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Printing My Own Money
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Pretty topical at the moment:
Pull up my pants
Now the camera crew has gone
In your statement to the police
Tell them how you turned me on
But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on
Alan is cowboy killer
Take up tai chi
Now your favourite pet has died
We had crazy ****ing times
'Till her visa card expired
But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on
Alan is cowboy killer
Wipe up his mess
Pay your fluffers by the yard
How you're paying for your peace
How you're paying for your peace
But you were such an ugly child
You were such and awkward child
You were such a stupid child
We should have cottoned on
That Alan is cowboy killer
Alan is a cowboy killer
When you were running as a child, did they come around and watch your style?
Did you have plans to be a star?
Did you have plans to become more than you are?
lalala one of my favourites ...jazz samba bosanova ...voice is incredible:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LWOrziNWDBQ&feature=related
different m8 lol ... (gr8 lyrics)Favourite Lyrics highlighted
Song - Frontier Index by the Silver Jews.
Of all the people I knew
I always looked up to you
and after millions of years of crime
the sun still shines and shines
etc
wow, fantastic, natashia, - how good is youtube ?
Without tradition, our lives would be as shakey as a fiddler on a roof.
Fiddler on the Roof was originally entitled Tevye. It is based on Tevye and his Daughters (or Tevye the Milkman) and other tales by Sholem Aleichem which he wrote in Yiddish and published in 1894.[1] The story centers on Tevye, the father of five daughters, and his attempts to maintain his family and religious traditions while outside influences encroach upon their lives. He must cope with both the strong-willed actions of his three older daughters—each daughter's choice of husband moves progressively further away from established customs—and with the edict of the Tsar that evicts the Jews from their village.
The musical's title stems from a painting by Marc Chagall,[2] one of many surreal paintings he created of Eastern European Jewish life, often including a fiddler. The Fiddler is a metaphor for survival, through tradition and joyfulness, in a life of uncertainty and imbalance.
The original Broadway production of the show, which opened in 1964, was the first musical to surpass the 3,000 performance mark, and it held the record for longest-running Broadway musical for almost 10 years until Grease surpassed its run. The production earned $1,574 for every dollar invested in it.[3]
nioka on thought for the day thread said:Heard on Denton tonight sung by Mary Schnieders daughter. "Be yourself, everyone else is taken". Not new but definitely worth repeating.
BE YOURSELF
Do those blue jeans make you look fat?
Your hair and make-up are not all that?
Are your teeth as white as can be?
Isn't there someone you'd rather be?
Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken
Expensive hobbies diamonds and gold
Brand new bodies that never grow old
Bigger houses bigger cars
They are the Joneses you're who you are
Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken
You want to fly like the birds
Take your life story and change the words
For something greener on the other side
But hey there's something you haven't tried
Be yourself everybody else is taken
And no one else can do the things you do
Let your heart write the music that you're making
You be you everybody else is taken
The Stone Outside Dan Murphy's Door
There's a sweet garden spot in our memory
It's the place we were born in and reared
It's long years ago since we left it
But return there we will if we're spared
Our friends and companions of childhood
Would assemble each night near a score
Round Dan Murphy's shop, and how often we sat
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
Cho: Those days in our hearts we will cherish
Contented although we were poor
And the songs that were sung
In the days we were young
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
When our day's work was over we'd meet there
In the winter or spring just the same
Then the boys and the girls all together
Would join in some innocent game
Dan Murphy would take down his fiddle
While his daughter looked after the store
The music did ring and sweet songs we would sing
On the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
Back again will our thoughts often wander
To the scenes of our childhood's home
The friends and companions we left there
It was poverty caused us to roam
Since then in this life we have prospered
But still in our hearts we feel sore
For memory will fly to those days long gone by
And the stone outside Dan Murphy's door
Bob Dylan, you either love him just recognise him, but as a songwriter he certainly had it.
Love Minus Zero
The cloak and dagger dangles
Madams light the candles
In ceremonies of the horsemen
At my window with a broken wing.
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