Arnold Schwarzenegger – Total Recall

Just finished this book…

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I really enjoyed it, especially the parts concerning his youth, background and his bodybuilding career.

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The political aspects weren’t as interesting to me. I’m not that much into politics, and certainly not American politics.

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His confession about his affair takes up a couple of pages, then he writes about his return to movie making.

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As we all knew “He’ll be back!”

All in all 7/10.

Violins and Tamborines

Looking out the window, staring at the road
Doesn’t really matter, which way to go
Everything is changing, nothing ever seems,
To stay the same

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap they say

Stopped on the way home, side of the road
met her at the drug store saving peoples souls
she offered me redemption, take a drink instead if thats ok

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap they say

Violins and Tambourines, n’ candy canes and magazines
Preachers sermons on the streets
I killed a man but is life is cheap

Violins and Tambourines n’ children sing songs in the street
Innocence is under rated, knock me out I’ll be sedated
Violins and Tambourines and how many drums in unity
Teach yourself romance or pay it, every time we meet you

wants to save me
she wants to save me
Can’t she save me
Won’t ya save me
Oh yeah

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The Graffiti On The Train

Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train oh no
Rolling in to her life
Oh the graffiti on the train oh

Stepped outside he left his lover sleeping
Rain falls he’s drowning in his secret
Wet streets are quiet as a church hall
Last house where children kick the football
Cross roads his heart is beating faster
Getting close to asking her the question
“Marry me” he wants to paint the words on
The night train he’s hiding with his spray cans
And that is going to ride
When the paint is done and dried oh come on

Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh the graffiti on the train
Oh she’ll never be the same oh no
Rolling in to her life
Oh the graffiti on the train oh

Day breaks as lovely as she wakes up
Sips her cup and dusts her face in make up
Black phone she hears the people whisper
Someone died themselves train has slipped up
Train comes the coach she’s always used to
The doors read a “Marry me I love you”
Heart stops ecstatic and suspicious
She makes the call but he does’nt pick the phone up
The train sped down the line
It was last train he would ride oh no

Oh graffiti on the train
Oh graffiti on the train
Oh graffiti on the train
Oh she will never be the same
Oh god rolling back into her life
Oh graffiti on the train oh

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Roll The Dice

My life is for life
I’m taking it
Not a day gives way to waste
All my days
I’ve walked along the line
Like a saint that sins with grace

Roll the dice
Roll the dice
Take a chance
It’s in your hands

High as the skyline
I’m balancing
On the edge, on the palm of my hand
No fear of falling
I look down, enjoy the view
Life won’t be the same again

Roll the dice

Voice in my head screams out
Nine lives are running out
What goes up must come down
Chances you’ll hit the ground
Everything’s relative
What you got left to give
Don’t you want time to live?
Made up your final wish
Taking another risk
Clenching another fist
Time give those wounds a lick
Teach an old dog new tricks
Luck will run out on you
Black cats in front of you
Mirror just broke in two
Everyone’s out to get you

Imagine to feel you’re on your own
Life with no family
Feel tomorrow’s inferior
It’s over
Today
Your show is over
Don’t you know
They’re out to get you…

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Prospice

PROSPICE

By Robert Browning

Fear death?—to feel the fog in my throat,
The mist in my face,
When the snows begin, and the blasts denote
I am nearing the place,
The power of the night, the press of the storm,
The post of the foe;
Where he stands, the Arch Fear in a visible form;
Yet the strong man must go:
For the journey is done and the summit attained,
And the barriers fall,
Though a battle’s to fight ere the guerdon be gained,
The reward of it all.
I was ever a fighter, so—one fight more,
The best and the last!
I would hate that Death bandaged my eyes, and forbore,
And made me creep past.
No! let me taste the whole of it, fare like my peers,
The heroes of old,
Bear the brunt, in a minute pay glad life’s arrears
Of pain, darkness and cold.
For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave.
The black minute’s at end,
And the elements’ rage, the fiend voices that rave,
Shall dwindle, shall blend,
Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain.
Then a light, then thy breast,
O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again,
And with God be the rest!

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Sonnet 116

Let me not to the marriage of true minds
Admit impediments. Love is not love
Which alters when it alteration finds,
Or bends with the remover to remove:
O no! it is an ever-fixed mark
That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
It is the star to every wandering bark,
Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken.
Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
Within his bending sickle’s compass come:
Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
But bears it out even to the edge of doom.
If this be error and upon me proved,
I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

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