Well, when I did Underworld 2, I was in Vancouver for five months and I was reminiscent to be back up there.
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Underworld (live)
To the underworld
To the underworld i'm going down
Step into the ground
Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
What will be i don't know
And i don't care if somebody's asking me
But i never will go
Back to the places where i once used to be
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
Now i'm on my way cause i'm out of bounds
Direction unknown which is always
What you don't understand
Vague vision in front as the past
Is calling from the lost and found
Never ever turn around, don't wait
And you'll work it out, work it out
I don't care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moment's a change in the concrete game
I don't care where you've been
Everybody's astray
Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
song performed by by Alphaville
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Underworld
To the underworld
To the underworld Im going down
Step into the ground
Into the breath of/from the gutter of the underworld
What will be I dont know
And I dont care if somebodys asking me
But I never will go
Back to the places where I once used to be
I dont care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moments a change in the concrete game
I dont care where youve been
Everybodys astray
Like a homeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
Now Im on my way cause Im out of bounds
Direction unknown which is always
What you dont understand
Vague vision in front as the past
Is calling from the lost and found
Never ever turn around, dont wait
And youll work it out, work it out
I dont care who you were
Cause we never stay the same
Every moments a change in the concrete game
I dont care where youve been
Everybodys astray
Like a hopeless bird in the stormy bays
Of the underworld
Of the underworld
Welcome, welcome to the underworld
song performed by by Alphaville
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Vancouver Shakedown
Nazareth
We only came here to play rocknroll
Share some times with some people we know
Drink some wine
Give us some time
We aint no wise boys we aint no fools
We tried to play clean and keep to the rules
We take and we give, just playin our gig
But we got laid over
Ya we was done over
Somebody tell us whats goin down
Dont need another vancouver shakedown
Six miles high, six miles along
Chasin the sun weve come to sing you a song
Deliver our goods
Were just rocknroll dudes
All these behind us, and one more to go
Fly to vancouver, to do the lastshow
Its got to be good, like we know that it should
But we got laid over
Ya we was doneover
Somebody tell us whats goin down
Dont need another vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
We only came here to play rocknroll
Share some times with some people we know
Drink some wine
Give us some time
But we got laid over
Ya we was done over
Somebody tell us whats goin down
Dont need another vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
Vancouver shakedown
(words and music by nazareth)
Copyright 1975 jenevieve music (bmi)
song performed by by Nazareth
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A toast
There's wine in the cup, Vancouver,
And there's warmth in my heart for you,
While I drink to your health, your youth, and your wealth,
And the things that you yet will do.
In a vintage rare and olden,
With a flavour fine and keen,
Fill the glass to the edge, while I stand up to pledge
My faith to my western queen.
Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
And a love in my life for you.
For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
So I drink this toast
To the "Queen of the Coast."
Vancouver, here's a Ho!
And here's to the days that are coming,
And here's to the days that are gone,
And here's to your gold and your spirit bold,
And your luck that has held its own;
And here's to your hands so sturdy,
And here's to your hearts so true,
And here's to the speed of the day decreed
That brings me again to you.
Then here's a Ho! Vancouver, in wine of the bonniest hue,
With a hand on my hip and the cup at my lip,
And a love in my life for you.
For you are a jolly good fellow, with a great, big heart, I know;
So I drink this toast
To the "Queen of the Coast."
Vancouver, here's a Ho!
poem by Emily Pauline Johnson
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The first time I lived in L.A. I was too young. I really wanted to be back home in Vancouver.
quote by Sarah Chalke
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To The Underworld
to the underworld i4m going down
step into the ground
into the breath from the gutter of the underworld
what will be i don4t know
and i don4t care if somebody4s asking me
but i never will go
back to the places where i once used to be
i don4t care who you were
cause we never stay the same
every moment4s a change in the complicated game
i don4t care where you4ve been, everybody4s astray
like a homeless bird in the stormy bay
now i4m on my way, from the other side
direction unknown which is always
what you can4t understand
vague vision in front as the past is calling you
never ever turn around, better wait
till the blizzard comes to an end
i don4t care where you4ve been
cause we never meet again
no one can return says the travellin4 man
i don4t care who you were, we4re all growing old
every moment4s a change say albert
and the heart of gold
song performed by by Alphaville
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Do Lack Nothing
Asian classic,
African classic,
American classic,
Canadian classic,
European classic,
Austratian classic,
Like life at the 'four blocks of hell' to share my mind with you.
Vancouver,
The State of Glass;
Of a three-hundred-year-old tree to share my mind with you.
By faith, Abel offered more excellent sacrifice than Cain;
But i will renew my covenant with you my love.
Vancouver! !
Don't throw stones if you are living in a glass house;
Like the voice of the malak gadol,
Walk honestly to all and do lack nothing.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Toronto Injection Sites
Our media types may love the Vancouver-type injection sites,
But we the people have no referendums and few democratic rights,
And the drug-addict activists may indeed change the laws,
Did it in Vancouver with Supreme Court help; therefore no flaws.
Because less than half Canadians even bother to vote,
Therefore our established aristocrats can frequently gloat,
And those who might object, cannot be seen or even heard,
Their voices are way in the background and very blurred.
Have the Conservatives turned into Ottawa Liberals; God forbid!
Isolated travelling the world, maybe in Hong Kong or Madrid,
And like the Liberals, they want to stay forever there,
No referendums or death-with-dignity, so say a prayer.
poem by James Bredin
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Warm Vancouver Rains
Oh carry me to California
It's my farewell and time to move along
I fell in love with Old Vancouver
Someday she'll reach for me and I'll be gone
When the liquors good down goes the whiskey
The only way I know to mend this cowboy's pride
So freight train blow your lonesome whistle
And sing for me that Hobo Bills Last Ride
Chorus:
And Lord Oh how I miss the girl from London
And how I miss those kisses I love best
The taste of wine that night and her affection
Haunt me taunt me in these warm Vancouver rains
Narrate:
You know it's hard sometimes for a man to face the truth
about how he manhandled yesterday where he's at right now
and where he's headed tomorrow
If only I'd a listenned an little more perhaps she'd
still be with me now
We'll I guess come next summer I'll hock this old guitar of mine,
for a train ticket home, get me a job in the mines, save my money
and buy myself and brand new pick up truck
who knows she may take this old guitar picker back
In the meantime well it's another town a different girl
and the same old song
Chorus: End.
poem by Paul Henry Dallaire
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And the whole Oscar thing, that is just surreal: you spend months and months doing promotion, and then come back to reality with this golden thing in your hands. You put it in the office and then you just have to look at it sitting on the shelf. And, after about two weeks, you go: 'What is that doing there?'
quote by Javier Bardem
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Reminiscence
A rose reminiscent of my father's garden
I found growing by a pathway outside my home- as well as
Another just lying upon the sidewalk-
I collected them and brought them home and
Placed them in a vase my mother always loved.
My mother and father always loved the springtime and
On this rainy Saturday afternoon,
I find it hard to believe they have been gone for twenty years.
My mother's spirit was as delicate as the petals on these roses-
My father's, as strong as their thorny stems that upheld them and
My own spirit, by them, always misunderstood.
Flowers are blossoming everywhere-
Daffodils and wild violets growing every place I look and
Cherry blossoms and dogwood seemly decorating the trees-
Bring back the fonder memories of my mother and my father-while
The rain and the sky so gray and overcast
Bring back memories of the sadness of being misunderstood.
It has been nearly forty years that
I had made my own special world in which to live and
In this world flowers grew not only just in the springtime months-
But all year around and in every place.
The real world was then, to me, a place I never lived in or comprehended, and
As long as I kept my mind alive inside the world of my imagination-
At that time, I believed that I had not a thing to fear.
Roses reminiscent of my father's garden,
Placed in the vase my mother so loved-
Upon this rainy Saturday day in March, evokes a few tears in my eyes and
Just for the moment I think of the laughter and good times we had together-
These thoughts are interrupted by memories of all of the anger, sadness,
Mistrust and disbelief that now overshadow memories of
These few pleasurable moments we not so often shared, and
I take these roses from the vase that sits alone upon the table,
Open my picture window and throw them to the rain, and
As my tears cease to fall and dry away- I say goodbye to all unhappy memories-and
As thoughts of my self-made world disappear,
I am thankful that I have a life in this world here alive, and while
I watch the rose petals flutter about in a gentle spring like breeze-
I leave thoughts of discontented past times behind me and
I realize that I have just been set free.
poem by Claudia Krizay
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I'm living in L.A. but my heart's in Vancouver.
quote by Nicholas Lea
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June And July
June and July are right in the middle
Of a time that is a period to learn.
The months of our summer in this land
I call England,
Are like these months.
The other months work for these ones,
And those ones that are not these two months
Still believe in the sun and moon and planets.
They trust the stars, walk in the mind
And state our successes, in all our graveness.
The grave has no month, but lives in years
To manage the time in heaven.
For some June is like July,
But I think what they look is what they are.
poem by Naveed Akram
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I have an assistant in Vancouver to help me with my life.
quote by Megan Gallagher
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I carry Yeats with me wherever I go. He's my constant companion. I always can find some comfort in Yeats no matter what the situation is. Months and months and months go by and I know I need to switch to Shelley or somebody else, but right now Yeats is enough for me.
quote by Linda Hamilton
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A British declaration be taken against Martinez for 'capturing and robbing us.
quote by George Vancouver
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Even up here on Vancouver on the weekends, I go work out in a studio space.
When you become a mom you just learn how to function sleep deprived and you do get used to it. I came back to work when Finley was three months old and the first few months were rough. Then somehow you learn to exist on no sleep and now when he does upon occasion sleep through the night, which is like a full six hours, you're pretty sure he's suffocating. So you don't sleep anyway.
quote by Holly Marie Combs
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Well, I had an after hours club in Vancouver and when any of the Motown acts would call.
quote by Tommy Chong
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This Was A Movie
Last night I heard my own heart beating
Sounded like footsteps on my stairs
Six months gone and I'm still reaching
Even though I know you're not there
I was playing back a thousand memories,
baby
Thinking 'bout everything we've been
through
Maybe I've been going back too much
lately
When time stood still and I had you
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
I know people change and these things
happen
But I remember how it was back then
Wrapped up in your arms and our friends
were laughing
'Cause nothing like this ever happened to
them,
Now I'm pacing down the hall, chasing
down your street
Flashback to the night when you said to me,
'Nothing's gonna change, not for me and
you
Not before I knew how much I had to lose'
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
If you're out there
If you're somewhere
If you're moving on
I've been waiting for you
Wary since you've been gone
I just want it back the way it was before
And I just wanna see you back at my front
door
And I say
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would before you said it's not that
easy
Before the fight, before I locked you out
But I take it all back now
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You would, you would if this was a movie
Stand in the rain outside 'til I came out
Come back, come back, come back to me
like
You could, you could if you just said you're
sorry
I know that we could work it out somehow
But if this was a movie you'd be here by
now
You'd be here by now
It's not the kind of ending you wanna see
now
poem by Pawan Kumar 'Meonlafesta'
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