When I came to America Al Unser, Jr. was very difficult. And Bobby Unser.
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Yellow usually means it's not that serious.
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I feel honesty always works.
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Success is where preparation and opportunity meet.
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Desire! That's the one secret of every man's career. Not education. Not being born with hidden talents. Desire.
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Nobody remembers who finished second but the guy who finished second.
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Dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately, he didn't teach me everything he knows.
Die Häfen Waren Geöffnet
Die Häfen waren geöffnet. Wir schifften uns ein,
die Segel voraus, den Traum über Bord,
Stahl an den Knien und Lachen um unsere Haare,
denn unsere Ruder trafen ins Meer, schneller als Gott.
Unsere Ruder schlugen die Schaufeln Gottes und teilten
die Flut;
vorne war Tag, und hinten blieben die Nächte,
oben war unser Stern, und unten versanken die andern,
draußen verstummte der Sturm, und drinnen wuchs unsre
Faust.
Erst als ein Regen entbrannte, lauschten wir wieder;
Speere stürzten herab und Engel traten hervor,
hefteten schwärzere Augen in unsere schwarzen.
Vernichtet standen wir da. Unser Wappen flog auf:
Ein Kreuz im Blut und ein größeres Schiff überm Herzen.
poem by Ingeborg Bachmann
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I tell all the rookies that come into our series and all the young drivers they can come ask me anything at any time, and we'll give them the straight shoot.
I wouldn't mind meeting Eddie Van Halen. That would be great. We need to invite him to a race.
Gut, Dass Es Freunde Gibt
(power to all our friends)
Refr:-
Gut, dass es freunde gibt, und musik, die man nie vergisst
Gut ist alles, was jemand liebt, es ist gut, dass du bei mir bist
Da ist ein mann, der lebt fuer seine rosen
Sie sind das glueck fuer ihn, schoen, dass blumen bluehn
Und eine dame malt jeden tag ein bild
Nur aus freude dran, schoen, dass sie das kann
Und da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Da geht ein mann hinter seinem pflug
Er lebt von seiner erde, gut, dass sie ihn naehrt
Ein maedchen liegt am strand von monte carlo
Die sonne streichelt sie, schoen, dass sonne waermt
Denn da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Denn da bin ich und denke an uns zwei und hoere unser lied
Und habe etwas, das mir bleibt, was immer auch geschieht
(refr.)
Gut ist alles, was jemand liebt, es ist gut, dass du bei mir bist
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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I've got a great team of engineers behind this race car. I've got a great bunch of mechanics that make it reliable. This car is developed to go out there and be better than the Reynard, and I feel that it is.
The only thing that's changed is the competitiveness of the series. It's only become harder to win in our series as the years have gone by. Competition breeds good things, and that's what's happened here.
If we get in an accident that's strong enough to break bones, it's going to break bones. What makes me a little bit higher risk is that if I break my right ankle again, I've got a bunch of screws and plates in there, and that would not be good.
America
(Francis Scott Key)
Oh, say, can you see
By the dawn's early light
What so proudly we hailed
At the twilight's last gleaming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we watched were so
Gallantly streaming?
America, America, America
America, America, America
And the rocket's red glare
The bombs bursting in air
Gave proof through the night
That our flag was still there
Oh, say, does that star
Spangled banner yet wave
Over the land of the free
And the home of the brave!
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America, America
America, America
ooohhh
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Brillantin´ Brutal´
We are talking bout inside outside
Zeichen der zeit verschont uns blo
Wo wir sind ist vorne, sind wir hinten,
Dann ist hinten vorne, schonungslos
Und was hier jeder wei, dazu ist es immer noch zu hei
No plastic money an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Wir tanzen wieder brillantin' brutal'
Still talking bout software, hardware
Going nowhere hatten wir doch schon
Hei von pelz umkleidet, jeder herz erleidet schmerz
Ist das der liebe lohn
Und was hier jeder wei, lust und luxus nehmen ihren preis
Accept no credit cards an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, mach's nochmal
Willst du der schsse hall im club fatal
Get it up, don't give it up
Ich seh deutlich einen neuen fall
Get it up, don't give it up
Im fall der fälle brillantin' brutal'
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - ancora coca co - coca
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - what's the last word they said, man ?
Allright
Hoch das bein ...
Play again - c'mon sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal'
Brutal'
song performed by by Falco
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Bobby's Arms
(Dolly Parton)
Bobby's arms, they are warm when he holds me
Bobby's arms always comfort and console me
When I'm in his arms held tight
I know everything's alright
Just as long as I'm inside bobby's arms
Chorus:
Bobby's arms always welcome me inside
Bobby's arms always hold me when I cry
Bobby's arms are my shelter from life's storms
And I feel so safe in Bobby's arms
Bobby's arms, they are strong but they're tender
Bobby's arms reach for me and I surrender
When he reaches out for me, I'm never out of reach
And I always want to be in Bobby's arms
Repeat Chorus
song performed by by Dolly Parton
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Brillantin Acute;Brutal Acute ;
We are talking bout inside outside
Zeichen der zeit verschont uns blo
Wo wir sind ist vorne, sind wir hinten,
Dann ist hinten vorne, schonungslos
Und was hier jeder wei, dazu ist es immer noch zu hei
No plastic money an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, machs nochmal
Wir tanzen wieder brillantin brutal
Still talking bout software, hardware
Going nowhere hatten wir doch schon
Hei von pelz umkleidet, jeder herz erleidet schmerz
Ist das der liebe lohn
Und was hier jeder wei, lust und luxus nehmen ihren preis
Accept no credit cards an der bar, was seh ich oh lala - wunderbar
Nehmen sie hoch das bein, treten sie ein
Unser tanz, er mu der nchste sein
Play again, sam, machs nochmal
Willst du der schsse hall Im club fatal
Get it up, dont give it up
Ich seh deutlich einen neuen fall
Get it up, dont give it up
Im fall der fälle brillantin brutal
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - ancora coca co - coca
Ancora coca co - ancora cora coca - whats the last word they said, man ?
Allright
Hoch das bein ...
Play again - cmon sam
Let us hear that tune
Do it again
Play
Brutal
Brutal
song performed by by Falco
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Unser Gott
They held a great prayer-service in Berlin,
And augured German triumph from some words
Said to be spoken by the Jewish God
To Gideon, which signified that He
Was staunchly partial to the Israelites.
The aisles were thronged; and in the royal box
(I had it from a tourist who was there,
Clutching her passport, anxious, like the rest),
There sat the Kaiser, looking 'very sad.'
And then they sang; she said it shook the heart.
The women sobbed; tears salted bearded lips
Unheeded; and my friend looked back and saw
A young girl crumple in her mother's arms.
They carried out a score of them, she said,
While German hearts, through bursting German throats
Poured out, Ein Feste Burg Ist Unser Gott!
(Yea, 'Unser Gott! Our strength is Unser Gott!
Not that light-minded Bon Dieu of France!')
I think we all have made our God too small.
There was a young man, a good while ago,
Who taught that doctrine... but they murdered him
Because he wished to share the Jewish God
With other folk.
They are long-lived, these fierce
Old hating Gods of nations; but at last
There surely will be spilled enough of blood
To drown them all! The deeps of sea and air,
Of old the seat of gods, no more are safe,
For mines and monoplanes. The Germans, now,
Can surely find and rout the God of France
With Zeppelins, or some slim mother's son
Of Paris, or of Tours, or Brittany,
Can drop a bomb into the Feste Burg,
And, having crushed the source of German strength,
Die happy in his blazing monoplane.
Sad jesting! If there be no God at all,
Save in the heart of man, why, even so --
Yea, all the more, -- since we must make our God,
Oh, let us make Him large enough for all,
Or cease to prate of Him! If kings must fight,
Let them fight for their glory, openly,
And plain men for their lands and for their homes,
And heady youths, who go to see the fun,
Blaspheme not God. True, maybe we might leave
The God of Germany to some poor frau
Who cannot go, who can but wait and mourn,
Except that she will teach Him to her sons --
A God quite scornful of the Slavic soul,
And much concerned to keep Alsace-Lorraine.
They should go godless, too -- the poor, benumbed
Crushed, anguished women, till their hearts can hold
A greater Comforter!
(Yet it is hard
To make Him big enough! For me, I like
The English and the Germans and the French,
The Russians, too; and Servians, I should think,
Might well be very interesting to God.
But, do the best I may, my God is white,
And hardly takes a nigger seriously
This side of Africa. Not those, at least
Who steal my wood, and of a summer night
Keep me awake with shouting, where they sit
With monkey-like fidelity and glee
Grinding through their well-oiled sausage-mill --
The dead machinery of the white man's church --
Raw jungle-fervor, mixed with scraps sucked dry
Of Israel's old sublimities: not those.
And when they threaten us, the Higher Race,
Think you, which side is God's? Oh, let us pray
Lest blood yet spurt to wash that black skin white,
As now it flows because a German hates
A Cossack, and an Austrian a Serb!)
What was it that he said so long ago,
The young man who outgrew the Jewish God --
'Not a sparrow falleth --?' Ah, God, God,
And there shall fall a million murdered men!
poem by Karle Wilson Baker
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