And I think you understand a little bit more why she falls for him. In a way, watching the French do anything is a little more fun because their gestures are different. And in that way, they make everything interesting.
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Watching Me Watching You
I sit by the cutting on the beaconsfield line.
Hes watching me watching the trains go by.
And they move so fast --- boy, they really fly.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the way he stares --- feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall.
His eyes, like lights from a laser, burn
Making my hair stand --- making the goose-bumps crawl.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
At the cocktail party with a bucks fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by.
And they move so smooth without even trying.
Hes still watching me watching you watching the
Trains go by.
And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesnt speak.
I have to look the other way.
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek:
Got two drinks in his hand --- see his lips move ---
What the hells he trying to say.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Im watching you watching him watching me
Watching stares.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching
The trains go by.
Hes watching me watching you watching him
Watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me.
Hes watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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You must make the product interesting, not just make the ad different. And that's what too many of the copywriters in the U.S. today don't yet understand.
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Hold Her In Your Hand
You got to walk a little slower when youre with her
Take the time to be tender, thats the plan
You got to stand a little taller while her world falls to pieces
Only then can you hold her in your hand
You got to live for every moment that she gives you
Make the one in a million understand
You got to stand a little taller while her world falls to pieces
Only then can you hold her in your hand
Now too many faces have come down between us
And I was the fool to be
And I cant deny you the wide open spaces
As long as she stops loving me
You got to stand a little closer when you hold her
Make her feel like a woman , understand
You got to stand a little taller while her world falls to pieces
Only then can you hold her in your hand
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Lesson
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the midst of all the gestures
It didn't choose seems almost insignificant.
The gesture our love has chosen is appropriate
We both agree not that we have any choice but
Amidst all those others does seem insignificant.
Is it incumbent on us thus to therefore obliterate
All of the gestures except this insignificant one
Chosen by our love for its own no doubt reasons.
It is up to us to obliterate all other gestures
Though they cluster round thick as presentations
Of war and sacrifice in a gradeschool classroom.
Use of our love's chosen gesture for the obliteration
Of all those foreign gestures is forbidden however
We must find something else to erase them with.
Our love has chosen its appropriate gesture
Which when viewed in the absence of all other gestures
Seems to spell the opposite of insignificant.
poem by Bill Knott
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If we can make some kind of adjustments, maybe in the game, to make it interesting and slow down the surfaces, then it will be more fun and more interesting.
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Clumsy
Throw away the radio suitcase
That keeps you awake
Hide the telephone in case you
Realize that sometimes youre just not okay
You level off but its not alright now
You need to understand
Theres nothing strange about this
You need to know your friends
You need to know that
Ill be waving my hand watching you drown
Watching you scream
Quiet or loud
Maybe you should sleep
Maybe you just need a friend
As clumsy as youve been
Theres no-one laughing
You will be safe in here
Throw away this very old shoelace
That tripped you again
Try to shrug it off
Its only skin now
You need to understand
Theres nothing fake about this
You need to let me in
Im watching you
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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French, The Language Of Love
French, the Language of Love.
Darling, speak French to me when we make love, wicked words
I don’t understand, but have a whispering meaning of delight.
I stand before you with salutial erection, a soldier of love ready
to sacrifice myself for your subterranean pleasure.
Your wishes have to be expressed in French or the steed’s chase
will not react with proper force, It will think it’s time to go back
into the stable, hanging about, wondering what went wrong.
At the subway in Paris I was in the way of a woman who wanted
to exit, she swore at me, thinking it were words of love, I kissed
her and was arrested. But released, though when they understood
I was a foreigner, lost in the baffling ways of the French idiom.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Angels
Take this man to prison, the man heard herod say,
And then four squads of soldiers came and carried him away.
Chained up between two watchmen, peter tried to sleep,
But beyond the walls an endless prayer was lifting for his keep.
Then a light cut through the darkness of a lonely prison cell,
And the chains that bound the man of God just opened up and fell,
And running to his people before the break of day,
There was only one thing on his mind, only one thing to say:
Angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.
A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.
Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know theyre all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my fight from falling, Ill never turn away.
If youre asking whats protecting me then youre gonna hear me say:
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angles watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me.
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me!
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home....
song performed by by Amy Grant
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Me-Me
I am the Me-Me Princess
surrounded as I am by all of me
I hold fast to the idea
that nothing around me is very interesting, except me.
Absorbed as I am with my own thoughts
I contend that the charm of this self-obsession
is nonetheless
more fascinating
than the mere complacency I see everywhere else.
If I cannot espy my Hero Man
then I will have to suffice with me
and perhaps
marry myself
and spare myself
the agonies of love
the agonies of childbirth
perhaps skip it all
and go straight to my imaginary divorce
while congratulating myself
on my sagacity.
Did I mention that to me
I am the thing most interesting?
Don't scold me
because you know this might be true;
tell me who or what is more fascinating-
me or you?
I am choosing myself because I am close at hand
and I can be my own best supplicant
who will admire me, love me, and never betray
Me knowingly.
So I cross-leggedly languish,
do my nails
watch my programs
on my quilted throne
in my bedroom realm
watching the screen
filled up with all the other Me-Me's
who are the only one's
who really understand Me
even if they are not real
Me-Me's;
You see I am the only real one.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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If you're cast right you can actually just let yourself go because all your gestures will be right, all your intonations will be right because you just somewhere understand who this person is.
quote by Susan Sullivan
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Because We Are Part Of These Mysterious States
to make you more interesting
(not just to myself but more of yourself)
i tell you something that you want to know
and you listen
and you like it and you begin to smile and
feel great about how i speak about you
because you are great and somehow you fail to see it
and never acknowledge it to yourself
before you sleep and at times when you see yourself
in front of the mirror and affirm
the reason why you are here because you pretend that you do not know it.
you are interesting and you belong with us all here
as we are interesting too
we feel the exclamations of our beings,
we are beyond the colors of the sea and the the land
and all that arise from them
we rise above them all
and we must confirm these phenomena of our
being what we must be.
tonight i will ask you some questions
and there will be no answers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If God is watching us, we might as well be interesting.
quote by Solomon Short
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Landing In London
I woke up today in London
As the plane was touching down
And all I could think about was Monday
Maybe Id be back around
If this keeps me way much longer
I dont know what I would do
You got to understand its a hard life,
that Im going through
And when the night falls around me
And I dont think Ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
All I think about is you
L A is getting kind of crazy
And New York is getting kind of cold
I keep my head from getting lazy
I just cant wait to get back home
And all these days I spend away
Ill make up for this I swear
I need your love to hold me up
When its all to much to bear
And when the night falls around me
And I dont think Ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
All I think about is you
And all these days I spend away
Ill make up for this I swear
I need your love to hold me up
When its all to much to bear
And when the night falls around me
And I dont think Ill make it through
Ill use your light to guide the way
All I think about is you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Doug the Collector
“Put your paintings in galleries” was his retort,
Doug collected art for fun and sport.
Finding antiques and unusual art,
Doug looked for in the morning right at the start.
The flea market is where he’ld find his finds,
Interesting items of all unusual kinds,
Like a carved wooden piece that was handmade,
he enjoyed before he went to his grave.
Now Doug is a Canadian that likes his wine,
he drinks French wine from France that’s fine.
While listening to the chimes that make sounds
Keeping him smiling without a frown.
Doug grows plants with his magic green thumb,
he likes watching people on street for fun.
Maybe I will see him soon,
have breakfast with him before 12 noon.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 17,2011
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you...
song performed by by Police
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Every Breath You Take
Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you stay
Ill be watching you
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Since youve gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but its you I cant replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please...
Oh, cant you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take
Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
Ill be watching you
Every move you make
Every step you take
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you
Ill be watching you...
song performed by by Police
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Black Bruises I
I can stare into the blackness,
the void of many abysses
behind every dark curtains
I can endure calm and silence
watching pole dancers grind,
watching stars scintillate,
watching still shadows on the walls,
watching dislimned reflections,
watching trees pass me by,
watching ethers wash the screen,
watching my lonely feet,
watching little things sway;
but am I the only one watching
these black bruised visions?
poem by Norman Santos
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Watching For Pa
Three little forms in the twilight gray,
Searching the shadows across the way;
Two pair of black eyes, and one of blue --
Brimful of love, and of mischief too;
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
May, with her placid and thoughtful brow,
Beaming with kindness and love just now;
Willie the youngest, in anguish did lay,
Stealing sly kisses from sister May,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Nellie, with ringlets of sunny hue,
Cosily nested between the two;
Pressing her cheeks to the window pane,
Wishing the absent one home again.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Sitting by the window,
Watching for Pa!
Now there are shouts from the window seat;
There is a patter of childish feet;
Gaily they rush through the lighted hall --
"Coming at last" is the joyful call.
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Watching for Pa!
Standing on the doorstep,
Watching for Pa!
poem by Henry Clay Work
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A Heart That Can
You say I've done a lot of good
You're glad I found you when I did
But I wonder why you keep
Those questions in your head
Oh I think you're afraid to fall
Someone went and blew the call
All I can say is my heart tries hard
Try as hard as I can
You'll never find that my love falls short
One day you'll understand
That I've got a heart that can
Well I think I know by now
I will be standin' by your side
Takin' in account true love's never shy
I can show you everyday
This is not a one act play
All I can say is my heart tries hard
Try as hard as I can
You'll never find that my love falls short
One day you'll understand
That I've got a heart that can
So let me love you the best
That I know how
Let me move you with
Everything that love allows
All I can say is my heart tries hard
Try as hard as I can
You'll never find that my love falls short
One day you'll understand
That I've got a heart that can
song performed by by Dixie Chicks
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France can never accept that it is no longer a dominating power in the world of culture. This is true both of the French right and the French left. They keep thinking that Americans are primitive cowboys or farmers who do not understand anything.
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