I think that the old Mothers started that trend of rehearsing long hours. We went as long as the later bands did except we didn't get paid for it like they did.
quote by Jimmy Carl Black
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Ever have one of 'those' days
Did you ever have one of “those” days
A day at least twenty seven hours long
A day in which nothing much went right
Yet also, a day when… nothing went wrong
One of those days that does absolutely nothing’
One of those days that could have phoned itself in
One of those days you could’ve fit so much stuff in
But you didn’t…and ain’t that a sin.
A day… that had it gone any slower,
Would have started goin’ in reverse
until’ it turned into yesterday and..
What could possibly be worse?
Tomorrow would become today then
Well that’s what could go wrong!
And I’d have another one of “those” days
A day at least thirty hours long
poem by David Whalen
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I was playing in other rock bands. Any of those bands didn't last long.
I really didn't have a plan, I just went in and started playing. one of my specialties was to be able to play for a really long time without stopping and I would play these repeated patterns for hours and hours and I wouldn't seem to get tired.
quote by Terry Riley
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I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When this started to happen
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
I just let it begin
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The change in anythin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
When we stopped talkin'
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
We weren't letting each other in
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
That sad, sad trend
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
The beginning of the end
I'm sorry, I didn't notice
You were no longer my friend
But believe me, now I notice
And it hurts deep within
Now that I notice
I hope you'll be again
poem by Dylan Burkhart
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Fresh Debt Offerings
Yes...
My credit is bad.
It has been for a long time.
But guess what?
Even though I didn't start that trend...
I now feel more American and patriotic than ever!
My credit has been bad for so long...
It has become good with fresh debt offerings!
Visa and Mastercards with applications sent.
With approval guaranteed...
If I should call within 24 hours.
Yes!
Whether or not I am penniless.
And at one time I felt ostracized,
Because I had no credit at all!
And today I've become embraced,
As a true American.
After more than 400 years!
And many stolen inventions.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I travel around the world constantly promoting my projects and endorsing products. Yes, I do get paid to go to parties; in fact, I'm the person who started the whole trend of paid appearances. But when you see me at a party, I'm always working or promoting something.
quote by Paris Hilton
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Life long...
Life long dreams made
Life long debts paid
Life long fights won
Life long task done
Life long sorrow averted
Life long disasters diverted
Life long promises kept
Life long tears were wept
Life long hate is bound
Life long Love is found
Life long hearts as one
Life long end will come
poem by Troy Williams
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Make It All Okay
You threw away the ballast and you rowed your boat ashore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You made your ultimatum too big to ignore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So you worked out your excuses,
turned away and shut the door.
The world's too vast for us now,
and you wanted to explore
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your hand again I'd have to walk away.
When I saw you at the street fair, you called out my name
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You said we could start over, try and make it all okay.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So our past has been rewritten
and you threw away the pen.
You'd said that I was useless,
but now you'll take me in again
Well Jesus loves me fine.
And your words fall flat this time.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you believe that I have finally turned away?
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Anything to hold onto to help me through my day.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Jesus loves me fine.
But his words fall flat this time.
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your world, did you think I'd really stay?
If you offered me the heavens, I would have to turn away.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you, now? Didn't you, now?
Didn't you?
song performed by by REM
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Make It All OK
You threw away the ballast and you rowed your boat ashore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You made your ultimatum too big to ignore
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So you worked out your excuses,
turned away and shut the door.
The world's too vast for us now,
and you wanted to explore
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your hand again I'd have to walk away.
When I saw you at the street fair, you called out my name
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
You said we could start over, try and make it all okay.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
So our past has been rewritten
and you threw away the pen.
You'd said that I was useless,
but now you'll take me in again
Well Jesus loves me fine.
And your words fall flat this time.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you believe that I have finally turned away?
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Anything to hold onto to help me through my day.
Didn't you, now? Didn't you?
Jesus loves me fine.
But his words fall flat this time.
It's a long, long long road
And I don't know which way to go
If you offered me your world, did you think I'd really stay?
If you offered me the heavens, I would have to turn away.
Was it my imagination, or did I hear you say,
"We don't have a prayer between us."
Didn't you, now? Didn't you, now?
Didn't you?
song performed by by REM
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For mothers who must earn, there is indeed no leisure time problem. The long hours of earning are increased by the hours of domestic labor, until no slightest margin for relaxation or change of thought remains.
quote by Katharine Anthony
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We didn't realize there were that many boy bands until we started touring in Europe. I don't think we were ever affected by it since a lot of the groups in Europe didn't really sing live, but we did and would perform a cappella as well.
quote by A.J. McLean
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How Many Times
Well it takes a long time
To find the right woman
The best one there is
Not the best you can do
It takes a long time
To find the right woman
Some men never do
I spent half my life
Lying to girls
Who were looking for love
Where it didn't exist
The rest of the time
I was worrying myself
About what it was that I'd missed
[CHORUS]
How many times
I don't know, I don't know
How many times
I don't know but when it happened my heart started to go...
Ooh-aah, ooh-aah
Ooh-aah, ooh-aah
I didn't trust you
From the moment I saw you
I didn't trust you
And I know it was right
But my head and my heart
Have been fighting a battle
And my heart started winning last night
[CHORUS]
Well I'm bored by pain and I'm tired of sorrow
Give me the word and I'll leave here tomorrow
I don't giva a damn about anything else
The rest of the world can go and hang themselves
ooh-aah....(etc.)
song performed by by Proclaimers
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, commuting sometimes two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
its p[l]ace, weak celebration paid in kind,
traced race to waste bereft, much left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out of as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours of leisure, then, without ado,
day's drive departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck luck's trend bends in the end to Death
whose lock mocks motto 'to thyself be true! '
Three hours for chat, sex, net or television,
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision.
16 May 2001 revised 18 December 2008
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The Daily Act of Presence
Eight hours at work, in travel up to two,
the daily act of presence is assigned
and celebrated weakly, paid in kind, -
so much to waste, so little left to do.
Eight hours abed, at table almost two,
the daily act of presence, daily grind,
few dare opt out as life's clocks unwind, -
such haste to conquer Time, whose ride’s askew.
Three hours leisure, then, without ado,
the day departs, leaves most deprived of breath.
Who'd buck the trend bends in the end to Death -
what sense retains 'unto thyself be true'?
Three hours for music, films or television –
no wonder Man’s case-study for derision!
poem by Jonathan Robin
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Long, Long Ago
Long, long ago, so very long ago
I waited for someone that I didn't know.
The wait was a long arduous task to bear.
I started seeing silver strands in my hair.
I kept myself busy and life was passing away.
And every day that passed I saw more gray.
Then when I least expected it there you were
with shining blue eyes that set my heart astir.
Your hair had grayed just like mine.
We met and were astonished at life's design.
Where were we when we both were young?
Where were we when our heartstrings were strung,
vibrating like violin strings waiting for delight?
We were crying soundlessly into the night.
But where we are now we appreciate so.
Our search is over from long, long ago.
We live with happiness and never look back
We never think about the missing years or the lack.
For only a fool would concentrate on the past
because what I waited for is here at last.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Why'd We Come
Intro
Everyone says we've come such a long, long way
We're civilized, isn't that nice?
We've gotten so smart
We know how to blow the whole world apart
But when it comes to the simple things
(like living together) . . . ha!
Verse
Why'd we have to come all this way
Is anything any easier to understand
Why'd we have to come all this way
Are we any smarter than primitive men
We still fall in love though we know better
Anything at all just to stay together
Stop wasting all my time
Chorus
Why did we come all this way
Why did we come all this way
Why did we come all this way
Why did we come all this way
Verse
Why'd we have to come all this way
We could have quit while we were way ahead
Why'd we have to come all this way
We could have just stayed home instead
The road was long and the journey was hard
We never even dreamed that we'd come so far
Chorus
Bridge
It didn't have to end up like this
It didn't have to end up like this
It didn't have to end up like this
It didn't have to end up like this
song performed by by Oingo Boingo
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He Is Just a Salesman
Mom, there is a man at our door
He wants to talk to you.
The man was weary
His hair was like hay
His face was wrinkled
But a pair of eyes of steel.
Mom was angry
Go play in your room son,
He is just a salesman.
Salesman, didn't I tell you never to come again?
The man said,
Mom is right son,
I sold a heart to your mom long long ago
She promised one back but never paid
Now I want to sell another for free,
She will not allow me now.
poem by Prabhakar Sarma Neog
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I didn't think I was an actor and fought it for a long time. Nobody paid for that but me.
quote by Kathleen Quinlan
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Reflection and refraction.
As long as we do not pay,
another human well,
we will not be paid well.
As long as we do not appreciate,
the intelligence and innocence,
we will not be appreciated.
As long as we are not aware,
of our own strength and weakness,
we will not be enlightened.
As long as we do not love,
and understand another human,
we will not be loved and understood.
As long as another man's face,
does not smile at us, realize,
his face is our reflection.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Come A Long Way
Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
See this race is wrong
Come see, this race is right
See millions of years pass with no end in sight
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Up on may day, and there is a carnival on my street tonight
I hear them dancing, I hear them dancing
But on a clear day
If this thing dont move here
Then this thing just dont have no heartbeat
Get on the street, I say
Sweet hours to live, I got no time to kill
I said hold back those arms raised hold back the bill
Sleep tight, you couldnt count the cost through the night
cause its not right, it never was right
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Swing low, could be the last call for two of us
I said swing high, reach out and touch the sky
But dont cry yet, its not time yet
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Come a long, long way
Come a long, long
Words and music : simple minds (c) emi music (publ) ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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After You Leave Me
Written by george clinton
Lead vocals by james young
You come to me girl
Tears are in your eyes
Your heads bowed in sorrow
You whisper your good-byes
Theres nothing I can tell you
To make you want to stay
So let me ask one question
Before you slip away
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
Ive seen this moment coming
For such a long, long time
Ive laid awake for hours
Rehearsing every line
But now that its here girl
Cant think of anything to say
So let me ask one question
Before you slip away
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
Every time that
I get next to her
Im hung up in this ring of fire
If I love her
Should I let her go
Or should I beg on a bended knee?
How much longer
Lord, I just dont know
I just cant take it girl
Im breaking up oer you
After you leave me
Where can I go?
After you leave me
What will I do?
After you
After you leave
song performed by by Styx
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