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UP CHAPTER II CHAPTER I Mrs. Rachel Lynde is Surprised Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde s Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde s door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. There are plenty of people in Avonlea and out of it, who can attend closely to their neighbor s business by dint of neglecting their own; but Mrs. Rachel Lynde was one of those capable creatures who can manage their own concerns and those of other folks into the bargain. She was a notable housewife; her work was always done and well done; she "ran" the Sewing Circle, helped run the Sunday-school, and was the strongest prop of the Church Aid Society and Foreign Missions Auxiliary. Yet with all this Mrs. Rachel found abundant time to sit for hours at her kitchen window, knitting "cotton warp" quilts--she had knitted sixteen of them, as Avonlea housekeepers were wont to tell in awed voices--and keeping a sharp eye on the main road that crossed the hollow and wound up the steep red hill beyond. Since Avonlea occupied a little triangular peninsula jutting out into the Gulf of St. Lawrence with water on two sides of it, anybody who went out of it or into it had to pass over that hill road and so run the unseen gauntlet of Mrs. Rachel s all-seeing eye. She was sitting there one afternoon in early June. The sun was coming in at the window warm and bright; the orchard on the slope below the house was in a bridal flush of pinky- white bloom, hummed over by a myriad of bees. Thomas Lynde-- a meek little man whom Avonlea people called "Rachel Lynde s husband"--was sowing his late turnip seed on the hill field beyond the barn; and Matthew Cuthbert ought to have been sowing his on the big red brook field away over by Green Gables. Mrs. Rachel knew that he ought because she had heard him tell Peter Morrison the evening before in William J. Blair s store over at Carmody that he meant to sow his turnip seed the next afternoon. Peter had asked him, of course, for Matthew Cuthbert had never been known to volunteer information about anything in his whole life. And yet here was Matthew Cuthbert, at half-past three on the afternoon of a busy day, placidly driving over the hollow and up the hill; moreover, he wore a white collar and his best suit of clothes, which was plain proof that he was going out of Avonlea; and he had the buggy and the sorrel mare, which betokened that he was going a considerable distance. Now, where was Matthew Cuthbert going and why was he going there? Had it been any other man in Avonlea, Mrs. Rachel, deftly putting this and that together, might have given a pretty good guess as to both questions. But Matthew so rarely went from home that it must be something pressing and unusual which was taking him; he was the shyest man alive and hated to have to go among strangers or to any place where he might have to talk. Matthew, dressed up with a white collar and driving in a buggy, was something that didn t happen often. Mrs. Rachel, ponder as she might, could make nothing of it and her afternoon s enjoyment was spoiled. "I ll just step over to Green Gables after tea and find out from Marilla where he s gone and why," the worthy woman finally concluded. "He doesn t generally go to town this time of year and he NEVER visits; if he d run out of turnip seed he wouldn t dress up and take the buggy to go for more; he wasn t driving fast enough to be going for a doctor. Yet something must have happened since last night to start him off. I m clean puzzled, that s what, and I won t know a minute s peace of mind or conscience until I know what has taken Matthew Cuthbert out of Avonlea today." Accordingly after tea Mrs. Rachel set out; she had not far to go; the big, rambling, orchard-embowered house where the Cuthberts lived was a scant quarter of a mile up the road from Lynde s Hollow. To be sure, the long lane made it a good deal further. Matthew Cuthbert s father, as shy and silent as his son after him, had got as far away as he possibly could from his fellow men without actually retreating into the woods when he founded his homestead. Green Gables was built at the furthest edge of his cleared land and there it was to this day, barely visible from the main road along which all the other Avonlea houses were so sociably situated. Mrs. Rachel Lynde did not call living in such a place LIVING at all. "It s just STAYING, that s what," she said as she stepped along the deep-rutted, grassy lane bordered with wild rose bushes. "It s no wonder Matthew and Marilla are both a little odd, living away back here by themselves. Trees aren t much company, though dear knows if they were there d be enough of them. I d ruther look at people. To be sure, they seem contented enough; but then, I suppose, they re used to it. A body can get used to anything, even to being hanged, as the Irishman said." With this Mrs. Rachel stepped out of the lane into the backyard of Green Gables. Very green and neat and precise was that yard, set about on one side with great patriarchal willows and the other with prim Lombardies. Not a stray stick nor stone was to be seen, for Mrs. Rachel would have seen it if there had been. Privately she was of the opinion that Marilla Cuthbert swept that yard over as often as she swept her house. One could have eaten a meal off the ground without overbrimming the proverbial peck of dirt. Mrs. Rachel rapped smartly at the kitchen door and stepped in when bidden to do so. The kitchen at Green Gables was a cheerful apartment--or would have been cheerful if it had not been so painfully clean as to give it something of the appearance of an unused parlor. Its windows looked east and west; through the west one, looking out on the back yard, came a flood of mellow June sunlight; but the east one, whence you got a glimpse of the bloom white cherry-trees in the left orchard and nodding, slender birches down in the hollow by the brook, was greened over by a tangle of vines. Here sat Marilla Cuthbert, when she sat at all, always slightly distrustful of sunshine, which seemed to her too dancing and irresponsible a thing for a world which was meant to be taken seriously; and here she sat now, knitting, and the table behind her was laid for supper. Mrs. Rachel, before she had fairly closed the door, had taken a mental note of everything that was on that table. There were three plates laid, so that Marilla must be expecting some one home with Matthew to tea; but the dishes were everyday dishes and there was only crab-apple preserves and one kind of cake, so that the expected company could not be any particular company. Yet what of Matthew s white collar and the sorrel mare? Mrs. Rachel was getting fairly dizzy with this unusual mystery about quiet, unmysterious Green Gables. "Good evening, Rachel," Marilla said briskly. "This is a real fine evening, isn t it? Won t you sit down? How are all your folks?" Something that for lack of any other name might be called friendship existed and always had existed between Marilla Cuthbert and Mrs. Rachel, in spite of--or perhaps because of--their dissimilarity. Marilla was a tall, thin woman, with angles and without curves; her dark hair showed some gray streaks and was always twisted up in a hard little knot behind with two wire hairpins stuck aggressively through it. She looked like a woman of narrow experience and rigid conscience, which she was; but there was a saving something about her mouth which, if it had been ever so slightly developed, might have been considered indicative of a sense of humor. "We re all pretty well," said Mrs. Rachel. "I was kind of afraid YOU weren t, though, when I saw Matthew starting off today. I thought maybe he was going to the doctor s." Marilla s lips twitched understandingly. She had expected Mrs. Rachel up; she had known that the sight of Matthew jaunting off so unaccountably would be too much for her neighbor s curiosity. "Oh, no, I m quite well although I had a bad headache yesterday," she said. "Matthew went to Bright River. We re getting a little boy from an orphan asylum in Nova Scotia and he s coming on the train tonight." If Marilla had said that Matthew had gone to Bright River to meet a kangaroo from Australia Mrs. Rachel could not have been more astonished. She was actually stricken dumb for five seconds. It was unsupposable that Marilla was making fun of her, but Mrs. Rachel was almost forced to suppose it. "Are you in earnest, Marilla?" she demanded when voice returned to her. "Yes, of course," said Marilla, as if getting boys from orphan asylums in Nova Scotia were part of the usual spring work on any well-regulated Avonlea farm instead of being an unheard of innovation. Mrs. Rachel felt that she had received a severe mental jolt. She thought in exclamation points. A boy! Marilla and Matthew Cuthbert of all people adopting a boy! From an orphan asylum! Well, the world was certainly turning upside down! She would be surprised at nothing after this! Nothing! "What on earth put such a notion into your head?" she demanded disapprovingly. This had been done without her advice being asked, and must perforce be disapproved. "Well, we ve been thinking about it for some time--all winter in fact," returned Marilla. "Mrs. Alexander Spencer was up here one day before Christmas and she said she was going to get a little girl from the asylum over in Hopeton in the spring. Her cousin lives there and Mrs. Spencer has visited here and knows all about it. So Matthew and I have talked it over off and on ever since. We thought we d get a boy. Matthew is getting up in years, you know--he s sixty-- and he isn t so spry as he once was. His heart troubles him a good deal. And you know how desperate hard it s got to be to get hired help. There s never anybody to be had but those stupid, half-grown little French boys; and as soon as you do get one broke into your ways and taught something he s up and off to the lobster canneries or the States. At first Matthew suggested getting a Home boy. But I said `no flat to that. `They may be all right--I m not saying they re not--but no London street Arabs for me, I said. `Give me a native born at least. There ll be a risk, no matter who we get. But I ll feel easier in my mind and sleep sounder at nights if we get a born Canadian. So in the end we decided to ask Mrs. Spencer to pick us out one when she went over to get her little girl. We heard last week she was going, so we sent her word by Richard Spencer s folks at Carmody to bring us a smart, likely boy of about ten or eleven. We decided that would be the best age--old enough to be of some use in doing chores right off and young enough to be trained up proper. We mean to give him a good home and schooling. We had a telegram from Mrs. Alexander Spencer today--the mail-man brought it from the station-- saying they were coming on the five-thirty train tonight. So Matthew went to Bright River to meet him. Mrs. Spencer will drop him off there. Of course she goes on to White Sands station herself." Mrs. Rachel prided herself on always speaking her mind; she proceeded to speak it now, having adjusted her mental attitude to this amazing piece of news. "Well, Marilla, I ll just tell you plain that I think you re doing a mighty foolish thing--a risky thing, that s what. You don t know what you re getting. You re bringing a strange child into your house and home and you don t know a single thing about him nor what his disposition is like nor what sort of parents he had nor how he s likely to turn out. Why, it was only last week I read in the paper how a man and his wife up west of the Island took a boy out of an orphan asylum and he set fire to the house at night--set it ON PURPOSE, Marilla--and nearly burnt them to a crisp in their beds. And I know another case where an adopted boy used to suck the eggs--they couldn t break him of it. If you had asked my advice in the matter--which you didn t do, Marilla--I d have said for mercy s sake not to think of such a thing, that s what." This Job s comforting seemed neither to offend nor to alarm Marilla. She knitted steadily on. "I don t deny there s something in what you say, Rachel. I ve had some qualms myself. But Matthew was terrible set on it. I could see that, so I gave in. It s so seldom Matthew sets his mind on anything that when he does I always feel it s my duty to give in. And as for the risk, there s risks in pretty near everything a body does in this world. There s risks in people s having children of their own if it comes to that--they don t always turn out well. And then Nova Scotia is right close to the Island. It isn t as if we were getting him from England or the States. He can t be much different from ourselves." "Well, I hope it will turn out all right," said Mrs. Rachel in a tone that plainly indicated her painful doubts. "Only don t say I didn t warn you if he burns Green Gables down or puts strychnine in the well--I heard of a case over in New Brunswick where an orphan asylum child did that and the whole family died in fearful agonies. Only, it was a girl in that instance." "Well, we re not getting a girl," said Marilla, as if poisoning wells were a purely feminine accomplishment and not to be dreaded in the case of a boy. "I d never dream of taking a girl to bring up. I wonder at Mrs. Alexander Spencer for doing it. But there, SHE wouldn t shrink from adopting a whole orphan asylum if she took it into her head." Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell s and tell the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a sensation. So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla s relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence of Mrs. Rachel s pessimism. "Well, of all things that ever were or will be!" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I m sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don t know anything about children and they ll expect him to be wiser and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be s he ever had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think of a child at Green Gables somehow; there s never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built--if they ever WERE children, which is hard to believe when one looks at them. I wouldn t be in that orphan s shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that s what." So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out of the fulness of her heart; but if she could have seen the child who was waiting patiently at the Bright River station at that very moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound. UP CHAPTER II 今日 - | 昨日 - | Total - since 04 June 2007 last update 2007-06-05 01 33 11 (Tue)
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【Tags Gumi tT uzP K】 Original Music title 君と世界をつなぐもの English music title The Thing That Links You and The World Romaji music title Kimi to Sekai o Tsunagu Mono Music Lyrics written, Voice edited by uzP Music arranged by uzP Singer(s) Gumi (Megpoid) Click here for the original Japanese Lyrics English Lyrics (translated by motokokusanagi2009): The word that infills the gap between you and the world That s all I want but can t find it It s diminutive but very far from me I want only one answer "How should I keep on living?" "How should I end my life?" That s not it The word that infills the gap between you and the world That s all I want to own A lot of dreams and hopes I ve lost them, but still I don t wanna make you, especially you Say such things "How should I keep on living?" "How should I end my life?" That s not it I m not wanting a lot but can t find The word that infills the gap between you and the world So, I ll stay by your side, I promise I ll be here for you Romaji lyrics (transliterated by motokokusanagi2009): kimi to sekai no sukima o umeru koto no ha o tatta sore dake mosa mitsukara nai yo chippoke de dakedo tōi tada hitotsu kotae ga hoshī "dō iki reba ii?" "dō shineba ii?" sonna koto ja nakute kimi to sekai no sukima o umeru koto no ha o tatta sore dake osa te ni ire takute takusan no yume ya kibō mi ushinatte sore demo mada kimi niwa kimi dake niwa iwase taku nai sonna koto "dō iki reba ii?" "dō shineba ii?" sonna koto ja nakute tatta kore dake mosa mitsukara nai kimi to sekai no sukima o umeru koto no ha mo dakara soba ni iru yo koko ni iru kara [uzP, uz-P]
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A thing called LOVE Just feel the love around you This love's enough, it shines through So take my hand and you'll see It's time for make believe When you feel the light that shines on you You'll know that I'll be with you soon When you hear my say that I love you You'll know that it's come true So take me in your arms And hold me now (I'll show you how) I never want to stop, can't get enough Of this thing called love So take me in your arms And shout it out (oh so loud) Together we can reach the sky above It's a thing called love Just feel the love around you My love's enough to shine through So take my hand and hold me It's time so just believe When you see the light that shines so true You'll know that I'll be with you soon When you hear my say that I love you You'll know this dream's come true
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【Tags Miku oORaikaOo tI I】 Original Music title I miss you Romaji music title I miss you Music Lyrics written, Voice edited by oOらいかOo (oORaikaOo) Music arranged by oOらいかOo (oORaikaOo) Singer(s) 初音ミク (Hatsune Miku) Append Click here for the original Japanese Lyrics English Lyrics (translated by animeyay): The pearly fluids dripping off the tips of my fingers have been stained crimson by my painfully yearning thoughts for you. No matter how long I shed tears for you, you just won't understand the meaning behind my tears' color. My wandering fingers were trembling from their loss of a place to go; if you hadn't found me, I probably wouldn't have chosen you. If I forfeit my voice, I'd probably be able to stay with you, but then I would never be allowed to see another daybreak. Stay by me. I want you, please. Take my hands, and take me there. I miss you so much. This distance between us is driving me crazy. Only you, I only want you, please. Right now, take me there. I miss you this much. My pain would not go away. Even though the moon is shining brightly tonight, I can't even sing a song for you anymore. Swept by waves of people, I have reached a place even more frigid than the bottom of the sea. The target of your smile changed at some point. If I hadn't noticed that, would things have remained unchanged? "Correct" should be a word too weighty for anyone to say, so I'm still here, immobilized. Stay by me. I want you, please. Take my hands, and take me there. I miss you so much. This distance between us is driving me crazy. Only you, I only want you, please. Right now, take me there. I miss you this much. My pain would not go away. I gradually dissolve into foam, chained down by a fleeting promise. Is this promise really inexpressible in words unless one of us were to disappear? Stay by me. I want you, please. Take my hands, and take me there. I miss you so much. This distance between us is driving me crazy. Only you, I only want you, please. Right now, take me there. I miss you this much. My pain would not go away. Romaji lyrics (transliterated by motokokusanagi2009): yubi no saki ni kobore ochita shinju no iro nara itai hodo no omoi de hora akaku iro zui teru kimi no tame ni dore dake namida nagashi te mitemo kono iro no imi ni kizui tewa kure nai no samayou yubi wa ikiba o nakushi te furue te mitsuke nake reba kimi mo eraba nakatta no? koe o furu eba tomaru koto mo dekiru kedo akasu koto sae not allowed soba ni ite want you please te o totte take me there hitasura ni I miss you kono kyori ga modokashi kute kimi dake ni want you please ima sugu ni take me there kon'na nimo I miss you setsunasa ga tomara nakute koyoi tsuki ga kirei ni kagayaita to shitemo kimi no tame ni utau koto mo deki nai nante hito no nami ni nagasare tadori tsuita basho wa umi no soko yorimo tsumeta kute kogoe sō hohoemu saki wa itsushika hōkō o kae te shirazu ni ireba nanimo kawara nakatta no? tadashī nante daremo ie nai hazu dakara mada ugokezu ni I'm still here soba ni ite want you please te o totte take me there hitasura ni I miss you kono kyori ga modokashi kute kimi dake ni want you please ima sugu ni take me there kon'na nimo I miss you setsunasa ga tomara nakute awa ni natte toke te iku hakanai yakusoku ni shiba rare te dochira ka ga kie nake reba kotoba ni sura deki nai no? soba ni ite want you please te o totte take me there hitasura ni I miss you kono kyori ga modokashi kute kimi dake ni want you please ima sugu ni take me there kon'na nimo I miss you setsunasa ga tomara nakute []
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【Tags Eccentric-P Kaito tA tP tT H】 Original Music title へなちょこナイト English music title Petty Knight Romaji music title Henachoko Naito Lyrics written by damel Music written by エキセントリックP(Eccentric-P) Music arranged エキセントリックP(Eccentric-P) Singer(s) KAITO Click here for the original Japanese Lyrics English Lyrics (translated by hokorichan): Take a deep yawn and a stretch Good morning again, how are you feeling today? Once you are done preparing Where should we go? Want me to take you to some place wonderful? It is all up to you to decide, I am just a knight The reckless you knows no fear It is all up to you to decide I am just a knight If you trip and fall, I will reach out and hold your hand I m just a knight in training We have went quite a long way, let’s stay closer together It’s about time we head home? To tell the truth, I want to stay this way, together just like this Just the two of us, together always It is all up to you to decide, I am just a knight You smile and skipped away cheerfully It is all up to you to decide, I am just a knight Even if you fall, I will catch you I m a knight in training I am your knight Romaji lyrics (transliterated by hokorichan): hitotsu akubi senobishite kyou mo ohayou genki kai? jyunbi totonottara doko e yukou ka sutekina basho e tsurete yuku yo kimi ga kimete ii yo boku wa tada no NAITO otenba kimi wa kowai mono shirazu kimi ga kimete ii yo boku wa tada no NAITO koron dara te wo totte ageru boku wa henachoko NAITO tooku made kita ne mi wo yosete mou kaerou ka hontou wa kono mama issho ni itai futari kiri de kono mama zutto kimi ga kimete ii yo boku wa tada no NAITO hohoemu kimi wa fuwari to tonda kimi ga kimete ii yo boku wa tada no NAITO ochi temo uketomete ageru boku wa henachoko NAITO kimi dake no NAITO [Eccentric-P, EccentricP, EkisentorikkuP, Ekisentorikku-P]
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Mixfest in San Antonio こちらの方 のtweetがなかなか興奮を伝えていたので、抜粋。 (翻訳してくれる方募集) So i met the dj talked and talked to him. Kris set is at 7 50 and his interview Is at 5pm. The concert is from 4-10pm so i can probabl .. I got on the radio and got to talk about kris omg!! DD I still have like 2 hrs till kris interview what am i gonna do for free here downtown lol well i could go to watch other bands So I m waiting for kris to come in for his interview(which is open to the public) I feel like an accomplished krijna D lol Hopefully I get to meet kris before or after his interview the dj said I might be able to ) OMG i freaking just met kris and got a pic!!! Ahhhh jsnnnjxnsjjcjsja 3333 the security goes "hey we got a fan here" (im all shaky) And then i go "hey!" and hes like "hi!" and i go "can i get a picture with u?"and hes like "sure!" and then walked to the private elevat .. Now i get to go watched his interview with mix96.1! OMG im still shaky lol i was more calm than i expected ) kris walks up im sitting down "did the pic turn out?" me and mom"yes" "u coming to the concert?" (cont) Me "yep!" like my shirt it says "krisallenaddicts" and he goes "yes i do" and cale walked past and i said hi and he waved! ) Listening to the kris interview hes hotter in person! Lol So i got a pic with kris and cale! Talked to them too and got them to sign my CD!! D I have so much to tell! Now im waiting to 2 hours For kris to come on D lol im shocked i was the only fan waiting there lol And when i got the pic with cale kris took the pic! He touched my camera!!!! Lol ) Kris is at the meet and greet right now! Im so shocked i got to talk to kris and cale and rode the elevator with them i didnt even have ... I didnt even have meet and greet! Dude some girl just got arrested idk why maybe drugs? Well there is beer/ahcohol here but not in the concert area It was crazy the police had to hold her down then took her outside the gate This is def not family friendly concert with them selling alchohol lol....still waiting for kris by the food/drinks But theres people here from like age 5-50 I mean waiting for kris to come on, i already meet him if u read my other tweets ) The girl they handcuffed, they let her go home but idk what she did So white tie affair is on right now and i actually talked to lead singer cuz they were there when i met kris lol i had no idea! Kris is about to go on!! D OMG that was even more awesome than fiesta texas!! Kris and pat duet dkdjsjchhvhshsFjdjsj!! 3333 so amazingg! Trains next!!! But my mom wants to leave (( i at least want to hear "hey soul sister" Ugh i have to miss train (( i wanted to hear "hey soul sister" So much for missing trains act ( my mom wants to get home and plus there was like no toliet paper in the porter poties and they charge ... (cont) charge $1 for napkins WTP?!? Earlier it was funny cuz my moms like "kris allen touched our camera!" me "omg i know!!" LOL I kissed the camera LOL i know im weird hahaha P well kris touched it.... Ive been there since 1 30pm its almost 9 now! 7 hrs! And almost half the time i was outside in 90 degree weather so worth it! Ily u mom! Ilu uncle!! He told me to turn the channel to fox cuz kris was on for 5 secs! D They showed kris on tv for like a min!! IM HOMEEEEEEEEEEEE! DDDDD me and kris!!! D http //twitpic.com/1qj2jw Kris in the interview ) http //twitpic.com/1qj3nm another interview pic ) http //twitpic.com/1qj4nz my mom took this pic i love her ) http //twitpic.com/1qj5zi lol i look bad in this pic but cale looks great ) http //twitpic.com/1qj6ku Another Cale pic ) Kris took these he touched my camera!! D OMG! LOL http //twitpic.com/1qj7wk Kris 3333 ) http //twitpic.com/1qj97b Kris was amazingggg live D http //twitpic.com/1qj9s0 @KrisAllen It was! D OMG thanks so much for taking the time for u and @calevis24 to talk to me!!! D 33 concert was amazing!! ) This one is so cute ) lol sorry about that persons head http //twitpic.com/1qjb17 one more pic ) http //twitpic.com/1qjbtp U GUYS READY? D HERE IT IS! http //www.youtube.com/watch?v=0XF8fYuDNEo THE TRUTH gonna try to upload more videos while im still awake lol DUDE i dont wanna go to school tomorrow now ( i had a long day...lol my parents won t let me stay home though OMG im soo tired last video guys then im going to bed school tomorrow / lol gonna upload more tomorrow! D gnight! )
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【夜公演】i☆Ris 1st ANNIVERSARY LIVE-THANK YOU ALL- 2013年11月9日(土) 原宿アストロホール 01 Color 02 ウィーアー! 03 イチズ 04 らむねサンセット 05 最強パレパレード 06 おジャ魔女カーニバル!! 07 EDGE OF HEAVEN 08 Last Moment 09 星間飛行 10 幻想曲WONDERLAND 11 進めアバンチュール 12 i☆Doloid 13 §Rainbow En1 もしも毎日がクリスマスだったら En2 Everybody,Let's Go! 昼公演はこちら 2ndアニバラ Anniversary Live
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このページはこちらに移転しました San Francisco 作詞/おちんこまんこ I have not gone out of Japan. You had said at one time, "I want to go overseas". After all, I was not able to realize the dream. However, it is likely to say to you so now surely. Let's go to San Francisco. I want to cross the Golden Gate bridge. We are like hippies. And, I am engaged to you in poor English.
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[Verse 1] I ve must have died and gone to heaven Cos it was a quarter past eleven On a Saturday in 1999 Right across on where I m standing On a dance floor she was landing It was clear that she was from another time Like some Baby Barbarella with the stars as her umbrella She asked me if i d like to magnetise Do I have to go star-trekking Cos it s you I should be checking So she laser beamed me with her cosmic eyes Oh now, [Chorus] She s just a cosmic girl (Oh yeah) from another galaxy My heart s at zero gravity She s from a cosmic world (Wow wah-wah-wah) Putting me in ectasy (ooh) Transmitting on my frequency (Wow wah-wah-wah) She s cosmic [Verse 2] I m scanning all my radars Well she said she s from a quasar Forty thousand million light years away It s a distant solar system I tried to phone but they don t list em So I asked her for a number all the same She said, step in my transporter so I can teleport ya All around my heavenly body Oh, this could be a close encounter I should take care not to flounder Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face [Chorus] She s just a cosmic girl from another galaxy My heart s at zero gravity She s from a cosmic world (Woah)(wah-wah-wah) Putting me in ectasy Transmitting on my frequency (Oh wah-wah-wah) She s cosmic (Sends me into hyperspace when I see her pretty face)x9 [Outro] She s just a cosmic girl (Aah) From another galaxy (Ooh) Transmitting on my frequency (Aah) Yeah cosmic, oh Can t you be my cosmic woman? (Aah) I need you, I want you (Aah) to be my cosmic girl for the rest of time (Aah) (fade)Oh, i m loosing my mind on my cosmic girl Yeah !