ESL learning in enriched out-of-the-classroom settings interlinking students with other students' learning activities and a variety of multi-media resources
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Katie Melua
"Spider's Web" If a black man is racist, is it okay? When it's the white man's racism that made him that way, Because the bully's the victim they say, By some sense they're all the same. Because the line between, Wrong and right, Is the width of a thread, From a spider's web. The piano keys are black and white, But they sound like a million colours in your mind. I could tell you to go to war, Or I could march for peace and fighting no more, How do I know which is right, And I hope he does when he sends you to fight. Because the line between wrong and right, Is the width of a thread from a spider's web, The piano keys are black and white, But they sound like a million colours in your mind. Should we act on a blame? Or should we chase the moments away? Should we live? Should we give? Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time. Because the line between wrong and right, Is the width of a thread from a spider's web, The piano keys are black and white, But they sound like a million colours in your mind. The piano keys are black and white, But they sound like a million colours in your mind,
just ain't the same, always unchanged New days are strange, is the world insane If love and peace is so strong Why are there pieces of love that don't belong Nations droppin' bombs Chemical gasses fillin' lungs of little ones With ongoin' sufferin' as the youth die young So ask yourself is the lovin' really gone So I could ask myself really what is goin' wrong In this world that we livin' in people keep on givin' in Makin' wrong decisions, only visions of them dividends Not respectin' each other, deny thy brother A war is goin' on but the reason's undercover The truth is kept secret, it's swept under the rug If you never know truth then you never know love Where's the love, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the truth, y'all, come on (I don't know) Where's the love, y'all
People killin', people dyin' Children hurt and you hear them cryin' Can you practice what you preach And would you turn the other cheek
I feel the weight of the world on my shoulder As I'm gettin' older, y'all, people gets colder Most of us only care about money makin' Selfishness got us followin' our wrong direction Wrong information always shown by the media Negative images is the main criteria Infecting the young minds faster than bacteria Kids wanna act like what they see in the cinema Yo', whatever happened to the values of humanity Whatever happened to the fairness in equality Instead of spreading love we're spreading animosity Lack of understanding, leading lives away from unity That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' under That's the reason why sometimes I'm feelin' down There's no wonder why sometimes I'm feelin' under Gotta keep my faith alive till love is found Now ask yourself
Thursday night, every thing's fine, except you've got that look in your eye when I'm tellin' a story and you find it boring, you're thinking of something to say. You'll go along with it then drop it and humiliate me in front of our friends.
Then I'll use that voice that you find annoyin' and say something like "yeah, intelligent input, darlin', why don't you just have another beer then?"
Then you'll call me a bitch and everyone we're with will be embarrassed, and I wont give a shit.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't.
You said I must eat so many lemons 'cause i am so bitter. I said "I'd rather be with your friends mate 'cause they are much fitter."
Yes, it was childish and you got aggressive, and I must admit that I was a bit scared, but it gives me thrills to wind you up.
My finger tips are holding on to the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't.
Your face is pasty 'cause you've gone and got so wasted, what a surprise. Don't want to look at your face 'cause it's makin' me sick. You've gone and got sick on my trainers, I only got these yesterday. Oh, my gosh, I cannot be bothered with this.
Well, I'll leave you there 'till the mornin', and I purposely wont turn the heating on and dear God, I hope I'm not stuck with this one.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation, and I know that I should let go, but I can't. And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't.
And every time we fight I know it's not right, every time that you're upset and I smile. I know I should forget, but I can't.
before coming to catalonia i was in chicago, just before that i lived beside a dormant volcano in colombia, before that my father's father's father came to america because his family was starving in corboy, a townsland in central ireland ......this playlist is dedicted to him
THINK OF AN OBJECT and i will guess it with 20 QUESTIONS
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