Both players and watchers,. No-one knows the rules. That's what makes the game so great. "just get out there. And slug your opponent!". That's what makes the game so great.
But how do kings and presidents, prime ministers and generals, and company chairmen sleep at night?. How do they shut their eyes when they turn out the lights?.
The bowler's running in, the batsman lights a fag. He keeps a packet handy and it's lodged inside his pad. Because it's written in his contract that after every over.
And the company director spins the globe. Looks into on Atlas of the world. A supermarket lifestyle for as all. A thousand nations under company control.
Chapt nine, Armagodman. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures. He leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul. He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness. For his name's sake, yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for thou art with me, thy rod and thy staff, they confort me..
i know i made many mistakes. i know i have not sorry. you have a right to think i'm a fake. i would love to make merry. if i could go back in the time.
Words to describe Nicaragua of old. Cash crops and hunger and US control. Coffee and sugar on company land. Made to supply what the boss would demand.
Goodbye to the summer, sold down the river. Unhappy ever after, well, did you ever. Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny?. Same old joke and it's not funny.
Goodbye to the summer, sold down the river. Unhappy ever after, well, did you ever. Did you ever reach for the glued-down penny?. Same old joke and it's not funny.
In '36 the world's teams. Played up, played up, and played the game. Runners, jumpers, footballers. All sieg-heilling the fuhrer. Not so the black americans.
It was my senior year. I just turned eighteen. I was a friday night hero, with division one dreams. I had an offer on the table. A four year ride. 'Til that fourth and two and twenty four dive.
She was pacing back and forth on her front porch. I pulled up slinging gravel in my Daddy's Ford. She cried all the way to Johnson's store. I kept the motor running and parked by the door.
Welcome to Never Mind The Ballots. The phone lines are now open. If you'd like to put a question to the candidates the number to ring is oh five three two seven seven nine six four three.
These boots have counted off many a band. Playing one night roadhouse stands. For tips in empty rooms. These boots have stood toe-to-toe. with the biggest baddest joes.
Only fools would race down Grist Mill Road. Let alone in angry weather. That what I tell everyone I know. Now that I know better. That's a lesson I wish I woulda learned.
And so in the tradition of Manfred the Great. The people built the glorious vision in his name. Great Britain they called it, a land for heroes. A land where no one was starving, a paradise, a garden of Eden.
Lord I lift your name on high,. Lord I love to sing your praises,. I'm so glad you're in my life,. I'm so glad you came to save us,. . You came from heaven to earth, to show the way..
I was fifteen when my daddy's old man. Caught me half way through my first beer. He laughed so hard when my face turned green. He said "You come from a long line of sinners like me".
Sitting on the shelf when someone called my number. With a template in one hand, scissors in the other. 'What lump of clay is this?' Said the king maker to me.