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Rihanna..."I love the way you lie part 2"
http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xfifgt_rihanna-ft-eminem-love-the-way-you-lie-part2-with-lyrics_music |
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One White Duck -Jethro Tull
http://youtu.be/4Fcj5QVmihc There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. So fly away Peter and fly away Paul from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion. |
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One White Duck -Jethro Tull http://youtu.be/4Fcj5QVmihc There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. So fly away Peter and fly away Paul from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion. 
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Im a big kid now-Huggies
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Im your boogie man-KC and the Sunshine Band
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Aint no bugs on me-Hartz Flea Collars
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One White Duck -Jethro Tull http://youtu.be/4Fcj5QVmihc There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a tray. And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, as I pull on my old wings one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft and low. There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall. Isn't it just too damn real? one white duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. one duck on your wall. So fly away Peter and fly away Paul from the finger-tip ledge of contentment. The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- if I'm so patently unrewarding. But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all. There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. I'm available for consultation, But remember your way in is also my way out, and love's four-letter word is no compensation. Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on skates so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion.
A traditional wall ornament in northern England is/was a set of three porcelain flying ducks, each smaller than the last. They tend to signify a well-established, settled household. If only one remains, "one white duck on your wall", the suggestion is that the household or marriage is has broken up; hence this song. Whether the white duck is the only duck left, or the pale outline where a duck has been removed from the wall, is something to consider. 
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Edited by
RowBaby
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Mon 06/20/11 11:35 AM
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Radio Schizoid - Electric Universe - Peak
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Principles of Flight - Charon the Ferryman
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L'appuntamento - Orella Vanoni
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uRgVeGjlCXs |
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Digital Tribe - Feel The Vibe
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