Ziggy Quotes

Ziggy, when you go up bring me up and when you go down don't let me down. Stephen, Money can't buy you life.

I like it when you ask me to come!” he called after me. “I can’t wait to come tonight, Ziggy! Should I come around eight? Or do you want me to come around ten? Maybe I’ll come both times?

Good grief," said Merlin. "You look like the bastard child of Dumbledore and David Bowie. No, sorry, Dumbledore and Ziggy Stardust.

Keep your 'lectric eye on me babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah! - Moonage Daydream

Tiap orang, sebagaimanpun kita mengenalnya, selalu jauh lebih dalam dari yang kita pikir.

there's a rainbow in the sky, all the time, don't be blind

Now that we know you're not a hundred percent vampire you should stop trying to suck necks," I said to Ziggy. "I'll try," Ziggy said, "but it's a hard habit to break.

Bacalah banyak buku tanpa mengerti artinya. Bermainlah tanpa takut sakit. Tonton televisi tanpa takut jadi bodoh. Bermanja-manjalah tanpa takut dibenci. Makanlah tanpa takut gendut. Percayalah tanpa takut kecewa. Sayangilah orang tanpa takut dikhianati. Hanya sekarang kamu bisa mendapatkan semua itu. Rugi, kalau kamu tidak memanfaatkan saat-saat ini untuk hidup tanpa rasa takut.

I’m not crazy for feeling this way. They’re crazy for trying to stop me. And if it’s the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won’t let them have it.

At some point you have to stop and say ‘Enough. This is me.’ and fight for it as hard as you can.

Free spirits have to soar." "True Religion

Tapi, rindu itu tidak bisa disuruh-suruh. Kalau sudah datang, dia maunya malas-malasan saja, sampai bosan sendiri dan pergi sendiri.

for one moment in time, two lonely astronauts floating in space, finally find each other.

You're damaged too. But that's what makes you special. Some things are better damaged.

Tapi, yang lebih menakutkan dari apapun yang pernah kita takutkan adalah kalau kita terus-terusan merasa takut.

The things that scare you the most are the things that bring you closer to who you’re meant to be.

He looks at me. And smiles. "Just us remember?To the moon," he whispers.

Your imagination is your safe space, an escape pod to another dimension where you're free to be.

I don't care if it hurts, I'm tired of lies and all these games, I've reached a point in life, and no longer can I be this way, don't come crying to me, I too have shed my share of tears. I'm moving on, yes I'm grooving on.

Kadang-kadang, orang membaca buku supaya dikira pintar. Lalu mereka membaca buku sastra terkenal, buku yang mendapat penghargaan. Dan, meskipun mereka ngga menyukainya, mereka bilang sebaliknya karena ingin dianggap bisa memahami sastrawan kelas atas. Ini adalah hal bodoh. Jangan pernah membaca karena ingin dianggap pintar; bacalah karena kamu mau membaca, dan dengan sendirinya kamu akan jadi pintar.

So each thought is like an invisible string, right? Grab one like this--' He acts like he's pulling a long string from his forehead. 'Then blow it in the wind and watch it float away. Keep doing that till your mind's clear.

Tumbuh dewasa rasanya seperti itu. Waktu masih kecil, semua orang perhatian. Tapi, begitu dewasa, sedikit demi sedikit, kamu hilang dari pandangan.

If you just amass the courage that is necessary, you can completely reinvent yourself. You can be your own hero.

I just got into the Beatles a couple of years ago, you know, I like it.

Margo?" came Mom's voice from the kitchen. "Honey, is that you?" I rolled my eyes. "No, it's a burglar. I've come to steal all your silverware and jewelry. And your cat," I added, giving Ziggy another scratch.

Yah, begitulah orang zaman sekarang. Kalau tidak percaya pada hal yang sama dengan mereka, kau setan. Tidak boleh berpikir sama sekali, sepertinya. Saya rasa, mereka rasa, berpikir itu kerjaannya setan! Padahal kita kan disuruh sering-sering berpikir, benar tidak?

Hi, Hanna.” Her mouth dropped open and her beautiful eyes went wide. “You didn’t call me Ziggy.” Smiling, I whispered, “I know.” “Say it again?” Her voice came out husky, as if she was asking me to touch her again, to kiss her again.

Early to bed, early to rise,” Ziggy said. “Early or late,

Ziggy was Jensen’s sister. Ziggy was the kid I never knew. Hanna was this uninhibited, self-possessed woman in front of me who I was pretty sure was going to effectively wreck my world.

We sway and disappear in each other's arms, and "So Far Away" starts crooning through the speakers, and for one moment in time, two lonely astronauts floating in space finally find each other.

They got it all wrong. They think they’re doing good with their fight and their ignorance and discrimination and all that. But really, they’re killing the earth with it.

Hello? Testing? My name is Jonathan Collins. I am seventeen years old. Today is... some day in July 1993. And I am okay. Scratch that, I am more than okay. I am... I am... I AM.

Menangis itu perlu, meskipun membuat muka jelek dan bengkak, dan orang-orang bilang itu memalukan.

That’s how we all feel about our dogs, isn’t it? They don’t have to be champions in the ring to be champions in our hearts.

Lain kali, jangan terlalu takut sama orang. Just remember, prinsip kehidupan itu sama seperti ketika berpapasan dengan ular: yang satu sama takutnya dengan yang lain.

So Einstein says, "The universe is always conspiring for your greatest good," huh? If that were true, we wouldn't be living here. Not in this broken time, not in this broken city, not on this broken planet with my broken Ziggy cross pieces. No. We'd be on our caravel ride through the stars. Together.

Le premier verre est aussi doux que la vie, le deuxième est aussi fort que l'amour, le troisième est aussi amer que la mort.

Meskipun ada mayat di dalam lubang kubur, tetap sulit menentukan siapa yang baru saja mati.

How was a feeling be so bad if it makes me feel so good?

Yang lebih penting dari bertutur kata baik adalah bertutur kata dengan tepat.

Early to bed, early to rise," Ziggy said. "Early or late, sleep is sleep," Victor grunted

Well, mungkin kesedihan nggak usah dijadikan alasan untuk membuat orang nggak nyaman. Kita semua pernah sedih, dan kita boleh merasa sedih; just don’t bum each other out too much over it

Hari ini, di pemakaman, ada orang yang dikubur, dan ada orang yang mengubur. Namun sepertinya, kematian mengambil keduanya —satu orang mati dan satu orang hidup. Bukan sepenuhnya salah kematian, kurasa. Kematian hanya mengambil satu dari mereka. Masalahnya, yang ditinggal masih berusaha mengejarnya, berharap kematian mau mengembalikan apa yang ia ambil.

Saya nggak tahu. Kamu juga nggak tahu. Tapi, kita nggak akan pernah tahu akhirnya kalau kita bahkan nggak memulai, kan? Kita akan selalu berpikir kalau ada sesuatu yang salah dengan kita; dan mungkin saja memang ada. Tapi, terus kenapa?

Squeak sq-squeak sq-squeak: fifty tennis shoes jumping and skipping against the waxed wood floor. Dodgeball. Perfect. It smells like the armpits of Satan in here.

People use words to hate each other too much. I don't want to be one of those people. I'll just talk to myself like I have been all these years anyways. It's safer that way...

Warm chairs. I don't know, like I'm sitting on someone's leftover germs.

Everyone's damaged in their own way

Ah, manusia memang kebanyakan kaget, itu karena mereka punya terlalu banyak perkiraan. Jadi, kalau perkiraannya salah, kagetlah mereka.

Til there was Rock You only had God. - Sweet Head

Hidup jalan terus. Meskipun seribu orang mati, kalau kamu belum mati, belum ada kata berhenti.

All the knives seem to lacerate your brain I've had my share I'll help you with the pain - Rock and Roll Suicide

He takes my hand, traces some lines on my palms..."And maybe one day we won't have to come all the way up here to be safe, you know? Maybe one day we can stay...down here...you know?

Confession Who knows more of Wanda, the wan, than I do? And who knows more of Terry, the torn, than I do? And who knows more than I do of Ziggy, the Zap, fleeing the rap, using his eyes and teeth to spring the trap, than I do!      Or did. Good Lord, forbid that morning’s acre, held in the palm

…she had a dream, and in that dream Jesus came to her and said, ‘You are from the stars and you came here to heal the world,’ so she made her mom and dad change her name to Starla. I think it’s cosmically perfect, like her, and kind of fitting because her face is covered in a galaxy of freckles.

Tapi, selayaknya pacar tak jadi, gue akan step back kalau lo sudah menemukan yang lebih baik.

Your eyes are so— I don't know— they do something weird to me..." "Yeah? Yours do something weird to me, too, Jonathan...

Kesedihan membawa mereka pergi dan berakhir di sini. Di mana air mata tidak pernah pergi, di mana kesedihan bertahan dan kehidupan berakhir.

Itu yang seharusnya dilakukan orang kalau ia berutang budi: mencari cara untuk membayar utangnya; bahkan meskipun utang itu tidak pernah, dan tidak akan pernah, ditagih.

Tidak ada yang bisa tahu apa yang kamu rasakan - sayang atau tidak - kalau kamu tidak mengatakan, atau menunjukkannya dengan benar.

I mumble a youknowwhatever and shuffle my Chucks on the tiles. Whoa, first time I've really noticed them. Holy scuffed to hell.

Menyayangi itu adalah kegiatan yang menakutkan.

Kematian itu hal baik, kita kembali kepada Tuhan. Kematian hanya menjadi buruk ketika manusia tidak bisa merelakan

It turned out that a conversation with Bonnie was just like being in labour: the pain could always get much, much worse.   chapter fifty-three ‘Ziggy is a lovely little boy,’ said the psychologist.

I’m too selfish to ask you to stop missing me, Ziggy,” I tell her quietly. “So…please don’t stop. Please hang tight. Just hang in there for me. I promise, I’m trying. Okay?” She sighs, a soft smile lifting her mouth. “Kay.

Older Fags and Younger Fags, Like Legally Young. Daddies. Zeus and Ganymede. Ganymede was a child, Ziggy schooled her. Yeah, You Were There, Michelle retorted, On Mount Olympus. You Were Working the Door. You Carded Ganymede.

Jane felt that strange lurch she sometimes experienced when she got distracted by her life, and then something (it was often Ziggy) made her remember just in time the appropriate way for a nice, ordinary, well-mannered grown-up to behave.

Tumbuh dewasa rasanya seperti itu. Waktu masih kecil, semua orang perhatian. Tapi, begitu dewasa, sedikit demi sedikit, kamu hilang dari pandangan. Makannya, orang dewasa pakai make-up, berdandan rapi, pakai baju bagus ... Karena kalau ngga, ngga akan ada yang melihat mereka. Penampilan, bagi orang dewasa, itu seperti baju untuk manusia transparan —membuat orang sadar kalau mereka ada. Karena biasanya, di dunia orang dewasa, orang-orang ngga punya cukup perhatian untuk menunggu kamu bicara dan bilang kalau kamu ada.

To dare is to lose one's footing momentarily. Not to dare is to lose oneself.’” “The other one, Daddy,” Ziggy say quietly. He kisses her forehead. “‘The most common form of despair is not being who you are.’” Ziggy smiles. “That’s my favorite.” “And my favorite,” Dr. B says, as he shifts Ziggy on his lap, “is—” A new voice breaks in. I glance over my shoulder to see Ren smiling down at me, hands in his pockets. “‘To cheat oneself out of love,’” he says, “‘is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation.

There was a picture of Don Hector on the wall and next to the television was a phonograph with a large collection of cylinders. I looked through them. They were a mixture of old favourites – Dark Side of the Moon, Rumours, Ziggy Stardust – mixed with jazz and a little Puccini.

I can feel me again. And I fix what's been broken in me all along... I don't want to imagine hiding on the moon or being on some space adventure in the stars anymore. This is the world I want to live in. Right here. With him. Because for the first time in my life, being in Web's arms, I feel free.

Dan kau telah menjadi begitu mirip dengan dunia itu sendiri; karena keberadaanmu begitu baik, sementara ketidakpedulianmu begitu kejam. Namun, saya memilih untuk menerima apa yang diberikan dunia ini kepada saya; yaitu kau, dan kemampuanmu menghancurkan hati saya - sedikit demi sedikit dan setiap waktu.

According to this thing I saw on the internet, cats and dogs use expressions on us that they don’t use on each other. This being on account of the fact that we effectively co-evolved together. So unless sheep are susceptible to a look of long-suffering patience, I’m going to say that the one Ziggy gave me was reserved for humans.

The things that make you different are your superpowers.

Just Do What you feel, and Don't you fool yourself

Our treks were not made together We've only made an encounter.

like being able to see how I got from Deep Purple to Howlin’ Wolf in twenty-five moves; I am no longer pained by the memory of listening to “Sexual Healing” all the way through a period of enforced celibacy, or embarrassed by the reminder of forming a rock club at school, so that I and my fellow fifth-formers could get together and talk about Ziggy Stardust and Tommy.

A long term relationship is priceless! Divorce isn't. This book should help you get it right the first time. Since it just came out however, it will help you get it right the next time also.

This makes no sense. None of it does. But maybe that's the point. Maybe the things that make the least amount of sense are the things you're supposed to do. I don't know. - I look at him, looking back at me. - But one thing I know: I'm not crazy for feeling this way. They're crazy for trying to stop me. And if it's the last time I ever get to feel joy again, I won't let them have it.

Web" She nods again. "And how does that make you feel?" -How does that make me feel? Like I was living in the middle of Fourth of July fireworks. Like I was exploding with so much joy there would have never been a Vietnam War because my joy would have caused world peace.- "It's wrong, and I'm sick." That's what I say. Because anything else and I'll be carted off right here, right now.

I knew it. She can telepathically hear me. Can't you, Starla? Well, here's the truth: Web is the dreamiest dreamboat I've ever met, a whambamthankyouma'am sucker punch to my heart. And when he held my hand, I thought I'd burst into stardust right there. And when he looks in my eyes, I feel...safe. How can that be? How can a feeling that's so wrong feel so right, Starla? Huh? Help me, please.

Ziggy is in front of the tube, as if nothing much has been happening in his day, watching Scooby Goes Latin! (1990). Maxine after a quick visit to the bathroom to reformat, knowing better than to start in with the Q&A, comes in and sits down next to him about the time it breaks for a commercial. “Hi, Mom.” She wants to enfold him forever. Instead lets him recap the plot for her. Shaggy, somehow allowed to drive the van, has become confused and made some navigational errors, landing the adventurous quintet eventually in Medellín, Colombia, home at the time to a notorious cocaine cartel, where they stumble onto a scheme by a rogue DEA agent to gain control of the cartel by pretending to be the ghost—what else—of an assassinated drug kingpin. With the help of a pack of local street urchins, however, Scooby and his pals foil the plan.

Well, she’d chosen this. She’d chosen to live by the beach, as if she had as much right as anyone else. She could reward herself for two hours’ work with a walk on the beach. A walk on the beach in the middle of the day. She could go back to Blue Blues, buy a coffee to go and then take an arty photo of it sitting on a fence with the sea in the background and post it on Facebook with a comment: Work break! How lucky am I? People would write, Jealous! If she packaged the perfect Facebook life, maybe she would start to believe it herself. Or she could even post, Mad as hell!! Ziggy the only one in the class not invited to a birthday party!! Grrrrr. And everyone would write comforting things, like, WTF? and Awwww. Poor little Ziggy! She could shrink her fears down into innocuous little status updates that drifted away on the news feeds of her friends.

I’m not really sure why Ziggy puts up with me. I’m broken. Mostly because of the broken woman who spawned me. I swear, adults should have to get a license to make a kid. Prove they’ve got their shit together before they bring a child into the world. My mom tried, I think. She thought she could piece herself into something resembling a mother by dropping the drugs and dropping the need to feed her overblown selfish streak. But she failed.

Biasanya, orang-orang membenci anak kecil yang menangis keras-keras. Mereka berisik, dan biasanya mereka menangis karena hal tolol, padahal orang-orang yang mendengar anak kecil menangis pasti punya lebih banyak hal untuk ditangisi.

Then it happens. His image appears again, skipping and scraping through the guy testifying. Web. Torn and broken. A face I'd previously only seen in the mirror. No projected back to me, because of me. And still he's smiling. Glommeting like a starfolk. Of course I've thought about every possible way to go back. To sneak away, hide, and wait. To apologize, or have him spit on my face. But I can't. I can't wonder what he's doing right now. And right now. And right now. I can't taste his cherry-candy lips, feel his heart pounding in my mouth. I can't. And I can't turn off the light switch he's flipped on inside me, no matter how hard I try. And I have tried. Tried so hard. But I can't. I know I'm not supposed to feel this way and I hate myself for it, but...I can't stop thinking about him- A jolt zings my thighs. I wince, but try not to flinch. I have to learn to live with this, because... Secret: I know now I can never be fixed.

Kalau malaikat sedang enggak duduk di pelangi, mereka ada di mana?" Kupikir, Sierrra akan membutuhkan waktu sepuluh detik untuk berpikir, tetapi dia langsung menjawab dengan sangat yakin, "Di atas bintang, tentu saja. Kamu pikir kenapa ada bintang jatuh?

Those who accuse these women of fraud in their image craft seem not to have heard of David Bowie's successful alter ego Ziggy Stardust or even Bob Dylan, the folksy creation of a genius named Robert Allen Zimmerman. There is a tradition of male artists taking on personae that are understood to be part of their art. It is as though there is so much genius within them that it must be split between these mortal men and the characters they create. Women who venture to do the same are ridiculed as fakers and try-hards.

As if somehow irony,” she recaps for Maxine, “as practiced by a giggling mincing fifth column, actually brought on the events of 11 September, by keeping the country insufficiently serious — weakening its grip on ‘reality.’ So all kinds of make-believe—forget the delusional state the country’s in already—must suffer as well. Everything has to be literal now.” “Yeah, the kids are even getting it at school.” Ms. Cheung, an English teacher who if Kugelblitz were a town would be the neighborhood scold, has announced that there shall be no more fictional reading assignments. Otis is terrified, Ziggy less so. Maxine will walk in on them watching Rugrats or reruns of Rocko’s Modern Life, and they holler by reflex, “Don’t tell Ms. Cheung!” “You notice,” Heidi continues, “how ‘reality’ programming is suddenly all over the cable, like dog shit? Of course, it’s so producers shouldn’t have to pay real actors scale. But wait! There’s more! Somebody needs this nation of starers believing they’re all wised up at last, hardened and hip to the human condition, freed from the fictions that led them so astray, as if paying attention to made-up lives was some form of evil drug abuse that the collapse of the towers cured by scaring everybody straight again.

Carole King sings on the radio. A white cop beams a light through the window. The little boy’s father is dragged out of the car.” He yells, punching the wind with his words. “Crunching. Beating. Screaming. ‘Shut the fuck up, Injun, go back to your land!’ ‘This is my land!’ ‘Don’t you talk back to us!’” Pools of sweat drip from his forehead. “More screaming. Crunching. Beating. The little boy crawls in the back seat, curls up, cries. The cops drive away. A huge dust cloud blows all around the father and son. The little boy opens the back door. He looks down. His father lies in a river of blood. His eyes, dilated. The little boy’s superhero was dead.

Dan, jujur saja, hidup sendirian membuatku semakin sinting—bicara pada diri sendiri, membaca buku keras-keras di dalam kamar mandi, dan memutar film tanpa menontonnya hanya agar ruangan nggak terasa terlalu sunyi. Aku sudah sampai pada titik di mana aku bosan mendengar suara sendiri. Kalau ada stalker yang ingin bicara kepadaku, aku siap menerimanya, asal dia mengeluarkan suara yang berbeda dariku.

Aku melanjutkan sekolah, masuk kuliah, dan diburu-buru selesai; lalu setelahnya, diburu-buru kerja. Setelah masuk kerja, merasa tersesat karena ini bukan pekerjaan yang kuinginkan. Tapi, kalau aku mau berhenti sebentar untuk memikirkan apa yang kuinginkan, orang-orang akan berlari melewatiku dan bersikap meremehkan. Ngga menyadari bahwa mereka hanya anggota dari kelompok orang-orang yang ngga berpikir.

go. In order for the data-inputting side of her job to be both profitable and bearable she had to work fast. The first time an accountant gave her a job, he’d told her it was about six to eight hours’ work. She’d done it in four, charged him for six. Since her first job she’d gotten even faster. It was like playing a computer game, seeing if she could get to a higher level each time. It wasn’t her dream job, but she did quite enjoy the satisfaction of transforming a messy pile of paperwork into neat rows of figures. She loved calling up her clients, who were now mostly small-business people like Pete, and telling them she’d found a new deduction. Best of all, she was proud of the fact that she’d supported herself and Ziggy for the last five years without having to ask her parents for money, even if it had meant that she sometimes worked well into the night while he slept. This

was no one else there to comfort her. There was only him. The real him. She stepped forward and laid her head against his chest. Samantha: I’ll never forget the moment when Perry and Celeste walked into the trivia night. There was like this ripple across the room. Everyone just stopped and stared. 23. Isn’t this FANTASTIC!” cried Madeline to Chloe as they took their really very excellent seats in front of the giant ice rink. “You can feel the cold from the ice! Brrr! Oh! Can you hear the music? I wonder where the princesses—” Chloe had reached over and placed one hand gently over her mother’s mouth. “Shhh.” Madeline knew she was talking too much because she was feeling anxious and ever so slightly guilty. Today needed to be stupendous to make it worth the rift she’d created between herself and Renata. Eight kindergarten children, who would otherwise be attending Amabella’s party, were here watching Disney On Ice because of Madeline. Madeline looked past Chloe at Ziggy, who was nursing a giant stuffed toy on his lap. Ziggy was the reason they were here today, she reminded herself. Poor Ziggy wouldn’t have been at the party. Dear little fatherless Ziggy. Who was possibly a secret psychopathic bully . . . but still! “Are you taking care of Harry the Hippo this weekend, Ziggy?” she said brightly. Harry the Hippo was the class toy. Every weekend it went home with a different child, along with a scrapbook that had to be returned with a little story about the weekend, accompanied by photos. Ziggy nodded mutely. A child of few words. Jane leaned forward, discreetly chewing gum as always. “It’s quite stressful having Harry to stay. We have to give Harry a good time. Last weekend he went on a roller coaster— Ow!” Jane recoiled as one of the twins, who was sitting next to her and fighting his brother, elbowed her in the back of the head. “Josh!” said Celeste sharply. “Max! Just stop it!” Madeline wondered if Celeste was OK today. She looked pale and tired, with purplish shadows under her eyes, although on Celeste they looked like an artful makeup effect that everyone should try. The lights in the auditorium began to dim, and then went to black. Chloe clutched Madeline’s arm. The music began to pound, so loud that Madeline could feel the vibrations. The ice rink filled with an

From strange alter-egos, to the occult concept of androgyny, and of course including references to Aleister Crowley and his Thelema, David Bowie did decades ago what pop stars are doing now. “Bowie’s alter-ego named Ziggy Stardust was a representation of the “illuminated man” who has reached the highest level of initiation: androgyny. There was also a lot of one eye things going on. Drawing the Kabbalistic Tree of Life The difference between Bowie and today’s pop stars is that he was rather open regarding the occult influence in his act and music. In a 1995 interview, Bowie stated: “My overriding interest was in cabbala and Crowleyism. That whole dark and rather fearsome never-world of the wrong side of the brain.” In his 1971 song Quicksand, Bowie sang: “I’m closer to the Golden Dawn Immersed in Crowley’s uniform of imagery” (Golden Dawn is the name of a Secret Society that had Crowley as member). These are only some examples of the occult influence on Bowie’s work and an entire book could be written on the subject. Since the main antagonist of Labyrinth is a sorcerer who also happens to enjoy singing impromptu pop songs, David Bowie was a perfect fit for the role.

The more red meat and blood we eat, the more blood thirsty and violent we get. The more vegetarian food we eat, the more peaceful we become.” – Ziggy Marley

Redemption Song Featuring Ziggy Marley Lauryn: Oh Pirates yes they rob I Stole I from the merchant ships Minutes after they took I From the bottomless pit But my hand was made strong By the hand of the Allmighty We forward in this generation Triumphantly Won't you help to sing these songs of freedom 'Cause all I ever have Redemption Songs (x3) Ziggy & Lauryn: Emancipate yourself from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Yes, some say it's just a part of it But we've got to fulfill the book Won't you help us sing Another song of freedom 'Cause all I ever have Redemption Song (x3) L. Boogie Lauryn: Yo, If they can stop this fruit They would pop this route Chop this fruit Treat us like a prostitute Knock this youth See me in my cocky suit God's recruit From fallin even God's salute Tribal truth Ja people can't be mute Share my youth to Babylon can't regroup Sing, to Babylon can't regroup Sing, to Babylon can't regroup Lauryn & Ziggy: Emancipate yourself from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our minds Have no fear for atomic energy 'Cause none of them can stop the time How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say it's just a part of it We've got to fulfill the book Won't you help to sing Another song of freedom, yeah 'Cause all I ever have Redemption song (x 5)

its okay Ziggy, everyone is scared of something" "even you Sportacus"? "no

I called the bartender, told him to bring me another beer. I sat there drinking it, and forgetting Earl Walker. It was funny, though, you live with something for part of a week, night and day. You let it fill your mind, and you find weak places in the investigation done ahead of you. It becomes a challenge. There are a lot of questions that need answers. They beat at you, insisting you find the answers, and find out why the cops ahead of you overlooked them. Tino Gonsmart. Ziggy. Too much sense to talk about Ruby. And

Besides satisfying his carnal appetites,” Bob replied, “Ziggy polished his skills as a scam artist, hence his many enemies. Don’t act surprised. Vampires aren’t known for their moral scruples.