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AKON – SORRY, BLAME IT ON ME
As life goes on I’m starting to learn more and more about responsibility
I realize everything I do is affecting the people around me
So I want to take this time out and apologize for things I have done
And things that have not occurred yet
And the things they don’t want to take responsibility for
I’m sorry for the times I left you home
I was on the road and you were alone
I’m sorry for the times that I had to go
I’m sorry for the fact that I did not know
That you were sitting home just wishing we
Could go back to when it was just you and me
I’m sorry for the times I would neglect
I’m sorry for the times I disrespect
I’m sorry for the wrong things that I’ve done
I’m sorry I’m not always there for my son
I’m sorry for the fact that I am not aware
That you can’t sleep at night when I am not there
Because I am in the streets like everyday
Sorry for the things that I did not say
Like how you are the best thing in my world
And how I am so proud to call you my girl
(Bridge)
I understand that there are some problems
And I am not too blind to know
All the pain you kept inside you
Even though you might not show
If I can apologize for being wrong
Then it’s just a shame on me
I’ll be the reason for your pain and you can put the blame on me
Chorus
You can put the blame on me (4x)
Said you can put the blame on me (3x)
You can put the blame on me
Sorry for the things that he put you through
And all the times you didn’t know what to do
Sorry that you had to go and sell those packs
Just trying to stay busy till you heard from Dad
And you would rather be home with all your kids
As one big family with love and bliss
And even though Pops treated us like kings
He got a second wife and you didn’t agree
He got up and left you there all alone
I’m sorry that you had to do it on your own
I’m sorry that I went and added to your grief
I’m sorry that your son was once a thief
I’m sorry that I grew up way too fast
I wish I would’ve listened and not be so bad
I’m sorry your life turned out this way
I’m sorry the FEDS came and took me away
(Bridge)
I’m sorry that it took so long to see
They were dead wrong trying to put it on me
I’m sorry that it took so long to speak
But I was on tour with Gwen Stefani
I’m sorry for the hand that she was dealt
For the embarrassment that she felt
Just a little young girl trying to have fun
Her daddy should never let her out that young
I’m sorry for Club Zen getting shut down
I hope they manage better next time around
How was I to know she was underage
Enter 21 you know the club they say
Why doesn’t anybody wanna take blame
For rising back out disgracing my name
I’m just a singer trying to entertain
Because I love my fans I’ll take that blame
Even though the blame’s on you (3x)
I’ll take that blame from you
And you can put that blame on me (2x)
You can put that blame on me
And you can put that blame on me

the box The Box lyrics Songwriters: Lascelles; Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye Around about the wondrous days of yore They came across a sort of box Bound up with chains and locked with locks And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, it's war" Decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore "Don't fiddle with this deadly box Or break the chains, or pick the locks And please, don't ever play about with war" Well, the children understood, children happen to be good They were just as good around the time of yore They didn't try to pick the locks Or break into that deadly box They never tried to play about with war Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither 'Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty In those wondrous days of yore Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow For opening up that deadly box of war But someone did, someone battered in the lid And spilled the insides out across the floor A sort of bouncy bumpy ball made up of guns and flags And all the tears and horror and the death that goes with war It bounced right out and went bashing all about And bumping into everything in store And what was sad and most unfair Is that it didn't really seem to care Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly It bumps them everyday and more and more And leaves them dead and burned and dying Thousands of them sick and crying 'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all All it takes is wisdom I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box And bind the chains and lock the locks No one seems to want to save the children anymore Well, that's the way it all appears 'Cause it's been bouncing 'round for years and years In spite of all the wisdom whizzed since those wondrous days of yore And the time they came across the box Bound up with chains and locked with locks And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, it's war"

the box                                                                           

The Box lyrics
Songwriters: Lascelles;

Once upon a time in the land of Hushabye
Around about the wondrous days of yore
They came across a sort of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, it's war"

Decree was issued round about all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on the fore
"Don't fiddle with this deadly box
Or break the chains, or pick the locks
And please, don't ever play about with war"

Well, the children understood, children happen to be good
They were just as good around the time of yore
They didn't try to pick the locks
Or break into that deadly box
They never tried to play about with war

Mommies didn't either, sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet and sweet and pretty
In those wondrous days of yore
Well, very much the same as now, not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of war

But someone did, someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the floor
A sort of bouncy bumpy ball made up of guns and flags

And all the tears and horror and the death that goes with war

It bounced right out and went bashing all about
And bumping into everything in store
And what was sad and most unfair
Is that it didn't really seem to care
Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for

It bumped the children mainly, and I'll tell you this quite plainly
It bumps them everyday and more and more
And leaves them dead and burned and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying
'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore

Now there's a way to stop the ball, it isn't difficult at all
All it takes is wisdom
I'm absolutely sure that we could get it back into the box
And bind the chains and lock the locks
No one seems to want to save the children anymore

Well, that's the way it all appears
'Cause it's been bouncing 'round for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom whizzed since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came across the box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled, "Kindly do not touch, it's war"

La scatola

La scatola
Una volta nella terra di Hushabye 
Mi sono imbattuto in una sorta di scatola 
Legata con catene e chiusa a chiave
Ed etichettata gentilmente non toccare, guerra

Fu emanato un Decreto vietato toccare
le mascotte colorata allegramente giocavano sulla scatola e sulle sue serrature.
gentilmente non toccare, guerra

Ebbene, i bambini capirono di non la toccarono e si sforzarono
di essere buoni in quella meravigliosa atmosfera di gioia
Non provarono a forzare le serrature, o a rompere quella scatola mortale
Non provarono mai a giocare con la guerra

Non lo fecero le mamme,ne le sorelle, le zie o le nonne
Perché loro erano tranquilli, dolci e graziosi in quella meravigliosa atmosfera di gioia
Bene, molto simile come adesso, nessuno osava aprirle la scatola
Per aprire quella scatola mortale della guerra
Ma qualcuno l’ ha fatto
Qualcuno ruppe il coperchio e fece versare l’interno al suolo.
Una sorta di palla gonfiabile, irregolare composto da fucili e bandiere di
lacrime e l'orrore e la morte che va con la guerra

E 'rimbalzata a destra fuori E andò su tutti i cespugli
E sbatteva contro tutto 
E ciò che era triste e più ingiusto è che non si curava di chi urtava
O perché, o che cosa, o per………

Colpiva soprattutto i bambini 
E ciò era assai evidente
Li colpiva ogni giorno e sempre di più e li lasciava morti e bruciati o
morenti
Migliaia di loro erano malati e piangevano
Perché quando la cosa li urtava era d’avvero molto dolorante

Ora c'è un modo per fermare la palla non è difficile
Tutto ciò che serve è la saggezza, io sono assolutamente sicuro che avremmo potuto rimetterla di nuovo nella scatola, incatenarla bloccare le serrature 
Nessuno sembra voler salvare i bambini


Beh, la guerra continua ad esserci, 
così appare
nonostante tutte le precauzioni prese all’inizio in quei giorni meravigliosi di gioia, quando la scatola era legata con catene e chiusa con chiavi
Ed etichettata gentilmente non toccare, guerra

             

Rudyard Kipling - IF
( Lettera al figlio, 1910 )

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
but make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don¹t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don¹t give way to hating
And yet not look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - but not make dreams your master,
If you can think - but not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two imposters just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you¹ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on, when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: ³Hold on!²

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings, yet not lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds¹ worth of distance run
Yours is the Earth and everything in it,
And, what is more, you¹ll be a Man, my son! 

A = apples


B = book


C = car


D = dad                                                                                          

                                                                                                                                        APPLES
E  = elderly


F = fries                                                                                                                                    
                                                                                                                                        


G = game
                                                                                                                                    

H = hair
                                                                                                                                

I  = ill          
                                                                                                                                       CAR

K = keep



L = lion 

                                                                                                                                      

M = milk

                                                                                                                                

N =  nickname
                                                                                                                                

O = old                                                                                                                       BOOK


P = paint


R = rooe


S = speed                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                    

T = ten


U = under
        
                                                                                                                                  ZOMBIE
V = vapor                                                                                                              
                                                                                                                                

Z = zombie