My studio is designed for atmosphere. I have a really cozy, comfortable room that has a great, huge glass door that views my backyard.
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A Concealed Soul
Concealed by a shadow behind the windows,
Overlooking the gateway of no return,
The neighborhood is suspicious
Of the elfish silhouette against the glass
Of an unlit room where I reconcile
My most precious thoughts...
My thoughts have no cause
For great concerns
Because If I had to,
I would gladly explain
That I would indefinitely remain,
In this cozy room
Where my future is being designed...
Sighted, obviously reported-a threat!
I retreat behind my computer's desk,
Deeper into the closed space
Where I listen tentatively,
Motionless, for the door to rip...
Open hinges with familiar complaints,
Bracing me for opposition,
While I completely quiet I remain
And letting them look like fools...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Backyard Brawl
Got a cut on my thigh, got a nail in my eye
And I'm bleedin' all over the wall
Got a barbed wire bat and a dude on the mat
Ain't getting up soon at all
Got a head full of rage and a belly full of hate
I'm the neighborhood legend that just can't wait
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Don't matter who you are, don't matter what color
Brown or white'll do
But if you're yellow you'll be covered in red
A whole lotta black and blue
Jump off the trailer in a pile full o' guys
Scratching and kicking and pulverized
For the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Only got six teeth but three of those
Are sharp enough to bite off your nose
At the backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
Another backyard brawl
Backyard brawl
[Spoken:]
You think you're so tough
You talkin' to me?
You're mine
Come on, let's go
Come on stitches...
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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When you travel, remember that a foreign country is not designed to make you comfortable. It is designed to make its own people comfortable.
quote by Clifton Fadiman
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I went from a guy, kind of a working actor, a supporting player, to magazine covers and being offered the studio pictures really quickly. Nobody was comfortable with it. I wasn't really comfortable with it.
quote by David Caruso
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How many people have a family grave in the backyard? I'm sure I'll end up there, or I'll shrink my head and put it in a glass box in the living room. I'll get more tourists to Graceland that way.
quote by Lisa Marie Presley
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The Allegory Of The Cycle Of Doors
and so there is this door that appears before you
and you open it
and then when you enter the room
another door appears
this is the cycle of doors that keep on appearing and you
keep on opening
but the room still appears from a distance
always distant
from your eager feet to enter
you say to enter the room i must please the door
but the room moves away just the same
and the door tells you
to keep the room
you have to burn it and when the room is burned
the door finally disappears
and then both the door and the room shall tell you
now be happy
for you now have a house of your own
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My own views on abortion, I'm not on either pole of that and neither of the interest groups on either end of this issue would probably be comfortable with my views.
quote by Stephen Harper
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The House Made Of Glass Door That Overlooks The Garden
the house has a huge glass door
that overlooks the garden
i mean it is a house with a glass door
at the ground floor that is overlooking a garden
where the cock feeds on worms with a red hen
that lays eggs on the haystack
near the back window,
oh it is not messy and it is far from what you think
nothing is poetic here
there is simply a day that drags itself to its sunset burial site.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Fireplace
What is it about a fireplace
that draws you to its flame?
Is it the warmth created
like a sun that came
and shone upon your body
with the intensity of heat?
Or is it the comfortable feeling
which makes you feel replete?
The flicker and the crackle,
the sizzle that you hear
invites your senses to remain
close to the hearth and peer
hypnotically tranquilized
quietly taking a rest
like a bird in sunshine
in a cozy, cozy nest.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I want to build a studio in my backyard. The interest rates are low now, so who knows.
quote by Paul Taylor
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The Arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
While you still have the time
You could get away and find
A better life, you know the grind is so ungrateful
Racing cars, whisky bars
No one cares who you really are
Youre the keeper of the cards
Yes I know it gets hard
Keeping the wheels turning
And the wife she keeps the keys
She is so pleased to be
A part of the arrangement
You could have been more
Than a name on the door
On the thirty-third floor in the air
More than a consumer
Lying in some roam trying to die
More than a credit card
Swimming pool in the backyard
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more than a name on the door
You could have been more
You could have been more
You could have been more
song performed by by Joni Mitchell
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Cloud and atmosphere
Clouds appear
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere remained
Uncontaminated by clouds
Clouds is not always present
In the atmosphere
Atmosphere exists
Even when there is no clouds.
There is no clouds
There is atmosphere
There is no atmosphere
There is no clouds
Clouds is atmosphere
Atmosphere is not clouds.
Atmosphere exists in its own beings
Clouds has no separate existence
You are my atmosphere
I'm your cloud
Pray
Make me always clear
And in good use.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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No More Voyage
No more voyage,
No journey.
I'll sit here,
In the cozy lap
Of my room.
The first ray of the
Sun will drip
In my winter-nibbled
Decaying heart!
I'll knit a scene
Within, day and night.
A hut, the shady coconut
Trees, my quiet yard,
The ever-flowing brook
Underneath--all will
Tell me the story of
Happiness...once upon a time
There was....a lass...
Do not ask me to get out-
Side of my home and hearth.
I'll sit here in the cozy
Lap of my eternal bliss.
poem by Nilakshi Das
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We happened to be in the studio next door and I think Noel Redding came around and said, 'Do you fancy having a sing on this?' We just went and did it and it was great.
When No One Really Cares
my role has
always been
to fix
broken stairs
to oil the
rusty hinges of
the door &
wipe those
misty
glass windows
of their
haze
to plant the
runners
along the stony
pavements
of the house
i like it when
it is green
and covered
as things appear
cool
and vibrant against
the walls
beneath the sun
i replace old
lamps
i like it when
the room is
bright with
light
at night
i like it when
everyone of you
in this house
is comfortable with
warm soup on the
table
when the cold nights
of November
begins to
shiver
when you look
for a candle
and a lighter
i always have
them with
me
what i think is
hurting is that
i am not fixed
myself
i am a broken rail
a malfunctioning lamp
a dark room
a cold soup a
rusty hinge
a missing stair
and yet
no one
no one really
cares.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I'm a little more comfortable in that role. I love being in the studio.
quote by Keith Urban
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Relax
(words & music by tepper - bennett)
Relax, kick your shoes off baby
Relax, here we are alone
Relax, if the phone rings, let it
Just forget it, were not at home
Cut loose, let your hair down honey
Unwind, turn the lights down low
Relax, lets uncork the stopper
Come to papa, come on lets go
Defrost, your charms
Theres only the two of us here
Come in my arms
And make yourself comfortable dear
Relax, lets get cozy baby
Come on, let your concrete crack
Cut loose, when the knocks invited
Dont you fight it, come on relax
Defrost, your charms
Theres only the two of us here
Come in my arms
And make yourself comfortable dear
Relax, lets get cozy baby
Come on, let your concrete crack
Cut loose, life is worth the livin
When youre givin, come on relax
Relax.....mmmmm....let loose...mmmm...defrost....mmmmm...
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Being in the studio is okay but sitting in a room by yourself composing is a discipline that takes a certain type of mind set and Tommy has a great gift for that as did the previous guy.
quote by James Young
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Welcome To The Door Of Freedom
this is the door of freedom
you just got in
i have a room beyond this room
no one has entered yet
between this door and my room
is a space
this is where some pieces of my are left
but soon they will be taken back
to be kept inside my palms
to be hidden once again from you
when you get in
you will be introduced to the ritual of knowing
what you do not know
what you cannot know
what shall be hidden forever from you
and you shall be a little bit
disappointed
but you must insist
you have to repeat your name many times
you will sort out the letters
there are onions and chilies
they will make you cry
and then you will wish upon another door
this time it is your door
towards your own room
you will doubt about breathing
about windows and exits
and then you begin to ask
if all these are worth it
you decide.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Plain And Simple
When I walked through the door
of a fancy fashion store.
All around was finery.
Who could ask for anything more?
But all I saw was not for me.
It was too fancy for my eyes.
So when I tried one on for size
I saw immediately
that fancy lace and silks and satin
never were my style.
And still just the sight I saw in the glass
for that shortened while
contented me to know myself
and who I'd never be.
Simple, comfortable and practical
were the clothes for me.
When I walked through the door
of that fancy fashion store
I went in because I needed a job
and saw a sign on the door
'HELP NEEDED'
poem by Edwina Reizer
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