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Wad some power the giftie gie us
To see oursels as others see us.
-- R. Browning
|Linux Songs Poems: 632 of 719|
Wake now my merry lads! Wake and hear me calling!
Warm now be heart and limb! The cold stone is fallen;
Dark door is standing wide; dead hand is broken.
Night under Night is flown, and the Gate is open!
-- J. R. R. Tolkien
|Linux Songs Poems: 633 of 719|
Wake up all you citizens, hear your country's call,
Not to arms and violence, But peace for one and all.
Crush out hate and prejudice, fear and greed and sin,
Help bring back her dignity, restore her faith again.
Work hard for a common cause, don't let our country fall.
Make her proud and strong again, democracy for all.
Yes, make our country strong again, keep our flag unfurled.
Make our country well again, respected by the world.
Make her whole and beautiful, work from sun to sun.
Stand tall and labor side by side, because there's so much to be done.
Yes, make her whole and beautiful, united strong and free,
Wake up, all you citizens, It's up to you and me.
-- Pansy Myers Schroeder
|Linux Songs Poems: 634 of 719|
Wanna tell you all a story 'bout a man named Jed,
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
But then one day he was shootin' at some food,
When up through the ground come a bubblin' crude -- oil, that is;
black gold; 'Texas tea' ...
Well the next thing ya know, old Jed's a millionaire.
The kinfolk said, 'Jed, move away from there!'
They said, 'Californy is the place ya oughta be',
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly -- Hills, that is;
swimmin' pools; movie stars.
|Linux Songs Poems: 635 of 719|
Was there a time when dancers with their fiddles
In children's circuses could stay their troubles?
There was a time they could cry over books,
But time has set its maggot on their track.
Under the arc of the sky they are unsafe.
What's never known is safest in this life.
Under the skysigns they who have no arms
Have cleanest hands, and, as the heartless ghost
Alone's unhurt, so the blind man sees best.
-- Dylan Thomas, "Was There A Time"
|Linux Songs Poems: 636 of 719|
Watching girls go passing by
It ain't the latest thing
I'm just standing in a doorway
I'm just trying to make some sense
Out of these girls passing by A smile relieves the heart that grieves
The tales they tell of men Remember what I said
I'm not waiting on a lady I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend I'm just waiting on a friend
Don't need a whore
Don't need no booze
Don't need a virgin priest Ooh, making love and breaking hearts
But I need someone I can cry to It is a game for youth
I need someone to protect But I'm not waiting on a lady
I'm just waiting on a friend
I'm just waiting on a friend
-- Rolling Stones, "Waiting on a Friend"
|Linux Songs Poems: 637 of 719|
We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control.
-- Pink Floyd
|Linux Songs Poems: 638 of 719|
We don't need no indirection We don't need no compilation
We don't need no flow control We don't need no load control
No data typing or declarations No link edit for external bindings
Hey! did you leave the lists alone? Hey! did you leave that source alone?
Oh No. It's just a pure LISP function call.
We don't need no side-effecting We don't need no allocation
We don't need no flow control We don't need no special-nodes
No global variables for execution No dark bit-flipping for debugging
Hey! did you leave the args alone? Hey! did you leave those bits alone?
-- "Another Glitch in the Call", a la Pink Floyd
|Linux Songs Poems: 639 of 719|
We gotta get out of this place,
If it's the last thing we ever do.
-- The Animals
|Linux Songs Poems: 640 of 719|
we will invent new lullabies, new songs, new acts of love,
we will cry over things we used to laugh &
our new wisdom will bring tears to eyes of gentle
creatures from other planets who were afraid of us till then &
in the end a summer with wild winds &
new friends will be.