I've got a nice little crafty deal with the people in Barbados; 10 days out there teaching the locals how to play darts for an hour a day. Get paid for that as well.
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My whole deal when I do accents or dialects is I gotta fool the locals. If I fool the locals then I've done my job.
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Deal
Since it costs a lot to win, and even more to lose,
You and me bound to spend some time wondrin what to choose.
Goes to show, you dont ever know,
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round,
Dont you let that deal go down, no, no.
I been gamblin hereabouts for ten good solid years,
If I told you all that went down it would burn off both of your ears.
Goes to show you dont ever know
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round,
Dont you let that deal go down, no, no.
Since you poured the wine for me and tightened up my shoes,
I hate to leave you sittin there, composin lonesome blues.
Goes to show you dont ever know
Watch each card you play and play it slow,
Wait until that deal come round, dont you let that deal go down.
Wait until that deal come round, dont you let that deal go down,
Wait until that deal come round, dont you let that deal go down,
Dont you let that deal go down, dont you let that deal go down.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Teaching a Jew to deal in the market is like teaching grandmother to eat her eggs.
Yeah, it's nice to get paid for therapy rather than having to pay $240 an hour for it.
quote by Ron Perlman
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I Paid The Price
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Well Im sick and tired
Of your alibis,
And your indiscreet lies
Just wont get you by,
Over and over and over and over again.
And your family,
Your forced superiority,
Your azure delusions of grandeur,
Are gonna cut you free,
Over and over and over and over again.
Youre as cold as ice.
Ahh, youre not miss nice,
And I paid the price.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Oh, without a doubt,
I paid the price.
And up and down, round, round you go,
But you know one monkey
Dont stop no show.
Its plain to see
Youre in need of help,
But I just cant go on
And whip myself
Over and over and over, over again.
Ahh, you can count me out.
Ahh, without a doubt,
You know, I paid the price.
Ahh, youre not miss nice.
Youre as cold as ice,
And I paid the price.
Yes I did.
You know I did.
And I just wanna know
Whos your sponsor.
I just wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
I just a-wanna know, oh,
Whos your angel.
{backup singers} [i paid the price.]
Sing the song.
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
And be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Hey, hey!!
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
And dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Dont discriminate your sponsor.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Bow down to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
Uhh, be good!
[i paid the price.]
Be good to your angel.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it. (? ? )
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
I tried for to blow it (? ? ), one more time.
[i paid the price.]
If you blow it one more time, I say,
[i paid the price.]
Oh, youre as
Cold as ice,
And youre not miss nice,
And Ive definitely
Paid the price.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I tried not to make God this big deal in Joan's life. She treats God like a friend: she's nice to him some days, and other days mean, and then cries when she needs help.
quote by Amber Tamblyn
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Conceal Me
Conceal Me
(Xavier Rudd)
Hey Now
I'm speaking once again
Oh yeah
My name is your head
So strange
These people that you have
That's right my friend
It's all just where you're at
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
Take me
Conceal me where you like
You will see it open
From within I will rise
Like seasons
Your flavour will die
On and on these people
They'll listen every time
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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Conceal Me
Conceal Me
(Xavier Rudd)
Hey Now
I'm speaking once again
Oh yeah
My name is your head
So strange
These people that you have
That's right my friend
It's all just where you're at
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
Take me
Conceal me where you like
You will see it open
From within I will rise
Like seasons
Your flavour will die
On and on these people
They'll listen every time
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
This is how I like to play
This is how I feel these days
song performed by by Xavier Rudd
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But here's the deal: If I were smart, I could figure out curling. If I were even smarter, I could figure out why people would actually watch other people doing it. I have tried. I can't. I can't even figure out the object of the game. Is it like darts? I just don't get it.
quote by Bob Schieffer
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Busker Joe
He busks at the street corner every day
For an hour at least his guitar he does play
A musician song writer and a man of song
As he does play he always sings along.
On the sidewalk by him an open money tin
And those who choose to do so dropp a coin or two in
The sidewalk diners he does entertain
Though for his great talents little is his financial gain.
With brown beard and long brown hair he looks thirty years or so
The fellow that the locals refer to as Busker Joe
One of the friendliest people in the old seaside town
He smiles and nods in greeting as he does sing to people passing up and down.
Every day at the street corner he sings and plays guitar
Just to earn ten to twenty dollars for a few drinks at the public bar
A character in his own right though without wealth and fame
The town's best known entertainer Busker Joe is his nickname.
poem by Francis Duggan
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My Destiny Song
My destiny
I don't know much about because God never menioned
Where I will go through my destiny
But I have the feelings that in my destiny I will find so many surprises Each single day that I live my life here on the earth
What does the earth have to offer me?
Fresh food and fresh water every single day
What doors are open in that destiny?
I know that God will let me enter that doors in my destiny
But in every door that I go through I will find so many happy moments in My life
And also I have the feeling that God wants to see me happy
Friendship sometimes causes pain
Don't talk about hate
Don't spread hate over the internet
At the harbour I walk alone to get to that Island that is called Barbados
Barbados shine so bright and beautiful today
But in Barbados I shall fish the fish
To feed all the Barbadians
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Life
life is unfair
it seems you don't get everything you needed
life is like a battlefield
there's always a war to deal with
in life all i can hear is the sound of people screaming
in life all i can see is tragedies
people dying over there, people dying over here
life is like a novel
it has its beginning and its ending
life is a like a 3D video game
but only play in reality
every moments
every second
every hour
every year
people are dying
life is like a barren field
life is like a broken wing
oh life
why do have to come this way
why do you bring people into this
why there is to many wars
life
poem by Guenael Oristel
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I Better Be Good
If I ain't cool
My daddy gonna send me
To Military School
If I ain't nice
My girlie gonna freeze me
With cold shoulder ice
If I'm real late
My teacher gonna use me
For alligator bait
So, I better be good
I better be good
If I jump on the gas
The cops are gonna jump
All over my back
If I smoke too much
Doctor says he's gonna
Put my lungs in a crutch
If I'm caught without my pants
Consuelo's dad is gonna shoot
Until he sees me dance
So, I better be good
I had better be good
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
You better be nice tonight
If I spray it on the seat
Lady gonna tie a big knot
In the meat
If I spewey too fast
Lover's gonna stick
My Wrangler in a cast
If zipper grabs skin
I'll know I had it out
When I shoulda kept it in
Ow.
I better be good
I better be good
I better be good
Ooh.
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
You better be nice
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - you better be
Nice, nice, nice - Uh, uh, uh, uh
Nice, nice, nice
I'd better be nice tonight - yeah
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
Nice, nice, nice
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Be As You Are
Never gonna look back
Once my feet hit the sand
I've had it up to here with this rat race
Need a smile on my face
I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start
Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star
And be as you are
Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year
I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start
Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star
And be as you are
I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist, a beach bum, or a star
And be as you are
song performed by by Kenny Chesney
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I Know People
I know people who help you through the night.
And I know people who
fight that very good fight.
And, I know people who're goin for the gold.
And, I know people got them aces so you better fold.
I know people who are quick to light your cigarette.
And, I know people who say 'Buddy, ya ain't seen nothin yet.'
I know people who're workin harder every day.
And I know people who got kids come out to play.
I know people, you know people, said, I'm not so different from you.
Won't you be one of my people who
Who do too.. Won't you be one of my people who.
I know people who
are cruisin up and down the track, and
I know people who
won't be comin back.
I know people ridin too high at the wheel.
And, I know people, there to cut you that dirty deal.
I know people who'll take you into town. And, I know people who
really get around.
And I know people who're buskin up and down the mall.
And, I know people who're gonna take a fall.
I know people, you know people, see, I'm not so different from you?
Won't you be one of my people too. Said, won't you be one of my people who, who do too.
poem by Buddy Bee Anthony
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You Broke Their 'Image' Rule!
Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.
Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people rated,
You much too light!
And they decided,
Amongst themselves to fight!
Whatever that was you had eroded...
Those warm shoulders to freeze cold.
Whatever that was you showed them, molded.
And corroded your bold hold.
You've been demoted,
To a warting toad.
Now the people want you scolded...
For what they chose you sold!
Twice you've paid it.
That price.
To be nice.
And polite.
But the people you baited,
Decided...
They wanted to see,
That side that fights.
Now...
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.
Twice you've paid it.
That price.
Now...
Divided they delight to fight,
Among themselves.
Blaming with claims they raise...
You duped them with your cool.
They see themselves as fools.
You broke their 'image' rule!
And for them that is not cool...
At all!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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People think I must have been turning cartwheels on the night I sealed the movie deal - which was only two days after sealing the book deal - but I was really quite terrified.
quote by Laura Hillenbrand
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Brain Lost
Don't do a thing
Don't make a choice
Keep watchin t.v.
Straight to the point
Do what it tells you
Hate what's described
Don't deal with people
Deal with the lies
Some say thats brainwashed
Say what they will
Do what i have to
To pay the bills
Back to the job now
İ gotta get paid
İ'm making money
İ'm getting' laid
Too much double talking
Too much i can't share
İ'm living here, brain lost
Don't know how to share
poem by Talile Ali
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It took me about three years to write About Grace. I wasn't teaching two of those years, so I was working eight-hour days, five days a week. And it would include research and reading - it wasn't just a blank page, laying down words.
quote by Anthony Doerr
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Let's Play Nice
Let's play nice.
No need for spinning wheels,
Or the rolling of dice.
The pie secretly sliced...
Could be tasty for all.
If we stopped tossing chips,
With no thought to their fall!
Let's play nice!
Why gamble on bets..
To entice more regrets?
If those at the table enjoy eating cake...
Make sure there's enough,
For all to take a taste.
Why spoil or waste,
A gathering that takes place?
Let's place nice...
And allow for open dialogue.
Excite all appetites that come,
Forget about etiquette, rules and laws!
Let's play nice!
Put a smile on these 'tight' jaws!
Even those who seem to always win...
Appear to be frowning for no reason at all!
Let's play nice!
And break down those uptight walls!
Loosen up and let's go skipping...
Down those dull and dim-witted halls.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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