I remember once, when I started writing for the alto saxophone, a saxophonist told me to think of it as being like a cross between an oboe and a viola, but louder.
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I'd love to be a saxophonist. I don't know why, but I pretend I'm the saxophonist when I listen to music. I have about as much chance playing the sax as I do learning how to fly.
quote by Richard Price
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A Lover's Melody or And from the Oboe Came a Pretty Sound
And from the oboe came a pretty sound
The crescendo called love
From the bell that was his lover's heart
More beautiful than anything
Vivaldi could compose
True, she was an oboe
Alone, in an orchestra of drums, saxophones, and pianos
But she met a guitar
A beautifully carved acoustic instrument
That made a sound like no other
She'd ever heard
Together they made sweet, sweet music
The love-struck oboe wanted to stay
With the guitar, cut a deal, and
Make some records
But, alas, the guitar
Was completely unaware
Of the melody the oboe was playing
From the oboe came a pretty sound
And the guitar, he sung back
Of the returned love
The oboe was looking for,
It was a tune of lament—sad and slow
For he knew he could not give her
What she desired
So he set himself on fire
And from the guitar came a descend
When the oboe found her lover she
picked up what was left of he
and put it in a box of oak
and sailed it off to sea
the oboe knew no sad songs
but she wanted to sing him a tune
so on the beautiful sunset on June
she hummed him what she knew…
…and from the oboe came a pretty sound
poem by Alecia Carroll
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Remember.
Remember your hope not your blue
Remember your share not your dues
Remember your laugh not your tears
Remember your courage not your fear
Remember your gain not your vain
Remember your joys not your pain
Remember your smile not your cross
Remember your victory not your loss
Remember and listen to what i say.
Remember i don't want you to lose faith your self along the way! ! ! !
Writing by salma torrez.
Copyright.
poem by Salma. Torrez
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I guess we had different plans
You told me it had to end now
you ignored explaining how
you told me nothing will be strange
but you were wrong
I told you everything will change
but i stayed strong
And i said:
i'll remember you when the sun sais goodbye
i'll remember you when the rain does cry
i'll remember you when i see them smile
becuase your what made my life worth every while
you told me it had to be done
you told me you'll think of me when your gone
I wished you a safe journey
though it hurts
then as my teary eye sight
slowly blurs
I said:
i'll remember you when the sun sais goodbye
i'll remember you when the rain does cry
i'll remember you when i see them smile
becuase your what made my life worth every while
time did not cross that fast
beautiful chances had passed
if i could just kiss your cheek once more
to let you know
without you in my heart my life my all
i can not go
And i'll say..............................
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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Spooky
do you remember lying on the ground
you were smart and spooky
we rented a car and left our bags
and drove outside the city
i remember the view
it was the stars and you
we thought that this was the one
both of our ships had come
when i went away you made me a book
full of goodnight letters
i answered each one
and we made plans
for when we'd be together
but when we wanted more
i told you i wasn't sure
it started a storm, it started a storm
you think it's all my fault
i think it's all your fault
that we were never so together, so together
everywhere we went, was everywhere we went
some people thought we were fighting
trying to read eachother's writing
how, how can you resurrect, straight into a wreck
how, how can you resurrect, straight into a wreck
song performed by by Nada Surf
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March Of The Gherkins
Its been sometime since the smile
Upon my face
Had a sneak preview in town
Its been a while since I gave chase
Its been sometime since the girl
>from round my way
Came and took me by the hand
Its been a long time since I came around
I can remember when i
Stood on my head
And walking straight across the ground
I still picture the laughing faces
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
I was told to grow up soon
Face my consequences
Being told it was high time
High time to come to my senses
Climbing up to the top floor
Stood the look of pleasure
Such a silly aged man
With an attic full of treasure
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
I remember when I was ten
Things were somewhat better then
Time went by so easily
Is this the way lifes supposed to be, but
Looking back I wonder why
It seems to pass so quickly by
Memories can make you cry
I close my eyes, my tears I try to hide
I was thinking about
Tammo land
Of all the funny places
I was thinking a short time ago
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
Catch me, Im falling into my past
Deeper, the deeper the louder the laugh
song performed by by Madness
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Writing The Words
I’m writing this at your funeral.
As I watch all the people in tears.
I wish I could join them,
But I know I have to be strong.
I’m writing this on my hand,
No paper to get it down on.
I want to remember your funeral,
So I’m writing this to honour you.
I’m writing the thoughts that pop into my head,
Making sure they are only the best.
I have to remember,
Because I couldn’t live with myself if I ever forgot.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
As people dropp flowers onto your coffin.
I stand up to dropp my own,
Blue, unlike the others, because I know it’s your favourite.
I’m writing this through the ceremony,
Because if I listen to the words I’ll cry.
And I know I can’t, for you,
I have to keep it together.
I’m writing the words I want to say,
To make people remember how much love you gave.
Because I want them to know,
How much of it you gave to me.
So, I’m writing this at your funeral,
To stop myself from shedding a tear.
I’m writing this at your funeral,
So that I never ever forget you.
poem by Rachel Brewer
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I Rememer, .
I Remember, ..
I Remember, seeing cops take you away.
I Remember, it was just the 3 of us.
I Remember, going to see you.
I Remember, talking to you ALL the time.
I Remember, telling you ' I love you.'
I Remember saying, ' Daddy, i miss you.'
I Remember, when you packed your bags.
I Remember you, holding your new born child.
I Remember, when you left me.
I Remember when, i told you i hated you.
I Remember, when i met HIM.
I Remember, when HE called me HIS daughter.
I Remember, HE took your place.
I Remember when, I told HIM ' Dad, i love you.'
I Remember now, im not YOUR daughter, ..
IM HIS.
poem by Bree Chase
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I'm Sick
i'm sick if writing about love
i'm sick of writing sorrow
i'm sick of writing anything
but that anythings all i know
i dont know of happy times
when our family was alive
when mom and dad weren't fighting
and sissy and i were alike
i dont know of little picknicks
where we lie down in the grass
smile and pass notes
in the back of class
i remember crying
when you told me this was good-bye
grabbing your hand
asking you not to go
i remember bleeding
after the sharp thing hit my arm
after you said you loved me
and that you would bring no harm
poem by Jade Just me
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The difference between a violin and a viola is that a viola burns longer.
quote by Victor Borge
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A Requiem For Bartok
A Requiem for Bartok
Viola Concerto
which he never finished
poor and broke in New York
as so many were and still are
he died
there was no dirge
no elegy
no requiem
for a true artist
has no true friend
they called him a genius
a great artist
they even finished writing
his last testament
his Viola Concerto
but nobody knew him
he was alone
in his Hungarian solitude
nobody sang
a dirge
an elegy
not even a requiem
for him
one early spring night
in a Colorado town
far away from New York
I saw a woman on the stage
in the shadow of his light
let her viola sing
what cannot be sung
alone in the midst of the clamor
of symphonic chaos
people sat still
like silent tomb stones
just listened
vacant eyes
she was playing a loving requiem
for Bartok
Suchoon Mo
-Sage Of Consciousness, vol.2,2, May 2006-
poem by Suchoon Mo_
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A little angel who sings beneath an old bachelor's little sick heart
Thank you my dear little angel
Sing little louder please
As my hearing is little weak
Like the fragile little heart.
I remember once
I too sang my sad song
With my little companion viola,
Low pitch in solitary parks.
But angels were not seen
Those days.
Yes, my lost youth full of songs
But nobody knows
And only the withered flowers
Just smiled with a teardrop
In their innocent eyes
But I was little scared of unnecessary taboos
And left behind!
* I humbly dedicate this poem to my silent poet friend Dave Tanguay who resides in Florida!
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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I'm older than my sister so I started writing first. I started writing at school. I was always top of my class in composition, essays, English Lit and all of that.
quote by Joan Collins
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I Remember When
I remember when you was all mine
When ever you told me you loved me,
I believed you everytime you told me.
I remember when you promised me
That you would never leave me for my friend,
Then you did that behind my back.
I remember when we had our first kiss
Your lips was so soft and tender,
And I will always remember how they felt.
I remember when I first met you
I was walking in the hall on a Friday,
And I said hi and so did you.
I remember when you went with me to an appointment
And on our way home we was taking silly pictures,
Those memories was great I would love to relive that day.
I remember when you told me it was over
I remember the date March 22,2011
Of our seven month anniversty,
You told me we needed a brake for awhile
And we might get back together sooner or later.
I remember when I cried all night
Because I wanted you back.
poem by Kaitlynn Bradley
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The Forgotten Thought....
there was a thought at dawn
which i forgot writing
at noon i tried to remember it
but nothing comes out
i waited for the night
with eyes that sees well
in darkness, with hands that
feels well when the noise is gone
and oh, i remember it
it was about us
that we have started
to forget....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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We grew up in abject poverty. Acting, writing scripts and skits were a way of escaping our environment at a very young age.
quote by Viola Davis
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Cross The River
A hot cloud was hangin'around
We were a rowdy crowd
Drinkin'beer and smokin' at the end of the pier
Danny was shufflin' through a magazine
Clippin'out pictures of a car
To get us out of here
Laura was hounding him to get a bike
Warning him the time was now
Or he'd be out on his ear, she'd disappear
If only we could cross the river
We couldn't get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night
We were all somewhat out of school
Jersey by birth, relaxing but not on a holiday
An appalling amount of time spent at the mall
Not a tragedy, but not exactly the Milky Way
Looking for a bigger laugh, a better store,
A cutter guy, a shorter working day, better pay
If only we could cross the river
We couldn't get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night
When Laura and Danny broke up
She set her sights on Billy Stone
Well, I had just split from Jonathan
So by chance, I was all alone
Danny and I got along as well
We spent hours on the phone
Just talkin'on the phone
When I was twenty and crazy as a joke
I went to bed with a broker
When I was broke
I got used to doormen and limousines
And Christmas cards from friends signed by a machine
And woman, they were calling me "Ma'am"
As they cleaned up after me
If only we could cross the river
But something is holding us back
A way of life that's too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad track
If only we could cross the river
We couldn't get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears every night
Dear Laura, I know it's been years
Since I crossed the bridge back to the Palisades
How are your kids?
Mine are both swell little fellas
Here are some clippings of me and Brad
At a charity ball and a White House sup
I've perfected my smile for the camera
Chin is up
I miss you all so much
If only I could cross the river
But something me holding us back
A way of life that's too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad
Lines are to the railroad
If only we could cross the river
We couldn't get a jump-start on life
The whispers across the Hudson
Grow louder in our ears
Louder in our ears
If only we could cross the river
But something is holding us back
A way of life that's too familiar
Like the lines are to the railroad
Lines are to the railroad
Railroad track
song performed by by Carly Simon
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Mirror Poem
to forget
that we have started
it is about us
and oh, i remember it
feel well when the noise is gone
in darkness, with hands that
with eyes that see well
i wait for the night
but nothing comes out
at noon i try to remember it
which i forget writing
there was a thought at dawn
there was a thought at dawn
which i forget writing
at noon i tried to remember it
but nothing comes out
i wait for the night
with eyes that see well
in darkness, with hands that
feel well when the noise is gone
and oh, i remember it
it is about us
that we have started
to forget
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Throughout the evening I would be recording these long saxophone delays and about four hours into the concert, if I wanted to take a break I would just play back the saxophone.
quote by Terry Riley
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-Saxophone-
sounds of mystery
escaped from your wide-opened mouth,
are flying among stars,
creating a melody
Marius Alexandru in Saxophone (February 2020)
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