NASA Image of the Day

Monday, June 25, 2018

Whoopi Goldberg's Entrance: 1999 Oscars

VERY FUNNY Robin Williams On American Idol Gives Back 2008

VERY FUNNY Robin Williams On American Idol Gives Back 2008

What A Wondeful World/ Somwhere Over The Rainbow

Good morning Vietnam third broadcast

"Good Morning, Vietnam" - Lieutenant Haulk

Good Morning Vietnam AC first broadcast

Mr. Holland's Opus - Farewell, Mr. Holland

Men of honor 12 steps (best moment and movie)

GI Jane Master Chief Speech!!!

"Africa" le Toto as Gaeilge

Africa (Toto) - Oberstufenchor Cusanus Gymnasium

Africa - Angel City Chorale

Toto Africa - 5th Graders Simulate Rain Storm - MUST HEAR!!

Africa - Thunderstorm (With One Voice Melbourne) Concert Nov 2011

Christ University Choir performs TOTO`S Africa at Sound Curry 2016

James Bond Theme for Boomwhackers (Fall 2014)

Bohemian Rhapsody misheard lyrics & music: Rainer Hersch

The Meow choir. You'll laugh your tail off.

"The Lion Sleeps Tonight" by Dover Steel Drum Band

Cadet Force Pipes and Drums - April 2018

Grampian District Pipes and Drums - Braemar - Tourist - 2017 - 4

We will rock you: bagpipe, band & drummajors @ Sankt Galler Tattoo 2016

Marlène Dietrich - Where Have All The Flowers Gone.. (1963)

Cats Musical - Memory

Cilla Black - Anyone Who Had A Heart

What The World Needs Now Is Love Sweet Love - Dionne Warwick

I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing- The New Seekers

Musical Youth - Pass The Dutchie

THE ARCHIES - SUGAR SUGAR

The Monkees - "Daydream Believer" (Official Music Video)

UB40 - Many Rivers To Cross (lyrics)

Jimmy Cliff - Many Rivers To Cross

Perfect Pitch Creation are the King of the swingers | Auditions Week 4 |...

Hallelujah! It's Côr Glanaethwy | Grand Final | Britain's Got Talent 2015

Welsh choir Côr Glanaethwy raise the roof | Semi-Final 1 | Britain's Got...

The Missing People Choir Bring Crowd to Tears!| Auditions 1 | Britain’s ...

Britain's Got Talent 2018 D-Day Darlings Choir Full Audition S12E04

UK Royal Wedding: Gospel Choir sings "Stand by Me"

Enya - The Longships

Orinoco Flow (Sail Away) - Enya (with lyrics)

Cat Stevens - Peace Train

Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer (Audio)

Simon & Garfunkel - The Boxer (Audio)

Marc Cohn - Walking in memphis (with lyrics)

The Staple Singers - If You're Ready (Come Go with Me)

The Verve - Bitter Sweet Symphony

one love U2

German right-wing leader challenged on immigration - BBC Newsnight

Merkel walks out of parliament as AfD leader slams her migration policies

Doug Ford on pot sales, cancelling green programs

Trump's advisors 'hate what Canada represents': Former ambassador

SHANEESHA TURNER Tracey Takes On Drugs

SHANEESHA TURNER Tracey Takes On AGE

FERN ROSENTHAL Takes On HOLLYWOOD Dr. Quinn

The Great British Boiled Egg - Tracey Ullman's Show: Season 2 Episode 6 ...

Angela Merkel's poker face problem - Tracey Breaks the News - BBC One

Tracey Ullman Angela Merkel Wonder Woman

G.I. Jane

G.I. Jane

Monday, June 4, 2018

Diana Vreeland The Eye Has To Travel

Diana Vreeland The Eye Has To Travel

Danny Michel "Lets Dance" w/ Ed Robertson, Sarah Harmer, Luke Doucet.....

Nobody Rules You. Danny Michel

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798 by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH

Lines Composed a Few Miles above Tintern Abbey, On Revisiting the Banks of the Wye during a Tour. July 13, 1798

Five years have past; five summers, with the length 
Of five long winters! and again I hear 
These waters, rolling from their mountain-springs 
With a soft inland murmur.—Once again 
Do I behold these steep and lofty cliffs, 
That on a wild secluded scene impress 
Thoughts of more deep seclusion; and connect 
The landscape with the quiet of the sky. 
The day is come when I again repose 
Here, under this dark sycamore, and view 
These plots of cottage-ground, these orchard-tufts, 
Which at this season, with their unripe fruits, 
Are clad in one green hue, and lose themselves 
'Mid groves and copses. Once again I see 
These hedge-rows, hardly hedge-rows, little lines 
Of sportive wood run wild: these pastoral farms, 
Green to the very door; and wreaths of smoke 
Sent up, in silence, from among the trees! 
With some uncertain notice, as might seem 
Of vagrant dwellers in the houseless woods, 
Or of some Hermit's cave, where by his fire 
The Hermit sits alone. 

                                              These beauteous forms, 
Through a long absence, have not been to me 
As is a landscape to a blind man's eye: 
But oft, in lonely rooms, and 'mid the din 
Of towns and cities, I have owed to them, 
In hours of weariness, sensations sweet, 
Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart; 
And passing even into my purer mind 
With tranquil restoration:—feelings too 
Of unremembered pleasure: such, perhaps, 
As have no slight or trivial influence 
On that best portion of a good man's life, 
His little, nameless, unremembered, acts 
Of kindness and of love. Nor less, I trust, 
To them I may have owed another gift, 
Of aspect more sublime; that blessed mood, 
In which the burthen of the mystery, 
In which the heavy and the weary weight 
Of all this unintelligible world, 
Is lightened:—that serene and blessed mood, 
In which the affections gently lead us on,— 
Until, the breath of this corporeal frame 
And even the motion of our human blood 
Almost suspended, we are laid asleep 
In body, and become a living soul: 
While with an eye made quiet by the power 
Of harmony, and the deep power of joy, 
We see into the life of things. 

                                                        If this 
Be but a vain belief, yet, oh! how oft— 
In darkness and amid the many shapes 
Of joyless daylight; when the fretful stir 
Unprofitable, and the fever of the world, 
Have hung upon the beatings of my heart— 
How oft, in spirit, have I turned to thee, 
O sylvan Wye! thou wanderer thro' the woods, 
         How often has my spirit turned to thee! 

   And now, with gleams of half-extinguished thought, 
With many recognitions dim and faint, 
And somewhat of a sad perplexity, 
The picture of the mind revives again: 
While here I stand, not only with the sense 
Of present pleasure, but with pleasing thoughts 
That in this moment there is life and food 
For future years. And so I dare to hope, 
Though changed, no doubt, from what I was when first 
I came among these hills; when like a roe 
I bounded o'er the mountains, by the sides 
Of the deep rivers, and the lonely streams, 
Wherever nature led: more like a man 
Flying from something that he dreads, than one 
Who sought the thing he loved. For nature then 
(The coarser pleasures of my boyish days 
And their glad animal movements all gone by) 
To me was all in all.—I cannot paint 
What then I was. The sounding cataract 
Haunted me like a passion: the tall rock, 
The mountain, and the deep and gloomy wood, 
Their colours and their forms, were then to me 
An appetite; a feeling and a love, 
That had no need of a remoter charm, 
By thought supplied, not any interest 
Unborrowed from the eye.—That time is past, 
And all its aching joys are now no more, 
And all its dizzy raptures. Not for this 
Faint I, nor mourn nor murmur; other gifts 
Have followed; for such loss, I would believe, 
Abundant recompense. For I have learned 
To look on nature, not as in the hour 
Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes 
The still sad music of humanity, 
Nor harsh nor grating, though of ample power 
To chasten and subdue.—And I have felt 
A presence that disturbs me with the joy 
Of elevated thoughts; a sense sublime 
Of something far more deeply interfused, 
Whose dwelling is the light of setting suns, 
And the round ocean and the living air, 
And the blue sky, and in the mind of man: 
A motion and a spirit, that impels 
All thinking things, all objects of all thought, 
And rolls through all things. Therefore am I still 
A lover of the meadows and the woods 
And mountains; and of all that we behold 
From this green earth; of all the mighty world 
Of eye, and ear,—both what they half create, 
And what perceive; well pleased to recognise 
In nature and the language of the sense 
The anchor of my purest thoughts, the nurse, 
The guide, the guardian of my heart, and soul 
Of all my moral being. 

                                            Nor perchance, 
If I were not thus taught, should I the more 
Suffer my genial spirits to decay: 
For thou art with me here upon the banks 
Of this fair river; thou my dearest Friend, 
My dear, dear Friend; and in thy voice I catch 
The language of my former heart, and read 
My former pleasures in the shooting lights 
Of thy wild eyes. Oh! yet a little while 
May I behold in thee what I was once, 
My dear, dear Sister! and this prayer I make, 
Knowing that Nature never did betray 
The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, 
Through all the years of this our life, to lead 
From joy to joy: for she can so inform 
The mind that is within us, so impress 
With quietness and beauty, and so feed 
With lofty thoughts, that neither evil tongues, 
Rash judgments, nor the sneers of selfish men, 
Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all 
The dreary intercourse of daily life, 
Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb 
Our cheerful faith, that all which we behold 
Is full of blessings. Therefore let the moon 
Shine on thee in thy solitary walk; 
And let the misty mountain-winds be free 
To blow against thee: and, in after years, 
When these wild ecstasies shall be matured 
Into a sober pleasure; when thy mind 
Shall be a mansion for all lovely forms, 
Thy memory be as a dwelling-place 
For all sweet sounds and harmonies; oh! then, 
If solitude, or fear, or pain, or grief, 
Should be thy portion, with what healing thoughts 
Of tender joy wilt thou remember me, 
And these my exhortations! Nor, perchance— 
If I should be where I no more can hear 
Thy voice, nor catch from thy wild eyes these gleams 
Of past existence—wilt thou then forget 
That on the banks of this delightful stream 
We stood together; and that I, so long 
A worshipper of Nature, hither came 
Unwearied in that service: rather say 
With warmer love—oh! with far deeper zeal 
Of holier love. Nor wilt thou then forget, 
That after many wanderings, many years 
Of absence, these steep woods and lofty cliffs, 
And this green pastoral landscape, were to me 
More dear, both for themselves and for thy sake! 


Sunday, June 3, 2018

Secret Lives Princess Margaret 1997 VHSrip

Prince John The Windsors Tragic Secret

Queen Victoria's Last Love

New VICTORIA & ABDUL Trailer with Judi Dench and Ali Fazal

Dame Judi Dench causes havoc - Tracey Ullman's Show: Episode 1 Preview -...

It's never awkward being Jeremy Corbyn - Tracey Breaks the News - BBC

President Trump says British PM Theresa May is not hot - Tracey Breaks t...

Tracey Breaks the News

Tracy Ullman doing Nicola Sturgeon and Mhari Black .... pure dead brill...

Nicola Sturgeon (aka Tracy Ullman) kidnaps Andy Murray

Nicola Sturgeon (Tracy Ullman) unveils her plan for Braveheart 2

Nicola Sturgeon confirms she does not need #IndyRef2 - Tracey Ullman

Angela Merkel's poker face problem - Tracey Breaks the News - BBC One

The Making of Merkel with Andrew Marr BBC documentary 2013 about Angel M...

The making of Angela Merkel(unusual politician) a German enigma with An...

Saturday, June 2, 2018

22 Minutes: Campaign Rebates

22 Minutes: Panic Room - Fear Everything

Panic Room: Is the US building a wall on the wrong border? | 22 Minutes

22 Minutes: New MPs - Sajjan vs. Garneau

Canadian Superheroes | 22 Minutes

22 Minutes: Double Uh-Oh Seven

22 Minutes: Bucking Hungry Valentines

22 Minutes: Nature's Ranch Diet Bar

22 Minutes: Raj Binder’s Expose Yourself - Maritime Women

Raj Binder - Calcutta Golf Open (Shaun Majumder)

Raj Binder on After Hours

Doug Ford Book Tour | 22 Minutes

Murphy's Law | 'Caught' parody | 22 Minutes

Should bullets be sold in Kinder Eggs? | 22 Minutes

Come for the company, stay 'cuz you tried to catch an axe with yer teeth...

Newfoundlanders scared off the Vikings

Wino or sommelier: what’s the difference? | 22 Minutes

4 tips for dating during the apocalypse | 22 Minutes

Wonder Woman vs. Donald Trump

Donald Trump: least racist person ever? | 22 Minutes

Should Trump be banned from England? | 22 Minutes

22 Minutes: Colorado Pot

Could Raj Binder’s Taxicab Confections be the next hit web series? | 22 ...

This Hour Has 22 Years: Best Ad Parodies | CBC Connects

22 Minutes: Arctic Cat (The Cat Came Back Parody)

22 Minutes: Reindeer’s Lament – Dasher

22 Minutes: Hinterland Who’s Who - The Choir Show-off

Get back to basics on your next trip | 22 Minutes

Saudi Arabia’s crown prince visits New York

Saudi Crown Prince Mohammad bin Salman SHOCKS President Donald Trump at ...

Five things about Saudi Arabia's Crown Prince Mohammed bin Salman - BBC ...

Watch Trudeau try not to react while listening to Trump in the White House

Mary Walsh in Dancing with Rage

Carlos Santana - Choose

Gov't Mule - "Gold Dust Woman" ft. Grace Potter - Mountain Jam VI - 6/4/10

Grace Potter House of the Rising Sun

Grace Potter - New Orleans Jazz & Heritage Festival 2016

Rolling Stones "Gimme Shelter" (w/Grace Potter) Minneapolis,Mn 6/3/15 HD

Rolling Stones Sympathy for The Devil May 25 2018 London Stadium

Rolling Stones Gimme Shelter May 25 2018 London Stadium

Rolling Stones Wild Horses May 25 2018 London Stadium Duet With ...

Rolling Stones Fool to Cry May 22 2018 London Stadium

Amazing Venice Beach Homeless Girl on Guitar "Voices in the Sand"

World's Best Guitar Player Unbelievable

Ted Nugent David Letterman

The Staple Singers - If You're Ready (Come Go with Me)

Rush - Anthem

Rush- Rivendell w/ Lyrics

Björk - Triumph of a heart