A bedsit, also known as a bed-sitting room, is a form of rented accommodation common in some parts of the United Kingdom and Ireland which consists of a single room whose occupants share a bathroom with others. Bedsits are included in a legal category of dwellings referred to as Houses in multiple occupation (HMO).
Bedsits arose from the subdivision of larger dwellings into low-cost accommodation at low conversion cost. In the UK a growing desire for personal independence after World War II led to a reduced demand for traditional boarding houses with communal dining. Bedsits are often occupied by young single people, students, those unable to purchase their own properties, or those whose occupancy, for one reason or another, is of a transitory nature; the cost is typically lower than for other types of property. Someone living and working in different areas may rent a bedsit at low cost to reduce daily travel.
The American equivalents to a bedsit are single room occupancy (SRO) and rooming house. By comparison, a studio apartment (known as a studio flat in the United Kingdom) is a one-room apartment with a small adjoining kitchen and its own toilet or bathroom with toilet.
John B. and Donald D. Parkinson were a father-and-son architectural team operating in Los Angeles in the early 20th century.
John B. Parkinson (12 December 1861 - 9 December 1935) was born in the small village of Scorton, in Lancashire, England in 1861. At the age of sixteen, he was apprenticed for six years to John J. Bradshaw, a contractor/builder in nearby Bolton, where he learned the meaning of craftsmanship and gained a strong knowledge of practical construction. Simultaneously, he attended night school at Bolton's Mechanics Institute, where he developed architectural drafting and engineering skills. Upon completion of his apprenticeship at age 21, he immigrated to North America as an adventure, where he built fences in Winnipeg and learned stair building in Minneapolis. Seeking to pursue his career back home, he returned to England only to discover that the English construction trades demanded more time and service for advancement. He decided that his then capabilities would be more appropriate to the less-structured opportunities in America. This time, Parkinson went to California, settling in Napa where he again worked as a stair-builder, but took on architectural commissions in his spare time.
Chris Spedding (born Peter Robinson, 17 June 1944) is an English rock and roll and jazz guitarist, best known for his session work. Allmusic states - "Spedding is one of the UK's most versatile session guitarists, and has had a long career on two continents that saw him tackle nearly every style of rock and roll, as well as sporadically attempting a solo career. The fact that he never quite broken through to stardom, except in his native England and parts of Europe, and in professional music circles, is more a result of bad timing and worse luck than any lack of talent or commitment on his part."
Spedding was born in Staveley, Derbyshire, but was raised in Sheffield and Birmingham by adoptive parents Muriel and Jack Spedding, and renamed Christopher John Spedding.
Whilst still with the Battered Ornaments, which without the departing Pete Brown left Spedding as the frontman, he joined the Frank Ricotti Quartet, and played guitar on the album Our Point of View, released in July 1969. He was also invited to play on Jack Bruce's first and third solo albums, Songs for a Tailor (1969) and Harmony Row (1971).
Peter Mark Sinclair "Marc" Almond (/ˈɑːmənd/; born 9 July 1957, Southport) is an English singer-songwriter and musician. Almond first began performing and recording in the synthpop/New Wave duo Soft Cell. He has sold over 30 million records worldwide.
Almond was born in 1957 in Southport (then Lancashire, now part of Merseyside), the son of Sandra Mary Dieson and Peter John Sinclair Almond, a Second Lieutenant in the King's Liverpool Regiment. He was brought up at his grandparents' house in Birkdale with his younger sister, Julia, and as a child suffered from bronchitis and asthma. When he was four, they left their grandparents' house and moved to Starbeck on the edge of Harrogate, North Yorkshire. Two years later they returned to Southport, and then moved to Horsforth (near Leeds).[citation needed]
At age 11 he attended Aireborough Grammar School near Leeds. Almond found solace in music, listening to British radio pioneer John Peel. The first album he purchased was the soundtrack of the stage musical Hair and the first single "Green Manalishi" by Fleetwood Mac. He later became a great fan of Marc Bolan and David Bowie and got a part time job as a stable boy to fund his musical tastes.[citation needed]
Going off the deep end
Oh honey won't you be my friend
Liberty's a friend of mine
Beats me to it all the time
Yeah all
Going off at the deep end
See the mercury with you go in
Missed the days of miracle (mister)
Hanging from a windowsill
You better believe yourself
Crying in the Everglades
Red yellow orange green
Chump won't you go before you're seen
What did you give
Remember the year that you were gone:
A series of decisions -- unhealthy living.
Writing novels in monitored time.
Cold pavement under static sky - gaining patience,
but losing sight - we wrote off our problems as better times.
Buy hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway.
Buy hey, you couldn't sell the stories anyway.
In a battle with New England of who knows you best, a mediocre vote of confidence.
That poor boy won't know what hit him, if and when you tell commitment to take a hike.
It's the same old story, so help me if I try to make an honest effort this time.
But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway.
But hey, we couldn't tell the stories anyway.
But hey, you couldn't tell the stories anyway.
There's a son he is born
With a silver spoon in his mouth
Go on body admit it
There's got to be something you love
Enough to protect
You tire of things I know but you've got to push on
On, on, on, on, on
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass life with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy, Decide
Boy, Decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
Now the time it has come to pull yourself out of the mud
And fix yourself up
Hell don't you care how you look?
Your mother god rest her she'd spin in her grave if she know what a mess you have made
Some men crave women and some men crave gold
Some folks die too young and some die too old
Some just want to pass life with liquor and cards
Some work to the top and well some don't get far
Boy, Decide
Boy, Decide
You're too old to fuck around and too young to die
Time to try life on for size
Cause you're pissin' into the wind
Squandering the life you were given
Now what will you do?
You're wasting away your life
Digging a hole you can dive into
Just a stupid boy that falls apart
And every time it breaks his heart
You gotta start from scratch
You wanted a poet
And got a tin can
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
It's such a shame to lose your touch
And it happens so much
And all my stupid plans that fall apart
Just like all my stupid bands that fell apart
I gotta start from scratch
I wanted a poet and got a tin can
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
It's such a shame to lose your touch
And it happens so much
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
And I've got no pity for the girl in the city
In the city
In the city
How do you sleep keep hiding all the truths you held from me?
If silence is golden you're bound for riches baby.
Now I see your true colors, and that smile only goes skin deep.
I've become accustomed to cold shoulders and cut ties,
You lead me on but you never ever leave me behind.
You're too faced to even see straight,
You bring the glass heart baby and I'll bring the earthquake.
With these words I'm behind your back tonight,
Keep running and the truth will never catch you atleast that's what you think,
Well your dead wrong and I'm alright without you,
I'm never coming back anyway so don't wait up by the phone,
If you think I'm calling then I'm calling you out of your mind.
I"ll take these words to my grave,
I hope you'd the same for me.
So why are you so afraid?
You've failed to keep your conscience clean,
Don't come back to me, don't come back to me,
Fall to your knees, fall to your knees.
With these words I'm behind your back tonight,
Keep running and the truth will never catch you atleast that's what you think.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what it's all about.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what you're all about.
Oh, We'll bring the earthquake, start running.
Oh, We'll make the ground shake, we're coming.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Keep me waiting baby that's what it's all about.
I'm all ears and your lips are sealed,
Ragaudami kraujo raudonus lasus
Is naujo atgyja ginklai
Pabunda, prisikelia karo vadai
Uzstaugia isalke vilkai...
Vytie! pusk ragan!
Kviesk visus vyrus karan!
Pusk! Pusk stipriau!
Ibaugink atejunus!
Ridenas makaules lenku,vokieciu
Ir mums svetimuju dievu
Klupojo pries prusa sunu pranasai
Drebejo nuo juju sunu
Dink! Ten is kur atejai! Dink!
Mirk! Atsibastes sunie! Mirk!
Galask ginklus astriai!
Karda kelk aukstai!
Kraujo negailek!
Tiek amziu gyvavus didinga tauta
Valdyta valdovu garsiu
Isnyko prilietus kryziuota ranka
Bet vis dar rusena liepsna mumyse
Kas pardave mus, kas gi pardave mus?
Po tukstancio metu kovu kruvinu
Atminus savuosius vardus
Barzdoti valdovai sugris is dausu
Atkersyt uz savo sunus
Po tukstancio metu...po tukstancio metu kovu...
Bukit pagarbinti kariai,
Kovoje tiek ilgai,
Iseje milzinai...
Jei suklupo karzygiai
Pasidave vadai,
Buk tas, kuris nesuklupo!
Pedacito de cielo que iluminas mi mañana gracias por ser el viento que le da vuelo a mis alas pedacito de vida que me das alegria gracias por ser el angel de mi dulce compañia
Coro:
amiga luna amigo sol verlo en la noche danos calor amiga tierra amigo yo siempre te llevo en mi corazon
pedacito de niño que me traes esperanza gracias por ser el heroe de los cuentos de mi infancia pedacito de mano que me has dado la mano gracias por ser mi amigo por estar a mi lado
Coro:
amiga luna amigo sol verlo en la noche danos calor amiga agua amigo yo que no haya guerra y primer amor.
put un's flavor in da space, in dis' breast we'll smacka
dos' over dis' smack it again a flap
smacka dos' buttocks, shake em, shame em like dat jelly stuff
put his flavors all over dis chick
spray in da tounge a inside
what is dis' hardon
it's da flavor, un' put it in the coont
it's all over d'ere
with the lips und wrapped
and panties round
To a little country church house
A place where once I'd kneel and dwell
Made my way through the doorway
In need of God, my sins to tell
I heard them golden bells ringing
Sang them old-time gospel songs
In the Sweet By and By, Beulah Land
For you I long
I felt the spirit come a’calling
Spoke to my soul deep down inside
Pride did fall like a rainstorm
Tears did flow, I could not hide
So if temptation has your number
And worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
I knew the cost of my sinning
Worldly ways had done me in
Beer and wine and wild living
Take my hand Lord, I am thine
So if temptation has your number
And worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
My soul was saved, sins forgiven
A spirit light and made anew
Saved my soul but lost my true love
There was no more that I could do
So if temptation has your number
Worldly fame and fortune call
Say goodbye to your loved ones
By the wayside they will fall
By the wayside they will fall
Your life waves like a banner
flapping in the wind
too proud to take it down
you’ve never brought it in
you could have mended every hole
with just a touch of grace
but you leave your answers
in a cloud of dust, behind your race
By the wayside
friends and lovers you’ve discarded
by the wayside
gallant plans, disregarded
by the wayside
pieces to your puzzled soul
they’ll scatter to the wind, or make you whole
you train your fear like muscle
poised to take you far
but it’s not long before you look back
and wonder who you are
you’ll dream of faces you have loved
and all they had to teach
unwillingly angels hiding
well within your reach
By the wayside
stopping on that rare occasion
by the wayside
staring into your salvation
by the wayside
are pieces to your puzzled soul
they’ll scatter to the wind