tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54019322011-04-21T22:21:22.211ZKorka.Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1081275838279692092004-04-06T18:23:00.000Z2004-04-06T18:27:38.280Z1. INTROITUS
Requiem
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Te decet hymnus. Deus, in Sion, et tibi reddetur votum in Jerusalem
exaudi orationem meam, ad te omnis caro veniet.
Requiem aeternam dona eis, Domine, et lux perpetua luceat eis.
Eternal rest grant them, O Lord: and let perpetual light shine upon them:
A hymn becometh Thee, O God, in Sion: and a vow shall Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1064769819968693112003-09-28T17:23:00.000Z2003-09-28T17:25:56.946ZC Dm7 G7
No one to talk with, all by myself.
C C7 F Fm
No one to walk with but I'm happy on the shelf.
C Am7
Ain't misbehavin',
Dm7 G7 C E7 A7 D9 G7 G7+5
I'm saving my love for you.
C Dm7 G7
I know for certain the one I love.
CRagnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1064052306855123012003-09-20T10:05:00.000Z2003-09-28T17:27:37.056ZFitter, happier, more productive,
comfortable,
not drinking too much,
regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week),
getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries,
at ease,
eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats),
a patient better driver,
a safer car (baby smiling in back seat),
sleeping well (no bad dreams),
no paranoia,
careful to all animals (never washingRagnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1063107259523741112003-09-09T11:34:00.000Z2003-09-09T11:34:19.440ZWoman is the nigger of the world
Yes she is...think about it
Woman is the nigger of the world
Think about it...do something about it
We make her paint her face and dance
If she won't be a slave, we say that she don't love us
If she's real, we say she's trying to be a man
While putting her down, we pretend that she's above us
Woman is the nigger of the world...yes she is
If you don't believe Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1061498406197512052003-08-21T20:40:00.000Z2003-08-21T20:40:06.096ZHljóðnar nú haustblær húsið við rótt.
Dvelur við dyrnar drungaleg nótt.
Fljúga þá fuglar flestir sinn veg,
kvakandi kvíðnir kvöldljóðin treg.
Svífur burt sumar sólar í lönd,
kveður létt kossi klettótta strönd,
ljósu frá landi leysir sitt band,
byltist þung bára bláan við sand.
Breiðir svo húmið hljóðlátan væng,
milt eins og móðir mjúkri hjá sæng.
Fjúka um foldu fölnandi blóm,
hlýða á haustsins Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1060212571637731482003-08-06T23:29:00.000Z2003-08-06T23:29:31.563ZPRÓLÓG
Tvær stórar ættir jafnar að fé og frægð,
er forðum deildu með sér Verónuborg
nú deila hvor við aðra af engri vægð
svo úthellist þeirra blóð um fögur torg.
En jafnvel slíkar ættir eignast börn
og illu heilli kviknar með þeim ást
sem dregur þeirra líf í dauðans kvörn;
við dánarfregn þá sættir feðra nást.
Saga sú af dauðadæmdri þrá
og deilum foreldra um auð og völd
sem á dánarbeði barna Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1060212008480389092003-08-06T23:20:00.000Z2003-08-06T23:20:08.450ZPROLOGUE.
Two households, both alike in dignity,
In fair Verona, where we lay our scene,
From ancient grudge break to new mutiny,
Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean.
From forth the fatal loins of these two foes
A pair of star-cross´d lovers take their life:
Whose misadventur´d piteous overthrows
Do with their death bury their parents´s strife.
The fearful passage of their Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-1056826509863977522003-06-28T18:55:00.000Z2003-06-28T18:56:58.310ZFor Zoe, happy birthday:
Grace Marks she was a serving maid,
Her age was sixteen years,
McDermott was the stable hand,
They worked at Thomas Kinner´s.
Now Thomas Kinnear was a gentleman,
And a life of ease led he,
And he did love his housekeeper,
Called Nancy Montgomery.
O Nancy dear, do not despair,
To town I now must go,
To bring some money home for you,
From the Bank in Toronto.
O Nancy´sRagnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-958780252003-06-20T23:20:00.000Z2003-06-20T23:20:35.876ZHappiness is a warm gun
Happiness is a warm gun
When I hold you in my arms
And I feel my finger on your trigger
I know no one can do me no harm
Because happiness is a warm gun
-Yes it is.
Lennon/McCartney
Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-958772172003-06-20T22:42:00.000Z2003-06-20T22:42:52.060ZJimi Hendrix, rock guitarist, started his musical career at an early age on the viola according to leaflet in "Jimi Hendrix: The Ultimate Collection."
Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-958771912003-06-20T22:41:00.000Z2003-06-20T22:41:31.063Z"As the greatest expert and judge of harmony, he liked best to play the viola, with appropriate loudness and softness."
- C.P.E. Bach on J.S. Bach
Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-958681262003-06-20T16:53:00.000Z2003-06-20T16:53:22.426Z(Your Time is up.)
Are you hungry?
Are you sick?
Are you begging for a break?
Are you sweet?
Are you fresh?
Are you strung up by the wrists?
(Fois-gras style)
We want the young blood.
Are you fracturing?
Are you torn at the seams?
Would you do anything?
Flea-bitten? Motheaten?
We suck young blood.
Won't let the creeping ivy
Won't let the nervous bury me
Our veins are thin
Our rivers Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5401932.post-950581472003-05-30T00:50:00.000Z2003-05-30T00:50:24.156ZI jumped in the river and what did I see?
black-eyed angels swam with me
a moon full of stars and astral cars
and all the figures I used to see
all my lovers were there with me
all my past and futures
and we all went to heaven in a little row boat
There was nothing to fear and nothing to doubt
T.E.Y.
Ragnhei�http://www.blogger.com/profile/08680379484733611987noreply@blogger.com