I'm a little bit more unusual so I consider myself as the black sheep.
quote by Ann Wilson
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In a distant land many years ago, there lived a black sheep. It was executed by firing squad. A century later, the grieving flock erected an equestrian statue in honor of the slain sheep that looked very nice in the park. In the years that followed, every time a black sheep appeared, it was executed so that ordinary sheep could practice sculpture.
Augusto Monterroso in The Black Sheep and Other Fables (1969)
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Its Not Unusual
Its not unusual to be loved by anyone
Its not unusual to have fun with anyone
But when I see you hanging about with anyone
Its not unusual to see me cry,
Oh I wanna die
Its not unusual to go out at any time
But when I see you out and about its such a crime
If you should ever want to be loved by anyone,
Its not unusual it happens every day no matter what you say
You find it happens all the time
Love will never do what you want it to
Why cant this crazy love be mine
Its not unusual, to be mad with anyone
Its not unusual, to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that youve changed at anytime
Its not unusual to find out that Im in love with you
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Its Not Unusual
Its not unusual to be love by anyone
Its not unusual to have fun with anyone
When I see you hanging about with anyone
Its not unusual to see me cry
I wanna die
Its not unusual to go out at anytime
When I see you out and about its such a crime
If you should ever want to be love by anyone
Its not unusual it happens every day
No matter what you say
Youll find its happens all the time
Love will never do whatcha you want it to
Why cant this crazy love be mine
Its not unusual to be mad at anyone
Its not unusual to be sad with anyone
But if I ever find that you have changed at anytime
Its not unusual to find out Im in love with you
song performed by by Cher
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It's Not Unsual
It's not unusual to be loved by anyone
It's not unusual to have fun with anyone
but when I see you hanging about with anyone
It's not unusual to see me cry, oh I wanna' die
It's not unusual to go out at any time
but when I see you out and about it's such a crime
if you should ever want to be loved by anyone, It's not unusual
it happens every day no matter what you say
you find it happens all the time
love will never do what you want it to
why can't this crazy love be mine
It's not unusual, to be mad with anyone
It's not unusual, to be sad with anyone
but if I ever find that you've changed at anytime
it's not unusual
to find out that I'm in love with you
whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
song performed by by Tom Jones
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Not So Usual
This is the most unusual story, of a most unusual girl
she's the paint in my picture, of a most unusual world
she can crawl out the frame while shes hanging on the wall
and shes calling my name
shes not so usual, wo
shes most unusual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes mostly a ghost, the way she watches over me
she complains when I smoke, but then you do the same to me
shes controlling my brain activity, knowing when i go to sleep
she'll catch you when I'm falling hard
shes so unusual
shes not so usual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes not so hooked on the drugs like I thought that she was
and never sucking on the lime, and hardly sipping on the wine
and dispite of her bipolar rollercoastering
I think I can trust, she'll keep me singing differently
and its fine cause shes with me now, most all of the time
trying to saving my life, thinking none of her own
and always kissing me goodnight when i just need to be alone
shes so sweet, so discrete, shes exactly what I need
not even make believe
shes not so usual
so unusual
shes not so usual
so unusual
not so usual, and not to practical either
but shes not so mystical, but not to magical either
but shes not so outta control, and not so used to the flow
shes not so usual
nah, shes a natural
ohhh, shes not so usual
shes most unusual
shes so unusual
shes so unusual
shes gonna use me ohhh
shes not so u...
shes not so u...
not so u...
not so....
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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So Unusual (Live @ Java Joes - 06.27.02)
This is the most unusual story, of a most unusual girl
she stood painting my picture, of a most unusual world
she can crawl out of frame while shes hanging on the wall
and shes calling my name
shes not so usual
shes most unusual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes mostly a ghost, the way she watches over me
she complains when i smoke, but then you do the same to me
shes controlling my brain activity, knowing when i go to sleep
she'll catch you when I'm falling hard
shes so unusual
shes not so usual
shes not so usual
shes so unusual
shes not so hooked on the drugs like i thought she was
and never sucking on the lime, and hardly sipping on the wine
and dispite of her biopolar rollercoastering
i think i can try, she'll keep me singing differently
and its fine cause shes with me now, most all of the time
trying to saving the light, thinking not of her own
and always kissing me goodnight when i just need to be alone
shes so sweet, so discrete, shes exactly what i need
not even make believe
shes not so usual
so unusual
shes not so usual
so unusual
not so usual, and not to practical either
but shes not so mystical, but not to magical either
but shes not so outta control, and not so used to the flow
shes not so usual
nah, shes a natural
ohhh, shes not so usual
shes most unusual
shes so unusual
shes so unusual
shes gonna use me ohhh
shes not so u...
shes not so u...
not so u...
not so....
song performed by by Jason Mraz
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Playing Together
Black, black, black sheep;
White, white, white sheep;
And of the white cow and the black cow playing together,
For the muse of joy is now crowned with peace and love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Afraid no, I wasn't afraid but it was an unusual thing, it was an unusual feeling. It was an unusual atmosphere for me having grown up in this country and, and, and never seeing anything like that.
quote by Ralph Boston
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Unusual Heat
My mind tells me, what will be, shall be
Not a thing I can do about it
cause in my heart I cant do without it
Its so cold out here, like minus ten degrees
And Im trying to get through to you
Ive got my heart on ice, and its about to freeze
Only you, can pull me through
cause I want some of your unusual heat
I need more and more, unusual heat
My body tells me, hold on, I gotta hold on
But Im so cold and hungry
All stretched out like a month of sundays
Ive been out of my head, from that very first day
Searching for somebody like you
Ive been stumblin around, every step of the way
And only you can pull me through
cause I want some of your unusual heat
And I need more and more, unusual heat
I need it every way, every minute of the day
Baby Im yours,Ill do anything you say
If you just give me some of your warm unusual heat
Its so cold out here, Im about to freeze
And Im still trying to get through to you
Ive got my heart on ice, oh baby please, please, please
Only you, can pull me through
Cause I want some of your unusual heat
And I need more and more, unusual heat
I need it every way, every minute of the day
Baby Im yours,Ill do anything you say
If you just give me some of your warm
Baby wont you keep me warm, with your unusual heat...
song performed by by Foreigner
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The Ballad of the Black-Sheep
A black-sheep, from England, who worked on the run –
Riding where the stockmen ride –
He sat by the hut when the day’s work was done –
Lone huts where the black sheep bide.
“I’m tired of my life!” to his lone self said he,
“My girl and my country are both done with me!”
“I’m tired of my life!” to the wide scrubs said he –
“My girl and my country are long done with me!”
He took from a packet a portrait and curl –
Such things as the exiles keep –
And sadly he gazed at the face of the girl –
Lost girl of a lost black-sheep.
“I’ll go where there’s fighting and die there!” said he;
“My girl and my country are well rid of me.
“I’ll go where there’s fighting and die there,” said he;
“For heart-break and country that’s well rid of me!”
He rode with a thousand, he rode with the best –
Riding as bushmen ride –
Who’d ridden alone on the wastes of the West –
Wide wastes where the drought-fiends bide,
They rode as they’d ride to an up-country ball,
And the laugh of the black-sheep was lightest of all!
The road was a shambles, the hill was a hell –
Red rosed where the reckless ride –
And he with the foremost lay torn by a shell –
(Die hard where your father died!)
“the death of a rebel!” he laughed as he groaned –
“for the land that adoptee – the land that disowned!”
the death of a black-sheep! – they laugh as they groan –
for the lands that adopt and the lands that disown!
poem by Henry Lawson
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The Black Sheep
'Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?'
'Yes, sir-yes, sir: three bags full.'
'I don't want any New Thought,' said he,
'Or any Theosophy, for, you see,
The faith I learned at my mother's knee
Is good enough for me.
Of course, I'm a wee bit broader than she,
Hearing one sermon where she heard three,
And I read my paper on Sunday, instead
Of the Bible only. My mother said
I was a black sheep, when she saw
I strayed a trifle away from the law,
And didn't think everyone left in the lurch
Who happened to go to a different church;
But, still, in the main, her creed is mine,
And I don't want anything more divine.'
Yet his mother's mother was more austere;
She taught her children a creed of fear,
And she called them 'black sheep' when, with a shock,
She saw them straying away from the flock,
Just far enough
To get around places they thought too rough,
Like infant damnation and endless hell.
But his mother's mother's mother would tell
How her mother thought it was God's sweet will
To punish and torture a heretic till
They drove out the devil that made him dare
Think for himself in the matter of prayer
And faith and salvation. So we see how it is
If we look back over the centuries-
The creeds men learned at their mother's knee
When Salem witches were hanged to a tree,
And the pious dames flocked thither to see,
Are not deemed Christian or holy to-day;
And the bold black sheep who went straying away
From rut-worn paths in their search for God,
And leaped over the fence into pastures broad,
Are the great trail-makers for mortal souls,
Leading the race up to higher goals
And a larger religion; where man must find
God dwelling ever within his mind,
Christ in his conduct, and heaven in his thought,
And hell but the places where love is not.
A mighty religion that makes this earth
But the cradle that fits us for death's new birth
And the life beyond it, that is so near
Its echoes may reach to the listening ear.
'Black sheep, black sheep, have you any wool?'
'Yes, sir-yes, sir: a whole world full.'
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Mr. Sheep
Golly, mister, where you going? you'll be late for work careful or you'll drop your briefcase jesus, what a jerk there he goes down to the subway off to catch the train too bad for him he forgot
Umbrella poor mr. sheep you're wet mr. sheep walk on, mr. sheep walk on tell me, how's your little family? how's your little wife? are you going to live with these monsters for the rest of your
Maybe you got a little girlfriend stashed somewhere in town may be you ain't got a little girlfriend ha ha ha ha ha poor mr. sheep he's a lonely guy too walk on mr. sheep walk on dance, mister!
He's doin' ok oh, oh oh, he's all right let him get up by himself now i don't want to be too rough and i don't want to be too mean you're right - this world is awful tough i know exactly what y
An but i want you to know exactly how i feel and to tell you the truth right now i feel like going i feel like going baa baa mr. sheep careful, you're walking all over your own self now walk on,
Sheep walk on, mr. sheep walk
On, mr. sheep walk on
song performed by by Randy Newman
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Unusually Unusual
(mark mcguinn)
She introduced herself as amy, said call me caroline for short
I just moved in three doors down so I wouldnt be the girl next door
And I knew the shoes she wasnt wearing fit her just right
She said, hey, man did you know that somebody left your grass out in the yard all night?
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
She had a tattoo above her ankle of a trident submarine
She said it symbolizes awesome powers hidden deep within our dreams
And her diamond eyes, different in color, held me captive in their light
And she said hey, man did you know we used to be brothers in some past life?
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
Some people may think shes strange, a different cup of tea
But she just does it for me
Shes unusually unusual
Absolutely unpredictable
Shes so different and thats whats wonderful
Shes unusually unusual
And thats beautiful to me
song performed by by Lonestar
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The Black Rose
from a crevice of a rock
a black rose grows
it blooms on dark dreams
its petals are the ones that you do not ordinarily
see in the morning
the sun sometimes pays attention
to its being unusual
not being just any rose in the garden
it gives it more light hoping that someday
it may become white
the black rose is faithful
until it wilted
the dews miss it: the black rose is true
to its nature.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Sheep
Sometimes I get so angry with the simple life they lead
The shepherds smile seems to confirm my fears
Theyve never questioned anything, theyve never disagreed
Sometimes I think they must have wool in their ears
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against
When I was young they used to get me counting sheep
But the counting I did was all in vain
No when Im tired and Im trying to get to sleep
I count humans jumping onto trains
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against
[influential guitar break]
And when you see a can I see a crook
And when you see a crowd I see a flock
Its sheep were up against
Sheep were up against
song performed by by Housemartins
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Anything that excites me for any reason, I will photograph; not searching for unusual subject matter, but making the commonplace unusual.
quote by Edward Weston
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An Unusual Kiss
it's 1:25 a.m. i think i've seen that look somewhere before
1:25 a.m. i thought you were headed for the door
then something touched my skin
i wont ask you to leave here any more
was it talk or the drink or the dance that led to this
was i so naive presuming the innocence
well its 1:54 and it's such an unusual kiss
CHORUS:
come on come on come on
over and over
come on come on come on
we all wanted this
come on come on come on
over and over
its such an unusual kiss
the smell the taste the touch is so brand new
the thrill of the eyes that capture this forbidden view
its 2:45 and you'll have some explaining to do
it's 3:17 a.m. please let me into you eyes
it's 4:23 i try to hold on as you rise
i'll give you all that i have if thats what you want me to try
CHORUS
its 5:26 a.m. i've got nothing left that i can say
5:26 a.m. black and white has melted into grey
my baby draws the shades as the taxi pulls away
CHORUS
song performed by by Melissa Etheridge
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Sleepless
How many sheep have jumped the fence
as I lie in bed wide-awake?
More than the wooly herd like things
be allowed for goodness sake.
I'm waiting for that black sheep to jump
and give my eyes a break.
But I guess he's lost within the herd
for I find I'm still wake.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I write to you because once I worked in your shipping trade
The earliest publication date for the 'Baa, baa black sheep' rhyme or poem is dated 1744. Music was first published for 'Baa, baa black sheep' was in the early nineteenth century making it into a song for children.
The handsome Dictator who cries in debris and he wants a solace it seems?
Under the British management.
Yes Boss! The Buddha said; ' There is no place to hide from our past sins
Not even in the Sky or on Earth,
Somewhere else.'
For the solace I quote this nursery rhyme in gratitude;
'Baa baa black sheep, have you any wool?
Yes sir, yes sir, three bags full!
One for the master, one for the dame,
And one for the little boy who lives down the lane.'
*I dedicate this poem to the British Master E.B.Harrison, We worked together on a Libyan Tanker ship 'Um El Faroud' Twenty years ago.I remember the vessel carried crude oil from Benghazi, Tobruk and Tripoli to Italian ports.Oh! The heavy bags of wine we finished together, port of Siracusa & Augusta in Sicily.It's a fading dream and we're just old mile posts now.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Bring On The Night (Dream Chaser)
I've got nothing in my head, got a floor for a bed.
My future's at the bottom of a teacup
I've got half a pair of shoes and no time to lose.
I'm wondering when I'm gonna wise up
So, Fortune, shine your light on me (and my nose),
Cause I need some security.
You get a little bad luck and it grows and it grows.
I'm the black sheep of the family.
I've got half a pound of rice, a beard full of lice,
Political retrogression.
I've got a pocket full of dust, and eating is a must
If you want to make a good impression.
So, Fortune shine your light on me (and my dog),
Cause we need some security.
While other folks are living high on the hog.
I'm the black sheep of the family.
Don't talk to me about Society.
You got to play by the rules or pay the penalty.
Because there's nothing to choose between a handful of blues.
Double indemnity.
The whole world's wrong and my shadow's getting long.
I realize this song don't mean much.
I got an ache in my head. I want to go to bed.
Tomorrow, I don't have to wake up.
So, Wisdom shine your light on me (and my knees).
It's true what they say about familiarity.
There's nothing good this way, it's true what they say!
I'm the black sheep of the family.
song performed by by Rainbow
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