Quotes about seventh, page 3
I'm Your Hoochie Coochie Man
The gypsy woman told my mother, while fore I was born,
I gotta boy child comin, he's gonna be a son of a gun,
He gonna make pretty womens, jump and shout,
Then the world wanna know, what's it all about.
I'm a heroe, everybody knows I'm him,
I'm your hoochie coochie man,
Everybody knows I him.
I got a black cat bone, I got a mojo too,
I got the John de Conqueroo, I'm gonna mess with you,
I'm gonna make you women, lead me by my hand,
Then the world will know, I'm your hoochie coochie man.
I'm a heroe, everybody knows I'm him,
Well you know the hoochie coochie man,
Everybody knows I him.
On the seventh hour, on the seventh month,
On the seventh day, the seven doctors say,
He was born for good luck, and that you'll see,
I got seven hundred dollars, and don't you mess with me.
I'm a heroe, everybody knows I'm him,
Well you know the hoochie coochie man,
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song performed by Supertramp
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Poor Tom
(page/plant)
Heres a tale of tom
Who worked the railroads long
His wife would cook his meal
As he would change the wheel
Poor tom, seventh son, always knew whats goin on
Aint a thing that you can hide from tom
There aint nothing that you can hide from tom
Worked for thirty years
Sharing hopes and fears
Dreamin of the day
He could turn and say
Poor tom, works done, been lazin out in the noonday sun
Aint a thing that you can hide from tom
His wife was annie mae
With any man a game shed play
When tom was out of town
She couldnt keep her dress down
Poor tom, seventh son, always knew whats goin on
Aint a thing that you can hide from tom
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song performed by Led Zeppelin
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Hoochie Coochie Man
Gypsy woman told my mama
while fore I was born.
Got a boy child comin mama,
Hell be a bad one, now.
Ill make all you little girls,
Turn your heads around.
Then Im gonna take you little girls,
Gonna take you right on down... with me yeah
Ho, you just wait and see.
Ill be your hoochie coochie man,
Ill set you free.
On the seventh hour of the seventh day
On the seventh month, seven doctors they say.
Ive got lots of good luck, you know they all agree.
But now if ya, if youre lookin for trouble babe,
You better not mess with me.
Hey, cause you know Ill getcha one by one.
Aint no fun.
Im that old hoochie coochie man,
A bad son of a gun.
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song performed by Allman Brothers Band, music by Willie Dixon (1967)
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Little Suzie
Got credit cards in my pockets
But I walk past bums all day
Why why why
I see dealers pushing poisons
But I have nothing to say
Why why why
I date two people at the same time
Knowing it is twice the sin
Why why why
Oh yes I have this little problem here I'm being vain again
Why why
Hey man I'm just listening to His teachings my soul and heart
This is God's movie and I'm just trying to play my part
Time is running out and we've broken the seventh seal
The more I read I realize that UFOs are real
Hey little Suzie
You don't have to cry no more
hey little Bobby
Don't you worry about the war
Hey little Jessica
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song performed by Kelis
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The Book of Urizen
PRELUDIUM TO THE [FIRST] BOOK OF URIZEN
Of the primeval Priests assum'd power,
When Eternals spurn'd back his religion;
And gave him a place in the north,
Obscure, shadowy, void, solitary.
Eternals I hear your call gladly,
Dictate swift winged words, & fear not
To unfold your dark visions of torment.
Chap: I
1. Lo, a shadow of horror is risen
In Eternity! Unknown, unprolific!
Self-closd, all-repelling: what Demon
Hath form'd this abominable void
This soul-shudd'ring vacuum? — Some said
"It is Urizen", But unknown, abstracted
Brooding secret, the dark power hid.
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poem by William Blake (1794)
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Gebir
FIRST BOOK.
I sing the fates of Gebir. He had dwelt
Among those mountain-caverns which retain
His labours yet, vast halls and flowing wells,
Nor have forgotten their old master's name
Though severed from his people here, incensed
By meditating on primeval wrongs,
He blew his battle-horn, at which uprose
Whole nations; here, ten thousand of most might
He called aloud, and soon Charoba saw
His dark helm hover o'er the land of Nile,
What should the virgin do? should royal knees
Bend suppliant, or defenceless hands engage
Men of gigantic force, gigantic arms?
For 'twas reported that nor sword sufficed,
Nor shield immense nor coat of massive mail,
But that upon their towering heads they bore
Each a huge stone, refulgent as the stars.
This told she Dalica, then cried aloud:
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poem by Walter Savage Landor
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XI. Guido
You are the Cardinal Acciaiuoli, and you,
Abate Panciatichi—two good Tuscan names:
Acciaiuoli—ah, your ancestor it was
Built the huge battlemented convent-block
Over the little forky flashing Greve
That takes the quick turn at the foot o' the hill
Just as one first sees Florence: oh those days!
'T is Ema, though, the other rivulet,
The one-arched brown brick bridge yawns over,—yes,
Gallop and go five minutes, and you gain
The Roman Gate from where the Ema's bridged:
Kingfishers fly there: how I see the bend
O'erturreted by Certosa which he built,
That Senescal (we styled him) of your House!
I do adjure you, help me, Sirs! My blood
Comes from as far a source: ought it to end
This way, by leakage through their scaffold-planks
Into Rome's sink where her red refuse runs?
Sirs, I beseech you by blood-sympathy,
If there be any vile experiment
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poem by Robert Browning from The Ring and the Book
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I went through seventh grade in private school. I went to private school from kindergarten to seventh grade.
quote by Stacie Orrico
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Upon Parson Beanes
Old Parson Beanes hunts six days of the week,
And on the seventh, he has his notes to seek.
Six days he hollows so much breath away
That on the seventh he can nor preach or pray.
poem by Robert Herrick
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If you want to succeed in the world you must make your own opportunities as you go on. The man who waits for some seventh wave to toss him on dry land will find that the seventh wave is a long time a-coming. You can commit no greater folly than to sit by the road side until someone comes along and invites you to ride with him to wealth or influence.
quote by John Ballantine Gough
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