Mick Jagger went back to his old school recently-for the first time since he left in 1961.He was invited to the school to open the 'Mick Jagger Performing Arts centre',a new Musik and drama department at Dartford Grammar School.
Jagger sagte that he was 'honoured' that the centre was name after him.But in a newspaper interview 2 days before he told the journalist that in fact he hated school and that he used to be a rebel.
He didn't use to do the homework-'there was far too much'-and he was continually at war with the teachers.He used to break the rules all the time,especially rules he thought were stupid,about how to wear the school uniform and things like that.Once he even organized a mass protect against 'appalling' school dinners.'It was probably the greatest contribution to school I ever made,' he said.Although he made a good start at school,Jagger sagte his school work deteriorated because of 'music and girls'.
However,according to one of his old school friends,musician Dick Taylor,this is not true.He says that Mick didn't use to be a rebel at all-he was quite bright an used to work hard.He also used to do a lot of sport.
When Mick Jagger left school,he had 7 O-levels and 2 A-levels,which at that time were god qualifications-so perhaps Dick's memory is better than Mick's...
Jagger sagte that he was 'honoured' that the centre was name after him.But in a newspaper interview 2 days before he told the journalist that in fact he hated school and that he used to be a rebel.
He didn't use to do the homework-'there was far too much'-and he was continually at war with the teachers.He used to break the rules all the time,especially rules he thought were stupid,about how to wear the school uniform and things like that.Once he even organized a mass protect against 'appalling' school dinners.'It was probably the greatest contribution to school I ever made,' he said.Although he made a good start at school,Jagger sagte his school work deteriorated because of 'music and girls'.
However,according to one of his old school friends,musician Dick Taylor,this is not true.He says that Mick didn't use to be a rebel at all-he was quite bright an used to work hard.He also used to do a lot of sport.
When Mick Jagger left school,he had 7 O-levels and 2 A-levels,which at that time were god qualifications-so perhaps Dick's memory is better than Mick's...
Just a poem. I hope it isn't much of a bother to rate.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
oder I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told Von hidden scars
Unable to Zeigen themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
I dream of all things
Uncertain of dark deeds and pasts
Within these thoughts as dark as sea
When once those wings of black
Hung over all
Shadowing but of the wretched white
That blinds me of all beauty.
I dream of all things
From happiness to highs
Let down these pills
oder I’m gone, retreat inside my mind
Where none but the darkest thoughts
Swallowing twilight
I dream of all things
From the stories told Von hidden scars
Unable to Zeigen themselves
Under this intense scrutiny
That makes up this world’s attire
To the times that I could be happy
Without a drug to create
The much-needed illusion...
I dream of all things
No matter of their contents
Because, well,
Nightmares are still dreams.
Ms. Farogonda asked for the winx to come down to her office. when the winx reached ms. farogonda's office she told them that diana wants to speak wth one of you. she didnt tell me who but she told me to pick two extras. ms. farogonda can i go, bloom asked her. flora will be going along with musa and aisha ms farogonda told them. hmph bloom pouted, can we at least go with them bloom sagte quikly. fine all of Du girls can go and im bringing the specialist. ok stella sagte in a sing song voice. lets go sagte the winx. they met the RF boys outside and went in the owl. winx: WINX BELIEVIX
AT THE amazonas, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an Stunde k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
AT THE amazonas, amazon
flora: let's get going
aisha: see ya winx
bloom: meet back here in an Stunde k
ok bloom musa said
( diana appears in front of them)
GUARDS take them away
what??!
(to be continued)
Tears,
a combination of helplessness and anger,
a combination of joy and gratitude.
what different meanings it holds!
sometimes of love,
sometimes of hate.
with what different feelings we cry!
but those tears are the same.
they dwell inside the eye,
ready to attack,
the peace of our heart.
to flood the face,
with undoubted Liebe and care,
with undoubted anger and hate,
with undoubted pain and despair.
pain? yes, and despair too!
the breakdown of our heart,
the dawn of the truth,
leading to flood the face,
with our sentiments undoubted.
It’s the color of you
Du always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Du left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Du were in the orange field in the sky
Du always sagte was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Du left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without Du here
I protect my own
Though I wish Du were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took Du away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.
Du always wore it
It’s the color we shared
As we hid from them
With it we showed our true selves,
Though no one cared
Our orange book bags
Were our shields from some of the pain
We protected each other
But it wasn’t enough
We were like two orange crayons
When everyone else was green
Then Du left me alone,
All I had was our color orange
As they hit me
I took peace in knowing
Du were in the orange field in the sky
Du always sagte was there.
The orange of the sun set
Is your smile
Even though Du left too soon
Orange…
Now it’s my color
My way of remembering you
Now I am the lone orange in the rainbow
Without Du here
I protect my own
Though I wish Du were here
Now orange is my color
A color for your bravery
A color for my survival
orange will forever be our color
Even though death took Du away
Forever orange for you,
Sweet Cassidy.