We Are The World - Michael Jackson

There comes a time when we heed a certain call
When the world must come together as one
There are people dying
And its time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all

We can't go on pretending day by day
That someone, somehow will soon make a change
We are all a part of Gods great big family
And the truth, you know,
Love is all we need

[Chorus]
We are the world, we are the children
We are the ones who make a brighter day
So lets start giving
There's a choice we're making
We're saving our own lives
Its true we'll make a better day
Just you and me

Send them your heart so they'll know that someone cares
And their lives will be stronger and free
As God has shown us by turning stones to bread
So we all must lend a helping hand

[Chorus]

When you're down and out, there seems no hope at all
But if you just believe there's no way we can fall
Let us realize that a change can only come
When we stand together as one

"Me and My Friends"

Earth Song - Michael Jackson

What about sunrise 
What about rain 
What about all the things 
That you said we were to gain.. . 
What about killing fields 
Is there a time 
What about all the things 
That you said was yours and mine... 
Did you ever stop to notice 
All the blood we've shed before 
Did you ever stop to notice 
The crying Earth the weeping shores? 

Aaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaah 

What have we done to the world 
Look what we've done 
What about all the peace 
That you pledge your only son... 
What about flowering fields 
Is there a time 
What about all the dreams 
That you said was yours and mine... 
Did you ever stop to notice 
All the children dead from war 
Did you ever stop to notice 
The crying Earth the weeping shores 

Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaah 

I used to dream 
I used to glance beyond the stars 
Now I don't know where we are 
Although I know we've drifted far 

Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah 
Aaaaaaaaaaah Aaaaaaaaaaaah 

Hey, what about yesterday 
(What about us) 
What about the seas 
(What about us) 
The heavens are falling down 
(What about us) 
I can't even breathe 
(What about us) 
What about the bleeding Earth 
(What about us) 
Can't we feel its wounds 
(What about us) 
What about nature's worth 
(ooo,ooo) 
It's our planet's womb 
(What about us) 
What about animals 
(What about it) 
We've turned kingdoms to dust 
(What about us) 
What about elephants 
(What about us) 
Have we lost their trust 
(What about us) 
What about crying whales 
(What about us) 
We're ravaging the seas 
(What about us) 
What about forest trails 
(ooo, ooo) 
Burnt despite our pleas 
(What about us) 
What about the holy land 
(What about it) 
Torn apart by creed 
(What about us) 
What about the common man 
(What about us) 
Can't we set him free 
(What about us) 
What about children dying 
(What about us) 
Can't you hear them cry 
(What about us) 
Where did we go wrong 
(ooo, ooo) 
Someone tell me why 
(What about us) 
What about babies 
(What about it) 
What about the days 
(What about us) 
What about all their joy 
(What about us) 
What about the man 
(What about us) 
What about the crying man 
(What about us) 
What about Abraham 
(What was us) 
What about death again 
(ooo, ooo) 
Do we give a damn 

Hachiko's Story

Hachiko was brought to Tokyo in 1924 by his owner, a college professor named Hidesamuro Ueno. Each day, when Ueno left for work, Hachiko would stand by the door to watch him go. When the professor came home at 4 o’clock, Hachiko would go to the Shibuya Station to meet him.

Though this simple act alone shows a tremendous amount of loyalty, that’s not the end of it: The following year, Ueno died of a stroke while at the university. Hachiko didn’t realize that he was gone, and so the dog returned to the train station every single day to await his master. He became such a familiar presence there, in fact, that the station master set out food for the dog and gave him a bed in the station. Even so, Hachiko never shifted loyalties –every day at 4 o’clock, he hopefully waited by the tracks as the train pulled in, searching for his best friend’s face among the people getting off.

Hachiko’s love for his master impressed many people who passed through the station, including one of Ueno’s former students, who became fascinated by the Akita breed after seeing Hachiko. He discovered that there were only 30 Akitas living in Japan, and began to write articles about Hachiko and his remarkable breed, turning the world’s most loyal dog into a household name, and creating a resurgence in popularity for the Akita.

Hachiko died in 1935, after 10 long years of waiting for his master. But the dog would not be forgotten –a year before his death, Shibuya Station installed a bronze statue of the aging dog, to honor its mascot. Though the statue was melted down during World War II, a new version was created in 1948 by the son of the original artist. Go to the station now, and you’ll be able to see the bronze statue of Hachiko – still waiting, as ever, for his master to come home.

Simple Plan Feat Natasha Bedingfield - Jet Lag

What time is it where you are?

I miss you more than anything

Back at home you feel so far

Waitin for the phone to ring

It's gettin lonely livin upside down

I don't even wanna be in this town

Tryin to figure out the time zones makin me crazy

You say good morning

When it's midnight

Going out of my head

Alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

It's drivin me mad

I miss you so bad

and my heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

is so jetlagged

What time is it where you are?

5 more days and i'll be home

I keep your picture in my car

I hate the thought of you alone

I've been keepin busy all the time

Just to try to keep you off my mind

Tryin to figure out the time zones makin me crazy

You say good morning

When it's midnight

Going out of my head

Alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

It's drivin me mad

I miss you so bad

and my heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

is so jetlagged

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I miss you so bad

I wanna share your horizon

I miss you so bad

and see the same sunrising

I miss you so bad

Turn the hour hand back to when you were holding me.

You say good morning

When it's midnight

Going out of my head

Alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

It's drivin me mad

I miss you when you say

good morning

But it's midnight

Going out of my head

Alone in this bed

I wake up to your sunset

It's drivin me mad

I miss you so bad

and my heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

heart heart heart is so jetlagged

is so jetlagged

is so jetlagged

Neverland Ranch - Michael Jackson

Neverland Valley Ranch (formerly the Sycamore Valley Ranch) is a developed property in Santa Barbara County, California, most famous for being a home of American entertainer Michael Jackson from 1988 to 2005. Jackson named the property after Neverland, the fantasy island in the story of Peter Pan, a boy who never grows up. The ranch is located about five miles (8 km) north of unincorporated Los Olivos, and about eight miles (13 km) north of the town of Santa Ynez. The Chamberlin Ranch is to the west, and the rugged La Laguna Ranch, where the Zaca Fire began, is to the north. The Santa Barbara County Assessor's office says the ranch is approximately 3000 acres (1214 hectares). It is currently owned by the Sycamore Valley Ranch Company, LLC Jackson purchased the property from golf course entrepreneur William Bone in 1988 for a sum variously reported to be $16.5 to $30 million. It was Jackson's home and private amusement park and contained, among other things, a floral clock, numerous statues of children, and a petting zoo. The amusement park included two railroads: one 36" gauge with a steam locomotive (Crown 4-4-0, built 1973, with two coaches) and the other a 24-inch gauge amusement train ride-type); and a Ferris wheel, Carousel, Zipper, Octopus, Pirate Ship, Wave Swinger, Super Slide, dragon wagon kiddie roller coaster and bumper cars, and an amusement arcade. Michael Jackson was also an avid art collector. According to Yves Gautier in the book, “Michael Jackson, Backdoor to Neverland”: “Though few know about it, Michael Jackson is a voracious reader and there is a 10,000-volume library in the Neverland Ranch, that focuses on art, psychology and poetry.” Jackson said in 2005 that he would not return to the property, saying he no longer considered the ranch a home, feeling the 70 police officers had "violated" it in their searches given they did not have a search warrant.In 2006, the facilities were closed and most of the staff were dismissed, with a spokesperson stating that this was the reflection of the fact that Jackson no longer lived there. Jackson sold this property in November 2008 to Sycamore Valley Ranch Inc, a real estate company that he owned in part . oreclosure proceedings commenced against Neverland Ranch on October 22, 2007. However, a spokesperson for Jackson said that the loan was merely being refinanced.  On February 25, 2008, Jackson received word from Financial Title Company, the trustee, that unless he paid off $24,525,906.61 by March 19, apublic auction would go forward of the land, buildings, and other items such as the rides, trains, and art. On March 13, 2008, Jackson's lawyer L. Londell McMillan announced that a private agreement had been reached with the private investment group, Fortress Investment, to save Jackson's ownership of the ranch. Before the agreement, Jackson owed three months' arrears on the property. McMillan did not reveal the details of the deal. On May 12, 2008, a foreclosure auction for the ranch was canceled after an investment company, Colony Capital LLC, purchased the loan, which was in default. In a press release, Jackson stated, "I am pleased with recent developments involving Neverland Ranch and I am in discussions with Colony and Tom Barrack with regard to the Ranch and other matters that would allow me to focus on the future. On November 10, 2008, Jackson transferred the title to Sycamore Valley Ranch Company, LLC, and neighbors reported immediate activity on the property, including the amusement rides being trucked along the highway. Jackson still owned an unknown stake in the property, since Sycamore Valley Ranch was a joint venture between Jackson (represented by McMillan) and an affiliate of Colony Capital LLC (an investment company run by billionaire Tom Barrack). TheSanta Barbara County Assessor's Office stated Jackson sold an unknown proportion of his property rights for $35 million.  Kyle Forsyth, Colony's project manager, describes the estate's Tudor-style buildings and savannah-like grasslands as "English country manor meets Kenya." Eventually, Colony hopes to sell the ranch, located in Santa Barbara County, in its entirety. Subdividing it, says Mr. Forsyth, "would destroy it."  Since 2009, the Neverland Ranch rides Balloon Samba, Jeeps, Wave Swinger and Dinos have been featured attractions at the California State Fair. 

Helen Keller's Story

They took away what should have been my eyes

(But I remembered Milton's Paradise).

They took away what should have been my ears,

(Beethoven came and wiped away my tears).

They took away what should have been my tongue,

(But I had talked with God when I was young).

He would not let them take away my soul -

Possessing that, I still possess the whole.

-Helen Keller-

At a plain, black well-pump in the small southern town of Tuscumbia, Alabama, one of the world's great miracles took place. It began one bright, spring day in 1887. Puffy white clouds floated overhead on a background of blue, while birds fluttered through oaks and maple flowers burst forth from the fertile soil in an array of colors -- all unheard and unseen by a pretty girl of seven. Standing at the totally blind and deaf Helen Keller's side was a young woman, Anne Sullivan. Miss Sullivan was steadily pumping cool water into one of the girl's hands while repeatedly tapping out an alphabet code of five letters in the other - first slowly, then rapidly. The scene was repeated. again and again as the young Helen painstakingly struggled to break her world of silence. Suddenly the signals crossed Helen's consciousness with a meaning. She knew that "w-a-t-e-r" meant the cool something flowing over her hand. Darkness began to melt from her mind like so much ice left out on that sunny March day. By nightfall, Helen had learned 30 words. Helen Adams Keller was born a healthy child on June 27, 1880, to Captain Arthur H. and Kate Adams Keller of Tuscumbia. At the tender age of 19 months, she was stricken with a severe illness which left her blind and deaf. At the age of six, the half-wild, deaf and blind girl was taken by her parents to see Dr. Alexander Graham Bell. Because of her visit, Helen was united with her teacher Anne Mansfield Sullivan on March 3, 1887. After Helen's miraculous break-through at the simple well-pump, she proved so gifted that she soon learned the finger-tip alphabet and shortly afterward to write. By the end of August, in six short months, she knew 625 words. By age 10, Helen had mastered Braille as well as the manual alphabet and even learned to use the typewriter. By the time she was 16, Helen could speak well enough to go to preparatory school and to college. In 1904 she was graduated "cum laude" from Radcliffe College. The teacher stayed with her through those years, interpreting lectures and class discussion to her. Helen Keller, the little girl, became one of history's remarkable women. She dedicated her life to improving the conditions of the blind and the deaf-blind around the world, lecturing in more than 25 countries on the five major continents. Wherever she appeared, she brought new courage to millions of blind people. Her teacher, Anne Sullivan, is remembered as "the Miracle Worker" for her lifetime dedication, patience and love to a half-wild southern child trapped in a world of darkness.