Songs

"He who makes a beast out of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man"

"She's a dwelling place for demons She's a cage for every unclean spirit, Every filthy bird and makes us drink The poisoned wine to fornicating with our kings Fallen now is Babylon the Great"

"Here's a story about the boys at the altar Some of them came between me and my halter But I don't think the good lord would mind I was callin' his name the whole time!"

"Cuz I'm a freaky streaker like Winnie the Pooh / T-shirt and no pants and I dance the boogaloo!"

"I never thought children could be so sexy. Did I say that out loud? Oh well I love the Maxi never found that I could be one of the people who love me like everything else baby just hold my hand until we f to be fair until we find oh never come back to the start to be with one oh you know I will always be the one to be with you today love you I know right now maybe sexy but this body is tea oh tea yeah the body is sexy you know that right but wait I just do that I'm now but nobody okay good cuz I know that won't never get cuz I know that will never be good uh come and get the food of the kitchen and I love it ooh that could you will be um tonight oh go go make this is it to be right ready already did you see that like oh can you see that her body so tea every girl one thing to be wait didn't you say I uh wait oh I forgot to say that I'm going to be the one who have that kind of take your time to come finish that is that you had before dinner cuz I know that it won't be the one who I love it baby come hold back beautiful face summer composer beautiful ice cream on the table oh baby"

"These are the words you wish you wrote down"

"I swam across, I jumped across for you."

"You've got that rainbow feel, but the rainbow has a beard"

"I'll wait in this place, where the shadows run from themselves."

"And I'm standing at the crossroads, believe I'm sinking down."

"He was high on intellectualism. I've never been there, but the brochure looks nice."

"If it makes you happy, it can't be that bad. If it makes you happy, then why the hell are you so sad?"

"It's not getting what you want It's wanting what you've got"

"Tell your daughters, "Do not walk the streets alone tonight!"

"Look for me when the sun-bright swallow Sings upon the birch bough high."

"Meet me on my vast veranda My sweet untouched Miranda"

"You can check out any time you like, but you can never leave."

"You can spend all your time making love/You can spend all your love making time"

"He can't even run his own life, I'll be damned if he'll run mine."

"I love it when you call, I love it when you call/I love it when you call but you never call at all"

"[to "American Tune" by Paul Simon ] This pretty tune was written by Hans Leo Hassler In 1599. I wrote some words and changed about three notes. Now ASCAP says it's mine."

"[to a tune similar to "You Can Call Me Al" by Paul Simon] I'm well aware that there's an element you could call exploitation In the way that I appropriate the cultures of these peoples for my own commercial purposes. Mmm, but everyone who works for me gets credit And royalties And Grammys And a chance to ride to stardom on my coattails, neh-nyah neh-nyah. But hey, let's just remember who's the genius here!"

"Between the lines of fear and blame, You begin to wonder why you came. Where did I go wrong? I lost a friend Somewhere along in the bitterness. And I would have stayed up with you all night, Had I known how to save a life."

"I said, "Hi!" She said, "Yeah, I guess I am.""

"Wouldn't it be great if no one ever got offended? And wouldn't it be great to say what's really on your mind? I have always said all the rules are made for bendin' And if I let my hair down, would that be such a crime?"

"Won't you die tonight for love? Baby join me in death. Won't you die?"

"All in, all in a day A day it changes everything"

"It's just a ride, it's just a ride No need to run, no need to hide It'll take you round and round Sometimes you're up, sometimes you're down It's just a ride, it's just a ride Don't be scared, don't hide your eyes It may feel so real inside But don't forget it's just a ride"

"He's washing dishes and baby clothes He's so ambitious, he even sews But don't forget, folks, that's what you get, folks For makin' whoopee"

"If you wanna be happy for the rest of your life Never make a pretty woman your wife So for my personal point of view Get an ugly girl to marry you"

"I know what you must be saying to yourselves. If that's the way she feels about it, why doesn't she just end it all? Oh, no, not me. I'm not ready for that final disappointment. 'Cause I know, just as well as I'm standing here talking to you, That when that final moment comes and I'm breathing my last breath, I'll be saying to myself… Is that all there is?"

"The rain in Spain stays mainly in the plain!"

"I swore I would love you till the end of time. So now, I'm prayin' for the end of time..."

"I'll be thuggin forever, see I'ma fighter, not a lover I'm a hit-and-run-it, cold-blooded, motherfucka"

"Your life's an open book Don't close it fore it's done"

"Staying awake to chase a dream"

"Sex is natural, sex is good; not everybody does it, but everybody should."

"This is how we like to do it in the murder scene."

"Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading..."

"They're coming to take me away Ho ho, hee hee, ha ha To the funny farm Where life is beautiful all the time And I'll be happy to see Those nice young men in their clean white coats"

"I'll be back when I've calmed my fears And I'll see you around in a thousand years"

"Talking is just masturbating without the mess."

"Scared the lights'll turn green You'll have to be seen You'll be like anybody else Scared the lights'll turn red You're stuck in your head You can't run it to even her How you gonna get through the year?"

"It's just fuck and run Fuck and run Ever since I was 17 Even when I was 12"

"I want to be your Blowjob Queen"

"In wine there's truth but in silence there's surrender."

"This is ourselves under pressure"

"You're still searching for these answers They're not inside your wrist"

"I never wanted to know Never wanted to see I wasted my time Till time wasted me I never wanted to go I always wanted to stay 'Cause the persons I am Are the parts that I play So I plot and I plan And I hope and I scheme To the lure of a night Filled with unfinished dreams And I'm holding on tight To a world gone astray As they charge me for years I can't pay"

"I am the way I am the light I am the dark inside the night I hear your hopes I feel your dreams And in the dark I hear your screams Don't turn away Just take my hand And when you make your final stand I'll be right there, I'll never leave And all I ask of you is... Believe"

"I did it my way."

"If the kids are united they will never be divided."

"There are things in Doris's life, but then there are in everyone's. She opens her little mouth, She sings her little song. Like a flag it folds out across the city, and it goes: "The old man becomes an ice-skater... A maniac becomes a stepfather... I watch a policeman's mouth - out comes an honest word." Miracles happen when Doris sings. Couples in love stop dead in their tracks. Dishes clatter to the ground unbroken. Politicians die."

"Be careful how you touch her, for she'll awaken, And sleep's the only freedom that she knows."

"I'm not your star... Isn't that what you said, what you thought this song meant?"

"[If] you can't hide it, you might as well embrace it."

"'Cause we're all to blame We've gone too far From pride to shame, We're trying so hard, We're dying in vain, We want it all, Everyone, don't we all?"

"The future's so bright, I gotta wear shades."

"'The whole thing I think is sick.'"

"In joyful strains then let us sing, "Advance Australia fair!""

"O Canada! Our home and native land!"

"Millions of but one heart, Braving the enemies' fire! March on!"

"Its hills and valleys gently fall, its name is ancient Denmark, And it is Freya's hall."

"To arms, citizens! Form your battalions!"

"Unity and justice and freedom For the German fatherland!"

"Upwards on the horizon rises the Eastern Sun,"

"Our hope is not yet lost, The hope two thousand years old."

"Brothers of Italy, Italy has woken."

"May your reign Continue for a thousand, eight thousand generations."

"Great Koreans, to the Great Korean way, always stay true."

"Make her praises heard afar, God defend New Zealand."

"Yes, we love this country, as it rises forth."

"Oh Fatherland, one feels the voice Of your distinguished forefathers, That shall lead you to victory!"

"Russia – our sacred state, Russia – our beloved country."

"Let our voices soar as one Onward Singapore Onward Singapore"

"Sounds the call to come together, And united we shall stand, Let us live and strive for freedom In South Africa our land!"

"You ancient, you free, you mountainous north."

"San Min Chu-i, Our aim shall be: [......]"

"Long to reign over us: God save the King!"

"O! say can you see by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming,"

"We're all brothers and sisters. All lives matter to the great."

"True patriot love that only us command."

"Arise, ye workers from your slumber, Arise, ye prisoners of want."

"Arise, you prisoners of starvation! Arise, you wretched of the earth!"

"Stand up, all victims of oppression, For the tyrants fear your might!"

"The Internationale, Unites the human race."

"The international working class Shall be the human race"

"The international ideal, Unites the human race."

"Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart Be all else to me, save that thou art Be thou my best thought, in the day or the night O waking or sleeping, thy presence my light"

"Be thou my wisdom, be thou my true word Be thou ever with thee, and I with thee Lord Be thou my great Father, and I thy true son Be thou in me dwelling, and I with thee won"

"Riches I heed not, nor man’s empty praise Be thou my inheritance, now and always Be thou and thou only, thy first in my heart The King of high Heaven, my Treasure thou art"

"My King of Heaven, thou Heaven’s bright Son O grant me his joy, and my victory is won The heart of my own heart, whatever befall Still be my vision, O ruler of all"

"Ce qui ne vaut pas la peine d'être dit, on le chante."

"What is not worth saying sounds very well when it is sung."

"It is best of all trades, to make songs, and the second best to sing them."

"[M]aybe you will learn this when I'm gone: My song will carry on."

"The best days of the church have always been its singing days."

"And heaven had wanted one immortal song."

"Sing a song of sixpence."

"My songs has been my messages that I tried to scatter across the back sides and along the steps of the fire escapes and on the window sills and through the dark halls."

"I hate a song that makes you think that you are not any good. I hate a song that makes you think that you are just born to lose. Bound to lose. No good to nobody. No good for nothing. Because you are too old or too young or too fat or too slim too ugly or too this or too that. Songs that run you down or poke fun at you on account of your bad luck or hard traveling. … I am out to fight those songs to my very last breath of air and my last drop of blood. I am out to sing songs that will prove to you that this is your world and that if it has hit you pretty hard and knocked you for a dozen loops, no matter what color, what size you are, how you are built, I am out to sing the songs that make you take pride in yourself and in your work. And the songs that I sing are made up for the most part by all sorts of folks just about like you. I could hire out to the other side, the big money side, and get several dollars every week just to quit singing my own kind of songs and to sing the kind that knock you down still farther and the ones that poke fun at you even more and the ones that make you think you've not any sense at all. But I decided a long time ago that I'd starve to death before I'd sing any such songs as that. The radio waves and your movies and your jukeboxes and your songbooks are already loaded down and running over with such no good songs as that anyhow."

"Song opens a window to the secret places of the soul."

"I deeply felt that song should make One universal link, Uniting, for each other’s sake, All those who feel and think."

"Listen to that song, and learn it! Half my kingdom would I give, As I live, If by such songs you would earn it!"

"I want no more than to speak simply to be granted that grace. Because we've loaded our songs with so much music that they're slowly sinking and we've decorated our art so much that its features have been eaten away by gold and it's time to say our few words because tomorrow our soul sets sail. ...I think so much these days about the great river, that symbol which moves forward among herbs and greenery and beasts that graze and drink, and men who sow and harvest, great tombs even and small habitations of the dead. That current which goes its way and which is not so different from the blood of men..."

"Now, good Cesario, but that piece of song, That old and antique song we heard last night; Methought it did relieve my passion much, More than light airs and recollected terms Of these most brisk and giddy-paced times: Come, but one verse."

"So tell me, am I wrong for trying to communicate through a song?"

"Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought."

"Tout finit par des chansons."

"I cannot sing the old songs Though well I know the tune, Familiar as a cradle-song With sleep-compelling croon; Yet though I'm filled with music, As choirs of summer birds, "I cannot sing the old songs"— I do not know the words."

"All this for a song."

"I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go."

"Unlike my subject now * * * shall be my song, It shall be witty and it sha'n't be long!"

"A song of hate is a song of Hell; Some there be who sing it well. Let them sing it loud and long, We lift our hearts in a loftier song: We lift our hearts to Heaven above, Singing the glory of her we love, England."

"Verse sweetens toil, however rude the sound; She feels no biting pang the while she sings, Nor as she turns the giddy wheel around, Revolves the sad vicissitudes of things."

"He play'd an ancient ditty long since mute, In Provence call'd, "La belle dame sans merci.""

"We are tenting tonight on the old camp ground, Give us a song to cheer."

"In the ink of our sweat we will find it yet, The song that is fit for men!"

"The song on its mighty pinions Took every living soul, and lifted it gently to heaven."

"Such songs have power to quiet The restless pulse of care, And come like the benediction That follows after prayer."

"And grant that when I face the grisly Thing, My song may trumpet down the gray Perhaps Let me be as a tune-swept fiddlestring That feels the Master Melody—and snaps."

"She makes her hand hard with labour, and her heart soft with pity: and when winter evenings fall early (sitting at her merry wheel), she sings a defiance to the giddy wheel of fortune … and fears no manner of ill because she means none."

"I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath—a rank—a throne—a grave— The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon."

"Odds life! must one swear to the truth of a song?"

"Etiam singulorum fatigatio quamlibet se rudi modulatione solatur."

"Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!"

"Song forbids victorious deeds to die."

"The lively Shadow-World of Song."

"Songs consecrate to truth and liberty."

"Knitting and withal singing, and it seemed that her voice comforted her hands to work."

"Because the gift of Song was chiefly lent, To give consoling music for the joys We lack, and not for those which we possess."

"They sang of love and not of fame; Forgot was Britain's glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang "Annie Laurie.""

"Short swallow-flights of song, that dip Their wings in tears, and skim away."

"Cantilenam eandem canis."

"Cicala to cicala is dear, and ant to ant, and hawks to hawks, but to me the muse and song."

"Grasshopper to grasshopper, ant to ant is dear, Hawks love hawks, but I the muse and song."

"Swift, swift, and bring with you Song's Indian summer!"

"Martem accendere cantu."

"Soft words, with nothing in them, make a song."

"A careless song, with a little nonsense in it now and then, does not mis-become a monarch."

"Bring the good old bugle, boys! we'll sing another song— Sing it with a spirit that will start the world along— Sing it as we used to sing it, fifty thousand strong, While we were marching through Georgia."

"File:Frère_Jacques.svg"

"Jo began to hum, thinking the words in her head. Are you sleeping, are you sleeping, Brother John, Brother John? Morning bells are ringing. Morning bells are ringing. Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. She stopped, hoping for a response that didn’t come. Oh, God, please let him answer. Let his little heart be strong. She tried again. Are you sleeping, are you sleeping, Brother John, Brother John? Now she heard the resonance of another voice, but it wasn’t Stevie’s. It was Grace, who hummed with Jo, Morning bells are ringing, morning bells are ringing. Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. The two women paused. Once again, only a terrible, silent waiting filled the cabin. Then she heard a smaller voice humming. Are you sleeping, are you sleeping, Brother John, Brother John? It was Scott. Grace joined him, and Jo’s voice became a part of the music, too. Morning bells are ringing. Morning bells are ringing. Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong. To hum was liberating, to fill the cabin with the nearest thing to talk they could achieve. They went through the round once again, Jo praying that she would hear Stevie. But at the end, he was still silent. A moment passed. Then a high little hum, like an echo of the round’s final line, reached her—Ding, dang, dong. Ding, dang, dong—and her heart leaped. Stevie was with her, and he knew she was with him. It was so small a triumph, yet she found herself overwhelmed and weeping. She began the round again, and four voices joined in a sound Jo believed the angels would have envied."

"Matona, mia cara, Mi follere canzon, Cantar sotto finestra, Lantze bon compagnon. Don don don, diri diri, don don don don.Ti prego m'ascoltare, che mi cantar de bon, E mi ti foller bene, come greco e capon. Don don don, diri diri, don don don don."

"This body is but a guest of four days, a house made of dirt. On this earth your mark is made, a symbol of your good work."

"Yes I have spoken on Gandhi ji’s Vaishnav Jan bhajan at many places. In fact, I used to deliver hour-long speeches describing why Gandhi ji loved this bhajan. If we think carefully and dwell on each word of this song, composed 500 years ago, we will find that everything said in it is still relevant, especially for our public life. He speaks against corruption and importance of personal integrity. In short, it is a manifesto for public life and morality. So, I worked around the words and would say: ... "A people’s representative is one who feels the pain of others; one who removes the sorrows of others and yet does not let a trace of pride or arrogance come into his heart." This used to be part of my worker development programmes. I used to analyse each line of this bhajan and explain why Gandhi ji promoted these values in public life; it contains all the wisdom you need for public life. It is a great misfortune for our country that this bhajan is played only on October 2 at Rajghat. It should have become an instrument of inculcating moral values. Gandhi ji liked this bhajan because Gandhi’s DNA and the elements of this geet match each other. I hold it up as a model of conduct for our party and RSS workers. In the RSS, there is an old tradition of remembering this bhajan every morning. Their pratah smaran (morning remembrance) starts with Gandhi ji’s name."

"I'm just a po journ'en stranger Pass'en through dis world o' woe There is no sickness, no toil, no danger In dat fair land to where I go I'm goin de'r to see my Father And all my loved ones who' gone on I'm just goin over Jordan I'm just goin over home."

"I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world below And there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going there to see my Father And all my loved ones who've gone on I'm just going over Jordan I'm just going over home."

"I'm just a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world of woe And there's no sickness, no toil, no danger In that fair land to which I go I'm going there to see my mother I'm going there no more to roam"

"I am a poor wayfaring stranger While traveling through this land of woe. There'll be no sickness, toil or danger in that bright land to which i'll go. Going there to meet my savior... going there to no more to roam. I'm only going over Jordan I'm just going over home I know dark clouds will gather around me But i'll be home in a little while... I know His sweet love will surround me, and He will walk with me each mile."

"Dolly Parton in Dolly Parton Heartsongs: Live from Home (September 1994)"

"This song has been around for over 200 hundred years blessing millions of Americans in both the secular and the religious world. It is difficult if not impossible to pinpoint the exact origin of this North American folk song... Some historians saying that they can trace this song to the 1780s while others trace to the early 1800s... Some people think that is a reworked Negro spiritual... this song...one of the most loved gospel folk songs in America."

"Hey there, Georgy girl Swingin' down the street so fancy-free Nobody you meet could ever see The loneliness there Inside you."

"Hey there, Georgy girl There's another Georgy deep inside Bring out all the love you hide And, oh, what a change there'd be The world would see A new Georgy girl."

"Hey there, Georgy girl Dreamin' of the someone you could be Life is a reality You can't always run away.Don't be so scared of changing And rearranging yourself It's time for jumping down from the shelf A little bit."

"It's knowin' that your door is always open And your path is free to walk That makes me tend to leave my sleepin' bag Rolled up and stashed behind your couch"

"And it's knowin' I'm not shackled By forgotten words and bonds And the ink stains that are dried upon some line That keeps you in the backroads By the rivers of my memory It keeps you ever gentle on my mind"

"Though the wheat fields and the clotheslines And the junkyards and the highways come between us And some other woman's cryin' to her mother 'Cause she turned, and I was gone"

"I still might run in silence, tears of joy might stain my face And the summer sun might burn me 'til I'm blind But not to where I cannot see you walkin' on the backroads By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind"

"...Ever smilin' ever gentle on my mind"

"If you're happy and you know it clap your hands"

"If you're happy and you know it stomp your feet"

"If you're happy and you know it shout "Hooray!""

"Deck the halls with boughs of holly. 'Tis the season to be jolly. Don we now our gay apparel. Troll the ancient yuletide carol."

"'Twas in the moon of winter-time When all the birds had fled, That mighty Gitchi Manitou Sent angel choirs instead"