Wagner is a composer who has beautiful moments but awful quarter hours.
quote by Gioachino Rossini
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Wagner has lovely moments but awful quarters of an hour.
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Mr. Wagner has beautiful moments but bad quarters of an hour.
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Accountancy
It comes a day
When we must draw under ourselves
A black line
And sum up.
Few moments when we were about to be happy.
Few moments when we were about to be beautiful.
Few moments when we were about to be brilliant.
Several times we met
Some mountains, trees and rivers
(Where might they be? And, are they still alive?)
All this sums up a shiny future
That we've already lived.
One woman we loved
Plus the same woman who didn't love us,
Make zero.
A quarter of your life of studies
Sums up some thousand million of fodder words,
Whose wisdom we have gradually dropped.
And finally one Fate
Plus another Fate (where does this come from?)
Make two.(We write one and we keep one,
Maybe, who knows, there might be life beyond).
poem by Marin Sorescu, translated by Catalina Iliescu
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Moments
We have treasured moments
we collect everyday,
as we walk our journey
along life’s long and winding road.
Moments that we want to keep
for some sad and lonely day.
Moments to treasure,
when the sun refuses to shine.
Moments to remember
and call upon at anytime.
Moments when we are blessed,
with love and friendship divine.
Moments that we gather,
with love in our memories.
Moments, beautiful moment,
we gather everyday.
poem by David Harris
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Melancholy Math of Life
First quarter is filled with doubts and fears.
Second quarter is infected with jabs and jeers.
Third quarter recoups these wasted years.
Last quarter reminisces lost smiles and cheers.
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Awful
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
Its your life, its your party, its so awful
Lets start a fire
Lets have riot! yeah its awful
It was punk
Yeah, it was perfect now its awful
They know how to break all the girls like you
And they rob the souls of the girls like you
Swing low, cherry, cherry
Yeah its awful
Hes drunk, he tastes
Like candy, hes so beautiful
Hes so deep like dirty water
God, hes awful
Youre lost, oh, wheres your daddy - its so awful
And they royalty rate all the girls like you
And they sell it out to the girls like you
To incorporate little girls
Hey, run away with the light
Run away its divine
Lets run away, yeah, tonight and
Well steal the light of the world
Swing low, sweet cherry, yeah, its awful
Youre ripe for the picking, its so awful
Youve got your youth
Dont waste your money
Yeah its awful
I was punk!
Now Im just stupid!
Im so awful
Oh, just shut up youre only 16
If the world is so wrong
Yeah you can break them all
With one song
If the world is so wrong yeah you can take it all
With one song
Swing low sweet cherry
Make it awful
They bought it all, just build a new one,
Make it beautiful...yeah
song performed by by Hole
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It's understanding the intention of a composer that allows a producer and an arranger to make those moments speak.
quote by Michael Bolton
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The Wagner Room
“Sorry, sir. Booked out.. but then...”
The patronne’s voice is calm, you’re
penniless again in Paris, facing doom
and banking on the hope her “then..
..again” - will mean a room.
“.Eh bien, there is..the Wagner one,
“That’s fine”.You sign and slip up to
the premier etage, aware you’re in
a debt of gratitude whose depth
is verging on Wagnerian
and gingerly approach the desk
on which the “Parsifal” composer
must’ve had the opening thunder
chords in music mind, . But find
you’re also forced to wonder-
was it this room’s compression,
exile, mounting debts, Minna’s
moods, music-drama’s dreams
had him contemplate such mad
mythic and Teutonic themes?
An overture begins. The Rienzi
chords cross-fade with strums
on a guitar, some Latin Quarter
busker shouts and in the bowels
beneath the metro drums,
a duke-box Piaf bleats Love Ever
and you have a letter to dash off
that is a winding -back of tape
in which you piece together all
these bits of Paris into shape.
poem by John a'Beckett
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Any composer who is gloriously conscious that he is a composer must believe that he receives his inspiration from a source higher than himself.
quote by John Philip Sousa
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Originally, I wanted to be a composer. I always tell people, 'I think of myself as a composer.'
quote by Ornette Coleman
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Magic Moments
(h. david / b. bacharach)
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Ill never forget the moment we kissed,
The night of the hay-ride.
The way that we hugged and tried to keep warm
On taking the sleigh-ride.
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Time cant erase, the memory of
These magic moments, filled with love.
The telephone call that tied up the line
For hours and hours.
The saturday dance I got up the nerves
To send you some flowqers.
Magic moments, when two hearts are caring.
Magic moments, memories weve been sharing.
Time cant erase, the memory of
These magic moments, filled with love.
The way that we cheered on one of our team
For scoring a touch-down.
The time when the floor fell out of my car,
When I put the clutch down.
The petty arcade, the games that we played,
The fun and the prizes.
The halloween hop, when everyone came
In funny disguises.
Magic moments, filled with love. (la la la la la la)
song performed by by Erasure
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Talking All Night
Music by daryl hall, john oates
Lyrics by daryl hall, john oates
Aint it funny Im tied to the magic of your caress
Aint it lovely how we fit together
Girl youre the best
It seems like weve been talking forever
Words & wine
Weve been lost in time
Touching emotions I used to hide
Too deep inside
12:45 quarter to one
Were talking all night
1:45 quarter to two
Were talking all night
Heat of passion, hours and minutes dont mean so much
I know the language of love is a tender touch
Speak slowly, make the night last forever, spill the wine
So youll forget the time
Wont you break down & show me emotions you used to hide so deep inside
12:45 quarter to one
Were talking all night
1:45 quarter to two
Were talking all night
2:45 quarter to three
Were talking all night
3:45 quarter to four
Were talking all night
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Early Works - Remember The Moments
Remember the moments
of long, long ago
when we were young
and troubles were few.
Laughing in the rain
with summer showers
bathing in the sun
for hours and hours.
Remember the moments
the highlights of life
of stealing kisses
in the back seats of cars
and the walks at sunset
along a sandy shore
where have they gong
the days of laughter and song.
Capture the moments
as they come to call
capture the beauty
our eyes seeith all.
Remember the times
golden in the grey
remember our love
day after day.
7 July 1981
poem by David Harris
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I find respect for a mediocre British composer, as opposed to a really good American, ridiculous because they automatically respect a composer if he's from England.
quote by John Corigliano
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Remember
I remember moments of happiness
Coming home, goo goo eyed
After talking to a boy I liked
I remember moments of sadness
Coming home, teary eyed
After leaving my heart as a memento
To that boy I really liked
I remember moments of peace
After winning one of life's battles
Having a conscience the weight of air
I remember moments of bliss
After walking the quarter of a lifemile
Finding a true friend
I remember moments of grief
After finding that dear friend
Would never have breakfast again
I remember moments of laughter
After the past had past
And the rearview revealed frustration's
humor
I remember moments of tears nectar
When I found my dreams dead
After the doctor helped me number my
days
I remember moments of pain
When all I ever needed was lacked
And all I ever lacked was needed
I remember moments of gain
After all I ever wanted was mine
And all I ever wanted to be was I
I remember moments of love
When a hug made my heart skip
And a smile made my life smile
I remember moments of hurt
When pain blurred love's beauty
And that hug made my heart shrug
I remember moments like this
When I remember all I remember
And remember that life is but a moment.
poem by Jenim Dibie
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I have my own religion. I'm sort of one-quarter Baptist, one-quarter Catholic, one-quarter Jewish.
quote by Tom T. Hall
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I dream of a collaboration that would finally be total, in which the librettist would often think as a composer and the composer as a librettist.
quote by Jacques Ibert
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I had lived a charmed life, and then I lost a beautiful woman I loved with all my heart.
quote by Robert Wagner
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Last Quarter
I'm in the last quarter, but am i sad?
You bet i'm not because i've had
A lot of ups and just a few downs,
Mostly smiles and occasionally frowns.
If i had to do it over again,
Would i carefully think and better plan?
Maybe i would, but i still couldn't know
Which curve balls life might throw.
For me the last quarter's just like the first.
It's the present i love and the future i thirst.
And the past is just that for me.
It taught me a lot, but it's a memory.
In this last quarter i have no sorrow.
I treasure today and can't wait for tomorrow.
Then when time passes this quarter i'm in,
I'll rest in peace knowing love did win!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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Richard Wagner, a musician who wrote music which is better than it sounds.
quote by Richard Wagner
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