Black Death Red War
This is the time has come now to fight back and to reclaim back our fucking land
And we are the one last of the great bastards that are out to make our fucking stand
These enemies will face and be pillaged into destruction and will face annihilation
Broadswords into their throats and the countdown towards these fucking executions
This a brutal stab in the dark a knife in the heart and now these daggers are fully drawn
When the bloody axe has fallen summon the gods the ones that bring the fucking war
All our armoury has been emblazoned and tattooed with the colours of black and red
And as we make our stand our fucking enemies will suffer upon them a hideous death
This is something that we will never forget and this one event we will never ever regret
All our weaponry has been emblazoned and tattooed with the colours of black and red
Black is the symbol of your death and red is the symbol in which we will bring the war
We will annihilate you like never before and every day we will even up the fucking score
Black is the symbol of your death and red is the symbol in which we will bring the war
We will annihilate you like never before and every day we will even up the fucking score
Nothing but fucking weaklings and only a personification of what is now false strength
I dare you to fight me in this war so draw out your weapon and die until your last breath
Your arrogance is worthless and soon you will be wrapped unto a world of fucking regress
The hours are getting closer and the minutes are near say goodbye fucking Jesus Complex
This a brutal stab in the dark a knife in the heart and now these daggers are fully drawn
When the bloody axe has fallen summon the gods the ones that bring the fucking war
Narcissism is fleeting and fucking self centred ignorance is losing its grip onto the world
Ramification is imminent and the ones that are left will become cannon fodder for the war
Deny them entry into the kingdom for they have disrespected the land of the great kings
Erase them into the echoes of the past and no word is spoken for their fucked up vulgarity
Cut out their tongues and everlasting torture them for they will speak no fucking more
An axe to the head entangled in chains and made into a slave as like never fucking before
This a brutal stab in the dark a knife in the heart and now these daggers are fully drawn
When the bloody axe has fallen summon the gods the ones that bring the fucking war
Monday, 2 September 2019
Cafeteria Procedures/Recess Rules/Basic Classroom Rules
Be in your assigned seat/location, ready to work when the school bell rings.
Bring paper, pencils, books and all necessary supplies everyday.
Keep hands, feet, body, objects to yourself (HFBO).
Follow Directions
Respect others. Swearing, rude gestures, cruel teasing or put-downs are prohibited
Safety and fair play are essential. Although playground equipment will be supervised by an adult, practice proper use at all times.
Respect each other. Avoid bumping into or hurting others. Rough contact sports and games are not allowed.
Report all accidents to the yard duty teacher or supervisor.
Do not throw rocks, dirt, or anything that may hurt others.
Follow playground equipment rules at all times. Do not jump off playground equipment, take turns and go in the right direction.
"Freeze" when the bell rings. Be sure to situate yourselves with two feet firmly planted on the ground. Remain in the "freeze" position until the whistle blows, then walk back to your classroom.
Teachers will escort classes to the cafeteria. Maintain orderly conduct and do not cut in line.
Check in with Meal Tracker attendant after picking up your lunch and walk to your assigned table.
Table Manners
Walk at all times.
HFBO: Keep hands, feet, body, objects to yourself.
Keep table area clean.
Be respectful.
Use good table manners.
Use quiet voices at all times.
Disposal
When dismissed by the adult supervisor, walk to the disposal area and dispose items as directed.
Proceed to the assigned area without loitering near the cafeteria or classrooms.
Bring paper, pencils, books and all necessary supplies everyday.
Keep hands, feet, body, objects to yourself (HFBO).
Follow Directions
Respect others. Swearing, rude gestures, cruel teasing or put-downs are prohibited
Safety and fair play are essential. Although playground equipment will be supervised by an adult, practice proper use at all times.
Respect each other. Avoid bumping into or hurting others. Rough contact sports and games are not allowed.
Report all accidents to the yard duty teacher or supervisor.
Do not throw rocks, dirt, or anything that may hurt others.
Follow playground equipment rules at all times. Do not jump off playground equipment, take turns and go in the right direction.
"Freeze" when the bell rings. Be sure to situate yourselves with two feet firmly planted on the ground. Remain in the "freeze" position until the whistle blows, then walk back to your classroom.
Teachers will escort classes to the cafeteria. Maintain orderly conduct and do not cut in line.
Check in with Meal Tracker attendant after picking up your lunch and walk to your assigned table.
Table Manners
Walk at all times.
HFBO: Keep hands, feet, body, objects to yourself.
Keep table area clean.
Be respectful.
Use good table manners.
Use quiet voices at all times.
Disposal
When dismissed by the adult supervisor, walk to the disposal area and dispose items as directed.
Proceed to the assigned area without loitering near the cafeteria or classrooms.
Student Code Of Conduct
REGULAR ATTENDANCE
Students are expected to attend school regularly and to attend all classes.
PUNCTUALITY
Students are expected to be on time for school and classes.
WORK HABITS
Students are expected to be prepared for and to participate in each class to meet performance standards, to have the necessary class materials, to complete classwork and homework accurately and on time, and to prepare for quizzes, tests and examinations.
RESPECT FOR SELF AND OTHERS
Students are expected to be honest, behave with dignity and treat others with respect and courtesy. Behavior of the individual should not interfere with the rights of others. This includes the use of appropriate language, actions and attire. Students are expected not to harass others verbally and physically. Students are expected to come to school free from the influence of tobacco products, alcohol or drugs. Students are expected not to use or possess such substances.
RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY
Students are expected to comply with all school rules and to obey all laws. Students are expected to respond in a respectful manner to all adults while under the jurisdiction of the school and while participating in school-sponsored activities.
RESPECT FOR PROPERTY
Students are expected to treat all property belonging to the school and to others with care.
FREEDOM FROM FEAR
Students are expected to contribute to a safe school environment free from fear. Acts of violence, weapons and contraband are never acceptable.
Students are expected to attend school regularly and to attend all classes.
PUNCTUALITY
Students are expected to be on time for school and classes.
WORK HABITS
Students are expected to be prepared for and to participate in each class to meet performance standards, to have the necessary class materials, to complete classwork and homework accurately and on time, and to prepare for quizzes, tests and examinations.
RESPECT FOR SELF AND OTHERS
Students are expected to be honest, behave with dignity and treat others with respect and courtesy. Behavior of the individual should not interfere with the rights of others. This includes the use of appropriate language, actions and attire. Students are expected not to harass others verbally and physically. Students are expected to come to school free from the influence of tobacco products, alcohol or drugs. Students are expected not to use or possess such substances.
RESPECT FOR AUTHORITY
Students are expected to comply with all school rules and to obey all laws. Students are expected to respond in a respectful manner to all adults while under the jurisdiction of the school and while participating in school-sponsored activities.
RESPECT FOR PROPERTY
Students are expected to treat all property belonging to the school and to others with care.
FREEDOM FROM FEAR
Students are expected to contribute to a safe school environment free from fear. Acts of violence, weapons and contraband are never acceptable.
General School Rules
Be punctual, report to school and class on time. School begins at 8:00 a.m. If a student arrives in school after 8:00 he/she needs to report to the office to receive an admit/tardy slip. Students are discouraged from coming to school prior to 7:30 a.m. because of lack of adult supervision. Students purchasing breakfast are allowed in the cafeteria at 7:15 am.
Strive to be present every school day. In case of absence, parents should call the school in the morning of the absence and notify the teacher in writing upon the student's return to school.
Respect each other at all times. Disagreements will be settled by discussing the problem and seeking a solution that is fair to all concerned.
Buildings and the campus will be kept clean and neat. Do not deface or damage school property. Students who vandalize the school property will make restitution.
Maintain order when moving to different areas. Do not run; running is a frequent cause of injuries.
The following are not allowed in school unless prior permission is granted by the school staff:
radios, cell phones, pagers and other electrical equipment
yoyos, darts, sling shots, and other potentially dangerous toys
pets
skateboards, roller skates, rollerblades, razors
valuables, extra money, computer games, items of sentimental value
fireworks, matches
weapons or expensive toys
gum
Remain within school boundaries at all times. Students leaving the campus must have a Student Pass and must be accompanied by a parent/guardian. (Leaving campus without consent is a Class C offense, prohibited by DOE Rules).
Avoid using abusive or profane language and gestures. (Disorderly Conduct, a Class B offense)
Do not climb trees, gates, railings, fences, and the school buildings.
Respect the property rights of others.
Leave the premises immediately after school duties/responsibilities are completed.
Buying/selling of personal items and trading are not allowed.
Strive to be present every school day. In case of absence, parents should call the school in the morning of the absence and notify the teacher in writing upon the student's return to school.
Respect each other at all times. Disagreements will be settled by discussing the problem and seeking a solution that is fair to all concerned.
Buildings and the campus will be kept clean and neat. Do not deface or damage school property. Students who vandalize the school property will make restitution.
Maintain order when moving to different areas. Do not run; running is a frequent cause of injuries.
The following are not allowed in school unless prior permission is granted by the school staff:
radios, cell phones, pagers and other electrical equipment
yoyos, darts, sling shots, and other potentially dangerous toys
pets
skateboards, roller skates, rollerblades, razors
valuables, extra money, computer games, items of sentimental value
fireworks, matches
weapons or expensive toys
gum
Remain within school boundaries at all times. Students leaving the campus must have a Student Pass and must be accompanied by a parent/guardian. (Leaving campus without consent is a Class C offense, prohibited by DOE Rules).
Avoid using abusive or profane language and gestures. (Disorderly Conduct, a Class B offense)
Do not climb trees, gates, railings, fences, and the school buildings.
Respect the property rights of others.
Leave the premises immediately after school duties/responsibilities are completed.
Buying/selling of personal items and trading are not allowed.
The Zoo
The job is done and I go out another boring day
I leave it all behind me now so many worlds away
I meet my girl, she's dressed to kill and all we gonna do
Is walk around to catch the thrill on streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by on streets we call the zoo
We eat the night, we drink the time make our dreams come true
And hungry eyes are passing by on streets we call the zoo
Enjoy the zoo and walk down 42nd Street
You wanna be excited too and you will feel the heat
Hipster/Beatnik Analysis
Hipsters are not about irony. They are about hypocrisy.
Brag about vinyl record collection... doesn't own a vinyl record player, keeps all music on MacBook. Yammer about how antique stuff is superior to modern contrivances... have nervous breakdown if they keep the same iPhone for three months straight. Eat kale, ride bikes, talk nonstop about how gluten is bad for you... spend the weekend snorting cocaine in bathrooms. Blog about WalMart is driving away all the local, hard-working business owners... while slurping on coffee from Starbucks. Buy antique, retro-looking t-shirts with pre-faded logos from a bygone, pre-internet era... from an online catalog.
Hipsters are the distilled essence of all the phoniness of every counter-culture that has preceded them. They have inverted emptiness and made it into their homes. They are offensive to the degree in which one values honesty.
What's bad about hipsters is that they're hypocritical. In their quest to get away from the mainstream, they have created a subculture that has become part of the mainstream. That is because they openly flaunt the aspects of their subculture and talk of why they think their way of life is the best, which attract disillusioned people who think that they are getting away from the vox populi, when in reality they are simply joining another part of it that pretends it is not. It is sort of like a teenager that states to everyone they know that nobody can tell them what to do them one day, and then the next day they go to school and sit down in a desk and accept what a teacher tells them to do. It defeats the purpose of publicly stating that no one can tell them what to do. It's hypocritical.
Most of them used to be emo/scene kids back in the 90's/early 00's and the paradox of uniform individuality seems to be common thread through most social fads. They're just a manifestation of postmodernism really, which isn't in and of itself a bad thing-but what is-is following trends out of fear of social rejection or ridicule even if that trend is ridiculed by others outside of it, older or who don't understand it. A lot of people spend an awful lot of time and energy pretending to be someone else and hipsters are no different, it's a silent tragedy.
What's so bad about hipsters? Gentrification. Something not even alluded to here. Perhaps it's outside of your experience.
Adhering to such a strict look or lifestyle makes this basically meaningless and soulless youth movement easily identifiable to property developers and advertisers as a monied demographic without conscious or code. The rapid destruction and displacement of communities in cities, not just in America, have been shown to directly follow in the wake of ironic glasses and whimsical street art.
People's homes and social spaces are being systematically taken away from them to cater directly to this demographic. The 'hipster' look and lifestyle is a symbol of economic power.
The problem with SOME hipsters is that they appropriate different elements of cultures and then become cultural critics of the culture they have appropriated. Because this hypothetical hipster "found' some esoteric style before you, or he has more knowledge about it than you, he suddenly has the right to 1) say you're not cool (whatever that means) or 2) you shouldn't appropriate that because you don't really know about it, 'understand it' or adopted it to late.
Ultimately, they are social engineers who inflate their own status, in our informal social hierarchy, through cultural elitism. It's annoying as fuck and pretty much a more nuanced form of "High School'.
Iconoclasm is not authentic when the goal is to be iconoclastic
Hipster culture now feel more Dadaist than it does convenient and/or conservative. Just for sake, or just in spite but it is definitely a bandwagoned movement; it looks cool, defying, and appeals to everyone in their late teens- 20 somethings. Hipsters adorn the following ten stereotypes:
- A nice Macbook... w/ f'n stickers and decals slapped on the side of it (strong sign)
- Fixed Gear Bicycles ( definitely a strong sign)
- Big ass glasses
- A hat, any hat, doesn't matter, grab a beanie and join the club. Fedoras are more of a mascot.
- SKINNY TAPERED JEANS...worn by guys. Just...how can you breathe down there? (Instant hipster)
- Smokes cigarettes and drinks Starbucks coffee (bad combination, strong sign)
- Politically correct for the most part, will associate themselves as libertarians or anarchists
- Have student loan debt & majored in something they didn't even work hard in
- Has a strong reference to everything 90s, nostalgia gaggers for the most part
- Strong sense of narcissism
The problem with hipsters is not so much what they listen to, or what they wear... It's more about how they act about it. Hipsters are people who show off about what band they listen to, because they think it makes them seem cultured. Same goes with clothes, movies, etc. It's basically snobbery- they're just trying to seem cool, to seem clever.
Hipsters are gross because they are pretentious, vacant, and pursue image rather than substance. They strive for mediocrity rather than greatness, collectivism over greatness, intuition over rationality. Their views are self-contradictory and hypocritical.
On the positive side, their strident quest for rebelliousness of image has necessarily instilled a refusal to accept self-consciousness or the judgments of others. And that can make them fun to be around, as long as they can't identify anything in you that smacks of something vaguely reminiscent of The Enemy. The Enemy is in no way clear, understood, or defined, but rather a mystical sentiment associated with words like 'corporate, conservative, science, money, practical, define, rational, logical, precise, purpose, meaning,' and many, many others.
Anyone who is truly revolutionary, they will not accept or include, because he will not bother with the mustache, the top hat, or any of the other images of group affiliation with a group that is solely affiliated around image. And because, frankly, he will actually be different, whereas hipsters aside from their fashion choices, are supremely normal and worshipers of normalcy.
They very carefully play within all the rules of the status quo, even in their speech and thoughts.
Brag about vinyl record collection... doesn't own a vinyl record player, keeps all music on MacBook. Yammer about how antique stuff is superior to modern contrivances... have nervous breakdown if they keep the same iPhone for three months straight. Eat kale, ride bikes, talk nonstop about how gluten is bad for you... spend the weekend snorting cocaine in bathrooms. Blog about WalMart is driving away all the local, hard-working business owners... while slurping on coffee from Starbucks. Buy antique, retro-looking t-shirts with pre-faded logos from a bygone, pre-internet era... from an online catalog.
Hipsters are the distilled essence of all the phoniness of every counter-culture that has preceded them. They have inverted emptiness and made it into their homes. They are offensive to the degree in which one values honesty.
What's bad about hipsters is that they're hypocritical. In their quest to get away from the mainstream, they have created a subculture that has become part of the mainstream. That is because they openly flaunt the aspects of their subculture and talk of why they think their way of life is the best, which attract disillusioned people who think that they are getting away from the vox populi, when in reality they are simply joining another part of it that pretends it is not. It is sort of like a teenager that states to everyone they know that nobody can tell them what to do them one day, and then the next day they go to school and sit down in a desk and accept what a teacher tells them to do. It defeats the purpose of publicly stating that no one can tell them what to do. It's hypocritical.
Most of them used to be emo/scene kids back in the 90's/early 00's and the paradox of uniform individuality seems to be common thread through most social fads. They're just a manifestation of postmodernism really, which isn't in and of itself a bad thing-but what is-is following trends out of fear of social rejection or ridicule even if that trend is ridiculed by others outside of it, older or who don't understand it. A lot of people spend an awful lot of time and energy pretending to be someone else and hipsters are no different, it's a silent tragedy.
What's so bad about hipsters? Gentrification. Something not even alluded to here. Perhaps it's outside of your experience.
Adhering to such a strict look or lifestyle makes this basically meaningless and soulless youth movement easily identifiable to property developers and advertisers as a monied demographic without conscious or code. The rapid destruction and displacement of communities in cities, not just in America, have been shown to directly follow in the wake of ironic glasses and whimsical street art.
People's homes and social spaces are being systematically taken away from them to cater directly to this demographic. The 'hipster' look and lifestyle is a symbol of economic power.
The problem with SOME hipsters is that they appropriate different elements of cultures and then become cultural critics of the culture they have appropriated. Because this hypothetical hipster "found' some esoteric style before you, or he has more knowledge about it than you, he suddenly has the right to 1) say you're not cool (whatever that means) or 2) you shouldn't appropriate that because you don't really know about it, 'understand it' or adopted it to late.
Ultimately, they are social engineers who inflate their own status, in our informal social hierarchy, through cultural elitism. It's annoying as fuck and pretty much a more nuanced form of "High School'.
Iconoclasm is not authentic when the goal is to be iconoclastic
Hipster culture now feel more Dadaist than it does convenient and/or conservative. Just for sake, or just in spite but it is definitely a bandwagoned movement; it looks cool, defying, and appeals to everyone in their late teens- 20 somethings. Hipsters adorn the following ten stereotypes:
- A nice Macbook... w/ f'n stickers and decals slapped on the side of it (strong sign)
- Fixed Gear Bicycles ( definitely a strong sign)
- Big ass glasses
- A hat, any hat, doesn't matter, grab a beanie and join the club. Fedoras are more of a mascot.
- SKINNY TAPERED JEANS...worn by guys. Just...how can you breathe down there? (Instant hipster)
- Smokes cigarettes and drinks Starbucks coffee (bad combination, strong sign)
- Politically correct for the most part, will associate themselves as libertarians or anarchists
- Have student loan debt & majored in something they didn't even work hard in
- Has a strong reference to everything 90s, nostalgia gaggers for the most part
- Strong sense of narcissism
The problem with hipsters is not so much what they listen to, or what they wear... It's more about how they act about it. Hipsters are people who show off about what band they listen to, because they think it makes them seem cultured. Same goes with clothes, movies, etc. It's basically snobbery- they're just trying to seem cool, to seem clever.
Hipsters are gross because they are pretentious, vacant, and pursue image rather than substance. They strive for mediocrity rather than greatness, collectivism over greatness, intuition over rationality. Their views are self-contradictory and hypocritical.
On the positive side, their strident quest for rebelliousness of image has necessarily instilled a refusal to accept self-consciousness or the judgments of others. And that can make them fun to be around, as long as they can't identify anything in you that smacks of something vaguely reminiscent of The Enemy. The Enemy is in no way clear, understood, or defined, but rather a mystical sentiment associated with words like 'corporate, conservative, science, money, practical, define, rational, logical, precise, purpose, meaning,' and many, many others.
Anyone who is truly revolutionary, they will not accept or include, because he will not bother with the mustache, the top hat, or any of the other images of group affiliation with a group that is solely affiliated around image. And because, frankly, he will actually be different, whereas hipsters aside from their fashion choices, are supremely normal and worshipers of normalcy.
They very carefully play within all the rules of the status quo, even in their speech and thoughts.
They are the new zombie class of a society that explicitly encourages nominal and superficial "uniqueness," as a spice for the blandness of conformist behavior.
They are the cowards who admired the boldness of rebels, sought to emulate them as weaklings do, but without any understanding of what make the rebel a rebel in the first place.
They are the cowards who admired the boldness of rebels, sought to emulate them as weaklings do, but without any understanding of what make the rebel a rebel in the first place.
Rock You Like A Hurricane
It's early morning, the sun comes out last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin so what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell so give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go I've got to leave, it's time for a show
Here I am rock you like a hurricane
Here I am rock you like a hurricane
My body is burning, it starts to shout desire is coming, it breaks out loud
Lust is in cages 'til storm breaks loose just have to make it with someone I choose
The night is calling, I have to go the wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win on the hunt tonight for love at first sting
It's early morning, the sun comes out last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin so what is wrong with another sin?
The night is calling, I have to go the wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win on the hunt tonight for love at first sting
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin so what is wrong with another sin?
The bitch is hungry, she needs to tell so give her inches and feed her well
More days to come, new places to go I've got to leave, it's time for a show
Here I am rock you like a hurricane
Here I am rock you like a hurricane
My body is burning, it starts to shout desire is coming, it breaks out loud
Lust is in cages 'til storm breaks loose just have to make it with someone I choose
The night is calling, I have to go the wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win on the hunt tonight for love at first sting
It's early morning, the sun comes out last night was shaking and pretty loud
My cat is purring, it scratches my skin so what is wrong with another sin?
The night is calling, I have to go the wolf is hungry, he runs the show
He's licking his lips, he's ready to win on the hunt tonight for love at first sting
The Sails Of Charon
Dark night, there is no light in the realm of the black magic man
Soul's flight into the cold blight of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man, whose spirits are stronger they're the ones who will reign your struggles are in vain
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood soon black magic's dying you'd better start crying
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood soon black magic's dying you'd better start crying
Throw out your evil desire the dark king's kingdom is made out of mire
Throw out your evil desire the dark king's kingdom is made out of mire
Keep on for the kingdom of light there is no darkness, there is no night
Soul's flight into the cold blight of the destroyer's magic land
Poor man, whose spirits are stronger they're the ones who will reign your struggles are in vain
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood soon black magic's dying you'd better start crying
Blind man, you're suckin' your own blood soon black magic's dying you'd better start crying
Throw out your evil desire the dark king's kingdom is made out of mire
Throw out your evil desire the dark king's kingdom is made out of mire
Keep on for the kingdom of light there is no darkness, there is no night
Wind Of Change
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
An August summer night soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change
Walking down the street distant memories are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (the glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (the wind of change)
The wind of change blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say
An August summer night soldiers passing by listening to the wind of change
The world is closing in did you ever think that we could be so close, like brothers
The future's in the air I can feel it everywhere blowing with the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change
Walking down the street distant memories are buried in the past forever
I follow the Moskva down to Gorky Park listening to the wind of change
Take me to the magic of the moment on a glory night
Where the children of tomorrow share their dreams (share their dreams)
With you and me
Take me to the magic of the moment
On a glory night (the glory night)
Where the children of tomorrow dream away (dream away)
In the wind of change (the wind of change)
The wind of change blows straight into the face of time
Like a stormwind that will ring the freedom bell for peace of mind
Let your balalaika sing what my guitar wants to say
Animal Magnetism
You get me loose I want ya, that's all I do
You leave me loose I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
You make me groove I want ya, that's all I do
You let me groove I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
Who are you your magic is strange and new
Who are you I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
You leave me loose I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
You make me groove I want ya, that's all I do
You let me groove I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
Who are you your magic is strange and new
Who are you I want ya, that's all I do
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
Make love to me right now
Love me till I'm down
Reviewing The Situation
A man's got a heart, hasn't he joking apart, hasn't he?
And tho' I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint
I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint
I'm reviewing the situation can a fellow be a villain all his life?
All the trials and tribulations better settle down and get myself a wife.
And a wife would cook and sew for me and come for me, and go for me,
And go for me, and nag at me the fingers, she will wag at me.
The money she will take me a misery, she'll make from me...
I think I'd better thing it out again!
A wife you can keep, anyway I'd rather sleep, anyway.
Left without anyone in the world and I'm starting from now
So how to win friends and to influence people so how?
I'm reviewing the situation, I must quickly look up everyone I know.
Titled people -- with a station who can help me make a real impressive show!
I will own a suite at Claridges and run a fleet of carriages,
And wave at all the duchesses with friendliness, as much as is
Befitting of my new estate"Good morrow to you, magistrate!"
Oh gawd! I think I'd better think it out again.
So where shall I go -- somebody? Who do I know? Nobody!
All my dearest companions have always been villains and thieves...
So at my time of life I should start turning over new leaves?
I'm reviewing the situation if you want to eat -- you've got to earn a bob!
Is it such a humiliation for a robber to perform an honest job?
So a job I'm getting, possibly I wonder who my boss'll be?
I wonder if he'll take to me what bonuses he'll make to me...?
I'll start at eight and finish late at normal rate, and all.but wait!
I think I'd better think it out again.
What happens when I'm seventy must come a time... seventy.
When you're old, and it's cold and who cares if you live or you die,
Your one consolation's the money you may have put by...
I'm reviewing the situation.I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!
You'll be seeing no transformation but it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way.
I don't want nobody hurt for me or made to do the dirt for me.
This rotten life is not for me it's getting far too hot for me.
There is no in between for me but who will change the scene for me?
Don't want no one to rob for me but who will find a job for me,
I think I'd better think it out again!
And tho' I'd be the first one to say that I wasn't a saint
I'm finding it hard to be really as black as they paint
I'm reviewing the situation can a fellow be a villain all his life?
All the trials and tribulations better settle down and get myself a wife.
And a wife would cook and sew for me and come for me, and go for me,
And go for me, and nag at me the fingers, she will wag at me.
The money she will take me a misery, she'll make from me...
I think I'd better thing it out again!
A wife you can keep, anyway I'd rather sleep, anyway.
Left without anyone in the world and I'm starting from now
So how to win friends and to influence people so how?
I'm reviewing the situation, I must quickly look up everyone I know.
Titled people -- with a station who can help me make a real impressive show!
I will own a suite at Claridges and run a fleet of carriages,
And wave at all the duchesses with friendliness, as much as is
Befitting of my new estate"Good morrow to you, magistrate!"
Oh gawd! I think I'd better think it out again.
So where shall I go -- somebody? Who do I know? Nobody!
All my dearest companions have always been villains and thieves...
So at my time of life I should start turning over new leaves?
I'm reviewing the situation if you want to eat -- you've got to earn a bob!
Is it such a humiliation for a robber to perform an honest job?
So a job I'm getting, possibly I wonder who my boss'll be?
I wonder if he'll take to me what bonuses he'll make to me...?
I'll start at eight and finish late at normal rate, and all.but wait!
I think I'd better think it out again.
What happens when I'm seventy must come a time... seventy.
When you're old, and it's cold and who cares if you live or you die,
Your one consolation's the money you may have put by...
I'm reviewing the situation.I'm a bad 'un and a bad 'un I shall stay!
You'll be seeing no transformation but it's wrong to be a rogue in ev'ry way.
I don't want nobody hurt for me or made to do the dirt for me.
This rotten life is not for me it's getting far too hot for me.
There is no in between for me but who will change the scene for me?
Don't want no one to rob for me but who will find a job for me,
I think I'd better think it out again!
If I Were A Rich Man
If I were a rich man all day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard.
If I were a biddy biddy rich man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down and one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks for the town to see and hear.
Squawking just as noisily as they can with each loud "cheep" "squawk" "honk" "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear as if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man all day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard.
If I were a biddy biddy rich man.
I'd see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
What a happy mood she's in screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye...""Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack to sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a rich man all day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard man.
Lord who made the lion and the lamb You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan if I were a wealthy man.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard.
If I were a biddy biddy rich man.
I'd build a big tall house with rooms by the dozen right in the middle of the town.
A fine tin roof with real wooden floors below.
There would be one long staircase just going up,
And one even longer coming down and one more leading nowhere, just for show.
I'd fill my yard with chicks and turkeys and geese and ducks for the town to see and hear.
Squawking just as noisily as they can with each loud "cheep" "squawk" "honk" "quack"
Would land like a trumpet on the ear as if to say "Here lives a wealthy man."
If I were a rich man all day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard.
If I were a biddy biddy rich man.
I'd see my wife, my Golde, looking like a rich man's wife with a proper double-chin.
Supervising meals to her heart's delight I see her putting on airs and strutting like a peacock.
What a happy mood she's in screaming at the servants, day and night.
The most important men in town would come to fawn on me!
They would ask me to advise them like a Solomon the Wise.
"If you please, Reb Tevye...""Pardon me, Reb Tevye..."
Posing problems that would cross a rabbi's eyes!
And it won't make one bit of difference if i answer right or wrong.
When you're rich, they think you really know!
If I were rich, I'd have the time that I lack to sit in the synagogue and pray.
And maybe have a seat by the Eastern wall.
And I'd discuss the holy books with the learned men, several hours every day.
That would be the sweetest thing of all.
If I were a rich man all day long I'd biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man I wouldn't have to work hard man.
Lord who made the lion and the lamb You decreed I should be what I am.
Would it spoil some vast eternal plan if I were a wealthy man.
Send In The Clowns
Isn't it rich are we a pair me here at last on the ground you in mid-air where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss don't you approve one who keeps tearing around one who can't move,
Where are the clowns there ought to be clowns?
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines no one is there don't you love farce my fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns send in the clowns don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich isn't it queer losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns there ought to be clowns well, maybe next year
Send in the clowns those daffy laffy clowns,
Send in those soulful and doleful shmaltz-by-the-bowlful clowns.
Send in the clowns they're already here!
Isn't it bliss don't you approve one who keeps tearing around one who can't move,
Where are the clowns there ought to be clowns?
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines no one is there don't you love farce my fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns send in the clowns don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich isn't it queer losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns there ought to be clowns well, maybe next year
Send in the clowns those daffy laffy clowns,
Send in those soulful and doleful shmaltz-by-the-bowlful clowns.
Send in the clowns they're already here!
Send In The Clowns
Isn't it rich are we a pair me here at last on the ground you in mid-air where are the clowns?
Isn't it bliss don't you approve one who keeps tearing around one who can't move,
Where are the clowns there ought to be clowns?
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines no one is there don't you love farce my fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns send in the clowns don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich isn't it queer losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns there ought to be clowns well, maybe next year
Isn't it bliss don't you approve one who keeps tearing around one who can't move,
Where are the clowns there ought to be clowns?
Just when I'd stopped opening doors,
Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours
Making my entrance again with my usual flair
Sure of my lines no one is there don't you love farce my fault, I fear
I thought that you'd want what I want sorry, my dear!
But where are the clowns send in the clowns don't bother, they're here
Isn't it rich isn't it queer losing my timing this late in my career
But where are the clowns there ought to be clowns well, maybe next year
Summertime
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby don't you cry
One of these mornings you are gonna rise up singing
Then you spread your wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With daddy and the mommy standing by
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby don't you cry
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby don't you cry
One of these mornings you are gonna rise up singing
Then you spread your wings and take to the sky
But until that morning there is nothing can harm you
With daddy and the mommy standing by
Summertime and the living is easy
Fish are jumping and the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich and your mama's good-looking
So hush, little baby don't you cry
Wednesday, 28 August 2019
When You're Smiling (The Whole World Smiles With You)
When you're smiling when you're smiling
The whole world smiles with you
When you're laughing when you're laughing
The sun comes shining through
But when you're crying you bring on the rain
So stop your sighing be happy again
And keep on smiling keep on smiling
And the whole world smiles with you
The whole world smiles with you
When you're laughing when you're laughing
The sun comes shining through
But when you're crying you bring on the rain
So stop your sighing be happy again
And keep on smiling keep on smiling
And the whole world smiles with you
YOU'RE NOT THE ONLY OYSTER IN THE STEW
You're not the only oyster in the stew, not the only tea leaf in the tea;
However, I'm convinced completely, fully, firmly convinced you're the only one for me!
You're not the only wrinkle in the prune you're not the only apple on the tree;
Judging all the facts perfectly logical positive facts you're the only one for me!
So well supplied, the first things I see your smile is refreshing, kisses so unique!
When I'm 'round I'm susceptible and weak I loves ya, I loves ya, so to speak!
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree not to mention serfs,
And English, Irish, Italians and Turks,
But you're the only one for me!
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree,
Not to mention English, Irish, Turks,
You're the only one for me you're not the only oyster in the stew
However, I'm convinced completely, fully, firmly convinced you're the only one for me!
You're not the only wrinkle in the prune you're not the only apple on the tree;
Judging all the facts perfectly logical positive facts you're the only one for me!
So well supplied, the first things I see your smile is refreshing, kisses so unique!
When I'm 'round I'm susceptible and weak I loves ya, I loves ya, so to speak!
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree not to mention serfs,
And English, Irish, Italians and Turks,
But you're the only one for me!
There's seven million people in New York,
Fifty million Frenchmen in Paree,
Not to mention English, Irish, Turks,
You're the only one for me you're not the only oyster in the stew
Summer Breeze
See the curtains hanging in the window, in the evening on a Friday night
A little light shining through the window, lets me know everything's alright
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper laying in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day's work and you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile waiting in the kitchen, food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
A little light shining through the window, lets me know everything's alright
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
See the paper laying in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Sweet days of summer, the jasmine's in bloom July is dressed up and playing her tune
And I come home from a hard day's work and you're waiting there, not a care in the world
See the smile waiting in the kitchen, food cooking and the plates for two
Feel the arms that reach out to hold me, in the evening when the day is through
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Feeling Good
Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all having fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me
Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Freedom is mine and I know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Breeze drifting on by you know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom on the tree you know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all having fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world and a bold world for me
Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Freedom is mine and I know how I feel
It's a new dawn it's a new day it's a new life
For me and I'm feeling good
Mississippi Goddamn
Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
Can't you see it can't you feel it it's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer somebody say a prayer
Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
This is a show tune but the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound dogs on my trail school children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine we all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here I don't belong there I've even stopped believing in prayer
Don't tell me I tell you me and my people just about due I've been there so I know
They keep on saying 'Go slow!'but that's just the trouble
'Do it slow' washing the windows
'Do it slow'picking the cotton
'Do it slow' you're just plain rotten
'Do it slow' you're too damn lazy
'Do it slow' the thinking's crazy
'Do it slow' where am I going
What am I doing I don't know I don't know
Just try to do your very best stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
I made you thought I was kidding picket lines school boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot all I want is equality for my sister my brother my people and me
Yes you lied to me all these years you told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady and you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie
But this whole country is full of lies you're all gonna die and die like flies I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying 'Go slow!''Go slow!'but that's just the trouble
'Do it slow' Desegregation
'Do it slow' Mass participation
'Do it slow' Reunification
'Do it slow' Do things gradually
'Do it slow' But bring more tragedy
'Do it slow' Why don't you see it Why don't you feel it I don't know I don't know
You don't have to live next to me just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi goddam, that's it
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
Can't you see it can't you feel it it's all in the air
I can't stand the pressure much longer somebody say a prayer
Alabama's gotten me so upset Tennessee made me lose my rest
And everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
This is a show tune but the show hasn't been written for it, yet
Hound dogs on my trail school children sitting in jail
Black cat cross my path I think every day's gonna be my last
Lord have mercy on this land of mine we all gonna get it in due time
I don't belong here I don't belong there I've even stopped believing in prayer
Don't tell me I tell you me and my people just about due I've been there so I know
They keep on saying 'Go slow!'but that's just the trouble
'Do it slow' washing the windows
'Do it slow'picking the cotton
'Do it slow' you're just plain rotten
'Do it slow' you're too damn lazy
'Do it slow' the thinking's crazy
'Do it slow' where am I going
What am I doing I don't know I don't know
Just try to do your very best stand up be counted with all the rest
For everybody knows about Mississippi goddam
I made you thought I was kidding picket lines school boy cots
They try to say it's a communist plot all I want is equality for my sister my brother my people and me
Yes you lied to me all these years you told me to wash and clean my ears
And talk real fine just like a lady and you'd stop calling me Sister Sadie
But this whole country is full of lies you're all gonna die and die like flies I don't trust you any more
You keep on saying 'Go slow!''Go slow!'but that's just the trouble
'Do it slow' Desegregation
'Do it slow' Mass participation
'Do it slow' Reunification
'Do it slow' Do things gradually
'Do it slow' But bring more tragedy
'Do it slow' Why don't you see it Why don't you feel it I don't know I don't know
You don't have to live next to me just give me my equality
Everybody knows about Mississippi everybody knows about Alabama
Everybody knows about Mississippi goddam, that's it
Hard To Be Humble
Lord it's hard to be humble when you're perfect in every way
I can't wait to look in the mirror because I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man
Lord it's hard to be humble but I'm doing the best that I can
I used to have me a girlfriend but I guess that she couldn't compete
With all of them love-starved women who keep clamouring round at my feet
I could probably find me another but I guess they're all in awe of me
Who cares, I'll never get lonesome because I treasure my own company
I guess you could say I'm a loner a cowboy out lone, tough, and proud
I could have lot of friends if I wanted but then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd
Some folks say that I'm egotistical hell I don't even know what that means
I guess it has something to do with the way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans
I can't wait to look in the mirror because I get better looking each day
To know me is to love me I must be a hell of a man
Lord it's hard to be humble but I'm doing the best that I can
I used to have me a girlfriend but I guess that she couldn't compete
With all of them love-starved women who keep clamouring round at my feet
I could probably find me another but I guess they're all in awe of me
Who cares, I'll never get lonesome because I treasure my own company
I guess you could say I'm a loner a cowboy out lone, tough, and proud
I could have lot of friends if I wanted but then I wouldn't stand out from the crowd
Some folks say that I'm egotistical hell I don't even know what that means
I guess it has something to do with the way that I fill out my skin tight blue jeans
Monday, 26 August 2019
Rivers Of Babylon
We sat down and wept by the waters of Babel, and thought of the day
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters made Salem’s high places his prey;
And ye, oh her desolate daughters were scattered all weeping away.
While sadly we gazed on the river which rolled on in freedom below,
They demanded the song; but, oh never that triumph the stranger shall know!
May this right hand be withered for ever ere it string our high harp for the foe!
On the willow that harp is suspended Oh Salem! its sound should be free;
And the hour when thy glories were ended but left me that token of thee:
And ne’er shall its soft tones be blended with the voice of the spoiler by me!
When our foe, in the hue of his slaughters made Salem’s high places his prey;
And ye, oh her desolate daughters were scattered all weeping away.
While sadly we gazed on the river which rolled on in freedom below,
They demanded the song; but, oh never that triumph the stranger shall know!
May this right hand be withered for ever ere it string our high harp for the foe!
On the willow that harp is suspended Oh Salem! its sound should be free;
And the hour when thy glories were ended but left me that token of thee:
And ne’er shall its soft tones be blended with the voice of the spoiler by me!
Manfred
When the moon is on the wave and the glow-worm in the grass,
And the meteor on the grave and the wisp on the morass;
When the falling stars are shooting and the answer’d owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine with a power and with a sign.
Though thy slumber may be deep yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are shades which will not vanish there are thoughts thou canst not banish;
By a power to thee unknown thou canst never be alone;
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud thou art gather’d in a cloud;
And for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell.
Though thou seest me not pass by thou shalt feel me with thine eye
As a thing that, though unseen must be near thee, and hath been;
And when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head,
Thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot,
And the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal.
And a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse;
And a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare;
In the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice;
And to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky;
And the day shall have a sun which shall make thee wish it done.
From thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill;
From thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring;
From thy own smile I snatch’d the snake for there it coil’d as in a brake;
From thy own lip I drew the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm;
In proving every poison known I found the strongest was thine own.
By thy cold breast and serpent smile by thy unfathomed gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others’ pain and by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper Hell!
And on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote thee to this trial;
Nor to slumber, nor to die shall be in thy destiny;
Though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear;
Lo! the spell now works around thee and the clankless chain hath bound thee;
O’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d–now wither!
And the meteor on the grave and the wisp on the morass;
When the falling stars are shooting and the answer’d owls are hooting,
And the silent leaves are still in the shadow of the hill,
Shall my soul be upon thine with a power and with a sign.
Though thy slumber may be deep yet thy spirit shall not sleep;
There are shades which will not vanish there are thoughts thou canst not banish;
By a power to thee unknown thou canst never be alone;
Thou art wrapt as with a shroud thou art gather’d in a cloud;
And for ever shalt thou dwell in the spirit of this spell.
Though thou seest me not pass by thou shalt feel me with thine eye
As a thing that, though unseen must be near thee, and hath been;
And when in that secret dread thou hast turn’d around thy head,
Thou shalt marvel I am not as thy shadow on the spot,
And the power which thou dost feel shall be what thou must conceal.
And a magic voice and verse hath baptized thee with a curse;
And a spirit of the air hath begirt thee with a snare;
In the wind there is a voice shall forbid thee to rejoice;
And to thee shall night deny all the quiet of her sky;
And the day shall have a sun which shall make thee wish it done.
From thy false tears I did distil an essence which hath strength to kill;
From thy own heart I then did wring the black blood in its blackest spring;
From thy own smile I snatch’d the snake for there it coil’d as in a brake;
From thy own lip I drew the charm which gave all these their chiefest harm;
In proving every poison known I found the strongest was thine own.
By thy cold breast and serpent smile by thy unfathomed gulfs of guile,
By that most seeming virtuous eye by thy shut soul’s hypocrisy;
By the perfection of thine art which pass’d for human thine own heart;
By thy delight in others’ pain and by thy brotherhood of Cain,
I call upon thee! and compel thyself to be thy proper Hell!
And on thy head I pour the vial which doth devote thee to this trial;
Nor to slumber, nor to die shall be in thy destiny;
Though thy death shall still seem near to thy wish, but as a fear;
Lo! the spell now works around thee and the clankless chain hath bound thee;
O’er thy heart and brain together hath the word been pass’d–now wither!
My Soul Is Dark
My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now ’tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once – or yield to song.
The harp I yet can brook to hear;
And let thy gentle fingers fling
Its melting murmurs o’er mine ear.
If in this heart a hope be dear,
That sound shall charm it forth again:
If in these eyes there lurk a tear,
‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.
But bid the strain be wild and deep,
Nor let thy notes of joy be first:
I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,
Or else this heavy heart will burst;
For it hath been by sorrow nursed,
And ached in sleepless silence, long;
And now ’tis doomed to know the worst,
And break at once – or yield to song.
She Walks In Beauty
She walks in beauty, like the night of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow but tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below a heart whose love is innocent!
And all that’s best of dark and bright meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light which heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express how pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow so soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow but tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below a heart whose love is innocent!
Running Down A Dream
It was a beautiful day, the sun beat down
I had the radio on, I was driving
Trees went by, me and Del were singing
Little Runaway I was flying
Running down a dream that never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
Hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine
I rolled on, the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
I had the radio on, I was driving
Trees went by, me and Del were singing
Little Runaway I was flying
Running down a dream that never would come to me
Working on a mystery, going wherever it leads
Running down a dream
I felt so good, like anything was possible
Hit cruise control and rubbed my eyes
The last three days the rain was unstoppable
It was always cold, no sunshine
I rolled on, the sky grew dark
I put the pedal down to make some time
There's something good waiting down this road
I'm pickin' up whatever's mine
MAID OF ATHENS, ERE WE PART
Maid of Athens,ere we part,
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers[4] that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istanbul
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!
Give, oh give me back my heart!
Or, since that has left my breast,
Keep it now, and take the rest!
Hear my vow before I go,
By those tresses unconfined,
Wooed by each Ægean wind;
By those lids whose jetty fringe
Kiss thy soft cheeks' blooming tinge
By those wild eyes like the roe,
Ζωή μου, σᾶς ἀγαπῶ.
By that lip I long to taste;
By that zone-encircled waist;
By all the token-flowers[4] that tell
What words can never speak so well;
By love's alternate joy and woe,
Maid of Athens! I am gone:
Think of me, sweet! when alone.
Though I fly to Istanbul
Athens holds my heart and soul:
Can I cease to love thee? No!
O Canada
O Canada our home and native land!
True patriot love in all of us command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free from far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada land of our ancestors
Glorious deeds circle your brow
For your arm knows how to wield the sword
Your arm knows how to carry the cross;
Your history is an epic of brilliant deeds
And your valour steeped in faith
Will protect our homes and our rights,
Will protect our homes and our rights
O Canada where pines and maples grow.
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow.
How dear to us thy broad domain from East to Western sea.
Thou land of hope for all who toil Thou True North, strong and free!
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons, and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years from East to Western sea.
Our own beloved native land Our True North, strong and free!
Under the eye of God, near the giant river the Canadian grows hoping.
He was born of a proud race blessed was his birthplace Heaven has noted his career
In this new world always guided by its light,
He will keep the honour of his flag,
He will keep the honour of his flag.
From his patron, the precursor of the true God,
He wears the halo of fire on his brow.
Enemy of tyranny but full of loyalty,
He wants to keep in harmony,
His proud freedom and by the effort of his genius,
Set on our ground the truth,
Set on our ground the truth.
Sacred love of the throne and the altar,
Fill our hearts with your immortal breath!
Among the foreign races our guide is the law:
Let us know how to be a people of brothers,
Under the yoke of faith and repeat, like our fathers,
The battle cry: "For Christ and King!"
The battle cry: "For Christ and King!"
True patriot love in all of us command.
With glowing hearts we see thee rise,
The True North strong and free from far and wide,
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada land of our ancestors
Glorious deeds circle your brow
For your arm knows how to wield the sword
Your arm knows how to carry the cross;
Your history is an epic of brilliant deeds
And your valour steeped in faith
Will protect our homes and our rights,
Will protect our homes and our rights
O Canada where pines and maples grow.
Great prairies spread and lordly rivers flow.
How dear to us thy broad domain from East to Western sea.
Thou land of hope for all who toil Thou True North, strong and free!
God keep our land glorious and free!
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada, we stand on guard for thee.
O Canada beneath thy shining skies
May stalwart sons, and gentle maidens rise,
To keep thee steadfast through the years from East to Western sea.
Our own beloved native land Our True North, strong and free!
Under the eye of God, near the giant river the Canadian grows hoping.
He was born of a proud race blessed was his birthplace Heaven has noted his career
In this new world always guided by its light,
He will keep the honour of his flag,
He will keep the honour of his flag.
From his patron, the precursor of the true God,
He wears the halo of fire on his brow.
Enemy of tyranny but full of loyalty,
He wants to keep in harmony,
His proud freedom and by the effort of his genius,
Set on our ground the truth,
Set on our ground the truth.
Sacred love of the throne and the altar,
Fill our hearts with your immortal breath!
Among the foreign races our guide is the law:
Let us know how to be a people of brothers,
Under the yoke of faith and repeat, like our fathers,
The battle cry: "For Christ and King!"
The battle cry: "For Christ and King!"
Summer In The City
Hot town, summer in the city back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Cool town, evening in the city dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Hot town, summer in the city back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Been down, isn't it a pity doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Cool town, evening in the city dressing so fine and looking so pretty
Cool cat, looking for a kitty gonna look in every corner of the city
Till I'm wheezing like a bus stop running up the stairs, gonna meet you on the rooftop
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Hot town, summer in the city back of my neck getting dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people looking half dead walking on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
But at night it's a different world go out and find a girl
Come on, come on and dance all night despite the heat it'll be all right
And babe, don't you know it's a pity that the days can't be like the nights
In the summer, in the city in the summer, in the city
Blogging A Food Blog
We're blogging' a food blog, Marge and Bart and Lisa as one now, we're having fun now.
Throwing down mad foodie game, knowing all the chefs' names,
Rolling into K-Town, bibimbap and bulgogi the hotties I chill with are sriracha and kimchi,
Homemade terrines, my ducks always confit I braise with a billion more BTUs than I need,
I cook a Thanksgiving turkey in a trash-bag, sous vide a fumatore in Brindisi Fed-Exes me salami,
Don't scoop gelato unless it's got umami,
I'll be "Frank" like Bruni, "Ruthless" like Reichl, "Wiley" like Dufresne, and when I take the mike,
I'll Rhyme about radicchio, criticize Colicchio every pub is gastro, and all my beef carpaccio,
Throw it in the Pho Yo and don't you call that Pho "Foe",
Talk about broth-squirting dumplings, dumplings, dumplings, dumplings.
We're blogging a food blog uploading pics with our fun mom, fun mom, fun mom.
We're blogging a food blog setting up accounts for our users, using computers,
Post tweets every day, yo, yo, tweets every day, y'all,
Never give it four stars ain't never give it four stars maybe two, maybe three,
Moderating the comments checking the page views,
G-G-G Duck fat truffle oil Yo, yo, yo,
My food is art. My food is art it comes right from the heart
Throwing down mad foodie game, knowing all the chefs' names,
Rolling into K-Town, bibimbap and bulgogi the hotties I chill with are sriracha and kimchi,
Homemade terrines, my ducks always confit I braise with a billion more BTUs than I need,
I cook a Thanksgiving turkey in a trash-bag, sous vide a fumatore in Brindisi Fed-Exes me salami,
Don't scoop gelato unless it's got umami,
I'll be "Frank" like Bruni, "Ruthless" like Reichl, "Wiley" like Dufresne, and when I take the mike,
I'll Rhyme about radicchio, criticize Colicchio every pub is gastro, and all my beef carpaccio,
Throw it in the Pho Yo and don't you call that Pho "Foe",
Talk about broth-squirting dumplings, dumplings, dumplings, dumplings.
We're blogging a food blog uploading pics with our fun mom, fun mom, fun mom.
We're blogging a food blog setting up accounts for our users, using computers,
Post tweets every day, yo, yo, tweets every day, y'all,
Never give it four stars ain't never give it four stars maybe two, maybe three,
Moderating the comments checking the page views,
G-G-G Duck fat truffle oil Yo, yo, yo,
My food is art. My food is art it comes right from the heart
The Sound Of Pudding
Hello dessert, my old friend I've come to eat with you again
Because a pumpkin pie softly creeping left its seeds while I was eating
And the bacon that was planted in my tummy still remains
Within the sound of pudding
And restless gravy runs alone thru mashed potatoes and bacon
Neath the halo of a donut I turned my mouth to a steam clam
When my mouth got taste of a pudding pie with whipped cream
Within the sound of pudding.
Dreams of cheeseburgers topped with bacon and barbecue sauce
BBQ pulled pork sandwiches topped with a mountain of coleslaw
Nashville fried chicken doused in spicy Korean sauce with cheesy fries
Wash it down with a cocktail of watermelon and vodka a nice surprise
And still there is room in my tummy for that chocolate cookie pie
Hello dessert, my old friend I've come to eat with you again
Because a pumpkin pie softly creeping left its seeds while I was eating
And the bacon that was planted in my tummy still remains
Within the sound of pudding
Because a pumpkin pie softly creeping left its seeds while I was eating
And the bacon that was planted in my tummy still remains
Within the sound of pudding
And restless gravy runs alone thru mashed potatoes and bacon
Neath the halo of a donut I turned my mouth to a steam clam
When my mouth got taste of a pudding pie with whipped cream
Within the sound of pudding.
Dreams of cheeseburgers topped with bacon and barbecue sauce
BBQ pulled pork sandwiches topped with a mountain of coleslaw
Nashville fried chicken doused in spicy Korean sauce with cheesy fries
Wash it down with a cocktail of watermelon and vodka a nice surprise
And still there is room in my tummy for that chocolate cookie pie
Hello dessert, my old friend I've come to eat with you again
Because a pumpkin pie softly creeping left its seeds while I was eating
And the bacon that was planted in my tummy still remains
Within the sound of pudding
Saturday, 24 August 2019
No More Saturday Nights
No More Saturday Nights
I get out of bed at six am in the morning and I get to work at fucking nine
The weekdays are going down like the train tracks down the fucking line
They say the economy is broken and all of the politicians are just fucked up
Its the back of the queue and the end of the line because everything is corrupt
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
You have set me up the wrong way you want to railroad me into your oblivion
You have done things to put me to shame but you are the one who wrote this chapter
I still cannot believe all of the shit out of your mouth that you fucking have said
Double speaking lying and jiving just one more day and I will end up fucking dead
If you think you are smart enough why don't you take a gun to your fucking head
There are no more Saturday nights because everything is down the fucking drain
If you cannot see it then there is no sunshine out in the middle of this pouring rain
There are no more Saturday nights because everything is down the fucking drain
If you cannot see it then there is no sunshine out in the middle of this pouring rain
The bartenders are nonsensical pricks looking around for their fucking junkie fix
You are nothing more than a disease I hope to God that you are fucking executed
I am tired of all of the bullshit that's in this town and its like a ton of fucking bricks
Call the death squad because someone in town is getting their head fucking kicked
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
You bouncers in the pubs are nothing more than Nazi meat heads looking for underage pussy
You think you want to uphold the law but your fucking stupidity is always fucking killing me
Questioning people for ID and lying bullshit about the fucked up one in one out over capacity
When the new world order reigns down on you you will be the first to go you fucking pricks
Your uniforms means nothing because the badge means you suck and you all suck fucking dick
I hope to God a riot in town breaks out and you will be battered by the riot police night stick
Old Harrow town has seen better days just give me the bomb just to detonate this fucking place
Gentrification is a byword just to move in lame fucking hipsters instead of old school regulars
Give me the fire and give me the kerosene so I can blow up this entire town all the fucking way
Would you rather be in pub or club with new facelifts or friends who can drink much faster
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
Fuck the hipsters and fuck the lame stream it just means fuck all to me because they are sheep
Shave off your beard cut your hair and burn your tattoos all of you jumped up fucking pricks
Nothing more than conforming clones I will find a weapon just to bash your fucking skull in
Right wing left wing your political dalliances makes me fucking sick you fucked up dicks
SJWs and pseudo gender transexual will receive death by fire the more efficient execution
Fuck the rising prices of food and drinks I want a weapon to bash some fucking skulls in
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
I get out of bed at six am in the morning and I get to work at fucking nine
The weekdays are going down like the train tracks down the fucking line
They say the economy is broken and all of the politicians are just fucked up
Its the back of the queue and the end of the line because everything is corrupt
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
You have set me up the wrong way you want to railroad me into your oblivion
You have done things to put me to shame but you are the one who wrote this chapter
I still cannot believe all of the shit out of your mouth that you fucking have said
Double speaking lying and jiving just one more day and I will end up fucking dead
If you think you are smart enough why don't you take a gun to your fucking head
There are no more Saturday nights because everything is down the fucking drain
If you cannot see it then there is no sunshine out in the middle of this pouring rain
There are no more Saturday nights because everything is down the fucking drain
If you cannot see it then there is no sunshine out in the middle of this pouring rain
The bartenders are nonsensical pricks looking around for their fucking junkie fix
You are nothing more than a disease I hope to God that you are fucking executed
I am tired of all of the bullshit that's in this town and its like a ton of fucking bricks
Call the death squad because someone in town is getting their head fucking kicked
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
We're not going down the pub the bouncers are a bunch of cunts
You bouncers in the pubs are nothing more than Nazi meat heads looking for underage pussy
You think you want to uphold the law but your fucking stupidity is always fucking killing me
Questioning people for ID and lying bullshit about the fucked up one in one out over capacity
When the new world order reigns down on you you will be the first to go you fucking pricks
Your uniforms means nothing because the badge means you suck and you all suck fucking dick
I hope to God a riot in town breaks out and you will be battered by the riot police night stick
Old Harrow town has seen better days just give me the bomb just to detonate this fucking place
Gentrification is a byword just to move in lame fucking hipsters instead of old school regulars
Give me the fire and give me the kerosene so I can blow up this entire town all the fucking way
Would you rather be in pub or club with new facelifts or friends who can drink much faster
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
Fuck the hipsters and fuck the lame stream it just means fuck all to me because they are sheep
Shave off your beard cut your hair and burn your tattoos all of you jumped up fucking pricks
Nothing more than conforming clones I will find a weapon just to bash your fucking skull in
Right wing left wing your political dalliances makes me fucking sick you fucked up dicks
SJWs and pseudo gender transexual will receive death by fire the more efficient execution
Fuck the rising prices of food and drinks I want a weapon to bash some fucking skulls in
All I fucking want is a bottle of beer and a shot of rum just to calm down my mood
But I know all of you lying cunts are the ones who will just end up as a mob of fools
Thursday, 22 August 2019
The Maple Leaf Forever
In days of yore, to this wild shore
French and British strangers came
And planted firm their conquerors' flags
Where Native peoples reigned
In struggle and in hope they forged
A nation here together
That there might wave so proud and free
The Maple Leaf forever.
Through bitter wars in freedom's cause
Brave Canadians fought and died
Now we, their children, guard the peace
Where hate and war divide
We'll not break faith with glories past
The torch we'll lower never
A shining light to all the world
The Maple Leaf forever.
From Arctic land to Great Lakes strand
Baie d’Espoir to Nootka Sound
May patriot love unite us and
True commonwealth be found;
And may Canadians new and old
Uphold the great endeavour
And proudly wave from sea to sea
The Maple Leaf forever.
The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf forever
And proudly wave from sea to sea
The Maple Leaf forever.
O, land of blue unending skies,
Mountains strong and sparkling snow,
A scent of freedom in the wind,
O'er the emerald fields below.
To thee we brought our hopes, our dreams,
For thee we stand together,
Our land of peace, where proudly flies,
The Maple Leaf forever.
Chorus:
Long may it wave, and grace our own,
Blue skies and stormy weather,
Within my heart, above my home,
The Maple Leaf forever!
O, Maple Leaf around the world,
You speak as you rise high above,
Of courage, peace and quiet strength,
Of the Canada that I love.
Remind us all, our union bound
By ties we cannot sever,
Bright flag revered on every ground,
The Maple Leaf forever!
French and British strangers came
And planted firm their conquerors' flags
Where Native peoples reigned
In struggle and in hope they forged
A nation here together
That there might wave so proud and free
The Maple Leaf forever.
Through bitter wars in freedom's cause
Brave Canadians fought and died
Now we, their children, guard the peace
Where hate and war divide
We'll not break faith with glories past
The torch we'll lower never
A shining light to all the world
The Maple Leaf forever.
From Arctic land to Great Lakes strand
Baie d’Espoir to Nootka Sound
May patriot love unite us and
True commonwealth be found;
And may Canadians new and old
Uphold the great endeavour
And proudly wave from sea to sea
The Maple Leaf forever.
The Maple Leaf, our emblem dear
The Maple Leaf forever
And proudly wave from sea to sea
The Maple Leaf forever.
O, land of blue unending skies,
Mountains strong and sparkling snow,
A scent of freedom in the wind,
O'er the emerald fields below.
To thee we brought our hopes, our dreams,
For thee we stand together,
Our land of peace, where proudly flies,
The Maple Leaf forever.
Chorus:
Long may it wave, and grace our own,
Blue skies and stormy weather,
Within my heart, above my home,
The Maple Leaf forever!
O, Maple Leaf around the world,
You speak as you rise high above,
Of courage, peace and quiet strength,
Of the Canada that I love.
Remind us all, our union bound
By ties we cannot sever,
Bright flag revered on every ground,
The Maple Leaf forever!
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