Marcus Fabius Quintilianus (c. 35 – c. 100) was a Roman rhetorician from Hispania, widely referred to in medieval schools of rhetoric and in Renaissance writing. In English translation, he is usually referred to as Quintilian, although the alternate spellings of Quintillian and Quinctilian are occasionally seen, the latter in older texts.
Quintilian was born ca. 35 in Calagurris (Calahorra, La Rioja) in Hispania. His father, a well-educated man, sent him to Rome to study rhetoric early in the reign of Nero. While there, he cultivated a relationship with Domitius Afer, who died in 59. "It had always been the custom … for young men with ambitions in public life to fix upon some older model of their ambition … and regard him as a mentor" (Kennedy, 16). Quintilian evidently adopted Afer as his model and listened to him speak and plead cases in the law courts. Afer has been characterized as a more austere, classical, Ciceronian speaker than those common at the time of Seneca, and he may have inspired Quintilian’s love of Cicero.
Può darsi che in un'altra vita
io potrei incontrarti
Strappata via prima del tempo
Non riesco ad accettare questa ingiustizia
E sembra che...
Sembra che
il paradiso è così lontano
E ci si sente
Sì, ci si sente come se
Il mondo sia diventato freddo
Adesso che te ne sei andata via.
Lasciare fiori sulla tua tomba
Mostrano quanto io ti voglia ancora bene
Ma le rose nere e la grandine
Non possono riportare indietro ciò che mi è stato tolto.
Tendo le braccia verso il cielo
E grido il tuo nome
E se potessi fare a cambio
Vorrei...
E sembra che...
Sembra che
il paradiso sia così lontano
E fa male
Sì, fa male...
Il mondo è così freddo
Adesso che te ne sei andata via.
There's a place I like to go
Cherry bombs and cherry wine
Just past the Texaco
Down on the county line
Beer cans and cemeteries
Spanish moss on the welcome sign
Catch a buzz we all get scared
Down on the county line
Out where your troubles can't find you
Out where you leave them all behind
Out where the motion sweetly
Won't you meet me down on the county line?
Kettle corn and 4 H babies
Pink slips and white wall tires
Bet you 20, I'll beat you there
Down on the county line
It's first love and football wars
A French kiss and battle cries
Further then I've been before
Down on the county line
Out where your troubles can't find you
Out where you leave them all behind
Out where the motion sweetly
Won't you meet me down on the county line?
All the church odds and white wash fences
All the wills and teenage brides
Are all searching for redemption
They're all looking for a sign
Down on the county line
(Down on the county line)
Down on the county line
(Down on the county line)
Down on the county line
The best things in life are free
It's been right here all the time
Is everything this home to me
Down on the county line
Out where your troubles can't find you
Out where you leave them all behind
Out where the motion sweetly
Won't you meet me down on the county line?
Out where your troubles can't find you
Out where we have a real good time
Out where the motion sweetly
Won't you meet me, down on the county line?
(Down on the county line)
Down on the county line
(Down on the county line)
On the hills of both Virginias
I've crossed a weary mile
And on bended knee
I will sing to thee
As I tie my shoe
One moonlit night in the canyon
I talked about my dreams
Only bugs heard the call
They don't hear me at all
And now I talk in my sleep
When winter comes I'll be way up ahead
'Cause right now it seems so cold
I need her in my arms baby set my alarm
'Cause otherwise I'd sleep til sleeping was dead
And when I get home to my baby
She gonna wear my grandma's ring
And hand in hand we will tell a man
I do
I do
I definitely do
But I won't get drunk without her
And I won't do her no harm
'Cause she's the sweetest blackberry wine
From here to there
From here to there
From here to there
County line
County line
County line
County line
County line
County line
County line
County line
(Alexander/Badlees)
Gonna paint a picture
Gonna put it in a frame
So I can show you how I'm feelin'
Without having to explain
And you can hang it from your ceiling
In your safe and happy home
When you come to understand it
You'll know you're not alone
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
(Chorus)
But now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin' on
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Gonna write a song
Gonna tell it like it is
And if you recognize yourself
I know you're going to be pissed
And if you call me on it
I'll deny it through and through
Just like Woody Allen would
If he were in my shoes
Once upon a time
I could speak my mind
(Chorus)
Gonna write a letter
Gonna mail it to myself
Sincerely and forever
You and yours can go to hell
Well, then I'll put it in my pocket
So when this all comes crashing down
I'll have a way to show you
How long I've been wearing down.
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
(Chorus 2x)
GENTLE ANNIE
(G) G D7 G C / G D7 / G D7 G C / G D7 G
The harvest time's come, gentle Annie,
And your wild oats are all scattered round the field.
You'll be anxious to know, gentle Annie,
How your little crop of oats is going to yield.
C G / G D7 / G D7 G C / G D7 G
We'll say farewell, gentle Annie,
For you know with you I can no longer stay.
Yes, I'll bid you adieu, gentle Annie,
Till we meet you on another threshing day.
Your mutton's very sweet, gentle Annie,
And I'm sure it can't be packed in New South Wales,
But you'd better put a fence around the cabbage,
Or they'll all get eaten up by the snails.
CHORUS
You'll take my advice, gentle Annie,
And you'd better watch your chappie goin' away
With his packbag flung over his shoulder,
And he stole some knives and forks the other day.
CHORUS
The bullocks they are yoked, gentle Annie,
For you know with you I can no longer stay.
So I'll bid you adieu, gentle Annie,
Till we meet you on another threshing day.
Stand the test and progress
From above we are blessed
Quintillion
Contamination irradiation expropriation domination
Repossess reinvest
Scan the populace sell success
Quintillion
To be a slave in bondage
Is more vile than is a queen in base servility
For people should be free
Gonna paint a picture
Gonna put it in a frame
So I can show you how I'm feeling
Without having to explain
And you can hang it from your ceiling
In your safe and happy home
When you come to understand it
You'll know you're not alone
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin' on
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Gonna write a song
Gonna tell it like it is
And if you recognize yourself
I know yoou're going to be pissed
And if you call me on it
I'll deny it through and through
Just like Woody Allen would
If he were in my shoes
Once upon a time
I could speak my mind
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin' on
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Gonna write a letter
Gonna a mail it to myself
Sincerely and forever
You and yours can go to hell
And I'll put it in my pocket
So when this all comes crashin' down
I'll have a way to show you
How long I've been wearing down
Once upon a time
We could speak our minds
Now I don't believe you Gwendolyn
I don't believe you're all that strong
I don't believe you know the dangers
Of this road you're travelin'
You're always asking questions
That you know the answers to
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Tell me please
What do you want from me
Tell me please
On my way to you, old county
hoping nothing's changed
that your pain is never-ending
that is, it's still the same
county line.
County line, county line
I left so far behind
You never even *tried* to love me
woah woah woah woah woah
what did I have to do to make you want me?
woah woah woah woah woah
I feel so blind I can't make out the passing road signs
woah woah woah woah woah
all that you would have me do is cross that county line
woah woah woah woah woah
County line.
Now you know I'm coming, old county
to see construction sites
and your new home's never ending
I think I can see the lights
county line, county line, county line.
I can smell the columbine
You never even *tried* to love me
woah woah woah woah woah
what did I have to do to make you want me?
woah woah woah woah woah
I feel so blind I can't make out the passing road signs
woah woah woah woah woah
all that you would have me do is cross that county line
woah woah woah woah woah
County line, woah woah woah woah woah.
County line, woah woah woah woah woah.
County line, woah woah woah woah woah.
A long time ago,
In the Kingdom of Candy,
A lion once roamed the streets,
And kept time.
Howled on the hour,
Whined on the minute,
Roared every second,
Day of the year.
Candylion
Dreams can come true,
Nightmares can also,
Opposites push and pull to the fore.
Morph into flowers,
Or a frozen winter,
Wer're flying in love,
Or falling in hate
Candylion
Candy
A penguin and carnation
Lion
A lemon and Dalmation
Candy
And 'though I look for inspiration
Lion
Still my favorite combinations'
County Line
I got your message, I read your letter
I dreamed of sunny days when we'd be together
I never could have guessed that it would end
You were so careless, you were so reckless
With words of love so sweet I never did suspect it
You'd cross the county line and it was like we never met
Woe is me, I miss my baby
Woe is you, You got so scared that you nearly went crazy
I ask the heavens for explanations
I close my eyes and wish on the constellations
You crossed the county line and it was like we never met
Woe is me, I miss my baby
Woe is you, You got so scared that you nearly went crazy
I ask the heavens for explanations
I close my eyes and wish on the constellations