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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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
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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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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The worst gift that I ever gave a girl was a suitcase for Christmas. As in, 'I can't think of anything to give you, but here's a new suitcase.' Afterward, I was like, 'What were you thinking, idiot?'
quote by Jensen Ackles
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Carnival
Low club light
Lips sealed tight
Expose fade away
Observer write it all down
For me
No soundtrack
No fightback
Noise annoys
Dark subject
All the underworld
Making plans for us
We are open wide
Need someone to stand up
Up up
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Stangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Sailor talk to soldier
Sailor
Low club light
Lips sealed tight
Expose fade away
Observer write it all down
For me
Ill try
Ill spy
I would not buy
A car from you
They make uniforms
Something to call style
We need to stand up
We are open wide-ide-ide
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Strangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Soldier talk to sailer
Soldier
All the underworld
Making plans for us
We are open wide
Need someone to stand up
Up up
Lovers
Shelter in their suitcase
Waiters
Shelter in their suitcase
Strangers
Shelter in their suitcase
Soldier talk to sailer
Soldier
Lyrics : j kerr music : simple minds (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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If I'm going away for longer than a week I take a suitcase and check it in but I'm good at packing light and quick - years of modelling, travelling and living out of a suitcase has trained me well.
quote by Lisa Snowdon
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Man In A Suitcase
Id invite you back to my place
Its only mine because it holds my suitcase
It looks home to me alright
But its a hundred miles from yesterday night
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the strangers face
Another key for my collection
For security I race for my connection
Bird in a flying cage youll never get to know me well
The worlds my oyster a hotel rooms a prison cell
Must I be the man in a suitcase
Is it me, the man with the strangers face
Id invite you back to my place
Its only mine because it hold my suitcase
It looks like home to me alright
But its a hundred miles from yesterday night
song performed by by Police
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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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Hell Gets You Nowhere
Stood by the roadside late at night
Hell came along and offered me a ride
I thought about it the I said no
I asked my suitcase and my suitcase said lets go
And the bass said
Hell gets you nowhere
That I swear
Went to church sunday without my mum
Laughed about my neighbour who sat on my chewinggum
He said the lord would punish me
And hells the right place for me to be
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Another Suitcase In Another Hall
Eva: I don't expect my love affairs to last for long
Never fool myself that my dreams will come true
Being used to trouble I anticipate it
But all the same I hate it
Wouldn't you
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Time and time again I've said that I don't care
That I'm immune to gloom that I'm hard through and through
But everytime it matters all my words desert me
So anyone can hurt me
And they do
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Call in three months time and I'll be fine I know
Well maybe not that fine but I'll survive anyhow
I won't recall the names and places of each sad occasion
But that's no consolation
Here and now
So what happens now (another suitcase in another hall)
So what happens now (take your picture off another wall)
Where am I going to (you'll get by you always have before)
Where am I going to
Photographer: Don't ask anymore
song performed by by Madonna from Evita Soundtrack (Part 1)
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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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Traveling Dream
I am packing to go to the airport
but somehow I am never packed.
I keep remembering more things
I keep forgetting.
Secretly the clock is bolting
forward ten minutes at a click
instead of one. Each time
I look away, it jumps.
Now I remember I have to find
the cats. I have four cats
even when I am asleep.
One is on the bed and I slip
her into the suitcase.
One is under the sofa. I
drag him out. But the tabby
in the suitcase has vanished.
Now my tickets have run away.
Maybe the cat has my tickets.
I can only find one cat.
My purse has gone into hiding.
Now it is time to get packed.
I take the suitcase down.
There is a cat in it but no clothes.
My tickets are floating in the bath
tub full of water. I dry them.
One cat is in my purse
but my wallet has dissolved.
The tickets are still dripping.
I look at the clock as it leaps
forward and see I have missed
my plane. My bed is gone now.
There is one cat the size of a sofa.
poem by Marge Piercy
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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
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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I'll tell you what I love doing more than anything: trying to pack myself in a small suitcase. I can hardly contain myself.
Tropico Del Cancro
L'uomo dai capelli lunghi
gir le spalle a tutti quanti
poi si volt a guardare il sole
e cominci a camminare
dove va, dove va.
Passarono gli anni
e la gente era ancora l
come ferma nel tempo
ad aspettarne il ritorno
mai nessun altro lo vide pi
dice che in America
e che non vuole tornare pi.
L'uomo dai capelli corti
sal sul suo cavallo bianco
col sole in faccia davanti al popolo
grid:
"Ve lo trover!!"
Passarono gli anni
e la gente era ancora l
come ferma nel tempo
ad aspettare il ritorno
mai nessun altro, mai nessun altro
mai nessun altro lo vide pi
dice che in America
e che non vuole tornare pi.
L'uomo dai capelli bianchi
guard la gente dentro agli occhi
poi disse: "Fatevi curare
non c' tempo per sognare
qui bisogna partire, partire!!".
Partirono tutti
nessuno rimase l
come fermo nel tempo
ad aspettare qualcosa o qualcuno
mai nessun altro, mai nessun altro
li vide pi
dice che sono in America
e che non voglion tornare pi
song performed by by Vasco Rossi
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Limit
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But, to drive us apart with negative minds.
Tempo!
Limit;
My brain,
Your brain,
Einstein's brain! !
In common,
But to hold us together with positive works.
Toad, load, road, broad!
Ignominious,
Tent, intent;
test, attest;
Mutter, butter, cutter, utter, gutter, putter! !
But, let us all try to do positive works only in this life.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Lady Madonna
(words & music by lennon - mccartney)
See how they run
Lady madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Saturday morning arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creep in like a nun
Fridays child forget to tie his suitcase
See how they run
Lady madonna, children at your feet
Wonder if youre having fun making ends meet
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Lady Madonna (informal Recording)
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder how you manage to make ends meet
Saturday morning arrives without a suitcase
Sunday morning creep in like a nun
Friday's child forget to tie his suitcase
See how they run
Lady Madonna, children at your feet
Wonder if you're having fun making ends meet
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Can it be Memory, Inspiration, or Figment Causing This?
The poems I write are a story of my life
They are a foreseeable future, a regret filled past
In this they stain, in my poems they stain
The dreams, my ideals, life lessons, and hopes
Flood on to the page waiting to be read
Stranger they become
Stranger to be in my mind
How they come to be there
That bolt of lines that swirl and toil in my mind
They say for my allure, they sway for my attention
'Take me', they cry, 'Take me for your own'
'Release us from here, bring us to life and capture us in
your work! '
'Immortalize us in history on that page! '
They sway faster in an angry tempo
Chanting now on how to be used
Begging, pleading to be used
I grasp the pen and paper
Pull my laptop closer
I write and type as fast as my hands can go
The tempo soothes, and the swaying stops
All is quiet
All is empty
They are released, glorified on this magnificent page.
Written: January 21,2012
poem by Ryan Collins
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