You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low Looking out for the place to go Where they play the right music, getting in the swing You come in to look for a king Anybody could be that guy Night is young and the music’s high With a bit of rock music, everything is fine You’re in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on Leave them burning and then you’re gone Looking out for another, anyone will do You’re in the mood for a dance And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes Will you join in our crusade Who will be strong and stand with me Beyond the barricade Is there a world you long to see Then join in the fight That will give you the right to be free Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes Will you give all you can give So that our banner may advance Some will fall and some will live Will you stand up and take your chance The blood of the martyrs Will water the meadows of France Do you hear the people sing Singing the song of angry men It is the music of a people Who will not be slaves again When the beating of your heart Echoes the beating of the drums There is a life about to start When tomorrow comes
Coesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi: Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu: Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.
O fuge Iabrochium, sanguis meus! Ille recurvis Unguibus, estque avidis dentibus ille minax. Ububae fuge cautus avis vim, gnate! Neque unquam Faedarpax contra te frumiosus eat!
Vorpali gladio iuvenis succingitur: hostis Manxumus ad medium quaeritur usque diem: Imanque via fesso sed plurima mente prementi, Timtumie frondis suaserat umbra moram.
Consilia interdum stetit egnia mente revolvens: At gravis in densa fronde susuffrus erat, Spiculaque ex oculis iacientis flammea, tulscam Per silvam venit burbur Iabrochii!
Vorpali, semel atque iterum collectus in ictum Persnicuit gladio persnacuitque puer: Deinde glaumphatus, spernens informe cadaver, Horrendum monstri rettulit ipse caput.
Victor Iabbrochii, spoliis insignis opimis Rursus in amplexus, o radiose, meos! O frabiose dies! CALLO clamatque CALLA! Vix potuit laetus chorticulare pater.
Coesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi: Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu: Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.
13 Comments:
You mean that this isn't real?
It SEEMS real. I don't know... I think it might be real. You say it's not, but I think it is...
Heh-heh. I think since this blog isn't REAL, then there should be no problem if I post lengthy song lyrics here. Yes... an excellent plan.
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for the place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king
Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music’s high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
You’re a teaser, you turn ’em on
Leave them burning and then you’re gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You’re in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance...
You are the dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat from the tambourine
You can dance, you can jive, having the time of your life
See that girl, watch that scene, dig in the dancing queen
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you join in our crusade
Who will be strong and stand with me
Beyond the barricade
Is there a world you long to see
Then join in the fight
That will give you the right to be free
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Will you give all you can give
So that our banner may advance
Some will fall and some will live
Will you stand up and take your chance
The blood of the martyrs
Will water the meadows of France
Do you hear the people sing
Singing the song of angry men
It is the music of a people
Who will not be slaves again
When the beating of your heart
Echoes the beating of the drums
There is a life about to start
When tomorrow comes
Coesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum
Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi:
Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu:
Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.
O fuge Iabrochium, sanguis meus! Ille recurvis
Unguibus, estque avidis dentibus ille minax.
Ububae fuge cautus avis vim, gnate! Neque unquam
Faedarpax contra te frumiosus eat!
Vorpali gladio iuvenis succingitur: hostis
Manxumus ad medium quaeritur usque diem:
Imanque via fesso sed plurima mente prementi,
Timtumie frondis suaserat umbra moram.
Consilia interdum stetit egnia mente revolvens:
At gravis in densa fronde susuffrus erat,
Spiculaque ex oculis iacientis flammea, tulscam
Per silvam venit burbur Iabrochii!
Vorpali, semel atque iterum collectus in ictum
Persnicuit gladio persnacuitque puer:
Deinde glaumphatus, spernens informe cadaver,
Horrendum monstri rettulit ipse caput.
Victor Iabbrochii, spoliis insignis opimis
Rursus in amplexus, o radiose, meos!
O frabiose dies! CALLO clamatque CALLA!
Vix potuit laetus chorticulare pater.
Coesper erat: tunc lubriciles altravia circum
Urgebant gyros gimbiculosque tophi:
Moestenui visae borogovides ire meatu:
Et profugi gemitus exgrabuere rathae.
I also see no reason why I shouldn't type the alphabet.
ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOPQRSTUVWXYZ
Similarly, there is no reason not to type the alphbet backwards.
ZYXWVUTSRQPONMLKJIHGFEDCBA
Dancing queen, young and sweet, only seventeen, please don't drink and dance, it's not France, oh, it's not France, dancing queen, dancing queen.
This thing has been taken over by Jurries!
It CANNOT be real!
We conquer all we see. Bow before us, insignificant mortals!
I'm still watching this brog. Are you? If so, why? If not, why? Explain in at least three pages, using facts and figures to support your position.
just wondering... were you bonked on the head by a book of poetry, latin, or otherwise?
janna, I mean.
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