Harold Of The Rocks
It was a weekends eve,
I had sex on my breath
I was lookin for somethin to see.
With a borrowed black
Leather and my best fishin hat.
Well it was just wendy o. and me.
We called old swamp
Up on the telephone
And said we was comin on
Down to pick him up
And then, he said,
Hey swampy, me and greenyll come along -
But only if we can bring a friend.
His name is harold.
I said okay.
Now, we had a
Swamper, greeny, wendy o, stanley, harold of the rocks and me.
We hopped into my dart
And headed for the nightbreak
To see a man they call schooly d.
Harold hes a friendly guy.
He rambles on and on.
Hell talk the balls off
A rhinosaurus.
Fact is he just doesnt
Make much sense.
Well stan said
This guys pretty bizarre gus.
Harold of the rocks.
I saw harold at a
Party trouzy threw
Late one night.
I said, hey man,
Do you remember me?
He said, o course
I do snapdad and
Let me tell ya right
bout now Im lit
Up like an ol christmas tree.
Hey bro you know id
Like to thank you once
Again for letn me
Hang with ya all across
The bay. when i
Look back at that
Night I get me a
Warm spot across my heart.
Then he shook my
Hand, and walked away.
Thats teh last i
Seen of harold.
Harold of the rocks.
So in the end,
Swamper and greeny
Finally succumb to
The ways of harold.
And in doing so
Each gave just a little bit
Of his soul away.
Wnat a couple of dumbshits.
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The Yale group was doing the Harold. So by our senior year we were trying to do the Harold. Again, we had no idea what we were doing. We had one guy in the group who was pretty experimental; he would kind of push us to do weird things. It was really fun, a great experience.
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Harold The Barrel
News:
A well-known bognor restaurant-owner disappeared
Early this morning.
Last seen in a mouse-brown overcoat,
Suitably camouflaged,
They saw him catch a train.
Man-in-the-street:
Father of three its disgusting
Such a horrible thing to do
Harold the barrel cut off his toes and he served them all
For tea
Cant go far, he cant go far.
Hasnt got a leg to stand on
He cant go far.
Man-on-the-spot:
Im standing in a doorway on the main square
Tension is mounting
Theres a restless crowd of angry people
Man-on-the-council:
More than weve ever seen.
- had to tighten up security
Over to the scene at the town hall
The lord mayors ready to speak
Lord mayor:
Man of suspicion, you cant last long, the british public
Is on our side
British public:
Cant last long, you cant last long.
Said you couldnt trust him, his brother was just the same
You cant last long.
Harold:
If I was many miles from here,
Id be sailing in an open boat on the sea
Instead Im on this window ledge,
With the whole world below
Up at the window
Look at the window...
Mr.plod:
We can help you
Plods chorus:
We can help you
Mr. plod:
Were all your friends, if you come on down
And talk to us son
Harold:
You must be joking
Take a running jump
The crowd was getting stronger and our harold
Getting weaker;
Forwards, backwards, swaying side to side
Fearing the very worst
They called his mother to the sight
Upon the ledge beside him
His mother made a last request.
67-yr-old mrs barrel:
Come off the ledge if your father were alive hed be very,
Very, very upset.
Just cant jump, you just cant jump
Your shirts all dirty, theres a man here from
The b.b.c.
You just cant jump
Mr. plod:
We can help you
Plods chorus:
We can help you
Mr. plod:
Were all your friends, if you come on down
And talk to us harry
Harold:
You must be joking.
Take a running jump......
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Harold Land
Harold land with a wave of his hand said goodbye to all that.
He paid his bills and stopped the milk, then put on his hat.
He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could,
Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would,
Doubted that he would, doubted.
Now hes marching soldiers in the rain as on to war they rode.
A long thin line of human mind, damnation as their load.
In the mud in coldness dark, hed shiver out his fear,
What disappointing sights hed seen instead of ones so dear,
Instead of ones so dear, so dear.
Going home, hes going home to the land he loved so well.
Going home, he fought for two years, never fell.
Going home, hes going home,
Going home. hes going home.
Harold land with a wave of his hand stood sadly on the stage,
Clutching red ribbons from a badge, but he didnt look his age.
Only two years had passed between his leaving home and back;
He had lost his love and youth while
Leading the attack, leading the attack.
In conversation it could be said,
Well after war your heart is dead.
Well its not hard to understand,
There is no heart in harold land.
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Harold Land
Harold land with a wave of his hand said goodbye to all that.
He paid his bills and stopped the milk, then put on his hat.
He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could,
Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would,
Doubted that he would, doubted.
Now hes marching soldiers in the rain as on to war they rode.
A long thin line of human mind, damnation as their load.
In the mud in coldness dark, hed shiver out his fear,
What disappointing sights hed seen instead of ones so dear,
Instead of ones so dear, so dear.
Going home, hes going home to the land he loved so well.
Going home, he fought for two years, never fell.
Going home, hes going home,
Going home. hes going home.
Harold land with a wave of his hand stood sadly on the stage,
Clutching red ribbons from a badge, but he didnt look his age.
Only two years had passed between his leaving home and back;
He had lost his love and youth while
Leading the attack, leading the attack.
In conversation it could be said,
Well after war your heart is dead.
Well its not hard to understand,
There is no heart in harold land.
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The Weird Lady
The swevens came up round Harold the Earl,
Like motes in the sunnes beam;
And over him stood the Weird Lady,
In her charmed castle over the sea,
Sang 'Lie thou still and dream.'
'Thy steed is dead in his stall, Earl Harold,
Since thou hast been with me;
The rust has eaten thy harness bright,
And the rats have eaten thy greyhound light,
That was so fair and free.'
Mary Mother she stooped from heaven;
She wakened Earl Harold out of his sweven,
To don his harness on;
And over the land and over the sea
He wended abroad to his own countrie,
A weary way to gon.
Oh but his beard was white with eld,
Oh but his hair was gray;
He stumbled on by stock and stone,
And as he journeyed he made his moan
Along that weary way.
Earl Harold came to his castle wall;
The gate was burnt with fire;
Roof and rafter were fallen down,
The folk were strangers all in the town,
And strangers all in the shire.
Earl Harold came to a house of nuns,
And he heard the dead-bell toll;
He saw the sexton stand by a grave;
'Now Christ have mercy, who did us save,
Upon yon fair nun's soul.'
The nuns they came from the convent gate
By one, by two, by three;
They sang for the soul of a lady bright
Who died for the love of a traitor knight:
It was his own lady.
He stayed the corpse beside the grave;
'A sign, a sign!' quod he.
'Mary Mother who rulest heaven,
Send me a sign if I be forgiven
By the woman who so loved me.'
A white dove out of the coffin flew;
Earl Harold's mouth it kist;
He fell on his face, wherever he stood;
And the white dove carried his soul to God
Or ever the bearers wist.
Durham, 1840.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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Little Harry
Harold was an evil child
Conceived on a stolen train
Born in a sack from a prostitutes back
He had murder on his brain
As a babe he took the greatest joy
In spitting on his Mother’s breast
He would wait till she was near asleep
Then scream to break her rest
At Two he strangled an alley cat
And orphaned all her kittens
At Three he murdered all of those
With blood he felt quite smitten
Four and Five were dreadful years
As Harold only worsened
To become at the tender age of six
A most formidable person
He’d wear his knickers day and night
In a knot atop his head
By day he’d make up murder songs
At night his mind burned red
For blood this little chap did thirst
He yearned for life to cease
He killed his mum, his dad, his aunt,
His little brother Reece
And finally, the little sod
Climbed the house’s highest shelf
The final act, the curtain fall
Little Harry killed himself
poem by Ashley Hawkes
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Silent Night
Traditional - arranged by harold faltermeyer and andreas linse
Producer for bonnie: harold faltermeyer
Silent night, holy night
All is calm, all is bright
Round yon virgin mother and child
Holy infant, so tender and mild
Sleep in heavenly peace
Sleep in heavenly peace
Silent night, holy night
Shepherds quake at the sight
Glories stream of heaven afar
Heavenly host sing alleluia
Christ the saviour is born
Christ the saviour is born
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This Party is a moral crusade or it is nothing.
quote by Harold Wilson
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I think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to make sense.
quote by Harold S. Kushner
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First and foremost, you have to make the movie for yourself. And that's not to say, to hell with everyone else, but what else have you got to go on but your own taste and judgment?
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I also found being called Sir rather silly.
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Whichever party is in office, the Treasury is in power.
quote by Harold Wilson
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I would rather think of life as a good book. The further you get into it, the more it begins to come together and make sense.
quote by Rabbi Harold Kushner
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If people want a sense of purpose they should get it from their archbishop. They should certainly not get it from their politicians.
quote by Harold MacMillan
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My second play, The Birthday Party, I wrote in 1958 - or 1957. It was totally destroyed by the critics of the day, who called it an absolute load of rubbish.
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I had a lot of fun working with John Candy. We had a pretty good rapport.
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Let me die because I do not want to see the sun again.
quote by Harold E. Hughes
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I believe the greatest asset a head of state can have is the ability to get a good night's sleep.
quote by Harold Wilson
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A great sense of peace entered my body, and seemingly into every cell.
quote by Harold E. Hughes
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All that happens is that the destruction of human beings - unless they're Americans - is called collateral damage.
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