Commentarii
Commentarii (Latin, Greek: hupomnemata) are notes to assist the memory, or memoranda. This original idea of the word gave rise to a variety of meanings: notes and abstracts of speeches for the assistance of orators; family memorials, the origin of many of the legends introduced into early Roman history from a desire to glorify a particular family; and diaries of events occurring in their own circle kept by private individuals. An example of this is the day-book drawn up for Trimalchio in Petronius's Satyricon (Satyricon, 53) by his actuarius, a slave to whom the duty was specially assigned. Other commentarii were memoirs of events in which they had taken part drawn up by public men. Examples of these are the Commentaries of Caesar: Commentarii de Bello Gallico on the Gallic Wars and Commentarii de Bello Civili on the civil wars; another example is that of Cicero on his consulship. Different departments of the imperial administration and certain high functionaries kept records, which were under the charge of an official known as a commentariis (cf. a secretis, ab epistulis). Municipal authorities also kept a register of their official acts.
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by Kelly Rowland
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Commander
by: Kelly RowlandI feel like the DJ is my bodyguard
You see the way he keeps me safe
With the treble and that bass
I feel free enough to party hard
This dress won't go to waste
Feels like I own the place
V.I.P to to be the boss
You see the way these people stare
Watching how I fling my hair
I'm a dancefloor lover
Baby there's no other
Who do it like I do it yeah
(Chorus:)
From here on out
I'll be your commander
No fear no doubt
I'll provide the answer
Right now I command you to dance
I'll be your commander
Right now I command you to dance
I'll be your commander
Right now I command you to...
I- I'll be your commander
I'll provide the answer
(Verse 2:)
Ain't no reason to celebrate
But you know we gon' hav a ball
Champagne spillin' from the wall
And I'll be partying til hella late
But I ain't worried not at all
I just give my driver a call yeah
(Tell him) Pick me up at 8am
No we ain't stopping right here
We'll take the party to the crib
Let's go all night baby
You won't find no lady
Who does it like I does it yeah
[Chorus]
It's jam packed
So DJ where you at?
I know you got my back
So make that bass attack
Let's make these people move
You know I need some room, to
Do what I do, I'm bout to act a fool
Turn the lights on
[Chorus]
I-I'll be your commander