Well, the cool breeze came on Tuesday, And the corn's a bumper crop. Crazy rooster crowin' midnight. Balls of lightning roll along. Old men sing about their dreams. Women laugh and children scream, And the band keeps playin' on.
FIRST VILLAGER: (beginning to pick up the thread) If she ... weighs the same as a duck ... she's made of wood. BEDEVERE: And therefore? ALL: A witch! ... A duck! A duck! Fetch a duck. FOURTH VILLAGER: Here is a duck, Sir Bedevere. BEDEVERE: We shall use my largest scales.
BEDEVERE: Wait. Wait ... tell me, what also floats on water? ALL: Bread? No, no, no. Apples .... gravy ... very small rocks ... ARTHUR: A duck. [They all turn and look at ARTHUR. BEDEVERE looks up very impressed.] BEDEVERE: Exactly. So... logically ... FIRST VILLAGER: (beginning to pick up the
BEDEVERE: So how can we tell if she is made of wood? FIRST VILLAGER: Make a bridge out of her. BEDEVERE: Ah ... but can you not also make bridges out of stone? ALL: Ah. Yes, of course ... um ... err ... BEDEVERE: Does wood sink in water? ALL: No, no, It floats. Throw her in the pond. Tie weight
BEDEVERE: And what do you burn, apart from witches? FOURTH VILLAGER: ... Wood? BEDEVERE: So why do witches burn? SECOND VILLAGER: (pianissimo) ... Because they're made of wood...? BEDEVERE: Good. [PEASANTS stir uneasily then come round to this conclusion.] ALL: I see. Yes, of course.
BEDEVERE: Did you dress her up like this? FIRST VILLAGER: ... Um ... Yes ... no ... a bit ... yes... she has got a wart. BEDEVERE: Why do you think she is a witch? SECOND VILLAGER: She turned me into a newt. BEDEVERE: A newt?
WITCH: This is not my nose, It is a false one. [BEDEVERE takes her nose off.] BEDEVERE: Well? FIRST VILLAGER: ... Well, we did do the nose. BEDEVERE: The nose? FIRST VILLAGER: And the hat. But she is a witch. ALL: A witch, a witch, burn her!
[They bring her forward - a beautiful YOUNG GIRL (MISS ISLINGTON) dressed up as a witch.] WITCH: I am not a witch. I am not a witch. BEDEVERE: But you are dressed as one. WITCH: They dressed me up like this. ALL: We didn't, we didn't! WITCH: This is not my nose, It is a false one. [B
OLD WOMAN: We don't have a lord. ARTHUR: What? DENNIS: I told you, We're an anarcho-syndicalist commune, we take it in turns to act as a sort of executive officer for the week. ARTHUR: Yes. DENNIS: ... But all the decision of that officer ... ARTHUR: Yes, I see.
DENNIS: You're fooling yourself. We're living in a dictatorship, A self-perpetuating autocracy in which the working classes ... OLD WOMAN: There you are, bringing class into it again ... DENNIS: That's what it's all about ... If only -
OLD WOMAN: King of the WHO? ARTHUR: The Britons. OLD WOMAN: Who are the Britons? ARTHUR: All of us are ... we are all Britons. [DENNIS winks at the OLD WOMAN.] ... and I am your king .... OLD WOMAN: Ooooh! I didn't know we had a king. I thought we were an autonomous collective ...
SOLDIER: Halt! Who goes there? ARTHUR: It is I, Arthur, son of Uther Pendragon, from the castle of Camelot. King of all Britons, defeator of the Saxons, sovereign of all England! [Pause.] SOLDIER: Get away!
Who approaches the Bridge of Death must answer me these questions three, ere the other side he see. ROBIN Ask me the questions, bridge-keeper. I'm not afraid. KEEPER What is your name? ROBIN Sir Robin of Camelot. KEEPER What is your quest? ROBIN To seek the Holy Grail. KEEPER What is the capita
. In ancient times some believed that placing a coin (Charon's obol) in the mouth of the deceased would pay the toll for the ferry to cross the river, which would lead one to the entrance of the underworld. If someone could not pay the fee it was said that they would never be able to cross t
In Greek mythology, Styx (/stks/; Ancient Greek: [stks]) is a deity and a river that forms the boundary between Earth and the Underworld (the domain often called Hades, which also is the name of its ruler).
: I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!
I woke the witch with reverence reserved for serpents, snails, and slugs I pulled the witch from out the ditch and turned to face the furry thugs The sheep they smiled with teeth agleam The weapons in their hooves revolved I detected a prostatic ream I gulped and felt my loins dissolve!!!
Then reveling in mirror mask I soon was lost in foggy ditch Without a feather gray or white to tickle that piano witch Fearing that I must expose my worm to holographic haze My Clintonmeter error rose and spawned in her new mawkish ways
I dropped the buzzard in the sand and strode off slowly toward the town I needed dinner and a place where I could throw my weight around I detected faint axilla scent that put me off my appetite But mouflon warring where I went renewed in me a need to fight
Wherefore the more ye be helpen-.en and stayed, Stayed by a friend in the hour of toil, Sing the heretical song I have made-- His be the labour and yours be the spoil. Win by his aid and the aid disown-- He travels the fastest who travels alone!
One may fall but he falls by himself-- Falls by himself with himself to blame. One may attain and to him is pelf-- Loot of the city in Gold or Fame. Plunder of earth shall be all his own Who travels the fastest and travels alone.
White hands cling to the tightened rein, Slipping the spur from the booted heel, Tenderest voices cry " Turn again!" Red lips tarnish the scabbarded steel, High hopes faint on a warm hearth-stone-- He travels the fastest who travels alone.
What the moral? Who rides may read. When the night is thick and the tracks are blind A friend at a pinch is a friend, indeed, But a fool to wait for the laggard behind. Down to Gehenna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.
i saw some show where an india guy took in a westerner for a night or two stay. the indian guy lived in a room like a broom closet size and shat in a hole in the ground. i dont really think its that funny to poke humor at that misfortune.
The Ables and the Bakers and the Cs Able and Baker are the first two words in the military communication alphabet, used to make spelling more intelligible over radio communications devices. So they are literally "ABC's".
South of Market in the land of ruin You get all manner of action Tinsel tigers in The Metal Room Stalking satisfaction. They got 'em packaged up for love and money Tattooed tots and chrome spike bunnies Check my conscience at the DMZ And roll on in, gonna roll in it, honey
Even though I been a stranger, full of irony and spite Holding little but contempt for all things beautiful and bright, Something shines around you and it seems, to my delight To give me just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little sweetness... Just a little light.
Well, there ain't nobody safer than someone who doesn't care. And it isn't even lonely when no one's ever there. I had a lot of dreams once, but some of them came true, The honey's sometimes bitter when fortune falls on you.
[Verse 2] So I called up my head shrinker And I told him what I'd done He said you'd best go on a diet Yeah I hope you have some fun And a'don't go burst a bubble On the rich folks who get rude Cause you won't get in no trouble When you eats that kinda food
[Chorus] Eat the rich; there's only one thing they're good for Eat the rich; I take one bite now - come back for more Eat the rich; I gotta get this off my chest Eat the rich; I take one bite now, spit out the rest
'Cause I'm sick of your complainin' About how many bills And I'm sick of all your bitchin' 'Bout your poodles and your pills And I just can't see no humor About your way of life And I think I can do more for you With this here fork and knife Eat the rich There&apos
Confusion leads and anguish sells But this music succeeds where even language fails To convey free honest expression It’s a problem trying to get people to acknowledge progression My goal is to leave a lasting iconic impression
They’re mad at how you love, where your prayers are going Their anger’s like a drug, they’re mad at where you from But fuck a redneck checking if your visa’s valid They act like pigs and chickens I’m sick of Caesar salad
Media is teaching the young, debate about belief in the one Can make an eight-year soldier fall asleep with a gun While tax man's hands deep in your funds, reaping your ones Money tight like we tweaking the drums it’s like we speaking in tongues
I am, you are, we are one We’re two sides of the same coin, we drink from the sun We be the left hand, right hand, right man? But sometimes it seems like we’re speaking in tongues so let me speak on the drum
"When will they let us stop?” I checked the time and it was Six in the morning, and we were still rhyming We battled MC after MC, Battled MCs for days But they wouldn’t let us go, When we tried to leave the stage The manager said “You boys can never leave this tournament
And I'm feeling alright, this place is kind of cool man. I'm hoping tonight, nobody acts the fool and, Ruins this vibe that I've got going, Not knowing where I am, but this jam's growing man this spots blowing
It's time you sling the baskets off this overburdened horse Sink your toes into the ground and set a different course Cause if I were here and you were there I'd meet you in between And not until my dying day, confess what I have seen
She keeps Moet et Chandon In her pretty cabinet 'Let them eat cake' she says Just like Marie Antoinette A built-in remedy For Khrushchev and Kennedy At anytime an invitation You can't decline Caviar and cigarettes Well versed in etiquette Extraordinarily nice
They say that when your ship comes in the first man takes the sails The second takes the afterdeck The third the planks and rails What's the point to callin shots? This cue ain't straight in line Cueball's made of styrofoam, aint no one got the time.
Today I would like to give a thanks to my trollbox Gods for giving me another day above $1000 to chat. And to Apollo, God of music, arts, knowledge, healing, plague, prophecy, poetry, manly beauty, and archery. Thanks for the good tunes!
First live performance was in a show full of firsts: February 9, 1973 at Maples Pavilion, Stanford University. Other firsts in the show included "China Doll," "Here Comes Sunshine," "Loose Lucy," "They Love Each Other," "Row Jimmy," and "Wave Th
Wake up to find out that you are the eyes of the world The heart has it's beaches, it's homeland and thoughts of it's own Wake now, discover that you are the song that the morning brings But the heart has it's seasons, it's evenings and songs of it's own
Lost out at sea In watery grave The freedom ship With it's galley of slaves Whipped by the winds Gripped by the tide To bottom they spin (studio) To bottle they spin (live) In a spiral Everyone warned them Everyone told them
Let me ask you some questions -- Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness? Do you think that it could? I think you will find when your death takes its toll all the money you made will never buy back your soul.
America: Debtors Prison: Feb 23, 2016 - Debtors' Prison in 21st-Century America. For failing to pay parking tickets, court fees, and other petty municipal citations, black residents of Greater St. Louis are ending up behind bars.
[I find it as difficult] to understand a scientist who does not acknowledge the presence of a superior rationality behind the existence of the universe as it is to comprehend a theologian who would deny the advances of science.