Quotes about sill, page 3
Fat Lenny
Fat lennys gonna walk right into myself
Fat lennys gonna see myself (reflect it back on myself)
Fat lennys gonna lick the shellack off the window sill
And I say fat lennys gonna lick my head off
Stop by my friend fat lenny, I like him a lot (tell him about my buddy)
Hes fat lenny - what
Fat lennys gonna lick the shellack off the window sill
And I said now fat lennys gonna jump up and down (run back down the hill)
And I said now fat lenny knows what he is (to be fat lenny) cause he is fat lenny (hes my buddy)
Hes fat lenny (I know what he is to be fat lenny) cause hes my friend fat lenny
I like fat lenny, I like cause hes my friend fat lenny - fat lenny
What - you know - hes fat lenny - you know
You know hes fat lenny
Fat lennys gonna lick my brain today
Fat lenny doesnt like me anyway
Fat lenny said (my friend) today
Fat lenny
Fat lenny, fat lenny,
Fat lenny, fat lenny, fat fat fat lenny
Fat lenny, fat lenny
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song performed by Ween
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The Night Was So Young
The night was so young and everything still
The moon shining bright on my window sill
I think of her lips, it chills me inside
And then I think why does she have to hide
Is somebody gonna tell me why she has to hi-i-ide
Shes passin it by, she wont even try
To make this love go where it should
The skys turnin gray, theres clouds overhead
Im still not asleep, Im in my bed
I think of her eyes and it makes me sigh
I think of her voice and it makes me cry
Is somebody gonna tell me why she has to lie-i-ie
Shed be so right to hold me tonight
Love was made for her and i
Its three oclock I go to my sink
I pour some milk and I start to think
Is she asleep or is she awake
And does she think of the love we could make
Wake up, call me baby call me tell me whats on your mi-i-ind
Ive got a car and youre not too far
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song performed by Beach Boys
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Meit Odotellaan Mullan Alla
Jos me tuhat jalkaa alas tst
mahduttaisiin matkustamaan,
niin me emme estyis lytmst
vke tuon puoleisen maan.
Miksi prskyy tulivuoret,
maan kuoret repeill saa?
Kas, Tuonelasta ikinuoret
itsestn niin ilmoittaa.
Ne meteli pit.
Vaan l virka mitn -
joskushan rikkoontuu rajat,
kun juhlii vainajat
Sill
Meit odotellaan mullan alla -
meit odotellaan siell, odotellaan siell,
ja vaikka moni odottaa innokkaasti
niin ei menn ihan viel, eip menn ihan viel.
Ei ennen kuin on aika
Ei, ei, ei, ei.
Kokee vanha Bob -set
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song performed by YUP
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The Stranger Song
Its true that all the men you knew were dealers
Who said they were through with dealing
Every time you gave them shelter
I know that kind of man
Its hard to hold the hand of anyone
Who is reaching for the sky just to surrender.
And then sweeping up the jokers that he left behind
You find he did not leave you very much
Not even laughter
Like any dealer he was watching for the card
That is so high and wild
Hell never need to deal another
He was just some joseph looking for a manger
He was just some joseph looking for a manger.
And then leaning on your window sill
Hell say one day you caused his will
To weaken with your love and warmth and shelter
And then taking from his wallet
An old schedule of trains, hell say
I told you when I came I was a stranger
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song performed by Leonard Cohen
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Innately, children seem to have little true realistic anxiety. They will run along the brink of water, climb on the window sill, play with sharp objects and with fire, in short, do everything that is bound to damage them and to worry those in charge of them, that is wholly the result of education; for they cannot be allowed to make the instructive experiences themselves.
classic quote by Sigmund Freud
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Scotland’s Winter
Now the ice lays its smooth claws on the sill,
The sun looks from the hill
Helmed in his winter casket,
And sweeps his arctic sword across the sky.
The water at the mill
Sounds more hoarse and dull.
The miller’s daughter walking by
With frozen fingers soldered to her basket
Seems to be knocking
Upon a hundred leagues of floor
With her light heels, and mocking
Percy and Douglas dead,
And Bruce on his burial bed,
Where he lies white as may
With wars and leprosy,
And all the kings before
This land was kingless,
And all the singers before
This land was songless,
This land that with its dead and living waits the Judgement Day.
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poem by Edwin Muir
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In A Dark Time
In a dark time, the eye begins to see,
I meet my shadow in the deepening shade;
I hear my echo in the echoing wood--
A lord of nature weeping to a tree.
I live between the heron and the wren,
Beasts of the hill and serpents of the den.
What's madness but nobility of soul
At odds with circumstance? The day's on fire!
I know the purity of pure despair,
My shadow pinned against a sweating wall.
That place among the rocks--is it a cave,
Or a winding path? The edge is what I have.
A steady storm of correspondences!
A night flowing with birds, a ragged moon,
And in broad day the midnight come again!
A man goes far to find out what he is--
Death of the self in a long, tearless night,
All natural shapes blazing unnatural light.
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poem by Theodore Roethke
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The Writer
In her room at the prow of the house
Where light breaks, and the windows are tossed with linden,
My daughter is writing a story.
I pause in the stairwell, hearing
From her shut door a commotion of typewriter-keys
Like a chain hauled over a gunwale.
Young as she is, the stuff
Of her life is a great cargo, and some of it heavy:
I wish her a lucky passage.
But now it is she who pauses,
As if to reject my thought and its easy figure.
A stillness greatens, in which
The whole house seems to be thinking,
And then she is at it again with a bunched clamor
Of strokes, and again is silent.
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poem by Richard Wilbur
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The Listeners
'Is there anybody there?' said the Traveller,
Knocking on the moonlit door;
And his horse in the silence champed the grasses
Of the forest’s ferny floor:
And a bird flew up out of the turret,
Above the Traveller’s head:
And he smote upon the door again a second time;
'Is there anybody there?' he said.
But no one descended to the Traveller;
No head from the leaf-fringed sill
Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
Where he stood perplexed and still.
But only a host of phantom listeners
That dwelt in the lone house then
Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
To that voice from the world of men:
Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
That goes down to the empty hall,
Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
By the lonely Traveller's call.
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poem by Walter de la Mare
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We must do the best we can with what we have.
quote by Edward Rowland Sill
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