It's valid that the Strokes and the Pleased have been influenced by some of the same bands. But it's invalid in the sense that we listen to the Strokes and try to sounds like them. I think that they are a good band.
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Paint body art beautiful
her majesty the hand
with nail graffiti polish
pain in henna red
paint in henna black
paint paint my heart
paint body art faithful
faithful to the strokes
paint in strokes divine
paint in strokes of red
paint in strokes of black
paint paint my heart
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Dennis
Your strokes are the strokes of man and,
My archive is full of your story;
But my black box is for Dennis my friend.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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In Bold Strokes
now in bold strokes
i have drawn my jaw
front of the mirror
and you find it horrible
but it is my jaw
and none of the other
i put my beard like a
waterfall
making the sounds of
confusions
in bold strokes i draw
the face
of my manhood
and you want to have compromises
about my teeth
and tongue
some have to be pulled
and the tongue
is not that long enough
the terms are clear
if you disagree then there is no deal
if you insist
there is no us in this
it arrives at a decision
either you
or myself
and if you do not leave
i will
my feet are strong
my soles are thick.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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One is up to the one down
So much pride I have for your love
And as much, I ruminate on my love for you
Not that you are high on a tower
But that I am low in a ditch.
The Valid is more valid to the invalid.
09.02.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Strokes Of My Pen
With the strokes of my pen
I'll write again
words that come into view.
And those that come upon my words
will know me as they do.
For my heart will speak to them
and say
you, my readers have found a way
to read the thoughts
I leave behind
and then you'll find
you know me.
You won't need to see
my presence at all.
For all my words will make the call
and bare my soul to you.
And you will know just who I am.
The strokes of my pen are the clue.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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A Mountaineer
ERE Beowulf's song
Was heard from the ships,
Ere Roland had set
The horn to his lips:
In Ogham strokes
A name was writ:
That name his name
Lives in yet.
The strokes on the edge
Of the stone might count
The acres he has
On this bare mount;
But he remembers
The pillar-stone,
And knows that he is
Of the seed of Eoin.
poem by Padraic Colum
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The number of strokes to the inch controls the pitch of the note: the more, the higher the pitch; the fewer, the lower the pitch, the size of the stroke controls the loudness... the tone quality is the most difficult element to control, it is made by the shape of the strokes.
quote by Norman McLaren
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Every Day People
Sometimes I'm right then I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my songs
A butcher, a banker, Jack Irons on drums
Makes no difference what group I'm in
I am everyday people
Then it's the blue ones who can't accept
The green ones for living with
The black ones tryin' to be a skinny one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We gotta live together
I am no better and neither are you
We're all the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me
You know me and then
Still can't figure out the scene I'm in
I am everyday people
Then it's the new man
That doesn't like the short man
For being such a rich one
That will not help the poor one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
We got to live together
There is a yellow one that won't
Accept the black one
That won't accept the red one
That won't accept the white one
Different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and
Scooby dooby dooby
Ooh sha sha
I am everyday people
song performed by by Pearl Jam
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The Red Strokes
Moonlight on canvas, midnight and wine
Two shadows starting to softly combine
The picture theyre painting
Is one of the heart
And to those who have seen it
Its a true work of art.
(chorus)
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this
Inspired by a vision
That they cant command
Erasing the borders
With each brush of a hand
*chorus*
Oh, the blues will be blue and the jealousies green
But when love picks its shade it demands to be seen
*chorus*
Oh, the red strokes
Passions uncaged
Thundering moments of tenderness rage
Oh, the red strokes
Tempered and strong (fearlessly drawn)
Burning the night like the dawn.
Steam on the window, salt in a kiss
Two hearts have never pounded like this.
song performed by by Garth Brooks
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You know, with bands like Kiss back out on the road and Aerosmith coming out, we are going to be a band like that, in the sense that it's a big rock band.
quote by Steve Brown
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The Japanese have a wonderful sense of design and a refinement in their art. They try to produce beautiful paintings with the minimum number of strokes.
quote by David Rockefeller
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You don't try to get influenced by everything that's going on with all the other music around you. You don't listen to the radio - I mean, I don't. When I get ready to do an album, I don't listen to anybody else; I don't wanna be influenced.
quote by Tim McGraw
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If strokes are good to give, they are good to receive.
Serbo-Croatian proverbs
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Anthem Of The Handsome Ransom
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
We didnt want to cause any trouble
We just wanted them to listen to the band,
So we gave em a fax that said:
We have hidden a bomb in your womens toilet
If you wanna prevent the desaster
Come to the club
On the 25th to see us, but they came not
We paid 500 marks for that
Some people never heard anything bout jokes
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
Hello hartwig!
Weve got the tapes of your new, fantastic band
So if you want them back
You gotta place 50.000 bucks in
The womens toilet of the teldec,
You know,
Otherwise you wont hear your band again
Cause we will erase everything
Come on hartwig
Come on
Come on...
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
We thought musics got
Something to do with instruments and feelings
This is not the truth!
Lawyers and money that is what counts
We sat in a boat with sharks all around us
Weve tried to get rid off em
But when they smell money
You cant hold em back
So weve invented our own kind of kidnapping
Were kidnapping ourselves
And you pay the ransom
That sounds good, ha
That sounds good...
This is the anthem of the handsome ransom...
That sounds good...
This was the anthem
song performed by by Fury In The Slaughterhouse
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Everyday People
(sly stone)
Originally performed by sly and the family stone. jeff performed it live at beilefeld, germany on july 12 1995.
Sometimes Im right and I can be wrong
My own beliefs are in my song
The butcher, the banker, the drummer and then
Makes no difference what group Im in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a blue one who cant accept the green one
For living with a fat one trying to be a skinny one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha - we got to live together
I am no better and neither are you
We are the same whatever we do
You love me you hate me you know me and then
You cant figure out the bag lm in
I am everyday people, yeah yeah
There is a long hair that doesnt like the short hair
For bein such a rich one that will not help the poor one
And different strokes for different folks
And so on and so on and scooby dooby doo-bee
Oh sha sha-we got to live together
There is a yellow one that wont accept the black one
That wont accept the red one that wont accept the white one
And different strokes for different folks
Oh sha sha-
I am everyday people.
song performed by by Jeff Buckley
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Slow Poke
(myles goodwyn)
Published by slalom publishing co. - bmi
I got somethin to keep you satisfied
So wont you excuse me, while I slip inside
I aint gonna rush things, you know I aint no speed freak
And I like to take my time whenever I eat
Cause Im just a slow poke, uh-huh, with long strokes
I said Im just a slow poke, baby
And I like to take my time, poke on
Id like to see you with the lights turned down
And Id like to see you when you go down
Im gonna be there, right by your side
Im just gonna hang on, and let you take me for a ride
So how bout a slow poke, uh-huh, with long strokes
I said how bout a slow poke, baby
I like to take my time, alright
Id like to poke you right here on the floor
I aint gonna stop none, till I hear you call for more
Then Im gonna tease you till youre ready to scream
Then Im gonna please you, its gonna seem like a dream
So how bout a slow poke, uh-huh, with long strokes
I said how bout a slow poke, baby
I like to take my time, poke on
song performed by by April Wine
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Vesper
The western sun glows tangerine;
noon’s blue edge
not wanting to leave
vaults high over the bright valley sky.
With wide sweep of level cloud,
bands of passion, blushing impasto
strokes of burning orange
contend with fading light
to send spent day down
into indigo night.
poem by Steven Federle
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It's about, I did talk about my life in broad strokes and what home meant to me in order to really explore the subject of home and can you go back and what that means for people in that sense of community that we've lost.
Punk rock really influenced me, the basic metal bands, Zeppelin, Stones and Floyd, and Southern rock bands. I think I was pretty well-rounded.
quote by Al Jourgensen
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Writing?
What is he writing? Listen to the sounds
Of the keys, how swiftly his fingers move!
The eager and loveliest minute is a thought above,
It is in that touch, the moving touch of sweetness.
Abhorrent and unlucky are some strokes,
A pen sufficed but now the keys happen.
Putting the quick aside, he breathes and sighs
To see the palaces of gold, and the grand towers
That he is writing.
What is he writing? A message of fresh beauty
Has arisen, to wet the mind and everybody’s spirit.
In the temples of thought is recorded a lesson,
That thoughts are written, and their nature is solid.
poem by Naveed Akram
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