High Spirits
This is an instrumental done with the Chieftains, in three sections. The first is up-tempo, a jig; the shorter second features Celtic chants by the Chieftains; the third slows the pace a bit and has Van doing a few da-da-das. The three sections are repeated, then parts 1 & 2 are done a third time before a fadeout of chants.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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If I produce it, I will stage it as a performance. A small audience will be invited; rehearsals of the sections will be done in the mornings, and those sections will be recorded in the afternoons.
quote by Bill Dixon
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I did quite a lot of the arranging, fitting different sections together, tempo changes, all sorts of things like that. I actually acted as a bridge between Robert and Ian. Not so much composing, rather presenting musical ideas at each rehearsal.
quote by Michael Giles
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A Window Paned Like A Person
a window paned
is like a person
divided up sections
closed off sections
separate
compartments
sealed
clear glass emotions
suffering clear seen
behind walls not hidden
pertained putty
applied sealants
sectioned glass
fixing broken
panes takes
time skill will
avoid rush jobs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Myanmar - Air of Freedom
shackled without chains
again the chants of monks
again the chants of monks
aung san looks over to the hazy horizon
for days when she would breathe the air of freedom
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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A Day Without Rain
Who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...
And who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...
(chants)
Who can say why your heart sighs,
As your love flies?
Only time...
And who can say why your heart cries,
When your love dies?
Only time...
(chants)
Who can say when the roads meet,
That love might be,
In your heart.
And who can say when the day sleeps,
The moon still keeps on moving
If the night keeps all your heart?
Night keeps all your heart...
(extended chants)
Who can say if your love grows,
As your heart chose?
Only time...
And who can say where the road goes,
Where the day flows?
Only time...
Who knows?
Only time...
Who knows?
Only time...
song performed by by Enya
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Last Descending Overtones
With each descending step I hear the beat
of sacrificial chants of those who know.
The stone is cold and grey beneath my feet.
The pungent smell is damp and bittersweet.
Within these halls the music seems to flow,
with each descending step I hear the beat.
The altar room is secret and discrete,
with eerie chants that truly seem to grow.
The stone is cold and grey beneath my feet.
Author notes -
Villanelle:
A Villanelle is a nineteen-line poem consisting of a very specific rhyming scheme:
aba aba aba aba aba abaa.
The first and the third lines in the first stanza are repeated in alternating order throughout the poem, and appear together in the last couplet (last two lines) .
Form Resource: shadowpoetry.com
My wrists are bound, a feeling of defeat,
a severed heart to feed the gods libido.
With each descending step I hear the beat.
My time has come this act will not repeat,
I hear the chants and see the lamps aglow.
The stone is cold and grey beneath my feet.
My heart becomes the sacrificial meat
as now my life approaches its crescendo.
With each descending step I hear the beat,
the stone is cold and grey beneath my feet.
poem by Amera Andersen
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The intellectual is different from the ordinary man, but only in certain sections of his personality, and even then not all the time.
quote by George Orwell
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Chant
We cant turn back the clock
But we can chant for love
Lets cut the idle talk so we can
Chant for love
We always have the time to quarrel
About such problems as money and war
Lets put it off until tomorrow
Who needs another dose of sorrow?
It dont necessitate an act of faith
To chant for love
What alibi is strong enough to wait
To chant for love
Though we dont hold the reigns of power
Somebody else seems to be in control
We mustnt waste another hour
Well get directly to the soul
If we can
Chant
For a world united
Chant
For a world thats dying for love
The hare krishna plays a drum and bell
When he chants for love
The tribal priest is afraid of hell
So he chants for love
I am not pushing some religion
Dont get me wrong,
I never mess with such things
Just be true to your own vision
This is your personal decision
The dervish spins to a hu hu hu
When he chants for love
Nobody knows what the angels do
When they chant for love
Youre at the bottom of the ladder
Someone may try to tell you where you should start
But the words, they never matter
If you can feel it in your heart
Then you can
Why dont you chant?
You can chant
Chant, chant, chant ...
song performed by by Todd Rundgren
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Time's flow sections dream
shedding sedimentary
reflections on st[r]eam.
haiku by Jonathan Robin (11 April 2005)
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Walk in Beauty
Walk in Beauty
Walk in beauty when you are young
Walk in beauty as you grow wise
when the balance of life is upset
the hataalii~medicine man reverently
prepares a painting with many colored sand
of Mother Earth
he chants as the Sun appears
he chants to call the good spirits
whose presence is near
in the Hogan the cure will be made
with the aid of the Holy Ones
the sickness falls away
and once again the healed one will
Walk in Beauty
poem by Victoria Heim
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A schedule defends from chaos and whim. It is a net for catching days. It is a scaffolding on which a worker can stand and labor with both hands at sections of time.
quote by Annie Dillard
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Record stores have whole sections devoted to the chant.
quote by Richard Morris
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Media has no heart
Praise Rama as well as Ravna
So that you please both sections,
Which is what newspapers do
And which is what diplomats do.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Patriot Act addresses various subjects. Some sections are beneficial and enhance our national security.
quote by Mike Honda
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Today in India there are all sections of people, as the BJP realized when the poor voted them out.
quote by Lalu Prasad Yadav
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In a way, certain sections of the media always wanted to knock me because I had captained my country and been skipper at Old Trafford. It was all a bit odd really.
quote by Bryan Robson
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In the fairy tale the painting represents the here and now. The book is actually divided into five sections, through which the key character, the muse, leads us.
quote by Kit Williams
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Fadeout 1930
Fadeout 1930 era
I never really tried you out
But all my friends who used to be
Just never had the time for me
You can change your colours
Ill just change my point of view
Ill live a lie to prove my point
Or Ill turn all my thought to you
Fadeout 1930
Keep a low profile
Strange how it gets around
Out of sight, out of mind
I look through me, Im out of mine
Everything I say, Ive heard
And nothings mine except my wall
Do you being (begin? ) to see
There really is no me at all
Fadeout 1930
Please dont feel scared
Nothings ever quite what it seems
I hope the sadness doesnt show
For I still cling to some old dreams
Private thoughts just to you
My head liked private ways
Ive never tried so hard before
Ive really nothing left to say
Fadeout 1930
song performed by by Gary Numan
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It was an incredible resource. I'd sit with a big stack of bound New Yorkers in the library and read through, especially the 'Talk of the Town' sections.
quote by Michael Chabon
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Democracy has to be judged not just by the institutions that formally exist but by the extent to which different voices from diverse sections of the people can actually be heard.
quote by Amartya Sen
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