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I snapped my fingers all through it. Sometimes I set my own tempo during rehearsal by doing that.

quote by Tennessee Ernie Ford
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Tea With Me

three beats a tempo
three steps a tempo
I sing Love Is Just Around The Corner
how cozy it is on the street

three words a tempo
three notes a tempo
you answer to it with a smile
that is how you nod off key sound

unexpectedly good timing at this corner
I run into you
it seems this is my day or ours
either way it doesn't matter
what it is
we are together today

poem by Wabi Sabi
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I did quite a lot of the arranging, fitting different sections together, tempo changes, all sorts of things like that. I actually acted as a bridge between Robert and Ian. Not so much composing, rather presenting musical ideas at each rehearsal.

quote by Michael Giles
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The Little Turtle

A Recitation for Martha Wakefield, Three Years Old

There was a little turtle.
He lived in a box.
He swam in a puddle.
He climbed on the rocks.

He snapped at a mosquito.
He snapped at a flea.
He snapped at a minnow.
And he snapped at me.

He caught the mosquito.
He caught the flea.
He caught the minnow.
But he didn't catch me.

poem by Vachel Lindsay
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I Have Found My Guru

I have found a guru in Raidas, he has

given me the pill of knowledge.

I lost the honor of the royal family, I

went astray with the sadhus.

I constantly rise up, go to God’s

temple, and dance, snapping my

fingers.

I don’t follow the norms as an oldest

daughter-in-law, I have thrown

away the veil.

I have taken refuge with the great

guru, and snapped my fingers at

the consequences.

poem by Mirabai
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Three Minute Positive Not Too Country Up-temp Love Song

This is a three minute song
To tell her that I love her
And how wonderful we get along
A sweet sentiment that's borderline slick
A lotta right and not much wrong
It's a little bit edgy, but softer than spaghetti
Weak yet redundantly strong
It's a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Yeah, it's a three minute positive
Not to country up-tempo love song
It's a way to tell her that I love her
But it can't be too long
There'll be no drinkin', no cheatin',
No lyin', no leavin'
That stuff it just don't belong
In a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
You won't hear four-letter words
Just me tellin' her
That she's the every breath I draw
And how I can't live without her
And I could never doubt her
'Cause she could never do no wrong
Well it's the right amount of timin'
The proper form of rhymin'
A little guitar then it's gone
It's a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Yeah, it's a three minute positive
Not to country up-tempo love song
It's a way to tell her that I love her
But it can't be too long
There'll be no drinkin', no cheatin',
No lyin', no leavin'
That stuff it just don't belong
In a three minute positive
Not too county up-tempo love song
Yeah in a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
There'll be no drinkin', no cheatin',
No lyin', no leavin'
That stuff it just don't belong
In a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Yeah in a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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Compulsion

the eyes are already tired
wanting sleep
but the fingers still want to caress
the words
for another poem

a bad poem,
a demanding one
vomiting
words with no intention of making any meaning at all
it is this compulsion
the body resisting sleep
a rehearsal for death
the eyes are not aware of this
it is the spirit
that oozes in the fingers

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Three Minute Positive Not Too Country Up-tempo Love Song

Three minute positive not too country
Up-tempo love song
This is a three minute song
To tell her that I love her
And how wonderful we get along
A sweet sentiment thats borderline stick
A lotta right and not much wrong
Its a little bit edgy, but softer than spaghetti
Weak yet redundantly strong
Its a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Chorus:
Yeah, its a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Its a way for me to tell her that I love her
But it cant be too long
Therell be no drinkin no cheatin
No lyin no leavinthat stuff it just dont belong
In a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
You wont hear four-letter words
Just me tellinher
That shes the every breath I draw
And how I cant live without her
And I could never doubt her
cause she could never do no wrong
Well its the right amount of timinthe proper form of rhymina little guitar
Then its gone
Its a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Chorus
Tag:
Yeah in a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Therell be no drinkin no cheatin
No lyin no leavinthat stuff it just dont belong
In a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song
Yeah in a three minute positive
Not too country up-tempo love song

song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I don't rehearse films as much as opera or theatre. When I began directing films I thought a long rehearsal was a good idea. Experience showed me that the best performance was often left in a rehearsal room.

quote by Bruce Beresford
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The tempo is the suitcase. If the suitcase is too small, everything is completely wrinkled. If the tempo is too fast, everything becomes so scrambled you can't understand it.

quote by Daniel Barenboim
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Like a snapped branch

Like a snapped branch
I am bended before You my Lord
and at Thy feet I want to learn at Thy knees
and I am torn into pieces and weak
and I see the sparkle of your heavenly roof
and the beautiful nature that honour You.

Like a snapped dried out branch
I am broken before You my Lord
and Your decisions of my fate hits me down to earth
and it feels as if I sink away into the dark swamp
without being able to stop it
and I crave a sign, star or miracle to exorcise the evil
or I will always be like a snapped branch.

poem by Gert Strydom
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Vivere

Vivere
passato tanto tempo
Vivere!
un ricordo senza tempo
Vivere
un po' come perder tempo
Vivere..... e Sorridere!.......
Vivere!
passato tanto tempo
Vivere!
un ricordo senza tempo
Vivere!
un po' come perder tempo
Vivere.... e Sorridere dei guai
cos come non hai fatto mai
e poi pensare che domani sar sempre
meglio
Oggi Non Ho Tempo
Oggi Voglio Stare Spento!
Vivere!
e sperare di star meglio
Vivere
e non essere mai contento
Vivere
come stare sempre al vento
Vivere!...... Come Ridere!!!
Vivere!
anche se sei morto dentro
Vivere!
e devi essere sempre contento!
Vivere!
come un comandamento
Vivere..... o Sopravvivere....
senza perdersi d'animo mai
e combattere e lottare contro tutto,
contro!.....
Oggi Non Ho Tempo
Oggi Voglio Stare Spento!
Vivere (Vivere)
e sperare di star meglio
Vivere (Vivere)
e non essere mai contento
Vivere (Vivere)
e restare sempre al vento a
Vivere..... e sorridere dei guai
proprio come non hai fatto mai
e pensare che domani sar sempre
meglio!!!!!

song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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When you sit down and think about what rock 'n' roll music really is, then you have to change that question. Played up-tempo, you call it rock 'n' roll; at a regular tempo, you call it rhythm and blues.

quote by Little Richard
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I See You in Your Fingers

I see your fingers
I see you in your fingers
I see your history from your fingers
I feel your touch from your fingers
They don't tell a lie to me
They don't give me a fake smile
Or promising kiss
But they give me a warm hold
and tickling touch
I see you from your fingers
I see the truth from your fingers
I see you in your fingers

poem by Maria Sudibyo
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No Dress Rehearsals (part II)

Their only rehearsal for parenting was
The mimicry of their parent’s actions
And unfortunately
There is no dress rehearsal for life
A vicious circle, and
Ignorance was to blame

I was shown how
I should eat food and
The food I should eat
Whether I liked it or not

The fear of God and the God of fear
Temporarily made me afraid of
How I should think about religion and
How religion will punish me if
I chose not to think about religion

We were to speak when spoken to and
We were to be seen but not heard, so
I chose to become unheard and unseen
I left home at an early age

poem by William Cavanagh
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Per Colpa Di Chi?

Funky il gallo, come sono bello stamattina
non c'e' piu' la mia morosa
e sono piu' leggero di una piuma
oh e intanto Zio Rufus sta
coi suoi pensieri in testa
portando in giro la vita a fare la pipi'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
(yeah it's rolling!)
Funky gallo, come sono in ballo questa sera
ho voglia di sudare e sono piu' goloso di una mela
oh avanti o popolo con la chitarra rossa
che in tanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
Funky gallo, coi pensieri sconci nelle dita
forse sono in fallo, ma mi piace molto Madre Rita
oh avanti o popolo con la lambretta rossa
che intanto il tempo passa e lei non torna piu'
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
stanotte voglio stare acceso
e dire sempre di si
X colpa di chi chi chi chi chichichirichi
I'm a hootchiee cootchiee man,
hootchiee cootchiee man yeah
tieni il tempo
non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
il sentimento
e' troppo denso
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
tieni il tempo
(che) non ho tempo
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
sono in fiamme
le mie donne
I WANNA DANCE ALL NIGHT
fun time

song performed by by Zucchero
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Per Una Delusione In Pi

song performed by by Zucchero
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Lovers language!

1.Rehearsal for hundred times
how to convey the love,
Meet each other,
Silence - No words,
Eyes will speak,
Lovers language!

2. Rehearsal for hundred times,
Hesitation to convey the love,
Occasionally love fails,
Speak to win!

poem by V.K. Kanniappan
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Frenzied Fingers Run Amuck

When I get you into my arms
I can't control the things that I do.
Fingers grab the hair on your head.
Fingers caress the small of your back.
Fingers travel down your spine
and back up again.
Fingers reach to all corners of your being,
quietly unnoticed at first,
but more frenzied with passing time.

Wild fingers travel your soul
with frenzied action that is hard to stop.
Uncontrollable fingers run wild
until you beg them to stop.
But even then, there's no counting on it.
These fingers like to run wild.
Whenever I place my fingers on you,
frenzied fingers run amuck.

poem by Bob Barci
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No Rehearsal

Did you learn your lines today?
Well, there is no rehearsal.
The tickets have all been sold
For tomorrows matinee.
Theres a telegram from the writer,
But there is no rehearsal.
The electrician has been told
To make the spotlights brighter.
There is one seat in the circle--
Five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there,
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
There is one seat in the circle--
Five hundred million in the stalls.
Simply everyone will be there
But the safety curtain falls
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
When the bomb thats in the dressing room
Blows the windows from their frames.
And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came.
Did you learn your lines today?
Well there is no rehearsal.
The interval will last until
The ice-cream lady melts away.
The twelve piece orchestra are here,
But there is no rehearsal.
The first violinists hands are chilled--
Hes gone deaf in both ears.
Well, the scenery is colorful,
But the paint is so damn thin.
You see the wall behind is crumbling,
And the stage door is bricked in.
But the audience keep arriving
til theyre standing in the wings.
And we take the final curtain call,
And the ceiling crashes in.

song performed by by Jethro Tull
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Be Grateful

I take a step and move a little slower
with every passing day.
I write my music to fit that tempo
and I find it easier to play.
I used to move my fingers with quickness
the way my head told them to.
I remember with fondness all the movement
but now that all is through.

I settle for slower progressions
and make them come alive
with the sounds I still remember
from the age of twenty-five.

Be thankful girl. The gift's still there.
It's still a part of you.
Thank your Maker on every day
until your life is through.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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