"I have one woman in a three bed suite at the Thayer Hotel who would like to cancel. The three bed suite has two beds in one room and and third bed in another room (no pullouts), connected by a bathroom. Two other women will be in the suite. I have no individual women on the waiting list (I do have roommate pairs, but no individuals), so if you are a woman and would like to go, you can get a spot at the Thayer. If you are interested, email me at [email protected].
If anyone else wishes to cancel, please notify me ASAP. If another woman cancels, that would free up a room, and I have plenty of takers for that."
Opening for an individual woman at West Point
Fri, 06/17/2005 - 3:21pm
Fri, 06/17/2005 - 4:12pm
#1
no woman ... no pride (nm)
Fri, 06/17/2005 - 9:11pm
#2
No Woman NO CRY Mon!
Learn the lyrics, then give thanks to Jah:
No Woman No Cry -- Bob Marley (1945-1981)
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said: I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown,
Oba - obaserving the ’ypocrites
As they would mingle with the good people we meet.
Good friends we have, oh, good friends we’ve lost
Along the way.
In this great future, you can’t forget your past;
So dry your tears, I seh.
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
’ere, little darlin’, don’t shed no tears:
No, woman, no cry.
Said - said - said: I remember when-a we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I’ll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone, I mean:
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
I said, everything’s gonna be all right-a!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
Everything’s gonna be all right, now!
Everything’s gonna be all right!
So, woman, no cry;
No - no, woman - woman, no cry.
Woman, little sister, don’t shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
I remember when we used to sit
In the government yard in trenchtown.
And then georgie would make the fire lights,
As it was logwood burnin’ through the nights.
Then we would cook cornmeal porridge,
Of which I’ll share with you;
My feet is my only carriage,
So I’ve got to push on through.
But while I’m gone:
No, woman, no cry;
No, woman, no cry.
Woman, little darlin’, say don’t shed no tears;
No, woman, no cry.
Eh! (little darlin’, don’t shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.
Little sister, don’t shed no tears!
No, woman, no cry.)
