Adam's Humanities Quote Recognition Entire Year
I make a pact with you, Walt Whitman - I have detested you long enough. I come to you as a grown child Who has had a pig-headed father; I am old enough now to make friends. It was you that broke the new wood, Now is a time for carving. We have one sap and one root - Let there be commerce between us.
A Pact Erza Pound
O beautiful for glory-tale Of liberating strife When once and twice, For man's avail Men lavished precious life! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till selfish gain no longer stain The banner of the free!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for halcyon skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the enameled plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till souls wax fair as earth and air And music-hearted sea!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for heroes proved In liberating strife. Who more than self their country loved And mercy more than life! America! America! May God thy gold refine Till all success be nobleness And every gain divine!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for patriot dream That sees beyond the years Thine alabaster cities gleam Undimmed by human tears! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till nobler men keep once again Thy whiter jubilee!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for pilgrim feet Whose stern impassioned stress A thoroughfare of freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God mend thine every flaw, Confirm thy soul in self-control, Thy liberty in law!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for pilgrims feet, Whose stem impassioned stress A thoroughfare for freedom beat Across the wilderness! America! America! God shed his grace on thee Till paths be wrought through Wilds of thought By pilgrim foot and knee!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
O beautiful for spacious skies, For amber waves of grain, For purple mountain majesties Above the fruited plain! America! America! God shed his grace on thee And crown thy good with brotherhood From sea to shining sea!
America The Beautiful Katherine Lee Bates
anyone lived in a pretty how town (with up so floating many bells down) spring summer autumn winter he sang his didn't he danced his did women and men(both little and small) cared for anyone not at all they sowed their isn't they reaped their same sun moon stars rain
Anyone Lived In a Pretty How Town E. E. Cummings
children guessed (but only a few and down they forgot as up they grew autumn winter spring summer) that noone loved him more by more when by now and tree by leaf she laughed his joy she cried his grief bird by snow and stir by still anyone's any was all to her
Anyone Lived In a Pretty HowTown E. E. Cummings
one day anyone died I guess (and noone stooped to kiss his face) busy folk buried them side by side little by little and was by was all by all and deep by deep and more by more they dream their sleep noone and anyone earth by april wish by spirit and if by yes women and men(both dong and ding) summer autumn winter spring reaped their sowing and went their came sun moon stars rain
Anyone Lived In a Pretty HowTown E. E. Cummings
someones married their everyones laughed their cryings and did their dance (sleep wake hope and then)they said their nevers they slept their dream stars rain sun moon (and only the snow can begin to explain how children are apt to forget to remember with up so floating many bells down)
Anyone Lived In a Pretty HowTown E. E. Cummings
I have read a fiery gospel, writ in burnished rows of steel: "As ye deal with my contemners, so with you my grace shall deal; Let the Hero, born of woman, crush the serpent with his heel, Since God is marching on." He has sounded forth the trumpet that shall never call retreat; He is sifting out the hearts of men before his judgment-seat: Oh! be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on.
Battle Hymn of the Republic Julia Ward Howe
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea, With a glory in his bosom that transfigures you and me: As he died to make men holy, let us die to make men free, While God is marching on.
Battle Hymn of the Republic Julia Ward Howe
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord: He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fatal lightning of his terrible swift sword: His truth is marching on. I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps; They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps; I can read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps. His Day is marching on.
Battle Hymn of the Republic Julia Ward Howe
Born down in a dead man's town The first kick I took was when I hit the ground You end up like a dog that's been beat too much Till you spend half your life just covering up Got in a little hometown jam So they put a rifle in my hand Sent me off to a foreign land To go and kill the yellow man
Born In The USA Bruce Springsteen
Come back home to the refinery Hiring man says "Son if it was up to me" Went down to see my V.A. man He said "Son, don't you understand" I had a brother at Khe Sanh fighting off the Viet Cong They're still there, he's all gone He had a woman he loved in Saigon I got a picture of him in her arms now Down in the shadow of the penitentiary Out by the gas fires of the refinery I'm ten years burning down the road Nowhere to run ain't got nowhere to go
Born In The USA Bruce Springsteen
Buffalo Bill's defunct who used to ride a watersmooth-silver stallion and break onetwothreefourfive pigeonsjustlikethat Jesus he was a handsome man and what I want to know is how do you like your blueeyed boy Mister Death
Buffalo Bill's E. E. Cummings
(Ten thousand men and boys twist on their bodies in a red soak along a river edge, Gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling death in their throats.) Who would guess what it cost to move two buttons one inch on the war map here in front of the newspaper office where the freckle-faced young man is laughing to us?
Buttons Carl Sandurg
I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office. Buttons--red and yellow buttons--blue and black buttons-- are shoved back and forth across the map. A laughing young man, sunny with freckles, Climbs a ladder, yells a joke to somebody in the crowd, And then fixes a yellow button one inch west And follows the yellow button with a black button one inch west.
Buttons Carl Sandurg
American Girls and American Guys We'll always stand up and salute We'll always recognize When we see Old Glory Flying There's a lot of men dead So we can sleep in peace at night When we lay down our head
Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue Toby Keith
Hey Uncle Sam Put your name at the top of his list And the Statue of Liberty Started shaking her fist And the eagle will fly Man, it's going to be hell When you hear Mother Freedom Start ringing her bell And it feels like the whole wide world is raining down on you Brought to you Courtesy of the Red White and Blue
Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue Toby Keith
Justice will be served And the battle will rage This big dog will fight When you rattle his cage And you'll be sorry that you messed with The U.S. of A `Cause we`ll put a boot in your ass It`s the American way
Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue Toby Keith
My daddy served in the army Where he lost his right eye But he flew a flag out in our yard Until the day that he died He wanted my mother, my brother, my sister and me To grow up and live happy In the land of the free
Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue Toby Keith
Now this nation that I love Has fallen under attack A mighty sucker punch came flying in From somewhere in the back Soon as we could see clearly Through our big black eye Man, we lit up your world Like the 4th of July
Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue Toby Keith
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs And towards our distant rest began to trudge. Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind; Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind. Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! - An ecstasy of fumbling, Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time; But someone still was yelling out and stumbling, And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . . Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light, As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
Dulce Et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight, He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning. If in some smothering dreams you too could pace Behind the wagon that we flung him in, And watch the white eyes writhing in his face, His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin; If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs, Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, - My friend, you would not tell with such high zest To children ardent for some desperate glory, The old Lie; Dulce et Decorum est Pro patria mori.
Dulce Et Decorum Est Wilfred Owen
And I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA
God Bless the USA Lee Greenwood
And I'm proud to be and American Where at least I know I'm free. And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA
God Bless the USA Lee Greenwood
From the lakes of Minnesota To the hills of Tennessee Across the plains of Texas From sea to shining sea From Detroit down to Houston, And New York to L.A Well there's pride in every American heart And its time we stand and say
God Bless the USA Lee Greenwood
If tomorrow all the things were gone I'd worked for all my life And I had to start again With just my children and my wife I'd thank my lucky stars To be living here today Cause the flag still stands for freedom And they can't take that away
God Bless the USA Lee Greenwood
That I'm proud to be an American Where at least I know I'm free And I won't forget the men who died Who gave that right to me And I gladly stand up Next to you and defend her still today Cause there ain't no doubt I love this land God bless the USA
God Bless the USA Lee Greenwood
"I wouldn't have anything happen to Him for all the world, but it just looks like I can't keep Him out of mischief. He's so strong and active, He's always into everything; He was like that since He could walk. It's actually funny sometimes, the way He can do anything; it's laughable to see Him up to His tricks. Emly has more accidents; I'm forever tying up her bruises, and Adna can't fall a foot without cracking a bone. But He can do anything and not get a scratch. The preacher said such a nice thing once when he was here. He said, and I'll remember it to my dying day, The innocent walk with God—that's why He don't get hurt. '
He Katherine Anne Porter
"There's bad blood and bad doings somewhere, you can bet on that. " This behind the Whipples' back. To their faces everybody said, "He's not so bad off. He'll be all right yet. Look how He grows!"
He Katherine Anne Porter
"You needn't keep on saying it around," said Mr. Whipple, "you'll make people think nobody else has any feelings about Him but you. "
He Katherine Anne Porter
"don't let a soul ever hear us complain"she kept saying to her husband. She couldn't stand to be pitied
He Katherine Anne Porter
He did grow and He never got hurt. A plank blew off the chicken house and struck Him on the head and He never seemed to know it
He Katherine Anne Porter
He had learned a few words, and after this He forgot them.
He Katherine Anne Porter
I can't afford to let Him do anything for fear they'll come nosing around about it.
He Katherine Anne Porter
Just the same, Mrs. Whipple's life was a torment for fear something might happen to Him. He climbed the peach trees much better than Adna and went skittering along the branches like a monkey, just a regular monkey.
He Katherine Anne Porter
Mrs. Whipple almost screamed out at the neighbor. "He doesknow what He's doing! He's as able as any other child! Come down out of there, you!" When He finally reached the ground she could hardly keep her hands off Him for acting like that before people, a grin all over His face and her worried sick about Him all the time.
He Katherine Anne Porter
Mrs. Whipple loved her second son, the simple-minded one, better than she loved the other two children put together. She was forever saying so, and when she talked with certain of her neighbors, she would even throw in her husband and her mother for good measure.
He Katherine Anne Porter
Rolls of fat covered Him like an overcoat, and He could carry twice as much wood and water as Adna.
He Katherine Anne Porter
Whenever Mrs. Whipple repeated these words, she always felt a warm pool spread in her breast, and the tears would fill her eyes, and then she could talk about something else.
He Katherine Anne Porter
life was very hard for the whipples. It was hard to feed all the hungry mouths
He Katherine Anne Porter
The apparition of these faces in the crowd; Petals on a wet, black bough.
In a Station of the Metro Erza Pound
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He only says, 'Good fences make good neighbors'. Spring is the mischief in me, and I wonder If I could put a notion in his head: 'Why do they make good neighbors? Isn't it Where there are cows? But here there are no cows. Before I built a wall I'd ask to know What I was walling in or walling out, And to whom I was like to give offence.
Mending Wall Robert Frost
I let my neighbor know beyond the hill; And on a day we meet to walk the line And set the wall between us once again. We keep the wall between us as we go. To each the boulders that have fallen to each. And some are loaves and some so nearly balls We have to use a spell to make them balance: 'Stay where you are until our backs are turned!' We wear our fingers rough with handling them. Oh, just another kind of out-door game, One on a side. It comes to little more: There where it is we do not need the wall: He is all pine and I am apple orchard. My apple trees will never get across And eat the cones under his pines, I tell him.
Mending Wall Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That sends the frozen-ground-swell under it, And spills the upper boulders in the sun, And makes gaps even two can pass abreast. The work of hunters is another thing: I have come after them and made repair Where they have left not one stone on a stone, But they would have the rabbit out of hiding, To please the yelping dogs. The gaps I mean, No one has seen them made or heard them made, But at spring mending-time we find them there.
Mending Wall Robert Frost
Something there is that doesn't love a wall, That wants it down.' I could say 'Elves' to him, But it's not elves exactly, and I'd rather He said it for himself. I see him there Bringing a stone grasped firmly by the top In each hand, like an old-stone savage armed. He moves in darkness as it seems to me— Not of woods only and the shade of trees. He will not go behind his father's saying, And he likes having thought of it so well He says again, "Good fences make good neighbors."
Mending Wall Robert Frost
"next to of course god america i love you land of the pilgrims' and so forth oh say can you see by the dawn's early my country 'tis of centuries come and go and are no more. what of it we should worry in every language even deafanddumb thy sons acclaim your glorious name by gorry by jingo by gee by gosh by gum why talk of beauty what could be more beaut- iful than these heroic happy dead who rushed like lions to the roaring slaughter they did not stop to think they died instead then shall the voice of liberty be mute?" He spoke. And drank rapidly a glass of water
Next to of Course God America E. E. Cummings
Oh, sweet spontaneous earth how often have the doting fingers of prurient philosophers pinched and poked thee, has the naughty thumb of science prodded thy beauty, how often have religions taken thee upon their scraggy knees squeezing and buffeting thee that thou mightest conceive gods (but true to the incomparable couch of death thy rhythmic lover thou answerest them only with spring)
Oh, Sweet Spontaneous E. E. Cummings
pity this busy monster, manunkind, not. Progress is a comfortable disease: your victim (death and life safely beyond) plays with the bigness of his littleness --- electrons deify one razorblade into a mountainrange; lenses extend unwish through curving wherewhen till unwish returns on its unself. A world of made is not a world of born --- pity poor flesh and trees, poor stars and stones, but never this fine specimen of hypermagical ultraomnipotence. We doctors know a hopeless case if --- listen: there's a hell of a good universe next door; let's go
Pity This Busy Monster, Manunkind E. E. Cummings
Your thighs are appletrees whose blossoms touch the sky. Which sky? The sky where Watteau hung a lady's slipper. Your knees are a southern breeze -- or a gust of snow. Agh! what sort of man was Fragonard? -- As if that answered anything. -- Ah, yes. Below the knees, since the tune drops that way, it is one of those white summer days, the tall grass of your ankles flickers upon the shore -- Which shore? -- the sand clings to my lips -- Which shore? Agh, petals maybe. How should I know? Which shore? Which shore? -- the petals from some hidden appletree -- Which shore? I said petals from an appletree.
Portrait of a Lady William Carlos Williams
And natural prayer Of dying foeman mingled there - Foeman at morn, but friends at eve - Fame or country least their care: (What like a bullet can undeceive!) But now they lie low, While over them the swallows skim, And all is hushed at Shiloh.
Shiloh Herman Melville
Skimming lightly, wheeling still, The swallows fly low Over the fields in cloudy days, The forest-field of Shiloh - Over the field where April rain Solaced the parched ones stretched in pain Through the pause of night That followed the Sunday fight Around the church of Shiloh - The church, so lone, the log-built one, That echoed to many a parting groan
Shiloh Herman Melville
Just cash in your blanks for little toy Tanks Learn how to use them Then abuse them and choose them over conversations Relationships are overrated "I hated everyone" said the sun And so I will cook all your books You're too good looking and mistaken You could watch it instead From the comfort of your burning beds Or you can sleep through the static
Sleep Through the Static Jack Johnson
Stuck between channels my thoughts all quit I thought about them too much, allowed them to touch The feelings that rained down on the plains all dried and cracked Waiting for things that never came Shock and awful thing to make somebody think That they have to choose pushing for peace supporting the troops And either you're weak or you'll use brute force-feed the truth The truth is we say not as we do
Sleep Through the Static Jack Johnson
Trouble travels fast When you're specially designed for crash testing Or wearing wool sunglasses in the afternoon Come on and tell us what you're trying to prove Because it's a battle when you dabble in war You store it up, unleash it, then you piece it together Whether the storm drain running rampant just stamp it And send it to somebody who's pretending to care
Sleep Through the Static Jack Johnson
We say anytime, anywhere, just show your teeth and strike the fear Of god wears camouflage, cries at night and drives a dodge Pick up the beat and stop hogging the feast That's no way to treat an enemy Well, mighty, mighty appetite We just eat them up and keep on driving Freedom can be freezing take a picture from the pretty side Mind your manners wave your banners What a wonderful world that this angle can see
Sleep Through the Static Jack Johnson
Who needs sleep when we've got love? Who needs keys when we've got clubs? Who needs please when we've got guns? Who needs peace when we've gone above But beyond where we should have gone? We went beyond where we should have gone
Sleep Through the Static Jack Johnson
All along the road the reddish purplish, forked, upstanding, twiggy stuff of bushes and small trees with dead, brown leaves under them leafless vines- Lifeless in appearance, sluggish dazed spring approaches-
Spring and All William Carlos Williams
But now the stark dignity of entrance-Still, the profound change has come upon them: rooted, they grip down and begin to awaken
Spring and All William Carlos Williams
By the road to the contagious hospital under the surge of the blue mottled clouds driven from the northeast-a cold wind. Beyond, the waste of broad, muddy fields brown with dried weeds, standing and fallen patches of standing water the scattering of tall trees
Spring and All William Carlos Williams
Now the grass, tomorrow the stiff curl of wildcarrot leaf One by one objects are defined- It quickens: clarity, outline of leaf
Spring and All William Carlos Williams
They enter the new world naked cold, uncertain of all save that they enter. All about them the cold, familiar wind-
Spring and All William Carlos Williams
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and a country should leave us no more! Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps' pollution No refuge could save the hireling and slave From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave, And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Star Spangled Banner Francis Scott Key
O say can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hailed at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight O'er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, the bombs bursting in air Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
Star Spangled Banner Francis Scott Key
O thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand Between their loved home and the war's desolation! Blest with victory and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just, And this be our motto — "In God is our trust" And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Star Spangled Banner Francis Scott Key
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep Where the foe's haughty host in dread silence reposes What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep, As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses? Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam In full glory reflected now shines in the stream: 'Tis the star-spangled banner — O long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
Star Spangled Banner Francis Scott Key
And round about there is a rabble Of the filthy, sturdy, unkillable infants of the very poor. They shall inherit the earth.
The Garden Erza Pound
In her is the end of breeding. Her boredom is exquisite and excessive. She would like some one to speak to her, And is almost afraid that I Twill commit that indiscretion
The Garden Erza Pound
Like a skein of loose silk blown against a wall She walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens, And she is dying piece-meal of a sort of emotional anaemia.
The Garden Erza Pound
Among the rain and lights I saw the figure 5 in gold on a red firetruck moving tense unheeded to gong clangs siren howls and wheels rumbling through the dark city.
The Great Figure William Carlos Williams
But in no hush they string it: they go past With shouts afar to pull the cable taut, To hold it hard until they make it fast, To ease away--they have it. With a laugh, An oath of towns that set the wild at naught They bring the telephone and telegraph.
The Line-Gang Robert Frost
Here come the line-gang pioneering by. They throw a forest down less cut than broken. They plant dead trees for living, and the dead They string together with a living thread. They string an instrument against the sky Wherein words whether beaten out or spoken Will run as hushed as when they were a thought.
The Line-Gang Robert Frost
so much depends upon a red wheel barrow glazed with rain water beside the white chickens.
The Red Wheelbarrow William Carlos Williams
And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back.
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
I shall be telling this with a sigh Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
Then took the other, as just as fair, And having perhaps the better claim Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same,
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood And sorry I could not travel both And be one traveler, long I stood And looked down one as far as I could To where it bent in the undergrowth.
The Road Not Taken Robert Frost
At ten AM the young housewife moves about in negligee behind the wooden walls of her husband's house. I pass solitary in my car.
The Young Housewife William Carlos Williams
The noiseless wheels of my car rush with a crackling sound over dried leaves as I bow and pass smiling.
The Young Housewife William Carlos Williams
Then again she comes to the curb to call the ice-man, fish-man, and stands shy, uncorseted, tucking in stray ends of hair, and I compare her to a fallen leaf.
The Young Housewife William Carlos Williams
Forgive me they were delicious so sweet and so cold
This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams
I have eaten the plums that were in the icebox
This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams
and which you were probably saving for breakfast
This Is Just To Say William Carlos Williams
Do not weep, babe, for war is kind. Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches, Raged at his breast, gulped and died, Do not weep. War is kind. Swift blazing flag of the regiment, Eagle with crest of red and gold, These men were born to drill and die. Point for them the virtue of slaughter, Make plain to them the excellence of killing And a field where a thousand corpses lie. Mother whose heart hung humble as a button On the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind!
War is Kind Stephen Crane
Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind, Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky And the affrighted steed ran on alone, Do not weep. War is kind. Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment, Little souls who thirst for fight, These men were born to drill and die. The unexplained glory flies above them. Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom— A field where a thousand corpses lie.
War is Kind Stephen Crane
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream bites this universe in two, peels forever out of his grave and sprinkles nowhere with me and you? Blow soon to never and never to twice (blow life to isn't: blow death to was) --all nothing's only our hugest home; the most who die, the more we live.
What If a Much of a Which of a Wind E. E. Cummings
what if a keen of a lean wind flays screaming hills with sleet and snow: strangles valleys by ropes of thing and stifles forests in white ago? Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind (blow pity to envy and soul to mind) --whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees, it's they shall cry hello to the spring
What If a Much of a Which of a Wind E. E. Cummings
what if a much of a which of a wind gives the truth to summer's lie; bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun and yanks immortal stars awry? Blow king to beggar and queen to seam (blow friend to fiend: blow space to time) --when skies are hanged and oceans drowned, the single secret will still be man
What If a Much of a Which of a Wind E. E. Cummings
Father, Father, everybody thinks we're wrong Oh, but who are they to judge us Simply because our hair is long Oh, you know we've got to find a way To bring some understanding here today Oh Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me So you can see What's going on Ya, what's going on Tell me what's going on I'll tell you what's going on - Uh Right on baby Right on baby
Whats Going On Marvin Gaye
Mother, mother There's too many of you crying Brother, brother, brother There's far too many of you dying You know we've got to find a way To bring some loving here today - Ya Father, father We don't need to escalate You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate You know we've got to find a way To bring some loving here today
Whats Going On Marvin Gaye
Picket lines and picket signs Don't punish me with brutality Talk to me, so you can see Oh, what's going on What's going on Ya, what's going on Ah, what's going on In the mean time Right on, baby Right on Right on
Whats Going On Marvin Gaye
i sing of Olaf glad and big whose warmest heart recoiled at war: a conscientious object-or his wellbelovéd colonel(trig westpointer most succinctly bred) took erring Olaf soon in hand; but--though an host of overjoyed noncoms(first knocking on the head him)do through icy waters roll that helplessness which others stroke with brushes recently employed anent this muddy toiletbowl, while kindred intellects evoke allegiance per blunt instruments-- Olaf(being to all intents a corpse and wanting any rag upon what God unto him gave) responds,without getting annoyed "I will not kiss your f*****g flag"
i sing of Olaf glad and big E. E. Cummings
our president,being of which assertions duly notified threw the yellowsonofabitch into a dungeon,where he died Christ(of His mercy infinite) i pray to see;and Olaf,too preponderatingly because unless statistics lie he was more brave than me:more blond than you.
i sing of Olaf glad and big E. E. Cummings
straightway the silver bird looked grave (departing hurriedly to shave) but--though all kinds of officers (a yearning nation's blueeyed pride) their passive prey did kick and curse until for wear their clarion voices and boots were much the worse, and egged the firstclassprivates on his rectum wickedly to tease by means of skilfully applied bayonets roasted hot with heat-- Olaf(upon what were once knees) does almost ceaselessly repeat "there is some shit I will not eat"
i sing of Olaf glad and big E. E. Cummings
