Last Mango In Paris I've Learned The Little Boy and The Old Man Loves Me Like a Rock Macintosh & The Y2K Me and Bobby McGee Mercedes Benz Moondance

Morningside Mr. Tanner My Antonia On The Turning Away Phenomenal Woman Proverbs of the 20th Century Picasso Quotes Quiet

"For all the living legends I've had the pleasure to know. There's still so much to be done."

I went down to Captain Tony's
To get out of the heat
Then I heard a voice call out to me
"Son come have a seat"
I had to search my memory
As I looked into those eyes
Our lives change like the weather
But a legend never dies

Chorus:
He said I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I had a third world girl in Buzios
With a pistol in each hand
She always kept me covered
As we moved from land to land

I had a damn good run on Wall Street
With my high fashion model wife
I woke up dry beneath the African sky
Just me and my Swiss Army knife

Chorus:
I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

We shot the breeze for hours
As the sun fell from the sky
And like the sun he disappeared
Before my very eyes

It was somewhere past dark-thirty
And I went back to the head
I read upon the dingy wall
The words the old man said:

I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

I ate the last mango in Paris
Took the last plane out of Saigon
Took the first fast boat to China
And Jimmy there's still so much to be done

That's why we wander and follow La Vie Dansante

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I've learned that you can't hide a piece of broccoli in a glass of milk. Age 6

I've learned that I like my teacher because she cries when we sing "Silent Night." Age 7

I've learned that when I wave to people in the country, they stop what they are doing and wave back. Age 9

I've learned that just when I get my room the way I like it, Mom makes me clean it up. Age 12

I've learned that if you want to cheer yourself up, you should try cheering someone else up. Age 13

I've learned that although it's hard to admit it, I'm secretly glad my parents are strict with me. Age 15

I've learned that silent company is often more healing than words of advice. Age 24

I've learned that brushing my child's hair is one of life's great pleasures. Age 25

I've learned that wherever I go, the worlds worst drivers have followed me there. Age 29

I've learned...that if someone says something unkind about me, I must live so that no one will believe it. Age 39

I've learned that there are people who love you dearly but just don't know how to show it. Age 41

I've learned that you can make someone's day by simply sending them a little card. Age 44

I've learned that the greater a person's sense of guilt, the greater his need to cast blame on others. Age 45

I've learned that children and grandparents are natural allies. Age 46

I've learned that singing "Amazing Grace" can lift my spirits for hours. Age 49

I've learned that motel mattresses are better on the side away from the phone. Age 50

I've learned that you can tell a lot about a man by the way he handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. Age 52

I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you miss them terribly after they die. Age 53

I've learned that making a living is not the same thing as making a life. Age 58

I've learned that if you want to do something positive for your children, try to improve your marriage. Age 61

I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. Age 62

I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catchers mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back. Age 64

I've learned that if you pursue happiness, it will elude you. But if you focus on your family, the needs of others, your work, meeting new people, and doing the very best you can, happiness will find you. Age 65

I've learned that whenever I decide something with kindness, I usually make the right decision. Age 66

I've learned that everyone can use a prayer. Age 72

I've learned that it pays to believe in miracles. And to tell the truth, I've seen several. Age 73

I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. Age 82

I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love that human touch-holding hands, a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. Age 85

I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. Age 95

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Said the little boy, "Sometimes I drop my spoon."
Said the old man, "I do that too."
The little boy whispered, "I wet my pants."
"I do that too," laughed the little old man.
Said the little boy, "I often cry."
The old man nodded, "So do I."
"But worst of all," said the boy, "it seems
Grown-ups don't pay attention to me."
And he felt the warmth of a wrinkled old hand.
"I know what you mean," said the little old man.

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When I was a little boy (when I was just a boy).
And the Devil would call my name (when I was just a boy).
I'd say "now who do ... (who)
who do you think you're fooling?" (when I was just a boy.)
I'm a consecrated boy (when I was just a boy)
singer in a Sunday choir.

Chorus:
Oh, my mama loves, she loves me.
She gets down on her knees and hugs me.
She loves me like a rock.
She rock me like the rock of ages and loves me.
she love me, love me, love me, love me.

When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man).
And the Devil would call my name (grown to be a man).
I'd say "now who do ... (who...)
who do you think you're fooling?" (grown to be a man)
I'm a happily married man (grown to be a man)
when I can snatch a little sanity.

Chorus

And if I was the President (was the President),
the minute the Congress call my name (was the President)
I'd say "who do . . . (who)
Who do you think you're fooling?" (who do you think you're foolin')
I've got the Presidential Seal (of the President)
I'm up on the Presidential Podium.

Chorus

loves me like a rock
loves me like a rock
loves me like a rock
loves me like a rock
loves me like the rock of ages

loves me like a rock
loves me like a rock
loves me like the rock of ages

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"Macintosh, we might not get everything right, but at least we knew the century was going to end."
-- Douglas Adams on the Y2K problem

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Busted flat in Baton Rouge, waiting for a train
And I's feeling nearly as faded as my jeans
Bobby thumbed a desiel down, just before it rained
That rode us all the way to New Orleans

I pulled my harpoon and in my dirty red bandana
I was playing soft while Bobby sang the blues
Windsheild wipers slappin' time
I was holding Bobby's hand in mine
And we sang every song that driver knew

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing don't mean nothing honey, if it ain't free
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
You know, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

From the Kentucky coal mines, to the California sun
Yeah, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul
Through all kinds of weather through everything we done
Yeah Bobby, baby, kept me from the cold

One day near Salinas, Lord, I let him slip away
He's looking for that home, and I hope he finds it
But I'd trade all of my tomorrows for one single yesterday
To be holding Bobby's body next to mine

Freedom's just another word for nothing left to lose
Nothing, and that's all that Bobby left me
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when he sang the blues
Hey, feeling good was good enough for me
Good enough for me and my Bobby McGee

La da da...

Now, when I called him my lover, called him my man
I said I called him my lover and did the best I can, come on
And that Bobby, lo, and that Bobby McGee, yeah

Lo da lo da lo...
Hey, hey, hey, Bobby McGee

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Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends.
So oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

Oh lord won't you buy me a color TV.
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me.
I wait for delivery each day until 3.
So oh lord won't you buy me a color TV.

Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town.
I'm counting on you lord, please don't let me down.
Prove that you love me and buy the next round.
Oh lord won't you buy me a night on the town.

Oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz
My friends all drive porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends.
So oh lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz

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Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

Well I wanna make love to you tonight
I can't wait till the morning has come
And I know now the time is just right
And straight into my arms you will run
And when you come my heart will be waiting
To make sure that you're never alone
There and then all my dreams will come true dear
There and then I will make you my own
And every time I touch you, you just tremble inside
And I know how much you want me that, you can't hide...

Can I just have one a' more moondance with you, my love?
Can I just make some more romance with a' you, my love?

Well it's a marvelous night for a moondance
With the stars up above in your eyes
A fantabulous night to make romance
'Neath the cover of October skies
And all the leaves on the trees are falling
To the sound of the breezes that blow
And I'm trying to please to the calling
Of your heart-strings that play soft and low
You know the night's magic
Seems to whisper and hush
And all the soft moonlight
Seems to shine in your blush...

One more moondance with you
In the moonlight
On a magic night
la, la, la, la, there's a moonlight
On a magic night
Can't I just have one more dance
With you my love?

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Morningside, the old man died.
And no one cried, they simply turned away.
And when he died,
He left a table filled with nails and pride.
And with his hands he carved these words inside:
"For my children"

Morning light, morning bright.
I spent the night with dreams that make you weep.
Morning time,
Wash away the sadness from these eyes of mine,
For I recall the words an old man signed:
"For my children"

And the legs were shaped with his hands,
And the table made with oaken wood.
And the children that sat around this table,
Touched it with their laughter, and that was good.

Morningside, the old man died.
And no one cried, he surely died alone.
And truth is sad,
For not a child would claim the gift he had.
The words he carved became his epitaph......
"For my children"

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Mr. Tanner was a cleaner from a town in the Midwest. Of all the cleaning shops around, he'd made his the best. He also was a baritone who sang while hanging clothes. He practiced scales while pressing tails and sang at local shows.

His friends and neighbors praised the voice that poured out from his throat. They said that he should use his gift instead of cleaning coats.

But music was his life, it was not his livelihood and it made him feel so happy, and it made him feel so good. He sang from his heart, and he sang from his soul. He did not know how well he sang, it just made him whole.

His friends kept working on him to try music out full time, a big debut and rave reviews, a great career to climb.

Finally, they got to him; he would take the fling. A concert agent in New York agreed to have him sing. There were plane tickets, phone calls, money spent to rent the hall. It took most of his savings, but he'd gladly use them all.

The evening came, he took the stage, his face set in a smile. In the half filled hall the critics sat watching on the aisle. The concert was a blur to him, spatters of applause. He did not know how well he'd sung, he only heard the flaws. But, the critics were concise, it only took four lines, and no one could accuse them of being over-kind.

"Mr. Martin Tanner, baritone, of Dayton, Ohio, made his town hall debut last night. He came well prepared, but unfortunately, his presentation was not up to contemporary professional standards. His voice lacks the range of tonal color necessary to make it consistently interesting. Full time consideration of another endeavor might be in order."

He came home to Dayton and was questioned by his friends. But, he smiled and just said nothing and he never sang again -- excepting very late at night when the shop was dark and close, he sang softly to himself as he sorted through the clothes.

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He said "Oh my love, Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and palest of skin
Tonight I am going from Santa Maria
Wait for me till I'm in your arms once again"

She held me, she kissed me, begged me not to leave her
To cross on the mountain my fortune to win
But a letter now tells me she died of a fever
I'll never see her in this world again

You are my sorrow, you are my splendor
You are my shelter through storm and through strife
You are the one I will always remember
All of the days of my life

I curse the ambition that took me far from her
For a treasure not ever so fine or so fair
As the flash of her smile or the touch of her fingers
The fire in her heart and the smell of her hair

She left me a note that cried "Do not weep for me
Behold you are with me as sure as the stars
That rise in the evening to shine down upon me
Behold I am with you wherever you are"

I can still hear him, he calls to me only
What once was begotten shall come to no end
But the road is so long and the nights are so lonely
My soul just to hold him in this world again

You are my sorrow, you are my splendor
You are my shelter through storm and through strife
You are the one I will always remember
All of the days of my life

Oh my love, Oh my Antonia
You with the dark eyes and palest of skin
How could I know that night in Santa Maria
I'd never see you in this world again

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On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

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Pretty women wonder where my secret lies
I'm not cute or built to suit a model's fashion size
But when I start to tell them
They think I'm telling lies.
     I say
     It's in the reach of my arms
     The span of my hips
     The stride of my steps
     The curl of my lips.
     I'm a woman
     Phenomenally
     Phenomenal woman
     That's me.
          I walk into a room
          Just as cool as you please
          And to a man
          The fellows stand or
          Fall down on their knees
          Then they swarm around me
          A hive of honey bees.
          I say
          It's the fire in my eyes
          And the flash of my teeth
          The swing of my waist
          And the joy in my feet.
          I'm a woman
          Phenomenally
          Phenomenal woman
          That's me.
               Men themselves have wondered
               What they see in me
               They try so much
               But they can't touch
               My inner mystery.
               When I try to show them
               They say they still can't see.
               I say
               It's in the arch of my back
               The sun of my smile
               The ride of my breasts
               The grace of my style.
               I'm a woman
               Phenomenally
               Phenomenal woman
               That's me.
                   Now you understand
                   Just why my head's not bowed
                   I don't shout or jump about
                   Or have to talk real loud
                   When you see me passing
                   It ought to make you proud.
                   I say
                   It's in the click of my heels
                   The bend of my hair
                   The palm of my hand
                   The need for my care.
                   'Cause I'm a woman
                   Phenomenally
                   Phenomenal woman
                   That's me.

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1. Home is where you hang your @
2. The email of the species is more deadly than the mail.
3. A journey of a thousand sites begins with a single click.
4. You can't teach a new mouse old clicks.
5. Great groups from little icons grow.
6. Speak softly and carry a cellular phone.
7. C:\ is the root of all directories.
8. Don't put all your hypes in one home page.
9. Pentium wise; pen and paper foolish.
10. The modem is the message.
11. Too many clicks spoil the browse.
12. The geek shall inherit the earth.
13. A chat has nine lives.
14. Don't byte off more than you can view.
15. Fax is stranger than fiction.
16. What boots up must come down.
17. Windows will never cease.
18. In Gates we trust (and our tender is legal).
19. Virtual reality is its own reward.
20. Modulation in all things.
21. A user and his leisure time are soon parted.
22. There's no place like http://www.home.com
23. Know what to expect before you connect.
24. Oh, what a tangled web site we weave when first we practice.
25. Speed thrills.
26. Give a man (or for that matter anyone) a fish and you feed him for a day; teach him to use the Net and he won't bother you for weeks.

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Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.

Action is the foundational key to all success.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Colors, like features, follow the changes of the emotions.

When you come right down to it all you have is yourself. The sun is a thousand rays in your belly. All the rest is nothing.

I am always doing that which I cannot do, in order that I may learn how to do it.

I begin with an idea and then it becomes something else.

I'd like to live as a poor man with lots of money.

It takes a long time to become young.

Only put off until tomorrow what you are willing to die having left undone.

Painting is just another way of keeping a diary

To draw you must close your eyes and sing.

Inspiration does exist, but it must find you working.

Every act of creation is first of all an act of destruction.

I paint objects as I think them, not as I see them.

Nothing is worse than a brilliant beginning.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

I don't own any of my own paintings because a Picasso original costs several thousand dollars -- it's a luxury I can't afford.

I do not seek. I find.

Everyone wants to understand painting. Why is there no attempt to understand the song of the birds?

Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.

Good taste is the enemy of creativity.

The important thing is to create. Nothing else matters; creation is all.

When I was a child, my mother said to me, 'If you become a soldier you'll be a general. If you become a monk you'll end up as the pope.' Instead I became a painter and wound up as Picasso.

Art is the elimination of the unnecessary.

You have to have an idea of what you are going to do, but it should be a vague idea.

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I am heading for a time of quiet
when my restlessness is past
and I can lie down on my blanket
and release my fists at last.

I am heading for a time of solitude
of peace without illusions
when the perfect circle
marries all beginnings and conclusions.

And when they say
that you're not good enough
well the answer is you're not.
But who are they
or what is it
that eats at what you've got
with the hunger of ambition
for the change inside the purse.
They are handcuffs of the soul, my friends
handcuffs on the soul
and worse.

I am heading for a place of quiet
where the sage and sweetgrass grow
by a lake of sacred water
from the mountain's melted snow.