And it's not that going out for a hack is wrong or bad, I certainly don't view it as that; it's just that there's something about the dressage, being put through your paces, that makes you better.
quote by Julia Ormond
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Cold
A cough and a hack--
On february 17,2006...! ! !
Gosh it made me--
Feel outright sick! ;
Tell ya-thought i was dyin'...! ! !
Had such a cough and a hack...
That i went 'willy-nilly' to the doctor...
And he diagnosed my attack;
When i arrived home...
There on my street awaiting me...
Were a dozen Red Roses...
Sent special to lil' ole me! ! ! ;
A cough and a hack...
Can be downright mean...! ! !
The virus can destroy...
And its totally unclean! ;
So theres a moral to this story...
IM sharin' with only a few...! ! !
Stay away from the COLD virus...
Cause the cough and hack will surely attack you! ;
The Essence
May 30,2010
poem by Theodora Onken
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Far be it from me to force anyone into either chess or dressage, but if you choose to do so yourself, in my opinion there is only one way: follow the rules.
quote by Lars von Trier
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Shadow Song
Did your shadow ever speak to you?
And did he say that something's wrong?
Only a figure on a lamplit wall
Never realized he cared at all
Did he stop you going on?
Guess my shadow spoke to me tonight
And made me throw my dreams away
Told a story of a twisted man
Who was playing with some foolish plan
'Bout a girl who had flew away
Sometimes shadows are near
I see things very clear: my life unwinds
Somewhere I'll make my stand
Look around at yesterday
And change my mind
Now your shadow isn't always there
In the light of cloudy days
Or in circles where you hide from view
All the dust that ever bothered you
And where people loose your name
Submitted by Michael Hack
song performed by by Supertramp
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The hack songwriter will write the absolute truth every single word, whether it makes a great song or not.
quote by Paul Westerberg
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Point Of View
There is no right
There is no wrong
Tis all but a matter
Of point of view
No heavenly might
Nor demon strong
Whatever you'd rather
Believe…is truth to you
A lie to one is
Truth to another
What's seen, is what
One wants to view
For a razor edged line
Exists between love and hate
A paper thin partition between
Cold black, and cobalt blue
What's right, what's fair
What's here, what's there
What's love, what's lust
What's treachery, what's trust
What it tis in finality, that
Shapes for you reality
And is what makes
all things true to you
Sadly tis…
Not crimes of passion (or treason)
Nor kind acts of compassion (or reason)
But simply put and sadly true
It's one's own point of view
poem by David Whalen
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I have a fear - I may be wrong.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that all too many, put off all thoughts of 'God'
by those who claim to speak for Him,
may cease to look for, name, all wondrous things:
the good, and beautiful, and truthful; which give joy;
which you and I love as the best of life...
and name them, praise them, to our children's ears
as all the wonder that they are...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that even seeing this world as sweetshop of delights
we never look to see
some unity.
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that we may miss the mind's pure joy
of stepping back to see
beyond what shows itself,
a greater and more glorious view...
I have a fear - I may be wrong:
that though we have a hazy view
of 'Creation' and 'Creator',
we do not seek to play Creation's part -
as species disappear; as world pollutes...
I have a fear -I may be wrong:
we know the words; but miss the song.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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When Something Is Wrong With My Baby (feat. Patti Labelle)
Travis Tritt & Patti Labelle
When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me
And if I know that he's worried,
Then I would feel the same, same misery.
We've been through so much together,
We've been as one, oh that's what makes it better
When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me. (gonna tell you)
Oh, say it to me baby, just what he means to me now,
Oh, you people, you just don't have a clue baby
Oh you don't understand
People say, say that she's just no good,
She's my woman and I know I'm her man
Oh, if the man's, if the man's, if the man's got a problem
I know I'd help, I know I'd help,
I know, I know I'm gonna solve it
When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me.
When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me.
When something is wrong with my baby,
Something is wrong with me...
song performed by by Travis Tritt
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The Pain I Can Control
The pain I can control
The pain that makes me whole
The pain that stops and brings some tears
The pain that erases all my fears
The pain that I inflict with this knife
The pain that might be last in my life
The pain that brought me to my knees
The pain that woahed me full of pleas
The pain that made me see the light
The pain that is bringing me home tonight
The pain that is wrong and bitter
The pain that makes me feel fitter
The pain that my friends say is wrong
The pain that makes me feel so strong
The pain that makes my friend sad, and cry
The pain that makes her want to die
The pain thats not just pain to me
The pain that makes everyone see
The pain that thats tearing me apart
The pain thats ripping apart my heart
The pain that I'm addicted to
The pain I can't give up. Not even for you..
With Their Doings Done
Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come.
And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.
Some feel free to be sadistic,
With doings done.
And the having of fun.
Idealistic realists,
With doings done.
And a wanting of truth to appear and come
And they who are minimalists,
Try to reduce materialistic wishes...
With doings undone seeking to do.
Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.
Many have slowed their paces...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Eliminating their rat races...
With their doings done.
Doings done.
And celebrating tasting life...
As if a piece of cake,
To savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor.
Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.
Doings done.
Many have slowed their paces,
With their doings done.
Many have slowed their paces,
With a tasting of life to savor...
And with their doings done.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Different Point Of View
(tennant/lowe)
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When Im sitting so close to you
Theres only one thing that I wanna do
But I know what youre likely to say
That Im going about it the wrong way
We cant agree about anything
Where to go or even where weve been
And I know what youre likely to do
Say that Ive never cared about you
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You dont believe a single word I say
If Id say black was white, youd say it was grey
But in spite of being treated this way
I still dream of you all night and day
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
Just this once
Just say yes
Please
Youve got a clever way of haunting me
Im never scared, but youre still daunting me
cause I know what youre likely to say
And I know that youll get your own way
And all I wanted to say was that I love you
But you tell me now you dont believe its true
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
You got a different, a different
A different point of view
You got a different
Point of view
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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So in my sophomore year, I took a senior anatomy class. I thought anatomy - being the thing that I should be most interested in - and if I could hack, as we called it, a senior class, I would continue. I didn't hack the senior class.
quote by James Earl Jones
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When Something Is Wrong With My Baby
When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me
And if I know shes worried
Then I would feel that same misery
Weve been through so much together
We stand as one and thats what makes it better
When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me
Just what she means to me, now
Oh you just wouldnt, you just wouldnt understand
People cant say shes no good
But oh shes my woman and I know Im her man
And if shes got a problem
Oh oh I know, I know Ive got to help her solve em
When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me
Sing it again
When something is wrong with my baby
Something is wrong with me...
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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The Tunnel
I start talking once you will say four summers
Are your dressage, the way you address me with solitude.
We are married when mothers are you and your soul
That blindly makes fifty years of your whole hat.
Ahead the fathers burgeon and brew with their tops on,
Faithful commanding is their accomplishment,
Faith is a strong result of their good doing.
Wells of water cannot amount to that moisture
Of the heart, a witty weather closes up the house,
No more is heard, no more seen.
I look healthy and energetic
To be the coiling cold, a realm of disaster,
Those cataclysms are furnaces from
The old prehistory,
Lava erupts in this summer of the sky.
Go down the tunnel of cleverness,
Enter the ancient rooms and hallways,
And the eerie passages are fed alone.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Frankie and Johnnie
Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
O, my Gawd, how they could love,
They swore to be true to each other,
As true as the stars above;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie was a good woman,
As everybody knows,
Gave her man a hundred dollars,
To get him a suit of clothes;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie and Johnnie went walking,
Johnnie in his bran' new suit,
"Oh, my Gawd," said Frankie,
"But don't my Johnnie look cute?"
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went down to Memphis,
Went on the morning train,
Paid a hundred dollars,
Got Johnnie a watch and chain;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie lived in a crib-house,
Crib-house with only two doors,
Gave her money to Johnnie,
He spent it on those parlour whores;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went down to the corner,
Went for a bucket of beer,
She said, "Oh, Mr. Bar-tender,
Has my loving Johnnie been here?
He is my man, and he's done me wrong."
"I won't make you no trouble,
I won't tell you no lie,
But I saw Johnnie an hour ago
With a girl named Nellie Bly;
He is your man, and he's doing you wrong."
Frankie went to the hock-shop,
Bought her a big forty-four,
Aimed that gun at the ceiling,
Shot a big hole in the floor;
"Now where's my man that's doing me wrong?"
Frankie went down to the hook-shop,
Looked in at a window so high,
There she saw her Johnnie,
Loving up Nellie Bly,
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went up to the front door,
She rang the front-door bell,
Said, "Stand back, all you chippies,
Or I'll blow you all to hell;
I want my man, who's done me wrong."
Frankie went into the hook-shop,
She didn't go there for fun,
'Cause underneath her kimona
She toted that forty-four gun;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie looked in at the keyhole,
And there before her eye,
She saw her Johnnie on the sofa,
A loving up Nellie Bly;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie threw back her kimona,
Took out the little forty-four,
Roota-toot-toot, three times she shoot,
Right through that hardwood door;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Johnnie grabbed off his Stetson,
Said, "Oh, Gawd, Frankie, don't shoot!"
But she pressed hard on the trigger,
And the gun went roota-toot-toot;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Roll me over easy,
Oh, roll me over slow,
Roll me over on my right side,
'Cause my left side hurts me so."
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Bring out your rubber-tyred buggy,
Bring out your rubber-tyred hack,
I'll take my man to the graveyard,
But I won't bring him back;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
They brought out the rubber-tyred hearses,
They brought out the rubber-tyred hack,
Thirteen men went to the graveyard,
But only twelve came back;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Bring 'round a hundred policemen,
Bring 'em around to-day,
And lock me in that jail-house,
Then throw the key away;
I shot my man, 'cause he done me wrong.
"I've saved up a little money,
I'll save up a little more,
I'll send it all to his widow,
And say it's from the girl next door;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
Frankie went to the madame,
She fell down on her knees,
"Forgive me, Mrs. Halcome,
Forgive me, if you please;
I've killed my man, 'cause he done me wrong."
"Forgive you, Frankie darling?
Forgive you I never can.
Forgive you, Frankie darling,
For shooting your only man?
For he was your man, though he done you wrong."
Frankie went to the coffin,
Looked down at his face,
Said, "Oh, Lord, have mercy on me,
I'd like to take his place;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
A rubber-tyred buggy,
A rubber-tyred hack,
Took poor Frankie to the jail-house
But it didn't bring her back;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie sat in her prison,
Had no electric fan,
Told her little sister,
Never marry no sporting man;
"I had a man, but he done me wrong."
The Sheriff took Frankie to the gallows,
Hung her until she died,
They hung her for killing Johnnie,
And the undertaker waited outside;
She killed her man, 'cause he done her wrong.
Frankie and Johnnie
Frankie and Johnnie were lovers,
O, my Gawd, how they could love,
They swore to be true to each other,
As true as the stars above;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie was a good woman,
As everybody knows,
Gave her man a hundred dollars,
To get him a suit of clothes;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie and Johnnie went walking,
Johnnie in his bran' new suit,
"Oh, my Gawd," said Frankie,
"But don't my Johnnie look cute?"
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went down to Memphis,
Went on the morning train,
Paid a hundred dollars,
Got Johnnie a watch and chain;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie lived in a crib-house,
Crib-house with only two doors,
Gave her money to Johnnie,
He spent it on those parlour whores;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went down to the corner,
Went for a bucket of beer,
She said, "Oh, Mr. Bar-tender,
Has my loving Johnnie been here?
He is my man, and he's done me wrong."
"I won't make you no trouble,
I won't tell you no lie,
But I saw Johnnie an hour ago
With a girl named Nellie Bly;
He is your man, and he's doing you wrong."
Frankie went to the hock-shop,
Bought her a big forty-four,
Aimed that gun at the ceiling,
Shot a big hole in the floor;
"Now where's my man that's doing me wrong?"
Frankie went down to the hook-shop,
Looked in at a window so high,
There she saw her Johnnie,
Loving up Nellie Bly,
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie went up to the front door,
She rang the front-door bell,
Said, "Stand back, all you chippies,
Or I'll blow you all to hell;
I want my man, who's done me wrong."
Frankie went into the hook-shop,
She didn't go there for fun,
'Cause underneath her kimona
She toted that forty-four gun;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie looked in at the keyhole,
And there before her eye,
She saw her Johnnie on the sofa,
A loving up Nellie Bly;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie threw back her kimona,
Took out the little forty-four,
Roota-toot-toot, three times she shoot,
Right through that hardwood door;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Johnnie grabbed off his Stetson,
Said, "Oh, Gawd, Frankie, don't shoot!"
But she pressed hard on the trigger,
And the gun went roota-toot-toot;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Roll me over easy,
Oh, roll me over slow,
Roll me over on my right side,
'Cause my left side hurts me so."
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Bring out your rubber-tyred buggy,
Bring out your rubber-tyred hack,
I'll take my man to the graveyard,
But I won't bring him back;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
They brought out the rubber-tyred hearses,
They brought out the rubber-tyred hack,
Thirteen men went to the graveyard,
But only twelve came back;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
"Bring 'round a hundred policemen,
Bring 'em around to-day,
And lock me in that jail-house,
Then throw the key away;
I shot my man, 'cause he done me wrong.
"I've saved up a little money,
I'll save up a little more,
I'll send it all to his widow,
And say it's from the girl next door;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
Frankie went to the madame,
She fell down on her knees,
"Forgive me, Mrs. Halcome,
Forgive me, if you please;
I've killed my man, 'cause he done me wrong."
"Forgive you, Frankie darling?
Forgive you I never can.
Forgive you, Frankie darling,
For shooting your only man?
For he was your man, though he done you wrong."
Frankie went to the coffin,
Looked down at his face,
Said, "Oh, Lord, have mercy on me,
I'd like to take his place;
He was my man, but he done me wrong."
A rubber-tyred buggy,
A rubber-tyred hack,
Took poor Frankie to the jail-house
But it didn't bring her back;
He was her man, but he done her wrong.
Frankie sat in her prison,
Had no electric fan,
Told her little sister,
Never marry no sporting man;
"I had a man, but he done me wrong."
The Sheriff took Frankie to the gallows,
Hung her until she died,
They hung her for killing Johnnie,
And the undertaker waited outside;
She killed her man, 'cause he done her wrong.
poem by Anonymous Americas
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What Do You Need?
What do you need from me tonight?
I feel you look right through me now
I cant pretend its all right
Maybe well find a way somehow
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always feel so wrong?
[chorus]
What do you need from me tonight?
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Fear makes you fragile darlin
Hate is so heavy when youre weak
Now were both lost in anger
When were alone well find some peace
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
What do you need from me tonight?
The truth is so complicated now
You feel so free to say
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
[chorus]
[chorus]
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Youre wrong, youre wrong
Why do we need to turn it on?
Why does it always seem so wrong?
song performed by by Goo Goo Dolls
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You Want Her Too (feat. Paul Mccartney)
She makes me go so wrong
(yeah, you kept me away, you know you did)
Ive loved her oh, so long
(so why dont you come right out and say it, stupid? )
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
My intentions are quite sincere
(thats not what you said the other night)
And all you can do is sneer
(so go ahead and kid yourself youre right)
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
Ive got a better chance than you do
I know that you want her too
Youre such a hopeless romantic
She told me youre so predictable and nice
She only did you a favor once or twice
Once or twice
She makes me go so wrong
(so why dont you lie back and enjoy it? )
Oh, my conscience is clear and strong
(yes, she says Im just the boy for it)
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
I know that you want her too
I know that you want her too
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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You Want Her Too
She makes me go so wrong
(yeah, you kept me away, you know you did)
Ive loved her oh, so long
(so why dont you come right out and say it, stupid? )
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
My intentions are quite sincere
(thats not what you said the other night)
And all you can do is sneer
(so go ahead and kid yourself youre right)
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
Ive got a better chance than you do
I know that you want her too
Youre such a hopeless romantic
She told me youre so predictable and nice
She only did you a favor once or twice
Once or twice
She makes me go so wrong
(so why dont you lie back and enjoy it? )
Oh, my conscience is clear and strong
(yes, she says Im just the boy for it)
She makes me do things I dont want to do
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too
I know that you want her too
I know that you want her too
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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You Want Her Too
She makes me go so wrong.
(yeah you kept me awake you know you did)
Ive loved her oh so long.
(so why dont you come right out and say it, stupid)?
She makes me do things I dont want to do,
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too.
My intentions are quite sincere,
(thats not what you said the other night)
And all you can do is sneer,
(go ahead and kid yourself youre right)
She makes me do things I dont want to do,
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too.
Ive got a better chance than you do,
I know that you want her too.
Youre such a hopeless romantic
She told me youre so predictable and nice,
She only did you a favour once or twice,
Once or twice.
She makes me go so wrong.
(so why dont you lie back and enjoy it)?
My conscience is clear and strong
(yes she says Im just the boy for it).
She makes me do things I dont want to do,
I dont know why I should be telling you
I know that you want her too,
I know that you want her too,
I know that you want her too.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Sonnet- Life Is Flexible
It is not wrong to make mistakes often;
It is not wrong to do blunders in life;
It is not wrong to see mishaps happen;
It is not wrong to panic 'midst your strife.
It is not wrong to be lazy some days;
It is not wrong to make decisions wrong;
It is not wrong to squander wealth some ways;
It is not wrong to love a thing for long.
It is not wrong to come late while bell chimes,
It is not wrong to selfish be, at times;
It is not wrong to envy some sometimes;
It is not wrong to sin too many times.
It is not wrong to err where others don't;
'Tis wrong to feel guilty when others won't.
poem by John Celes
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