Tell me the truth - do you think I've lost my Southern accent? I feel it comes back to me only when I'm shouting at fights or at baseball games.
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Southern Accents
Theres a southern accent, where I come from
The younguns call it country
The yankees call it dumb
I got my own way of talkin
But everything is done, with a southern accent
Where I come from
Now that drunk tank in atlantas
Just a motel room to me
Think I might go work orlando
If them orange groves dont freeze
I got my own way of workin
But everything is run, with a southern accent
Where I come from
For just a minute there I was dreaming
For just a minute it was all so real
For just a minute she was standing there, with me
Theres a dream I keep having
Where my mama comes to me
And kneels down over by the window
And says a prayer for me
I got my own way of prayin
But everyones begun
With a sou thern accent
Where I come from
I got my own way of livin
But everything gets done
With a southern accent
Where I come from
song performed by by Tom Petty
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Is There Anyone Out There?
Staring at the stars at night
it makes you wonder
if this is the only planet with life
in the vastness of space.
You feel like shouting at times.
Is there anyone out there?
People see things in the night sky
that they cannot explain.
Even in the daylight
mysterious objects appear unexplained
and all the time you feel like shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
Years from now when
we might have learned to listen,
we might find someone else
is really out there listening
to us shouting.
Is there anyone out there?
It is quite possible one day
in the truth we might find
that all the time we’ve been shouting
someone else has been out there
shouting back at us too.
Is there anyone out there?
21 February 2011
poem by David Harris
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Shouting...
i cannot sleep for this constant shouting...
the shouting of trees, the shouting of alleyways,
the shouting of rats crawling through trash.
the shouting of needles and Family Bibles,
the shouting of flags folded and given.
the shouting of machines, abandoned and morose,
the shouting of fields gone barren.
the shouting of poverty ripping color from being,
the shouting of hunger in faces silent.
the shouting of guns loaded and unloaded,
the shouting of clinics, filled without names.
the shouting of prayers wriiten in pavement,
the shouting of rivers filled with sewage.
the shouting of birth, and the shouting of death...
the shouting of love, distant and forgotten.
the shouting of god, in doubt's innumerable forms.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On Paper An Aussie
On paper an Aussie I thought I Might be
But that hardly would make an Aussie of me
I don't have the accent as most would agree
So I've decided to become an Aussie on paper not a good idea
A strong North Cork accent I do retain
So an Irishman on paper I will remain
A migrant in Australia and sad for to say
I might feel an outsider in Ireland today
Though my accent some struggle for to understand
I do love Australia this great Southern Land
The land of the World's oldest Indigenous Race
Where them and their culture by right ought to take pride of place
The home of koala and wombat and roo
Of emu, possum, rosella, lyrebird and cockatoo
poem by Francis Duggan
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Truth will ever Soothe
Truth will never die
It is patiently waiting
To come out one day
To be seen by all of us
It may now lose a deal
But, it is calculating
To strike at the right time
Its power, none can fathom
When truth is spoken
There Angels surround
And bless the soul
That fights for truth
Truth will at last triumph
It seems it has now lost
But, that is an illusion
Truth will one day win
So speak the truth always
Uttering lie invites disgrace
Wherever truth is suppressed
It, at the right time, erupts.
poem by Mailrangam Visvanathan Venkataraman
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Baseball hasn't forgotten me. I go to a lot of old-timers games and I haven't lost a thing. I sit in the bullpen and let people throw things at me. Just like old times.
quote by Bob Uecker
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Im A Southern Man
Tony joe white
Send me a pan of corn bread with some turnip greens on the side
And if you really want to mess with my head give me anything southern fried
Give me some faded blue jeans and a pair of old cowboy boots
And Im gonna tell you where I come from tell you somethin about my roots
Im a southern man, Im a southern man,
Im a southern man, (spoken) Im a southern man
Send me a woman to love me with a lot of meat on her bones
Theres something about a big lady I just cant leave em alone
Id like to take her down to the river go skinny dippin in the night
Aint nothin like being with my lady and makin love in the pale moon light
Cause Im a southern man, a hah ah Im a southern man, Im a southern
Man, southern man, Im a southern man
Give me that soulful music it sure makes me feel so nice
So I can do the alligator and get it on every saturday night
Give me that southern comfort, give me annie greensprings wine
Take me on down to the bayou and Ill sure have a real good time
Im a southern man repeated many times to end
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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I, on the other hand, have a bit of a southern accent.
quote by Michael W. Smith
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They seem to be charmed by my Southern accent.
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Southern Woman
Written by james young, raymond brandle
Lead vocals by james young
First met you in a southern town
On a warm november day
You made me smoke like a whirlwind
I knew we had nothing to say
Love me but dont try and make me stay
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[guitar solo]
Once again in the early spring
I touched your ravens crown
Your wild eyed stories of rare delight
Like to knock me down
Its getting so damn hard to put you down
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
[instrumental solos]
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Take my soul but dont you take my life
Southern woman
Make me feel good but dont you tell my wife
Southern woman
Yeah
song performed by by Styx
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The accent got lost somewhere along the way. I'm a little embarrassed about it. When I arrived in LA I assumed I'd be able to put on the American accent. It proved difficult so I had six months working with a dialect coach and it's become a habit.
quote by Martin Henderson
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No One But You
There's nowhere to wander
where I won't think
about all the loving thoughts I have
that bring me to the brink
of shouting to this world I'm in
how much I'm in love with you.
But then I stop and think
what good will all the shouting do?
The only one that should hear it
should be no one but you.
There's nowhere to wander
where I will never feel
lost within my inner self
that doesn't know how to heal.
All the hurting that's a part of me
is all because of you
Then I stop and really feel
that nothing good can come from this
'cause you'll never know how much I miss
being with you.There is no one but you.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I had a Southern accent but I had broken it so hard.
quote by Josh Lucas
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The Soldier Fights
the soldier fights for the hippys rights to protest against that soldier
the soldier fights for the politions rights to send that soldier to war
the soldier fights for buisness mans rights to make money
the soldier fights for the policemans rights to arrest that soldier
the soldier fights for school kids right to know about past soldiers
the soldier fights to so that you may all sleep at night
the soldier fights for religion so that you may all belive what you wish
And yet the soldier fights on
the soldier fights for his flag, for his country, for his life
I learned to change my accent; in England, your accent identifies you very strongly with a class, and I did not want to be held back.
Keep The Fights
Self enslaved!
Soul devoid!
Break the Bonds
Keep the Fights.
Till the Heart feels rejoice
And the Self gives you voice.
Though the Tide is tough
To swim aside
Sink not, loose not
Keep the Fights.
Emmemce Dark is broad and wide
There is no hope of a Light
Though feel fighting a lossing battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Brave men are
Those who fight
And fruits can never afright
For the fate favours the Brave
For the death is a wreath to Martyrs.
So dont ever quit the Battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on Sep 27 2012
poem by Vivek Tiwari
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I used to say that whenever people heard my Southern accent, they always wanted to deduct 100 IQ points.
quote by Jeff Foxworthy
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Southern Comfort
Right next door to the airport,
an hour from baton rouge.
There's a City on the Delta
where they love to sing the blues.
A lady there I'm certain
she can make a man of you. Yeah.
There's a pretty little crucifix
that hangs above her bed.
The bottle she holds sacred
cause it helps her to forget
But Jesus saves and liquor knows
that don't pay the rent.
She knows what you're lookin' for
And she can give to you.
And the mirror is an enemy.
It never tells the truth.
It used to be a good friend
that she never thought she'd lose.
Till it captured all over her innocence
and stole away her youth. Yeah.
All right.
She knows what you're lookin' for
and she can give it to you.
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort.
Oh, you'll be back for more
and with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free.
A little southern comfort's all you need.
Oh its all you need.
And a thousand people have walked your stairs
to knock upon your door
each one brand new cross to bare
each one harder than the one before
and I, bet you wished for something else
I bet you wished for a whole lot more
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort,
Ooh you'll be back for more, and
with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free
a little southern comfort's all you need.
song performed by by Warrant
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Southern Comfort
Right next door to the airport,
an hour from baton rouge.
There's a City on the Delta
where they love to sing the blues.
A lady there I'm certain
she can make a man of you. Yeah.
There's a pretty little crucifix
that hangs above her bed.
The bottle she holds sacred
cause it helps her to forget
But Jesus saves and liquor knows
that don't pay the rent.
She knows what you're lookin' for
And she can give to you.
And the mirror is an enemy.
It never tells the truth.
It used to be a good friend
that she never thought she'd lose.
Till it captured all over her innocence
and stole away her youth. Yeah.
All right.
She knows what you're lookin' for
and she can give it to you.
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort.
Oh, you'll be back for more
and with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free.
A little southern comfort's all you need.
Oh its all you need.
And a thousand people have walked your stairs
to knock upon your door
each one brand new cross to bare
each one harder than the one before
and I, bet you wished for something else
I bet you wished for a whole lot more
So if you want some southern comfort,
come and get it boy, yeah.
Once you taste of southern comfort,
Ooh you'll be back for more, and
with her lovin' touch
it wont take too much time to set you free
a little southern comfort's all you need.
song performed by by Warrant
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He Fights
A soldier is a soldier,
He stands tall before our flag,
He fights for what’s right,
He fights for his people,
He fights for us to be free,
He fights for us to live,
He fights for his family,
He fights for all the things the Red, White, Blue stand for,
He’s a solider 24/7,
To all that see him he’s just another to die fighting,
To us his family most importantly his daughter me,
I see him for how he really is,
He’s my father,
He’s my post when something sad has happened,
He’s my hope,
He’s my shoulder I need to cry on,
He’s my everything.
To everyone ells he’s just another solider how dies for a cause but to me he’s my father that lives his life to the fullest.
I got this idea of this poem from Angela Goodwin, even though it sounds like my dad died he didn’t but he was one of the soldiers how was sent over and came back in one piece and this is meant for him, even though we fight all the time my dad are all the things above and no matter what I say I could never hate him.
poem by Jamie Drake
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