I would have loved to have met some former spies, but they don't readily advertise themselves unless they're not living in Moscow, and even then. I'm sure I've met some without realizing it.
quote by Jeremy Northam
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Suburbs Of Moscow
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Out on my own
In the suburbs of moscow
Out in the rain
Walking down this long avenue
Out to the crowds in the square
Feelings are high everywhere
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Look at the girl
Gazing through the window
Clutching her books
Memorising every line
Keep your belief at the start
This was the faith in my heart
But the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
Where can we go
In the suburbs of moscow
Watching the rain
Beating down empty streets
Yes, the feeling is gone
And I cant break away
(living in moscow)
Out in the cold
(so cold)
When theres nowhere to stay
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Radio Free Moscow
Tune into messages
From the eastern avenue.
Lock on to the ether ---
Squeeze the signal through and through.
War of the air-waves
Making scare-waves.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Moscow radio.
Voice of america ---
Symbol of the free.
Mine of disinformation
Pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
Forever naming names.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Keep getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
I put my headphones on ---
Reach out on the beam.
Shutter up the windows ---
Im getting up some steam.
Somebodys at the door
Catching me in the act ---
Theyve been keeping the score.
Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
Yes, Im getting pictures
From my radio (free moscow).
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Moscow
I'm living far away
In darkness every day
I'll never forget your smile
I miss your style
How can I go ahead
I need you I am sad
And I'm still running around
In a Russian town
Moscow
When the rain falls down in Moscow
When I'm all alone in Moscow
I am thinking of you
Wish the sky would be blue
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
Ladadi dadada
I hear you call my name
There's still a burning flame
I wanna let you know
I miss you so
I never felt this way
And I don't wanna stay
But I'm still running around
In a Russian town
When the rain falls down
Falls down in Moscow
Im so alone
I am thinking of you
Wish the sky would be blue
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Spies
Who
What
When
Where
Why
How
No one can answer these questions
But the spies
They lurk around every corner
Never doubting a suspicion
Don't assume they'll keep a secret
They won't
Even the worst spies don't
Spies
Essential
Sometimes
To tell the world
That people need peace
Slow Hands
Track 5 - Slow Hands
Yeah but nobody searches
Nobody cares somehow
When the loving that youve wasted
Comes raining from a hapless cloud
And I might stop and look upon your face
Disappear in the sweet, sweet gaze
See the living that surrounds me
Dissipate in a floral blaze
Cant you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
We slow hands
Put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself now
I submit my incentive is romance
I watched the pole dance of the stars
We rejoice cause the hurting is so painless
From the distance of passing cars
But I am married to your charms & grace
I just go crazy like the good old days
You make me want to pick up a guitar
And celebrate the myriad ways that I love you
Can you see what youve done to my heart
And soul?
This is a wasteland now
We spies
Yeah we slow hands
You put the weights around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
Killer, for hire you know not yourself
We spies
We slow hands
You put the weights all around yourself
We spies
Oh yeah we slow hands
We retire like nobody else
We spies
Intimate slow hands killer
For hire you know not yourself
We spies
Intimate slow hands
You let the face slap around the self
song performed by by Interpol
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Forgiveness (Realization)
forgiveness is the energy
of realization...
realizing, the person you're
mad at or hurt by is just an
extension of yourself, another
part of you. realizing, the act
they've committed against you
is just a human act, whether
done on purpose, or without
thinking... realizing, that you
commit similar acts in your day
to day existence...
realizing, not forgiving, holding
on to the anger and pain, only
hurts you yourself! it becomes a
form of prison, self-imposed...
realizing, the mistake is not the
person!
forgiveness, the realization of
freedom in relationships!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Spies Like Us
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Hey dont feel afraid
Of an undercover aid
Theres no need to fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
We dont know the meaning of fear
We play every minute by ear
One for all and all for one
Everybodys on the run
Especially at this time of year
Ooh ooh what do you do
No one else can dance like you
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
Hey hey what do you say
No one else can look that way
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody got spies like us
We get there by hook or by crook
We dont do a thing by the book
Never needed special clothes
How we did it no one knows
I guess we must have had what it took
Ooh ooh, ooh
Oh when things get tough
(oh when things get tough)
Guys like us act rough
(guys like us act rough)
Hey hey what do you say
Someone took your plans away
So whats all the fuss
There aint nobody that spies like us
Spies like us
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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From a confined perspective
I am eager to agree
with the great poet Lina Spies
that what we know, we comprehend and say about God
comes from a human perspective
of which the range is confined
and all things on this planet is God’s property
the sparrows, dogs, cats loved by me
also belongs to Him
and in His created paradise everything was perfect,
maybe on the new earth
things will also be like that
and let believe who wants to
that the heaven is only for people,
I choose to disagree.
Ps. I do not say this out of a dogmatic perspective
but God himself turns love into meaning.
[Reference: Kritiek (Cryticism) by Lina Spies.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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I think it was in Moscow last year and I got changed for training the day before we played Moscow, but the fact is they actually wanted to do John's, me and John were next to each other and they did mine by mistake. John had done them I think. So yeah it is true.
quote by Frank Lampard
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Your love, my 'sweetest dream
Loved you with my heart,
my soul and my conscience.
Loved you with all I had,
sort of love that was world blind.
Loved you with my head,
my respect and my loyality.
Loved you with every breeze,
that touched your ideal personality.
Loved you as you are,
you was and you have always been.
Loved you as you would be,
all possible shades that you could be in.
Loved you with my truth,
my life and my genuine.
Loved you with my silence,
my words that are living.
Loved you in my lows,
my highs and my extemes.
Loved you in each mood swings,
your love my sweet dream.
Loved you such love,
undefinable and unspoken.
Loved you such love,
that remained untaken! ! !
poem by Jaya Mishra
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Legalise It
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Some of them call it tambi
Some of them call it deh weed
Some call it marijuana
Some of them call it ganja
Every man got to legalise it, yeah, yeah,
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Singers smoke it
And players of instruments too
Legalise it, yeah, yeah
Thats the best thing you can do
Doctors smoke it, nurses smoke it
Judges smoke it, even the lawyer to
So youve got to legalise it, yeah, yeah
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
Politicians smoke it, and their children too
Policeman smoke it, when them a steal it from you
Weve got to legalise it, yeah, yeah
Dont criticise it
Legalise it, yeah, yeah,
And I will advertise it
song performed by by Ub40
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Essence and Existence
Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp,
as readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit the pits
they cannot swallow.
Let this be done before
the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores.
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Savor Truth
Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp
and readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit
the pits they
cannot swallow.
Do this before
you let the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores
and you will
savor truth
unlike so many now
still gnawing
poem by Donal Mahoney
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Moscow Zoo
We saw the mass grave at the Moscow Zoo.
A sullen man dug up a human skull
Then held it high for journalists to view.
Forensic specialists arrived to cull
Remains and clues from this forgotten plot
On which the zoo still plans to cage a bear.
The experts guessed these prisoners were shot
For special reasons; no one was aware
Of comparable scenes at urban sites.
No one knew if these bones belonged to spies,
Suspected Jews or zealous Trotskyites,
So none of us displayed the least surprise
When bureaucrats emerged from quiet cars
To hint this might have been the work of czars.
poem by A.M. Juster
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He who readily believes, will be readily disappointed.
Totally spies
play a certain key in time
a hot word to burn the fingertips
upon the dark age of knowledge
when a son spies against the father
a father spies against the sun
sin spy against
the totally
magnified terrified
looking of an eye
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Why Not Do It, Sir, Today?
'Why so I will, you noisy bird,
This very day I'll advertise you,
Perhaps some busy ones may prize you.
A fine-tongued parrot as was ever heard,
I'll word it thus-set forth all charms about you,
And say no family should be without you.'
Thus far a gentleman addressed a bird,
Then to his friend: 'An old procrastinator,
Sir, I am: do you wonder that I hate her?
Though she but seven words can say,
Twenty and twenty times a day
She interferes with all my dreams,
My projects, plans, and airy schemes,
Mocking my foible to my sorrow:
I'll advertise this bird to-morrow.'
To this the bird seven words did say:
'Why not do it, sir, to-day?'
poem by Charles Lamb
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Physics Has Power
Never do spies flower the seeds of life,
They walk like the sun and stars to enlighten
The burdened ones, their offspring spent the nation.
Never do criminals walk under the sun to pile rocks
On ghostly buildings that house forces of the non-living;
The dead have risen to play forces of games of forces,
These men see dangerous eyes, and fruits of labour.
Never do judges feel free to obliterate the laws of the country,
Just by entering the conversation between spies,
Forming a link with honest workers,
Who are employed by the honest ones.
My flowers are again in the world flourishing,
Much like the teeming galaxy of stars
Revoltingly managed by the powers of Physics.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Names are changed more readily than doctrines, and doctrines more readily than ceremonies.
quote by Thomas Love Peacock
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