I just stroll in right before the recording goes on.
quote by Humphrey Lyttelton
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A Midnight Stroll
A midnight stroll I'd love to take,
a stroll when the stars are out.
But if I must do this on my own
I don't want to be out and about.
Those stars need to be seen by two,
not one lonely soul.
And thus my midnight stroll can't be.
For it would take its toll.
My heart could never stand the pain
and so I'll stay at home.
I will place it in the back of my mind
and fashion it into a poem.
'Midnight stroll, midnight stroll
come to me someday.
Let my love hear my plea
so we two can find our way
underneath the stars.'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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My recording career has luckily run the gamut of recording environments.
quote by Matt Cameron
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Nowadays, it's like two different arenas, recording and touring. When I started way back in the day, doing both was nothing, you didn't have to think about it, the road and recording.
quote by Bootsy Collins
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T Bone and I grew up together in Fort Worth, Texas. He had his own recording studio by the time he was seventeen years old. When we were both nineteen he made the first archival recording of my voice.
quote by Betty Buckley
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And for me the only way to live life is to grab the bull by the horns and call up recording studios and set dates to go in recording studios. To try and accomplish something.
quote by John Frusciante
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You can alter movie singing so much because you go into the recording studio and, just technology for recording has gotten so good, you can hold out a note and they can combine a note from take 2 and a note from take 8.
quote by Anne Hathaway
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Corridors Of Our Memories
Down the corridors of our memories,
we stroll whenever we can,
finding snippets of our life left behind.
Loves that we wanted but lost,
heartaches that fell upon us
in those long ago days.
We stroll down the corridors
looking for things we forgot
finding little pockets
that we had forgotten about.
Little treasure that made our life full
now only a memory from a faraway hill
that we once climbed,
but will never climb again.
Faces flicker passed as if on some movie screen
of people from our past never to be seen again.
All of them deposited along
the corridors of our memories
where we like to stroll along
every now and then.
poem by David Harris
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The thing is that I have a really intense, almost compulsive need to record. But it doesn't end there, because what I record is somehow transformed into a creative thing. There is a continuity. Recording is the beginning of a conceptual production. I am somehow collapsing the two - recording and producing - into a single event.
quote by Rem Koolhaas
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Stroll into Your Limelight!
Stroll into your limelight!
Brave.
Let gusto push you front and center.
Others still wait for unanswered prayers,
Stored and saved...
To show gold fingers to adorn deflated egos.
Attached without obstacles...
Gift wrapped and packaged to camouflage pain!
Trinkets can be sold, borrowed and stolen.
Faith is not a commodity!
Discovery is bliss...
If you,
Stroll into your limelight!
Brave.
Say goodbye to nightmares.
Say goodbye to foolishness,
Trapped by the passing of hat tricks!
And dare your dreams to come true!
Demand they appear.
Not as others wish they do for you!
But as you know them to be!
It's time for you to shine.
You can!
Just do.
Be brave...
Stroll into your limelight,
And glow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The History of Now
The recording of culture is history;
but our culture is more than that.
It's the world of human action,
and the myths we make of the fact.
The recording of history is culture,
but our history is more than that.
It informs a hidden agenda.
Unconscious of motive we act.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
It's only the present that exists as endowed.
It's the history of now. The moment - KAPOW!
That knocks you right over and muddies your brow.
Through the prism of language, we know what we know.
We carry our baggage and stories of woe.
Victor and vanquished pride cannot budge,
the dead weight of hatred and ancestral grudge.
We fight our good fights with our hand on our heart;
the music is swelling as loved ones depart.
As sheep to the slaughter, the script cannot chart,
a course more ignoble: the propagandist's art.
The recording of history is culture,
but our culture is more than that.
More than the great individuals,
the scholars so love in their tracts.
The recording of culture is history;
but our history is more than that.
Not simple dates or statistics,
the full horror and gore still attracts.
It's the history of now, the history of now.
A strange contradiction that makes sense somehow.
It's the history of now, a mystery and shroud.
The past and the future: best fiction allowed.
poem by David SmithWhite
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I Was Made For Loving You
Back when I was dating Rich,
he gave me Kiss’s guitar pic.
Gene Simons handed it to him,
in the 1978 recording session.
“I Was Made For Loving You Baby”
the song they were recording at the time,
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic,
It would be the price of ten times 9.
But I’m not selling I’m sorry to say,
I will play my guitar with it someday.
poem by Christina Sunrise
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I Was Made For Loving You
Back when I was dating Rich,
he gave me Kiss’s guitar pic.
Gene Simons handed it to him,
in the 1978 recording session.
“I Was Made For Loving You Baby”
the song they were recording at the time,
Gene was playing the bass and singing just fine.
Now if I google the price of this guitar pic,
It would be the price of ten times 9.
But I’m not selling I’m sorry to say,
maybe I will play my guitar with it someday.
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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I Feel Like Singing
I feel like singing a happy song.
I feel like singing as I stroll along.
I have the world at my feet
and nothing can go wrong.
I whistle to myself as I stroll along.
Life holds no mystery
that feel I cannot solve
and I feel like singing
as I wander on my way.
25 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Strollin Down The Highway
Strolling down the highway
I'm gonna get there my way
Just keep on down-a-walking
You hear my guitar, rocking
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
People think Im a crazing
Lot about how theyre-a-lazing
Sunshines all day long
Narcotics far too strong
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
Cars wont stop for no one
But dont you think that youre just rolling down
Think you are a spy
Gonna shoot them as they go by
Well, no cars
No cars
Wont stop for no one
Strolling down the highway
Im gonna get there my way
Just keep on down-a-walking
You hear my guitar, rocking
Well I stroll
On down
On down the highway
song performed by by Nick Drake
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Clean
There was a time
When crazy days would start with wine
And now I tow a different line
I stay in bed and use my loaf instead f my bread
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Mr Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on
There was a time
When I would dread what I had said
Waking up in someone's bed
Wondering who I was
Naked and cold
With an ache in my head
And stroll on 'cos I've been thinking so long
That's something's gonna go wrong
It's gone to my head my vision's all blurred
And my legs feel like lead
But I'm clean yeah
Friends with Charlie Sheen yeah
Don't have to wean myself up on nothing
I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
I'm clean yeah
Gonna meet the queen yeah
I won't be obscene yeah
'cos I'm two minutes clean and that's not very often
Stroll on and on and on and on and on
Oh yeah
song performed by by Robbie Williams from Life Thru A Lens
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So Much In Love
as we stroll along together
holding hands walking all along
so in love are we two
that we don't know what to do
so in love (do so in love)
in a world of our own (do so in love)
as we walk by the sea together
under stars twinkling high above
so in love are we two
no one else but me and you
so in love (do so in love)
so much in love (do so in love)
so in love (do so in love)
so much in love (do so in love)
we stroll along together
i tell you
song performed by by All-4-One from All-4-One
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In his eyes, his eyes
His open eyes, one catching the sun,
shining towards me – presumably
they still function optically:
recording, unmoved, unmoving, my presence;
this dead soldier, sodden in the ditch,
half his body peaceful, as if
welcoming his death; the other half
unmentionable; animals must eat;
his eyes recording my presence, yet
the brain now with no need
to question whether I’m the enemy; or friend;
the medic; the man who’s just shot him several times
at close range, standing over; or
the man he shot just now;
come to greet him as his newest friend.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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A Stroll Along Old Memory Lane
A stroll along old memory lane is a thing I do enjoy
And I can hear the songbirds sing in the groves of Lisnaboy
And white butterflies are flitting midst the wildflowers of July
And above the rushy meadow the lark carolling in the sky
A stroll along old memory lane on a bright Summer's day
And from the sunlit meadow the scent of new mown hay
Is so pleasant to the nostrils in the freshening morning breeze
And the temperature a perfect of around 23 degrees
And on the leafy hedgerows the young birds chirp and sing
A stroll along old memory lane is such a pleasant thing
The hum of the wild honeybees the buzzing of the flies
The past from us not distant when we do visualize
And the skylark's song in the sunny sky is a pleasant thing to hear
As you walk along old memory lane in the Summer of the year.
poem by Francis Duggan
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On Top of Earth I Will Stroll
I wish someone would stop me,
And ask me why I peacock.
As if I am not suppose to flaunt,
My pride and dignity.
Only those threatened by arrogance,
Should evaluated the keeping...
Of their own insecurities.
Instead of proclaiming to be,
One who is down to Earth.
If I am not beneath it yet,
On top of Earth I will stroll.
With a flaunting done,
Undaunted.
No time do I spend,
Competing to defend...
Or understanding weaknesses,
I have taken time from myself to rid.
I've learned how to stroll,
And be bold with the doing.
Arrogance?
I don't take time to define the doing of it.
Or do I attempt to comprehend,
Why people spend most of their lives...
With their noses in the business of others.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Wild
With you on a clear day yeah
If tried I don't think I could end it better this way
All I have is a photograph
And if loneliness can hurt as much as being cold
Come over here woman and touch me you look so electric
'Cause all I ask is a second chance
Stroll on lady
Stroll on
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over my pain
Oh love
You got a tear in your eye and a look to match it
Well maybe you think you just can't get me out of your hair
Don't try to resist it 'cause
We're getting stronger
The closer we become
You are the best thing in my life
Stroll on lady
Stroll on
And take it to the edge
Ohh oooh ahhh ahhh oooh ahhh baby
Stroll on lady
Stroll on
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make the world resolve and you take over
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make the world resolve and you take over
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over for
How long
How long Ohh with my pain
How long
Nah-nanana na na na na nanana na na na
Nah-na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Nah-na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Nah-nana nana na na na na nanana na na na
Oh and I don't need no one that's different
Na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Na na na na na na na nanana na na na
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over
Wild laces with diamonds in your hair
When you smile you make my world resolve and you take over
All my pain Ohh babe
All of my pain love love
yeah yeah
All my pain
As you strip off my clothes
Acknowledge my pride
You took away all I got I got
You took away all I got
Take all I got
All I got baby
What I got
What I got
What I got baby
Take what I got baby
Take what I got
Take what I got
song performed by by Seal from Debut
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