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Poems, Lyrics, Quotes and Sonnets Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. William Shakespeare (from the movie: Spellbound) "The fault… is not in our stars… but in ourselves..." - Shakespeare (from the movie: The Arrival) "A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's Heaven for?" Robert Browning (from the movie: Kind Hearts and Coronets) "Kind Hearts are more than Coronets and simple faith than Norman blood." Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

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Poems, Lyrics, Quotes and Sonnets Sonnet 116 Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no ! it is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wand'ring bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come; Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error, and upon me prov'd, I never writ, nor no man ever lov'd. William Shakespeare(from the movie: Spellbound)

"The fault is not in our stars but in ourselves..." - Shakespeare(from the movie: The Arrival)

"A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's Heaven for?"Robert Browning

(from the movie: Kind Hearts and Coronets)

"Kind Hearts are more than Coronets and simple faith than Norman blood."Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Paradise LostJohn Milton O Progeny of Heav'n, Empyreal Thrones, With reason hath deep silence and demurr Seis'd us, though undismaid: long is the way And hard, that out of Hell leads up to Light; Our prison strong, this huge convex of Fire, Outrageous to devour, immures us round Ninefold, and gates of burning Adamant Barr'd over us prohibit all egress. These past, if any pass, the void profound Of unessential Night receives him next Wide gaping, and with utter loss of being Threatens him, plung'd in that abortive gulf. If thence he scape into what ever world, Or unknown Region, what remains him less Then unknown dangers and as hard escape. But I should ill become this Throne, O Peers, And this Imperial Sov'ranty, adorn'd With splendor, arm'd with power, if aught propos'd And judg'd of public moment, in the shape Of difficulty or danger could deterre Me from attempting. Wherefore do I assume These Royalties, and not refuse to Reign, Refusing to accept as great a share Of hazard as of honour, due alike (Book II, Verse 430, page 54)(From the movie: Se7en [section in red])

THROUGH THE LOOKING-GLASSAND WHAT ALICE FOUND THERE by LEWIS CARROLL

There was a book lying near Alice on the table, and while she sat watching the White King (for she was still a little anxious about him, and had the ink all ready to throw over him, in case he fainted again), she turned over the leaves, to find some part that she could read, for it's all in some language I don't know, she said to herself. It was like this. YKCOWREBBAJ sevot yhtils eht dna ,gillirb sawT' ebaw eht ni elbmig dna eryg diD ,sevogorob eht erew ysmim llA .ebargtuo shtar emom eht dnA She puzzled over this for some time, but at last a bright thought struck her. Why, it's a Looking-glass book, of course! And if I hold it up to a glass, the words will all go the right way again. This was the poem the Alice read. JABBERWOCKY 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. "Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch! He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought So rested he by the Tumtum tree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wood, And burbled as it came! One, two!! One, two!! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back.

"And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. 'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. It seems very pretty, she said when she had finished it, but it's rather hard to understand! (You see she didn't like to confess, ever to herself, that she couldn't make it out at all.) Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideasonly I don't exactly know what they are! However, somebody killed something. that's clear, at any rate

(The Jabberwock, illustrated by Sir John Tenniel)

Tweedledum and Tweedledee

What shall I repeat to her? said Tweedledee looking round at Tweedledum with great solemn eyes, and not noticing Alice's question. The walrus and the carpenter is the longest, Tweedledum replied, giving his brother an affectionate hug. Tweedledee began instantly: The sun was shining Here Alice ventured to interrupt him, If it's very long, she said, as politely as she could, would you please tell me first which road Tweedledee smiled gently, and began again: The sun was shining on the sea, Shining with all his might: He did his very best to make The billows smooth and bright And this was odd, because it was The middle of the night. The moon was shining sulkily, Because she thought the sun Had got no business to be there After the day was done "It's very rude of him, she said, To come and spoil the fun!" The sea was wet as wet could be, The sands were dry as dry. Your could not see a cloud, because No cloud was in the sky: No birds were flying over head There were no birds to fly. The Walrus and the Carpenter Were walking close at hand; They wept like anything to see Such quantities of sand: "If this were only cleared away, They said, "it would be grand!

"If seven maids with seven mops Swept it for half a year, Do you suppose, the Walrus said, "That they could get it clear? "I doubt it, said the Carpenter, And shed a bitter tear.

"O Oysters, come and walk with us!" The Walrus did beseech. "A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk, Along the briny beach: We cannot do with more than four, To give a hand to each. The eldest Oyster looked at him. But never a word he said: The eldest Oyster winked his eye, And shook his heavy head Meaning to say he did not choose To leave the oyster-bed. But four young oysters hurried up, All eager for the treat: Their coats were brushed, their faces washed, Their shoes were clean and neat And this was odd, because, you know, They hadn't any feet. Four other Oysters followed them, And yet another four; And thick and fast they came at last, And more, and more, and more All hopping through the frothy waves, And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter Walked on a mile or so, And then they rested on a rock Conveniently low: And all the little Oysters stood And waited in a row. "The time has come, the Walrus said, "To talk of many things; Of shoes and ships and sealing wax Of cabbages and kings And why the sea is boiling hot And whether pigs have wings. "But wait a bit, the Oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat! "No hurry!" said the Carpenter. They thanked him much for that.

"A loaf of bread, the Walrus said, Is what we chiefly need: Pepper and vinegar besides Are very good indeed Now if you're ready Oysters dear, We can begin to feed. "But not on us! the Oysters cried, Turning a little blue, "After such kindness, that would be A dismal thing to do! "The night is fine, the Walrus said "Do you admire the view? "It was so kind of you to come! And you are very nice! The Carpenter said nothing but "Cut us another slice: I wish you were not quite so deaf I've had to ask you twice! "It seems a shame, the Walrus said, "To play them such a trick, After we've brought them out so far, And made them trot so quick! The Carpenter said nothing but "The butter's spread too thick! "I weep for you, the Walrus said. "I deeply sympathize. With sobs and tears he sorted out Those of the largest size. Holding his pocket handkerchief Before his streaming eyes.

"O Oysters, said the Carpenter. "You've had a pleasant run! Shall we be trotting home again? But answer came there none And that was scarcely odd, because They'd eaten every one. I like the Walrus best, said Alice: because you see he was a little sorry for the poor oysters. He ate more than the Carpenter, though, said Tweedle-

dee. You see he held his handkerchief in front, so that the Carpenter couldn't count how many he took: contrariwise. That was mean! Alice said indignantly. Then I like the Carpenter best if he didn't eat so many as the Walrus. But he ate as many as he could get, said Tweedledum. This was a puzzler. After a pause, Alice began, Well! They were both very unpleasant characters

EPITAPH ON AN ARMY OF MERCENARIES

These, in the day when heaven was falling, The hour when earth's foundations fled, Followed their mercenary calling And took their wages and are dead. Their shoulders held the sky suspended; They stood, and earth's foundations stay; What God abandoned, these defended, And saved the sum of things for pay. Alfred Edward Housman

Invictus Out of the night which covers me Black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever Gods may be For my unconquerable soul In the fell clutch of circumstance I have not winced, nor cried out loud. Neith the blugeonings of chance My head is bloody, but unbowed. Beyond this place of wrath and tears Looms but the Horror of the shade, And yet the menace of the years Finds and shall find me unafraid. It matters not how straight the gate How charged with punishment the scroll I am the master of my fate. I am the captain of my soul. William Ernest Henley ______________________________

CONCORD HYMN By the rude bridge that arched the flood, Their flag to April's breeze unfurled. Here once the embattled farmers stood, And fired the shot heard 'round the world. The foe long since in silence slept; Alike the conquerer silent sleeps; And Time the ruined bridge has swept Down the dark stream which seaward creeps. On this green bank, by this soft stream, We set to-day a votive stone; That memory may their deeds redeem, When, like their sires, our sons are gone. Spirit, that made those heroes dare To die, and leave their children free, Bid Time and Nature gently spare The shaft we raise to them and thee. Ralph Waldo Emerson[Sung at the Completion of the Concord Monument, April 19, 1836]

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O Captain! My Captain!O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather'd every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleeding drops of red, Where on the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells; Rise upfor you the flag is flungfor you the bugle trills, For you bouquets and ribbon'd wreathsfor you the shores a-crowding, For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning; Here Captain! dear father! This arm beneath your head! It is some dream that on the deck, You 've fallen cold and dead. My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still, My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will, The ship is anchor'd safe and sound, its voyage closed and done, From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won; Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells! But I, with mournful tread, Walk the deck my Captain lies, Fallen cold and dead. Walt Whitman (18191892) _________________________________________________________________________ "Electricity will take the place of God. Let the peasant pray to electricity: he's going to feel the power of the central authorities more than that of heaven." Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, 1918 _________________________________________________________________________ (from the movie, Pulp Fiction) [Ezekiel 25:17 among others] "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee." [Ezekiel 25:17] "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you."

Dein Ist Mein Ganzes Herz DEIN IST MEIN GANZES HERZ MY HEART IS YOURS ALONE(YOU ARE MY HEART'S DELIGHT)

Dein ist mein ganzes Herz! Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein. So, wie die Blume welkt, wenn sie nicht ksst der Sonnenschein! Dein ist mein schnstes Lied, weil es allein aus der Liebe erblht. Sag mir noch einmal, mein einzig Lieb, oh sag noch einmal mir: Ich hab dich lieb! Wohin ich immer gehe, ich fhle deine Nhe. Ich mchte deinen Atem trinken und betend dir zu Fssen sinken, dir, dir allein! Wie wunderbar ist dein leuchtendes Haar! Traumschn und sehnsuchtsbang ist dein strahlender Blick. Hr ich der Stimme Klang, ist es so wie Musik. Dein ist mein ganzes Herz Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein. So, wie die Blume welkt, wenn sie nicht ksst der Sonnenschein! Dein ist mein schnstes Lied, weil es allein aus der Liebe erblht. Sag mir noch einmal, mein einzig Lieb, oh sag noch einmal mir: Ich hab dich lieb!

My heart is yours alone! I cannot be without you. Like a flower that wilts when unkissed by the sun! My most beautiful song is yours, for it is created out of love. Tell me once more, my one and only, oh tell me once more: I have your love! Wherever I am I feel you are near. I want to drink your breath and kneel adoringly at your feet, yours, yours alone! How wonderful is your shining hair! Dreamy and full of longing is your radiant gaze. Your voice is music to my ears. My heart is yours alone. I cannot be without you. Like a flower that wilts when unkissed by the sun! My most beautiful song is yours, for it is created out of love. Tell me once more, my one and only, oh tell me once more: I have your love!

Das Land des Lchelns text: L. Herzer and F. Lhner-Beda music: Franz Lehar, The Land of Smiles (1870-1948) translation: a.l. (modified from source: http://www3.bc.sympatico.ca/juls/vals2000/lyrics.htm )

Dein ist mein ganzes Herz [My heart is yours alone, (you are my heart's delight)]Dein ist mein ganzes Herz! Wo du nicht bist, kann ich nicht sein. So, wie die Blume welkt, wenn sie nicht ksst der Sonnenschein! Dein ist mein schnstes Lied, weil es allein aus der Liebe erblht. Sag mir noch einmal, mein einzig Lieb, oh sag noch einmal mir: Ich hab dich lieb! Wohin ich immer gehe, ich fhle deine Nhe. Ich mchte deinen Atem trinken und betend dir zu Fssen sinken, dir, dir allein! Wie wunderbar ist dein leuchtendes Haar! Traumschn und sehnsuchtsbang ist dein strahlender Blick. Hr ich der Stimme Klang, ist es so wie Musik. Dein ist mein ganzes Herz My heart is yours alone! I cannot be without you. Like a flower that wilts when unkissed by the sun! My most beautiful song is yours, for it is created out of love. Tell me once more, my one and only, oh tell me once more: I love you! Wherever I am I feel you are near. I want to drink your breath and kneel adoringly at your feet, yours, yours alone! How wonderful is your shining hair! Dreamy and full of longing is your radiant gaze My heart is yours alone! source: http://www.celtic-tenors.com/lyrics/ganzesherz.html

Dein ist mein ganzes Herz [You Are My Heart's Delight] - as sung by Richard TauberYou are my heart's delight And where you are, I long to be. You make my darkness bright When like a star you shine on me. Time and I hold, I do, Your life divine gives me hope of you. That dreams of mine makes our hearts come true And I shall hear you whisper, "I love you". In dreams when life is calling. I seem to hear you calling. For you have cast a net around me, An enigmatic spell abounds me, Yours, yours, alone. How wondrous air is your beautiful hair Bright as a sandal sky is the light in your eyes. Soft as a turtledove is the voice of my love. You are my heart's delight And where you are, I long to be. You make my darkness bright When like a star you shine on me. Time and I hold, I do, Your life divine brings me hope of you. That dreams of mine makes our hearts come true And I shall hear you whisper, "I love you".

E LUCEVAN LE STELLE

AND THE STARS TWINKLED

About to be executed for treason, Cavaradossi bids farewell to life E lucevan le stelle ed olezzava la terra, stridea l'uscio dell'orto, e un passo sfiorava la rena... Entrava ella, fragrante, mi cadea fra le braccia... O dolci baci, o languide carezze, mentr'io fremente le belle forme disciogliea dai veli! Svani per sempre il sogno mio d'amore... L'ora fuggita... E muoio disperato! E muoio disperato... E non ho amato mai tanto la vita! And the stars twinkled and the earth was fragrant, the garden gate creaked, and a footstep brushed the sandy path... she entered, perfumed, and fell into my arms... Oh sweet kisses, oh yearning embraces, as I, trembling, undid her veils to reveal her beauty. Vanished forever is my dream of love.. The hour has fled... And I die in despair! And I die in despair... And life has never been so precious to me!

Tosca text: Luigi Illica and Giuseppe Giacosa, music: Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924). translation: a.l.

NESSUN DORMA

NONE SHALL SLEEP

Calaf, the prince without a name, all aflame for the Princess Turandot, looks forward to daybreak and the moment when he will reveal his secret. Nessun dorma! Nessun dorma... Tu pure, o Principessa, nella tua fredda stanza guardi le stelle che tremano d'amore e di speranza. Ma il mio mistero chiuso in me, il nome mio nessun sapr! No, no, sulla tua bocca lo dir quando la luce splender! Ed il mio bacio sciogler il silencio che ti fa mia! Dilegua, o notte! Tramontate, stelle! All'alba vincer! Vincer! Vincer! None shall sleep! None shall sleep... Even you, o Princess, in your cold room, you watch the stars that twinkle with love and with hope. But my secret is hidden within me, no-one shall know my name! No, no, my lips on yours will tell you when day breaks! And my kiss will break the silence that makes you mine! Vanish, oh night! Set, stars! At dawn I will win! I will win! I will win!

Turandot text: Giuseppe Adami and Renato Simoni, music: Giacomo Puccini (1858-1924). translation: a.l.

Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892) St. Agnes' Eve Deep on the convent-roof the snows Are sparkling to the moon: My breath to heaven like vapour goes; May my soul follow soon! The shadows of the convent-towers Slant down the snowy sward, Still creeping with the creeping hours That lead me to my Lord: Make Thou my spirit pure and clear As are the frosty skies, Or this first snowdrop of the year That in my bosom lies. As these white robes are soil'd and dark, To yonder shining ground; As this pale taper's earthly spark, To yonder argent round; So shows my soul before the Lamb, My spirit before Thee; So in mine earthly house I am, To that I hope to be. Break up the heavens, O Lord! and far, Thro' all yon starlight keen, Draw me, thy bride, a glittering star, In raiment white and clean. He lifts me to the golden doors; The flashes come and go; All heaven bursts her starry floors, And strows her lights below, And deepens on and up! the gates Roll back, and far within For me the Heavenly Bridegroom waits, To make me pure of sin. The sabbaths of Eternity, One sabbath deep and wide-A light upon the shining sea-The Bridegroom with his bride! ________________________________________

Crossing the bar Sunset and evening star, And one clear call for me! And may there be no moaning of the bar, When I put out to sea, But such a tide as moving seems asleep, Too full for sound and foam, When that which drew from out the boundless deep Turns again home. Twilight and evening bell, And after that the dark! And may there be no sadness of farewell, When I embark; For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face When I have crost the bar. _____________________________________________________ The Higher Pantheism The sun, the moon, the stars, the seas, the hills and the plains,Are not these, O Soul, the Vision of Him who reigns? Is not the Vision He, tho' He be not that which He seems? Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams? Earth, these solid stars, this weight of body and limb, Are they not sign and symbol of thy division from Him? Dark is the world to thee; thyself art the reason why, For is He not all but thou, that hast power to feel "I am I"? Glory about thee, without thee; and thou fulfillest thy doom, Making Him broken gleams and a stifled splendour and gloom. Speak to Him, thou, for He hears, and Spirit with Spirit can meetCloser is He than breathing, and nearer than hands and feet. God is law, say the wise; O soul, and let us rejoice, For if He thunder by law the thunder is yet His voice. Law is God, say some; no God at all, says the fool, For all we have power to see is a straight staff bent in a pool; And the ear of man cannot hear, and the eye of man cannot see; But if we could see and hear, this Vision-were it not He? _____________________________________________________

Bobby McFerrin - from the CD, "Bang!Zoom" - My Better Half I like your eyes they can open up a whole new way of looking at romance and you see, you see through me and when I'm lookin' in your eyes my mind begins to dream of love so deep the kind that wiseman talk about, the kind that makes you weep you know that I will try to win your love cause I'm convinced that you are my better half I like your lips they can tenderly implore to seek the places of romance and when, and when you speak I can hear the angels up above begin to sing of love so deep the kind that makes the shimmer in a diamond look so cheap you know that I will try to win your love cause I'm convinced that you are my better half You are my bet, my better, my better half You are my bet, my better, my better half You are my bet, my better, better half You are my... I like your sweet caress and when you hold me in your arms I feel love's tenderness with your touch, and your touch I feel a tremor in my body and it brings me to my knees to a love so deep the kind of love the Romeo and Juliet could not achieve you know that I will try to win your love cause I'm convinced that you are my better half! your eyes are sweet you knock me off my feet... and I want mo good times to dance away through the night I love your touch you know I love you girl, so much whoa, whoa girl, better half whoa, whoa girl! oh, oh, whoa, whoa, oh girl! love ya better each day!,

Priere avant les repas: Benissez-nous, Seigneur. Benissez ce repas, Ce qui l'ont prepar Et procur du pain A ceux qui n'en ont pas. Ainsi soit-il. Beatriz (by Edu Lobo and Chico Buarque) translation by Kevyn Lettau look i wonder if she's a girl i wonder if she's sad i wonder if she's the contrary i wonder if she's a painter the face of the actress if she dances on the 7th sky does she believe it's another country if she only memorizes her lines i wish i could get into her life look i wonder if she's made of china i wonder if she's made of poison i wonder if she's crazy i wonder is she's a scenery the house of the actress does she live in a skyscraper are the walls made of chalk does she cry in her hotel room if only I could enter her life yes, take me forever, beatriz teach me not to walk with my feet on the ground forever and forever, for a second tell me how many disasters are in my hand tell me if it's dangerous for me to be happy look i wonder if it's a star i wonder if it's alive i wonder if it's a comedy i wonder if it's divine the life of the actress will she one day fall from the sky will the audience demand an encore will an archangel pass his hat if only i could get into her life ___________________________________

Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of others including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all repaired their boats left. Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to persevere until the last possible moment. When the island was almost sinking, Love decided to ask for help. Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said, " Richness, can you take me with you?" Richness answered, " No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you." Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel, " Vanity, please help me!"..." I can't help you Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat.," Vanity answered. Sadness was close by so Love asked for help, " Sadness, let me go with you."..." Oh...Love, I'm so sad that I need to be by myself !" replied Sadness. Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her ! Suddenly, there was a voice, " Come Love, I will take you." It was an old lady. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she even forgot to ask the elder her name. When they arrived on dry land, the elder went her own way. Love, realizing how much she owed the elder, asked Knowledge, another elder, " Who helped me?"..." It was Time," Knowledge answered." Time?" asked Love." But why did Time help me?" Knowledge smiled with deep Wisdom and answered, " Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love truly is." ______________________________________ How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Elizabeth Baxter Browning ______________________________________

These Are The Things I LoveWritten by: Harold Barlow and Lewis Harris Author: Based On Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto In D Major, Opus 35 and Mlodie in E Flat, Opus. 42, No. 3 "Souvenir d'un lieu cher" (Souvenir of a dear place) Full Lyric: The Glow Of Sunset In The Summer Skies The Golden Flicker Of The Fireflies The Gleam Of Love Light In Your Lovely Eyes These Are The Things I Love A Silver Moonbeam Peeping Through The Trees A Bed Of Tulips Nodding In The Breeze The Look You Give In Answer To My Pleas These Are The Things I Love Oh Once I Thought That Life Was Just A Winter Thing My Heart Was Cold And Then You Came To Me And Like A Breath Of Spring You Turned The Silver Snow To Gold! A Robin's Serenade When Day Is Through A Bubbling Brook Beside Our Rendezvous Your Sweet Voice Whisp'ring "darling I Love You" These Are The Things I Love__________________________________ Copyright Agent: Ed Pierson Warner/Chappell Music Inc. 10585 Santa Monica Blvd. Los Angeles, CA 90025 voice: (310) 441-8730 e-mail: [email protected]

BrahmaIf the red slayer think he slays, Or if the slain think he is slain, They know not well the subtle ways I keep, and pass, and turn again. Far or forgot to me is near; Shadow and sunlight are the same; The vanished gods to me appear; And one to me are shame and fame. They reckon ill who leave me out; When me they fly, I am the wings; I am the doubter and the doubt, And I the hymn the Brahmin sings. The strong gods pine for my abode, And pine in vain the sacred Seven; But thou, meek lover of the good! Find me, and turn thy back on heaven. Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882) ___________________________________________________________________________

NocturneUP to her chamber window A slight wire trellis goes, And up this Romeo's ladder Clambers a bold white rose. I lounge in the ilex shadows, I see the lady lean, Unclasping her silken girdle, The curtain's folds between. She smiles on her white-rose lover, She reaches out her hand And helps him in at the window I see it where I stand! To her scarlet lip she holds him, And kisses him many a time Ah, me! it was he that won her Because he dared to climb! Thomas Bailey Aldrich. (18361907)

Milton's Prayer of PatienceElizabeth (Lloyd) Howell (18111896) I AM old and blind! Men point at me as smitten by God's frown; Afflicted and deserted of my kind, Yet am I not cast down. I am weak, yet strong; I murmur not that I no longer see; Poor, old, and helpless, I the more belong, Father Supreme! to Thee. All-merciful One! When men are furthest, then art Thou most near, When friends pass by, my weaknesses to shun, Thy chariot I hear. Thy glorious face Is leaning toward me, and its holy light Shines in upon my lonely dwelling-place, And there is no more night. On my bended knee I recognize Thy purpose clearly shown; My vision Thou hast dimmed, that I may see ThyselfThyself alone. I have naught to fear: This darkness is the shadow of Thy wing; Beneath it I am almost sacredhere Can come no evil thing. Oh, I seem to stand Trembling, where foot of mortal ne'er hath been, Wrapped in that radiance from the sinless land, Which eye hath never seen! Visions come and go: Shapes of resplendent beauty round me throng; From angel lips I seem to hear the flow Of soft and holy song. It is nothing now, When heaven is opening on my sightless eyes, When airs from Paradise refresh my brow, That earth in darkness lies. In a purer clime My being fills with rapture,waves of thought Roll in upon my spirit,strains sublime Break over me unsought.

Give me now my lyre! I feel the stirrings of a gift divine: Within my bosom glows unearthly fire Lit by no skill of mine. ________________________________________________________________________

Battle-Hymn of the Republic

- Julia Ward Howe. (18191911)

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 fateful 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. 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: O, be swift, my soul, to answer Him! be jubilant, my feet! Our God is marching on. 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. ________________________________________________________________________ Pater Noster Notre Pre qui tes aux cieux, Que Votre nom soit sanctifie, Que Votre rgne arrive, Que Votre volent soit faite Sur la terre comme au ciel. Donnez-nous aujourd'hui Notre pain de chaque jour. Perdonnez-nous nos offenses Comme nous pardonnons ceux qui nous ont offenses; Mais ne nous laissez pas succomber la tentation; Et dlivrez-nous du mal. AMEN. ________________________________________________________________________

Psalm CXXXVII The Babylonian Captivity - Joel Barlow (17551812)ALONG the banks where Babel's current flows Our captive bands in deep despondence stray'd, While Zion's fall in sad remembrance rose, Her friends, her children mingled with the dead. The tuneless harp, that once with joy we strung, When praise employ'd and mirth inspir'd the lay, In mournful silence on the willows hung; And growing grief prolong'd the tedious day. The barbarous tyrants, to increase the woe, With taunting smiles a song of Zion claim; Bid sacred praise in strains melodious flow, While they blaspheme the great Jehovah's name. But how, in heathen chains and lands unknown, Shall Israel's sons a song of Zion raise? O hapless Salem, God's terrestrial throne, Thou land of glory, sacred mount of praise. If e'er my memory lose thy lovely name, If my cold heart neglect my kindred race, Let dire destruction seize this guilty frame; My hand shall perish and my voice shall cease. Yet shall the Lord, who hears when Zion calls, O'ertake her foes with terror and dismay, His arm avenge her desolated walls, And raise her children to eternal day. ________________________________________________________________________ La Marseillaise Allons enfants de la Patrie, Le jour de gloire est arriv; Contre nous de la tyrannie L'tandard sanglant est lev, l'tandard sanglant est lev Entendez-vous dans les companes Mugir ces farouches soldats Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes. Aux armes, citoyens! Formez vos bataillons! Marchons, marchons! Qu'an sang impur Abreuve nos sillons.

The Star-Spangled Banner

-- Francis Scott Key

Oh say! can you see by the dawn's early light What so proudly we hail'd at the twilight's last gleaming? Whose broad stripes and bright stars thro' the perilous fight, O'er the ramparts we watch'd were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket's red glare, and bombs bursting in air Gave proof thro' 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? On the shore dimly seen throughout 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 on the stream. `Tis the Star-Spangled Banner, Oh long may it wave O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave. And where is that band who so hauntingly swore That the havoc of war and the battle's confusion A home and country, shall leave us no more? Their blood was washed out their foul foot steps 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. Oh thus be it e'er when free men shall stand Between their lov'd homes and war's desolation! Blest with vict'ry and peace, may the heav'n rescued land Praise the Pow'r that has made and presrv'd us a nation And conquer we must when our cause 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. ________________________________________________________________________

________________________________________________________________________ About the Star Spangled Banner On September 13, 1814, Francis Scott Key visited the British fleet in Chesapeake Bay to secure the release of Dr. William Beans, who had been captured after the buring of Washington, D.C. The release was secured, but Key was detained on ship overnight during the shelling of Fort McHenry, one of the forts defending Baltimore. In the morning he was so delighted to see the American flag still flying over the fort that he began a poem to commemorate the occasion. Entitled "The Star-Spangled Banner," the poem soon attained wide popularity as sung to the tune "Ancreon in Heaven." The origin of this tune is obscure, but it may have been written by John Stafford Smith, a British composer born in 1750. "The Star-Spangled Banner" was officially made the National Anthem by Congress in 1931, although already adopted as such by the Army and Navy. Its central theme, our country's survival through bitter strife, parallels the passing by West Point graduates of their first crucial test in battle. "The Star-Spangled Banner" has attained a position of reverence, and each time the Corps stands retreat ceremony to its strands it serves as a reminder of our duty to country. ________________________________________________________________________

La MarseillaiseAllons enfants de la Patrie Le jour de gloire est arriv. Contre nous, de la tyrannie, L'tandard sanglant est lev, l'tandard sanglant est lev, Entendez-vous, dans la compagnes. Mugir ces farouches soldats Ils viennent jusque dans nos bras Egorger vos fils, vos compagnes. Let us go, children of the fatherland Our day of Glory has arrived. Against us stands tyranny, The bloody flag is raised, The bloody flag is raised. Do you hear in the countryside The roar of these savage soldiers They come right into our arms To cut the throats of your sons, your country.

Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons, Marchons, marchons! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons.Amour sacr de la Patrie, Conduis, soutiens nos bras vengeurs, Libert, libert cherie, Combats avec tes defnseurs; Combats avec tes dfenseurs. Sous drapeaux, que la victoire Acoure tes mles accents; Que tes ennemis expirants Voient ton triomphe et notre gloire!

To arms, citizens! Form up your battalions Let us march, Let us march! That their impure blood Should water our fieldsSacred love of the fatherland Guide and support our vengeful arms. Liberty, beloved liberty, Fight with your defenders; Fight with your defenders. Under our flags, so that victory Will rush to your manly strains; That your dying enemies Should see your triumph and glory

Aux armes citoyens! Formez vos bataillons, Marchons, marchons! Qu'un sang impur Abreuve nos sillons.

To arms, citizens! Form up your battalions Let us march, Let us march! That their impure blood Should water our fields

Here is an alternate English Translation, perhaps more singable!

Ye sons of France, awake to glory! Hark! Hark! the people bid you rise! Your children, wives, and grandsires hoary Behold their tears and hear their cries! Behold their tears and hear their cries! Shall hateful tyrants, mischief breeding, With hireling hosts a ruffian band Affright and desolate the land While peace and liberty lie bleeding? To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th'avenging sword unsheathe! March on, march on, all hearts resolved On liberty or death.

Oh liberty can man resign thee, Once having felt thy gen'rous flame? Can dungeons, bolts, and bar confine the? Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Or whips thy noble spirit tame? Too long the world has wept bewailing That falsehood's dagger tyrants wield; But freedom is our sword and shield And all their arts are unavailing. To arms, to arms, ye brave! Th'avenging sword unsheathe! March on, march on, all hearts resolved On liberty or death.

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La Marseillaise, the French national anthem, was composed in one night during the French Revolution (April 24, 1792) by Claude-Joseph Rouget de Lisle, a captain of the engineers and amateur musician stationed in Strasbourg in 1792. It was played at a patriotic banquet at Marseilles, and printed copies were given to the revolutionary forces then marching on Paris. They entered Paris singing this song, and to it they marched to the Tuileries on August 10th. Ironically, Rouget de Lisle was himself a royalist and refused to take the oath of allegiance to the new constitution. He was imprisoned and barely escaped the guillotine.. Originally entitled Chant de guerre de l'arme du Rhin (War Song of the Army of the Rhine), the anthem became called La Marseillaise because of its popularity with volunteer army units from Marseilles. The Convention accepted it as the French national anthem in a decree passed July 14, 1795. La Marseillaise was banned by Napoleon during the Empire, and by Louis XVIII on the Second Restoration (1815), because of its revolutionary associations. Authorized after the July Revolution of 1830, it was again banned by Napoleon III and not reinstated until 1879. The text here consists of only the first two verses [out of seven]. Source: http://www.fordham.edu/halsall/mod/marseill.html________________________________________________________________________

J.S. Bach Matthus-Passion No. 78 Chorus Wir setzen uns mit Trnen nieder Wir setzen uns mit Trnen nieder Und rufen dir im Grabe zu: Ruhe sanfte, sanfte ruh! Ruht, ihr augesognen Glieder! Euer Grab und Leichenstein Soll dem ngstlichen Gewissen Ein bequemes Ruhekissen Und der Seelen Ruhstatt sein Hchst vergngt schlummem da die Augen ein In tears of grief, dear Lord, we leave Thee Hearts cry to Thee, o Saviour dear. Lie Thou softly, softly here. Rest Thy worn and bruised body At Thy grave, o Jesus blest, May the sinner, worn with weeping Comfort find in Thy dear keeping. And the weary soul find rest. Sleep in peace, sleep Thou in the Fathers breast.

Famous Movie Scenes & Quotes Spellbound - Alfred Hitchcock "The faultis not in our starsbut in ourselves..." - Shakespeare It looks like you've had instructive time. Instructive? Gentlemen, notice her stockings. The lady has been climbing trees. Or lawling in a briar patch. No, no, it's trees. There are two leaves in her hair. Allow me, Dr. Petersen. You're surpassing yourself as a "charmer," Dr. Fleurot. Don't run away, do have some coffee. Oh, Dr. Peterson has already eaten, as one could tell by the mustard on her right forefinger. I would say hot-dogs on the State Highway. Would you really? Your diagnosis is, as usual, wrong, Dr. Fleurot. Not hot-dogs, liverwurst! I'm very sorry I have to leave this nursery. I must see Mr. Garmes. Looks as if we have Casanova, himself at the head of Green Manors. Did you notice her blush every time we mentioned his name? It's very late. Ah, I was going to read your new book again. I would like to discuss it. I've never discussed an author's work with him. Of course, at school, we had several literary professors, but that was quite different. I sound rather nervous, don't I? Not at all. I thought I wanted to discuss your book with you, I'm amazed at the subterfuge. I don't want to discuss it at all. I understand. Quite remarkable to discover that one isn't what one thought one was. I mean I was entirely aware of what was in my mind. And you're not, now. Quite ridiculous. It was stupid of me to come in like a distracted child. You're very lovely. Please don't talk that way, you'll think I came in to hear that. I know why you came in. Why? Because something has happened to us. It doesn't happen like that, in a day. It happens in a moment, sometimes. I felt it this afternoon. It was like lightning striking. It strikes, rarely. Ahh. It sure feels good to take the weight off your feet. I'm from Pittsburgh. There's a town for you. You really can meet people in Pittsburgh. Friendly! A fella could live and die in this town and he couldn't meet nobody. How about you and me having a nice little drink together now that we're acquainted. No thank you, I Well you don't have to be so snooty about it. I'll have you know, Madam, that I know better people than you in Pittsburgh. Yeah, I'm sure you're a great social success, given half the chance. Now you're talking. Do you mind not sitting in my lap in public. That's enough of that! Beat it! I'll have you know that I'm a guest in this hotel. Who do you think you are. I'm the House Detective. Get going! Aye, this town's getting worse and worse. Oh, there is nothing so nice as a new marriage. No psychosis yet, no aggressions, no guilt complexes. I congratulate you, and wish you have babies and no phobias. Look how I am living by myself and a can opener. My housekeeper has gone to work, my secretary is a wreck. And I got a cleaning women who can't cook and who hates me. Cook me my coffee in the morning and the house is yours. That's wonderful of you, Alex. Oh, there's nothing wonderful about me. It's nice to see my old assistant. The youngest, but the best one I ever had. But who knows, now? As my old friend, Tannenbaum, used to say, "Women make the best psychoanalysts, 'til they fall in love. After that, they make the best patients!" Heh heh heh! Good night and happy dreams, which we will analyze at breakfast. Oh darling, you mustn't be frightened. You mustn't, we're making progress. We have the word "white" on our side.

This is what I found in his hand last night. He didn't know he had that. Alex, you mustn't think that. He didn't try to do anything to you, he couldn't. My dear child, he's not responsible. But that's not correct. I'm just a little more experienced with this type than you. I grant you know infinitely more than I do, but in this case Do not complete a sentence with the usual female contradictions. You grant me I know more than you. But on the other hand, you know more than me. Women's talkbah! Alex what are going to do? Something more for you than for me. Alex! I'm calling the police. No no, please, I! You are giving the orders. My own pupil. You don't know this man, you know only science, you know his mind, but you don't know his heart. We are speaking of a schizophrenic, and not a valentine. We are speaking of a man. Oh! Oh yes! A laugh! Look at you, Dr. Petersen!the promising psychoanalyst is now all of a sudden a school girl in love with an act and nothing else. Alex, let me tell you about him. What is there for you to say. We both know that the mind of a women in love, is operating on the lowest level of the intellect. Doctor told me not to smoke in the morning, but I'm too excited. And how do you know what his real character is? I know! She knows! This is the way science goes backward. Who told you what he is. Freud? Or a crystal ball? I couldn't feel this way toward a man who was bad, who had committed murder. I couldn't feel this pain for someone who was evil. You are twenty times crazier than him. 'She couldn't love him if he was no good.' This is baby talk, nothing else. What do you want I should do? Give me time to treat him and cure him, or a least shock him into a curable condition. This could take years. No, no, no. Oh, all right, a half a year? We should sit and hide for a half a year, waiting to find out if he's going to cut your throat, my throat and, and set fire to the house. Oh my dear girl. Even to a woman in love, such a situation must seem a little unreasonable. Just a few more days, Alex, before you turn him over. Just a few more days so then if I can't do anything, if we both can't, well then you can call the police. You're not hiding a criminal. There is no evidence against him, except his own guilt fantasies. He's wanted only as a possible witness as to what happened to Dr. Edwards. But in his present condition he could tell the police nothing. Dont you see you're doing nothing against the law. We are helping them by investigating the patient as doctors. Doctors who want the truth even more than they do. All right! You'll wait? Go, make me coffee. I'll pretend to myself I'm acting sensible for a few days. Thank you, thank you very much. I'll make you coffee with an egg in it. Who are you? I'm Dr. Brulov. Brulov? Oh yeah, that's right. Bromides, who's been feeding me bromides? I give you, to sleep. Brulov, oh yes, Rochester. What's your name? I don't know. Constance told you. No, nobody told me. If I don't know a patient with amnesia when I see one, what do I know? You don't remember your father or mother? No. Wife or sweetheart? No! Don't fight me, I'm going to help you if I can. I'm going to be your father image. I want you to look on me like your father. Trust me, lean on me. It's a shortcut, but we haven't much time. All right, go ahead, I'm leaning. Maybe you got something you want to tell me, a single thought, a few words in the corner in your head. Come on, talk to me. Whatever comes into your head, just say what it is. There's nothing. Maybe you dreamt something. Yeah. What did you dream? I don't believe in dreams. That Freud stuff's a lot of hooey. Oh, you're a fine one to talk! You got amnesia and you got a guilt complex and you don't know if you're coming or going from some place. But, Freud is "hooey". This you know. Hmm! Wise guy! You don't like me, Papa. You want I should help you, or not? I'm sorry. I'll explain to you about dreams, so you don't think it is "hooey". The secrets of who you are, and what has made you run away from yourself, all these secrets are buried in your brain. But, you don't want to look at them. The human being very often doesn't want to know the truth about himself. because he thinks it will make him sick. So, he makes himself sicker, trying to forget. You follow this. Yeah. Oh how do you feel? Ah, coffee! Awful! The patient is going to tell us what he dreamt. Oh, fine, I'll take notes, I'll get my glasses. Now, here's where dreams come in. They tell you what you are trying to hide. But, they tell it to you all mixed-up like pieces of a puzzle that don't fit. The

problem of the analyst is, to examine this puzzle, and put the pieces together in the right place and find out what the devil you are trying to say to yourself. --------------------------------------------------(from the movie, Solaris, 2002) And Death Shall Have No Dominion by: Dylan Thomas And death shall have no dominion. Dead men naked they shall be one With the man in the wind and the west moon; When their bones are picked clean and the clean bones gone, They shall have stars at elbow and foot; Though they go mad they shall be sane, Though they sink through the sea they shall rise again; Though lovers be lost love shall not; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion. And death shall have no dominion. No more may gulls cry at their ears Or waves break loud on the seashores; Where blew a flower may a flower no more Lift its head to the blows of the rain; Though they be mad and dead as nails, Heads of the characters hammer through daisies; Break in the sun till the sun breaks down, And death shall have no dominion.

"Electricity will take the place of God. Let the peasant pray to electricity: he's going to feel the power of the central authorities more than that of heaven." Vladimir Ilyich Lenin, 1918 (source: :Theremin: Ether Music and Espionage (Music in American Life) by Albert Glinsky and Robert Moog, page 9.) The theremin. Few know the name of the humming, personable instrument, the only musical device that is not played physically, but rather, by waving one's hands to move the air around it. Invented in the mid-Twenties by Russian scientist Leon Theremin, the instrument quickly developed a cult following, but its popularity stalled as consumers became frustrated, unable to milk sound from it. The first viable electronic musical instrument, the theremin was nearly obsolete after the Depression set in. Enter Samuel Hoffman, a podiatrist by day, and a thereminist by night. Hoffman, assuming the moniker Hal Hope, had for years, led an ensemble at the Hotel Montclair in New York before relocating to Los Angeles in 1941. Once in LA, Hoffman still practiced the theremin, but not to the extent he had earlier. He did, however, register himself as a thereminist at the musician's local, and became the only such player listed. One day in 1945, Hoffman received a call from Miklos Rozsa, the famed composer who had recently been assigned the duty of designing the score of Alfred Hitchcock's new film, Spellbound. Rozsa wanted to capture the paranoia of Spellbound's script on the film's soundtrack, and for this, he wanted the eerie sound of the theremin. (Soundtracks of several popular films of the Thirties, including King Kong and Bride of Frankenstein, had previously utilized the theremin, capitalizing on its mysterious low howl and moan, and subtle underscoring value.) Hoffman, being the only thereminist listed in LA, was Rozsa's man by default. The rest, as a film buff may know, is history. After the Oscar-winning Spellbound arrangement, Hoffman worked on over twenty film scores, including 1945's The Lost Weekend, 1951's The Day the Earth Stood Still, and 1956's The Ten Commandments. A connoisseur of these or any other film scores from the period must own Hoffman's set, reissued here for the first time. Movie: The Arrival

"A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or else what's Heaven for?"Robert Browning Movie: Kind Hearts and Coronets

"Kind Hearts are more than Coronets and simple faith than Norman blood."Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Pulp Fiction [Ezekiel 25:17 among others] Jules: The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee. Jules: Wanna know what I'm buyin' Ringo? Pumpkin: What? Jules: Your life. I'm givin' you that money so I don't hafta kill your ass. You read the Bible? Pumpkin: Not regularly. Jules: There's a passage I got memorized. Ezekiel 25:17. "The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the inequities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of the darkness. For he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know I am the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon you." I been sayin' that shit for years. And if you ever heard it, it meant your ass. I never really questioned what it meant. I thought it was just a cold-blooded thing to say to a motherfucker before you popped a cap in his ass. But I saw some shit this mornin' made me think twice. Now I'm thinkin': it could mean you're the evil man. And I'm the righteous man. And Mr. 9mm here, he's the shepherd protecting my righteous ass in the valley of darkness. Or it could be you're the righteous man and I'm the shepherd and it's the world that's evil and selfish. I'd like that. But that shit ain't the truth. The truth is you're the weak. And I'm the tyranny of evil men. But I'm tryin', Ringo. I'm tryin' real hard to be a shepherd.