Ibrahim tells his story without a grain of complaint, and this was true for all of the band members. This is very much part of the Cuban spirit and soul.
quote by Wim Wenders
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When you are in a band for a number of years you loose your identity in a way. You become a part of that band and then all of a sudden you are not part of that band. You are still the band without the other two members.
My soul tells off my playful spirit
My soul tells off my playful spirit
Where is thine reverence it asks
I bow my head and ask forgiveness
But I know not for which giggling task
This soul has seen and felt deep love
And has touched great wonder sublime
It shares this love with its true dearest
Sending spirit free for playful rhyme
So when soul tells off my playful spirit
It's hard to take it seriously
As spirit knows that soul has caused
My love to spill for you deliriously
poem by Harriet James
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Every Face Tells A Story
Look at the man in the corner, hes sitting all alone
His blankets are made out of cardboard,
His pillows are made out of stone
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
See the man walking on the water, see the light in his eyes
He came into the world with a message to tell,
He came into the world to die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Youre always telling stories, youre always telling me lies
Youre always telling stories, why?
So think of yourself in the water, seeing your days flashing by
Its too late to see what you wanted to be,
Youve spent all your time, you must die
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Every face tells a story it never tells a lie
Step down
And make it work out right
Im trying to get to you with my warning
Been there
For nearly half the night
Look its nearly four in the morning
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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How The Story Goes
Telephone girl talkin to her mothers voice
Yet she knows these days will soon be gone
Cadillac crews take the band away tonight
Aint it funny how the story goes
Its a dream I had playin music in my band
Its a dream I had to be happy with the woman I love
Well if dreams came true
And they definitely do
For sayin Im a fool
Aint it funny how the story goes
Aint it funny how the story goes
Hollywood queen lookin from her lacy tomb
Its strange to know that I can laugh at you
Flash guitar instead of an architects tool
Aint it funny how the story goes
Its a dream I had playin music in a band
Its a dream I had to be happy with the woman I love
But if dreams came true
And they definitely do
For sayin Im a fool
Aint it funny how the story goes
Aint it funny how the story goes
(solo)
(chorus)
song performed by by Reo Speedwagon
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The guys in my band are good friends on and off the stage. The band members that I have now is probably the best band that I have ever had.
quote by Ace Frehley
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Every Face Tells A Story
(m. allison/p. sills/d. black)
Theres no need for you to tell me
I can see the way you feel
I just know without you saying
What is a lie and whats real
Every face tells a story
Its hard to hide a lie
Every face tells a story
And yours is saying goodbye
Somethings going on, and I know it
You cant keep it from me
Your smile cannot hide what you feel inside
And I dont like what I see
Every face tells a story
Its hard to hide a lie
Every face tells a story
And yours is saying goodbye
Youre always telling stories
Youre always telling me lies
Youre always telling stories
If you want to leave me, leave me
No good living a lie
You can pretend that were not gonna end
But your eyes are saying goodbye
Every face tells a story
Its hard to hide a lie
Every face tells a story
And yours is saying goodbye
Youre always telling stories
Youre always telling me lies
Youre always telling stories
Tell me, I got a right to know
Pour your little heart out to me, baby
You know, you know I dont want to let go
Every face tells a story
Its hard to hide a lie
Every face tells a story
And yours is saying goodbye
song performed by by Olivia Newton-John
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Ibrahim's tale
Ibrahim
Ibrahim was a shoemaker
in that Persian land afar
where wisest men practice crafts
in side-alleys without name
and teach with stories
One day, Ibrahim was overcome
by happiness beyond all belief
while the sun moved from there to here
He told his friend, who said
you look the same to me
He went to the doctor who said
we’d better keep an eye on that,
it might need an X-ray
He went to the priest who said
the Devil has cunning ways
to tempt with gifts
He went to the politician who said
it’s just a way to avoid
your social responsibility
He went to the psychiatrist who said
such delusions are uncommon but
not unknown come back next week
Ibrahim walked home
through the market and stallholders smiled
even though he bought nothing
a stray dog followed him home
his wife said you’re late for dinner
how lucky you are to have me for a wife
his children said
didn’t you bring anything home for us?
But here the story of Ibrahim
splits into many versions;
so you who know that bliss
which overcame our Ibrahim
must complete it for yourselves
to tell to your chlldren and
your children’s children
so that wise men smile, and angels laugh,
and poets pause, and storytellers
nod to themselves, while
they shape and tack their shoes, that
a storyteller carries on wise shoulders
a responsibility to human beings
greater than any king..
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The paradox of life
the night does not fall my dear, it is only your eyes, that close,
that what make us so busy, we always tend to make ourselves
easy, though in reality we want to go easy go lucky
full of contradiction, an irony what we feel, a great paradox of
what we want to do and just easy to let it go, when anybody who
is hungry, God immediately filled it with sweet honey and when
everybody is lazy, He punish it thoroughly
God don't want us to leave alone, so crazy to accept, yet very
holding to take, so vague, of nowhere to stand, to short to
understand, then what makes a man, to love more than what
is being done, in the creation, we are the number one
is this the faith that tells of what care God wants us to feel, is the
kingdom of God has come in the midst of everything that man
has done, so cruel, that one has to know, that He is the God,
who never complaint of everything he made, a feature that
shows, He is not you
so all seeds, must grow in the vineyards he sow, let the weed
may grow side by side with you, for days will come that, all be
harvested into one, segregated each and every one, where the
ripe may go for the grain is ready to be stored properly and
milled it as may go, tow as it flows
all men has to submit, for the kingdom is ready, and the life we
take is on the way, as the sower say the judgment is near and
salvation is clear
let my heart desire, in my soul make it true, for in my path i know
i am only planted in the paradise of heaven, i grow, in God let it
be true
poem by Antonio Liao
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The shows are so different from each other, depending on whether I play with my band, Nine Stories, other musicians, an orchestra, only one or two members of my band.
He who tells the truth doesn't sin, but he causes many inconveniences.
That Part Of A Whole
it is a tiny part
as tiny as a grain of sand
you hardly give it
attention
you keep on saying
what is in this grain of sand
that philosophers
say contain this universe
something so tiny
yet to contain everything
and so you hold the grain of sand
against the light
and revolve it around your fingers
little finger planets
to the sun grain of sand
you cannot believe what you
felt and saw
and so you throw away that grain
of sand to the air
eating it like a big mouthed monsters
you are lost
your world dissolves
like ice
you turn to air
and there you are
gone.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Michael Sunday and I are the original members of the band. We first did it just for charities and benefit concerts. It was very ad-hoc, and before we knew it, we were really a band. We went through several drummers and guitarists before we were happy with the line up.
quote by Peter Tork
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Paperback
' dust at the side of the road '
the story writes itself
in however how many pages it may take
it can feel your pulse-rate rise
and enters through your skin
it is a very fine dust
slides easy off the page
then grain by grain by grain
it burrows deeper in
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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Never Ending Story (live Acoustic Version)
Armies have conquered
And fallen in the end
Kingdoms have risen
Then buried by sand
The Earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
She puts us to sleep and
In her light we'll awake
We'll all be forgotten
There's no endless fame
But everything we do
Is never in vain
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
Forests and deserts
Rivers, blue seas
Mountains and valleys
Nothing here stays
While we think we witness
We are part of the scene
This never-ending story
Where will it lead to?
The earth is our mother
She gives and she takes
But she is also a part
A part of the tale
We're part of a story, part of a tale
We're all on this journey
No one is to stay
Where ever it's going
What is the way?
We're part of a story, part of a tale
Sometimes beautiful and sometimes insane
No one remembers how it began
song performed by by Within Temptation
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Grain....
when life one dark night says
that it is tasteless and so bland like the air
the leaves of the mahogany trees hear it
and the following morning confide it with the
sea breeze
who tells it all to the sands who spread same story
to the waves of the shores
who deliver it to every desert in the sand
who keep all these in the heart of their
sacred solitude
and the wisdom stops in there
every dry sand of the desert
thrives upon this story
and sleeps so soundly.
'it is a fact and we are not surprised' the grain
of sand so proudly tell the others.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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A Little Story/even When Youre Far Away
- once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy and he went to...
- mummy...you should remember this more because dyou know why?
- why?
- I learnt it from my daddy, you know.
- umm-umm.
- hah-hah.
- once there was this little boy who asked his father
To tell him that old, old, old, old, old, old story.
Once upon a time there was this little boy who said,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once upon...
- you could see...it can end anywhere!
It can end...its just a little story.
I wonder why
I could never hate you
Even when you look away,
I always love you in my soul.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
I tell you why
I could never hate you
Even when youre far away,
I know you love me in your soul.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
Part of me will always be with you,
Part of you is growing in me.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
We dont know how,
How to tell each other,
Theres nothing we can do.
I saw your soul and you saw mine.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We always know inside our soul that love is there.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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A Little Story/even When Youre Far Away
- once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy who asked his father,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once there was this little boy and he went to...
- mummy...you should remember this more because dyou know why?
- why?
- I learnt it from my daddy, you know.
- umm-umm.
- hah-hah.
- once there was this little boy who asked his father
To tell him that old, old, old, old, old, old story.
Once upon a time there was this little boy who said,
Would you tell me that old, old story?
Once upon...
- you could see...it can end anywhere!
It can end...its just a little story.
I wonder why
I could never hate you
Even when you look away,
I always love you in my soul.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
I tell you why
I could never hate you
Even when youre far away,
I know you love me in your soul.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
Part of me will always be with you,
Part of you is growing in me.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We dont know how to love, love without fear.
We dont know how,
How to tell each other,
Theres nothing we can do.
I saw your soul and you saw mine.
Its just the way we happen to be,
Its just the way it happens to be.
We always know inside our soul that love is there.
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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Well, that's the old story I heard about the Jackie Chan films. That, like, Jackie Chan will just keep going and when crew members drop he just replaces them. I don't know if that's true but after having worked in Japan I believe it might be true.
quote by Sarah Michelle Gellar
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Key West Intermezzo
In a hand painted night, me and gypsy scotty are partners
At the hotel flamingo, wearing black market shoes
This loud cuban band is crucifying john lennon
No one wants to be lonely, no one wants to sin the blues
Shes perched like a parrot on his tuxedo shoulder
Christ, what shes doing with him, she could be
Dancing with me
She stirs the ice in her glass with her elegant fingers
I want to be what shes drinking, yeah, I just want to be
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br> but I saw you first
On a moon spattered road in her parrot rebozo
Gypsy scottys driving his big long yellow car
She flies like a bird over his shoulder
She whispers in his ear, boy, you are my star
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br>
In the bone colored dawn, me and gypsy scotty are singin? br> the radio is playin? she left her shoes out in the back
He tells me a story about a girl he knows in kentucky
He just made that story up, there aint no girl like that
Chorus:
I saw you first
Im the first one tonight
I saw you first
Dont that give me the right
To move around your heart
Everyones lookin? br> but I saw you first
song performed by by John Mellencamp
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The Mirror
Standing in front of the mirror,
The reflection tells me to look behind.
The focus of the mirror is myself,
And also what lies behind.
I can move to the left,
I can move to the right,
But to the mirror I am always within it's sight.
As are things past.
I look out a window,
It tells me to see what lies ahead.
In the window, I do not see myself.
I see others.
I see nature's beauty unfolding.
I know I am there,
But I am just merely a part of the surroundings.
To the mirror, it is all about me.
The mirror tells me to worry about how I look.
The window tells me to worry about how the world looks.
The eyes are the window to the soul.
Not the mirror.
The mirror deceives.
To the mirror, everything is backwards.
As I look into my own eyes.
My soul becomes filled with self.
As I look into the eyes of another.
My soul becomes filled with life.
While the mirror holds my reflection.
It is the window that holds the truth.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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