Make You Feel My Love

[pic] www.woodstockproject.com Here is the tracklist and source list for my Woodstock set. Bear in mind that I have edited together stage announcements and performances from various sources to give the most complete "build" of this material currently possible. Multiple sources have varying sound qualities, varying levels of hiss ect. I have chosen not to de-hiss much of the material as my personal preference is "purist" and because of the extremely variant opinions about hiss reduction techniques

Just to keep you from me She get’s you on like (ahh!) Be careful amigo She talks in the morning just to wake you up She’s tied to your love But your love’s only mine, boy Sigo tranquila Like I’m on a beach in Anguilla Sippin’ on Corona Like it’s nothin’ goin’ on I ain’t leavin’ you alone Texting other girls Whats it gonna take just to keep them off [Refrain] And I’m crazy, but you like it (loca, loca, loca) You like that it ain’t easy (loca, loca, loca) I’m crazy but you like it (loca

(Gaëtane) Présentateur : Hi you, how are you ? 50 Cent (Antoine) : Fine, thanks. Happy to be here with all of you ! Présentateur : So, 50 Cent. You are here to show us your last song, let's enjoy it ! CANDY SHOP (Gaëtane) Présentateur : Congratulations ! This song is a hudge succes ! 50 Cent : Thank you, I want to thanks my public, that's because of them I can be here now ! Présentateur : I can imagine what you feel.. Can you explain us the story ? Why did you made this song ? What represents

Paroles de Walk The Line Get Rhythm : Hey get rhythm when you get the blues C'mon get rhythm when you get the blues Get a rock and roll feelin' in your bones Get taps on your toes and get gone Get rhythm when you get the blues A little shoeshine boy he never gets lowdown But he's got the dirtiest job in town Bendin' low at the people's feet On a windy corner of a dirty street Well I asked him while he shined my shoes How'd he keep from gettin' the blues He grinned as he raised

Finished, it's finished, nearly finished, it must be nearly finished. (Pause) Grain upon grain, one by one, and one day, suddenly, there's a heap, a little heap, the impossible heap. (Pause.) I can't be punished any more. (Pause.) I'll go now to my kitchen, ten feet by ten feet by ten feet, and wait for him to whistle me. (Pause.) Nice dimensions, nice proportions, I'll lean on the table, and look at the wall, and wait for him to whistle me. (He remains a moment motionless, then goes out. He comes

Debi, my continuity mavens; Toni L. P. Kelner and Dana Cameron, whose gentle comments after their first reading keep me from committing many an error; Paula Woldan, whose help and friendship keep me going; Lisa Desimini, the cover artist; Jodi Rosoff, my wonderful publicist; Ginjer Buchanan, my long-suffering editor; and my Mod Squad: Michele, Victoria, Kerri, MariCarmen, and Lindsay (current), and Debi, Beverly, and Katie (retired). MARCH THE FIRST WEEK “I feel bad that I’m leaving you like this

don't belong living in darkness, to hide alone You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me I know a time has gonna take it's toll we have to pay for the love we stole It's a sin and we know it's wrong Oh, our love keeps going on strong Steal away to the dark end of the street You and me They gonna find us, they gonna find us They gonna find us love someday You and me, at the dark end of the street You and me When the daylight all goes around And by

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this tumult in a vestal's veins? Why rove my thoughts beyond this last retreat? Why feels my heart its long-forgotten heat? Yet, yet I love! — From Abelard it came, And Eloisa yet must kiss the name. Dear fatal name! rest ever unreveal'd, Nor pass these lips in holy silence seal'd. Hide it, my heart, within that close disguise, Where mix'd with God's, his lov'd idea lies: O write it not, my hand — the name appears Already written — wash it out, my tears! In vain lost Eloisa weeps and prays

When my science teacher assigned a research paper on a scientist of our choice, I wasn’t thrilled. I had no one in mind for the month-long project. I sat at the keyboard in the school library, looking for inspiration. Finally, I started a search for “women scientists.” I found a hit with a quote from Al Gore, calling the mystery person “an outstanding role model for women scientists across America.” Who was she? The late Dr. Nancy Foster, former Assistant Administrator for Oceanic Services