525,600 minutes - Seasons of Love

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Seasons Of Love Lyrics

COMPANY
525,600 minutes, 525,000 moments so dear.
525,600 minutes - how do you measure, measure a year?
In daylights, in sunsets, in midnights, in cups of coffee.
In inches, in miles, in laughter, in strife.
In 525,600 minutes - how do you measure a year in the life?
How about love? How about love? How about love? Measure in love.
Seasons of love.

SOLOIST 1
525,600 minutes! 525,000 journeys to plan.
525,600 minutes - how can you measure the life of a woman or man?

SOLOIST 2
In truths that she learned, or in times that he cried.
In bridges he burned, or the way that she died.

COMPANY
It's time now to sing out,
tho the story never ends let's celebrate remember a year in the life of friends.
Remember the love!
Remember the love! Remember the love!
Measure in love.
Seasons of love! Seasons of love.

A Time to be Thankful♦

Like a Rolling Stone

Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You thought they were all kiddin' you
You used to laugh about
Everybody that was hangin' out
Now you don't talk so loud
Now you don't seem so proud
About having to be scrounging for your next meal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be without a home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You've gone to the finest school all right, Miss Lonely
But you know you only used to get juiced in it
And nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street
And now you find out you're gonna have to get used to it
You said you'd never compromise
With the mystery tramp, but now you realize
He's not selling any alibis
As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes
And ask him do you want to make a deal?

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

You never turned around to see the frowns on the jugglers and the clowns
When they all come down and did tricks for you
You never understood that it ain't no good
You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you
You used to ride on the chrome horse with your diplomat
Who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat
Ain't it hard when you discover that
He really wasn't where it's at
After he took from you everything he could steal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people
They're drinkin', thinkin' that they got it made
Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things
But you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it babe
You used to be so amused
At Napoleon in rags and the language that he used
Go to him now, he calls you, you can't refuse
When you got nothing, you got nothing to lose
You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

How does it feel
How does it feel
To be on your own
With no direction home
Like a complete unknown
Like a rolling stone?

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Spend some time during this holiday season reflecting on your many gifts, and cherish them. Take time to remember that others have not had it so easy, or do not have the same strong disposition to change the life that they lead. During your holiday spendings, take some time to visit your favorite charity and give. In Atlanta, visit Hosea Feed The Hungry or another food pantry in your area. The stores are expecting higher sales than last year so I know that you all can share just a bit more $$, even if you did also contribute to Hurricane Katrina charities.

Whether your faith finds you in a church, synagogue, or mosque, or just sitting at home in quiet reflection, always remember that you are ultimately a member of this thing we call the human race. We are all of the same common denominator, so donate, donate, donate. Just think if every person donated just 1% of their total expected Christmas givings, say the average family is spending 500$ (And I know that those new xbox packages are greater than that!), that would be just $5 donation, but multiplied by the approx 140million working adults, and you have 700million $$$! That is a lot of money to help feed, and gift, the homeless, and the poor.

Remember when you are spending that $600 on that special xbox 360 for your son or daughter, that there is a child out there who would be just as thrilled to receive a 10$ teddy bear from Walmart. Pick up a toy to drop in Toys For Tots. Pull out one of those donation slips at the grocery store register to donate to the local food pantry. Give, give, and give, and when you think you have given enough, give some more.

Thank you and have a great holiday celebration.

Insensitivity for Ratings?

Shame on the news. Now, I am not a huge fan of the news anyway because of their always slighted look at reality. For example, despite the fact that millions of Americans were donating money, thousands driving down to help, and countless other situations that were the positive results of good Americans following the devastating Hurrican Katrina, the news chose to focus on the negativity.

Now, they are giving a killer what he wanted, and killed for, notoriety. We are coming up on the 25th anniversary of what is one of the most heinous acts of all time. Yes, I know that "heinous" is a strong word, but the act deserves it. On December 8th, 1980, a deranged man killed one of the most talented musician and artist that ever lived. His words from Imagine mean as much today as when he wrote them some 34+ years ago. Each time I hear the song, I am brought to tears. (Needless to say, I have to turn it off when driving to work.) Yes, almost 25 years ago, John Lennon was murdered outside his own home. The pictures I see so often depicting the scene is that of his eyeglasses on the walk with blood on them.

I won't dignify or glorify the murdered by mentioning his name here. And, I had never realized that he was from Atlanta, so he has been all over the news of late. It turns my stomach! Seeing the look of his face brings almost the same disgust to me as that of a pedophile who touched the lives of my family many years ago. He had said that he did it for notoriety, or to that affect. And, for the last 20 some years, few have mentioned him. So why mark this 25th anniversary of Mr Lennon's death with interviews by this man? Why Atlanta? Why NBC? It angers me enough to want to boycott NBC. I encourage all of you to show that we do not accept this type of "entertainment" and not watch these interviews.

Let's instead take out our John Lennon songs and listen to them, and remember. I always thought that I should have been born 10 years earlier because I am more liberal, and free spirited, and could easily see myself, sans the drugs, as a flower child following John around the nation.

The Final Heartbreak

I had no choice but to hear you
You stated your case time and again
I thought about it


You treat me like I'm a princess
I'm not used to liking that
You ask how my day was


You've already won me over in spite of me
And don't be alarmed if I fall head over feet
Don't be surprised if I love you for all that you are
I couldn't help it
It's all your fault

How do you get over the final heartbreak...

When you find out that the love of your life has gotten married.
And you know that now, no matter what glimmer of hope you still held in that small part of you heart, there is no chance that you will ever be together again.

There were days when the sun was so cruel
That all the tears turned to dust
And I just knew my eyes were
Drying up forever


I finished crying in the instant that you left
And I can't remember where or when or how
And I banished every memory you and I had ever made



But when you touch me like this
And you hold me like that
I just have to admit
That it's all coming back to me
When I touch you like this
And I hold you like that
It's so hard to believe but
It's all coming back to me

You never forget your songs...and you cry yourself to sleep.

How can you ever hear that song on the radio again. The one that he sent to you, or sang to you, or that played when you were loving each other. How do you ever hear that again without tears streaming to your face. How.