19 December 2012

Now when I was a baby, Mama named me after the great Civil War hero General Nathan Bedford Forrest. She said we was related to him in some way. What he did was he started up this club called the Ku Klux Klan. They'd all dress up in their robes and their bed sheets and act like a bunch of ghosts or spooks or something'. They'd even put bed sheets on their horses and ride around. And anyway, that's how I got my name, Forrest Gump. Mama said the Forrest part was to remind me that sometimes we all do things that, well, just don't make no sense...

 

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16 December 2012
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03 December 2012

when you're down on the ground, everything looks hard.. it's like you're fighting windmills.. the guy who believes that, he sees limits.. but the dreamer, he's the kinda guy who believes that two balls fit into the hoop..

 

 

this will help you get accustomed to some basic basketball terms, and what follows is a prelude to the overture entitled 'basketball'..

 

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There must be some kind of way out of here
Said the joker to the thief
There's too much confusion
I can't get no relief
Businessmen they drink my wine
Plowmen dig my earth
No one will level on the line
Nobody of it is worth

No reason to get excited
The thief he kindly spoke
There are many here among us
Who feel that life is but a joke
But you and I we've been through that
And this is not our fate
So let us not talk falsely now
The hour's getting late

All along the watchtower
Princes kept the view
While all the women came and went
Barefoot servants too
Outside in the cold distance
A wild cat did growl
Two riders were approaching
And the wind began to howl...

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27 November 2012

 

You don't know how you took it
You just know what you got
Oh Lordy you've been stealing
From the thieves and you got caught
In the headlights
Of a stretch car
You're a star...

Dressing like your sister
Living like a tart
They don't know what you're doing
Babe, it must be art
You're a headache
In a suitcase
You're a star...

Oh no, don't be shy
You don't have to go blind
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me...

You don't know how you got here
You just know you want out
Believing in yourself
Almost as much as you doubt
You're a big smash
You wear it like a rash
Star...

Oh no, don't be shy
There's a crowd to cry
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me...

They want you to be Jesus
They'll go down on one knee
But they'll want their money back
If you're alive at thirty-three
And you're turning tricks
With your crucifix
You're a star...

(Oh child)

Of course you're not shy
You don't have to deny love
Hold me, thrill me, kiss me, kill me...

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