apt to sit tired, patient as a fool,
While others gird us with the violent bands
Of social figments, feints, and formalisms,
Reversing our straight nature, lifting up
Our base needs, keeping down our lofty thoughts,
Head downward on the cross-sticks of the world.
Yet He can pluck us from the shameful cross.
God, set our feet low and our forehead high,
And show us how a man was made to walk!
Leave the lamp, Susan, and go up to bed.
The room does very well; I have to write
Beyond the stroke of midnight. Get away;
Your steps, for ever buzzing in the room,
Tease me like gnats. Ah, letters! throw them down
At once, as I must have them, to be sure,
Whether I bid you never bring me such
At such an hour, or bid you. No excuse.
You choose to bring them, as I choose perhaps
To throw them in the fire. Now, get to bed,
And dream, if possible, I am not cross.
Why what a pettish, petty thing I grow,–
A mere, mere woman,–a mere flaccid nerve,-
A kerchief left out all night in the rain,
Turned soft so,–overtasked and overstrained
And overlived in this close London life!
And yet I should be stronger.
Never burn
Your letters, poor Aurora! for they stare
With red seals from the table, saying each,
'Here's something that you know not.' Out alas,
'Tis scarcely that the world's more good and wise
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The White Cliffs
I
I have loved England, dearly and deeply,
Since that first morning, shining and pure,
The white cliffs of Dover I saw rising steeply
Out of the sea that once made her secure.
I had no thought then of husband or lover,
I was a traveller, the guest of a week;
Yet when they pointed 'the white cliffs of Dover',
Startled I found there were tears on my cheek.
I have loved England, and still as a stranger,
Here is my home and I still am alone.
Now in her hour of trial and danger,
Only the English are really her own.
II
It happened the first evening I was there.
Some one was giving a ball in Belgrave Square.
At Belgrave Square, that most Victorian spot.—
Lives there a novel-reader who has not
At some time wept for those delightful girls,
Daughters of dukes, prime ministers and earls,
In bonnets, berthas, bustles, buttoned basques,
Hiding behind their pure Victorian masks
Hearts just as hot - hotter perhaps than those
Whose owners now abandon hats and hose?
Who has not wept for Lady Joan or Jill
Loving against her noble parent's will
A handsome guardsman, who to her alarm
Feels her hand kissed behind a potted palm
At Lady Ivry's ball the dreadful night
Before his regiment goes off to fight;
And see him the next morning, in the park,
Complete in busbee, marching to embark.
I had read freely, even as a child,
Not only Meredith and Oscar Wilde
But many novels of an earlier day—
Ravenshoe, Can You Forgive Her?, Vivien Grey,
Ouida, The Duchess, Broughton's Red As a Rose,
Guy Livingstone, Whyte-Melville— Heaven knows
What others. Now, I thought, I was to see
Their habitat, though like the Miller of Dee,
I cared for none and no one cared for me.
III
A light blue carpet on the stair
And tall young footmen everywhere,
Tall young men with English faces
Standing rigidly in their places,
Rows and rows of them stiff and staid
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Salut Au Monde
O TAKE my hand, Walt Whitman!
Such gliding wonders! such sights and sounds!
Such join'd unended links, each hook'd to the next!
Each answering all--each sharing the earth with all.
What widens within you, Walt Whitman?
What waves and soils exuding?
What climes? what persons and lands are here?
Who are the infants? some playing, some slumbering?
Who are the girls? who are the married women?
Who are the groups of old men going slowly with their arms about each
other's necks?
What rivers are these? what forests and fruits are these?
What are the mountains call'd that rise so high in the mists?
What myriads of dwellings are they, fill'd with dwellers?
Within me latitude widens, longitude lengthens;
Asia, Africa, Europe, are to the east--America is provided for in the
west;
Banding the bulge of the earth winds the hot equator,
Curiously north and south turn the axis-ends;
Within me is the longest day--the sun wheels in slanting rings--it
does not set for months;
Stretch'd in due time within me the midnight sun just rises above the
horizon, and sinks again;
Within me zones, seas, cataracts, plants, volcanoes, groups,
Malaysia, Polynesia, and the great West Indian islands.
What do you hear, Walt Whitman?
I hear the workman singing, and the farmer's wife singing;
I hear in the distance the sounds of children, and of animals early
in the day;
I hear quick rifle-cracks from the riflemen of East Tennessee and
Kentucky, hunting on hills;
I hear emulous shouts of Australians, pursuing the wild horse;
I hear the Spanish dance, with castanets, in the chestnut shade, to
the rebeck and guitar;
I hear continual echoes from the Thames;
I hear fierce French liberty songs;
I hear of the Italian boat-sculler the musical recitative of old
poems;
I hear the Virginia plantation-chorus of negroes, of a harvest night,
in the glare of pine-knots;
I hear the strong baritone of the 'long-shore-men of Mannahatta;
I hear the stevedores unlading the cargoes, and singing;
I hear the screams of the water-fowl of solitary north-west lakes;
I hear the rustling pattering of locusts, as they strike the grain
and grass with the showers of their terrible clouds;
I hear the Coptic refrain, toward sundown, pensively falling on the
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poem by Walt Whitman
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Cookie Jar
Jesus" & "Baby" sample in BG throughout}
Another life goes 2 the winner
Another soul goes 2 the dream
Another hell goes 2 the sinner
Don't give up no matter how tough it seems
Come and dig the power of somethin' above ya
It was there all along cuz it was made 2 love ya
It gave your flowers rain
Even though U won't play His game
U push it away but still it's pullin' 4 ya (I don't know)
CHORUS:
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day
He might need U on the Eve Of Destruction
2 co-sign His order on that Judgment Day
Shout His name from the highest hill
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill
Every purple mutha need 2 look His way
The funk is here 2 stay
CHORUS
(I don't know)
Another life goes 2 the winner
Another soul goes 2 the dream
Another hell goes 2 the sinner
Don't give up no matter how tough it seems
All in all, we got 2 come 2gether
And make a world that's 7 light-years better
Come on, don't be shy
So they're laughin' high
It's waiting 4 those who can storm the weather
Hey!
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day (Save ya, save ya)
I say I don't know
(CHORUS)
Save ya, baby
Oh no, yeah
(CHORUS)
I.. I.. I.. oh I
Save, save, save me baby
I.. I..
I.. I.. I don't know what He'll do witcha
I.. I..
I.. I.. I.. I.. I don't know what He'll do witcha when He getcha
Put U in His cookie jar, save U 4 a rainy day
Baby
I..
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song performed by Prince
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What's In It For Me?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE TIME FOR TWITTER AND FACEBOOK, BUT NONE FOR THEMSELVES OR OTHERS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE HAVE A HUNDRED 'FRIENDS' ON FACEBOOK,
BUT NOT EVEN TEN IN REAL LIFE
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE EMOTE WITH EMOTICONS BUT NOT WITH THEIR FACES,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE PREFER TO WRITE 'LOL' RATHER THAN ACTUALLY LAUGHING OUT LOUD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR COMPUTER MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LIVE THEIR LIVES MORE ONLINE THAN OFF IT,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN SPOT THE ERROR IN SOMEONE'S TYPING BUT CANNOT SPOT A TEAR IN A FRIEND'S EYE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN GROW ANY CROP ONLINE BUT CANNOT EVEN PICK UP A SPADE IN REAL LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE RELISH THE FOOD AT MCDONALDS AND DOMINOS, BUT CRIB OVER HOME COOKED FOOD,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE ARE READY TO KILL FOR A FEW SHREDS OF PAPER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE KILL IN THE NAME OF RELIGION,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE A MAN IS READY TO KILL HIS BROTHER OVER PROPERTY AND MONEY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF MONEY IS MORE THAN THE VALUE OF LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE LIVING A LIFE IS TOUGHER THAN KILLING A LIFE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE IT'S EASIER TO EARN MONEY BY CHEATING THAN BY WORKING HONESTLY,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE VALUE OF A GIFT IS THROUGH ITS PRICE AND NOT ITS EMOTIONS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THE MEASURE OF A MAN IS THROUGH HIS CAR AND HOUSE RATHER THAN HIS CHARACTER,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE LOVE THEIR POSSESSIONS MORE THAN THEIR FRIENDS AND PARENTS,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE THINGS ARE LOVED AND PEOPLE ARE USED,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD WHERE PEOPLE DO ANYTHING FOR A BETTER PAY BUT NOTHING FOR A BETTER CONSCIENCE,
EVEN IF I WIN THIS WORLD WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
THE WORLD IS BAD AND I KNOW THAT BUT SILL IF I WIN THIS WORLD,
WHAT'S IN IT FOR ME?
poem by Deepak Hariharan
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Week In Week Out
IIs there something more?
Surely there must be
You can't lose everything
So you're quite happy
To live with nothing more
Than a life-long shopping list
You tick off on credit
Well you'll pay for it
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Where are you going to turn?
When all ambition fails?
Why try any more
If human nature's stale?
Invite the hand of God
To touch the lucky few
There's no such thing as God
Nor easy money too?
Week in and week out
These lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
Week in and week out
Your lucky charms will always let you down
Maybe next week, we'll see
Maybe
You stand in life completely still
Feel really truly unfulfilled
Week in week out
song performed by Ordinary Boys
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Again
Ive been searching for you
I heard a cry within my soul
I never had a yearning quite like this before
Now that you are walking right through my door
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
A sacred gift of heaven
For better worse wherever
And I would never let somebody break you down
Or take your crown, never
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
Ive searched through time, Ive always known
That you where there, upon your throne
A lonely queen, without her king
Ive longed for you, my love forever
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
All of my life
Where have you been
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
And if that day comes
I know we could win
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
I wonder if Ill ever see you again
song performed by Lenny Kravitz
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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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