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IMAngeleen
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imang...@aol.com (IMAngeleen) wrote:
> Just want the lyrics.
>
The lyrics include:
> Don't worry about the future. Or
> worry, but know that worrying is
> as effective as trying to solve
> an algebra equation by chewing
> bubble gum.
Then Jesus said to his disciples:"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about
your life, what you will eat; or about your body, what you will wear. Life is
more than food, and the body more than clothes....Who of you by worrying can
add a single hour to his life? Since you cannot do this very little thing,
why do you worry about the rest? --Luke 12:22-23,25-26
David Buckna
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Wear sunscreen.
If I could offer you only one tip
for the future, sunscreen would
be it. The long-term benefits of
sunscreen have been proved by
scientists, whereas the rest of
my advice has no basis more
reliable than my own meandering
experience. I will dispense this
advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of
your youth. Oh, never mind. You
will not understand the power and
beauty of your youth until
they've faded. But trust me, in
20 years, you'll look back at
photos of yourself and recall in
a way you can't grasp now how
much possibility lay before you
and how fabulous you really
looked. You are not as fat as you
imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or
worry, but know that worrying is
as effective as trying to solve
an algebra equation by chewing
bubble gum. The real troubles in
your life are apt to be things
that never crossed your worried
mind, the kind that blindside you
at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that
scares you.
Sing.
Don't be reckless with other
people's hearts. Don't put up
with people who are reckless with
yours.
Floss.
Don't waste your time on
jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead,
sometimes you're behind. The race
is long and, in the end, it's
only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive.
Forget the insults. If you
succeed in doing this, tell me
how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw
away your old bank statements.
Stretch.
Don't feel guilty if you don't
know what you want to do with
your life. The most interesting
people I know didn't know at 22
what they wanted to do with their
lives. Some of the most
interesting 40-year-olds I know
still don't.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to
your knees. You'll miss them when
they're gone.
Maybe you'll marry, maybe you
won't. Maybe you'll have
children, maybe you won't. Maybe
you'll divorce at 40, maybe
you'll dance the funky chicken on
your 75th wedding anniversary.
Whatever you do, don't
congratulate yourself too much,
or berate yourself either. Your
choices are half chance. So are
everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way
you can. Don't be afraid of it or
of what other people think of it.
It's the greatest instrument
you'll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere
to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you
don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines.
They will only make you feel
ugly.
Get to know your parents. You
never know when they'll be gone
for good. Be nice to your
siblings. They're your best link
to your past and the people most
likely to stick with you in the
future.
Understand that friends come and
go, but with a precious few you
should hold on. Work hard to
bridge the gaps in geography and
lifestyle, because the older you
get, the more you need the people
who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but
leave before it makes you hard.
Live in Northern California once,
but leave before it makes you
soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable
truths: Prices will rise.
Politicians will philander. You,
too, will get old. And when you
do, you'll fantasize that when
you were young, prices were
reasonable, politicians were
noble and children respected
their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don't expect anyone else to
support you. Maybe you have a
trust fund. Maybe you'll have a
wealthy spouse. But you never
know when either one might run
out.
Don't mess too much with your
hair or by the time you're 40 it
will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy,
but be patient with those who
supply it. Advice is a form of
nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way
of fishing the past from the
disposal, wiping it off, painting
over the ugly parts and recycling
it for more than it's worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
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pil
by the river..?
pil
about a g i joe, in vietnam, helped mystriosly by a huge guy, who
appears later to be dead long b 4....
was an 80s song (84)
big marine name camal flazh..
Blastmaster
pil wrote:
> a 60s song, about 2 indiens, little white dove and hunting bare, meeting
> by the river..?
Johnny Preston
Running Bear
On the banks of the river stood Running Bear, young Indian brave.
On the other side of the river stood his lovely Indian maid.
Little White dove was her name, such a lovely sight to see.
But their tribes fought with each other, so their love could never
be.
Running bear loved Little White Dove with a love big as the sky.
Running bear loved Little White Dove with a love that couldn't die.
He couldn't swim the raging river, 'cause the river was too wide.
He couldn't reach little White dove waitin' on the other side.
In the moonlight he could see her throwing kisses across the waves.
Her little heart was beating faster, waiting there for her brave.
Running Bear loved Little White Dove...
Running Bear dove in the water, Little White Dove did the same.
And they swam out to each other, through the swirling stream they
came.
As their hands touched and their lips met, the raging river pulled
them down.
Now they'll always be together, in that happy hunting ground.
Running Bear loved Little White Dove...(etc)
Erin Wilson
Camouflage
I was a PFC on a search patrol huntin' Charlie down
It was in the jungle wars of '65
My weapon jammed and I got stuck way out and all alone
And I could hear the enemy movin' in close outside
Just then I heard a twig snap and i grabbed my empty gun
And I dug in scared while I counted down my fate
And then a big marine, a ginat with a pair of friendly eyes
Appeared there at my shoulder and said wait
When he came in close beside me he said,
"Don't worry, son, I'm here,
If Charlie wants to tangle now he'll have two to dodge."
I said, "Well thanks a lot."
I told him my name and asked him his
And he said, "The boys jsut call me Camouflage."
Whoa Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camoufalge
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
We fought all night and side by side we took our battle stance
and I wondered how the bullets missed this man
'Cause they seemed to go right through him
As if he wasn't there
And in the mornin' we both took a chance and ran
And it was near the river bank when the ambush came on top of us
And I'd thought it ws the end and we were had
Then a bullet with my name on it came buzzin' through a bush
And that big marine he just swat it with his hand
Whoa Camouflage
Things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage
Was I awfully glad to see this big marine
And I knew therre was something weird about him
'Cause when I turned around he was pullin' a big palm tree
Rit up out of the ground
And swattin' those Charlies with it from here to Kingdom Come
When he led me out of danger
I saw my camp and waved goodbye
But he just winked at me fromhe jungle and then was gone
And when I got back to my HQ, I told 'em about my night
And the battle I'd spent with a big marine named Camouflage
When I said his name a soldier gulped
And a medic took my arm
And led me to a green tent on the right
He said, "You may be tellin' the truth boy,
But this here is Camouflage,
And he's been right here since he passed away last night."
But before he went he said, "Semper Fi,"
And said his only whish
Was to save a young marine caught in a barrage
So here, take his dog tag son,
I know he'd want you to have it now."
And we both said a prayer for a big marine named Camouflage
Whoa Camouflage
things are never quite the way they seem
Whoa Camouflage
I was awfully glad to see this big marine
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imang...@aol.com (IMAngeleen) wrote:
> Just want the lyrics.
>
http://www.star987.com/SUNSCREEN.html
Here they are