| 12175 |
Look at her, a prisoner of the gutter, condemned by every syllable she ever uttered. |
My Fair Lady, |
Why Can't The English? |
| 12176 |
Loss of interest, question, wonder, waves of fear they pull me under. |
Metallica, |
The Frayed Ends Of Sanity |
| 12177 |
Made a meal and threw it up on Sunday. I've got a lot of things to learn. |
Oasis, |
Stand By Me |
| 12178 |
Make the lights shine down on us, show us the road to go. Help us survive, make us arrive, teach us what we need to know. |
The Bee Gees, |
Wind Of Change |
| 12179 |
Many times I've lied, and many times I've listened, many times I've wondered how much there is to know. |
Led Zeppelin, |
Over The Hills And Far Away |
| 12180 |
Maybe it's the time of the year or maybe it's the time of man, I don't know who I am, but you know life is for learning. |
Joni Mitchell; Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young, |
Woodstock |
| 12181 |
Maybe we could learn a little lesson, maybe this all shine a little light, cause there's no healthy way to mess with the line between wrong and right. |
Randy Travis, |
The Hole |
| 12182 |
My English teacher, he's like, he's like Mr. Bu-fu. |
Frank and Moon Zappa, |
Valley Girl |
| 12183 |
My grammar be's ebonics, gin tonics, and chronic. |
Nelly, |
Country Grammar |
| 12184 |
My guard stood hard when abstract threats, too noble to neglect, deceived me into thinking, I had something to protect. |
Bob Dylan, |
My Back Pages |
| 12185 |
My school spirit is at an all time low, I'm losing my status at the school. |
Frank Zappa, |
Status Back Baby |
| 12186 |
My teacher said, how you gonna make your life? I said I can play guitar, it will be alright. |
Scorpions, |
The Same Thrill |
| 12187 |
Never entered any sports, didn't look too good in shorts. |
Sparks, |
Beat The Clock |
| 12188 |
Never was a gangsta, till I graduated to one. |
Eminem, |
Soldier |
| 12189 |
No end to sorrow, caused by the same endless fears. Why can't we learn from all we've been through after two thousand years? |
Billy Joel, |
Two Thousand Years |
| 12190 |
No guru, no method, no teacher, just you and I and nature, and the father in the garden. |
Van Morrison, |
In The Garden |
| 12191 |
Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street. |
Bob Dylan, |
Like A Rolling Stone |
| 12192 |
Nobody interested in learning, but the teacher. |
The Temptations, |
Ball Of Confusion |
| 12193 |
Nobody says you have to be ganstas and hoes. Read more, learn more, change the globe. |
NAS, |
I Can |
| 12194 |
Now that you're knowing, pleasure start flowing. |
The Moody Blues, |
Dawn: Dawn Is A Feeling |