Yemen seems in the grip of an almost feverish bout of mosque building.
I'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.
As I walk throughThis wicked worldSearchin' for light in the darkness of insanity,I ask myselfIs all hope lost?Is there only pain and hatred, and misery?And each time I feel like this inside,Theres one thing I wanna know:What's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, and Understanding?nick lowe
So where are the strongAnd who are the trusted?And where is the harmony?Sweet harmony —'cause each time I feel it slippin away, it just makes me wanna cry:What's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, and Understanding?nick lowe
I 'll make the fur Fly 'bout the ears of the old cur.
I was quite surprised to find out all the places that he knew And so I asked the townfolk if his stories were true They said Old John was born here, he's lived here all his life He's never had a woman, let alone a wife. And very soon you'll find out as you check around That no one named Corey's ever lived in this town So I chided the old man 'bout the truth that I had heard He smiled and said Reality is only just a word.harry chapin
As I walk through This wicked world Searchin' for light in the darkness of insanity, I ask myself Is all hope lost? Is there only pain and hatred, and misery? And each time I feel like this inside, There's one thing I wanna know: What's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, & Understanding?elvis costello
So hard to find my way, Now that I'm all on my own. I saw you just the other day, My how you have grown, Cast my memory back there, Lord Sometimes I'm overcome thinking 'bout Making love in the green grass Behind the stadium with you My brown eyed girl You my brown eyed girl.van morrison
I'm ready! How 'bout you?
What's so funny 'bout Peace, Love, and Understanding?
And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. Then to the well-trod stage anon, If Jonson's learned sock be on, Or sweetest Shakespeare, Fancy's child, Warble his native wood-notes wild, And ever, against eating cares, Lap me in soft Lydian airs, Married to immortal verse Such as the meeting soul may pierce, In notes with many a winding bout Of linked sweetness long drawn out.john milton
Nous désirons passionnément qu'il y ait une autre vie où nous serions pareils à ce que nous sommes ici-bas. Mais nous ne réfléchissons pas que, même sans attendre cette autre vie, dans celle-ci, au bout de quelques années, nous sommes infidèles à ce que nous avons été, à ce que nous voulions rester immortellement.Marcel Proust
La ligne, avec sa canne, est un long instrument, Dont le plus mince bout tient un petit reptile, Et dont l'autre est tenu par un grand imbecile.