I wish I could remember where I put things. I spend half my life looking for my keys. With the other half I look for my glasses.
quote by Sara Paretsky
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Half The World
Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
Half the world hates
What half the world does every day
Half the world waits
While half gets on with it anyway
Half the world lives
Half the world makes
Half the world gives
While the other half takes
Half the world is
Half the world was
Half the world thinks
While the other half does
Half the world talks
With half a mind on what they say
Half the world walks
With half a mind to run away
Half the world lies
Half the world learns
Half the world flies
As half the world turns
Half the world cries
Half the world laughs
Half the world tries
To be the other half
Half of us divided like a torn-up photograph half of us are
Trying to reach the other half
Half the world cares
While half the world is wasting the day
Half the world shares
While half the world is stealing away
song performed by by Rush
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Half The World
Half the world lives,
Half the world makes,
Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates,
Half the world runs away,
Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is,
Half the world was,
Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies,
Half the world burns,
Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares,
Half the world weeps,
Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings,
Half the world laughs,
Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
End.
Half As Much
I've been up and and down the highway
And i've seen what a man can do
To some little girl along the byway
That's why i sing this song to you
If you find your baby's gone
And you don't know where or when
You wonder, yes you wonder
If you'll ever see him again
Just remember, remember
These simple words i brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought
'cause i been up and down the highway
And i watch them as they pass by
Broken hearts and i wish that they'd go my way
I'd save them every little teardrop they cry
Won't you listen?
If you think you can't go on
And life ain't got it for you no more
You're waitin' every night
For him to come walkin' through that door
Just remember, remember
These simple words that i brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought
Well, it won't hurt half as much
No, it won't hurt half as much
Lord, it won't hurt half as much as you though
Fades
And everytime you're sad, you cry
You feel like you...
song performed by by Van Morrison
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(It Won't Hurt) Half As Much
(Bert Berns)
I've been up and and down the highway
And I've seen what a man can do
To some little girl along the byway
That's why I sing this song to you
If you find your baby's gone
And you don't know where or when
You wonder, yes you wonder
If you'll ever see him again
Just remember, remember
These simple words I brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought
'Cause I been up and down the highway
And I watch them as they pass by
Broken hearts and I wish that they'd go my way
I'd save them every little teardrop they cry
Won't you listen?
If you think you can't go on
And life ain't got it for you no more
You're waitin' every night
For him to come walkin' through that door
Just remember, remember
These simple words that I brought
Soon it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much
No it won't hurt half as much as you thought
Well, it won't hurt half as much
No, it won't hurt half as much
Lord, it won't hurt half as much as you though
FADES
And everytime you're sad, you cry
You feel like you...
(Transcribed by ear; corrections requested and welcomed!)
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Half
Yesterday I said goodbye to my better half.
Yesterday I said farewell to the only one that made me laugh.
My heart is no longer whole for it has been torn in half.
My one and only has past.
I spent half of my life loving her.
Now, I’ll spend the rest of my life missing her.
She completed me.
She made me whole.
Now I’ll forever be half.
I spend half my time just living my life, and the other half analyzing it.
quote by David Schwimmer
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First Loves
Always our first love
is the one we remember most.
That love that seemed beyond our grasp
and always got away.
I remember my first love
and all the things I did to woo her.
The love letters that took
half a dozen envelopes to send,
and the things I bought her
that were all in vain.
We talked to one another
and that’s as far as it got,
no hugs and kisses there.
Then as fast as she entered my life,
she was gone from it.
I heard a few stories,
but never saw her again.
She alone has inspired
so many writings in my life
that I would dearly love to meet her just once again.
I have often thought of writing
to the old address where she lived,
but I know she doesn’t liver there anymore.
What happened to her
I could never rightly say,
for all I know
she could live a half a world away.
However, wherever she is after forty years
I still remember her
as if it were yesterday.
I guess that’s how some of our first loves go,
slipping through our fingers
like tiny grains of sand.
Leaving us with only memories
of what our life might have been.
16-17 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Many of us spend half of our time wishing for things we could have if we didn't spend half our time wishing.
quote by Alexander Woollcott
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The Moneygoround
Robert owes half to grenville
Who in turn gave half to larry
Who adored my instrumentals
And so he gave half to a foreign publisher
She took half the money that was earned in some far distant land
Gave back half to larry and I end up with half of goodness knows what
Oh can somebody explain why things go on this way
I thought they were my friends I cant believe its me, I cant believe that Im so green
Eyes down round and round lets all sit and watch the moneygoround
Everyone take a little bit here and a little bit there
Do they all deserve money from a song that theyve never heard
They dont know the tune and they dont know the words
But they dont give a damn
Theres no end to it Im in a pit and Im stuck in it
The money goes round and around and around
And it comes out here when theyve all taken their share
I went to see a solicitor and my story was heard and the writs were served
On the verge of a nervous breakdown I decided to fight right to the end
But if I ever get my money Ill be too old and grey to spend it
Oh, but life goes on and on and no one ever wins
And time goes quickly by just like the moneygoround
I only hope that Ill survive
song performed by by Kinks
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On Count Voronstov
One half Milord, one half in trade,
One half a sage, one half a dunce,
One half a crook, but here for once
There's every hope he'll make the grade.
poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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Crossroads
The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion, and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.
The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers shifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.
The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.
poem by Joyce Sutphen
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I know half the money I spend on advertising is wasted, but I can never find out which half.
quote by John Wanamaker
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Marriage is like a dollar bill. You cannot spend half of it when you tear it in two. The value of one half depends upon the other.
Half the money I spend on advertising is wasted the trouble is I don't know which half.
quote by John Wanamaker
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I know half the money I spend on advertising is wasted. Now, if I only knew which half.
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Half the money I spend on advertising is wasted; the trouble is, I don't know which half.
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Forgetful
Can you see my keys?
I can't remember where they are
See I really need to find them
Or I can't get in the car,
Every time I walk into a room
It's all very hazy
My remember is broke
And it's driving me crazy.
Have you seen my glasses?
I'm sure I put them there
I'll just take another look
Maybe they're under the chair,
Sometimes I put things away
Where it's safe, you see
The only person that it's
Safest from usually is me.
Did you see my coat?
I left it on the hook
Oh please just help me
Take another look.
Often when I walk into a room
I say, What am I here for?
I wrack my brain all in vain
And go back through the door.
When I'm out shopping
I stop and have a chat
When that person walks away
I ask myself, Who the heck was that?
I know there's things I used to do
But now I can't remember
The urges that I used to have
Are dying like an ember.
So if you find my remember
Please let me have him back
It may have my name on
And I think it could be Jack..
© Hazel 2012
poem by Hazel Connelly
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A Picture Story For The Curious
(You supply the pictures!)
I get to meditate
in a chair!
Or against the wall
with my legs
stretched out!
(Or even in bed!)
I get to see
maybe half
of what I'm looking at!
(This changes everything!)
I get to dance
like the tipsy old men
I adored
when I was an infant!
(They never dropped me!)
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to ride a bicycle
with tall
handlebars!
(My posture improves!)
I get to give up
learning to sail!
I get to know
I will never speak
German!
I get to snuggle all
morning
with my snuggler
of choice:
counting the hours
by how many times
we get up
to pee!
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to eat chocolate
with my salad.
Or even as a first course!
I get to forget!
I get to paint
with colors
I mix myself!
Colors
I've never seen
before.
I get to sleep
with my dog
& pray never to outlive
my cat!
I get to play
music
without reading
a note!
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to sleep
in a
hammock
under the same
stars
wherever I am!
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to laugh
at all the things
I don't know
& cannot
find!
I get to greet
people I don't remember
as if I know them
very well.
After all, how different
can they be?
I get to grow
my entire
garden
in a few
pots!
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to see
& feel
the suffering
of the whole
world
& to take
a nap
when I feel
like it
anyway!
I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
I get to feel
more love
than I ever thought
existed!
Everything appears to be made
of the stuff!
I feel this
especially for You! Though I may not remember
exactly which You
you are!
How cool is this!
Still, I get to spend time with myself
whenever I want!
And that is just a taste
as the old people used to say
down in Georgia
when I was a child
of what you get
for getting old.
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there's something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for darn sure, something to get!
poem by Alice Walker
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The Rain Song
I dont think about us much anymore.
Frankly, the topic has become a bore.
And you dont come up much in my conversations.
And I dont think about you on vacation.
Oh, but when it rains.
When it rains. when it rains.
Thats when I remember. (I remember)
Thats when I remember. (I remember)
I remember you. (oh, I remember you)
I remember you.
I dont think about you when Im sleeping.
Oh, it doesnt even cross my dream-like mind. (oh)
And I dont think I see your face through the curtain.
Hell, I dont even miss you half the time. (half the time)
Oh, when it rains. when it rains. when it rains.
Thats when I remember. (I remember)
Yeah, thats when I remember. (I remember)
I remember you. (oh, I remember you)
I remember you.
Rain, rain, go away.
Im doing fine as long as you stay locked up inside a cloud of grey.
Rain, rain. rain, rain, rain. rain, rain. rain. rain!
cause when it rains. yeah, when it rains. when it rains.
Thats when I remember. (I remember)
Yeah, thats when I remember. (I remember)
I remember you. (I remember)
I remember you. (I remember you)
Thats when I remember. (I remember)
The only time I remember. (I remember)
I remember you. (oh, I remember you) I remember you.
song performed by by Hootie & The Blowfish
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Escape.
Let me escape,
From my own machinations,
From my own bitter creations,
I feel like I am in an ice cage,
There's half water and half ice,
I am half frozen and half shaky,
I am half alive and half dead,
I feel like breaking through this cage,
My soul wants to runaway,
Breaking these walls,
Out of my isolation,
Out of my despair,
In this revolution,
Out of this confusion,
And escape,
Out of this hollowness,
Out of this pain, half endured and half erupting,
With this volcanic heart, aching hard,
Out of myself,
Out of this lava I breathe...
Out of this story, untold, unread,
And escape, just escape...
poem by Ayesha Riaz
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