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Twinkle Twinkle
Artist: jazzy jeff & fresh prince
I'm not a
I'm not a
I'm not a
I'm not a
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I'm not a
Twinkle twinkle little star
Come on y'all i aint no
Yes you are
Up above the clouds so high
No not me i'm just a regular guy
Twinkle twinkle little star
Come on y'all i aint no
Yes you are
Up above the clouds so high
No not me i'm just a regular guy
---chorus---
Star light star so bright
First star that i see tonight
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song performed by Will Smith
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Bedroom Toys
Music Intro
Music Intro
You want it, You got it
You want it, You got it,
Now what you gonna do with it!
Now what you gonna do with it?
You want it, You got it
You want it, You got it,
Now what you gonna do with it!
Now what you gonna do with it?
Verse 1
Verse 1
I've been around the world
I've been around the world,
Seen alot of things
I've seen a lot of things,
That make your chicken curl,
That make your chicken curl,
Your squeezing like boys and teasing like girls
You're squeezing like boys,
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song performed by Duran Duran
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Leave Me Alone
(original by dr. dooom aka kool keith; remixed by leeroy thornhill)
(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who dont know
What Ive been going through to make my own, yeah...
Now its time to hurt your feelings as I upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think Im a monster, ill circus clown, Im not a specimen
Dont look at me funny when I come around
And yall been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they cant, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, its a shame
As I see em watching bet
Theres a million of creative rappers tryin to be me
Im starting to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They dont want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
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Book Second [School-Time Continued]
THUS far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavoured to retrace
The simple ways in which my childhood walked;
Those chiefly that first led me to the love
Of rivers, woods, and fields. The passion yet
Was in its birth, sustained as might befall
By nourishment that came unsought; for still
From week to week, from month to month, we lived
A round of tumult. Duly were our games
Prolonged in summer till the daylight failed:
No chair remained before the doors; the bench
And threshold steps were empty; fast asleep
The labourer, and the old man who had sate
A later lingerer; yet the revelry
Continued and the loud uproar: at last,
When all the ground was dark, and twinkling stars
Edged the black clouds, home and to bed we went,
Feverish with weary joints and beating minds.
Ah! is there one who ever has been young,
Nor needs a warning voice to tame the pride
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poem by William Wordsworth
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The Prelude, Book 2: School-time (Continued)
. Thus far, O Friend! have we, though leaving much
Unvisited, endeavour'd to retrace
My life through its first years, and measured back
The way I travell'd when I first began
To love the woods and fields; the passion yet
Was in its birth, sustain'd, as might befal,
By nourishment that came unsought, for still,
From week to week, from month to month, we liv'd
A round of tumult: duly were our games
Prolong'd in summer till the day-light fail'd;
No chair remain'd before the doors, the bench
And threshold steps were empty; fast asleep
The Labourer, and the old Man who had sate,
A later lingerer, yet the revelry
Continued, and the loud uproar: at last,
When all the ground was dark, and the huge clouds
Were edged with twinkling stars, to bed we went,
With weary joints, and with a beating mind.
Ah! is there one who ever has been young,
Nor needs a monitory voice to tame
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poem by William Wordsworth
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Of Pacchiarotto, and How He Worked in Distemper
I
Query: was ever a quainter
Crotchet than this of the painter
Giacomo Pacchiarotto
Who took "Reform" for his motto?
II
He, pupil of old Fungaio,
Is always confounded (heigho!)
With Pacchia, contemporaneous
No question, but how extraneous
In the grace of soul, the power
Of hand,—undoubted dower
Of Pacchia who decked (as we know,
My Kirkup!) San Bernardino,
Turning the small dark Oratory
To Siena's Art-laboratory,
As he made its straitness roomy
And glorified its gloomy,
With Bazzi and Beccafumi.
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poem by Robert Browning from Pacchiarotto (1876)
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The Legend Of St. Sophia Of Kioff
I.
[The Poet describes the city and spelling of Kiow, Kioff, or Kiova.]
A thousand years ago, or more,
A city filled with burghers stout,
And girt with ramparts round about,
Stood on the rocky Dnieper shore.
In armor bright, by day and night,
The sentries they paced to and fro.
Well guarded and walled was this town, and called
By different names, I'd have you to know;
For if you looks in the g'ography books,
In those dictionaries the name it varies,
And they write it off Kieff or Kioff, Kiova or Kiow.
II.
[Its buildings, public works, and ordinances, religious and civil.]
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poem by William Makepeace Thackeray
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The Ghost - Book IV
Coxcombs, who vainly make pretence
To something of exalted sense
'Bove other men, and, gravely wise,
Affect those pleasures to despise,
Which, merely to the eye confined,
Bring no improvement to the mind,
Rail at all pomp; they would not go
For millions to a puppet-show,
Nor can forgive the mighty crime
Of countenancing pantomime;
No, not at Covent Garden, where,
Without a head for play or player,
Or, could a head be found most fit,
Without one player to second it,
They must, obeying Folly's call,
Thrive by mere show, or not at all
With these grave fops, who, (bless their brains!)
Most cruel to themselves, take pains
For wretchedness, and would be thought
Much wiser than a wise man ought,
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poem by Charles Churchill
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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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There are two contrary impulses which govern this man's brain-the one sane, and the other eccentric. They alternate at regular intervals.
classic quote by Franz Schubert
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