Off we go into the wild blue yonder,
climbing high into the sun.
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
at 'em boys give'm the gun!
Down we dive spouting our flames from under,
off with one hell-uv-a roar!
We live in fame or go down in flames,
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!
Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder,
sent it high into the blue.
Hands of men blasted the world asunder,
how they lived God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skys to conquer,
gave us wings ever to soar!
With scouts before and bombers galore,
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!
Here's a toast to the host of those who love the vastness of the sky.
To a friend we send a message of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
then down we roar to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of those we boast,
the U.S. Air Force!
Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
keep the wings level and true.
If you'd live to be a gray-haired wonder,
keep your nose out of the blue!
Fighting men guarding our nations borders,
we'll be there followed by more.
In echelon we carry on,
Nothing can stop the U.S. Air Force!
Robert Crawford, "Off We Go, Into the Wild Blue Yonder..."
Recessional
God of our fathers, known of old-
Lord of our far-flung battle-line-
Beneath whose awful Hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine-
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
The tumult and the shouting dies-
The captains and the kings depart-
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
Far-call'd our navies melt away-
On dune and headland sinks the fire-
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe-
Such boasting as the Gentiles use
Or lesser breeds without the Law-
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget, lest we forget!
For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard-
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard-
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Rudyard Kipling
"The heart treasures secrets not worth the telling."
-- unknown
"You can never walk through the same stream twice."
-- Heraclitus
If
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, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and 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 you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools;
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath 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: "Hold on";
If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor 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 seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And -- which is more -- you'll be a Man my son!
by Rudyard Kipling
SECOND WITCH.
"By the pricking of my thumbs,
Something wicked this way comes:--
Open, locks, whoever knocks!"
Shakespeare: MacBeth (IV, i, 44-46)
"The die is cast. The step is taken, and I cannot draw back. So said
Julius Caesar when he crossed the Rubicon.
"I have set my life upon the cast
And I will stand the hazard of the die."
Shakespeare: Richard III., v.4
The title of a song in the wonderful MGM movie "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" (with Jane Powell and Howard Peel), where the heroine, Milly, is teaching her new brothers-in-law how to behave properly in order to find wives of their own.
Music by Gene de Paul; lyrics by Johnny Mercer.
What do the stuck-ups,
the emaciated and the fops know,
what do they know what is tango,
what do they know about rhythm?
Here is the elegance,
what a look, what a silhouette,
what an appearance, what an arrogance,
what a class to dance.
This is how the tango is danced,
while I "draw" a figure eight,
for this fancy footwork,
I am like a painter.
Now here is a run,
a turn, a sitting.
This is how the tango is danced,
a tango of my flower.
This is how the tango is danced,
feeling in the face,
the blood that raises in each beat,
while the arm,
like a serpent,
coils around the waist,
that it is going to break.
This is how the tango is danced,
mixing the breath,
closing the eyes
to hear better,
as the violins say to the bellows,
why from that night,
Malena sung no more.
This is how the tango is danced,
while I "draw" a figure eight,
for these fancy footwork,
I am like a painter.
Now here is a run,
a turn, a sitting.
This is how the tango is danced,
a tango of my flower.
"Así
Se Baila el Tango" (that's how the tango is danced)
lyrics by Marvil and translated by Alberto Paz
ANTONY:
"O, pardon me, thou bleeding piece of earth,
That I am meek and gentle with these butchers!
Thou art the ruins of the noblest man
That ever lived in the tide of times.
Woe to the hand that shed this costly blood!
Over thy wounds now do I prophesy
(Which like dumb mouths do ope their ruby lips
To beg the voice and utterance of my tongue)
A curse shall light upon the limbs of men;
Domestic fury and fierce civil strife
Shall cumber all the parts of Italy;
Blood and destruction shall be so in use,
And dreadful objects so familiar,
That mothers shall but smile when they behold
Their infants quarter'd with the hands of war;
All pity choked with custom of fell deeds,
And Caesar's spirit ranging for revenge,
With Ate by his side come hot from hell,
Shall in these confines with a monarch's voice
Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war,
That this foul deed shall smell above the earth
With carrion men, groaning for burial.
W. Shakespeare's "Julius Caesar"
Eliza
Bed, bed, I couldn't go to bed
My head's too light to try to set it down
Sleep! Sleep! I couldn't sleep tonight
Not for all the jewels in the crown
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know
What made it so exciting
Why all at once
My heart took flight
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night!
Servant 1
It's after three now...
Servant 2
Don't you agree now
She ought to be in bed.
Eliza
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know
What made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced all night!
Mrs. Pearce
I understand, dear
It's all been grand, dear
But now it's time to sleep...
Eliza
I could have danced all night
I could have danced all night
And still have begged for more
I could have spread my wings
And done a thousand things
I've never done before
I'll never know
What made it so exciting
Why all at once my heart took flight
I only know when he
Began to dance with me
I could have danced, danced, danced
All night!
from director George Cukor's movie "My Fair Lady," based loosely on the far better play "Pygmalion" by George Bernard Shaw