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Celebration - Kool & the Gang
Yahoo! This is your celebration!
Yahoo! This is your celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
Celebrate good times, come on! (Let's celebrate)
There's a party goin' on right here,
A celebration to last throughout the years.
So bring your good times, and your laughter too,
We're gonna celebrate your party with you.
Come on now!
Celebration! Let's all celebrate and have a good time.
Celebration! We're gonna celebrate and have a good time.
It's time to come together,
It's up to you, what's your pleasure?
Everyone around the world, come on!
Yahoo! It's a celebration!
Yahoo! Celebrate good times, come on!
It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate!
We're gonna have a good time tonight,
Let's celebrate, it's all right.
We're gonna have a good time tonight,
Let's celebrate, it's all right.
Baby...
Ce-le-bra-tion!
We're gonna have a good time tonight
Let's celebrate, it's all right.
Ce-le-bra-tion!
We're gonna have a good time tonight,
Let's celebrate, it's all right!
Yahoo!
Yahoo!
Celebrate good times, come on! Let's celebrate!
Celebrate good times, come on! It's a celebration!
Celebrate good times, come on! Let's celebrate!
(ad lib)
Come on and celebrate, good times, tonight...
Celebrate good times, come on!
'Cause everything's gonna be all right...
Let's celebrate!
Celebrate good times, come on!
Let's celebrate!
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Constitution - Cool Tone & The Gang
E - U! It's your Constitution!
E - U! It's your Constitution!
Corrupt mega-state! Come on!
Let's haemorrhage cash! Come on!
Labour does not want to see or hear,
What the electorate made only too clear.
Come on, agree to hand over to Schroeder and to Chirac,
Sorry, electorate - there ain't no way back!
Come on! Collaborate!
Amalgamation!
Let's create a big Belgo-Gallic-Teutonic state!
Cede to one ethnological agglomeration!
Governed by Belgian bootboys - I can't wait!
It's time to merge together,
No more to Great Britain sovereignty, ever.
Everybody, each sign away! Come on!
More committees and litigation...
- Sign here on the dotted line, I'll be on the T.E.E. gravy train.
Boost the other greedy, receiving nations,
Lose subsidies...billions go down the drain!
(They're all at it, believe you me!)
Conglomeration!
All toe the line! Obey! Capitulate!
Get to be a great big Neo-nation!
Else be categorically obsolete! Integrate!
Choose me! Elect me too! Elect me to be Euro President!
A real melee! Mega egos! Hot air! Lame rhetoric! Legalese babble!
Arse-to-elbow blather! Sheer bloody cobblers!
Good-to-eat creamy garlic-breath cheese! Eat Greasy amphibian legs!
Bittersweet chocolate! Mellow Edam cheese! Delectable
beetroot-red sweet cabbage! Cremated lamb! Higher-alcohol beer!
Legal bordellos? Oh, cool! Let's agree to go Dutch!
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Below is a Shakespeare sonnet anagrammed
into a loose paraphrase poem, but there is also an unusual constraint.
William Shakespeare's Sonnet 19
Devouring Time blunt thou the lion's paws,
And make the earth devour her own sweet brood,
Pluck the keen teeth from the fierce tiger's jaws,
And burn the long-lived phoenix, in her blood,
Make glad and sorry seasons as thou fleet'st,
And do whate'er thou wilt swift-footed Time
To the wide world and all her fading sweets:
But I forbid thee one most heinous crime,
O carve not with thy hours my love's fair brow,
Nor draw no lines there with thine antique pen,
Him in thy course untainted do allow,
For beauty's pattern to succeeding men.
Yet do thy worst old Time: despite thy wrong,
My love shall in my verse ever live young.
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How Age Is Now But Vanished
Damn stubborn years! Ah, melt the weighted glaciers,
And let in waters to the empty wells;
Do Oxlips in, as colour leaves void Nature,
And end bird's tweets that rang like tiny bells;
Evoke Woe, and her vying kin Hope cover,
Hand men their bliss and take them through Hell, too;
But team no hints of age on my new lover,
And if you do - as I instruct, undo,
For these corrode my worthy kindred spirit,
Therefore these tempt one quite unsound ordeal...
Yet - ah, sweet thing! - the Form won't finish wearied:
While it would not be match for Tempus' wheels,
They won't cause Love to jade, omit no lure,
For in my *words* there's view of her, still pure.
Each and every line in the anagram contains
an anagrammed title of a Shakespearean creation. Find all 14!
The answer is HERE (in a new window)
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