Catching The Coach
At Kangaroo Gully in 'Fifty-two
The rush and the scramble was reckless and rough;
'Three ounces a dish and the lead running true!'
Was whispered around concerning the stuff.
Next morning a thousand of fellows or more
Appeared for invasion along the brown rise,
Some Yankees, and Cockneys, and Cantabs of yore
And B.As from Oxford in blue-shirt disguise.
And two mornings later the Nugget saloon,
With billiards and skittles, was glaring with signs,
A blind fiddler, Jim, worked out a weak tune,
Beguiling the boys and collecting the fines.
Then tents started up like the freaks of a dream
While heaps of white pipeclay dotted the slope,
To 'Dern her -- a duffer!' or 'Creme de la creme!'
That settled the verdict of languishing hope.
And bustle and jollity rang through the trees
In strange combination of humankind traits;
With feverish searchings and gay levities
The fires of excitement were fully ablaze.
Well, three mornings after, the stringybark gums
All rustled their leaves with further surprise;
They'd seen old stagers and limey new-chums,
But here were galoots in peculiar guise:
With nondescript uniform, booted and spurred,
A fierce-looking strap on the underneath lip,
An ominous shooter, a dangling sword,
A grim leather pouch about the right hip!
And maybe a dozen came cantering so,
All clanking and jaunty --- authority vain --
When down through the gully rang out the word 'Joe',
And 'Joe' was sent on with a sneering refrain.
There was hunting for 'rights', and producing the same,
Or passing them on to a paperless mate,
Or hiding in bushes or down in the claim --
Such various expedients to baffle the State.
Then 'Who put him on?' -- 'Twig his illigant seat!'
'Cuss me, but he's purty!' -- 'The thing on the horse!'
'His first dacent clothes!' -- 'What surprise for his feet!'
Such volleys as these were soon fired at the Force.
But duty was duty. Just then through the scrub
A digger made off -- he a culprit no doubt!
'Dismount you then, Wilson!' roared Sergeant Hubbub;
'Quick! follow the rascal and ferret him out.'
The sapling cadet, with budding moustache,
Then sprang to the ground in dauntless pursuit
And, filled up with zeal and a soldier-like dash,
He felt a true hero of saddle and boot.
The gully quick echoed with taints that were real,
Keen chaff of defiance allied to revolt,
Such sharp wordy weapons as might have been steel
From skirmishers laughing on hillock and holt.
Away went the fugitive, spurred on by haste,
Escaping the undergrowth, leaping the logs,
Yet ne'er looking back -- did he know he was chased?
Said Wilson, 'He's one of the worst of the dogs!
'Some greater misdeed must have blackened his hand;
I'll have him -- promotion! Stop there, or I'll shoot!'
the other ahead didn't hear the command
But sprang on unheeding o'er dry branch and root.
The chase settled down to a heavy set-to;
They ran o'er the hill and across the clear flat;
And Wilson was chuckling -- the villian he knew
Was making a bee-line for jail -- Ballarat!
'I'll follow the rogue safely into the trap --
Confound him, he's speedy; I can't run him down;
But there, quite unconscious of any mishap,
I'll fix him up neatly in gay Canvas Town!'
Then over a creek where a line of sage-gums
All flourishing grew, then away to the right;
Their loud breathings mingled with strange forest hums,
And wallabies scampered with terror and fright.
And cockatoos screeched from the loftiest trees,
The minahs and magpies all fluttered and flew,
The drowsy old possums were roused from their ease,
The locusts and lizards quick stepped out of view.
But on went the pair, never noticing this,
For both had a serious business in hand.
With one there were feelings that prophesied bliss,
The other saw capture and glory so grand.
O'er the hillside and creek, beyond hollow and spur,
Through brief strips of woodland, they hurried on still;
The trooper lost ground, but he wasn't a cur;
Besides, they were nearing on Bakery Hill.
Then suddenly broke on each sweltering sight
The thousand of tents in the city of gold;
And straight to the thick of them ran with delight
The chased and the chaser -- what luck for the bold!
The coach was just starting for Melbourne that day
As Wilson rushed eagerly on to his man.
'I'll put you with care where you won't be so gay,'
The trooper in triumph already began.
'You've led me a dance in a lively hour's sun;
Now trip out your licence, or waltz off to jail!
What! got one? Oh, ho! Why the ____ did you run?'
'To post this here letter for Nell by the mail.'
poem by Alfred Thomas Chandler
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Give and Free It Up On The Rough Stuff
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to be with no hint of the tough stuff.
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
I like to get it and receive it with a tender touch.
I like to feel it getting heated with a whispered love.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
I was the one who supplied the tenderness,
With touches.
Supplied I did sweet kisses too!
You want it tough and rough and ready,
Through the weekends.
And all week until we get through too!
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
Supplied I did the sweet kisses too!
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
When I was hard,
It wasn't enough.
The sensitive and warm nice guy,
I had to give with no hint of the tough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
Free it up until it's nuthin'...
That rough stuff.
You've got to give and free it up on the rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
Free it up to give it up!
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
That rough stuff.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hully Gully
Hully gully
(that, thats good.)
(one, I wanna sing along--you know why? youre missing part of it.)
(that pays off, ah, p.o.g.)
(well have greenwich village *snap* just like that.)
([...])
(play it like it is, carl!
Pick it up from the third!)
(ha!)
Well, theres a dance spreadin round like an awful disease
Hully, hully gully
You just shake your shoulders and you wiggle your knees
(play it like it is!)
Hully, hully gully
Well, theres a dance spreadin (*laugh*) round from coast to coast
Hully, hully gully
Well, when me and my baby do it, thats how we do it the most
Hully, hully gully
Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully, too
Well, I went to a party now and what did they do?
Hully, hully gully
Well now everybodys doing it son, so why aint you on their way too
Hully, hully gully
Everybodys lookin like they got the shakes
Hully, hully gully
You just wiggle your shoulders, man, thats all it takes
Hully, hully gully
Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully, too
(lets tear em down!)
Hully, hully gully
Do it with your left shoulder
Hully, hully gully
Do it with your other shoulder, now
Hully, hully gully
Switch your blades
Hully, hully gully
Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
Baby hully gully too
(how about me and my girl? )
Mama hully gully
Papa hully gully
You can hully gully too
(*loud slap*)
(whoa!)
(thats all [...])
(what do you know? )
(before we bring on the star of our show this evening...)
(what else do you know? )
(uh, he knows...)
(what? )
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Duck and the Kangaroo
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo,
'Good gracious! how you hop!
Over the fields and the water too,
As if you never would stop!
My life is a bore in this nasty pond,
And I long to go out in the world beyond!
I wish I could hop like you!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'Please give me a ride on your back!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
'I would sit quite still, and say nothing but 'Quack',
The whole of the long day through!
And we'd go to the Dee, and the Jelly Bo Lee,
Over the land, and over the sea;
Please take me a ride! O do!'
Said the Duck to the Kangaroo.
Said the Kangaroo to the Duck,
'This requires some little reflection;
Perhaps on the whole it might bring me luck,
And there seems but one objection,
Which is, if you'll let me speak so bold,
Your feet are unpleasantly wet and cold,
And would probably give me the roo-
Matiz!' said the Kangaroo.
Said the Duck, 'As I sat on the rocks,
I have thought over that completely,
And I bought four pairs of worsted socks
Which fit my web-feet neatly.
And to keep out the cold I've bought a cloak,
And every day a cigar I'll smoke,
All to follow my own dear true
Love of a Kangaroo!'
Said the Kangaroo, 'I'm ready!
'All in the moonlight pale;
'But to balance me well, dear Duck, sit steady!
'And quite at the end of my tail!'
So away they went with a hop and a bound,
And they hopped the whole world three times round;
And who so happy - O who,
As the Duck and the Kangaroo?
poem by Edward Lear
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Impulsive
The secret of love
I thought I understood
The way its supposed to be
I never imagined you could
Blow my theory apart
But now youre running away with my heart
Chorus:
I dont wanna think about it
Dont wanna think clear
Dont analyze
What Im doing here
Wanna be impulsive
Reckless
And lose myself in your kiss
Arrows through hearts
Drawn on a misty window
Youre taking me home in the rain
My heart, its beating dont say no
My head keeps saying take it slow
(chorus)
Youre giving me a feeling
Its a sudden rush
Acting on the moment
Spontaneous, woh
Ooh this is not like me
To follow my heart so easily
I am reckless... impulsive
I never imagined you could
Blow my theory apart
But now youre running away... with my heart... my heart
(chorus)
Youre giving me a feeling
Its a sudden rush
Acting on the moment
Spontaneous
Wanna be impulsive... reckless
And lose myself in your kiss... woh
Impulsive
I wanna be... impulsive
Im gonna be impulsive... reckless
And lose myself, lose myself
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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Bangkok
Gotcha!
Hey sucker let me outa here!
Hey, man!
Bangkok on a sunny day
The rain has washed the blood away
Thousand of veins left in the streets
But I cant wash away the red points
On the sheets of the hotels
And the cheap rooms
Of the cheap whores
Under palm trees
Under palm trees
My brain is running in circles now
I gotta cure the pain somehow
Theres a coloured cloud in front of sun
And a face is trying to cheat me
And to take away the fun
And the killer troups of the dea
Have just brought my friend away
In the stuff that dreams are made of
In the stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff that dreams are made of
Stuff that dreams are made of
Hey, hey, hey!
Stuff
Stuff that dreams
Are made of...
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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57 Channels
I bought a bourgeois house in the hollywood hills
With a truckload of hundred thousand dollar bills
Man came by to hook up my cable tv
We settled in for the night my baby and me
We switched 'round and 'round 'til half-past dawn
There was fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well now home entertainment was my baby's wish
So i hopped into town for a satellite dish
I tied it to the top of my japanese car
I came home and i pointed it out into the stars
A message came back from the great beyond
There's fifty-seven channels and nothin' on
Well we might'a made some friends with some billionaires
We might'a got all nice and friendly if we'd made it upstairs
All i got was a note that said "bye-bye john
Our love is fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
So i bought a .44 magnum it was solid steel cast
And in the blessed name of elvis well i just let it blast
'til my tv lay in pieces there at my feet
And they busted me for disturbing the almighty peace
Judge said "what you got in your defense son?"
"fifty-seven channels and nothin' on"
I can see by your eyes friend you're just about gone
Fifty-seven channels and nothin' on...
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Ten ounces to all, eleven ounces to some, and a full twelve to no one.
Slow down and run
Running after dreams that have come and gone
Running in hopes of crossing the finish line with a personal best
Running for the glory only seen and celebrated in a reflection
Running to be what I want to be
Running to see what it takes to achieve
Running to avoid the powers that be
Running will lead me to the front
Running. Always running. Except when contemplating or compensating.
poem by Jeff Rushton
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Luv Your Stuff
(myles goodwyn)
Published by mfg sing sing music/socan - ascap
Everytime I get restless, I see my hand knockin on your door
And everytime Im in a fix baby, I start actin like I need you more
Well Ive been lookin for someone to talk to
And Ive been searchin for a better way
And Ive been runnin all over town, girl
Ive been lookin each and every way, yeah
But you got somethin special
And Im bein on the level with you
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), mmm, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), at five oclock in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), still cant get enough
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
Livin like a fool in flames
You know that I been usin you, girl
And Im the one to blame
But babe, I got my cupboards all stocked and ready
What you get girl, is what you see
And youve been lookin inside my head now
And you got your arms wrapped around me, mmm
I got no thing for our candy
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), send the bill in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), get busy
I got no sense of reason, I know I gotta make a deal
Its all comin down to somethin baby, its tellin me I got to get real, huh
I got my senses in a tuft, Im all mixed up, my temperatures starting to rise
And I cant seem to stay away from you, girl, I think its more than we realized, yeah
Wont you look what its doin
Its your lovin girl, that gets me down
You got that thing that moves me, yeah
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff), Ill pay the price in the morning
(great stuff, luv your stuff), ooh, I luv your stuff
(great stuff, luv your stuff)
song performed by by April Wine
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I'll promise to go easier on drinking and to get to bed earlier, but not for you, fifty thousand dollars, or two-hundred and fifty thousand dollars will I give up women. They're too much fun.
Reckless
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
Standin by the disco floor
Spot this girl
My heart jump and move
Yeah, yeah
Walk over said to her
Lovely things
She said I was a fool
Oh no
She said
This is not the right time baby
I came here to groove
Hmmmmmmm
And recklessly
I took my time
When I look back
The girls had made a move
Yeah, yeah
The music played on, played on
Why didnt you make your move
Somebody came on, came on
And stole the girl from you
Its the groove
That makes you move
So come on and get down
To this funky sound
Do what you please
You are entitled to flaunt
Get wild and reckless
If you want
cause the sound we deliver
Will take you higher
Most definately with
Desire, desire, de si si si sire
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
So as the music play
I had to find a way
To catch her eye
Yeah, yeah
The partner she was with
He did not know how to gig
Said i
Oh no
She said
Mister get away from me
I need a man
That knows how to move
Yeah, yeah
We start to dance
Suddenly a quick romance
Ooooo yeah, yeah
The music played on, played on
Why didnt you make your move
Somebody came on, came on
And stole the girl from you
This is a message
That you should discover
You cant trust a girl
Or judge them by the cover
They can lead you on
And keep you in a daze
Keep you head over heels
And keep you amazed
Its up to you
Whether you fall in the trap
Just remember when you push up
To have a strong rap
Cos now-a-days
Things are real funny
You can bet more than all she wants
Is your money
So listen to what I say
With or without
Yo, the girls is ok
Girls are the same everywhere
You can bet all they want from you
Is what they can get
And when they finish
You can bet that youve tried her
Theyll leave you penniless
With desire
You make me reckless
You make me reckless, reckless everyday
You make me reckless
song performed by by Ub40
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Citizen (Dance Of Youth)
And now the sound of time is getting fast
It's getting late
Don't know if I can take much more
The way you talk I often wondered
If I heard the words somewhere
Someplace before
I got so nervous when I called
And found that lately
You had gone and changed your name
But I've got something on my mind
I want you here
I want you now
You better explain
Is it true you're running round
Now is it true they're calling you
The Chelsea Girl
Is it true you're running round
Now is it true they're calling you
The Chelsea Girl
Your best friend never calls you up
But you don't mind
'Cause lately things are all the same
Ain't it strange how peope always seem
To know your face
But just don't know your name
Well I don't care there's no-one there
That even turn around and say get out of this place
Last night I saw a shooting star
When morning comes
She hides away
A real disgrace
Is it true you're running round
Now is it true they're calling you
The Chelsea Girl
Is it true you're running round
Now is it true they're calling you
The Chelsea Girl
Oh Chelsea Girl
You got me caught up in a whirl
I want you here now Chelsea Girl
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Crush
Darren hayes / robert conley
Cyndi lauper jackson simon le bon i put eurythmics on poppin' and lockin' in
The u.s.a day glo sweater tied around my neck studded denim big hair acid wash
Rubik's cube my boom box
You know it's alright i promise you tonight all you gotta do is choose life got
A little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush 1980 me
Got a little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush 1980
Me
Frosted lipstick parachute pants doc martins dead can dance culture club the go
Go's pretty in pink pacman asteroids miami vice too early for vanilla ice
Crimpin' the poodle perm and blond highlights
You know it's alright i promise you tonight all you gotta say is have a nice day
Got a little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush 1980
Me got a little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush
1980 me dance baby you know you're gonna have such a good time welcome to 1980
Me dance baby you know it's gonna be alright welcome to 1980 me
I wish that i could be eleven again that e.t was my friend you know that life
Was so simple then times have changed never be the same the memory remains and
The melody inside my heart
You know it's alright no matter how it goes all you gotta do is just say no
Got a little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush 1980
Me got a little crush i just can't get enough of that stuff it's such a rush
1980 me dance baby you know you're gonna have such a good time welcome to 1980
Me dance baby you know it's gonna be alright welcome to 1980 me
song performed by by Darren Hayes
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Crush (1980 ME)
Cyndi Lauper
Jackson
Simon Le Bon
I put Eurythmics On
Poppin' and Lockin' in the U.S.A
Day Glo sweater tied around my neck Studded Denim
Big Hair
Acid Wash
Rubik's Cube
My Boom Box
[PRE-CHORUS]
You know it's alright
I promise you tonight
All you gotta do is Choose Life
[CHORUS]
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Frosted Lipstick
Parachute Pants
Doc Martins
Dead Can Dance
Culture Club
The Go Go's
Pretty In Pink
PacMan Asteroids
Miami Vice
Too early for Vanilla Ice
Crimpin'
The Poodle Perm And Blond Highlights
You know it's alright
I promise you tonight
All you gotta say is
Have a nice day
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Dance baby
You know you're gonna have such a good time
Welcome to 1980 Me
Dance baby
You know it's gonna be alright Welcome to 1980 Me
I wish that I could be eleven again
That E.T was my friend
You know that life was so simple then
Times have changed
Never be the same
The memory remains
And the melody inside my heart
You know it's alright
No matter how it goes
All you gotta do is just say no
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Got a little crush
I just can't get enough of that stuff
It's such a rush (1980 Me)
Dance baby
You know you're gonna have such a good time
Welcome to 1980 Me
Dance baby
You know it's gonna be alright
Welcome to 1980 Me
song performed by by Darren Hayes from Spin
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Read critically, and you will find each word worth a thousand ounces of gold.
I rented a house, recorded the stuff in a house. Just took my time 'cuz sometimes it's just rush, rush, rush. I just wanna live and play music.
quote by Ziggy Marley
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Second Hand News
Written by lindsey buckingham.
I know theres nothing to say
Someone has taken my place
When times go bad
When times go rough
Wont you lay me down in tall grass
And let me do my stuff
I know I got nothin on you
I know theres nothing to do
When times go bad
And you cant get enough
Wont you lay me down in the tall grass
And let me do my stuff
One thing I think you should know
I aint gonna miss you when you go
Been down so long
Ive been tossed around enough
Couldnt you just
Let me go down and do my stuff
I know youre hopin to find
Someone whos gonna give you piece of mind
When times go bad
When times go rough
Wont you lay me down in tall grass
And let me do my stuff
Im just second hand news
Im just second hand news
song performed by by Fleetwood Mac
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Follow Me
Pounds and ounces,
They have finished eating and drinking;
Horses and chariots,
Follow me and i will lead you on;
But there is no one like you my love.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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