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Look for the Bourne identity,The simple Bourne identity,Forget about your name and your past life.I mean the Bourne identity,Espionage’s complexity,With car chases and fights to survive.

Wherever I wander, wherever I roam,I couldn’t be fonder, of my secret home.The CIA’s buzzin’ in the tree,To make some honey just for me.

When you look under the rocks and plants,And take a glance at the fancy stunts,Maybe try a few!

The Bourne identity,Will come to you, it’ll come to you.

In European cities I roam around,The clues I find, they’re profound.I spy on the agents in the park,And chase them down, oh what a lark!

Don’t spend your days looking over your shoulder,Just relax, don’t be bolder.It’s not just about being a spy,It’s about finding out who am I.

So just try the Bourne identity,And escape the vast conspiracy.Just live a life that’s free,And find your true identity.

The Bourne identity,The secret Bourne identity,Will come to you, it’ll come to you! 🎵

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Street lights are people

Verse 1:

Just a small town light, livin' in a lonely world

She took the midnight train, glowin' anywhere

Just a city light, born and raised in south Detroit

He took the midnight train, glowin' anywhere

Chorus:

Street lights, are people

Living life in a world that's fleeting

For a moment they're lighting, then they're gone

Verse 2:

A singer in a dim-lit room

A whiff of halogen and neon bloom

For a flicker, they can share the night

It goes on and on, and on, and on

Chorus:

Street lights, are people

Living life in a world that's fleeting

For a moment they're lighting, then they're gone

Bridge:

Street lights, waiting

Up and down the boulevard

Their shadows, searching in the night

Street lights, are people

Living just to find luminescence

Hiding somewhere in the night

Verse 3:

Don't stop believing

Hold on to that radiant feeling

Street lights, are people

Oh, street lights, are people

Outro:

Don't stop believing

Hold on to that radiant feeling

Street lights, are people

Oh, street lights, are people

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The Fresh Powerhouse of the Cell

Verse 1)

Now this is a story all about how

My life got flipped-turned upside down

And I'd like to take a minute, just sit right there

I'll tell you how I became the powerhouse of the cell

In the primordial soup, born and raised

In the cytoplasm was where I spent most of my days

Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool

And all producin' some energy like a tiny fuel

When a couple of cells who were up to no good

Started merging in my neighborhood

I got in one little bond and my mom got scared

She said, "You're movin' with your host to be the powerhouse of the cell"

(Chorus)

I begged and pleaded with her day after day

But she packed my RNA and sent me on my way

She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket

I put my membrane on and said, "I might as well kick it"

(Verse 2)

Endosymbiosis, yo this ain’t so bad

Merging with a cell that's bigger, what a chance I had

Is this what the eukaryotes livin' like?

Hmm, this might be alright

I whistled for a host and when it came near

The license plate said "Prokaryote" and it had organelles in the rear

If anything I could say that this host was rare

But I thought, "Nah, forget it" – I'm the powerhouse of the cell!

(Chorus)

I pulled up to the cell about 7 or 8

And I yelled to the host, "Yo, symbiote, smell you later"

I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there

To sit on my throne as the powerhouse of the cell

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A commercial for Kafka presented by the main character of Franz Kafka’s metamorphosis

INT. CITY STREET - DAY

A busy urban street with people hustling and bustling. GREGOR, a monstrous insect with a human mind, stands awkwardly in the midst of the crowd, attempting to engage passersby in conversation. A mysterious narrator's voice fills the scene.

NARRATOR

(ominous tone)

In a world where data moves at breakneck speeds, one creature dares to share the power of Kafka...

GREGOR

(excited)

Excuse me, do you have a moment to talk about the wonders of Kafka, the distributed streaming platform?

PEDESTRIAN 1, an unassuming man in a suit, stops and looks at GREGOR, eyes wide in horror.

PEDESTRIAN 1

(screaming)

Ahhh! A giant bug!

GREGOR

(reassuringly)

Fear not, my friend! I'm here to tell you about Kafka, the key to unlocking your organization's full potential!

PEDESTRIAN 2, a woman in her 30s, cautiously approaches, trembling with fear.

PEDESTRIAN 2

(stuttering)

W-what is it?

GREGOR

(confident)

Kafka is a distributed streaming platform that enables you to process and analyze data in real-time, making your organization more efficient and agile!

PEDESTRIAN 1

(still terrified)

How can we trust a... a giant bug?

GREGOR

(gently)

My appearance may be frightening, but the power of Kafka is undeniable. Don't let my looks distract you from its game-changing benefits!

NARRATOR

(ominous tone)

Fear has a new face, and it's sharing the secrets of Kafka... Unlock your enterprise's potential... if you dare.

The screen fades to black, and the words "Discover Kafka" appear with a web address below.

FADE OUT.

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Welcome to the Jungle, by Upton Sinclair

Verse 1:

Welcome to the Jungle, a tale from long ago,

In Chicago's Packingtown, where dreams and struggles grow,

Upton Sinclair's story, a world of grit and grime,

In the meatpacking industry, workers lost in time.

Chorus:

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Where the truth's laid bare, Sinclair's story to unveil,

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Feel the strife, the fight, as workers try to prevail.

Verse 2:

Jurgis and Ona, they sought a better life,

But the Jungle's iron grip, it filled their days with strife,

Toiling for survival, the wheels of fate grind on,

In the Jungle's darkness, where innocence is gone.

Chorus:

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Where the truth's laid bare, Sinclair's story to unveil,

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Feel the strife, the fight, as workers try to prevail.

Bridge:

Suffering and hunger, the Jungle's twisted game,

Exploitation, desperation, the spark that lit the flame,

A call for change, a challenge to the system's might,

The Jungle's raw emotion, a plea for workers' rights.

Chorus:

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Where the truth's laid bare, Sinclair's story to unveil,

In the Jungle, welcome to the Jungle,

Feel the strife, the fight, as workers try to prevail.

Outro:

Welcome to the Jungle, where Sinclair's tale unfolds,

A story of survival, in a world so harsh and cold,

But through the darkest hour, a ray of hope remains,

In the Jungle's shadows, the fight for change sustains.