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Wednesday, September 07, 2005
FUCK
ED for prelims. hmm maybe those might end up as my grades. (U for S paper) i hereby thank God that i was born a boy, and therefore my prelims don't matter as much in the long-run.
in the ABBA mood lately, mostly cos madonna's new song
hung up samples their
gimme gimme gimme, with its highstrung whistle-flutes that give a mountainous feel (?!). you can download some of the clips
here, she's all set to rule the charts again! oh gosh, why do i even bother posting that link when i know no one's gonna bother clicking it.
anyway, the song reminds me of this poem that edward de cruz went through about say, 4 years ago? hmm. i think Wordsworth would have been shocked out of his wits if the highland lass in question suddenly started cavorting about the wheat fields sluttily pining for him.
comparisons, below.
THE SOLITARY REAPER
by: William Wordsworth (1770-1850)BEHOLD her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.
No Nightingale did ever chaunt
More welcome notes to weary bands
Of travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian sands:
A voice so shrilling ne'er was heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.
Will no one tell me what she sings?--
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again?
Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;--
I listen'd, motionless and still;
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
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Gimme Gimme Gimme by: ABBAHalf past twelve
and I'm watchin' the late show
in my flat all alone
how I hate to spend
the evening on my own
autumn winds
blowin' outside the window
as I look around the room
and it makes me so
depressed to see the gloom
there's not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
A man after midnight
won't somebody help me chase the shadows away
Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!
A man after midnight
take me through the darkness
to the break of the day
Movie stars
find the end of the rainbow
with a fortune to win
it's so different from
the world I'm living in
tired of TV
I open the window
and I gaze into the night
but there's nothing there to see
no one in sight
there's not a soul out there
no one to hear my prayer
mike just took up your time at
12:27 am
th time!