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John Barry was my hero when I was about 13. His scores to the James Bond movies were the scores of my life back then.

quote by Carter Burwell
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I worked on scores. I went to the musical library in Berlin which is very famous. I discovered that we had scores of Beethoven, printed scores of Beethoven, that are full of mistakes. Not the wrong or false notes, but the wrong dynamic, understandable things.

quote by Kurt Masur
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18.07.2009 James Bond & Riddick

James Bond movies - tonight’s edition
of From Russia With Love – are meant
for consumers – I’m an avid consumer
of James Bond movies

Always ready to hang on Sean Connery’s
lips, admire the heroine, weave a new
dream around the Bond framework, no
work or reading done

Tonight is filled with fun, Chronicles Of
Riddick* coming up, his voice, his mag-
nificent poise, everything conspires to
create the ultimate hero

I LOVE getting swept off my feet by
movie hero’s; sharing the aberrations
of 21st century consumer society…

* Vin Diesel in “Chronicles of Riddick” and
even more enchanting in “The Pacifier”.

poem by Margaret Alice
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You must realize that honorary degrees are given generally to people whose SAT scores were too low to get them into schools the regular way. As a matter of fact, it was my SAT scores that led me into my present vocation in life, comedy.

quote by Neil Simon
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I grew up on film scores and scores from films.

quote by Skitch Henderson
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I don't like James Bond. They made him a super hero, but he is just an agent, a human being. In my movies, secret agents are more realistic, I didn't want to portray them in the most glowing colours.

quote by King Hu
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Seen On Screen

Never Say Never Again –
I love it when James Bond
blows up Fatima Blush with
his fountain pen, I want to
blow up everyone crossing
me in anything, such as the
lady in the black Golf chal-
lenging me in my white
monster today

I was cruising happily
when she tried to cut in
from the left, without batting
an eye-lid I kept on the tail of
the car in front of me, she fell
back, then attacked from the
right, trying to push me from
the road, I continued

Without slowing down, the same
adrenaline rush as when James
Bond killed and destroyed enemies
of good citizenry – I point my finger
at everyone while making explosive
noises, seeing a signature James
Bond girl when I look in the mirror

Oh, lovely imagination, to become
one of the characters I have seen
on screen, used to act out movies
at school, today I still do, and
I always will!

poem by Margaret Alice
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I don't totally believe that all of the politicians see a problem with the gap between the scores of black children and other groups. I believe that many politicians think this has been the way it has always been, so what's the problem?

quote by Barry Williams
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The Plight of The Modern Education or Why Johnny Can't Read

The plight of modern education,
Is much more complicated than some imagined.

You see at first,
Many people thought money was the problem,
So they robbed some from the rich to
Give to the poor,
Now they wonder what happened to their
Test scores.

With all of this social engineering,
What did they accomplish?
All they did was bring down scores,
Bring down the morale,
And bring down the level of education,
Of our great nation.

Does this make sense,
Is this wrong,
What has happened to our education?

poem by Nadalia Bagratuni
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Boys Dream

Sleep’s statistical clutters quicken
desiderata of schedules wanting—
hegemony from standings trumpeting
triumph and trophy consummating…
in the arc of a completed pass…. A boys dream
scores symphony of self and other from the
argument of offense and defense—scores epic
antinomy from line and territory—scores world-song
from cosmic struggle directed by generals—
but fought in trenches by Trojans in armor
sheathed—and enshrined…by warrior-gods whose
jersey cerements retire in the Valhalla fame—the sacred
relics of ground offenses, of long-bombing air attacks—
defiance heroic to blitzes by defensive backs.

A boys dream lives by his helmet but dies
on the sidelines—and after a close game
when his father said “I’m sure glad they
they didn’t put you in”. A boy’s dream
dies in a shame that wouldn’t acknowledge
his own little brother’s calls from the crowd—dies
under Friday night lights when the sun stood still
over his home town— still…like the eye of God
scrutinizing each secret inch of his sodomizing
soul— still…before the immensity of nature
and the psychedelic dissolution of self
into every musky spoor of this clayey earth—
this broken and bloody battlefield—
the body of the hero that became the world.

poem by Todd Garland
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Journey through the furnace.

Many were called
But few were chosen
Into the call of academic glory
The journey many started
Ended with but a few.

7 scores and a decade*
Started the journey towards greatness
On the same path and terrace.
Some took another route
Some fell out fortuitously
4 scores and a half decade*
Got to the end of the road.

We who ended are no better
Than we who started the journey
In this great academia
With moral prison yards
And religious bigotry.

Those who have fallen out
Or, rather
Taken another route
Shall forever remain in our heart
As we end this journey
And close this phase of our life
Taking a bold step
Into the universal city
Of the world beyond…

poem by Phillips Olayanju
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Killer Without A Cause

He made a big impression
When he walked across the room
And I must make my confession
I might have spoked too soon
Hes a killer
Without a cause
The time is right
To settle scores
On the streets he lives again
Down the alley and round the bend
On the beat beneath the light
An angel comes to claim the light
From the streets
This rebel shall rise
His soul shall soar
Through the skies
The same old confrontation
At the bar in the saloon
But its just another tricky situation
The underworld operation lies in ruins
Hes a killer
Without a cause
The time is right
To settle scores

song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Material possessions, winning scores, and great reputations are meaningless in the eyes of the Lord, because He knows what we really are and that is all that matters.

quote by John Wooden
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Games Of Power

(nick feldman)
I dont wanna play these games of power
I dont wanna fight this war no more
Dont wanna twist the knife
Just wanna better life for me & you & me & you
Chorus:
Is this what you call love
Is this what weve been fighting for
Is this what you call love
There must be so much more
Is this what you call love
Forget old scores we should be making love
Not war
Make love not war
Gotta try to break this vicious circle
Gotta find the love weve nearly lost
Its time to stop the pain
Weve played the blaming game for far too long
For far too long
Repeat chorus
You hurt me then I hurt you a bit more
Is this the love to end all the wars
We gotta escape this no mans land
And throw away all our battle plans
Oh yeah all right...
Oh yeah all right...
Oh yeah all right...
Oh yeah all right...
Is this what you call love
Is this what weve been fighting for
Is this what you call love
Is this what weve been fighting for
Is this what you call love
There must be so much more
This fight is not for us
Forget old scores we should be making love
Not war
Make love not war
Forget old scores we should be making love
Not war
Make love not war

song performed by by Wang Chung
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Balance

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

I sought to seek...
And now I keep,
Within me deep...
A,
Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.

What island is this that I'm on?
With no regrets that I'm desolate.
What is it that I gave up and glad is gone?
That left me with headaches from night 'till dawn!

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
Whatever it took I knew would challenge,
My wanting to just have balance.
And I had to distance from those shores.

Balance!
More of it I needed than times before.
It was a...
Balance!
I had to give up the keeping of scores.
My balance!
And I will keep this with me forevermore.
Balance.
I will keep this with me forevermore.
My balance!
And,
I will keep this with me forevermore.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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A Hero?

Her hero is pretty and thin
Her hero is a hero to many
A hero of fame and a hero of fortune
A role model, a hero of glamour
Her hero is a hero to many

His hero is fit and fast
His hero is a hero to many
A hero of sport, a hero of games
A role model, a hero of victory
His hero is a hero to many

Her hero is clever yet plane
Her hero is a hero to few
A hero of science, a hero of logic
A role model, a hero of knowledge
Her hero is a hero to few

His hero is a hero of art but he is poor
His hero is a hero to few
A hero of word a hero of writings
A role model, a hero of language
His hero is a hero to few

But that’s the thing with your heros....
Hero worship is only skin deep.

poem by Timothy Venard
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Soccer Match

there goes soccer fans in deep sunray
we never care for deep sunlight
we are here to see champions beat
there goes start
fans cheer which is part
suddenly there team is goal down
but that is not making them frown
as they are confident our team will take crown
defender comes in pickle
as he does wrong tackle
that is pick
striker scores from freekick
with few minutes to go
fans say make strategy to get victory
and in last minute striker scores from long range
expert say do you get it is big upset
coach thanks fans for support
you are integral part of support

poem by Rohan Bendre
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The Innovator

(A Pharaoh Speaks.)

I said, "Why should a pyramid
Stand always dully on its base?
I'll change it! Let the top be hid,
The bottom take the apex-place!"
And as I bade they did.

The people flocked in, scores on scores,
To see it balance on its tip.
They praised me with the praise that bores,
My godlike mind on every lip.
-- Until it fell, of course.

And then they took my body out
From my crushed palace, mad with rage,
-- Well, half the town WAS wrecked, no doubt --
Their crazy anger to assuage
By dragging it about.

The end? Foul birds defile my skull.
The new king's praises fill the land.
He clings to precept, simple, dull;
HIS pyramids on bases stand.
But -- Lord, how usual!

poem by Stephen Vincent Benet
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In some parts of life, like mathematics and science, yeah, I was a genius. I would top all the top scores you could ever measure it by.

quote by Steve Wozniak
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Packed With Ammo

Packed with ammo.
The kind to settle scores,
Discreetly.

When one has been annoyed,
To a brim that overflows...
It is best to keep,
A repayment unexpected.

Just to ensure,
The unbelieving receiver knows...
Actions of deception exposed and known,
Have been delivered at the wrong doorstep.
And will not be accepted,
For a continuation of visits.

To nip this in the bud,
Has a way of showing quivering lips...
A one on one presentation,
Means a resolving of serious business meant.

Packed with ammo.
The kind to settle scores,
Discreetly.
With a face to face acknowledgement,
As to what and will must come to an end.

'I understand there was something done I did,
You disliked.
And I've come to hear what it was I did to do,
From you.

I'm not into hearsay or hand-me-down gossip.
There is something about direct comprehension,
I like to get understood.

You have a moment?
And let's keep this between us.
Okay?

Who knows...
We may even come to agree.
Nothing more would please me.'