Montreal leads Atlanta by three, 5-1.
quote by Jerry Coleman
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No, I love Montreal... I think I love Montreal more than Montreal loves me... I love the food there.
quote by Kathy Griffin
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Oh Atlanta
(bill payne)
Well, theres a place down kentucky
Said right down near ohio
You can watch the planes at night
People line up to watch each flight
I said a-watchin them planes
Well I wish I was on one
Sittin here thinkin bout my crazy dream
If I could only see him tonight
Oh atlanta, oh atlanta
Whoah whoah atlanta
Got to get back to you
You can drop me off on peachtree
I got to feel that georgia sun
And the people in atlanta
They make you awful glad you come
I said a-watchin them planes
Well I wish I was on one
Sittin here thinkin bout my crazy dream
If I could only see him tonight
Oh atlanta, oh atlanta
Whoah whoah atlanta
Got to get back to you
Well go down, just you and me
Where the music plays all night
Theyve got the boogie band playin thats bound for hell
When they get to movin they never stop
They just keep on playin that down home beat
(keep on layin down harmony)
Yeah I wish I was on one
Sittin here thinkin bout my crazy dream
If I could only see him tonight
song performed by by Emmylou Harris
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A lot of things happened in a lot of places. And to see how well it was handled in Atlanta. There are a lot of reasons for Atlanta being a special town in the Civil Rights era.
quote by Ivan Allen
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Friday was Atlanta. That was fifteen bucks. Once a month, we made a six hundred mile trip from Indianapolis down to Atlanta, and at fifteen dollars, by the time you feed yourself and buy gasoline, you're minus about ten bucks.
Camellia
(john oates)
Opening night, nothing new atlanta
Into the spotlight, one more time
Just in time to play
To one man and an empty table
He was drinking down the pain
All he could say was this ladys name...
Oh camellia wont you take me away
After the show, when the room was empty
No, he wouldnt go
So I asked him why he called her name
It seems she was some magic one night
With something for his pain
But all she left was a pretty name...
Oh camellia wont you take me away
To paradise tropical moon
Dont you leave me sitting here in atlanta
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Google Me
'You need to go to Los Angeles,
New York City, D.C.
Or even Atlanta 'if' you are serious.'
If I am serious about what?
'You know,
Making 'it'? '
Why should I go to those places?
I've been comfortable making 'it'
Right here.
And sometimes I use incense.
That's how potent 'my' making it is!
'Oh!
You got jokes? '
However...
If you're referring to making 'it'
In terms of name establishment?
Google me!
Isn't that what 'they' say in 'those' places?
And I don't have to step foot out of my home,
To be successfully Googled.
Can 'you' say that?
You need to go to Los Angeles,
New York City.
Or even Atlanta 'if' you are serious.
'If I am serious about what? '
You know,
Making 'it'?
To then become 'Googlized.'
When you're 'googled' people go 'gaga'.
But...
I didn't have to trip like that.
I was 'discovered'.
'Geeesssshhh...
Why are we talking about this? '
You brought it up!
Quicker than if I had been URL'd.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Marching Through Georgia
Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song --
Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along --
Sing it as we used to sing it fifty thousand strong,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
How the darkeys shouted when they heard the joyful sound!
How the turkeys gobbled which our commissary found!
How the sweet potatoes even started from the ground,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
Yes, and there were Union men who wept with joyful tears,
When they saw the honor'd flag they had not seen for years;
Hardly could they be restrained from breaking forth in cheers,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Sherman's dashing Yankee boys will never reach the coast!"
So the saucy rebels said, and 'twas a hand some boast,
Had they not forgot, alas! to reckon with the host,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
So we made a thoroughfare for Freedom and her train,
Sixty miles in latitude -- three hundred to the main;
Treason fled before us for resistance was in vain,
While we were marching through Georgia.
"Hurrah! Hurrah! we bring the Jubile!
Hurrah! Hurrah! the flag that makes you free!"
So we sang the chorus from Atlanta to the sea,
While we were marching through Georgia.
poem by Henry Clay Work
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Fire In The Twilight
Hot on the run from the grip of the power game,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Shell in its box from his home that theyll never tame,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Chorus:
He is burning, burning in the twilight.
He is burning, turning to face us.
He is burning, fire in the twilight.
He is burning, turning to lead us away, away, away,
Lead us away, away, away.
Taking a break from the role of the everyday boy,
The man who leads the way, the man who leads the way.
Is he for real or is he back to the old way boy,
Can he lead the way, oh can he lead the way.
Hes searching, but hes lonely, and hes hurting, but hes only,
Waiting for a chance just in time to live a life.
Does he need ya, does he want ya,
Does he listen to what you say?
Is he only waiting for the simple way?
Repeat chorus
song performed by by Wang Chung
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Oh Atlanta
Same old place, same Old City, What can I do, I'm falling in love,
I'm just an old hound dog, Roaming around, oh lord,
I got all this and heaven above, Oh, Atlanta, hear me calling,
I'm coming back to you one fine day, No need to worry, there ain't no hurry, 'Cause I'm, on my way back to Georgia, On my way
back to Georgia.
I get a feeling when I remember, All the crazy days and
crazy nights, Country music playing, You must have heard
them saying, They're going to whip it up, And light up the lights
Oh, Atlanta, hear me calling, I'm coming back to you one fine day
No need to worry, there ain't no hurry, 'Cause I'm, on my way back to Georgia, On my way back to Georgia.
Same old place, it's the same old city, What can I do,
I'm falling in love, I'm just an old hound dog, Roaming around,
oh lord, I got all this and heaven above
Oh, Atlanta, hear me calling,
I'm coming back to you one
fine day,
No need to worry, there ain't no hurry,
'Cause I'm, well, Atlanta hear me calling,
I'm coming back to you one fine
day,
No need to worry, no need to hurry, 'Cause I'm, on my way back to Georgia,
On my way back to Georgia,
On my way back to Georgia,
On my way back to Georgia,
On my way back to Georgia,
On my way, on my way,
n my way back to Georgia,
Oh yeah, oh yeah,
Georgia on my mind,
On my way back to Georgia
Yes I'm on my way, yeah.
song performed by by Bad Company
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Love Leads To Madness (Alternate Extended Version)
Do I feel alright?
I'll go anywhere you say you wanna take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
'Cause I feel alright
I'll do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
We've been up all night
Tryin' to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
'Cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin'
We won't give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
And can you see me when you're lookin' in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart don't pay
Run away-ay-ay
Don't you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
song performed by by Nazareth
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The Twins Of Lucky Strike
I've sung of Violet de Vere, that slinky, minky dame,
Of Gertie of the Diamond Tooth, and Touch-the-Button Nell,
And Maye Lamore,--at eighty-four I oughta blush wi' shame
That in my wild and wooly youth I knew them ladies well.
And Klondike Kit, and Gumboot Sue, and many I've forgot;
They had their faults, as I recall, the same as you and me;
But come to take them all in all, the daisy of the lot,
The glamour queen of dance-hall dames was Montreal Maree.
And yet her heart was bigger than a barn, the boys would say;
Always the first to help the weak, and so with words of woe,
She put me wise that Lipstick Lou was in the family way:
"An' who ze baby's fazzaire ees, only ze bon Dieu know."
Then on a black and bitter night passed on poor Lipstick Lou;
And by her bedside, midwife wise, wi' tears aflowin' free,
A holdin' out the newly born,--an' by gosh! there was two:
"Helas! I am zere mossaire now," said Montreal Maree.
Said One-eyed Mike: "In Lucky Strike we've never yet had twins,"
As darin' inundation he held one upon each knee.
"Say, boys, ain't they a purty sight, as like's a pair o' pins--
We gotta hold a christinin' wi' Father Tim McGee."
"I aim to be their Godpa," bellowed Black Moran from Nome.
"The guy wot don't love childer is a blasted S.O.B.:
So long as I can tot a gun them kids won't lack a home."
"I sink zey creep into my heart," said Montreal Maree.
'Twas hectic in the Nugget Bar, the hooch was flowin' free,
An' Lousetown Liz was singin' of how someone done her wrong,
Wi' sixty seeded sourdoughs all ahollerin' their glee,
When One-eyed Mike uprose an' called suspension of the song.
Says he: "Aloodin' to them twins, their age in months is two,
An' I propose wi' Christmas close, we offer them a tree.
'Twill sure be mighty pleasin' to the ghost o' Lipstick Lou . . ."
"Zen you will be ze Père Noël," said Montreal Maree.
The dance hall of the Nugget Bar erupted joy an' light,
An' set upon the stage them twins was elegant to see,
Like angel cherubs in their robes of pure baptismal white,
Abaskin' in the sunny smile o' Father tim McGee.
Then on the bar stood Santa Claus, says he: "We'll form a Trust;
So all you sourdoughs heft your pokes an' hang 'em on the Tree.
To give them kids a chance in life we'll raise enough or bust!"
"For zem I pray ze Lord to bless," said Montreal Maree.
You never saw a Christmas Tree so swell as that, I vow,
Wi' sixty sweaty sourdoughs ringin' round them infants two;
Their solid pokes o' virgin gold aweighin' down each bough,
All singin' Christ Is Risen, for the soul o' Lipstick Lou,
"Lo! Death is a deliverer, the purger of our sins,
And Motherhood leads up to God," said Father Tim McGee.
Then all the Ladies of the Line bent down to kiss them twins,
Clasped to the breast, Madonna-like, of Montreal Maree.
Sure 'tis the love of childer makes for savin' of the soul,
And in Maternity the hope of humankind we see;
So though she wears no halo, headin' out for Heaven's goal,
Awheelin' of a double pram,--bless Montreal Maree!
poem by Robert William Service
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I think over there in Montreal they're a bit hardcore with the old homos. They're not that keen on them.
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At the end of six innings of play, it's Montreal 5, Expos 3.
quote by Jerry Coleman
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T.D Mkee
While referring to past glories of Ireland, perhaps we might refer to that great Irish Historian,
the late Honourable T. D. McKee, of whom we have written a poem in the earlier portion of this work,
and we will give you an anecdote of him while here, showing his ready wit while he was rising from
the supper table around which was a number of guests assembled, all eyes being naturally turned on
him as the great centre of attraction, but the chair, being new, stuck to him ; he instantly exclaimed, I
wish the Montreal people were as anxious to retain me in my seat as you are in Ingersoll. He being a
member for Montreal, wrote a fine poem on the St. Lawrence, where in Cartier describes to the King,
on his return to Europe, the great river.
' He told them of a river whose mighty torrent gave
A freshness for a hundred leagues to oceans briney wave.'
poem by James McIntyre
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I was born in Montreal in 1939, the second son of poor immigrants.
quote by Sidney Altman
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Growing up, mostly in Montreal, I was an only child of loving parents.
quote by Rudolph A. Marcus
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Love Leads To Madness
Do I feel alright?
Ill go antwhere you say you wanna to take me
Save me, run away-ay-ay, steal away-ay-ay
cause I feel alright
Ill do anything you say you wanna make me
Take me, far away-ay-ay, run away-ay-ay
Weve been up all night
Tryin to avoid a situation
Hold me, let me feel your way
cause I wanna stay
Let them all start talkin
We wont give ourselves away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Do you feel alright?
An can you see me when youre lookin in your mirror
Crazy, try to find a way, so your heart dont pay
Run away-ay-ay
Dont you give yourself away
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our love leads to madness
Our lova leads to madness
(written by nazareth)
Copyright 1982 fool circle music limited
Lyrics used by permission
All rights reserved.
Reproduction prohibited
song performed by by Nazareth
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I ended up in the US for a month or so, before moving to Montreal with some Romanian friends.
quote by Nadia Comaneci
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You know what's nice about Montreal? Not only is it a beautiful city, but you have Cuban cigars.
quote by Jamie Farr
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I was born in Montreal and came from a lower-middle-class family.
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