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« Reply #90 on: 09:55:17, 05-07-2007 » |
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Is it a sin, Is it a crime Loving you, dear, like I do? If it’s a crime then I’m guilty, Guilty of loving you.
Maybe I’m wrong, dreaming of you Dreaming the lonely night thru, If it’s a crime then I’m guilty, Guilty of dreaming of you.
What can I do, What can I say, After I’ve taken the blame? You say you’re thru, You’ll go your way But I’ll always feel just the same.
Maybe I’m right, maybe I’m wrong, Loving you, dear, like I do, If it’s a crime then I’m guilty, Guilty of loving you.
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« Reply #91 on: 22:10:16, 05-07-2007 » |
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If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If being right means being without you I'd rather live a wrong doin' life. Your mama and daddy say it's a shame it's a down right disgrace. But long as I got you by my side I don't care what your people say.
Your friends tell you it's no future in loving a married man. If I can't see you when I want I'll see you when I can. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Am I wrong to fall so deeply in love with you? Knowing I got a wife and two little children depending on me too. And am I wrong to hunger for the gentleness of your touch? Knowing I got someone else at home who needs me just as much.
And are you wrong to give your love to a married man? And am I wrong for tryin' to hold on to the best thing I ever had? If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
Are you wrong to give your love to a married man? And am I wrong for trying to hold on to the best thing I ever had? If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right. If lovin' you is wrong, I don't wanna be right.
I don't wanna be right if it means being without you. I don't wanna be right if it means sleeping at night. I don't wanna be right if lovin' you is wrong.
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Dreams, schemes and themes
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martle
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« Reply #92 on: 22:13:02, 05-07-2007 » |
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Here he comes lookin' for his baby It's for sure, sure and not for maybe Don't ask when will the lucky day be Here he comes and let him tell you himself:
If I seem to scintillate It's because I've got a date A date with a package of The good things that come with love You don't have to ask me I won't waste your time But if you should ask me Why I feel sublime I'm
Steppin' out with my baby Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right It's for sure, not for maybe That I'm all dressed up tonight
Steppin' out with my honey Can't be bad to feel so good Never felt quite so sunny And I keep on knockin' wood
There'll be smooth sailin' 'cause I'm trimmin' my sails With a bright shine on my shoes and on my nails [alternate line: In my top hat and my white tie and my tails]
Steppin' out with my baby Can't go wrong 'cause I'm in right Ask me when will the day be The big day may be tonight
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Green. Always green.
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« Reply #93 on: 22:22:18, 05-07-2007 » |
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My baby don't care for shows My baby don't care for clothes My baby just cares for me My baby don't care for cars and races My baby don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style And even Lana Turner's smile Is somethin' he can't see My baby don't care who knows My baby just cares for me
Baby, my baby don't care for shows And he don't even care for clothes He cares for me My baby don't care For cars and races My baby don't care for He don't care for high-tone places
Liz Taylor is not his style And even Liberace's smile Is something he can't see Is something he can't see I wonder what's wrong with baby My baby just cares for My baby just cares for My baby just cares for me
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Merely corroborative detail, intended to give artistic verisimilitude to an otherwise bald and unconvincing narrative.
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« Reply #94 on: 22:54:36, 05-07-2007 » |
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MJ - I love that song!
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Green. Always green.
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« Reply #95 on: 10:12:45, 06-07-2007 » |
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I was five and he was six We rode on horses made of sticks He wore black and I wore white He would always win the fight
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down
Seasons came and changed the time When I grew up, I called him mine He would always laugh and say "Remember when we used to play?"
Bang bang, I shot you down Bang bang, you hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, I used to shoot you down
Music played, and people sang Just for me, the church bells rang Now he's gone, I don't know why And till this day, sometimes I cry He didn't even say goodbye He didn't take the time to lie
Bang bang, he shot me down Bang bang, I hit the ground Bang bang, that awful sound Bang bang, my baby shot me down
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #96 on: 11:35:38, 06-07-2007 » |
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I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, oh no! oh! I shot the sheriff But I didn't shoot no deputy, ooh, ooh, oo-ooh. Yeah! all around in my home town, They're tryin to track me down; They say they want to bring me in guilty For the killing of a deputy, For the life of a deputy. But I say:
Oh, now, now. oh! (I shot the sheriff.) - the sheriff. (but I swear it was in selfdefence.) Oh, no! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah! I say: I shot the sheriff - oh, lord! - (and they say it is a capital offence.) Yeah! (ooh, ooh, oo-oh) yeah!
Sheriff John Brown always hated me, For what, I don't know: Every time I plant a seed, He said kill it before it grow - He said kill them before they grow. And so:
Read it in the news: (I shot the sheriff.) oh, lord! (but I swear it was in self-defence.) Where was the deputy? (oo-oo-oh) I say: I shot the sheriff, But I swear it was in self defence. (oo-oh) yeah!
Freedom came my way one day And I started out of town, yeah! All of a sudden I saw sheriff John Brown Aiming to shoot me down, So I shot - I shot - I shot him down and I say: If I am guilty I will pay.
(I shot the sheriff,) But I say (but I didn't shoot no deputy), I didn't shoot no deputy (oh, no-oh), oh no! (I shot the sheriff.) i did! But I didnt shoot no deputy. oh! (oo-oo-ooh)
Reflexes had got the better of me And what is to be must be: Every day the bucket a-go a well, One day the bottom a-go drop out, One day the bottom a-go drop out. I say:
I - I - I - I shot the sheriff. Lord, I didn't shot the deputy. yeah! I - I (shot the sheriff) - But I didnt shoot no deputy, yeah! no, yeah!
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« Reply #97 on: 23:58:40, 24-07-2007 » |
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Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
He called the greatest archers to a tavern on the green They vowed to help the people of the king They handled all the troubles on the English country scene And still found plenty of time to sing
Robin Hood, Robin Hood, riding through the glen Robin Hood, Robin Hood, with his band of men Feared by the bad, loved by the good Robin Hood, Robin Hood, Robin Hood
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« Reply #98 on: 09:21:42, 25-07-2007 » |
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When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along, along, There'll be no more sobbing when he starts throbbing His own sweet song.
Wake up, wake up, you sleepy head, Get up, get up, get out of bed, Cheer up, cheer up the sun is red, Live, love, laugh and be happy.
What if I've been blue, Now I'm walking through fields of flowers, Rain may glisten, but I still listen for hours and hours. I'm just a kid again, doing what I did again, singing a song, When the red, red robin comes bob, bob bobbin' along.
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« Reply #99 on: 09:36:54, 25-07-2007 » |
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« Reply #100 on: 09:39:53, 25-07-2007 » |
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sorry, that was supposed to be the Internationale in Chinese. Loses something in the transliteration.
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« Reply #101 on: 09:41:13, 25-07-2007 » |
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sorry, that was supposed to be the Internationale in Chinese. Loses something in the transliteration.
And gains something else, I think I can say without fear of contradiction.
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« Reply #102 on: 20:11:58, 25-07-2007 » |
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Richard, you've just had me laughing loudly for the first time in, oh, quite a few days. Thanks.
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #103 on: 20:14:35, 25-07-2007 » |
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(Reminder that the following is to be sung to a tune somewhere between 'My Darling Clementine' and 'La Cucuracha'! ...)
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time.
Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shall be trod by beasts alone.
Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips no more shall crack.
Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels Shall be ours upon that day.
Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its waters be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free.
For that day we all must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil for freedom's sake.
Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken well and spread my tidings Of the golden future time.
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The city is a process which always veers away from the form envisaged and desired, ... whose revenge upon its architects and planners undoes every dream of mastery. It is [also] one of the sites where Dasein is assigned the impossible task of putting right what can never be put right. - Rob Lapsley
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« Reply #104 on: 20:18:17, 25-07-2007 » |
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Lowering the tone somewhat (for which apologies ): I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key Come on now let's get together In perfect harmony I got twenty acres An' you got forty-three Now I got a brand new combine harvester An' I'll give you the key
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