Rebecca by* Bee Gees ( posters || see lyrics in plain text)
(from the album 'UNKNOWN')
In my mind , talk about Rebecca , suddenly so fine
In my mind , visions of Rebecca , suddenly she's mine
All night , seems she put a spell on me , oh yeah
All night , gonna be the death of me
I'll go out and get her
Rebecca , you're dreamin' out loud
Rebecca , you got your head in the clouds
You're savin' yourself for someone , Rebecca
Hangin' on tight , waiting for Rebecca , dancin' in the dark
Satin and lace , she's so fine and mellow
Creature from the stars
So wrong , runnin' with Rebecca now , oh yeah
So wrong , gonna be the death of me
I'll go out and get her
Rebecca , you're dreamin' out loud
Rebecca , you got your head in the clouds , alright
You're savin' yourself for someone , Rebecca
Rebecca , you're runnin' away
Rebecca , you can't face the day , alright
Cos you only live for the night
Rebecca , you're always runnin' around
(break)
Ooh , talk about Rebecca's eyes
Ev'rything you fantasize
Well, she drag you down to earth
She's the devil in disguise
Break you down to size
Rebecca , you're dreamin' out loud
Rebecca , you got your head in the clouds , alright
Savin' yourself for someone
Rebecca , ooh , you're runnin' away
Rebecca , you can't face the day , alright
You only live for the night , Rebecca
Rebecca , you're dreamin' out loud
Rebecca , you got your head in the clouds , alright
Savin' yourself for someone , Rebecca (fade)
2007-10-26 00:12:58
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answered by cheylavon 3
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poem:
Rebecca
by Hilaire Belloc
(1870 - 1953)
Who Slammed Doors For Fun And Perished Miserably
A trick that everyone abhors
In little girls is slamming doors.
A wealthy banker's little daughter
Who lived in Palace Green, Bayswater
(By name Rebecca Offendort),
Was given to this furious sport.
She would deliberately go
And slam the door like billy-o!
To make her uncle Jacob start.
She was not really bad at heart,
But only rather rude and wild;
She was an aggravating child...
It happened that a marble bust
Of Abraham was standing just
Above the door this little lamb
Had carefully prepared to slam,
And down it came! It knocked her flat!
It laid her out! She looked like that.
Her funeral sermon (which was long
And followed by a sacred song)
Mentioned her virtues, it is true,
But dwelt upon her vices too,
And showed the deadful end of one
Who goes and slams the door for fun.
The children who were brought to hear
The awful tale from far and near
Were much impressed, and inly swore
They never more would slam the door,
-- As often they had done before.
good luck
2007-10-26 01:31:15
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answered by ari-pup 7
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Well I found one. It was from the movie soundtrack from "Rebecca" that was released back in 1940 which starred Laurence Olivier and Joan Fontaine. It was based on the Daphne Du Maurier novel directed by Alfred Hitchcock, and was scored by Franz Waxman. The music/song is called "Rebecca's Room".
2007-10-26 00:18:30
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answered by Sumanitu Taka 7
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I most often attach the term "Free verse" to such, and even here you can find talented people who present in that way. I might, depending on the context of a piece, disagree with "No rhyme, rhythm, reason" Very often a free verse poem has internal rhyme, and certainly can be more than a diatribe narrative in some rhythm, but to say free verse is not poetry as so many do, wanting rhyming lines, is a sad mistake.
2016-04-10 06:52:04
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answered by Anonymous
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http://www.eltonography.com/songs/the_tide_will_turn_for_rebecca.html
2007-10-26 00:12:58
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answered by Anonymous
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