It's totally different. I usually don't tell people about the Pleased if they know me from the harp. And if they are there to see the Pleased, I usually don't tell them about the harp. I am nervous that these people will expect something similar.
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So Far, So Pleased
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I had 2 get us stranded
If u know what I mean
Big scar on my knee
Begging 4 a kiss is such a dull routine
Still im...
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
So far, so fine
I find another beauty mark
With every glass of red wine
So fast the time
Everytime I have to go, I go and lose my mind
Its hard, okay
Thats what happens
When a boy and girl dont get 2 play
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
(yeah)
(come on, come on)
So far, so pleased
I like the way u touch me
I like the way u tease
No car, no keys
I could spend the night and leave at 10:15
So far, so far, so far, so pleased
Ooh-ooh yeah
So far, so pleased
Oh-ooh
song performed by by Prince
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He makes people pleased with him by making them first pleased with themselves.
quote by Lord Chesterfield
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People Expect Too Much From Me
aug,11,2010
people expect me to be perfect,
because i'm smart,
people expect me to get good grades,
because of all the hard work i put in,
people expect me to have my own business,
because i can be talented and creative,
people expect me to be a push over,
rather than a girl who speaks her mind,
people expect me to be something i'm not,
but all i can be is only myself,
people expect me to deal with life,
i can only deal with it the best i can,
people expect me to handle more than i can,
but who is it really for or what do i have to prove?
people expect me to be who they want,
but did they ever stop to think of what i wanted?
poem by Mona Martinez
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Little David
Little david, play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu, little david
Play on your harp, hallelujah
Little david, play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu, little david
Play on your harp, hallelujah
Hey now, I dont know for sure
Its gets said, I got told
Some one said that the streets of heaven
Are paved with solid gold
It must make a might fine road
Little david
Little david, play on your harp
Hallelu, hallelu, hallelujah
Play on your harp, hallelujah
song performed by by James Taylor
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O, Little David, Play on Your Harp
O, Little David, play on your harp,
That ivory harp with the golden strings
And sing as you did in Jewry Land,
Of the Prince of Peace and the God of Love
And the coming Christ Immanuel.
O, Little David, play on your harp.
A seething world is gone stark mad;
And is drunk with the blood,
Gorged with the flesh,
Blinded with the ashes
Of her millions of dead.
From out it all and over all
There stands, years old and fully grown,
A monster in the guise of man.
He is of war and not of war;
Born in peace,
Nurtured in arrogant pride and greed,
World-creature is he and native to no land.
And war itself is merciful
When measured by his deeds.
Beneath the Crescent
Lie a people maimed;
Their only sin--
That they worship God.
On Russia's steppes
Is a race in tears;
Their one offense--
That they would be themselves.
On Flander's plains
Is a nation raped;
A bleeding gift
Of "Kultur's" conquering creed.
And in every land
Are black folk scourged;
Their only crime--
That they dare be men.
O, Little David, play on your harp,
That ivory harp with the golden strings
And psalm anew your songs of Peace,
Of the soothing calm of a Brotherly Love,
And the saving grace of a Mighty God.
O, Little David, play on your harp.
poem by Joseph Seamon Cotter
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I can't play my songs on the smaller harp. I have a Celtic harp. I can't do the key changes.
quote by Joanna Newsom
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Stereotype
There is a kind of familiar stereotype
of some people all day following the sun
while their women work, you know the type,
I have seen some people having fun,
believing tomorrow is another day
promoted from tea-lady to director
and to some in the RSA, be that as it may,
but there is another kind of factor.
I have seen a man that breaks the mould
as the best accountant, being totally sharp,
and had to discard all the stories I had been told
as he had wit, was no angel playing a harp,
but he could joke, could deadlines meet;
on the ground had both of his feet.
[Reference: RSA = Republic of South Africa.]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Dancing to the Harp of Passion
Dancing to the Harp of Passion
Let the fire silently burn within,
our hearts as we dance tonight.
Let us dance from the peak of dawn,
to beginning of twilight.
Soak in this solitude-just you and me,
as we dance to the Harp of Passion.
A silent sound to others but us:
a song in melodic fashion.
Cast our shadows on the wall,
for they shall never age.
Remember this moment for all your life,
until our final days.
Dance through the fall of night,
and the rise of the moon.
The stars as our audience,
as well as the lune.
Dance is the art of movement.
Through it, love moves.
With you as we dance,
the feeling soothes...
Keep pace with the Harp of Passion,
with you only, do I feel this.
Dancing to the Harp of Passion,
an eternal state of bliss
poem by Wesley Mincin
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Black Girls
I dig the black girls, oh so much more than the white girls.
I was so pleased to learn they were faster.
Cest, cest, cest vous Im after.
All comes a faggot white boy.
Said look, look, look first kind of joy.
They come around so queer and quiet,
As I rebel and riot.
Shall I dig the white boys?
All so much more that the black boys.
I was so pleased to learn theyre not smarter.
Go on, give, give, give it to me harder, harder, harder, just say harded.
You know I love the lord of hosts,
The father, son, and the holy ghost.
I was so pleased to learn that hes inside me
In my time of trouble he will hide me.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
I dig the black girls.
Gordon gano: vocals, guitar
Brian ritchie: electric bass, slide bass, jews harp, vocals
Victor delorenzo:drums,vocals
John zorn: sax, clarinet peter balestrieri: sax drake scott cornetto
Produced by mark van hecke
Recorded at secret sound studio, new york city
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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Do Not Expect Me to Have Regrets
Do not ever expect me,
To choose...
Between you,
And my creativity.
You will not be pleased,
At the outcome left...
With you I would leave.
And do not expect me,
To have regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Harps We Love
The harp we love hath a royal burst!
Its strings are mighty forest trees;
And branches, swaying to and fro,
Are fingers sounding symphonies.
The harp we love hath a solemn sound!
And rocks amongst the shallow seas
Are strings from which the rolling waves
Draw forth their stirring harmonies.
The harp we love hath a low sweet voice!
Its strings are in the bosom deep,
And Love will press those hidden chords
When all the baser passions sleep.
poem by Henry Kendall
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My parents were very pleased that I was in the army. The fact that I hated it somehow pleased them even more.
quote by Barry Humphries
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I guess I judge my films by how pleased I am with the work I do, so it's kind of on another level. If they do well at the box office, then that's great. Then I'm really pleased about that too.
quote by Hugo Weaving
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I am producing sounds that people are not used to hearing from the harp.
quote by Joanna Newsom
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Rain-Songs
THE rain streams down like harp-strings from the sky;
The wind, that world-old harpist, sitteth by;
And ever as he sings his low refrain,
He plays upon the harp-strings of the rain.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.
quote by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu
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The great gift of conversation lies less in displaying it ourselves than in drawing it out of others. He who leaves your company pleased with himself and his own cleverness is perfectly well pleased with you.
quote by Jean de la Bruyere
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Commentator steams through to gold in banality final
If he really wants to win this title
he’s got to really work at it in this race:
is he hungry enough?
this is what all those years of training
have been all about:
keep to your race plan,
but remember, on the day,
anything can happen..
they’re off.. he had a good start;
now he’s pumping those legs,
pushing down with the right leg,
then the left leg hard into the ground,
then the right leg again…
He'll know that if he doesn't get the gold medal
it'll only be a silver..
he’s hurting all over now,
pumping the oxygen through his lungs,
going all out;
he’s coming through the field;
has he gone too early?
he’s got questions to answer,
this race is asking big questions of him;
he’s ahead now. He’ll be pleased with that;
if he loses now, he won’t be pleased with that;
tell the folks out there,
how pleased are you to have won?
‘fantastic – amazing – incredible - over the moon’
tell me, how sorry would you have been
if you hadn’t won?
Not a record time, but
he’ll be pleased with that;
tell me, what are your plans for twenty twelve?
now back to the studio for news of
other events like failure and stuff.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I was condemned to be beheaded, or burnt, as the king pleased; and he was graciously pleased, from the great remains of his love, to choose the mildest sentence.
quote by Sarah Fielding
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You can be pleased with nothing when you are not pleased with yourself.
quote by Mary Wortley Montagu
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