My son ask for thyself another
Kingdom, for that which I leave
is too small for thee"
(King Philip of Macedonia - 339 B.C.)
Near to the east
In a part of ancient Greece
In an ancient land called Macedonia
Was born a son
To Philip of Macedon
The legend his name was Alexander
At the age of nineteen
He became the Macedon King
And he swore to free all of Asia Minor
By the Aegian Sea
In 334 B.C.
He utterly beat the armies of Persia
Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
Became a legend 'mongst mortal men
King Darius the third
Defeated fled Persia
The Scythians fell by the river Jaxartes
Then Egypt fell to the Macedon King as well
And he founded the city called Alexandria
By the Tigris river
He met King Darius again
And crushed him again in the battle of Arbela
Entering Babylon
And Susa, treasures he found
Took Persepolis the capital of Persia
Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
Became a God amongst mortal men
A Phrygian King had bound a chariot yoke
And Alexander cut the 'Gordian knot'
And legend said that who untied the knot
He would become the master of Asia
Hellenism he spread far and wide
The Macedonian learned mind
Their culture was a western way of life
He paved the way for Christianity
Marching on, marching on
The battle weary marching side by side
Alexander's army line by line
They wouldn't follow him to India
Tired of the combat, pain and the glory
Alexander the Great
His name struck fear into hearts of men
Alexander the Great
He died of fever in Babylon.
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall. We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round
I'd sail across the ocean I'd walk a hundred miles If I could make it to the end Oh just to see a smile You see it in their faces The sadness in their tears The desperation and the anger Madness and the fear No hope, no life, just pain and fear No food, no love, just greed is here Starvation and the hunger The suffering and the pain The agonies of all-out war When will it come again ? The struggle for the power A tyrant tries again Just what the hell is going on ? When will it ever end ? No hope, no life, just pain and fear No food, no love, just greed is here
The tough of the track With the wind And the rain that's beating down on Your back Your heart's beating loud And goes on getting louder And goes on even more 'til the Sound is ringing in your head With every step you tread And every breath you take Determination Makes you run never stop Got to win got to run 'til you drop Keep the pace hold the race Your mind is getting clearer You're over half way there But the miles they never seem to end As if you're in a dream Not getting anywhere It seems so futile Run on and on Run on and on
From the coast of gold, across the seven seas I'm travellin' on, far and wide But now it seems, I'm just a stranger to myself And all the things I sometimes do, it isn't me but someone else I close my eyes, and think of home Another city goes by in the night Ain't it funny how it is, you never miss it 'til it's gone away And my heart is lying there and will be 'til my dying day So understand Don't waste your time always searching for those wasted years Face up... make your stand And realise you're living in the golden years
Maybe one day I'll be an honest man Up till now I'm doing the best I can Long roads.Long days, of sunrise, to sunset Sunrise to sunset Dream on brothers while you can Dream on sisters I hope you will find the one All of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time Spend your days full of emptiness Spend your years full of loneliness Wasting love, in a desperate caress Rolling shadows of night Dream on brothers while you can Dream on sisters I hope you will find the one All of our lives, covered up quickly by the tides of time
let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
let them come a running, take all your money and flee
let them come a running, take all your money and hideaway
it was summer or maybe spring, i can't remember
it was summer or maybe spring, i can't recall
we found our hearts and stole them from our bodies
(we couldn't understand the Villain's call)
we'd often recall the beginnings
we'd often try in vain to change it all
we couldn't help but keep ourselves from sinning
in summer, in summer,
or maybe spring, or maybe spring, or maybe spring
Harry Truman, Doris Day, Red China, Johnnie Ray
South Pacific, Walter Winchell, Joe DiMaggio
Joe McCarthy, Richard Nixon, Studebaker, television
North Korea, South Korea, Marilyn Monroe
Rosenbergs, H-Bomb, Sugar Ray, Panmunjom
Brando, "The King and I", and "The Catcher in the Rye"
Eisenhower, vaccine, England's got a new queen
Marciano, Liberace, Santayana goodbye
We didn't start the fire
It was always burning
Since the world's been turning
We didn't start the fire
No we didn't light it
But we tried to fight it
Josef Stalin, Malenkov, Nasser and Prokofiev
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Superior and another inferior
Is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned
Everywhere is war, me say war
That until there is no longer first class
And second class citizens of any nation
Until the colour of a man’s skin
Is of no more significance than the colour of his eyes
Me say war
That until the basic human rights are equally
Guaranteed to all, without regard to race
Dis a war
That until that day
The dream of lasting peace, world citizenship
Rule of international morality
Will remain in but a fleeting illusion
Santa Claus, also known as Saint Nicholas, Father Christmas, Saint Basil, Kris Kringle or simply "Santa", is the legendary and mythical figure who, in many Western cultures, brings gifts to the homes of the good children during the late evening and overnight hours of Christmas Eve, December 24, or New Year's Eve or on his Feast Day, December 6 (Saint Nicholas Day). The legend may have part of its basis in hagiographical tales concerning the historical figure of gift giver Saint Nicholas, or Saint Basil depending on which country one refers to.
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If you want to tell people the truth, make them laugh, otherwise they'll kill you.
The scientists of today think deeply instead of clearly. One must be sane to think clearly, but one can think deeply and be quite insane.