Do you remember a scene with Ryan and Ali playing in the snow? Well, that was improvised.
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A master of improvised speech and improvised policies.
quote by A.J.P. Taylor
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Most of the time I'm thinking, I'm glad that scene was improvised.
quote by Larry David
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I enjoy some physical stuff. But if I had a choice between playing a scene where it's raining, it's terribly cold, I'm wet and I'm being drowned and playing a scene with dinosaur eggs in a laboratory, I'd probably take the latter. It's warmer and generally more comfortable!
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Remember, it's Me
When raindrops touching your lips
remember, it's me giving you a kiss
When the wind is blowing thru your hair
remember, it's me playing with it
When your eyes are wet
remember, it's me wiping your tears
When the sun tickles and make you smile
remember, it's me telling a joke
When your hand are wet
remember it's me watering the plants
When your body is all relaxed
remember, it's me rocking you to sleep
When you cover yourself with a blanket
remember, it's me keeping you warm
When the moon shines thru the window
remember, it's me protecting you
When the radio is playing
remember, it's me singing our song
When you hve butterflies in your stomach
remember, it's me, telling you he is a good guy
When the phone rings
remember, it's me giving you my blessing
poem by Dagmar Wilson
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Lovechild
Lovechild
Is loved by her parents
Lovechild
Loves to play in the snow here at home
With her brothers
Lovechild
Built snowman when she is playing in the snow
With her briothers
And it is lovely to see them playing together in the snow
poem by Aldo Kraas
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Song Of The Evergreens
Listen to the briskly whistling winter evergreen
Whispering through the frozen morning light
And tell me whats to come
Saying my time is near
Never fear
I close each year
Im winter
Reminding me to trade my t-shirts for my woven wools
Trade my sandals for my skis
Whispered warnings in the wind
Saying soon come the dancing snowflakes
Theyre kissing every tree
Theyre kissing you and me
Please hurry
Falling
Dazzling dancing diamonds from the sky
Prisms
Rainbow sparkled flurries in our eyes
Whipping across the frozen crystal meadow
Pond of ice
Race the snow
Well build a warming fire there
And cuddle close and wine and dine
The setting sun
The morning light will find us high
Shooting down the glistening mountain side
Screaming through the whispering pines
The freedom of each day
Will cleanse our minds
I can hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
I can hardly hardly wait for winter
I can hardly wait for the snow
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song performed by by Chicago
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5. Snow Fun
I remember in the fifties when the snow fell very quick
Like big cornflakes crunchy crisp and sparkling white
I remember ground was frozen and it settled very thick
It kept falling down like sheets throughout the night
I remember in the morning as we opened our front door
To a solid wall of snow that filled the frame
I remember how we shouted when it fell upon the floor
Then we tried the back to find that just the same
I remember pipes were frozen no more water solid ice
Not a dropp it was as dry as it could be
I remember all the kids thought the snow was very nice
And our parents making plans to get us free
I remember how the snow fell and dad rushing at the door
Diving forward like a badger in fine fettle
I remember fresh white snow makes a lovely cup of tea
When you scoop it up and boil it in the kettle
I remember it took ages before he found a route
Near exhausted with his face now glowing red
I remember many tunnels making lots of different chutes
We all made with tools that dad got from our shed
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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A Day In The Snow
As the winds of winter whip my face,
A snow angel I would like to trace,
Oh how cold this is I say aloud,
Now I see a great big cloud,
As the snow begins to precipitate,
I will so remember this special date,
As I played in the ice,
I now start to remember paradise,
I am having so much fun,
I don't want there to be a sun,
The sun comes out,
I start to pout,
As the snow is done for the year,
I hope more snow is near.
poem by Tyler DeHart
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Personally, I've found one of the more stimulating ways of playing in recent times has been to kind of move outside the free improvised area and work with people who are probably improvisers but they have a particular way of working.
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The magic of playing has to do with how much everyone wants it to succeed. If you have five players in a situation where the music is being improvised and one is determined it is not going to succeed, it won't succeed even if one of the musicians takes control.
quote by Bill Dixon
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Do You Remember
Do you remember
Picking up rocks and skipping them
By the people fishing
Do you remember
Having them yell at us
For scaring the fish away
Do you remember
Running as fast as we can
So they wouldn't catch us
Do you remember
How happy we were
When they didn't catch us
Do you remember
When we got home that day
And you started drinking
And got mad when the liquor ran out
Do you remember
When you stumbled outside
To get another bottle
Do you remember
The cop came to arrest you
And how you made a scene
Do you remember
Being so mad about it
That you kicked the cops window out
Do you remember
All of us watching you
As they took you away
Do you remember
When they added another charge
To your already long police record
And The Snow Fell
I remember big soft wet flakes
falling on the tracks all the way
streets filling with that wet snow
the trolley I was riding plowing
through fields of city snow
like a big red bulldozer
I remember clear as day
sitting with Ma at the table
in the kitchen looking out
at the snow falling
Ma and I sat there
streets and rooftops
disappearing in the falling snow
that covered all
and the snow fell along the Rhine
in Germany
and in the dark woods of the Ardennes
we sat there and watched
as the fields and woods in France
filled with gently falling snow
and my Pa lying dead
somewhere in France
and snow fell softly
all the way
across Europe
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Your Words To Me Exactly
Am I new on 'this' scene?
No...
Not at all.
I'm surprise you do not remember me.
Remember the one you said,
Was full of negativity?
And my observations,
Could be more positive than they are...
And someday would be!
If I accepted my dysfunctions.
And not try to accuse my environment for them.
Remember when you said to me,
I lived in my own world!
And that world others would never see?
Because I was denying my own insecurities?
And those were your words to me exactly!
Am I new on 'this' scene?
No...
Not at all.
I'm surprise you do not remember me.
However...
I remember that fresh look,
With a dancing clarity in your eyes.
You seem to have gotten addicted.
And I told you then...
I was just stricken with embitterness.
Never could I become fatally attracted...
To potential!
And you seem to have overdosed on delusion.
With a 'potential' to leave you 'crazed'.
I have never been filled with jealousy.
Or succumb to accept defeat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Looking Good
I remember big soft flakes
falling all the way home
Streets filling with snow
the trolley plowing through it
like a big red bulldozer
I remember sitting at the table
in the kitchen looking out
at the falling snow
It snowed all night long
Ma and I sat there watching
streets and sidewalks and rooftops
disappearing in a white blanket
of snow that fell and fluttered down
and the snow fell along the Rhine
in Germany and in the dark Ardennes-
fields and woods in France filling
with gently falling snow
and my Pa lying dead
somewhere in France
as snow fell all the way
across Europe
poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Yesterday’s Christmas
I guess we all look back
Remember Christmases of old
Photographs refresh our minds
Many stories that have been told
How deep the snow was
When we lived at a certain place
Remembering when we were young
Photos are a way that we can trace
Little children on a snow day
Having fun as snow flakes fall
Wearing boots and mittens
That clutter up the halls
I have many reminiscences
I'm sure it's the same with you
Happy holidays with family
I’ll bet you remember them too
While we enjoy our Christmas
Let’s also look far behind
Our past stacks up like snow drifts
The proof is what our photos find!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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A Child in Man's Clothes
I wonder if people understand the snow
With its ability to recall all we know
To remember like motion pictures shows
Its great power to wash away grieve and pain
When so often others seem to make them remain
So on the night of that falling gentle white
I stopped to reflect, to remember and watch
I was able to recall the wonders of my children, our snow ball fights
And banish to the back
The long ago nights of anquish and frights
It was like then I was playing with my children
Laughing, giggling, love, and our snow fights
It was there during the building of snow forts
Snow caves, snowmen and those snow fights
That I learned what God wanted
Souls to be free
To choose life
What ever we'll be
I think of another given
That God would never force me to heaven
So when it snows I stop what ever I'm doing
Put on my shoes and coat
Go out and play in the snow
Make a few to throw
Even if only at a pole
Last night I smiled and said thank you God
For I felt something on the inside, that God was pleased
Because He wouldn't force His love on our minds
Yet in namless ways taught me about love, good, and kind
So as I came in for the night
The memories of my children, the snowball fights
I sighed and turned on a light
And there on the table stood a cup of hot coco-
Another thing I loved on these nights
Surprised that my wife had been watching
Seems that she knows what I'm like
A child in man's clothes
poem by Clyde Bryson
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5. Friends
I remember in the fifties we didn’t have a lot
We were always pleased with everything we had
I remember how we utilised the things that we had got
Making things we knew would make each other glad
I remember sticks of rhubarb were red but mainly green
Tasting sour it would shrivel up your face
I remember hide & seek we tried hard not to be seen
Or running fast and calling it a race
I remember playing football in the middle of the road
Using jackets as a makeshift sort of goal
I remember by the pond on the day we found a toad
Where the tadpoles swam around it in a shoal
I remember in the summer playing out till it was dark
Made up games from almost anything we found
I remember bits of wood that we took down to the park
Wickets, bats a ball we had a cricket ground
I remember setting standards for other kids to beat
Always being there to set the latest trends
I remember summer sun that gave out a pleasant heat
But I remember most those very special friends
poem by David Threadgold (2008)
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Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Snow
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since weve no place to go
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Oh it doesnt show signs of stopping
And I bought some corn for popping
The lights are turned way down low
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
When we finally kiss goodnight
How I hate going out in the storm
But if you really hold me tight
All the way home Ill be warm
Oh the fire is slowly dying
And my dear were still good-bying
But as long as you love me so
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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What do you remember most about Christmas with your family?
Remembering being with family and friends,
I remember giving and sharing and just being their
for one another.I remember the love and the laugh
and the joy we all had together.I remember making
snow angels in the snow every year.Love remebering
the good times with my family even know the ones
are gone now.I know they would want me to remember
all the time we had together.I remember being thankful
to Jesus and saying happy birthday to him every year.
Now all I remember now since some are gone is the
sadness and the heart breaking and the missing.Sadly
remember everyone all not together this year like they
was every year for the holidays.It like something die
with everyone.I remember making cup cakes and pies
every year for Christmas and opening my gifts and
getting the things I wanted and sometimes didn't want
but it was about what you get it was about the giving and
the love and the caring and about Jesus.
poem by Kristina Riggs
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A Winter of Discontent
I remember a winter a few decades ago.
Where our dear England was covered in snow.
It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hell
then in the course of a week the snow just fell.
This once green paradise was now a shroud of white
and everyone was suffering from chillblains and frostbite.
Outdoor life was like an indoor fridge
where everything had frozen like a mountain ridge.
Abandon lorries on the side of the road
men were freezing even their load.
Villages cut off all over the land
so in came the troops to lend a hand.
This was the winter of discontent that lasted from
Christmas, and way past Lent.
As one lot of snow cleared, it would return again
to bring freezing cold tempretures and a lot of pain.
Wind would blow both night and day, and still the snow
never went away.Drifts of snow standing six foot high
just being topped up with snow from a winter sky.
So what of this winter of ice and snow
one that happened a few decades ago.
I remember it as one that was cold and wild
because in the summer God presented me
with my first born child.
In this year, where snow fell in December
it was the coldest winter I will ever remember.
poem by Sylvia Spencer
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