There seems to be a great misconception about life,
Some believe we can live with less strife.
There seems to be a great debate,
Making something out of nothing for heaven sake.
Talk, talk, talk, that's all self absorbed people do,
Me, me , me that's all they see.
If you make a mistake that they would not make,
For heavens sake you're a sinner.
But wait, there is more to the lore,
When I die I will still be alive.
They will be lost in thought of believing a lie.
What is worse for you?
Is there a middle ground, without strife?
Es scheint ein großes Missverständnis über das Leben sein,
Einige glauben, können wir mit weniger Streit leben.
Es scheint eine große Debatte,
Machen etwas aus dem Nichts für den Himmel willen.
Reden, reden, reden, das ist alles, selbst absorbiert Menschen zu tun,
Me, me, me, das ist alles, was sie sehen.
Wenn Sie einen Fehler machen, dass sie nicht machen würde,
Um Himmels willen deine Sünder.
Aber halt, es gibt noch mehr auf die Überlieferung,
Wenn ich sterbe will ich noch leben.
Sie werden in Gedanken zu glauben, eine Lüge verloren.
Was ist schlimmer für Sie?
Gibt es einen Mittelweg, ohne Streit?
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Saturday, June 18, 2011
New England Sports
O what a decade, for the mighty and true.
Rid yourself of your ego and see the truth.
How can we say our dedication means someting?
Look at the results for the world to see,
A single area of the most winningest sports teams in US history.
There is no more to say, we own the nation today.
Rid yourself of your ego and see the truth.
How can we say our dedication means someting?
Look at the results for the world to see,
A single area of the most winningest sports teams in US history.
There is no more to say, we own the nation today.
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
The french version of Ode to My Grand'Mere: She was from Montreal.
Ode to My Grand'Mere
Elle était grand à 5'1 ", les yeux pleins de soleil.
Elle a donné et donne autant qu'elle pouvait,
Nous avons tous compris, sa vérité, sa résistance au mensonge.
Obstiné à la dernière et triomphant dans ses jours,
Elle nous a fait à l'aise, malgré les moyens de son fils.
Elle marcha et cuits et me sourit, je n'avais que trois.
Un cookie ou traiter après chaque jouer à l'extérieur, mon oh mon.
Pour comparer à elle, c'est de voir que vous soyez,
Pour la connaître comme je l'ai fait, c'est dans mon sang, dans mon esprit.
Bon et généreux, toujours à la recherche s'il vous plaît,
Pourtant, stable et forte volonté et l'esprit.
Elle n'a jamais cessé de se soucier de ce qui en fait le droit,
Elle a toujours protégé les enfants la nuit.
Jusqu'à début »le matin de prendre la parole avec joie,
Rechercher sur sa famille et voir,
À quel point elle aime tous nous.
Que votre âme repose en paix mon grand 'peine.
Nous nous souvenons de toi avec joie et passer votre volonté à la majorité.
Voir.
Ode to My Grand'Mere
Ode to My Grand’Mere
She stood tall at 5’1”, her eyes full of the sun.
She gave and gave as much as she could,
We all understood, her truth, her resilience to lies.
Stubborn to the last and triumphant in her days,
She made us comfortable, despite her son’s ways.
She walked and cooked and smiled at me, I was only three.
A cookie or treat after every play outside, my oh my.
To look up to her is to see being you,
To know her as I did is in my blood, in my rhyme.
Kind and generous, always looking to please,
Yet steady and strong in will and mind.
She never stopped worrying about making it right,
She always protected the children at night.
Up early in the morn’ to rise with glee,
Look upon her family and see,
Just how much she loves all of we.
May your soul rest in Peace my grand ‘mere.
We remember thee with glee,
And pass your will on to the many.
And pass your will on to the many.
See.
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Brus'in Hockey
They bash, they crash,
To put the puck in.
For the Cup, the glory
No sorry's, no mercy.
Unless your a Canuoock,
Trying to make a muck.
The play is fast and the worriers true,
When will will win foes?
Only the best will their will,
And become the holders,
Only the Triumphant Go,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum...
To put the puck in.
For the Cup, the glory
No sorry's, no mercy.
Unless your a Canuoock,
Trying to make a muck.
The play is fast and the worriers true,
When will will win foes?
Only the best will their will,
And become the holders,
Only the Triumphant Go,
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum...
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