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Song's Choruses vs Catullus's Poems

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Song's Choruses
vs.
Catullus' Poems Catullus 8 (Translated)
Oh miserable Catullus, let you cease to play the fool,
and let you consider that what you see to have perished has been ruined.
Once bright suns shone for you,
when you used to frequent the place where the girl was leading you,
she having been loved by us me as much as no woman will be loved.
There then those many joking things were taking place,
which you were wanting, and but the girl was not wanting.
Truly, the bright suns have shone for you
Now, she no longer wants those things: you, powerless, also be unwilling
neither chase her who flees, nor live as a miserable man,
but endure with a resolute mind, tough it out!
Goodbye, oh girl! Now Catullus is tough,
he will neither seek you out, nor will he ask you being unwilling:
but you will grieve, when you will not be asked out at all.
Oh wretched woman, away with you! What life remains for you?
Who will approach you now? To whom will you seem beautiful?
Now whom will you love? Whose will you be said to be?
Whom will you kiss? For whom will you bite your lips?
But you, oh Catullus, tough it out stubbornly! By David Berlinsky End "Lean on Me"
Bill Withers

Sometimes in our lives
We all have pain
We all have sorrow
But if we are wise
We know that there's
Always tomorrow

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

Please swallow your pride
If I have things
You need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs
That you won't let show

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem
That you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

Lean on me, when you're not strong
And I'll be your friend
I'll help you carry on
For it won't be long
Till I'm gonna need
Somebody to lean on

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem
That you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on

If there is a load
You have to bear
That you can't carry
I'm right up the road
I'll share your load
If you just call me

Call me
If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)

If you need a friend
(Call me)
If you ever need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)

If you need a friend
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me)
Call me
(Call me) "You'll Think Of Me"
Keith Urban

I woke up early this morning around 4am
With the moon shining bright as headlights on the interstate
I pulled the covers over my head and tried to catch some sleep
But thoughts of us kept keeping me awake
Ever since you found yourself in someone else's arms
I've been tryin' my best to get along
But that's OK
There's nothing left to say, but

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me

I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been
So

Take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and take your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight
I'll be over you
And on with my life

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we have nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me

So take your records, take your freedom
Take your memories, I don't need'em
Take your space and all your reasons
But you'll think of me
And take your cap and leave my sweater
'Cause we got nothing left to weather
In fact I'll feel a whole lot better
But you'll think of me, you'll think of me, yeah

And you're gonna think of me
Oh someday baby, someday Catullus 2 (Translated)

Sparrow of my darling girl,
with whom she is accustomed to play, whom she is accustomed to hold
in her lap, to whose attacking she is accustomed to give her fingertip
and to provoke a sharp bite, when it is pleasing
to her, radiant with desire for me,
to play with something or other dear to her,
in order to be a little solace for her pain,
I believe, so that then her serious passion might find rest;
if only I could play with you just as that one does
and relieve the sad cares of my soul! Catullus 2

Passer, deliciae meae puellae
quicum ludere, quem in sinu tenere,
cui primum digitum dare adpetenti
et acris solet incitare morsus,
cum desiderio meo nitenti
carum nescio quid libet iocari
ut solaciolum sui doloris,
credo, ut tum gravis adquiescat ardor;
tecum ludere sicut ipsa possem
et tristis animi levare curas! If there is a load
You have to bear
That you can't carry

Please swallow your pride
If I have things
You need to borrow
For no one can fill
Those of your needs
That you won't let show

You just call on me brother
When you need a hand
We all need somebody to lean on
I just might have a problem
That you'll understand
We all need somebody to lean on with whom she is accustomed to play, whom she is accustomed to hold
in her lap,


to whose attacking she is accustomed to give her fingertip
and to provoke a sharp bite, when it is pleasing
to her, radiant with desire for me,
to play with something or other dear to her,
in order to be a little solace for her pain,


I believe, so that then her serious passion might find rest;
if only I could play with you just as that one does
and relieve the sad cares of my soul! Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
ibi illa multa tum iocosa fiebant,
quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat.
fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.
nunc iam illa non vult: tu quoque, impotens, noli,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser vive,
sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
vale, puella! iam Catullus obdurat,
nec te requiret nec rogabit invitam:
at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.
scelesta, vae te! quae tibi manet vita!
quis nunc te adibit? cui videberis bella?
quem nunc amabis? cuius esse diceris?
quem basiabis? cui labella mordebis?
at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura. I went out driving trying to clear my head
I tried to sweep out all the ruins that my emotions left
I guess I'm feeling just a little tired of this
And all the baggage that seems to still exist
It seems the only blessing I have left to my name
Is not knowing what we could have been
What we should have been

Someday I'm gonna run across your mind
Don't worry, I'll be fine
I'm gonna be alright
While you're sleeping with your pride
Wishing I could hold you tight

I'll be over you
And on with my life Once bright suns shone for you,
when you used to frequent the place where the girl was leading you,
she having been loved by us me as much as no woman will be loved.
There then those many joking things were taking place,
which you were wanting, and but the girl was not wanting.
Truly, the bright suns have shone for you


Goodbye, oh girl! Now Catullus is tough,
he will neither seek you out, nor will he ask you being unwilling:
but you will grieve, when you will not be asked out at all.



But you, oh Catullus, tough it out stubbornly! Both are remembering their times with their loved ones






Both are shouting at their exes that they will regret leaving them.



Both are stating that they will get over their loss.

Both people have burdens that they wish to be rid of


Both endure their pain that they have





Both wish to help relieve troubles whenever they can
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