I think I feel automatically at home in Italy.
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Streets Of Little Italy
(robbie seidman)
Producer for bonnie: desmond child
The narrow and the winding ways
The streets of old new york
The families, the street life, the spark
The rooftop where we watched
San gennaros festival
Masquerades in the dark...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
The oceans and the years
That separate our lives
From these streets we once called our home
Those distances of space and time
How strong they are
And how weak they are...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
On the streets down in little italy
Does the morning sunlight
Still hit the bed where we used to lie
Do the sidewalk stands and markets still overflow
Where I lingered till I was empty
Where I stayed till I had to go
Though in the night
Sometimes I see you disappear
Down cobblestones...
On the streets down in little italy
Where the past goes on and on forever
And I feel it ever present
In every step I take alone
Like your presence in my bones
On the streets down in little italy
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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It Occurred To Me Automatically
That wasn't the purpose but it occurred to me automatically,
The wasn't my dream but it occurred to me automatically,
The wasn't my choice but it occurred to me automatically,
And the status and the ordinances of the Laws are i have today;
For, it was all crowed with the muse of your sweet love,
Because, i wrote to you about my love and you accepted me in!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Italy is definitely where I feel most at home, or alternatively, living in total wilderness, in the bush in Australia.
quote by Noah Taylor
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Don't Rehearse
Feel my presence and feel my love,
For i am the only one who knows myself;
Feel my love and feel my presence,
For you are the only one who know yourself;
And i want you to feel the fullness of my story.
Don't rehearse and don't be prepared for it,
For it will only hit you automatically like magic! !
And love is the key and you will feel the beat.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Almost no one is foolish enough to imagine that he automatically deserves great success in any field of activity yet almost everyone believes that he automatically deserves success in marriage.
quote by Sydney J. Harris
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Almost no one is foolish enough to imagine that he automatically deserves great success in any field of activity; yet almost everyone believes that he automatically deserves success in marriage.
quote by Sydney J. Harris
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Made in Italy
The power of time is made in italy
Gucci and Versace are names of history
The present is here, it is literally
The power of time is made in Italy.
So did Ben, so did I
So did all, so did everyone
We buy names, we buy fame
In our hands we touch the dream and pain.
You see in town, it’s all around
The power of time, the power of history
You wear signed jacks, t-shirts and blues
This make you feel brand new and cruised
So did Ben, so did I
So did all, so did everyone
We buy Versace and taste Trussardi
We know the Prada, the same Armani and too Cavalli
The style is rule, the style is right of everyone, the sense of people
The sense of life is made in Italy.
poem by Alexander Galbur
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There was interest from clubs in Italy and England, I believe. But I've never been attracted by the way they play in Italy. Staying in Spain was always my preference.
Pay Before You Eat
Pay before you eat!
For the door opens automatically for you to enter;
And then closes up automatically after you've entered in! !
But when coming out of it, it is also difficult at times because,
There are well laid down rules for you to follow.
Pay before you eat! !
For there are rules everywhere in this life;
And many have fallen because they were not ready for them!
However, the road of life is now always straight as we do think.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Home II
Another aeroplane
Another sunny place
I'm lucky I know
But I wanna go home
Mmmm I've got to go home
Let me come home
I'm just too far from where you are
I wanna come home
And I feel just like I'm living someone else's life
Its like I just stepped outside when everything was going right
And I know why you could not come with me
But this was not your dream but you always believed in me
Another winter day has come and gone away and even Paris and Rome and I wanna go home
Let me go home
And I'm surrounded by a million people
I still feel alone
Oh, let me go home
Oh, I miss you, you know
Let me go home
I've had my run
Baby I'm done
I gotta go home
Let me go home
It'll all be alright
I'll be home tonight
I'm coming back home
poem by Christina Conseco
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Come On Home
(tom springfield)
The springfields
Don't stand there wailing "got no place to go"
Come on home
You look at me like that and i can't say no
Come on home
Well, i know you done me wrong
And i know i should be strong
But, i cried the whole night long
So, come on home
Come on home
Tell me baby, must you be so cruel?
Come on home
You treat me just like i'm some kind of fool
Come on home
Well, i know you let me down
I was glad when you left town
But, you're good to have around
So, come on home
Don't run away now
Come on home
You got your way now
Come on home
A-hear what i say now
Come on home
Come on home
When you smile at me well i feel so good
Come on home
I can't be mad at you like i know i should
Come on home
Well you took me for a ride
And i thought my love had died
Still i need you by my side
So come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Come on home
Yeah, when you smile at me well i feel so good
Come on home
I can't be mad at you a-like i know i should
Come on home
Well, you took me for a ride
And i thought my love had died
Still, i need you by my side
So, come on home
Said yes
Come on home
Sit down
Come on home
Come on home
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Caesar Redivivus
In the olive groves of Italy
Men minds are all aflame;
For the war-lust spreads thro' Italy,
Where war-lords call the game.
And they dream of Roman legions
And the glory that was Rome's;
Yet reck not of the misery
That stalks Italian homes.
By the vine-clad hills of Italy
Men talk and dream of war;
Of the triumphs that were Caesar's,
And the glories known of yore.
But a mockery of triumph,
And an end to dreaming vain
Comes to victor, as to vanquichsed,
With a counting of the slain.
Oh, the women-folk of Italy,
They give their sons to Mars;
For they would be Spartan mothers,
Dams of splendid avitars.
But the fever shall be ending
In numb grief and shuddering fears,
When the spurious pearls of victory
Dissolve in women's tears.
In the pleasant land of Italy
The fever runs apace,
And the man who would be Caesar
From war's lesson turns his face.
With dreams of olden Empire
Would he set men's minds aflame,
Nor count the cost to Italy
In agony and shame.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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poem by Poet Dragon
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I'd love to be the first one to say this, but it automatically turns into - we all have those responsibilities that we ignore because we don't feel like they're ours.
quote by Rosario Dawson
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Home
”IS A HOME WHERE YOU FEEL SCARED OR SAFE?
IS A HOME WHERE THERES LAUGHING OR CRYING AND YELLING?
IS A HOME WHERE ALL YOU FEEL IS HATE AND ANGER?
IS A HOME WHERE THERE ARE SLAPPING FROM EVERY ROOM?
MY HOME IS MUCH WORSE
I FEEL LIKE THIS EVRY MORNING AND EVERY NIGHT
THE MORE I GO THOME HE MORE I DONT WANT TO GO
BUT THAS A HOME TO ME AND THAS HOW IT’S GOING TO STAY
poem by Yeslin Salazar
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When my lover put the sea between us
When my lover put the sea between us
And went wandering in Italy
My poor silly heart miscalled his journey—
'Leaving me'.
Towns of Spain and Italy he stayed in,
Each and all of them to me unknown;
How could he find pleasure being a lover,
Being alone!
Truly I was not as fair as Venice,
Noble as Siena, strange as Rome.
Certainly he loved Milan and Florence
More than home.
I believed his absence had estranged us
And across the heart-dividing sea
Sent him word that I no longer loved him.
Foolish me!
Came his answer after months of waiting
Echoing my letter, lie for lie.
Truth or lies I know not. Which unfaithful,
He or I.
poem by Lesbia Harford
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FEEL AGAIN - Song Lyrics
Passing by my eyes
Are people living lives
They flow before my gaze
Just like the memories
In my mind
I watch them from
My hiding place
In shadows so
To hide my face
And as they pass
The memories flash
Of how it felt to feel that way
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
I watch the people
Not because
I wanna be their friend
I watch them not
Because I hope to know
Them in the end
I simply watch
And ask myself
Why do I feel this way
How did I get here
Can I hope
To feel again someday
To feel the feelings
That they feel…
To hope, to love, to cry
To fall and feel the pain
Or rise in triumph to the sky
And home…
I long for home…
Where is my home…
Please take me home…
Home…
Please take me home…
Where is my home…
I long for home…
All I have are memories
Of the times
When things were good
Memories of the days
Of when I felt
The way I should
Memories now that
Flow before the view
Inside my mind
Just as the passing people
Flow before my open eyes
Oh God! How can I be
Like them
Is there a way to
Start again
I know there is
I know its there
I’ll find it
I don’t ****ing care
What I have to go through
What I lose and what I lack
I know my heart
Can feel again
If I can only
Find my way back
Home…
I’m going home…
This is my home…
It feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
Home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
This feels like home…
I’m finally home
…Jeff Bresee
poem by Jeff Bresee
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The problem of Italy is not really a question of age. Japan has an older population, and it is now in full economic recovery. The problem is that Italy is old in the structure of the society.
quote by Romano Prodi
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Show me how to get home
Throw me like a stone
Show me how to get home
You love to watch me crawl
Home, just get me home, home, home
Stoned, cause I feel so stoned, oh no
Went to church one day
Repent my evil ways
I heard a voice call down
His words of wisdom sang
Home, just get me home, home, home
Stoned, cause I feel so stoned, oh no
Got this feeling inside my head
I'm spinning out of my ferris wheel red
Feels like home, it feels like home...
song performed by by Feeder
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Lands Far Away
One eye is made for gathering juice from a peach,
This peach called England, and not Italy.
They roll these eyes, as if goers of lands far away
Result in boredom for themselves, like Italy and Spain.
They roll their arms and strut on their legs,
Both of them caught inside tough weight of fruit and flesh.
One other eye has contacted the Brain, as far as the lane,
And what can inspire us into dreams
As much as sleep?
The English weather has a rainy day, an answer to question,
Then given over a Sunday lunch.
They go to Italy or Spain if tired, yet resent the art of going.
Go all to the beaches of Spain, or all go away.
poem by Naveed Akram
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