we do not need your lies. Whoever is unfettered, no man can set him free. Nature is our mother, our altar on her bosom. The most sacred of ours dwell
great physique And Lord knows he ain't got the smarts Oh but look at that soul I tell you the whole Is a whole lot greater than The sum of his parts And
And then, if he did, Would it matter a bit? Not at all! Because it is writ: Our beige-blandish god Tends to certify it: "only the boring and
mad schemes of destruction Of our country fair and our sweet liberty By the mad dictators leaders of corruption Can't the US use a mountain boy like me God
.: That's our song. "Oh What A Night" "Se Souir el La". French. Number one in Paris 2000. How'd that happen? You ask four guys, you get four different versions, but this is
strike back Hey yo, it's like that, hey yo it's like that! Ar-my! Pharaohs! [Planetary:] It's the manifestation of rap greatness I determine my life around the sound of a piano
Have patience, Signora. CARLOTTA No-one will know if it is right or if it is wrong. No-one will care if it is right, or if it is wrong. CARLOTTA (mocking
performance tonight, monsieur? FIRMIN In our box. ANDRE Madame, who is the understudy for this role? REYER There is no understudy, monsieur - the production is
