Lance Armstrong on Telling His Son the Truth - Oprah's Next Chapter - Oprah Winfrey Network
Lance Armstrong, a father of five, has been denying allegations that he doped for his 13-year-old son Luke's entire life. Watch as Lance shares the moment he knew he had to tell Luke the truth and tell him to stop defending his reputation online. How did Luke react? Find out now.
Lance Armstrong By Oprah Winfrey
Mais uma polémica sobre Lance Armstrong. Algo está mal contado nesta história. O que sempre negou agora é tudo verdade??? Ou será mais, como diz o ditado "se não consegues vencê-los junta-te a eles"??? A partir de agora irão rolar muitas cabeças. Se ele se dopou como conseguiram deturpar os resultados??? O que a UCI anda a fazer??? Em breve Iremos ter mais noticias sobre este caso
Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
You have no word
Trip, trip to a dream dragon
Hide your wings in a ghost tower
Sails cackling at every plate we break
Was cracked by scattered needles
The little minute gong coughs and clears his throat
Madam you see before you stand
Hey ho, never be still
The old original favorite grand
Grasshoppers green Herbarian band
And the tune they play is "In Us Confide"
So trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro'
You have no word
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Isn't it good to be lost in the wood
Isn't it bad so quiet there, in the wood
Meant even less to me than I thought
With a honey plough of yellow prickly seeds
Clover honey pots and mystic shining feed...
Well, the madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
"Cheat" he cried shouting kangaroo
It's true in their tree they cried
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
The madcap laughed at the man on the border
Hey ho, huff the Talbot
The winds they blew and the leaves did wag
But they'll never put me in their bag
The seas will reach and always seep
So high you go, so low you creep
The wind it blows in tropical heat
The drones they throng on mossy seats
The squeaking door will always squeak
Two up, two down we'll never meet
So merrily trip forgo my side
Please leave us here
Close our eyes to the octopus ride!
Lou Reed & John Cale - Small Town
From Lou's fantastic song cycle, Song's For Drella. About the life and work of Reed and Cale's mentor, Andy Warhol.
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When you're growing up in a small town
When you're growing up in a small town
When you're growing up in a small town
You say no one famous ever came from here
When you're growing up in a small town
and you're having a nervous breakdown
and you think that you'll never escape it
Yourself or the place that you live
Where did Picasso come from
There's no Michelangelo coming from Pittsburgh
If art is the tip of the iceberg
I'm the part sinking below
When you're growing up in a small town
Bad skin, bad eyes, gay and fatty
People look at you funny
When you're in a small town
My father worked in construction
It's not something for which I'm suited
Oh, what is something for which you are suited ?
Getting out of here
I hate being odd in a small town
If they stare let them stare in New York City
As this pink eyed painting albino
How far can my fantasy go ?
I'm no Dali coming from Pittsburgh
No adorable lisping Capote
My hero, oh, do you think I could meet him ?
I'd camp out at his front door
There is only one good thing about small town
There is only one good use for a small town
There is only one good thing about small town
You know that you want to get out
When you're growing up in a small town
You know you'll grow down in a small town
There is only one good use for a small town