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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Sesame Street - Jazz Spies - Number 6 (1969)
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Sein-Imation: Pinky Toes Wild Ride
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Thursday, November 09, 2006
i should have known better
[+/-] mostrar/ocultar esta entrada I should have known better with a girl like youThat I would love everything that you do
And I do, hey hey hey, and I do
Whoa, whoa, I
never realized what I kiss could be
this could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see
That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me too
So, oh I never realized what I kiss could be
this could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see
That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me too
Whoa whoa I never realized what I kiss could be
this could only happen to me
Can't you see, can't you see
That when I tell you that I love you, oh
You're gonna say you love me too, hoo, hoo, hoo, oh
And when I ask you to be mine
You're gonna say you love me too
You love me too
you love me too
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Monday, November 06, 2006
Les Silhouettes
[+/-] mostrar/ocultar esta entrada The sea is flecked with bars of grey,The dull dead wind is out of tune,
And like a withered leaf the moon
Is blown across the stormy bay.
Etched clear upon the pallid sand
Lies the black boat: a sailor boy
Clambers aboard in careless joy
With laughing face and gleaming hand.
And overhead the curlews cry,
Where through the dusky upland grass
The young brown-throated reapers pass,
Like silhouettes against the sky.
Oscar Wilde
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Friday, November 03, 2006
Blowin' In The wind
[+/-] mostrar/ocultar esta entradaYes, and how many times must a man look up before he can see the sky? Yes, and how many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take till he knows that too many people have died? The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind, the answer is blowin' in the wind | Sí, ¿y cuántas veces tiene que mirar un hombre hacia arriba para poder ver el cielo? Sí, ¿y cuántos oídos tiene que tener un hombre para poder escuchar a la gente llorar? Sí, ¿y cuántas muertes tendrán lugar hasta que sepa que ha muerto demasiada gente? La respuesta, mi amigo, está soplando en el viento, la respuesta está soplando en el viento |


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