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  • Triple Shot Thursday: Clannad

    Song for Ireland

    Walking all the day, near tall towers
    where falcons build their nests
    Siver winged they fly,
    they know the call of freedom in their breasts
    Saw Black Head against the sky
    with twisted rocks that run down to the sea
    Living on your western shore,
    saw summer sunsets, asked for more
    I stood by your Atlantic sea
    and sang a song for Ireland

    Talking all the day with true friends
    who try to make you stay
    Telling jokes and news,
    singing songs to pass the night away
    Watched the Galway salmon run
    like silver dancing darting in the sun
    Living on your western shore
    saw summer sunsets, asked for more
    I stood by your Atlantic sea
    and sang a song for Ireland

    Drinking all the day in old pubs
    where fiddlers love to play
    Someone touched the bow,
    he played a reel
    it seemed so fine and gay
    Stood on Dingle beach
    and cast in wild foam we found Atlantic bass
    Living on your western shore,
    saw summer sunsets asked for more
    I stood by your Atlantic sea
    and sang a song for Ireland

    Dreaming in the night I saw a land
    where no man had to fight
    Waking in your dawn
    I saw you crying in the morning light
    Lying where the falcons fly,
    they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky
    Living on your western shore,
    saw summer sunsets asked for more
    I stood by your Atlantic sea
    and sang a song for Ireland


    Live and Learn

    Can't you feel the change in a different way
    When you listen?
    Like standing in the cold on a rainy day
    It didn't really matter

    Had no choice you had it your own way
    You live and learn

    It was just a shame on another day
    You know we kept on missing
    So try and try again
    No it's not in vain
    You live and you learn

    Heard that voice
    Now do it your own way
    You live and learn

    It's what you have to say you just say anyway
    Only space that matters
    Taking in the rays
    Holding out the pain
    So you live and you learn

    Take that choice
    To have it your own way
    So you live and learn


    Stepping Stone

    Moving drift wood stopped and stared
    It proved too much for me
    I'm looking at an empty shell

    The young girl waiting
    She's waiting there
    With a suit case in her hand
    She won't look back on the land

    But with a change of heart
    For you it might come true
    It's like a stepping stone
    You know it's up to you
    Just like a stepping stone
    You know it might come true.

    She wants her freedom
    To see with her own eyes
    All the cities of the world
    And the faces strange to hers
    Strange in her eyes.

    But with a change of heart
    For you it might come true
    It's like a stepping stone
    You know it's up to you.
    With a change of heart
    You have to see it through
    It's like a steppng stone
    You know it's up to you
    It's like a stepping stone
    You know it might come true.
    "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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    • At Last by Ella Fitzgerald

      At last
      my love has come along
      my lonely days are over
      and life is like a song

      At last
      the skies above are blue
      my heart was wrapped up in clover
      the night I looked at you
      I found a dream
      that I could speak to
      a dream that I can call my own
      I found a thrill to press my cheek to
      a thrill that I have never known well

      You smile
      you smile
      oh and then the spell was cast
      and here we are in heaven
      for you are mine at last
      "Speaking on the subject of conformity: This rotting concept of the unfathomable nostril mystifies the fuming crotch of my being!!! Stop with the mooing you damned chihuahua!!! Ganglia!! Rats eat babies!" ~ happy noodle boy

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      • FRIDAY ON MY MIND
        The Easybeats


        Monday morning feels so bad,
        Ev'rybody seems to nag me
        Coming tuesday I feel better,
        Even my old man looks good,
        Wednesday just don't go,
        Thursday goes too slow,
        I've got Friday on my mind

        Chorus

        Gonna have fun in the city,
        Be with my girl she's so pretty,
        She looks fine tonight,
        She is out of sight to me,
        Tonight....I spend my bread,
        Tonight...I lose my head,
        Tonight...I got to get tonight
        Monday I have Friday on my mind.


        Do the five day drag once more,
        Know of nothing else that bugs me
        More than working for the rich man,
        Hey I'll change that scene one day,
        Today I might be mad,
        Tomorrow I'll be glad,
        I've got Friday on my mind,

        (Repeat Chorus)
        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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        • M People - Angel Street

          If you think the world owes you a ride
          You'll never find the reason why
          Boy you know it's down to you
          Looking down, you'll only see your own two feet
          Mama used to say to me
          Take a walk down Angel Street

          So sweet thing
          Have I got news for you
          Come and taste my soul food
          So what have you got to lose?

          Angel Street
          Stand on your own two feet
          'Cos baby can't you see?
          If we're to stay alive
          Only the strong survive

          Don't you know if you can't respect yourself
          You'll be left on the shelf
          No one's gonna carry you
          Walkin' tall, dreamin' of love and pride
          Reachin' up to the sky
          Arms and eyes are open wide

          So come on, lets climb the stairs out of this
          Make a wish and steal a kiss
          Boy what have you got to lose?

          Angel Street
          Stand on your own two feet
          'Cos baby can't you see?
          If were to stay alive
          Only the strong survive
          Angel Street,
          Stand on your own two feet,
          'Cos baby can't you see?
          If were to stay alive
          Only the strong survive.
          (Take a walk, Take a walk, on Angel Street)
          (Take a walk, Take a walk, on Angel Street)
          (Take a walk, Take a walk, on Angel Street)

          Only the strong survive
          Way way down on
          Angel Street
          Stand on your own two feet
          'Cos baby can't you see?
          If were to stay alive
          Only the strong survive.
          Angel Street,
          Stand on your own two feet,
          'Cos baby can't you see?
          If we're to stay alive
          Only the strong survive

          Angel Street
          "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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          • Sorry - I was going to post this one for the Triple Shot but couldn't find the lyrics until now

            Clannad - A Bridge (That Carries Us Over)

            Time came around, and I was in need
            You came by my side for my troubles to ease
            And acted by heart, healing the past
            You never lay down, I can count on you

            We all speak well of a bridge
            That carries us over, over safe
            The art of compromise
            Has surely been our greatest strength
            Our greatest strength

            When someone pretends to circle your friends
            You'll find it's betrayal before it ends
            A bittersweet chain could always remain
            So don't let illusions get the better of you

            We all speak well of a bridge
            That carries us over, over safe
            The art of compromise
            Has surely been our greatest strength
            Our greatest strength

            Love is to share, where words can't compare
            Love is desire, so full of fire
            Love is.....

            We all speak well of a bridge
            That carries us over, over safe
            The art of compromise
            Has surely been our greatest strength
            Our greatest strength
            We all speak well of a bridge
            That carries us over, over safe
            The art of compromise
            Has surely been our greatest strength
            Our greatest strength
            "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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            • Watcher of the Skies--Genesis 7:19

              Watcher of the Skies, watcher of all
              His is a world alone, this world is his own
              He whom life can no longer surprise
              raising his eyes beholds a planet unknown

              Creatures shaped this planet's soil
              now their reign has come to an end
              Has life again destroyed life or do they play elsewhere,
              do they know more than their childhood games?
              Maybe the lizard shedded its tail,
              Is this the end of man's long union with earth?

              Judge not this race by its remains---
              do you judge God by His creatures when they are dead?
              For now the lizard has shedded its tail,
              This is the end of man's long union with earth.

              From man alone to man as one,
              think not now your journey done
              For though your ship be sturdy, no mercy has the sea,
              Will you survive on the ocean of being?
              Come ancient children, hear what I say--
              this is my parting counsel for you on your way.

              Sadly now your thoughts turn to the skies...
              where they have gone, you know you never can go.
              Watcher of the Skies, watcher of all
              This is your fate alone, this fate is your own.

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              • That's When The Music Takes Me
                Neil Sedaka



                That's when the music takes me
                Takes to a brighter day
                That's when the music takes me
                Helpin' me to find my way

                When the day is so long that I can't hold on
                When I'm down and I think my hope is gone
                Oooh, Yeah,
                That's when the music takes me
                Closer to a brighter daaaay
                I can feel my soul explodin'
                There's a good feelin'
                Helpin' me to find my waaay
                My, my, my way

                When the bluebird sings her sad, sad song
                And the wind brings a cold to tag along
                Oh, yeah,
                I can feel the spirit move me
                I can almost touch the sky
                Reachin' for a new tomorrow
                I know it's hard
                But music makes me waaaaanna try
                Wanna try
                And then
                That's when the music takes me
                Takes to a brighter day
                Yeah, yeah
                That's when the music takes me
                Helpin' me to find my way
                (That's when the music takes me)
                (That's when the music takes me)
                Oh, yeah
                But when the music takes me
                Closer to a brighter day
                I can feel my soul explodin'
                There's a good feelin'
                Helpin' me to fiiiiiiind my waaay
                Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
                And then I'm sayin'
                That's when the music takes me
                Takes to a brighter day
                Yeah, yeah, yeah
                That's when the music takes me
                Helpin' me to find my way
                (Clap)
                Happy, happy, happy day
                Happy, happy, happy day
                Happy, happy, happy day
                (That's when the music takes me)
                (That's when the music takes me)
                (That's when the music takes me)
                (And that's when the music takes me)
                Happy, happy when the music takes
                Whooooooo
                fade
                Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                • Tori Amos - Happy Phantom

                  And if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
                  And I'll go chasin' the nuns out in the yard
                  And I'll run naked through the streets without my mask on
                  And I will never need umbrellas in the rain
                  I'll wake up in strawberry fields every day
                  And the atrocities of school I can forgive
                  The happy phantom has no right to *****

                  Oo-ooh
                  The time is getting closer
                  Oo-ooh
                  Time to be a ghost
                  Oo-ooh
                  Every day we're getting closer
                  The sun is getting dim
                  Will we pay for who we’ve been?

                  So if I die today I'll be the happy phantom
                  And I'll go wearin' my naughties like a jewel
                  They'll be my ticket to the universal opera
                  There's Judy Garland taking Buddha by the hand
                  And then these seven little men get up to dance
                  They say Confucius does his crossword with a pen
                  I'm still an angel to a girl who hates to sin

                  Oo-ooh
                  The time is getting closer
                  Oo-ooh
                  Time to be a ghost
                  Oo-ooh
                  Every day we're getting closer
                  The sun is getting dim
                  Will we pay for who we’ve been?

                  Or will I see you dear and wish I could come back
                  You found a girl that you could truly love again
                  Will you still call for me when she falls asleep
                  Or do we soon forget the things we cannot see?

                  Oo-ooh
                  The time is getting closer
                  Oo-ooh
                  Time to be a ghost
                  Oo-ooh
                  Every day we're getting closer
                  The sun is getting dim
                  Will we pay for who we’ve been?
                  "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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                  • Thirty-three years ago...


                    Ohio
                    Neil Young


                    Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
                    We're finally on our own.
                    This summer I hear the drumming,
                    Four dead in Ohio.

                    Gotta get down to it
                    Soldiers are gunning us down
                    Should have been done long ago.
                    What if you knew her
                    And found her dead on the ground
                    How can you run when you know?

                    Gotta get down to it
                    Soldiers are gunning us down
                    Should have been done long ago.
                    What if you knew her
                    And found her dead on the ground
                    How can you run when you know?

                    Tin soldiers and Nixon coming,
                    We're finally on our own.
                    This summer I hear the drumming,
                    Four dead in Ohio.
                    Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                    "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                    He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                    • Bump

                      The Cramps

                      Goo Goo Muck


                      Well when the sun goes
                      down and the moon comes up
                      i turn into a teenage goo goo muck,
                      i cruise through the city
                      and i roam the streets
                      looking for something that is nice to eat
                      you better duck when i show up..
                      the goo goo muck.

                      i'm the night headhunter
                      looking for some head
                      well the way a body
                      underneath that head,
                      well I'll get you baby
                      with a little luck
                      cuz i'm teenage tiger
                      and a goo goo muck
                      you better duck when
                      i show up the
                      goo goo muck

                      the city is a jungle
                      and i'm a beast
                      i'm a teenage tiger
                      looking for a feast,
                      i want the most
                      but i'll take the least,
                      cuz i'm a goo goo muck
                      tiger and a teenage beast
                      you better duck
                      when i show up
                      the goo goo muck
                      well goo goo muck



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                      • THIS OLD HEART OF MINE
                        Rod Stewart (Brian Holland, Lamont Dozier, Eddie Holland, Sylvia Moy, 1966)


                        This old heart of mine been broke a thousand times.
                        Each time you break away, feel you're gone to stay.
                        Lonely nights that come, memories that go,
                        bringing you back again, hurting me more and more.
                        Maybe it's my mistake to show this love I feel inside,
                        'cause each day that passes by
                        you got me never knowing if I'm coming or going
                        but I love you, yes I do.
                        I love you; this old heart weeps for you.

                        I try hard to hide my hurt inside.
                        This old heart of mine always keeps me crying.
                        The way you treat me leaves me incomplete.
                        You're here for the day, gone for the week.
                        But if I want you a hundred times,
                        a hundred times I have you back.
                        I'm yours whenever you want me;
                        I wanna shout about it, tell the world about it
                        'cause I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
                        I love you, yes, I do.

                        Maybe it's my mistake to show this love I feel inside,
                        'cause each day that passes by
                        you got me never knowing if I'm coming or going
                        but I love you, yes I do.
                        This old heart weeps for you.
                        I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
                        I love you; yes I do.
                        I love you; this old heart weeps for you.
                        Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                        "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                        He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                        • Redneck Rhythm & Blues
                          Brooks and Dunn


                          Well good God o'mighty this week's been two months long
                          Lord I love to hear that Friday five o'clock whistle moan
                          As the moon comes up and the sun goes down
                          Put the juice to my truck I head into town
                          Get it on and go to groovin' to the redneck rhythm & blues

                          Life ain't all hard knocks a quarter in the jukebox
                          Turn it on and set 'em up Joe
                          Songs about a workin' man blarin' from a bandstand
                          Is music to a country boy's soul
                          Call me the underdog of overtime
                          I stay broke all the time
                          Gotta pay the eight to five dues
                          Well I'm hillbilly hardcore
                          Son I'm a sucker for the redneck rhythm & blues

                          There's nothing worse than the rattle and roll of empty cans
                          Bouncin' around in the bed of my truck
                          Boy I'm a thirsty man
                          Five hot long miles to the waterin' hole
                          I got the pedal to the metal singin' go cat go
                          Aw a cool one is a cure for the redneck rhythm & blues

                          Life ain't all hard knocks a quarter in the jukebox
                          Turn it on and set 'em up Joe
                          Songs about a workin' man blarin' from a bandstand
                          Is music to a country boy's soul
                          Call me the underdog of overtime
                          I stay broke all the time
                          Got to pay the eight to five dues
                          Well, I'm hillbilly hardcore
                          Son I'm a sucker for the redneck rhythm & blues

                          Life ain't all hard knocks a quarter in the jukebox
                          Turn it on and set 'em up Joe
                          Songs about a workin' man blarin' from a bandstand
                          Is music to a country boy's soul
                          Call me the underdog of overtime
                          I stay broke all the time
                          Got to pay the eight to five dues
                          Well, I'm hillbilly hardcore
                          Son I'm a sucker for the redneck rhythm & blues
                          Yeah I'm hillbilly hardcore
                          Son I'm a sucker for the redneck rhythm & blues
                          Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                          "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                          He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                          • Three Little Pigs
                            Green Jelly



                            Three Little Pigs
                            (Print the Lyrics)


                            (Spoken)
                            Why don't you, sit right back,
                            and I, I may tell you, a tale.
                            A tale of three, little pigs,
                            and a BIG, BAD, WOLFFF.

                            Well the first little piggy, well he was kinda hip.
                            He spent most of his days, just a dreamin of the city.
                            And then one day, he bought a guitar.
                            He moved to Hollywood, to become a star.
                            But, living on the farm, he knew nothing of the city.
                            Built his house out of straw, what a pity.
                            And then one day, jammin on some chords,
                            along came the wolf, knocking on his door.

                            (Chorus)
                            Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
                            NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
                            Little Pig, Little Pig, let me in.
                            NOT BY THE HAIR OF MY CHINNY, CHIN, CHIN!!
                            Well I'm huffin, I'm puffin, I'll blow your house in.
                            Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
                            Huffin, puffin, blow your house in.
                            Huffin and a puffin and I'll blow your house in!!!

                            Well the second little piggy, well he was kinda stoked.
                            He spent most of his time just a ganga smokin.
                            Huffin and a puffin down on Venice Beach.
                            Getting paid money for religious speech.
                            He built his shelter from what he garbage picked.
                            Mostly made up of old cans and sticks.
                            Then one day he was cranking out Bob Marley,
                            and along came the Wolf on his big bad Harley.

                            (Chorus)

                            Well the third little piggy, the grade A student.
                            His daddy was a rock star, named Pig Nugent.
                            Earned his Masters Degree, from Harvard College.
                            Built his house from his architect knowledge.
                            A tri-level mansion, Hollywood Hills.
                            Daddy's rock stardom, paid for the bills.
                            And then one day came the old house smasher
                            the BIG BAD WOLF THE LITTLE PIGGY SLASHER.

                            (Chorus)

                            Well the big bad Wolf,
                            well he huffed, and he puffed, all that he could.
                            And low and behold the little piggy's house stood.
                            "IT'S MADE OUT OF CONCRETE!" the little piggy shouted.
                            The wolf just frowned, as he pouted.
                            So they called nine-eleven, like any piggy would.
                            The sent out RAMBO, just as fast, as they could.

                            (Rambo)
                            "YO, WOLF-FACE, I'M YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE, YOUR ASS IS MINE!!!"

                            Well the wolf fell dead as you can plainly see.
                            So thats to end the story, for you and me.
                            If you still give a listen, you just may, here a big wolf or little piggy say.

                            (Chorus)

                            "And the moral of the story is,
                            ' A band with no talent can easily amuse idiots,
                            with a stupid, puppet show."
                            Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                            "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                            He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                            • Two For Tuesday; ZZ Top

                              El Diablo

                              Did you ever hear the story
                              That happened not long ago
                              'bout the man with a tan:
                              El diablo de Mexico?
                              And this man played his hand
                              And he lived by the luck of the draw;
                              Now and then and again,
                              Found him steppin' outside of the law
                              Hey, hey!

                              And his fortune he had made
                              let him live high on the hog
                              Til the day of the raid
                              When they hunted him like a dog.
                              He was out on the run,
                              Knowing he could get by,
                              'Cause the men killed in sin
                              were not there to testify.
                              Hey, hey!

                              He was caught, he was bound
                              In La Casa de Calaboose.
                              He was tried; he was found
                              And readied for the noose.
                              But the break he would make,
                              It didn't turn out so well.
                              And the hombre called "Diablo"
                              Bid his last farewell.
                              ---------------------------------------------------------------

                              Can't Stop Rockin'

                              I heard about the rock for sometime, I know.
                              It's easy to do when you feel the roll.
                              Makes you want to get up, makes you wanna move your feet.
                              No matter how it's done you know it can't be beat.
                              'Cause I can't stop rockin',
                              no, I can't stop rockin'.
                              Well, I can't stop rockin',
                              baby, till I lose my mind.

                              Somebody said it's wrong but I know it's all right,
                              then it really hits you like a shot in the night.
                              I'm never gonna stop as long as I can stay.
                              Listen to me now, can't you hear me say,
                              I can't stop rockin',
                              no, I can't stop rockin'.
                              Well, I can't stop rockin',
                              baby, till I lose my mind.

                              I like to work it down low, I like to work it to the top.
                              And when it starts rockin' I ain't never gonna stop.
                              Get yourself loose, get yourself high.
                              I love to feel the motion and I'm tellin' you why.
                              'Cause I can't stop rockin',
                              no, I can't stop rockin'.
                              No, I can't stop rockin
                              no matter what they do do do do do or say.
                              No matter what you do do do do do or say, no no.


                              Life is not measured by the number of breaths you take, but by the moments that take your breath away.
                              "Hating America is something best left to Mobius. He is an expert Yank hater.
                              He also hates Texans and Australians, he does diversify." ~ Braindead

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                              • Two for Tuesday: Ace of Base

                                Just because they made me happy today when I was down...

                                Cecilia

                                This is a song about a well-known girl
                                Who was she?

                                We will never know the answer to that question

                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - you're gonna live forever
                                According to a well-known song
                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - did you come home and to whom?

                                Simon and Garfunkel had a little problem
                                It was something about their hearts, you used to break
                                Them, and make them go down on their knees
                                On and on again

                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - you're gonna live forever
                                According to a well-known song
                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - did you come home and to whom?

                                Romeo and Juliet had another story, but they
                                Were a single pair - not free like you
                                Still they got a tragical end
                                So many years ago, life in itself can't hurt

                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - did you come home and to whom?

                                Passion changes but they will still remember you
                                I say they loved you and they would do the same for you today

                                We'll never know the answer to that question

                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - you're gonna live forever
                                According to a well known song
                                Cecilia - walk in the light
                                Cecilia - did you come home and to whom?

                                I've been trying to overcome the mental blocks I've got
                                If they loved you, why didn't you respond to all their please?
                                I wonder
                                I wonder


                                Captain Nemo

                                Captain Nemo is too good for you and me
                                Take a voyage to the bottom of the sea
                                He's a riddle you will see in the middle of the sea
                                If you ask him things about life, then he will say:

                                Oh no, I'm far too continental for mankind
                                I don't interfere in your life
                                See me as a searcher with the answers
                                To your world from under the sea

                                Captain Nemo knows the world be we don't know
                                What control of light and darkness means
                                He'll show
                                If we come in peace at heart
                                He may help us to restart what went wrong
                                So long ago from down below

                                Oh no, I'm far too continental for mankind
                                I don't interfere in your life
                                See me as a searcher with the answers
                                To your world from under the sea

                                See him as a searcher with the answers to mankind
                                He's far too continental
                                Though he's wiser than all man
                                He is curious about the plan
                                Violated by the man, the master plan

                                Oh no, he's far too continental for mankind
                                He doesn't interfere in your life
                                See him as a searcher with the answers
                                To your world from under the sea

                                Oh no, he's far too continental for mankind
                                Under the sea
                                "Love the earth and sun and animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown . . . reexamine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency" - Walt Whitman

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