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I Walk the Line
by Johnny Cash

I keep a close watch on this heart of mine,
I keep my eyes wide open all the time,
I keep the ends out for the tie that binds;
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.

I find it very, very easy to be true,
I find myself alone when each day is through,
Yes, I'll admit I'm a fool for you;
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.

As sure as night is dark and day is light,
I keep you on my mind both day and night,
And happiness I've known proves that it's right;
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.

You've got a way to keep me on your side,
You give me cause for love that I can't hide,
For you I know I'd even try to turn the tide;
Because you're mine,
I walk the line.

I've Crossed the Line (yuk, yuk, yuk)
by Governor Mark Sanford

I hike up the Appalachian Trail,
Detour up the Argentinian tail,
Take the day off, maybe two (risk jail);
Because she's fine,
I've crossed the line.

I'm a worthy husband, holy and true,
Yet, I humiliate my wife with taboo,
Anyway, I'll admit to a woman or two;
Because she's fine,
I've crossed the line.

(Hey, hey, hey)

I'm overworked, yet underpaid,
I keep a kinky woman to get me laid,
I'll even hook up with a naughty maid;
Because she's fine,
I've crossed the line.

To point out my genuine intention,
I need to keep your attention,
My good wife I'll guiltily mention;
Because she's fine,
I've crossed the line.

(Hey, hey, hey)

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I'm Henry the Eighth, I Am

(lyrics as performed by UK's Herman's Hermits;
originally composed by Fred Murray and Robert Patrick Weston)

I'm Henry the eighth I am,
Henry the eighth I am, I am.
I got married to the widow next door;
She's been married seven times before,
And every one was an Henry (Henry);
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam).
I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry,
Henry the eighth I am.

Second verse same as the first.

Chorus:
I'm Henry the eighth I am,
Henry the eighth I am, I am.
I got married to the widow next door;
She's been married seven times before,
And every one was an Henry (Henry);
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam).
I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry,
Henry the eighth I am.

-----lead guitar solo------

Chorus:
I'm Henry the eighth I am,
Henry the eighth I am, I am.
I got married to the widow next door;
She's been married seven times before,
And every one was an Henry (Henry);
She wouldn't have a Willy or a Sam (no Sam).
I'm her eighth old man, I'm Henry,
Henry the eighth I am.

H-E-N-R-Y
Henry (Henry)
Henry the eighth I am, I am,
Henry the eighth I am.
Yeah!

"Henery The Eighth" History-o-gram

(Hear ye: No heavyweight ode-o-gram or showy rhyme-o-gram here)

"I'm Henery The Eighth, I Am", first published in nineteen-hundred-ten, was the heydey theme of the music hall star, Harry Champion. It refers to Henry VIII, the yoyo remarrying King of England. Herman's Hermits' winning twist is that in their version Henry ties the matrimonial knot with the imaginary more yoyo remarrying widow.

The song was arranged, rehearsed, and headlined in tidy harmony by Herman's Hermits as seventh single, heard on air sometime in midsummer nineteen-sixty-five. It immediately became a mammoth runaway hit everywhere.

Handsome hairy honey, Peter Noone, had not remembered syllables he heard to the second verse, so he shrewdly ad-libbed "same as the first", whereby everyone thought he was extraordinarily clever (heh-heh-heh-heh).

Meanwhile, I remember the hairier immortal American showman Hendrix's heavy, hammering, hoodoo mayhem that high, high, HIGH summer. Huh man...oh... Hey man!

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Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne,
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.

Renowned author Tolkien intended to offer the novel "The Lord of the Rings" with "The Silmarillion" as a two-volume set. The longer tome was deferred, then enshrined in shorter books, forming the known honored trilogy.

From Middle-Earth's green hills, hero Frodo herded his band of mild-mannered kinfolk to harsh inner lands to end a ring's harm then and there.

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Therefore, my Harry,
Be it thy course to busy giddy minds
With foreign quarrels; that action, hence borne out,
May waste the memory of the former days.

Oh, why countrymen
Decry Obama's health reform; hinder it,
Is a curiosity, quite the mystery to me;
As they're no better off
After dodgy warmonger Bush.

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"Fear less, hope more;
Eat less, chew more;
Whine less, breathe more;
Talk less, say more;
Love more, and all good things will be yours"
--Swedish Proverb

Rules

For more light, do what's right;
Serve each one, blame none;
Work a while, always smile;
Sleep less, pray to bless;
Sheer boredom? Ever so seldom.

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A Sonnet Upon Sonnets
Robert Burns

Fourteen, a sonneteer thy praises sings;
What magic myst'ries in that number lie!
Your hen hath fourteen eggs beneath her wings
That fourteen chickens to the roost may fly.
Fourteen full pounds the jockey's stone must be;
His age fourteen - a horse's prime is past.
Fourteen long hours too oft the Bard must fast;
Fourteen bright bumpers - bliss he ne'er must see!
Before fourteen, a dozen yields the strife;
Before fourteen - e'en thirteen's strength is vain.
Fourteen good years - a woman gives us life;
Fourteen good men - we lose that life again.
What lucubrations can be more upon it?
Fourteen good measur'd verses make a sonnet.

At fourteen, horses no longer gave me joy;
At fourteen, I was obsessed with the neighbor's boy.
At fourteen, blemishes began to blossom.
At fourteen, I thought hamburgers were so awesome,
At fourteen, non-nurturing foodstuff, by any token!
At fourteen, I was shy, even less outspoken;
At fourteen, I spent summer sun months on shore.
At fourteen, I hungered, being hungry for much more.
At fourteen, I became chubby and shapeless;
At fourteen, it meant I felt pathetic, restless.
At fourteen, I met harsh scorn and sneers,
At fourteen, dressing in grungy clothes, unlike peers.
At fourteen, I deserved Mother's stress, strife;
At fourteen, I began to philosophize on life.

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Updated: May 10, 2016


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