Quotes about seventh, page 2
New York City Boy
When youre a boy
Some days are tough
Lying on your bad
Playing punk rock and stuff
Home is a boot camp
You gotta escape
Wanna go and wander
In the ticker-tape
You feel the deal is real
Youre a new york city boy
So young, so run
Into new york city
New york city boy
Youll never have a bored day
cause youre a new york city boy
Where seventh avenue meets broadway
The street is amazing
The hoochies unreal
Check out all the hardware
At the latest deal
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song performed by Pet Shop Boys
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Birth Of The Three
The seventh had seven descendants
The seventh was then divided into three
They were given their first symbols
They bore the faces of animals
A Snake, an Eagle & the Lion
The first was known as magic
and he bore an enchanted heart
A Star of David upon his crest
was his eternal mark
The second was strength,
half a moon was he
A triangle he adorned,
a sword for all to see
The third was Lion wisdom,
a mind unmatched
Represented by the cross,
the white was his essence
A crystal his defense
The three were one, divided as rebirth
Forbidden to unite,
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song performed by Orphaned Land
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The Power Of God
Somethin real smooth
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
We'll get into the groove
Power of God move
Somethin real smooth
Somethin you need to take heed to
A basehead cleaned up his act
He stopped smokin crack and took his soul back
Decided, he could find a much better way to live
You know the way - positive
Without all the negative chemicals and drugs
Without all the hangin with the envious thugs
Never before was a man so far behind
And came back to rule for a long time
Positive will explode when you light me
My enemies lurked, and they held the dagger tightly
Wanted to taste my blood, but they got scarred
When they felt the power of God
Wickedness got crushed when the Lord came
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song performed by LL Cool J
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Seven Layers of Heaven
touch,
sight,
taste,
hear,
smell
....
....
seven layers
of heaven
set in me
two more
layers
lost in
myself
clouded
in the views
cast by the world
heaven
comes in
seven
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poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A pale Horse, George A. Custer and the Seventh Calvary
A horse to Ride, A sword to wield,
an ocean of grass to tame.
The Seventh was out in the field
to make George Custer’s name.
The village stretched before them,
Custer split his force in three.
Reno’s men struck from the south
and were taking casualties.
Did Custer reach the river
before the native’s struck?
This hero of the Civil war
had just run out of luck.
Major. Reno sensed the trap and fled
And found a place to stand
Benteen brought his men to Reno
to lend a helping hand.
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poem by John F. McCullagh
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Chapter 9 - The Seven Selves
In the stillest hour of the night, as I lay half asleep, my seven selves sat together and thus conversed in whisper:
First Self: Here, in this madman, I have dwelt all these years, with naught to do but renew his pain by day and recreate his sorrow by night. I can bear my fate no longer, and now I rebel.
Second Self: Yours is a better lot than mine, brother, for it is given to me to be this madman's joyous self. I laugh his laughter and sing his happy hours, and with thrice winged feet I dance his brighter thoughts. It is I that would rebel against my weary existence.
Third Self: And what of me, the love-ridden self, the flaming brand of wild passion and fantastic desires? It is I the love-sick self who would rebel against this madman.
Fourth Self: I, amongst you all, am the most miserable, for naught was given me but odious hatred and destructive loathing. It is I, the tempest-like self, the one born in the black caves of Hell, who would protest against serving this madman.
Fifth Self: Nay, it is I, the thinking self, the fanciful self, the self of hunger and thirst, the one doomed to wander without rest in search of unknown things and things not yet created; it is I, not you, who would rebel.
Sixth Self: And I, the working self, the pitiful labourer, who, with patient hands, and longing eyes, fashion the days into images and give the formless elements new and eternal forms-it is I, the solitary one, who would rebel against this restless madman.
Seventh Self: How strange that you all would rebel against this man, because each and every one of you has a preordained fate to fulfil. Ah! could I but be like one of you, a self with a determined lot! But I have none, I am the do-nothing self, the one who sits in the dumb, empty nowhere and nowhen, while you are busy re-creating life. Is it you or I, neighbours, who should rebel?
When the seventh self thus spake the other six selves looked with pity upon him but said nothing more; and as the night grew deeper one after the other went to sleep enfolded with a new and happy submission.
But the seventh self remained watching and gazing at nothingness, which is behind all things.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Middle School Mayhem
six grade, oh boy
new places, new faces
here I come middle school
busy hallways and I’m already confused
scary teachers
heavy books
I was hook
on middle school
clueless and clumsy was me
s.s. projects and foam model earths, yippy
I loved my English class
it was a bast
my pencil always glue to my hand
I play sax in the band
new found friends surround me
it filled me with glee
my whole life written in English class and middle ages fair
I won student of the year, that’s when I learned that people really care
that was my six grade mayhem
seventh grade, hooray for me
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poem by Molly Breadcrumb
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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs
No matter what life you lead
the virgin is a lovely number:
cheeks as fragile as cigarette paper,
arms and legs made of Limoges,
lips like Vin Du Rhône,
rolling her china-blue doll eyes
open and shut.
Open to say,
Good Day Mama,
and shut for the thrust
of the unicorn.
She is unsoiled.
She is as white as a bonefish.
Once there was a lovely virgin
called Snow White.
Say she was thirteen.
Her stepmother,
a beauty in her own right,
though eaten, of course, by age,
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poem by Anne Sexton
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Hoochie Coochie Man
(by willie dixon)
Gypsy woman told my mother fore I was born,
You got a boy-child coming, gonna be a son of a gun.
Gonna make pretty womens jump and shout,
And then the world wanna know what this all about.
But you know Im here.
Everybody knows Im here.
Well, Im the hoochie coochie man.
Everybody knows Im here.
I got the black cat bone and I got a mojo tooth.
I got the john the conquerer root, gonna mess with you.
Im gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
And then the world will know the hoochie coochie man.
Chorus
On the seventh hour, on the seventh day,
On the seventh month, seven doctors say,
He was born for good luck, that youll see.
I got seven hundred dollars; dont you mess with me!
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song performed by Eric Clapton
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Ball & Biscuit
Its quite possible that Im your third man girl
But its a fact that Im the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
But soon enough you will care, by the time Im done
Lets have a ball and a biscuit sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Lets have a ball and a biscuit sugar
And take our sweet little time about it
Tell everyone in the place just to get out
Well get clean together
And Ill find a soapbox where I can shout it
Read it in the newspaper
Ask your girlfriends and see if they know
That my strength is ten fold woman
And Ill let you see if you want to before you go
Its quite possible that Im your third man girl
But its a fact that Im the seventh son
It was the other two which made me your third
But it was my mother who made me the seventh son
And right now you could care less about me
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song performed by White Stripes
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