Get up, Get up, Get up, Get up, lets make love tonight — Marvin Gaye

"Father, father We dont need to escalate. You see, war is not the answer For only love can conquer hate. You know weve got to find a way To bring some lovin here today."

"Ooh, baby lets get down tonight Baby Im hot just like an oven I need some lovin And baby, I cant hold it much longer Its getting stronger and stronger And when I get that feeling I want Sexual Healing. Sexual Healing, baby Makes me feel so fine Helps to relieve my mind. Sexual Healing baby, is good for me Sexual Healing is something thats good for me."

"I just want to ask a question: Who really cares? To save a world in despair Therell come a time, when the world wont be singin Flowers wont grow, bells wont be ringin Who really cares? Whos willing to try to save a world Thats destined to die?"

"Crime is increasing Trigger happy policing Panic is spreading God know where were heading Oh, make me wanna holler They dont understand."

"Ive come of heart, baby, but now Im cool I didnt make it surely, playin by the rules Ive come of heart, baby, but now Im fine Im checkin trouble, sure movin down the line Ive come of heart, baby, but thats OK Cause Trouble Man dont get in my way."

"Woo ah, mercy mercy me. Ah things aint what they used to be, no no. Where did all the blue skies go?"

"The wound is the place where the Light enters you."

"yes is a pleasant country... love is a deeper season than reason"

"true lovers in each happening of their hearts live longer than all which and every who"

"What concerns me fundamentaly is a meteoric burlesk melodrama, born of the immemorial adage love will find a way."

"Who made you glorious as the gates of heaven Beneath the keen full moon? Who bade the sun Clothe you with rainbows? Who, with living flower Of loveliest blue, spread garlands at your feet? God! let the torrents, like a shout of nations, Answer! and let the ice-plains echo, God! God! sing, ye meadow-streams, with gladsome voice! Ye pine-groves, with your soft and soul-like sounds! And they too have a voice, yon piles of snow, And in their perilous fall shall thunder, God!"

"Unchanged within, to see all changed without, Is a blank lot and hard to bear, no doubt. Yet why at others Wanings shouldst thou fret? Then only mightst thou feel a just regret, Hadst thou withheld thy love or hid thy light In selfish forethought of neglect and slight."