The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his client to plant vines - so they should go as far as possible from home to build their first buildings.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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The physician can bury his mistakes, but the architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.
Frank Lloyd Wright in New York Times (4 October 1953)
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A doctor can bury his mistakes but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines.
quote by Frank Lloyd Wright
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A doctor can bury his mistakes but a supplier based engineer can only advise the product designer to specify a heavier texture.
quote by Mick Lloyd Kerman
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Bury Me In My Home
Let the soul creep in my shadow
Wake me up when you’re gray
Eat my meal, throw the ladle
Shine the sun, cast them away
Dig the hole in the ground
Bury me in my home
Break the bells, call no funeral
Don’t let them say the prayer
Say me bye, like my humor
Never become them, be my heir
You’d lose the foes you found
Bury me in my home
Save yourself with the sword
Avoid the burden of the shield
Fight them in the name of Lord
Follow the way, you can’t see
Dig the grave, make no sound
Bury me in my home
Face the demise, lose the war
Hug it with your pain
Keep your soul, not lose it far
Feel the surge of dying again
Do the job, you are bound to
Bury me in my home...
The zone that I own
Bury me in my home...
Bury me in my home...
poem by Usman Hanif
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Bring Back The Sun
Little white house
Its everything we dream about
We wanted you to know
Im hanging up my e-go...
We shouldnt have to fight
Or worry about the bills tonight
I wanted you to know
I wanna be your shadow
Mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Oh bury this hate
Build it with love
The mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Oh bury this hate
Build it with love, ho oh
Little batter high
Grass wasnt greener I found
Wanted you to know
Well I dug you up a rainbow
Mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Oh bury this hate
Build it with love
The mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Oh bury this hate
Build it with love
[guitar solo]
And I know
I know I failed you
And I hope
I hope we get through
Show me your hand again
And I know
I know I failed you
And I hope
I hope we get through
Soul signed hand
Mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Bury this hate
Build it with love
The mysterys gone
So bring back the sun
Oh bury this hate
And build it with love
The mystery is gone
The mystery is gone
The mysterys gone
The mystery is gone mmm hmmm
The mysterys gone
Bring back the sun
Bury this hate
Build it with love
Little white house
song performed by by Our Lady Peace
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When you uproot vines as you plant vines, you'll never harvest the grapes.
Bury Me Now!
bury me now,
at the feet of your freedom.
bury me now,
in the bowl of your hunger.
bury me now,
in the healing balm.
bury me now,
in the hand that comforts.
bury me now,
at the foot of the birthing bed.
bury me now,
in the march for peace.
bury me now,
let my body be the bridge.
bury me now,
and give names to the faces!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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On The Front Line
I am a fireman here at home
And I put my life on the front line everyday
To save the people from burning buildings
Or from car accidents
Someday I am very lucky because I am able to save people from burning
Buildings and car accidents
But other days I am not so lucky because it depends where the fire is on The building
Sometimes I have to climb all the way to the top of the buildings
Very fast to save the people from the burning buildings here at home
Other times the fire on the buildings happened on the lower floor
Yes there had been times that I could not save the people from the
Buildings here at home because the buildings here at home had been Engulfed with smoke and all the people that live there died
Yes that was a very bad scene to see
At the end of the night I go home for my kids and my wife
When I arrive home my kids and my wife are already sleeping in bed
I don't have very much time to spend with my children
Because of my work
I don't enjoy being a fireman but the pay is good
So I don't have anything to complain about
I never talk about my work at home
At home I talk about different things to my wife and kids
But I know that my day starts very early everyday
poem by Aldo Kraas
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The dialogue between client and architect is about as intimate as any conversation you can have, because when you're talking about building a house, you're talking about dreams.
quote by Robert A. M. Stern
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Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream)
(Prine)
She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol,
I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.
Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke.
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck, and these are the words she spoke.
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.
I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve.
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo.
Yeah, singing a song all night long, telling me what to do.
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.
Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.
Just as I was going. she looked me in the face.
I said "You must know the answer," she said "No, but I'll give it a try."
To this day we've been living our way, here is the reason why.
We blew up your TV, threw away your paper, went to the country, build us a home.
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches, they all found Jesus on their own.
song performed by by John Denver
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What do we plant when we plant a tree?
What do we get when we plant the tree?
We plant the ship which will cross the sea;
We plant the pencils to scribble our notes,
We plant the ballots to cast our votes;
We plant the paper in which we read,
The news that o'er wooden poles we speed,
We plant the piles to erect our docks;
We plant the rayon for shirts and socks.
What do we plant when we plant a tree?
We plant the houses for you and me;
We plant the rafters, the shingles, the floors,
We plant the studding, the lath, the doors,
The beams and siding, all the parts that be;
We plant the house when we plant the tree,
We plant the barrel, the box, the crate;
In which to ship all sorts of freight.
What do we plant when we plant a tree?
A thousand things that we daily see,
We plant the spire that out-towers the crag,
We plant the staff for our country's flag;
We plant the shade from the hot sun free,
We plant all these when we plant the tree.
poem by Henry Abbey
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Nothing requires the architect's care more than the due proportions of buildings.
quote by Marcus V. Pollio
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I have designed the most buildings of any living American architect.
quote by Alexander Jackson Davis
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The Builder
WHEN the deep cunning architect
Had the great minster planned,
They worked in faith for twice two hundred years
And reared the building grand;
War came and famine and they did not falter,
But held his line,
And filled the space divine
With carvings meet for the soul's eye;
And not alone the chantry and thereby
The snowy altar,
But in every part
They carved the minster after his own heart,
And made the humblest places fair,
Even the dimmest cloister-way and stair,
With vineyard tendrils,
With ocean-seeming shells,
With filmy weeds from sea,
With bell-flowers delicate and bells,
All done minute with excellent tracery.
Come, O my soul,
And let me build thee like the minster fair,
Deep based and large as air,
And full of hidden graces wrought
In faith and infinite thought,
Till all thy dimmest ways,
Shall gleam with little vines and fruits of praise,
So that one day
The consummate Architect
Who planned the souls that we are set to build,
May pause and say:
How curiously wrought is this!
The builder followed well My thought, My chart,
And worked for Me, not for the world's wild heart;
Here are the outward virtues true!
But see how all the inner parts are filled
With singular bliss:
Set it aside
I shall come here again at eventide.
poem by Duncan Campbell Scott
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Imodium
[Early version of "Breed"]
I don't care, I don't care, I care,
I care, I care, I care if I'm old
I don't mind, I don't mind, I don't mind,
I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind,
I mind, I mind, yeah...
If you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could have a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said
I'm away, I'm away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, a mind of my own
Get away, get away, away, away, away, away from your home
I don't mind, I don't mind, I mind, I mind, I mind, yeah...
Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
she said, she said, she said, she said
Even if you have, even if you need
I don't even care, we could have a tree
We could plant a house, we could build a tree
I don't even care, we could build a tree
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said
She said, she said, she said, she said
song performed by by Nirvana
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We build buildings which are terribly restless. And buildings don't go anywhere. They shouldn't be restless.
quote by Minoru Yamasaki
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No separate ways
We can’t have separate way
Wise men always preferred to say
what else can be good in a day?
When everybody has to earn and dearly pay
How come relation turns suddenly sour?
Why difficulties from all the directions pour?
Fault can ever be mine or yours
why life journey can be turned into bad tour?
I am your better half,
Don’t treat me as small calf,
I can be your inspiration and strength,
Prepared to share and go to any length,
We have turned hell into heaven,
All odds converted into even,
It is time now to reap the fruit,
Suddenly it may turn into flames and glut,
Why I am left alone for a while?
When I was prepared to go an extra mile,
Worries on face still wore deserted smile,
Stayed at home but not in exile,
I shall serve you to the end,
Golden opportunity God has sent,
Never disrespect and always mend,
Advise others with appeal as friend
Let us prove and show we are ideal couple,
Our world doesn't stand on sand or rubble,
We can build not castle but at least simple nest,
Lead the life simple and always the best,
I shall remain always yours and holy,
No mistakes on my part or committing folly,
Dedicated and devoted still not owned as wholly,
Never consider me stupid or silly?
Don’t ruin it ever it for simple reason,
autumn may come and pass off like any other season,
Let us bury the past and have fresh start,
resolve to remain together and never to part
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The earth hides as it takes, the physician's mistakes.
On Making Mistakes
now, i too have learned to live with mistakes.
i have accepted the idea that mistakes
sometimes come uninvited in the house of our own
imperfections
you comment that this should have been that
a post here and less light over there
a rug is better neutral in color
a bird should not be caged
and i listened carefully to every advise that you make
i nodded you have better ideas and i assured you
that i always take note of what you say,
and then when the party is over
and when all of you leave and i am left alone
i stand beside the door waving my hand
letting all of you go, and saying
take care, God bless us all, and have a nice trip back home,
i heave a sigh and goes back to the place where we were seated
i put my hands back on the table with left overs
and ponder upon every conversation and then i look around
for all the imperfections around me and i tell myself:
there shall be no change.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Vermillion (Terry Date Mix)
She seems dressed in all the rings
Of past fatalaties
So fradgile yet so devious
She continues to see it
Climatic hands that press
Her temples in my chest
Enter the night that she came home
Forever
Oh (She's the only one that makes me soar)
She is everytihng and more
The solemn hypnotic
My doll you're bathed in posession
She is home to me
I get neverous, perversed when I see her to worse
But the stress is astounding
It's now or never she's coming home
Forever
Oh (She's the only one that makes me soar)
Hard to say waht caught my attention
Vixen crazy, Athen Attraction
Call my name in my face, to recognize
Such a fair amount called, to terrorize
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
(Yeah!)
I'm a slave, and I am a master
No restraints and, unchecked collectors
I exist throught my name, to self ablige
There is something in me, the darkness finds
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
I won't let this build up inside of me
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
SHE ISN'T REAL!
I CAN'T MAKE HER REAL!
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
(She isn't real, I can't make her real)
song performed by by Slipknot
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