I can play every instrument there is, every horn, I've played all the saxes and trumpets and everything and keyboards.
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Flute - a triolet
Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air.
Most natural, magical, musical instrument.
Makes melodious the complete atmosphere
Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air.
In hands of Lord Krishna, Hindus wish to be flute.
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Hollow and holes of bamboo played with air;
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I played djembe, percussion, keyboards and I sang.
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The Man With The Horn
(released as b-side of sussudio single, 1985)
They come from miles around just to hear him play
Hes on the same street corner almost every day
And theres always a crowd wherever he goes
And when he blows his horn, well everybody knows
I only wanna see him play
All the girls n boys they wanna see him play
Nobody else they wanna see him play
And he brings a tear to the eye
Hell make you smile of make you cry
And nobody asks him why
Cos they just wanna see him play
They come from every way, every night
Hes got a band so out there, its outta sight
And the boys in the dancehall are rocking in the aisle
The girls up front - they wanna see him smile
I only wanna see him play
All the girls n boys they wanna see him play
Nobody else they wanna see him play
And he brings a tear to the eye
Hell make you smile of make you cry
Ooh, nobody asks him why
Cos they just wanna see him play
Yeah, hes the man with the horn
Ooh they wanna see him play
Yeah, hes the man with the horn
Ooh they wanna see him play
Yeah, hes the man with the horn
You know they wanna see him, they wanna see him
They wanna, they wanna, they wanna see him play
(play it, don!)
Ah, station to station, coast to coast
Well you can hear all his records on the radio
He makes every evening feel like saturday night
And if youre happy or sad hell make the feeling right
I only wanna see him play
All the girls n boys they wanna see him play
Nobody else they wanna see him play
And he brings a tear to the eye
Hell make you smile of make you cry
Ooh, nobody asks him why
Cos they just wanna see him play
Yes, you know they wanna see him, they wanna see him
Chow, they know they wanna see him, they wanna see him
They wanna, they wanna, they wanna see him play
They wanna see him play, play, play, play
Oh, all the girls and boys wanna see him play
All the girls and boys wanna see him play
All the girls and boys...
song performed by by Phil Collins
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Horn
Rhine wine, car horn
Now that youve deceived me, and played my name around
And hung those nasty flyers, on all the buildings in town
Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth
And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth
Now I know the reason that Im feeling so forlorn
Ill pick you up at eight as usual, listen for my horn
Rhine wine, car horn
song performed by by Phish
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Hernani
Cistercians might crack their sides
With laughter, and exemption get,
At sight of heroes clasping brides,
And hearing--O the horn! the horn!
The horn of their obstructive debt!
But quit the stage, that note applies
For sermons cosmopolitan,
Hernani. Have we filched our prize,
Forgetting . . .? O the horn! the horn!
The horn of the Old Gentleman!
poem by George Meredith
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Yes, my mother was a singer, and my father played piano and keyboards. They were in a band together, though they also had regular jobs because they had kids and stuff like that.
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I Can Play (Lyrics) :
He didn't give himself up to fear.
And his voice had a life of its own.
He didn't give himself up for broke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar', 'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to drinking beer.
His voice still had a life of its own.
And he didn't give himself up for smoke.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
He didn't give himself up to curcumstance.
Always tried to make it alone.
He didn't give himself up to telling lies.
His honesty was already shown.
Always kept himself up to par.
Just a man who played his guitar.
He said 'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play it clear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'.
'I can play the songs that you want to hear'.
'I can play the guitar'.'I can play'...
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I would like to play with electronic keyboards again.
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Great Conductors
Hans Richter Parsifal did not conduct,
and to the National Gallery he never paid
a visit, but he showed Franz Strauss who never sucked
just how the horn in Meistersinger should be played.
Franz Strauss refused to play a second time
for Hans von Bülow Meistersinger’s second act;
Hans begged his pardon when Franz told him: “I’m
retiring, since you for the hornist show no tact.”
There is an incident reported about the premiere of Die Meistersinger von Nuremberg. The first version: during a rehearsal Strauss complained about the terrible demanding horn part, but Hans Richter, Wagner's secretary & former first horn at the Viennese Kaerntnerthor Theatre (Beethoven's Sonata op.17 had been premiered there; forerunner theatre of the Imperial Opera House) , was present & asked Strauss to lend him his horn & played the passage from the endings of the second act flawless, but giving the horn back with the comment With your B-flat-horn you will have difficulties always; the F-horn sounds much better.
I do not believe this anecdote to be true. Even an already warmed up horn player of excellent qualities might have difficulties with the Pruegelszene How can a conducter to be (Richter became the first world famous conductor; he led the first Ring in Bayreuth 1876) , who had not played his horn for a while, play this passage flawless without any warm-up. A myth only! Richter used this complain about B-flat horn also, when he conducted in Bayreuth. He recommended the use of the single F horn always. No wonder. He came from Vienna.
The second incident happened after the end of the dress rehearsal of Mastersingers. Hans von Bülow wanted to repeat the ending of the 2nd Act again, but Strauss refused to do so, telling von Bülow that he could not do it again, as being exhausted already. If you cant do it again, so you must better ask for retirement! , replied von Buelow to Strauss. But Strauss left the pit and asked the opera's administration for immediate retirement. So Hans von Bülow had to come to Strauss house at the Pschorr Estate, ask for pardon, which was granted, - so the premiere of Mastersingers was saved.
There is an incident reported about the premiere of Die Meistersinger von Nuremberg. The first version: during a rehearsal Strauss complained about the terrible demanding horn part, but Hans Richter, Wagner's secretary & former first horn at the Viennese Kaerntnerthor Theatre (Beethoven's Sonata op.17 had been premiered there; forerunner theatre of the Imperial Opera House) , was present & asked Strauss to lend him his horn & played the passage from the endings of the second act flawless, but giving the horn back with the comment With your B-flat-horn you will have difficulties always; the F-horn sounds much better.
I do not believe this anecdote to be true. Even an already warmed up horn player of excellent qualities might have difficulties with the Pruegelszene. How can a conductor to be (Richter became the first world famous conductor; he led the first Ring in Bayreuth 1876) , who had not played his horn for a while, play this passage flawless without any warm-up. A myth only! Richter used this complain about B-flat horn also, when he conducted in Bayreuth. He recommended the use of the single F horn always. No wonder. He came from Vienna.
The second incident happened after the end of the dress rehearsal of Mastersinger. Hans von Bülow wanted to repeat the ending of the 2nd Act again, but Strauss refused to do so, telling von Bülow that he could not do it again, as being exhausted already. If you can’t do it again you had better ask for retiremen! replied von Bülow to Strauss. But Strauss left the pit and asked the opera's administration for immediate retirement. So Hans von Bülow had to come to Strauss house at the Pschorr Estate, ask for pardon, which was granted, - so the premiere of Mastersingers was saved.
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Sad Trumpets
sad trumpets pronouncing
taking me to a place
i can only almost reach.
always wanting
my hand outstretched
empty
and the sad soft trumpets
echo
somewhere.
they call to me
full
and soon the sad trumpets
are gone.
they never were.
only the faded shadow
of a memory.
poem by Anna Moriarty Lev
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I play keyboards and sing. I've written a couple of songs too.
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The Axe Concerto
Grandfather John, my mother's dad,
remarried later on in life.
When he passed on his vast wealth
passed largely to this second wife.
Thus did her children benefit
from the bulk of his estate.
My mother and my Uncle John
relatively little, sad to state.
Sometime after the internment date
a piano was shipped to our home.
A piece Step- Grandma didn't want
She didn't play and lived alone.
When my mother was a child
living up in Marble Hill
She'd learned to play the instrument
that now she merely wished to kill.
In mortal rage she grabbed an axe
and like a batter swung away
It was a fair bit of exercise
(She had played baseball in her day.)
Such sounds that spinet then produced
were likely never heard before.
such atonal melodies
as she ripped and smashed its core.
the Axe concerto was concluded
when only splinters still remained
She went and stored the axe away-
After than she never played
poem by John F. McCullagh
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I used to play the piano in the band, and so there's some horrendous scenes of me playing the keyboards.
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Singing instrumental music is most important because, while you play an instrument, you are singing through the instrument... actually, you are singing inside.
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Play On Love
Now when you open your mouth, what comes out
Whats the first word, whats the first line?
When you open your mouth and love comes out
Then you know, you just sang the clear line
Ive heard people say it a thousand times
In a thousand different ways
Ive heard people play it a thousand times
And they know, they know thats the only way
To play.
You got to
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love.
Now are you talking about what it is you know
Or just repeating what it was you heard
Someone told you just exactly what to say
And you know, you know thats only one set
Of words
You got to play on love.
Ive heard people say it a thousand times
In a thousand different ways
Ive heard people play it a thousand times
And they know thats the only way to play
You been a reading it without living it
Now thats the golden prison we can always find
Living in stories and living in books or
We can live and leave all the stories behind.
Its up to you and its up to me
Come down yelling timber through the
Burning trees
Whos been telling you about perfection
And how did he get in here, thats the question.
He mustve
Played on love
Played on love
Played on love
Played on love.
Ive heard people say it a thousand times....
You got to
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love.
Reading it without living it...
You got to
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love
Play on love.
song performed by by Jefferson Starship
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You Play Entirely By Yourself
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
At first I thought you were sincere and honest.
I did not suspect you to be,
Someone who played with others emotionally.
I did not detect this from you at all.
Until you would say disrespectful things,
When I would think of you and place a telephone call.
I did not suspect you to be,
Insensitive and distant when you chose to be.
And had no regard for the feelings of others...
Until I caught you embellishing,
Something you did for someone claimed...
When I was the one who did it,
And you didn't mention me by name.
You've created a game you play entirely by yourself.
Is this something done consciously?
Is this a game played with me you believe I can't see?
Or is it that you are that experienced,
And the game you play and have created...
Only to you when implemented makes sense.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beholding
The countenance of God is gazed upon by the unique,
After the soul is committed to the trials and tribulations,
After the body exhausts itself in prayer, while in absorption
Of blessings and divine help.
This road to the beholding or beatific vision shall be admired
By the priests who live among messengers and disciples,
Carrying wisdom from their bellies, watching the songs
Being played on the wind instrument, the instrument of joy.
They count on their fingers the prayers and supplications,
Willing to divide their treasure and pray forever.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Dont Play Around
He stuck that knife right into her gut
I want to tell you she was lucky with what she got
But what she got was not enough
She played around
Dont play around
I tried to tell her he was not so dumb
I tried to warn her there was something wrong
She wouldnt listen, she continued on
She played around
If you give your love to someone and someone treats you bad
If you give your love to someone and someone makes you mad
If you give your love to someone it can be so sad
Dont play around
Dont play around
He left her dying in the pool of blood
And she was crying oh my God oh my god
But she was no good, she was no good
She played around
Dont play around
Shed be laughing and dancing the night away
Shed be laughing and dancing with every man that came away
But as her lifes blood slipped away
I thought I heard her say
Dont play around
Dont play around
song performed by by Thin Lizzy
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