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Singing With Our New Born Son

Andra Yogi Mar 1, 2015 5 Comments

To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, To the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie. Fish don’t fry in the kitchen, beans don’t burn on the grill. Took a whole lotta tryin’ just to get up that hill. Now we’re up in the big leagues, gettin’ our turn at bat. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby, There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that. Well we’re movin’ on up, to the east side. To a deluxe apartment in the sky. Movin’ on up, to the east side. We finally got a piece of the pie.

Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman. All the world’s waiting for you, and the power you possess. In your satin tights, fighting for your rights, and the old Red, White and Blue! Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman. Now the world is ready for you, and the wonders you can do. Make a hawk a dove, stop a war with love. Make a liar tell the truth. Wonder Woman, get us out from under, Wonder Woman. All our hopes are pinned on you, and the magic that you do. Stop a bullet cold, make the Axis fall. Change their minds, and change the world. Wonder Woman, Wonder Woman. You’re a wonder, Wonder Woman.

Hey, hey, hey! It’s Fat Albert! Now I’m gonna sing a song for you, and this is gonna show you a thing or two. You’ll have some fun now With me and the gang, learning from each other While we do our thing. Na na na gonna have a good time! Na na na gonna have a good time! Hey, hey, hey! This is Bill Cosby coming out with music and fun and if you’re not careful, you may learn something before it’s done! Hey, hey, hey!

I am Duncan Macleod, born 400 years ago in the Highlands of Scotland. I am Immortal, and I am not alone. For centuries, we have waited for the time of the Gathering when the stroke of a sword and the fall of a head will release the power of the Quickening. In the end, there can be only one.

Your tread must be light and sure, as though your path were upon rice paper. It is said, a Shaolin priest can walk through walls. Looked for, he can not be seen. Listened for, he can not be heard. Touched, can not be felt. This rice paper is the test. Fragile as the wings of the dragonfly, clinging as the cocoon of the silk worm. When you can walk its length and leave no trace. You will have learned.

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My kinda people, my kinda place. There's something special about this place. For wheat is the best food of man. They’re crispy and crunchy the whole year through. As long as we live, it’s you and me baby, There ain’t nothin’ wrong with that.

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  • Ferdinand Joza March 02, 2015 02.52 am

    What ever happened to predictability? The milkman, the paperboy, evening TV. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go, there’s a heart, a hand to hold onto. Everywhere you look, everywhere you go. There’s a face of somebody who needs you.
    Everywhere you look, when you’re lost out there and you’re all alone, a light is waiting to carry you home, Everywhere you look. Everywhere you look.

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    • Aziz Rahman Aji March 02, 2015 02.54 am

      It doesn’t matter what comes, fresh goes better in life, with Mentos fresh and full of Life! Nothing gets to you, stayin’ fresh, stayin’ cool, with Mentos fresh and full of life! Fresh goes better! Mentos freshness! Fresh goes better with Mentos, fresh and full of life! Mentos! The Freshmaker!

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      • Ferdinand Joza March 06, 2015 01.02 am

        We never thought of findin’ a place where we belong. Don’t have to stand alone, we’ll never let you fall. Don’t need permission to decide what you believe. You gotta learn something when we meet you after school. I said jump, down on Jump Street. I said jump, down on Jump Street

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  • Josaphat Klimens March 02, 2015 02.53 am

    Who can turn the world on with her smile? Who can take a nothing day, and suddenly make it all seem worthwhile? Well it’s you girl, and you should know it. With each glance and every little movement you show it. Love is all around, no need to waste it. You can have a town, why don’t you take it. You’re gonna make it after all. You’re gonna make it after all.

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    • Aziz Rahman Aji March 02, 2015 02.54 am

      Boy the way Glen Miller played, songs that made the hit parade. Guys like us we had it made, those were the days. And you knew who you were then, girls were girls and men were men. Mister, we could use a man like Herbert Hoover again. Didn’t need no welfare state, everybody pulled his weight. Gee our old LaSalle ran great. Those were the days.

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