How many roads must a man walk down?

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Bob Dylan – Blowin in the Wind:

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Blowin’ In The Wind -Bob Dylan – Lyrics:

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Instead of threescore years and ten, it may be some half fourscore and four now.

http://www.singstat.gov.sg/statistics/visualising-data/charts/life-expectancy-at-birth

Psalm 90:10 King James Version (KJV)

10 The days of our years are threescore years and ten; and if by reason of strength they be fourscore years, yet is their strength labour and sorrow; for it is soon cut off, and we fly away.

https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Psalm+90%3A10&version=KJV

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“I’m just gonna go… find something else for my whole life to be about.”

After all, I share the same initials as that two-headed ZB.

http://www.imdb.com/character/ch0007549/quotes

http://www.bbcamerica.com/anglophenia/2015/05/happy-towel-day-9-zaphod-beeblebrox-quotes-for-any-occasion

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I is Fool – 憨人

心上一字敢 面对我的梦 甘愿来作憨人

DARE to BARE your heart – Face your dreams head on – Willing to be a Fool

五月天 Mayday【憨人 Fool】:

五月天

憨人

作词:阿信
作曲:阿信
编曲:五月天

我的心内感觉 人生的沈重 不敢来振动
我不是好子 嘛不是歹人 我只是爱眠梦
我不愿随浪随风 飘浪西东 亲像船无港
我不愿做人 奸巧钻缝 甘愿来作憨人

我不是头脑空空 我不是一只米虫
人啊人 一世人 要安怎欢喜 过春夏秋冬

我有我的路 有我的梦 梦中的那个世界 甘讲伊是一场空
我走过的路 只有希望 希望你我讲过的话 放在心肝内 总有一天

看到满天全金条 要煞无半项 环境来戏弄
背景无够强 天才无够弄 逐项是拢输人
只好看破这虚华 不怕路歹行 不怕大雨淋
心上一字敢 面对我的梦 甘愿来作憨人

我不是头脑空空 我不是一只米虫
人啊人 一世人 要安怎欢喜 过春夏秋冬

我有我的路 有我的梦 梦中的那个世界 甘讲伊是一场空
我走过的路 只有希望 希望你我讲过的话 放在心肝内 总有一天

我知影总会有一天

啦~~~

我有我的路 我有我的梦
总会有一天 总会有一天

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我有我的路 有我的梦 梦中的那个世界 甘讲伊是一场空

I have my own road – Have my own dream – But that world in my dream – After all is said and done, is but empty space

 

Soy un perdedor – I’m a loser

Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Beck – Loser:

In the time of chimpanzees I was a monkey
Butane in my veins and I’m out to cut the junkie
With the plastic eyeballs, spray-paint the vegetables
Dog food skulls with the beefcake pantyhose
Kill the headlights and put it in neutral
Stock car flaming with the loser in the cruise control
Baby’s in Reno with the vitamin D
Got a couple of couches, sleep on the love-seat
Someone came in saying I’m insane to complain
About a shotgun wedding and a stain on my shirt
Don’t believe everything that you breathe
You get a parking violation and a maggot on your sleeve
So shave your face with some mace in the dark
Saving all your food stamps and burning down the trailer park
Yo, cut it

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Double barrel buckshot)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?

The forces of evil in a bozo nightmare
Ban all the music with the phony gas chamber
Cause one’s got a weasel and the other’s got a flag
One’s on the pole, shove the other in a bag
With the rerun shows and the cocaine nose-job
The daytime crap of the folksinger slob
He hung himself with a guitar string
A slab of turkey-neck and its hanging from a pigeon wing
You can’t get right if you can’t relate
Trade the cash for the beat for the body for the hate
And my time is a piece of wax falling on a termite
Who’s choking on the splinters

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Get crazy with the cheese whiz)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Drive-by body pierce)
(Yo, bring it on down)

I’m a driver I’m a winner
Things are gonna change, I can feel it

Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(I can’t believe you)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Sprechen Sie Deutsch, eh, baby?)
Soy un perdedor
I’m a loser baby, so why don’t you kill me?
(Know what I’m sayin’?)