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If somebody asks me to recommend a young, good singer, I always do.

quote by Maureen Forrester
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I Recommend Her

Mathis/henley/brown
Well, if you want someone to tear your world apart
Someone who will give it evrything shes got
If you wanna learn to cry, I recommend her
If you want someone whos really qualified, guaranteed broken heart every time
If you wanna learn to cry, dont let this chance pass you by
I recommend this girl to you, I recommend this girl to you
Shes had plenty of experience along this line, oh so many times
Shes torn apart this heart of mine, its fascinating, the way she operates
Shell put you down when you think youre finally getting someplace
I recommend this girl to you, I recommend this girl to you, yes I do
If you want your dreams to end before they begin
Someone who will ruin your life, and then laugh while you cry
Dont let this chance pass you by
I recommend this girl to you, I recommend this girl to you
I recommend her, I recommend her, I recommend her, I recommend her....

song performed by by Roy Orbison
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Why Me?

When the hopes are hassled
And relationships are rattled
Naïveté asks, why me?
When wishes are whacked
And dreams are dashed
Naïveté asks, why me?
When fantasies are fettered
And blessings are battered
Naïveté asks, why me?
When desires are demolished
And ambitions are admonished
Naïveté asks, why me?
When temptations are traumatized
And passions are pulverized
Naïveté asks, why me?

Strangely,

Naïveté with influence
And naïveté with affluence
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with name
And naïveté with fame
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with health
And naïveté with wealth
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with fiefdom
And naïveté with wisdom
Never asks, why me?
Naïveté with beauty
And naïveté with booty
Never asks, why me?

poem by Hitesh Sheth
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You might hold an ethical position that it's wrong to lie, but if you have plans for a war in Iraq, and you want to keep them secret for practical reasons - to reduce casualties, perhaps - and someone asks you about those plans, you may need to lie for a 'good' outcome.

quote by Peter Singer
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My young son asks me...

My young son asks me: Must I learn mathematics?
What is the use, I feel like saying. That two pieces
Of bread are more than one's about all you'll end up with.
My young son asks me: Must I learn French?
What is the use, I feel like saying. This State's collapsing.
And if you just rub your belly with your hand and
Groan, you'll be understood with little trouble.
My young son asks me: Must I learn history?
What is the use, I feel like saying. Learn to stick
Your head in the earth, and maybe you'll still survive.

Yes, learn mathematics, I tell him.
Learn your French, learn your history!

poem by Bertolt Brecht
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I Recommend Everyone Eat Cake

In regards to your digestion,
I would recommend...
The eating of more fruits and vegetables.

'That already poses a disagreement,
As you can see.

Now...
'If' you had 'suggested' the fruits,
And vegetables...
No one here would have ordered,
The icecream and cake.
Just to prove to you,
There are decisions they alone make.

To recommend is one thing.
However...
To suggest implies a willingness to try.
Now no one is concerned about their hips or thighs.'

What a difference a suggestion makes.

'I've been telling you that!
You will learn not to recommend,
But suggest.
The results are unbelievable.'

Hmmm,
I see.
I RECOMMEND EVERYONE EAT CAKE.

'You are wasting your time.
You've got to be a little more pro-active.
Can't you see that is what they are doing? '

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When I finally put my guitar in the case the last time, I want to be remembered just as a singer, not as a country singer or pops singer - just a singer.

quote by Eddy Arnold
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Pop Singer

Never wanted to be no pop singer,
Never wanted to write no pop songs.
Never had no weird hair to get my songs over.
Never wanted to hang out after the show.
Pop singer (writing) of pop songs.
Never wanted to have my picture taken.
Now, who would want to look into these eyes?
Just want to make it real - good, bad or indifferent.
Thats the way that I live and thats the way that Ill die (as a)
Pop singer (of) pop songs.
Pop singer, writing of pop song.
Never wanted to be no pop singer,
Never want to write no pop songs.
Never wanted to have a manager over for dinner.
Never wanted to hang out after the show.
Pop singer, writing pop songs.
Never wanted to be no pop singer, of pop songs.
A pop singer.
Never wanted to write no pop songs.

song performed by by John Mellencamp
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God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood

God, whose gifts in gracious flood
Unto all who seek are sent,
Only asks you to be good,
And is content.

So the world, when all things are
Sparkling, yet does nought ignite,
Only asks you to be fair,
And finds delight.

And my heart, in the sweet shade
Of two beauteous eyes steeped o'er,
Only asks if you be glad,
And nothing more.

poem by Victor Hugo
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Such A Good Boy

(carly simon/robbie shakespeare/mike mainieri)
He asks her for permission
To take the car
Light his cigar
Play his guitar
Burn down the barn
He asks her for permission
To tie his shoes
To take a snooze
To read the news
To sing the blues
Chorus:
Hes such a good boy
A real mamas boy
She treats him like a toy
Hes such a good boy
(repeat)
He asks her for permission
To get a tan
To play his hand
To blow a grand
To be a man
He asks her for permission
To say goodnight
To see snow white
To watch the fight
cause shes always right
Chorus
She points her finger
And waves her hand
And acts just like a queen bee
But hes foolin? her
cause he doesnt ask
Her for permission
When he comes to see me
Chorus

song performed by by Carly Simon
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Song: The Cries of Today’s Children

I hear the cries of children,
Of children of the world; I Singer
The unwanted and unlucky,
The orphans and of streets!

I hear the cries of children,
Of children who want love;
The illiterate, sick, handicapped; II Singer
Poor, without any sheets!

I hear the cries of children,
Of children that must work; I Singer
To earn while young for family,
Have no place, time to play!

I hear the cries of children,
Of children war-ravaged;
Who know not what is joy in life, II Singer
Living in squalor, strife!

Let’s make this world for children,
A better place to live; I&II Singers together
With encouragement, dignity, * 2 times
And all love, we can give.

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poem by John Celes
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You Learn

I recommend getting your heart trampled on to anyone
I recommend walking around naked in your living room
Swallow it down (what a jagged little pill)
It feels so good (swimming in your stomach)
Wait until the dust settles

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

I recommend biting off more then you can chew to anyone
I certainly do
I recommend sticking your foot in your mouth at any time
Feel free
Throw it down (the caution blocks you from the wind)
Hold it up (to the rays)
You wait and see when the smoke clears

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

Wear it out (the way a three-year-old would do)
Melt it down (you're gonna have to eventually anyway)
The fire trucks are coming up around the bend

You live you learn
You love you learn
You cry you learn
You lose you learn
You bleed you learn
You scream you learn

You grieve you learn
You choke you learn
You laugh you learn
You choose you learn
You pray you learn
You ask you learn
You live you learn

song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Jagged Little Pill
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The Monkey In The Neighborhood....

i love that
monkey

it asks food
from me
and when given
it hides
it all inside his
mouth
tongue-in-check
if you have
seen it

and then it asks
some more
begging
like a pitiful
child
without a mother

and if begging
does not work
it charms you
with its tiny hands
its fingers
mapping for
lice
in your hair
while its tail
tickles
your armpit
you feel that
and remember
something before
when you
were once
as young & horny as
that imaginary
gazelle

it is this
begging game
that you like most

you are not
a monkey

stop it

it does not
look good for you

you lose your charm
and even the monkey
thinks
that by imitating it
you have
become detestable.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Theocritus - A Villanelle

O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!

Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?

poem by Oscar Wilde
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Theocritus

O SINGER of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!

Simætha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate:
O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate:
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait,
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?

poem by Oscar Wilde
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A Villanelle

O singer of Persephone!
In the dim meadows desolate
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still through the ivy flits the bee
Where Amaryllis lies in state;
O Singer of Persephone!

Simaetha calls on Hecate
And hears the wild dogs at the gate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Still by the light and laughing sea
Poor Polypheme bemoans his fate;
O Singer of Persephone!

And still in boyish rivalry
Young Daphnis challenges his mate;
Dost thou remember Sicily?

Slim Lacon keeps a goat for thee,
For thee the jocund shepherds wait;
O Singer of Persephone!
Dost thou remember Sicily?

poem by Oscar Wilde
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My father said, 'Politics asks the question Is it expedient Vanity asks Is it popular But conscience asks Is it right'

quote by Dexter Scott King
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Cowardice asks Is it safe Expediency asks Is it politic But Conscience asks Is it right

quote by William Punshon
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Cowardice asks: Is it safe? Expediency asks: Is it politic? But Conscience asks: Is it right?

quote by William Punshon
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Forever Young

(r. stewart/j.cregan/k.savigar)
May the good lord be with you
Down every road you roam
And may sunshine and happiness
Surround you when youre far from home
And may you grow to be proud
Dignified and true
And do unto others
As youd have done to you
Be courageous and be brave
And in my heart youll always stay
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
May good fortune be with you
May your guiding light be strong
Build a stairway to heaven
With a prince or a vagabond
And may you never love in vain
And in my heart you will remain
Forever young, forever young
Forever young, forever young
Forever young
Forever young
And when you finally fly away
Ill be hoping that I served you well
For all the wisdom of a lifetime
No one can ever tell
But whatever road you choose
Im right behind you, win or lose
Forever young, forever young
Forever young ,forever young
Forever young, forever young
For, forever young, forever young

song performed by by Rod Stewart
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The Singer

Did you attend? He sang by grove ripe -
The bard of love, the singer of his mourning.
When fields were silent by the early morning,
To sad and simple sounds of a pipe
Did you attend?

Did you behold in dark of forest leaf
The bard of love, the singer of his sadness?
The trace of tears, the smile, the utter paleness,
The quiet look, full of eternal grief,
Did you behold?

Then did you sigh when hearing how cries
The bard of love, the singer of his dole?
When in the woods you saw the young man, sole,
And met the look of his extinguished eyes,
Then did you sigh?

poem by Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin
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