When we were making Speaking in Tongues and Remain in Light, we were jamming. From that we were taking the best bits and then recording and improvising on top of those.
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The Winner
If I listen to you then Im a winner,
If I take you at your word every day.
Theres nothing that can harm me Im a winner
All the way,
If I take notice of what the words tell me,
Its not too long before Im caught out in the
Rain
Youre the only one who can take me back again.
Taking me back, making me one with you,
Taking me back, making me new.
Taking me back, even when Ive been done
With you,
Taking me back, you keep pulling me through,
To the love that wont give up - with you
Im a winner
Here I am Im a winner
See my world turned it upside down,
Maybe know that Im nothing without you.
Got a brand new style of living with a
Motivation,
When I know my way losing my direction.
Thats when I get hurt with no one else to
Blame
Youre the only one who can heal me taking me
Back again.
Taking me back, making me one with you,
Taking me back, making me new.
Taking me back, even when Ive been done
With you,
Taking me back, you keep pulling me through,
To the love that wont give up here I am a
Winner
Here I am Im a winner.
If I listen to you then Im a winner,
If I take you at your word every day.
Theres nothing that can harm me Im a
Winner all the way,
Taking me back, making me one with you,
Taking me back, making me new.
Taking me back, even when Ive been done
With you,
Taking me back, you keep pulling me through,
To the love that wont give up.
You keep taking me back, making me one
With you,
Taking me back, making me new.
Taking me back, even when Ive been done
With you,
Taking me back, you keep pulling me through,
To the love that wont give up.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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The first eight songs we were using someone else's monitors and it is hard to follow the changes when you are jamming if you can't hear those who you are jamming with.
quote by John Entwistle
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There's No Other Way
You're taking the fun
Out of everything
Making me run
When I don't want to think
You're taking the fun
Out of everything
I don't want to think at all
[Chorus]
There's no other way
There's no other way
All that you can do
Is watch them play
You're taking the fun
Out of everything
You're making it clear
When I don't want to think
You're taking me up
When I don't want to go up anymore
I'm just watching it all
[repeat chorus]
song performed by by Blur from Leisure
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Crazy Jane On God
That lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Banners choke the sky;
Men-at-arms tread;
Armoured horses neigh
In the narrow pass:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
I had wild jack for a lover;
Though like a road
That men pass over
My body makes no moan
But sings on:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Before their eyes a house
That from childhood stood
Uninhabited, ruinous,
Suddenly lit up
From door to top:
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
Oh, that lover of a night
Came when he would,
Went in the dawning light
Whether I would or no;
Men come, men go;
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
All things remain in god.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The way that we imitate each others' riffs is something that other bands don't do as much. If we're jamming with a jazz band, or I am jamming with a jazz band, I have to catch myself, the tendency is always to do that.
quote by Mike Gordon
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How I Wish You Do Not Understand My Language
speaking in tongues the drops of light fall on the pavement
of the church, worse, there were heads banging against other heads
and beards. Birds fly away, upon a thud of a pod,
pudding, leaves heaping, trees shedding off heaps of leaves,
and church bells ringing, i drag my feet drugged against the
ragged tags of the rugged rags, Sham, It is still painful.
How i wish you do not understand my language, Yet you
are speaking it, like i am the sham shaman of the shah of tehran.
it is your wedding day. I am here.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Celtic Aggression
Somebody cried the death of culture
Somebody spit in a little boy's face
Somebody said you robbed my homeland
Somebody got the wrong impression
So we came across the water
From the shores of the isle of green
Speaking separate tongues
In the death of culture
Somebody said you stole my language
Some people will say anything
Somebody said you robbed my heritage
Some people will believe anything
Somebody said you always spoke English
Somebody got the wrong impression
So we came across the water
From the shores of the isle of green
Speaking separate tongues
In the death of culture
It was the death of culture
It was the death of culture
Bhi machree
Ohin trasna na farraige
Bhi machree
Ohin trasna na farraige
So we came across the water
From the shores of the isle of green
So we came across the water
Speaking seperate tongues
In the death of culture
song performed by by Tonic from Lemon Parade
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A lot of people love the idea of improvising but are terrified of it, so I tried to make a book that was not a chef's book about improvising but a real home cook's book with a real home cook's pantry, supermarket ingredients, that sort of thing.
quote by Sally Schneider
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The Waves Of The Earth As Analogy
time is like the waves
of the sea carrying some season in between
the folds of our consciousness
burying some and then after a while
taking them back to the
shores of our being and we think that there is an end to all these
but the folds come back
recede and go somewhere to another shore
and another shore and another and another
and on the limitations of our
seeing we do not anymore remember but our
hearts still
our mouths no longer speaking
our tongues however
like our noses somehow have the glimpse
of the taste and smell
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Smell Of My Emotions
these emotions are scents,
they long, for your perfume,
that time, when you were
beside me, i want to hold you
and kiss you, nothing metaphorical
about a kiss, like lips, like
tips, tongues, are tongues,
tasting like you, and your emotions,
they give me a trail,
domesticating me to your
heart, a home, but not
for me, it is you, and i know,
i cannot have, but just beside
you, in this car, this journey,
that i mumble, for how long,
i know, it will be forever,
this longing, this dream,
of one, of wholeness,
i remain, incomplete, i have
hands but they are still,
like posts, with lights
on an evening, and you
are below me, as i provide
the light, and then you
walk away, just like that,
just like that, just like that,
there is no breath for me
there is no place.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Hello Candice, Are You Sure Of Yourself?
you speak of some bits, bits and bits
of bits buried underneath our hearts and
bones and you want them
to be unraveled bit by bit
that there is always a way, a manner
a process, some means
to an end, to find that light at the end of the tunnel
i am born on a complicated day.
And then i have grown hairs on my head
They too are complications
and my fingers do not have the same lengths
and shapes
That is also another complication
And my feet are not straight
And my face is not proportional
There are angles of deflection
There are lights in me which are refracted
And i may appear so far
And my hands may bend a little
It is because of the difference in our index
I am myself sometimes. I am not myself most of the times.
I ask you then: Are you sure of yourself?
Is that you? If yes, I am telling you
I am not me. I am somebody else.
If No, do not mind me at all.
I am having the tantrums of the poet
A dough with yeast. A grapefruit sour to your lips.
I am irony. I am another riddle.
I like to make myself readable. How many syllables do you
need? Tell me.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Little Bits Of Lightning
(robin lerner/steve booker)
I have listen to the sound
Of a lonely night
Gone a thousand miles
Through a storm-filled sky
Looking for some light
Never dreamed of turning back
But faced the wind instead
cause I knew somewhere
Youd be waiting there
Down the road ahead
All throught the longest night
Your burning light did shine
Like little bits of lightning
Lighting up the whole world with your flame
Every day to make it better
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
If I should ever lose my way
Find the strength in me is gone
I wont worry what to do
cause darlin I know you
Will come and take me home
All throught the longest night
Your burning light did shine
Like little bits of lightning
Lighting up the whole world with your flame
Every day to make it better
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
Strong enough to carry the weight
Your love became my saving grace
The kind of feelin words cant explain
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
Like little bits of lightning
Shining through the rain
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Colour By Numbers
When I looked in your eyes
Felt the spirit of man
Demanding more than just a smile
Took a chance for a while
Speaking in tongues
That float us down rivers
The past will remind us
All colours we chose
When I told you those lies
Felt the spirit of love
Demanding more than comprimise
Took a chance for a while
Speaking in tongues
That float us down rivers
The past will remind us
All colours we chose
Some people say that the way that we live
Is out of this place
And some people say that the way that we live
Is blinded by fate
All colours we chose
song performed by by Culture Club
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When You Gonna Wake Up?
God dont make no promises that he dont keep.
You got some big dreams, baby, but in order to dream you gotta still be asleep.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Counterfeit philosophies have polluted all of your thoughts.
Karl marx has got ya by the throat, henry kissingers got you tied up in knots.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got innocent men in jail, your insane asylums are filled,
You got unrighteous doctors dealing drugs thatll never cure your ills.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You got men who cant hold their peace and women who cant control their tongues,
The rich seduce the poor and the old are seduced by the young.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools,
You got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Spiritual advisors and gurus to guide your every move,
Instant inner peace and every step you take has got to be approved.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Do you ever wonder just what God requires?
You think hes just an errand boy to satisfy your wandering desires.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
You cant take it with you and you know that its too worthless to be sold,
They tell you, time is money as if your life was worth its weight in gold.
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
Theres a man up on a cross and hes been crucified.
Do you have any idea why or for who he died?
When you gonna wake up, when you gonna wake up
When you gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My recording career has luckily run the gamut of recording environments.
quote by Matt Cameron
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Im so sorry
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you think all men are the same
Sorry for making you feel naked
Sorry for sharing my dreams with the outside world
I'm so sorry
Sorry for taking late night calls in your presence
Sorry for not making you my number one
Sorry for not saying thank you
I'm so sorry
Sorry for the tears I've made you cry
Sorry for not answering when you called upon my name
Sorry for waking up and not finding me there
Sorry for making you feel unappreciated and unloved
I'm so sorry
Sorry for not saying Happy Birthday
Sorry for being a nightmare in your life
Sorry for making you my punching bag
I'm so sorry
Sorry for making you say sorry when it was not your fault
Sorry for the promises I made but never kept
I'm so sorry
poem by Neo tshegofatso Molefe
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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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Remain In Light
The crickets are singing a haunting ballad
While leaves rustle in the win
This is a genesis
This is onward to a revelation
You know
Some just want to blend in the dark
Yet we try to create a spark
But with the appearance of the moon
We've chosen to remain in light
We're all alone tonight
And for that we'll remain in light
But we both know
The night reaps rewards for lovers
And many more to the others
But for it all tonight
We'll remain in light
poem by Justin Gildow
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A Vicious Cycle
Taking life and feeding death
a broken path, a fork in the road.
Screaming, beating, defeating,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Whispering cruel thoughts, stealing breath
voicing once hidden intentions.
Taking life and feeding death.
Gentle heat, steadfast heart
killing death to take a chance on life every fourth.
Fighting, winning and losing,
not making any sense but still vital to life and death.
Encouraging and coaxing, giving life
pushing back the darkness until its turn to submit.
Taking death and making life.
Whipped around, a vicious cycle
full of life and death, each vital to survival.
Giving up, making a new start, taking a chance on something new
Still making no sense at all, but perhaps it's not ment to.
Degrading, crushing, Encouraging, freeing
Compromise, age, learning to wait.
Life and death, each vital to survival.
poem by Laura Cummings
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Thanksgiving
What a day to dismantle a roller-coaster.
Well, they are taking it down--
the tracks are all over the ground
and the ties drawn up. The ticket office
is shut, the calliope covered with tarps.
These workmen move their rides
from town to town, with the weather,
and a day gained dismantling
is a day to them. They are grateful
for the day gained, and for the silence
in a park where only ducks and I remain.
As if against the numb fall sky,
sounds of hammers and crowbars
and the changing voice of one man's oldest son
rebound from pond to light pole and away.
Tomorrow they'll be on their way
to Arkansas, or a place they haven't
been before; today they're making time.
Today they're making time. The doors
of the van are open, the van is dark.
The cars stand there in a line, as if
they are not well or have something
to tell the man who stands on the tail-gate.
This corner of the park is nearly flat.
poem by Peter Klappert
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