I aim my arrangements at what will fit and colorfully frame the song in the best way possible.
quote by Les Baxter
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It Is My World
This is my world - a small world without a bulkhead and colorfully
But really I really
Enjoyed it
Live it
Be thankful
Although in the end I must to be responsible for everything
To myself
This is my world - a sweet little world and colorfully
The social arrangements that produce responsibility are arrangements that create coercion, of some sort.
quote by Garrett Hardin
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If You Wanna
If you wanna
If you wanna
If you wanna love me again
Ill take you for a ride in my cadillac.
Hell be in the front, well be in the back
When youre ready
Let me know
Ill be waiting
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
And if you wanna
If you wanna,
If you wanna do it again.
Ill take you to the coast for a holiday
You can be my guest
You can let me pay-yeah
When youre ready
Well, let me know.
Ill be waiting
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
Whenever youre ready
When you wanna love me
This is what you need
To be thinking of me
When you plant the seed of love
When youre ready
Let me know
Ill be waiting
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
Well if you want to love me
This is what you need
To be thinking of me
When you plant the seed
The seed of love
If you wanna
If you wanna
If you wanna love me again
Ill take you for a ride in my cadillac.
Hell be in the front, well be in the back
When youre ready
Let me know
Ill be waiting
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
To make arrangements for the trip
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Never Ready For a Maiming
I'm not a cough dropp popper,
To hide a tainted breath.
If my breath gets that bad,
I'll get myself arrested.
You may offer your suggestions,
If onions eatened overwhelm.
But we're not together kissing.
So dismiss what you smell.
You're not all that...
To get me to believing there's an interest.
You ask me why my shoes aren't spitshined.
And my tie not straight...
As if we're dating,
To become cell mates.
Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!
You don't know my name!
And we wont get that far.
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.
Don't aggitate me please,
I'm not ready for it!
If I felt the need to strip...
I'll walk around,
And be naked!
So there's no reason to make claims...
You and I have made arrangements.
Estranged I'll be from those 'arrangements'.
Don't wanna woe.
Don't try to sell me those arrangements.
No woe I owe.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked.
Don't get me panicked,
By arrangements.
Don't wanna woe.
No maniac will trap me training.
No woe I owe.
To get me ready for a maiming!
Oh no!
I'm not that ready.
I'm not that ready.
I'm never ready for a maiming!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When we try to write a pop song, we go for standard pop arrangements, even to the point where we will go to the key change at the end, which is really cheesy.
quote by Joe Elliott
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Poetry
My soul my catalyst to my rhythmic rhyme
My internal clarinet, oboe and lyre play
Throughout my mind lost in time
From its musical notes I draw my pain
To paint in color and vivid passion
Poetry for beauty and beauty for gain
My Allegro, Adagio, Rondo Allegio
Sewn in symphony coloring me
Playing colorfully in my poetic concerto
The supreme art tincturing tuning poetry
In harmony with my soul's song
Composing sweetly a new song in me
Poetry
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Picture Frames
Picture frames that enclose the art
make the art stand out.
If the frame is not just right
better to do without.
For the artist had in their mind
what the frame should be.
But the framer who made the frame
did not know what the art would be.
So acquiring the knack of pairing them
is a talent all its own.
The picture itself cannot speak out
but it has always known
what its frame should be.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Brian Wilson Christmas Interview
Well, along with our special feature of this beach boys christmas album,
Once again Im happy to see the smiling face of the leader of
This popular group here in the studio, brian wilson.
Good to see you again, brian.
Hi, jack.
This beach boys christmas album is really something.
Ah, dick reynolds did the arrangements, I guess, huh?
Yes, he did. he did a beautiful job, a wonderful job.
Is this the first time youve worked with him?
Right. Id been, uh, wanting to meet him and work with him for quite a long time.
Now whos idea was it to have you featured on this, uh, one particular tune--i,
I was particularly impressed with it--a blue christmas.
Well, i... sort of picked out that song to sing for myself.
I, I love the song and uh, Ive always wanted to sing it, so I thought Id sing it.
Well, maybe this will be the start of a whole new career, huh?
I dont know, thats... it, it could, and it couldnt. ah... I really dont know.
Well, lets leave it to the listeners to see what they think of it.
Right.
I notice this album has uh, ah, along with some of the popular things like, uh,
Ill be home for christmas, uh, auld lang syne, and uh, um, we three kings
And some of the traditional things, that you have a couple of your,
Your own, uh, beach boys type sounds in the lp, too.
Uh-huh, weve more or less made one side, uh, our own style, and...
Kind of a teen side and an adult side.
Uh-huh, right, um-hm. contrasting.
Uh-huh. now, we have, uh, one of your originals coming up here, brian.
Uh, christmas day. you wrote this for the album specifically?
Yes, I did. uh-huh.
Uh-huh. and now, do you do your, the vocal arrangements,
Or did dick reynolds handle all of that?
Dick handled the vocal arrangements on the, ah, the modern side
--the traditional side--and I did the, ah, vocal and the
Arrangements of the music on our own style--our basic style--side.
Dick did the strings, also, on the, uh, on the modern side.
Coming up now, ah, a very sentimental type christmas song,
Particularly for those who are away from home during this time of year
--Ill be home for christmas. any, ah, thing particular about this,
This tune that youd like to say, brian?
Ah, well, I guess theres something very obvious when you hear the song.
Its, ah, theres a very definite influence of the four freshmen
On the arrangement as well as the delivery, and, uh, obviously
We all look up and admire the style of the four freshmen and,
Uh, I feel this has been the greatest--one of the greater--
Vocal influences, ah, in the world today.
Well, its certainly been, uh, nice of you to take the time to come
By again here for our special beach boys christmas show.
You have a fine album here and, uh, I hope youll be home for christmas.
Well, I hope I will, too. I hope everyones home for christmas.
I do, too. brian wilson, thanks again for coming by.
Thank you very much, jack.
And here again, the beach boys christmas album.
song performed by by Beach Boys
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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Tell Me Why
Sailing heart-ships thru broken harbors
Out on the waves in the night
Still the searcher must ride the dark horse
Racing alone in his fright.
Tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me lies later, come and see me
Ill be around for a while.
I am lonely but you can free me
All in the way that you smile
Tell me why, tell me why
Is it hard to make arrangements with yourself,
When your old enough to repay but young enough to sell?
Tell me why, tell me why
Tell me why, tell me why
song performed by by Neil Young
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Frame
Frame
I could frame my
mind to what my
thoughts become,
"words spoken"
or I could frame the
night to think my
agony is gone.
I can frame almost
anything I quess,
from a heart in grief
looking for some relief,
the mailman,
the milkman,
and everything
that passes by,
A kitten at my doorstep,
is funny isn't it?
you can frame your
way through a
dragons throat.
Anything you want,
even your heart,
your truth your lies and
even the clear skies.
The hymns I sing,
my eyelids to fall asleep,
an ability not yet control.
Everything I long for
has not yet pass through,
so I keep framing
the truth the lies and all
I can think of.
But framing is not my
escape is just a lie
I keep telling myself,
and I can keep doing
it for eons.
But not yet complete,
for I can't frame my
eyes of what I see.
©ElenaToledo2009
poem by Elenushka Toledo
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What did I do?
What did I do to get out of your life,
when I am in every frame of your life?
As a fetus, you kicked and turned,
I was there in that frame, carrying you.
As an infant you were fragile and helpless,
I remember I was there as well.
As an aimless toddler, before stumbling down,
the hands that carried you, were mine.
During all your school activities,
the beating heart that prayed for your success,
During minor and major exams and interviews,
the eyes that woke up before you,
Had I been there in those frame?
I was there in every frame of your life,
I will be there in every frame of my grandchildren,
If you both let.
Until then my child, explore the new things.
This poem is dedicated to the parents who miss their
children who have gone for further education, work
commitments and other reasons as well.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Red Frame/white Light
Red frame white light
Telephone box
Red on grey
Six three two three double o three
Red frame white light
You have a gray book
On a metal shelf
Red frame white light
Numbered calls
Selected places
Red frame white light
Telephone calls
Black and white
Red frame white light
You have a yellow book
With averts
Red frame white light
There is a black lead to a dial and phone
Red frame white light
Six three two three double o three
song performed by by Omd
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Look, I don't want to wax philosophic, but I will say that if you're alive you've got to flap your arms and legs, you've got to jump around a lot, for life is the very opposite of death, and therefore you must at very least think noisy and colorfully, or you're not alive.
quote by Mel Brooks
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I thought our song was this..
A picture frame Hangs on a wall And I'm surprised I even noticed it at all The years have warped the frame A crack runs through the paint It’s begun to fade But the pictures still the same If you look close enough you’ll know
Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song
Now I stare At an empty room But memories Give my soul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know
Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song
This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye
Well I don’t know What I believe All I knowsoul a different view Of all the lives you touched You taught me so much Now angles lift you up To a place you loved so much And you’ll be welcome there
I know
Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song
This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye
Well I don’t know What I believe All I know Is that there more to it than me Its time for you to go To say goodbye I know I cross my T’s real slow I close my eyes If you look close enough you’ll know
Sing me your song I’ll sing my song You had to go You know you’re my hero Time keeps marching on This is our song
This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye This is our sad goodbye (this is our sad goodbye) But it’s not a bad goodbye
This is the lyrics to Our Song By Goodnight Nurse.
I thought this could be our song, But you lied to me hurt me in everyway
why didnt you tell me you said you didnt want to loose me but you
wouldnt of. Do you think I'm that easy to get ride of? Babe I love you
but you need more trust in me. The thought of you with another girl kills
me you think its funny when you talk to me about them or I see you
look. Tell me could this be are song or my orst nightmare?
I thought this could be our song, But you lied to me hurt me in everyway
why didnt you tell me you said you didnt want to loose me but you
wouldnt of. Do you think I'm that easy to get ride of? Babe I love you
but you need more trust in me. The thought of you with another girl kills
me you think its funny when you talk to me about them or I see you
look. Tell me could this be are song or my worst nightmare?
poem by Alex Ginger
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Empty Picture Frame
An empty picture frame sits upon my desk
Where once upon a time a picture in it did rest
But now the frame stands lifeless and bare
Now it reminds me of a love that once was there.
As in the past the picture brought me happiness and joy
Gave me the reason to live and to write my story
To glance upon and dream of when no one was near
To speak the words of love when them she couldn't hear.
But when she left me I threw her picture away
But I kept that frame to remind me of that day
In remembrance of what she did in and out of my sight
As she was my candle but she blew out that light
So that picture frame I keep it in my plain view
So every time I see it I know what to say and what to do
As once upon a time her picture was in the frame
But now picture is gone but the memories still remain.
poem by Randy McClave
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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Sing Me A Song
Sing me a song,
A song you and I know,
A song that will put me to sleep,
This song that I always listen to makes me cry,
Missing you with every inch on my heart,
Knowing that you will not return,
Sing me a song,
A song that will help me forget about you,
A song that will heal my heart,
A song of forgiveness,
Just sing a song,
A song that can not be forgotten,
A song so memorable,
Only a memory,
Sing me song,
A song that we will love,
A song we can not live with out,
Just sing me a song,
A song that only you and I know.
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Perennial
Perennial flower
Blooming gracefully
The same time
Each year
From love's showee
You've grow so beautifuly and
Colorfully too
Only the devine creatir of heaven
Could have designed you
Annually the earth is blessed
With your beauty
Your size and shape
Only becomes you
poem by Angel A. Lockwood
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Frame II
The frame was best supporting act,
and held the ego high and proud.
He never moaned or groaned or spat,
just hung there, all chilled out.
Of course he would have liked acclaim,
a little lime light and a name,
although a painting with no frame
would look a little dull and tame.
The painting lapped up all attention,
with its enigmatic grin,
often feeling quite ecstatic
to be held with such esteem.
and so the frame in show biz style
put a brave face on and a smiled,
stoical in holding back
ambitions to be the star act.
The frame all low and down at heel
resigned himself as second bill
for after all it wouldn't do
if he were narcissistic too.
poem by Ruth Walters
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