Leo (skit)
this is leo, the cousin of the bitch that dont no nothing,
next caller, ya um,
i want ot know if my mom having an affair with my boyfriend
oh, okay, wait on, hold on hun,
the tarot cards never lie
but your gonna have to hold on
is 50 dollas a minute okay?
aight
next caller
WATZ YOUR NAME?
ADJIHAH
adjihah, wat da hell ya want?
ya i wanna know ...
who your babys daddy?
right?
ya, um is is the fat one
or the bald one?
hun, hold on,..........
no, its not the bald, or the fat one
the other guy you was with
oh okay
NEXT CALLER
BUT YOUR GONNA HAVE TO HOLD ON!!!!
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Cleanness
Clannesse who so kyndly cowþe comende
& rekken vp alle þe resounz þat ho by ri3t askez,
Fayre formez my3t he fynde in for[þ]ering his speche
& in þe contrare kark & combraunce huge.
For wonder wroth is þe Wy3þat wro3t alle þinges
Wyth þe freke þat in fylþe fol3es Hym after,
As renkez of relygioun þat reden & syngen
& aprochen to hys presens & prestez arn called;
Thay teen vnto his temmple & temen to hym seluen,
Reken with reuerence þay rychen His auter;
Þay hondel þer his aune body & vsen hit boþe.
If þay in clannes be clos þay cleche gret mede;
Bot if þay conterfete crafte & cortaysye wont,
As be honest vtwyth & inwith alle fylþez,
Þen ar þay synful hemself & sulped altogeder
Boþe God & His gere, & hym to greme cachen.
He is so clene in His courte, þe Kyng þat al weldez,
& honeste in His housholde & hagherlych serued
With angelez enourled in alle þat is clene,
Boþ withine & withouten in wedez ful bry3t;
Nif he nere scoymus & skyg & non scaþe louied,
Hit were a meruayl to much, hit mo3t not falle.
Kryst kydde hit Hymself in a carp onez,
Þeras He heuened a3t happez & hy3t hem her medez.
Me mynez on one amonge oþer, as Maþew recordez,
Þat þus clanness vnclosez a ful cler speche:
Þe haþel clene of his hert hapenez ful fayre,
For he schal loke on oure Lorde with a bone chere';
As so saytz, to þat sy3t seche schal he neuer
Þat any vnclannesse hatz on, auwhere abowte;
For He þat flemus vch fylþe fer fro His hert
May not byde þat burre þat hit His body ne3en.
Forþy hy3not to heuen in haterez totorne,
Ne in þe harlatez hod, & handez vnwaschen.
For what vrþly haþel þat hy3honour haldez
Wolde lyke if a ladde com lyþerly attyred,
When he were sette solempnely in a sete ryche,
Abof dukez on dece, with dayntys serued?
Þen þe harlot with haste helded to þe table,
With rent cokrez at þe kne & his clutte traschez,
& his tabarde totorne, & his totez oute,
Oþer ani on of alle þyse, he schulde be halden vtter,
With mony blame ful bygge, a boffet peraunter,
Hurled to þe halle dore & harde þeroute schowued,
& be forboden þat bor3e to bowe þider neuer,
On payne of enprysonment & puttyng in stokkez;
& þus schal he be schent for his schrowde feble,
Þa3neuer in talle ne in tuch he trespas more.
& if vnwelcum he were to a worþlych prynce,
3et hym is þe hy3e Kyng harder in her euen;
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Patience
Pacience is a poynt, þa33e,
& quo for þro may no3t þole, þe þikker he sufferes.
&Thorn;en is better to abyde þe bur vmbestoundes
&Thorn;en ay þrow forth my þro, þa33e masse,
How Mathew melede þat his Mayster His meyny con teche.
A3t happes He hem hy3t & vcheon a mede,
Sunderlupes, for hit dissert, vpon a ser wyse:
Thay arn happen þat han in hert pouerte,
For hores is þe heuen-ryche to holde for euer;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat haunte mekenesse,
For þay schal welde þis worlde & alle her wylle haue;
Thay ar happen also þat for her harme wepes,
For þay schal comfort encroche in kythes ful mony;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat hungeres after ry3t,
For þay schal frely be refete ful of alle gode;
Thay ar happen also þat han in hert rauþe,
For mercy in alle maneres her mede schal worþe;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat arn of hert clene,
For þay her Sauyour in sete schal se with her y3en;
Thay ar happen also þat halden her pese,
For þay þe gracious Godes sunes schal godly be called;
&Thorn;ay ar happen also þat con her hert stere,
For hores is þe heuen-ryche, as I er sayde.
These arn þe happes alle a3t þat vus bihy3t weren,
If we þyse ladyes wolde lof in lyknyng of þewes:
Dame Pouert, Dame Pitee, Dame Penaunce þe þrydde,
Dame Mekenesse, Dame Mercy, & miry Clannesse,
& þenne Dame Pes, & Pacyence put in þerafter.
He were happen þat hade one; alle were þe better.
Bot [s]yn I am put to a poynt þat pouerte hatte,
I schal me poruay pacyence & play me with boþe,
For in þe tyxte þere þyse two arn in teme layde,
Hit arn fettled in on forme, þe forme & þe laste,
& by quest of her quoyntyse enquylen on mede.
& als, in myn vpynyoun, hit arn of on kynde:
For þeras pouert hir proferes ho nyl be put vtter,
Bot lenge wheresoeuer hir lyst, lyke oþer greme;
& þereas pouert enpresses, þa33tloker hit lyke & her lotes prayse,
&Thorn;enne wyþer wyth & be wroth & þe wers haue.
3if me be dy3t a destyne due to haue,
What dowes me þe dedayn, oþer dispit make?
Oþer 3if my lege lorde lyst on lyue me to bidde
Oþer to ryde oþer to renne to Rome in his ernde,
What grayþed me þe grychchyng bot grame more seche?
Much 3if he me ne made, maugref my chekes,
& þenne þrat moste I þole & vnþonk to mede,
&Thorn;e had bowed to his bode bongre my hyure.
Did not Jonas in Jude suche jape sumwhyle?
To sette hym to sewrte, vnsounde he hym feches.
Wyl 3e tary a lyttel tyne & tent me a whyle,
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Jaleo
I have lived a thousand lives or more
Stolen broken hearts behind closed doors
Seen the seven wonders of the world
And everywhere I go your name is in my soul
Take me back and make it happen
Get on the floor, cause a chain reaction
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
I can feel you underneath my skin
You're the reason for the shape I'm in
On your lips I kiss, it tastes of sin
I wanna take your naked heart into my hands
Atrapado, moribundo
Con esas ganas de bailar contigo
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
Caught me with my hands in the fire
I am trapped in my desire to be with you now
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
No te detengas no me esquives
Dejate llevar
Porque esta noche tu sers mia
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Dame jaleo leo leo leo leo la
Hypnotize you by the gypsy moon
And if for one night you will be mine
song performed by Ricky Martin
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Dontcha Wanna
If you had the chance I know you, surely would
And anytime I want it baby, I could
Said youd never saw it coming, did you dear
But you cant run from everything you fear
Hey, dont you wanna fall in love?
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
Ahha yeah
Oh baby you and i
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love? )
Hey
Why dont you push your precious pride aside?
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
Hey yeah oh yeah
Dont you wanna
cause you cant let your whole life pass you by
Oooh
Sure that you aint had nothing like, this before
You can be the same if I give, anymore
I dont wanna waste any of your, precious time
But you wont have no choice but to be mine
Baby dont you wanna play it, on the line?
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
Yeah yeah yeah ooh
Dont you wanna, ooh
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love? )
In love
Dont you wanna fall in love?
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
Hey yeah yeah yeah yeah
cause you cant let your whole life pass you by
Oooh whoo ooooh
(you cant put nothing before your pride)
I said nothing, nothing
(but baby what I give)
Whoo, you can lay your pride aside
Whoo ooooooh
(baby dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
(cause we can take it all night and Ill make you see)
Fall in love with me
(but baby let me know, dont you wanna fall? )
He haha haha
Dont you wanna?
(dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
(cause we can take it all noight and Ill make you see)
Heeey yeah hey
(but baby let me know, dont you wanna fall? )
I wanna fall in love!
(baby dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
(dont you wanna, dont you wanna, dont you wanna fall in love with me? )
(cause we can take it all night and Ill make you see)
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Second Book
TIMES followed one another. Came a morn
I stood upon the brink of twenty years,
And looked before and after, as I stood
Woman and artist,–either incomplete,
Both credulous of completion. There I held
The whole creation in my little cup,
And smiled with thirsty lips before I drank,
'Good health to you and me, sweet neighbour mine
And all these peoples.'
I was glad, that day;
The June was in me, with its multitudes
Of nightingales all singing in the dark,
And rosebuds reddening where the calyx split.
I felt so young, so strong, so sure of God!
So glad, I could not choose be very wise!
And, old at twenty, was inclined to pull
My childhood backward in a childish jest
To see the face of't once more, and farewell!
In which fantastic mood I bounded forth
At early morning,–would not wait so long
As even to snatch my bonnet by the strings,
But, brushing a green trail across the lawn
With my gown in the dew, took will and way
Among the acacias of the shrubberies,
To fly my fancies in the open air
And keep my birthday, till my aunt awoke
To stop good dreams. Meanwhile I murmured on,
As honeyed bees keep humming to themselves;
'The worthiest poets have remained uncrowned
Till death has bleached their foreheads to the bone,
And so with me it must be, unless I prove
Unworthy of the grand adversity,–
And certainly I would not fail so much.
What, therefore, if I crown myself to-day
In sport, not pride, to learn the feel of it,
Before my brows be numb as Dante's own
To all the tender pricking of such leaves?
Such leaves? what leaves?'
I pulled the branches down,
To choose from.
'Not the bay! I choose no bay;
The fates deny us if we are overbold:
Nor myrtle–which means chiefly love; and love
Is something awful which one dare not touch
So early o' mornings. This verbena strains
The point of passionate fragrance; and hard by,
This guelder rose, at far too slight a beck
Of the wind, will toss about her flower-apples.
Ah–there's my choice,–that ivy on the wall,
That headlong ivy! not a leaf will grow
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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Me & My Boyfriend
(look for me, look for me)
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Ride with me to the very end just me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Down the ride till the very end just me and my boyfriend
(look for me, look for me)
Aint nothing in this world that I wouldnt do
When it comes to being around you
You baby home boy
Dont you know that I would die if I had to live without you
Always there to wipe my tears
Been thinking all these years
Im living for life with you
My love is true, youre all I need
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Ride with me to the very end just me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Down the ride till the very end just me and my boyfriend
(look for me, look for me)
Even if the world would end tonight
I know that I would have you by my side
So plainly ******* boy
That you took my pain away
Cuz only you can heal my heart, yeah-iiee
When you didnt have enough
You made sure that I was taken care of
Im laying my life for you
Ill ride for you, youre all I need
And hes got (finally) my love (please believe)
And this smile (cant believe), uuoooo (cant you see)
And hes got (finally) my mind (cant believe)
Oh baibe (cant you see), uuoooo [x 2]
(look for me)
(all I need baibe) all I need in this life of sin is me & my boyfriend
(this is for you and me) ride with me to the very end just me & my boyfriend
(and all I need yeah yeah) all I need in this life of sin is me & my boyfriend
(all I need ) down the ride till the very end (yes indeed yeah) just me & my boyfriend
(me and my boyfriend)
He makes me feel so good inside,
He keeps me satisfied
And he gonn make it right (me & my boyfriend)
Gonn be there with me oh yeah, even until the end
He is my everything (me & my boyfriend)
Will be as bonnie and clyde
And we gonna always ride
Be right by his side (me & my boyfriend)
Baby take good care of me
Hes always there for me,
Hes really all I need
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend (all I need)
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Me & My BoyFriend (feat. 2Pac)
(Look for me, look for me)
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Ride with me to the very end just me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Down the ride till the very end just me and my boyfriend
(Look for me, look for me)
Ain't nothing in this world that I wouldn't do
When it comes to being around you
You baby home boy
Don't you know that I would die if I had to live without you
Always there to wipe my tears
Been thinking all these years
I'm living for life with you
My love is true, you're all I need
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Ride with me to the very end just me and my boyfriend
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend
Down the ride till the very end just me and my boyfriend
(Look for me, look for me)
Even if the world would end tonight
I know that I would have you by my side
So plainly ******* boy
That you took my pain away
Cuz only you can heal my heart, yeah-iiee
When you didn't have enough
You made sure that I was taken care of
I'm laying my life for you
I'll ride for you, you're all I need
And he's got (finally) my love (please believe)
And this smile (can't believe), uuoooo (can't you see)
And he's got (finally) my mind (can't believe)
Oh baibe (can't you see), uuoooo [X 2]
(Look for me)
(All I need baibe) All I need in this life of sin is me & my boyfriend
(This is for you and me) Ride with me to the very end just me & my boyfriend
(And all I need yeah yeah) All I need in this life of sin is me & my boyfriend
(All I need ) Down the ride till the very end (yes indeed yeah) just me & my boyfriend
(Me and my boyfriend)
He makes me feel so good inside,
He keeps me satisfied
And he gonn make it right (Me & my boyfriend)
Gonn be there with me oh yeah, even until the end
He is my everything (Me & my boyfriend)
Will be as Bonnie and Clyde
And we gonna always ride
Be right by his side (Me & my boyfriend)
Baby take good care of me
He's always there for me,
He's really all I need
All I need in this life of sin is me and my boyfriend (all I need)
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Eighth Book
ONE eve it happened when I sate alone,
Alone upon the terrace of my tower,
A book upon my knees, to counterfeit
The reading that I never read at all,
While Marian, in the garden down below,
Knelt by the fountain (I could just hear thrill
The drowsy silence of the exhausted day)
And peeled a new fig from that purple heap
In the grass beside her,–turning out the red
To feed her eager child, who sucked at it
With vehement lips across a gap of air
As he stood opposite, face and curls a-flame
With that last sun-ray, crying, 'give me, give,'
And stamping with imperious baby-feet,
(We're all born princes)–something startled me,–
The laugh of sad and innocent souls, that breaks
Abruptly, as if frightened at itself;
'Twas Marian laughed. I saw her glance above
In sudden shame that I should hear her laugh,
And straightway dropped my eyes upon my book,
And knew, the first time, 'twas Boccaccio's tales,
The Falcon's,–of the lover who for love
Destroyed the best that loved him. Some of us
Do it still, and then we sit and laugh no more.
Laugh you, sweet Marian! you've the right to laugh,
Since God himself is for you, and a child!
For me there's somewhat less,–and so, I sigh.
The heavens were making room to hold the night,
The sevenfold heavens unfolding all their gates
To let the stars out slowly (prophesied
In close-approaching advent, not discerned),
While still the cue-owls from the cypresses
Of the Poggio called and counted every pulse
Of the skyey palpitation. Gradually
The purple and transparent shadows slow
Had filled up the whole valley to the brim,
And flooded all the city, which you saw
As some drowned city in some enchanted sea,
Cut off from nature,–drawing you who gaze,
With passionate desire, to leap and plunge,
And find a sea-king with a voice of waves,
And treacherous soft eyes, and slippery locks
You cannot kiss but you shall bring away
Their salt upon your lips. The duomo-bell
Strikes ten, as if it struck ten fathoms down,
So deep; and fifty churches answer it
The same, with fifty various instances.
Some gaslights tremble along squares and streets
The Pitti's palace-front is drawn in fire:
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poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning from Aurora Leigh (1856)
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Tear Drops And Closed Caskets The Good Die Young.
I went to a party, Mom,
I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink and drive, Mom,
So I drank sprite instead.
I felt really proud inside, Mom,
The way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom,
Even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom,
I know you're always right.
Now the party is finally ending, Mom,
As everyone drives out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom,
I knew I'd get home in one piece,
Because of the way you raised me, Mom,
So responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom,
But as I pulled onto the road,
The other car didn't see me, Mom,
And it hit me like a load.
As I lie here on the pavement, Mom,
I hear the policeman say,
The other guy is drunk, Mom,
And now I'm the one who'll pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom,
I wish you'd get here soon.
How come this happened to me, Mom?
My life burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom,
Most of it is mine.
I hear the paramedic say, Mom,
i'll be dead in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom,
I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom,
The others didn't think.
He didn't know where he was going, Mom,
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, Mom,
He drank, and I will die.
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poem by Tamara Moir
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Afrikaans: Sterregordels, Stilsonjare, Tydsbroekspypdinge, Haarsliert
Sterregordels
Cosmology in Afrikaans is an ode to joy, the
terms form sing-song strings with delightful
sounds “ewigbewegende elektron”
continuously spinning electron
“elektron in die hart van die atoomkorrel”
electron in the centre of the atom particle
- what a song!
“Triljoene Melkwegstelsels waaromheen ons
Melkweg elke tweehonderdmiljoenjaar
wentel – ‘n mallemeule van sterregordels…”
“Dobberende patrone, mesone en elektrone,
'n konfigurasie van konvekse novae”…
- these terms are singing to me!
A merry-go-round of star systems
Quotes from Adriaan Snyman “Die Messias Kode” (The Messiah Code) pp.9,10
Bombardement Van Frekwensies (English Explanation)
Waarmee sal ek hierdie leë oomblikke,
ankerloos, betekenisloos; aan die ewigheid
vasmaak - die gevoelsruimte in my hart
Is leeg, alle gevoel en denke het gesamentlik
in die donker duisternis van my brein ingeval
‘n laserbrein wat die hologramwêreld
Self moet konsituteer uit ‘n bombardement
van betekenislose frekwensies – maar
vandag is die ligstraalfokus uit
My pendulumgedagtes swaai ongefokus rond
die opgerolde, ingevoude ses-en-twintig of
meer dimensies van die virtuele werklikheid
Wil nie vir my oopgaan nie…
All thought and feeling fell into the black hole in my brain and the twenty-six or more rolled-up frequencies of reality does not want to open for me today…
Geloof In Liefde - Faith In Love
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poem by Margaret Alice
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Don't Stop (Doin It)
If you had the chance
I know you surely would
At any time I want it baby
I could
Said you\'d never saw it coming, did you dear
But you can run from everything you fear
Hey, don\'t you wanna fall in love?
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
Oh baby you and I
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love)
Why don\'t you push your precious pride aside
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
Oh yeah
Don\'t you wanna
Cause you can\'t let your whole life pass you by
Sure that you ain\'t had nothing like this before
You can be the same if I give anymore
I don\'t wanna waste none of your precious time
But you won\'t have no choice but to be mine
Baby don\'t you wanna live on a line
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
Don\'t you wanna
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love)
Yeah ohh, don\'t you wanna fall in love yeah
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
Yeaaaah
Cause you can\'t let your whole life pass you by oh
(You can\'t put nothing before your pride)
Oh I said nothing, nothing
But baby what I give you can lay your pride aside
(Baby don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
(Cause you could take it all night)
(And I make you see)
Fall in love with me
(Baby let me know don\'t you wanna fall)
Don\'t you wanna
(Baby don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
(Cause you could take it all night) Yeah yeah
(And I make you see)
(Baby let me know don\'t you wanna fall)
Don\'t you wanna fall in love
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
I said fall in love with me
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love)
Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
Fall in love with me, I wanna fall, I wanna fall
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love)
Oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah oh yeah
(Don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna, don\'t you wanna fall in love with me)
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Maybe My Baby
(eric carmen)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I call her on the telephone
But shes never where shes supposed to be
Lately when were all alone
Well it seems she dont want any part of me
Dont you know Im gonna lose my mind
If theres someone else after all this time
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
(well somethin tells me)
Maybe my babys got a new guy
And hes really puttin on a show
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I cant believe its come to this
But my heart keeps tellin me theres somethin wrong
I feel the difference in her kiss
I wanna know what Ill do when shes really gone
Well, dont you know Im gonna lose my mind
If theres someone else after all this time
(I keep thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
(well somethin tells me)
Maybe my babys got a new guy
And hes really puttin on a show
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
I cant seem to pin her down
Friends tell me all Im getting is the runaround
Im sitting home and its saturday night
Is she moving in with someone else tonight
Maybe my babys got a new man
Who can take her where she wants to go
(Im thinking)
Maybe my babys got a new lover
And Im not supposed to know
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song performed by Eric Carmen
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Do Right To Me Baby
Dont wanna judge nobody, dont wanna be judged,
Dont wanna touch nobody, dont wanna be touched.
Dont wanna hurt nobody, dont wanna be hurt,
Dont wanna treat nobody like they was dirt.
But if you do right to me, baby,
Ill do right to you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like youd have them, like youd have them, do unto you.
Dont wanna shoot nobody, dont wanna be shot,
Dont wanna buy nobody, dont wanna be bought.
Dont wanna bury nobody, dont wanna be buried,
Dont wanna marry nobody if theyre already married.
But if you do right to me, baby,
Ill do right to you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like youd have them, like youd have them, do unto you.
Dont wanna burn nobody, dont wanna be burned,
Dont wanna learn from nobody what I gotta unlearn.
Dont wanna cheat nobody, dont wanna be cheated,
Dont wanna defeat nobody if they already been defeated.
But if you do right to me, baby,
Ill do right to you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like youd have them, like youd have them, do unto you.
Dont wanna wink at nobody, dont wanna be winked at,
Dont wanna be used by nobody for a doormat.
Dont wanna confuse nobody, dont wanna be confused,
Dont wanna amuse nobody, dont wanna be amused.
But if you do right to me, baby,
Ill do right to you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like youd have them, like youd have them, do unto you.
Dont wanna betray nobody, dont wanna be betrayed,
Dont wanna play with nobody, dont wanna be waylaid.
Dont wanna miss nobody, dont wanna be missed,
Dont put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.
But if you do right to me, baby,
Ill do right to you, too.
Ya got to do unto others
Like youd have them, like youd have them, do unto you.
song performed by Bob Dylan
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Manden fra Paradiis
Der var engang en Enke -
Dog nei! jeg maa mig først betænke;
Hun havde været det, men var nu gift paany,
Med Een fra Thy;
(Det maae vi ikke glemme).
— En Aftenstund, da Manden ei var hjemme,
Sad hun med Haanden under Kind,
Selv Theemaskinen var en Smule sovet ind,
(Den ellers sang en Tone, reen og klar,
Og førte tidt ved Bordet den bedste Passiar).
Fra Jordens Taageland,
Fløi Tankerne til hendes første Mand;
Hun kunde ei den søde Sjæl forglemme,
Og ak! den anden var jo ikke hjemme,
— „Du har det godt!" udbrød hun, „fri for Nød
Du sidder i det abrahamske Skjød,
Og seer til os, der i den snevre Stue
Maa plages slemt af Hoste og af Snue!"
Hun taug og faldt igjen i Tanker,
Da hører hun, hvor det paa Døren banker;
Hun skotter hen til Krogen;
„Uh! er der Nogen?"
(Thi hun var bange for — ja det var hele Tingen -
At see en Aand i den, der havde før slet ingen).
Nu banker det igjen, og saa gaaer Døren op — -
Men det er ingen Aand, nei Een med Kjød og Krop!
Det er en Haandværkssvend, der nu har sprængt sit Buur,
Og gaaer fra By til By og seer paa Guds Natur;
Han gjør Visitter kun, for ei at smægte,
Sligt kalder man: at fægte.
Han var, det saae hun nok, en sælle Een,
Der gik i dette Liv paa sine egne Been;
Og som han sagde det, der noget laae i Tonen,
Der rørte Konen.
Hun spurgte ham, hvorfra han kom, hvorhen han gik;
Og Svaret, som hun fik,
Det var: han drog paa Bursche-Viis,
Nu gjennem Tydskland til Paris. -
Da blev hun i sit Hjerte glad,
Hun dækked' op med Øl og Mad,
Og sagde: „Sæt sig dog, og spiis!
Hvad, reiser han til Paradiis?
O, Herre Gud! i dette Land
Der har jeg jo min første Mand;
Hils ham fra mig og fra vor Datter,
Og hils ham ogsaa lidt fra Fatter!"
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poem by Hans Christian Andersen
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I Dont Want To Be A Soldier
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a failure mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Well, I dont wanna be a rich man mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a poor man mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a lawyer mama, I dont wanna lie
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a thief now mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a churchman mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!
Oh well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a failure mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
song performed by Lennon John
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I Do Not Want To Be Soldier
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a failure mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
Well, I dont wanna be a rich man mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a poor man mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a lawyer mama, I dont wanna lie
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a thief now mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a churchman mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, hey!
Oh well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor mama, I dont wanna fly
Well, I dont wanna be a failure mama, I dont wanna cry
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier mama, I dont wanna die
Oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no, oh no
song performed by Lennon John
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I Dont Wanna Be A Soldier, Mama, I Dont Wanna Die
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor, mama,
I dont wanna fly.
Well, I dont wanna be a failure, mama,
I dont wanna cry.
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no.
Well, I dont wanna be a rich man, mama,
I dont wanna cry.
Well, I dont wanna be a poor man, mama,
I dont wanna fly.
Well, I dont wanna be a lawyer, mama,
I dont wanna lie.
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no.
Hey!
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Well, I dont wanna be a thief now, mama,
I dont wanna fly.
Well, I dont wanna be a churchman, mama,
I dont wanna cry.
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no.
Hey!
Oh well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Well, I dont wanna be a sailor, mama,
I dont wanna fly.
Well, I dont wanna be a failure, mama,
I dont wanna cry.
Well, I dont wanna be a soldier, mama,
I dont wanna die.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no, oh no.
Oh no.
song performed by Yoko Ono
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Virginia's Story
Elizabeth Gates-Wooten is my Grand mom.
She was born in Canada with her father and brothers.
They owned a Barber Shoppe.
I don't remember exactly where in Canada.
I believe it was right over the border like Windsor or Toronto.
I never knew exactly where it was.
When she was old enough she got married.
First, she married a man by the name of Frank Gates.
He was from Madagascar.
He fathered my mom and her brother and sister.
The boy's name was Frank Gates, Jr.
Two girls name were Anna and Agnes.
Agnes was my mother.
Frank Gates went crazy after the war
He drank a lot and died
Then grandma Elizabeth married a man by the name of Mr. Wooten.
He had a German name, but I don't think he was German.
She took his last name after they got married.
Then they moved to West Virginia in the United States.
Their son, Frank Gates Jr. Became a delegate in the democratic party.
He use to get into a lot of trouble because he liked to fight.
He was a delegate from the 1940's to 1970's.
He died of gout in the 1970's.
Anna was a maid and cook.
She baked cakes and stuff for people as a side line.
She had a hump on her back (scoliosis) .
She had to walk with a cane.
She could cook good though.
She did this kind of work all of her life, just like her mom, Elizabeth
They were both good cooks
They had a lot of money because they had these skills
Especially when people had parties.
Because they would make all of this food and then they would have left-overs.
We got to eat a lot of stuff we normally wouldn't get because of that.
When they cooked, they didn't use no measuring stuff, they would just use there hand.
My moms name was Agnes Barrie Gates.
She married James Wright and moved to Cleveland.
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In The Afternoon
The light is fading in the afternoon
Wont you see me baby in my room
Theres something that I wanna say to you
Tell me baby am I getting through
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
In the afternoon, in the afternoon
The light is fading from across the way
I see you coming baby every day
I see you running, running from across the field
And I wanna know if you can feel the same as me
Cause I wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
In the afternoon, in the afternoon
The wind is howling baby outside the shack
Train whistle blowin from across the track
Get on my wavelength, and you set me free
I just wanna be everything you want me to be
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
In the afternoon, in the afternoon
The moon is sinking way across the trees
I can see my baby but she cant see me
Ive got a longing deep within my soul
I have to take it there and let it roll
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
Wanna make, wanna make, wanna make, wanna make
Love to you
In the afternoon, make love in the afternoon
Make love in the afternoon
Let it roll
You got me reelin and a-rockinand rollin again
Let it roll
You got me reelin and a-rockinand rollin and rollin again
Oh, Im rollin and tumblin, and Im rollin and tumblin
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song performed by Van Morrison
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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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