So, you can set up an orchestra down this end of the railway station playing one particular area, and simultaneously at the other end something completely different going on. And in the middle they meet, or not, depending.
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Meet Me At The Station
(brother williams memphis sanctified singers)
Well if I get to heaven before you do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, mother dear, for you
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Well if my eyes see the glory, before yours do
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, father, for you
I will meet you at the station whe your train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Father, when the train
Father, when the train comes along
I will meet you at the station when your train comes along
Now if my feet touch the homeline before yours do
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
Ill be watching and waiting, my brother, for you
I will meet you at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
When the train
When the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Now if you see gods country before I do
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
Will you be there watching, sister, for me
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
When my train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When my train
Sister, when my train comes along
Will you meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
When the train
Meet me at the station when my train comes along
When the train
Oh, when the train
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
Meet me at the station when the train comes along
song performed by by Waterboys
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Restricted Area
High voltage in the air
No way to know its good or bad
Dont try to trick it down
Otherwise you could be dead
So just look out
It may be mean
Just cant be too afraid of this machine
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
Restricted area
Your brains been mesmerized
And in your mind this place is full of steel,
So full of steel
So shift to overdrive
Crash away the gang with the men from another space
So be aware
Just leave the scene
The worlds been metallized by this machine
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
The worlds been metallized
A hole in the middle of the night
Restricted area
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Its a restricted area
Hold on - hold on - hold on
Your brains been mesmerized
A hole in the middle of the night
In the middle of the night
Youre heavy metallized
A hole in the middle of the night
song performed by by U. D. O.
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Sleep not deep
On the railway station
Train was comes and
Go...
Time was move...
Pasangers are
Walking plat form
Coffey shop bysy
Books shop hory
Railway station sleep well
At sunday...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Opening of the Railway Line
The opening of the railway line...
The Governor and all,
With flags and banners down the street,
A banquet and a ball,
Hark to them at the station now !
They're raising cheer on cheer,
The man who brought the railway through,
Our friend the engineer.
poem by Andrew Barton Paterson
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The Bench
I saw her and felt very sad
There she was, thinly clad,
Sitting on a bench on a railway station,
Motionless, there was no animation,
No showing of any observation,
Her aura was one of devastation,
Although things were happening all around her,
Nothing seemed to make her move or even stir,
Actually no movement of any kind,
She was acting, totally blind,
No spark of recognition,
Or of making a decision,
Staring blankly into space,
As if lost without a trace.
I wondered what was making her this way,
All I could do for her, was to silently pray,
And watch the tears go sliding down her face,
Oblivious of the place, that was her location,
Which was, sitting on a bench on a railway station.
poem by Ernestine Northover
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If a professional musician in a symphony orchestra is playing Beethoven. But this particular orchestra have played this particular chestnut so many times, they can play it in their sleep. Does the genius remain present in the music or not?
quote by Robert Fripp
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Personally, I've found that the kind of thing that I like is going into somebody else's area and not playing their music but doing whatever I do in their area.
quote by Derek Bailey
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Chatting Today
I worked for the union and on my very first communion, you know,
It never ever, ever, ever worked out right
So I spent the night sleepin on the railway
I worked for the foundry and man my mind it nearly drowned
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It never, it could never work out right
So I said so long, amigo. good night and slept on the railway
The railway, theres no better way, ooh the railway
And its nice to talk to you today
I worked for the miller, a very, very nice type of fell-a {fellow}
But I could see that it was never gonna work out right
So I split and spent the night sleeping on the railway
I worked in the subway arc, oh yeah, yeah
You know it never, no no never, no never no, ever no, worked out right
So I said so long and spent the night on the railway
The railway, give me a bottle of whiskey, ooh the railway
Ooh, theres nothin like the railway
And Id like to thank someone for mascara and good things that I done
And for the time ya spent and the friendship begun
And most of all starry nights on the railway
Ooh, I dont know no better way
Than just, ooh, lyin back an drifting away
I can hear it, I can hear it
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Chatting Today
I worked for the union and on my very first communion, you know,
It never ever, ever, ever worked out right
So I spent the night sleepin on the railway
I worked for the foundry and man my mind it nearly drowned
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
It never, it could never work out right
So I said so long, amigo. good night and slept on the railway
The railway, theres no better way, ooh the railway
And its nice to talk to you today
I worked for the miller, a very, very nice type of fell-a {fellow}
But I could see that it was never gonna work out right
So I split and spent the night sleeping on the railway
I worked in the subway arc, oh yeah, yeah
You know it never, no no never, no never no, ever no, worked out right
So I said so long and spent the night on the railway
The railway, give me a bottle of whiskey, ooh the railway
Ooh, theres nothin like the railway
And Id like to thank someone for mascara and good things that I done
And for the time ya spent and the friendship begun
And most of all starry nights on the railway
Ooh, I dont know no better way
Than just, ooh, lyin back an drifting away
I can hear it, I can hear it
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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Beside Myself
Small child messing down, messing down.
In the streets of bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, no shame;
Indeed, why should they?
Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear him?
Im beside myself.
Big sister, can you see him cry, see him cry?
Im beside myself.
I saw you taking money in the shadows --
In the shadows by the station there.
Ill wish you up a silver train
To carry you to school, bring you home again.
Strip off that work paint and put a cleaner face on.
Im beside myself.
Hollow faced mother with her babe in arms,
Babe in arms-looks through me.
Behind forgotten charms,
Forgotten charms to soothe me.
Between the guilt and charity --
I feel the wimp inside of me.
Im beside myself.
Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
Im so proud of you --
Swimming up from the deep blue.
Which one of me do you run to?
Im beside myself.
Small child messing down, messing down.
In the streets of bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, have no shame;
Indeed, why should they?
Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Beside Myself
Small child messing down, messing down.
In the streets of bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, no shame;
Indeed, why should they?
Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear him?
Im beside myself.
Big sister, can you see him cry, see him cry?
Im beside myself.
I saw you taking money in the shadows --
In the shadows by the station there.
Ill wish you up a silver train
To carry you to school, bring you home again.
Strip off that work paint and put a cleaner face on.
Im beside myself.
Hollow faced mother with her babe in arms,
Babe in arms-looks through me.
Behind forgotten charms,
Forgotten charms to soothe me.
Between the guilt and charity --
I feel the wimp inside of me.
Im beside myself.
Out in the middle distance, still more tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
Im so proud of you --
Swimming up from the deep blue.
Which one of me do you run to?
Im beside myself.
Small child messing down, messing down.
In the streets of bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, have no shame;
Indeed, why should they?
Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing.
Im beside myself.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The shows are so different from each other, depending on whether I play with my band, Nine Stories, other musicians, an orchestra, only one or two members of my band.
In My Area
I am in my area
There is nothing to dispute.
I am in my area
I can do whatever I like
Openly and in mute.
I am in my area
It is open and simple
I am in my area
I am in peace and stable.
Please do not grumble.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Boy who Sees His Dark Face After a Long Time
A market place where nearby
The old Railway station
Under the hot Sun,
The shoeshine boy
Not yet ten
With his holey satchel
Who shines the old retired
Bachelor Station Master's shoes
And he sees on the toe his dark face
After a long time since the day
Broke the mirror
And kicked his Mom away
By the drunkard father!
(To the Brazilian authoress Carolina Maria de Jesus
for her diary 'Child of Darkness'.)
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Egos Like Hairdos
I saw on the poster
my name was printed
just a little bit smaller
I can tell you need to stand
just a little bit taller
no one ever talks about it
but no one can disguise
the cloud of competition
that's hanging behind their eyes
there's more bad blood
in this bar than there is beer
and it's subtle but it still sucks
and I want out of here
we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
they told me you wanted to play last
every profession has its system of castes
so they reverse the order we go on
and then you stand at the bar
and you talk through my songs
we've got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
everybody loves the underdog
but no one wants to be him
the press will fatten you up
and then they'll dig their teeth in
it's cool to discover someone
it's hard to support them
everyone is playing life
like it's some stupid sport
we got egos like hairdos
they're different every day
depending on how we slept the night before
depending on the demons that are at our door
I got my kitchen stocked
I got my door unlocked
there're no demons here
and I don't really care
whose name is printed in bigger type
you know I live in a world full of hope
not a world full of hype
I ain't no saint
I help myself to what I need
but I help other people too
y'know I sleep soundly
song performed by by Ani DiFranco from Puddle Dive
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My Beloved
' My beloved, my angle
Sweetest girl on this earth for me.
I love her so much
But she din't gives a chance to me.'
' I din't love her for her beauty or anything
But I love her for manythings.
At the railway station I was thinking that
I got the punishment of loving someone.'
' I did love her so pure
I want to spend my life with her for sure.
I did love, I did respect, I did care
But she din't wants to see my face anywhere.'
' May she gimme a chance one day
Otherwise she will regret some day.
I tried to talk to her manytime
But she has one answer no! every time.'
' At the railway station I was thinking that
I got the punishment of loving someone.
People says that there is another after every train
But there is only one which get u home.'
' The confusion is growing up such as
Child growth after having complain.
I love her so much by my soul
But she say's that is that the all.'
' I do pray for her all the day
I want her smiling face all the day.
May God give her all the happiness
May she understand my love's deepness.'
'My beloved, my angle
Sweetest girl on this earth for me.
I love her so much
But she din't gives a chance to me.'
poem by Mahaveer Kumawat
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Cloudy Army* (2003)
Days like this are perfect to be outside.
There is no traffic from above.
There is activity going on somewhere.
Sometimes you can not see it.
This stuff does happen worldwide.
Nature being mean spirited,
Nature being sweet with love,
Nature being both simultaneously...
Suddenly without a care,
Boom! Clash! from afar...
They are coming...
You could even smell them.
Roaming on opposite sides thumping.
Humans of this planet are condemned.
Nature can be mean spirited...
Nature can be sweet with love...
Nature can be even both simultaneously...
They are meeting for the catastrophe.
The ground begins to help with lightning.
Rain attacks with kiss drops...for now.
There's a ricochet of light to a lonely tree.
All humans know is that this is only the begining.
They have collided forming one huge dirty cotton.
It has the area surrounded creating windy debris.
What ever it is, it has begun not knowing the end...
'Clash of the weather fronts your eyes,
reminisce how you miss(ed) the blue skies...'
If this is not enough,
though it's already rough,
what else are they getting from the ocean.
Nature can be mean spirited...
Nature can be sweet with love...
Nature can be even both simultaneously...
poem by David Joel Rodriguez
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And over the last ten years, after my work with the Brodsky Quartet, I had the opportunity to write arrangements for chamber group, chamber orchestra, jazz orchestra, symphony orchestra even.
quote by Elvis Costello
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When I first wrote for orchestra, I didn't realize, when you have 20 people playing a violin line, that is very different than one person playing that line.
quote by David Del Tredici
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Interpretations and Misinterpretations
there is definitely a God
he leads to a lot
of interpretations
and misinterpretations
depending on who you are
there is a God
he can lead you to war
or peace depending
on how you interprete him
there is a God
he can lead you to hell
or heaven depending on
how you follow him
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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