I wish I could blame it on the choreography, but it's not a musical. I just had a clumsy moment.
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When you shoot a musical, you're shooting to lipsynch tracks, so we had to figure out our choreography and work out what we wanted to do with each number before we did it.
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Then came the choreography... the impact of music and choreography tends to really emphasize an overall feeling of what you really want out of the program.
quote by Peggy Fleming
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Idol has pretty much taken me out of my recording and out of my choreography. I have managed to slip in some choreography jobs. And I've been writing songs for other artists.
quote by Paula Abdul
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Without my husband's costumes I wouldn't have known how to accomplish what I saw in my own mind's eyes for choreography. And then seeing our choreography and knowing the background of it I am sure helped my husband a great deal with what he designed for us.
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I had certain physical limitations that made me change the choreography for myself or made me more interested in choreography only rather than dancing. I have never been a person who wanted to just dance. I have always been interested in developing for other people.
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Sonnet: Why Blame?
Why blame the eagle for its swoop on mice?
Why blame the tiger for hunting its prey?
Why blame the drug-peddler for playing dice?
Why blame the donkey when it can but bray?
Why blame the wind that makes the branches sway?
Why blame the snake for its poison-fangs?
Why blame the sun for a hot summer’s day?
Why blame the police for the thieving gangs?
Why blame the night for being dark and cold?
Why blame the devils when they will tempt man?
Why blame our fate when we are getting old?
Why blame the Maker for how Man began?
Why blame the circumstances for our sins?
Why blame the tongue, whenever our words mince?
7-30-2002
poem by John Celes
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Sonnet: Such Blaming is Futile
Why blame poor Death when it does its duty?
Why blame the land for becoming desert?
Why blame Nature for unleashing fury?
Why blame dame Luck for being so inert?
Why blame the Sun for scorching summer’s heat?
Why blame the winter for its freezing cold?
Why blame the Wind for turning land less neat?
Why blame women for asking diamonds, gold?
Why blame the Sky for not bringing the Rain?
Why blame the Air for becoming so foul?
Why blame the nerves for sensation of pain?
Why blame the devils for your sinful soul?
Why blame the Stars for good or bad life brings?
Why blame your God for bad turn of some things?
poem by John Celes
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If my life was a song the title would probably be 'Clumsy', 'cause I'm clumsy.
quote by Pia Toscano
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The Guilt
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Oh how I wish I could undo the things I have said and done to you.
It's all my fault.
I'll take all the blame hand to god.
Every time you cried I claim it as my own.
And now I'm living a shallow life all alone.
Their is some things you just can't condone.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
To move on is so hard.
Love has retarded all my movements.
Slow has slow can be.
A distinguished defeat.
A gallant retreat.
Is never full of such deceit.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
The people have spoken.
Capital punishment for a capital crime.
Maybe not in your eyes.
But most certainly in mine.
Grinding the steel down to tip so fine.
A brutal way to inflict the pain.
I do this to myself in your name.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
How can I defend my actions.
How could I have walk down this road of hate and rage.
How can I claim to even be a poet of this day and age.
Mere ramblings that now feel so fake.
Everyone I've written was for her sake.
Everyone was just another page of mistakes.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Making another promise I can never keep.
Wounding and broken.
I'm of the god forsaken.
Please don't come near me.
I'll just hurt you.
The same as always.
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Just push everybody away.
For I can no longer stand the pain.
It has driven me to the brink of insanity.
This is just a sun shiny day.
A wooers moment, but I'm no longer in that kind of mood.
What would you conclude?
I still look upon the stars
They're still forever changing and rearranging.
A musical collaboration.
A fantastic sensation and it is with out you.
Is it just another interlude to something ever greater?
Am I to be another wannabe be saviour.
I hold my petty sword and shield.
Ready to defend but to what I don't know.
I let everyone I loved go.
Burn the flag and let it wave.
For their is nothing left to save.
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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I think no woman I have had ever gave me so sweet a moment, or at so light a price, as the moment I owe to a newly heard musical phrase.
The Earth Falls Down
If I could blame it all on the weather,
the snow like the cadaver's table,
the trees turned into knitting needles,
the ground as hard as a frozen haddock,
the pond wearing its mustache of frost.
If I could blame conditions on that,
if I could blame the hearts of strangers
striding muffled down the street,
or blame the dogs, every color,
sniffing each other
and pissing on the doorstep…
If I could blame the bosses
and the presidents for
their unpardonable songs…
If I could blame it on all
the mothers and fathers of the world,
they of the lessons, the pellets of power,
they of the love surrounding you like batter…
Blame it on God perhaps?
He of the first opening
that pushed us all into our first mistakes?
No, I'll blame it on Man
For Man is God
and man is eating the earth up
like a candy bar
and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean
for it is known he will gulp it all down.
The stars (possibly) are safe.
At least for the moment.
The stars are pears
that no one can reach,
even for a wedding.
Perhaps for a death.
poem by Anne Sexton
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Blame It On A Sad Song
(gary rossington -- johnny vanzant -- rickey medlocke -- hughie thomasson)
Here I sit all by myself
Wonderin how she could put our love on a shelf
A crowd of people, they pass me by
But all I can do is hang my head and cry
(chorus)
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore
I know when we first started out
I was your only love and you had no doubt
But songs of the heart dont last forever
But dont you give up on love cause you never say never
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song in the night
Anymore
cause not a day goes by that I dont think about you
Oh, moment to moment, I get lost in time
And many years from now when I hear that song come on the radio
All those feelings will come back to haunt me
My heart will let me know
Blame it on a sad song in the night
I dont want anyone but you to make it right
Blame it on a sad song in the night
Well, its an old familiar feelin
Girl, its got my heart reelin
Dont want to hear a sad song anymore
Blame it on a sad song
You can blame it on a sad song, baby
Blame it on, blame it on a sad song
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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To me, the musical is best when it's a musical comedy. So if you have a very, very funny show, and very good, funny songs, that's what the musical does best.
Musical chair
Musical chair is not mine
I can not share the musical chair with others.
I never play with musical chair
I do not believe musical chair can be played.
I believe mine is mine
And yours is yours.
I can not take away your right
You can not take away mine.
The world is here, look
With a musical chair.
I am here and also you are.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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A Toast to the Men
Here's to the men! Since Adam's time
They've always been the same;
Whenever anything goes wrong,
The woman is to blame.
From early morn to late at night,
The men fault-finders are;
They blame us if they oversleep,
Or if they miss a car.
They blame us if, beneath the bed,
Their collar buttons roll;
They blame us if the fire is out
Or if there is no coal.
They blame us if they cut themselves
While shaving, and they swear
That we're to blame if they decide
To go upon a tear.
Here's to the men, the perfect men!
Who never are at fault;
They blame us if they chance to get
The pepper for the salt.
They blame us if their business fails,
Or back a losing horse;
And when it rains on holidays
The fault is ours, of course.
They blame us when they fall in love,
And when they married get;
Likewise they blame us when they're sick,
And when they fall in debt.
For everything that crisscross goes
They say we are to blame;
But, after all, here's to the men,
We love them just the same!
poem by Edgar Albert Guest
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When the love is gone
Looking for love and everywhere are bared without tenderness of the love.
Inside my soal searching for love to hold it tight in my arms.
But love has gone so long ago and how can be found.
How can I live without the warm love desires.
The days are all the same have no taste no colors not even names, without love just are following each other and passing by.
Every moment is like ahuge deserted places aching my heart just humbling by.
The time has stopped no where to run to escape the loneliness to find love.
There is nothing to do, no one to blame and whom to blame! And how can i!
Blame the nothing that is sitrring inside deeper of my heart.
How can I blame you love!
poem by Sossi Khachadourian
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Put The Blame On Me
(words & music by twomey - wise - blagman)
If they say we were doin wrong
If they say we were out too long
Well, you can say
My arms were just too strong
Put the blame, put the blame on me
Felt so good when I held you tight
Couldnt stop when we kissed goodnight
So if they tell us we dont heave the right
Put the blame, put the blame on me
What I feel is deep inside
This is real and I wont hide
Go ahead, use my name
Ill be proud to take the blame
You just did what I made you do
You love me and I love you
So if the way they talk can bother you
Put the blame, put the blame on me
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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The Biggest One
The water running down that pipe
Looks like a snake to me
By docs sugar bowl my coffee gets cold
Because I dont want to see that
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Im the biggest one
Im the biggest one
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Should have changed that stupid lock
Should have thrown away the key
No, no, not i, I will survive
Right down here on my knees cause
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
Im the biggest one
Im the biggest one
Ive got no one to blame but my fat self
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Not Well Arranged Days Of Lore
should i blame my sorrow
for not rhyming my tomorrow?
should it be the rush hours of the day
which in truth makes humanity so clumsy?
one puts a responsibility on the hour
only to feel like a powder of the flour
the days are flying like finches on the hills
how can anybody pay attention to his skills
the emotions are coming like soldiers from a war
a war that they lose, oh these bloody whore!
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I Blame You
Ten miles from nowhere
Theres a story thats true
About a fine girl
And a boy just like you
They fell so deeply
But then fell apart
Now they say the same words
Of what used to be
What used to be
I blame you (I blame you)
I blame you (I blame you)
I blame you (I blame you)
He drops his car keys
And crawls on the ground
Finds her old haircomb
Shed wear into town
Cant bear to keep it
Or throw it away
Gets back down on his kness
Put it back where it lay
Back where it lay
I blame you (I blame you)
I blame you (I blame you)
I blame you (I blame you)
Notes
There is a different song on dial-a-song with the same tune as this. it is titled free birds rebirth, and goes:
Listen dear people
To a story so sad
About a poor boy
Who never went bad
He got some chain mail
But he broke the chain
Now he must sing free bird
Again and again
Again and again
Again and again
Free bird
Free bird
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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