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We have heard it. Oft we heard it long before we came of age.
In whatever fields we practise, art whatever arts engage:
Ever praise for the performance, still begrudging utmost fame,
From who would extol the action yet withhold its hallowed name.
Thus, in painting, think how often, praise is mingled with complaint:
'No, of course the man's no 'artist' but, by jove, sir he can paint!'
As in fields of art and letters, tho' Australian pride has swelled
We may never match our betters while the title is withheld,
So in sport. Consider racing. This young champion. What a horse!
At all distances breaks records, old and new, on every course.
But the veterans, harking backward, ban the upstart with a word:
'Yes; no doubt the nag has speed. sir. But a 'racehorse'? Bah! Absurd!'
When the Digger put a show up Over There - some push or road -
He won almost fulsome praise: 'The bravest thing God made.'
But it seemed he still lacked something - something vague and undefined
That would make him, if he had it, the supremest of his kind.
And 'twas said in all good feeling of the valiant Aussie band:
'These men never will make 'soldiers'. But as fighters? Gad, sir! Grand!'
Tho' he skittled English wickets till their very hope grew bleak,
Ernie Jones was ne'er a 'bowler'. No, sir. Just a sort of freak.
There's a danger in perfection that may set a man apart,
What he gains in execution he may lose, 'twould seem, in art.
Now there's Bradman, freak run-getter, making scores till all is blue.
Can we call this man a 'batsman'. Speaking honestly, would you?
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Old Man Took
For the last time
I watched old man took bait his hook
And then throw his line
Pick up his wine
Hes a friend of mine
Known him all my life and his wife
neath the swayin pine
And the clingin vine
Just before he left
He said now young man
Take good care dont let the bugs bite
Please make sure to say a word at night
For all your brothers feeling blue
Blue, blue, blue
All the time
So I stayed awhile
Took my tea alone, called it home
Like a playing child
Running wild
Heard a bluejay call
Said we got you now
Hope you bow
To the old mans word
Im sure you heard
Just before he left
He said now young man
Take good care dont let the bugs bite
Please make sure to say a word at night
For all your brothers feeling blue
Blue, blue, blue
All the time
Now young man
Take good care dont let the bugs bite
Please make sure to say a word at night
For all your brothers feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue
Feeling blue ...
song performed by by America
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Minister Of Rock 'n' Roll
I'm the minister of Rock N Roll
I can heal you
I can save your soul
You better stop foolin' around
I can touch you
I can make you whole
I can bless it so it doesn't get old
Come on and turn it up loud
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there
I'm the minister of Rock N Roll
I'll make you freak and
Make you lose control
I'm a minister of Rock N Roll
Highway to Heaven and your pot of gold
Come on and join the crowd
I'm a fire when you're feeling cold
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
What are you waiting for now?
You can call me
You know I'll be right there
You can call me
And I'll be standing there
I'm the Minister of Rock N Roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the Minister of Rock N Roll
I'll make you freak
And make you lose control
I'm the Minister of Rock N Roll
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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The Cab Horses' Story
Now, you wouldn't imagine, to look at me,
That I was a racehorse once.
I have done my mile in - let me see
No matter. I was no dunce.
But you'd not believe me if I told
Of gallops I did in days of old.
I was first in - ah, well! What's the good?
It hurts to recall those days
When I drew from men, as a proud horse should,
Nothing but words of praise:
Oh, the waving hats, and the cheering crowd!
How could a horse help being proud?
My owner was just as proud as I;
I was cuddled and petted and praised.
My fame was great and my price was high,
And every year 'twas raised.
Then I strained a sinew in ninety-nine,
And that's when started my swift decline.
I was turned to grass for a year or so;
Then dragged to an auction sale;
And a country sport gave me a go;
But how could I hope but fail?
'A crock,' said he. And I here began
To learn of the ways of cruel man.
A year I spent as a lady's hack
I was growing old and spent
But she said that the riding hurt her back;
So we parted; and I went
For a while - and it nearly broke my heart
Dragging a greasy butcher's cart.
Then my stifle went. And I, proud horse,
Son of the nobly born,
The haughty king of a city course,
Knew even a butcher's scorn!
So down the ladder I quickly ran;
Till I came to be owned by a bottle man.
And my bed was hard and my food was poor,
And my work was harder still
Dragging a cart from door to door
The slave of Bottle-oh Bill.
Till even he, for a few mean bob,
Sold me into this hateful job.
As I dozed and dreamed in the ranks one day,
Thinking of good days past,
I heard a voice that I knew cry, 'Hey!
Say, cabby, is this horse fast?'
And he looked at me in a way I know.
'Twas the man I'd loved in the long ago.
'Twas my dear, old master of ninety-nine,
And I waited, fair surprised.
But ne'er by a look and ne'er by sign
Did he show he recognised.
Then I heard his words ('twas my last hard knock):
'Why don't you pole-axe the poor old crock?'
And he turned aside to a low-bred mare
That was foaled on some cockie's farm,
And he drove away. What do I care?
I can come to no more harm.
In a knacker's yard I am worth at least
Some pence for a hungry lion's feast.
poem by Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis
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Sonnet 90: Stella, Think Not That I
Stella, think not that I by verse seek fame,
Who seek, who hope, who love, who live but thee;
Thine eyes my pride, thy lips my history:
If thou praise not, all other praise is shame.
Nor so ambitious am I, as to frame
A nest for praise in my young laurel tree:
In truth I swear, I wish not there should be
Grav'd in mine epitaph a poet's name:
Ne if I would, could I just title make,
That any laud to me thereof should grow,
Without my plumes from others' wings I take.
For nothing from my wit or will doth flow,
Since all my words thy beauty doth indite,
And Love doth hold my hand, and makes me write.
poem by Philip Sidney
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The praisers
You might not spot them in a crowd –
but for that certain stillness of the self-contained:
in conversation, not until some detail
of an action, person, or a deed
sparks their mind; then from their heart -
not, pours – but rather, in a fine, fine stream
of exquisite precision, flows - their praise:
as if their whole self gives itself to you
in some new form of thought, in which
there is no longer, they and you –
you are united in exalted praise;
and their eye shines – inviting you to join
a world above: perhaps they sum the virtue
of a person, action, deed; and yet,
while they are speaking, praise is seated there
above the virtues; they are prophets, seers,
visionaries of that which in our praise, we are..
and perhaps, you try to join them in your speech –
how awkwardly praise sits upon your tongue!
you, who prided so yourself, a balanced judge
of all your fellow humans…find yourself
now at some sad and puny tongue-tied loss..
so, practise, in ourselves, a year or two –
(there’s silent praise – the eye gives that away…)
and praise the praiseful in their mighty work:
another world awaits: where we become
the prophets of ourselves in timeless life.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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In The Mornin
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
When I praise Him I keep motivated.
And my heart is elevated!
Shaking trouble makers away.
When I praise Him I know He's my Savior,
Saving me from bad behavior.
And those who bait that hate,
Wont spoil my flavor.
In the mornin'
When I'm yawning at dawn,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
I've got faith so strong.
'Cause I'm blessed to know that God is with me,
All day long!
In the mornin'
When my feet hit the floor,
I will praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I,
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him!
Oh yes I...
Praise Him.
In the mornin'
When I walk out my door,
I praise Him.
Yes I,
Praise Him.
And dedicated
'To my 'Roots'.
I keep re-booted! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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How Different Feelers Are!
A difficult catch was floored,
In which the batsman felt relieved,
The fielder felt having done his best
And the bowler felt disappointed.
An easy catch was slipped,
In which the batsman felt happy,
The fielder felt ashamed
And the bowler became annoyed.
A difficult catch was taken,
In which the batsman felt crestfallen,
The fielder became proud
And the bowler grew joyous.
An easy catch was taken,
In which the batsman felt guilty,
The fielder felt fortunate
And the bowler got his pride.
How different the feelers are
In a given situation!
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Psalm CL.
Praise ye the Lord, your Songs address
To praise His Holynes:
O praise Him in His pow'rs extent,
Who rules the firmament.
Praise Him for all His acts of might,
Our wonder which invite:
In praises due His greatness tell,
Which all things doth excell.
Praise Him with Trumpets lofty sound,
With Cornets shake the ground:
His praise the Psaltery inspire,
With the melodious Lyre.
Praise him with Timbrells, and advance
His honour in the Dance.
Praise Him with Organs, Violls, Flutes,
And the well-stringed Lutes.
With Cymbals loud Him magnify,
Praise Him on Cymbals high:
Let every creature, that hath breath,
His Maker praise till death.
poem by Henry King
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So Hot
Flash lights
Moon grin
Hot bodies grooving
I knew there was love in the air
Anticipation
My heart is racing
I'm yours for the night if you dare
If you wanna do it
Make your move right
If you want me baby
Keep me in your sight
Ain't no use in fighting
Cos my mind's made up
You get me so hot
Don't you wanna
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Now I know I've got you
Exactly the way I want you
And all of your defences are down
My body's craving
Why the hell you waiting?
My fantasy is what I found
If you wanna do it
The time is now
If you want me baby
I can show you how
Ain't no use in fighting
Cos my mind's made up
You get me so hot
Don't you wanna
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Take you where
You've never been before
(I wanna freak you down in all the right places)
I wanna Make you feel
Like you never need no more
(Make you hotter than the one you ever tasted)
I wanna take you where
You've never been before
(I wanna freak you down in all the right places)
Make you feel
Like you never need no more
(Make you hotter than the one you ever tasted)
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Dance to the music all night
Party till the dawn when the sun comes up
Kiss goodbye in the moonlight
You got me feeling hot
Please don't ever ever stop
Dance to the music all night
song performed by by Atomic Kitten from Feels So Good
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Lord, I give you all my praise. (To the tune of down at the cross)
O Lord, My God, I give you all my praise
You have cared for me all my days
You have comfort and strengthen me
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O’ Lord, My God, to you I lift my hand
You will bless me right where I stand
You will guide me along the way
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord My God to you I sing my praise
I surrender and beg for your grace
Please O’ Lord, forgive all my sins.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, my God I need your help today
Please send some aid quickly my way
Problems are so bad I can hardly pray
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes, God has been good to me.
God has been so good to me.
Yes, God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
O Lord, My God, thanks for all you have done
You have empowered me to overcome
Now, I can claim my battle as won
Lord, I give you all my praise.
Yes God has been good to me.
God has been so good me.
Yes God has been good to me.
Lord, I give you all my praise.
poem by Reginald Walker
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Freak On
You think I don't see you but I do,
Creeping around with your hot pants on,
And them patent leather shoes,
Please forgive me baby,
Cos I've been up here too long,
Come on everybody freak along so that Wheatus can hear ya,
Hey now baby your actin' kinda crazy,
What has come over you?
Hey now sugar your actin' like a hooker,
Gotta do what you gotta do,
To get your freak on shoowap,
Baby where have you been,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
I think its time we begin,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Don't make me say it again,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
I heard you were asking for a ride,
You say "take me home in your brothers jeep,
To a place where we can hide",
Please forgive me baby,
But your coming on too strong,
Aww, come on baby its ok maybe Pete will get with ya,
Hey now baby your actin' kinda crazy,
What has come over you?
Hey now sugar your actin' like a hooker,
Gotta do what you gotta do,
To get your freak on shoowap,
Baby where have you been,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
I think its time we begin,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Don't make me say it again,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon ooh,
One more time, one more time, one more time,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon,
C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon ooh,
Come on everybody freak it along so that Wheatus can hear ya,
Hey now baby your actin' kinda crazy,
What has come over you?
Hey now sugar your actin' like a hooker,
Gotta do what you gotta do,
To get your freak on shoowap,
Baby where have you been,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
I think its time we begin,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Don't make me say it again,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Come get your freak on shoowap,
Come get your freak on shoowap.
song performed by by Wheatus
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The Mighty
Walking this high road are warriors from an olden time
Curse on this land and the days far behind us
Dragons weve slain, rescued many maidens fair
And no man ever dared break our stride
Or the brotherhood that binds us.
Brothers are we, marching on the roads of time
From this broken land and the days that defined us
All men are free, justice is a sword we hold
Trusting in the knights noble vow
In the brotherhood that binds us.
When the broken are strong
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the beaten are proud
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the twisted can stand
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the silenced can laugh
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the hunted have turned
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the tortured are sane
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the blinded still stare
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the poisoned remain
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
When the voiceless can sing
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And the shackled can run
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
And this downtrodden man holds his face to the sun
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Well be walking high above the world.
(Freak the mighty, Freak the mighty)
Our legend will say
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
Freak the mighty
song performed by by Sting
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Psalm 150
Praise God in his heavenly dwelling;
praise him in his mighty heaven!
Praise him for his mighty works;
praise his unequaled greatness!
Praise him with a blast of the trumpet;
praise him with the lyre and harp!
Praise him with the tambourine and dancing;
praise him with stringed instruments and flutes!
Praise him with a clash of cymbals;
praise him with loud clanging cymbals.
Let everything that lives sing praises to the Lord!
Praise the Lord!!
song performed by by P.O.D.
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Feel The Beat
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
[VERSE 1]
When Def Jam signed me
They hit the lottery
It wasn't free but don't call it a robbery
They underestimated me quite possibly
It's like that when you a godfather B
I'm the greatest of all time
You heard that before
But now when I say it
It means so much more
Cause It's so true
No hype man, No crew
No reason for ghost writers
Every year I get tighter
Mothers and daughters agree I'm on fire
Check ya T-Mobile it's all over the wire
Cross ya legs baby hide ya desire
You think I'm hot
You preaching to the choir
Smiling and giggling
Thirsting like Gilligan
More flavor than cinnamon
They rush with adrenaline
I make 'em nervous
I do it on purpose
I come back hotter
Every time I resurface
Drop to ya knees baby
Praise the king
Now ask Russell Simmons
Who built the west wing
I ain't gotta be cocky
I do the damn thing
Paint ya girl with strawberry frosting
Internationally known and respected
You talk slick I'm too large to be affected
You crank call my cells disconnected
You keep slipping but my games perfected
[HOOK]
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
[VERSE 2]
I'm a star for real my aura is crazy
Hollywood love me in the streets I'm gravy
Born with a gift to inspire the hood
You wanna out do me and I wish you would
I'm the master separate from all these cats
I'm laughin in '86 I balled like that
Honey catching feeling from sittin in Maybachs
Cause her project hall is smelling like Ajax
That's understandable but everybody relax
Hate when folk get money and don't know how to act
I'm a multi millionaire homey that's a fact
But it's not the ice that makes ya wife react
Been had an entourage and platinum cards
Been getting swedish massage in Boca Raton
What you think all them years I ain't pop no Don
Spend a night in Trump Towers with a blue eyed blonde
I been did it all my Benzes was kitted
When you talk like a baller you tickle me with it
But yeah there's money out there come on lets get it
But I'm a get it in such a way you never forget it
Let's go twenty platinum albums in a row
Sixty thousand fans a three hour show
I could care less who drop and blow
My name is LL baby that's beyond the flow
[HOOK]
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
[VERSE 3]
These rap cats get upset with me
When security clear out the V.I.P
If honey wanna lounge we gone see ID
Ain't no negotiating you gone pay my fee
I'm the boss I call the shots to keep it hot
I don't have competition I'm bigger than the slot
While you waste advances on grey market rocks
I cop municipal bonds and Wal Mart stocks
A family man but hard as a rock
And I die for my kids so stay off my block
They might be impressed with you but I'm not
After all these years I still walk with a bop
Still keep the ink hot
Still scheme like a fox
Still ready to battle
You don't want your career stopped
Industry shocked cause I mapped out a plot
And ran around humble with my joint on cock
[HOOK]
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
Uh yes yes y'all feel the beat y'all
Freak freak y'all
You don't stop
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Harvest Festival
When on a glorious day – one such as this –
you’re overcome with awe and wonder, praise,
and part-formed gratitude… which seeks some one
to thank for this, by laying at their feet
all that the world has brought us unannounced
as seedcorn turned to golden harvest wheat –
then who would hesitate, to draw in light
a greater One as whom to kneel before,
to make of our humility, a ‘One’
as if we were some grateful ‘other’; we,
less worthy, painting pure duality..
..don’t hesitate: praise is beyond a ‘two’;
what now we praise, becomes our very self;
in praise, name radiates as kingdom, come;
and kingdom hallows all, as all its own;
so, glory in that sound of praise so fine;
for when you shine with praise – then all things shine.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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On The Death Of Peter Hayes
You won't find any life around where his remains will lay
And words of praise won't bring him back his soul has gone away
And though he died young at fifty one suppose he had his day
And for flying in fast planes you might say there is a price to pay.
This morning I heard in the news how Peter Hayes did die
The light plane he and his mate David Noble were in just dropped out of the sky
Near Mildura in Victoria their end came suddenly
A cruel blow to the Horse Racing World and the Hayes family.
A brother to Hong Kong's leading trainer David and the late Colin Hayes eldest son
So much success in horse racing the Hayes family have won
Peter was Victoria's and South Australia's leading trainer and his passing leaves a void
In Horse Racing a household name he was known far and wide.
The Horse Racing World is in shock at the news of the death of Peter Hayes
And though the horse racing writers write the eulogies and heap upon him praise
You won't find any signs of life where his remains will lay
A shy and unconceited man his soul has gone away.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Can You Hear Them?
So sick and tired of living
And so afraid to die
I've lived so many lives
And still I wonder why
The way the world perceives me
Is not the way I am
The one half thinks I'm crazy
The other thinks I'm mad
I spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Ten thousand million nightmares
Temptation by the score
I used to get so high
And still I wanted more
You think my time is wasted
In search of who I am
I tried to so hard to kill
The boy inside the man
I spent a thousand years one night in my room
I've lived so many lives and that is my doom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
I never thought I'd smile again
Always thought I'd be here on my own
Sometimes when I'm down
You come and save me again
And again
And again
And again
I'll never understand it
It makes no sense at all
Just look at what I've done
It's time to count the score
I've spent a long long time alone in my room
I need your help to get me out of this gloom
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
Can you hear them
All the voices in my head
They freak me out
Can you hear them
They won't be happy 'till I'm dead
They freak me out
song performed by by Ozzy Osbourne from Down To Earth
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Beautiful Freak
Youre such a beautiful freak
I wish there were more just like you
Youre not like all of the others
And that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
That is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Some people think you have a problem
But that problem lies only with them
Just cause you are not like the others
But that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Yeah that is why I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
Too good for this world
But I hope you will stay
And Ill be here to see that you dont fade away
Youre such a beautiful freak
I bet you are flying inside
Dart down and then go for cover
And know that i
I love you
Beautiful freak,
You know that i
I love you
Beautiful freak, beautiful freak
song performed by by Eels
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Songs of Praise the Angels Sang
Songs of praise the angels sang,
Heav’n with alleluias rang,
When creation was begun,
When God spoke and it was done.
Songs of praise awoke the morn
When the Prince of Peace was born;
Songs of praise arose when He
Captive led Captivity.
Heav’n and earth must pass away!
Songs of praise shall crown that day!
God will make new heav’ns and earth;
Songs of praise shall hail their birth.
And can man alone be dumb,
Till that glorious kingdom come?
No: the church delights to raise
Psalms, and hymns, and songs of praise.
Saints below, with heart and voice,
Still in songs of praise rejoice,
Learning here, by faith and love,
Songs of praise to sing above.
Borne upon their latest breath,
Songs of praise shall conquer death;
Then amidst eternal joy,
Songs of praise their powers employ.
Hymns of glory, songs of praise,
Father, unto Thee we raise;
Jesus, glory unto Thee,
With the Spirit, ever be.
poem by James Montgomery
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Nice& Slow
Nice& slow
Ah what cha doing
Really
You know i'm coming over right
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
Now you got it hot for me already baby
Okay
I'll be there in about uh, give me ten minutes
Be ready
Ah
Wear that little thing i like
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
It's seven o' clock
On the dot
I'm in my drop top
Cruisin the streets - oh yeah
And i gotta real pretty - pretty little thang that's waiting for me
I pull up
Anticipating good love
Don't keep me waiting
I got plans to put my hands in places
I never seen girl you know what i mean
(hook)
Let me take you to a place nice and quiet
There ain't no one there to interrupt
Ain't gotta rush
I just want to take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
See i've been waiting for this for so long
We makin' love until the sun comes up
Baby
I just wanna take it nice and slow
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
Now here we are
Drivin' round town
Contemplating where i'm gonna lay you down
Girl you got me sayin'
My, my, my, - my
Wish that i - i
Could pull over
And get this thing started right now
I wanna do something freaky to you baby
I don't think they heard me
I wanna do something freaky to you baby
So call out my name
(rap)
They call me us-her-ra-ym-ond
Now baby tell me what you wanna do with me
Gotcha feenin' like jodeci
Every time that you roll with me, holdin' me
Tryin to take control of me
Nice and slow and you know
Never lettin' go
Never messin' up the flow
This is how the hook go
Come on
(hook)
Now tell me
Do you wanna get freaky
Cause i'll freak you right i will
I'll freak you right i will
I'll freak you like no one has ever, ever made you feel
I'll freak you right i will
I'll freak you right i will
I'll freak you, freak you like no one has ever made you feel - yeah
(now baby tell what you wanna do with me)
song performed by by Usher
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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