I look back at old photographs and videotapes, and I go, Who was I trying to be? Who was I doing this for?
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Gas Hed Goes West
If I was half alive
Then you were dead
Subsistin' on that same old bread
It's the memory that hides
The whole wide world
It's the gas hed's love of america
It's the memory that hides
Take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
He's a bonified man
A star amongst his clan
And the only one that let me ride
It's the memory that dies
Our gas hed was right
When they lanced his skull
There was puss and light
It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches
It's the memory that dies
And make your photographs black
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches on
It's the memory that dies
So take your photographs back
For the love of all gods
Our gas hed marches on
Our gas hed marches
Gas hed is on the radio
song performed by by Live from Secret Samadhi
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Gas Head Goes West
If I was half alive
and you were dead
subsisiting on that same old bread
it's the memory that hides
the whole wide world
it's the gas hed's love of america
it's the memory that hides
take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
he's a bona fide man
a star amongst his clan
and the only one that let me ride
it's the memory that dies
our gas hed was right
when they lanced his skull
there was puss and light
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
and make your photographs black
for the love all gods
gas hed marches on
gas hed marches on
it's the memory that dies
so take your photographs back
for the love of all gods
our gas hed marches on
our gas hed marches on
gas hed is on the radio, radio, radio
song performed by by Live
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I don't have anything from the television series. I treasure the videotapes from Columbia House.
quote by Mark Goddard
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I'd give Charles Darwin videotapes of 'Geraldo,' 'Beavis and Butt-head' and 'The McLaughlin Group.' I would be interested in seeing if he still believes in evolution.
quote by Dean Koontz
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Photographs & Memories
Photographs and memories
Christmas cards you sent to me
All that I have are these
To remember you
Memories that come at night
Take me to another time
Back to a happier day
When I called you mine
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
Summer skies and lullabies
Nights we couldnt say good-bye
And of all of the things that we knew
Not a dream survived
Photographs and memories
All the love you gave to me
Somehow it just cant be true
Thats all Ive left of you
But we sure had a good time
When we started way back when
Morning walks and bedroom talks
Oh how I loved you then
song performed by by Jim Croce
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I make photographs and still make photographs of the natural environment. It's a love because that was part of my life before I was involved in photography.
quote by John Sexton
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Sometimes I've gotten photographs back and people have literally shaven off pieces of me, and I tell them to put it back.
quote by Alicia Keys
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There are no rules for good photographs, there are only good photographs.
quote by Ansel Adams
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What A Day Yesterday Was
Looking through these old photographs
Dont they bring some good memories back
Some of them make us laugh
And some make us cry
Im glad weve kept all of these souvenirs
To prove that our love was here
Look at how happy we were
Pictures dont lie
(chorus)
If forever should end today
And theres no tomorrow for us
What a day yesterday was
Heres one of us with you calm and cool
But look at me acting a fool
And heres one of us on the ferris wheel
At the fair
Hey, havent we had some fun
The best may be yet to come
We may have a hundred years
Still left to share
But...
(chorus)
Lets close this book of photographs
And lets turn out the lights
And love for the moment
As if it were the last
(chorus)
song performed by by Alan Jackson
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I look back at photographs and I remember at the time I thought I was not very attractive.
quote by Barbara Cook
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Photographs
Photographs,
My youth I'm visiting.
As I smell the trees
And hear rivers sing.
Fragrant Summer scent wafting
From bygone flowered rambling.
Photographs,
Of outrageous laughs.
As we danced the new year in.
Lanced the map of fate
With a pin.
Wearing foolish hats,
I miss
Being two coolish cats.
To capture and frame forever
Bright coloured rapture
Before souls would sever.
Our minds picture black and white today.
Like morning yields
To night lights in the bay.
Photographs,
Of stars burned out,
Of suns now set
That spurned rainbows with drought.
Memories are all that are left to revere.
One snap of one love
Before dewdrops disappear.
poem by Kevin East
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Unhinge
Unhinge the photographs
we licked as
children
tongues in Sarishvili
unhinge
the dead foxes in photographs
kids
that talk Swahili and eat jam.
Jam and Persian ponies-
If I tell you there's no traffic
jam at 4 am in Skopje or no jam in jars, hot suns and super-novas
Will you eat
Me up?
Like air-
Unhinge paper clips or just an eye-lash
and indigo photographs of Romania
In 1963
If I tell you there's no earth-
quakes,
Unhinge Vlach alphabet, breaths caught on cameras
I the darkroom-
when we licked
our photographs of
world chimeras and natural-
yes, natural disas-
ters.
Unhinge.
Lips and nasty
weathers, rain outlets and
rusty sonatas-
Unlock your hair
to
me.
Unlock your hair
to
me.
In one of the mosques in Sarajevo
the cats talk Sanskrit-
Unhinge,
not us in the darkroom licking indigo languages
and scrambled worlds,
but
the sparrows
from
the
sycamore
branches.
Even
they are
sick,
we
don't
speak
our
language-
s.
poem by Afrodita Nikolova
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A letter to a Captain
Captain Owen
Did you find your glory?
The glory you left home for
You should have stayed
Stayed safe at home
Captain Owen
I have seen your photographs
The photographs of words
The photographs of death, of war
The same war you died in
You shouldn't have gone
You should have stayed
Stayed safe at home
Captain Owen
You deserved to live
You would've lived if you never went
And yet if you never went
We would have never known
Captain Owen
Did you get a medal?
I will give you a medal
A medal of humanity
A medal of capturing what no one saw
Deaths that everyone turned away from
But you ran to save
poem by Mariam de Haan
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A Seduction: Small Space Photographs
We were at your mother's house
in the early autumn chill
rummaging the attic
looking at photographs;
close
in the small space,
turning pages
You leaned into me
to get a better look
and I let you.
A murmur
over a blurred baby photo
and the hairs on my neck
curled from the
warmth of your breath,
I tried to hide the fact
that I was shuddering.
'Are you cold' you said.
putting your arm around
offering warmth.
I took that cuddle
and let it settle
into my heart space.
That was all
that was needed then
a simple hug and touch
your warm breath
and I eased back
relaxed
feeling at home;
and I was.
I was thinking we were looking at family
and I was imagining you there in photos
our kids might be looking at years from now.
And you were:
you said it:
'Wonder what our kids would look like.'
you said
You seduced me with that question
and I you when I said:
'I wonder too.'
We started with a hug
above those photographs.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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Mendocino County Line (feat. Willie Nelson)
(Willie Nelson and Lee Ann Womack)
Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing they were rockets bursting into the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
As fierce as Monday morning feeling washed away
Our orchestrated paradise couldn't make you stay
You dance with the horses through the sands of time
As the sun sinks west of the Mendocino County Line
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
The two of us together felt nothin' but right
Feeling you near immortal every Friday night
Lost in our convictions left stained with wine
As the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remain me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
I used to make you happy once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line
I don't talk to you too much these days
I just thank the lord pictures don't fade
I spent time with an angel just passing through
Now all that's left is this image of you
Counted the stars on the 4th of July
Wishing we were rockets bursting in the sky
Talking about redemption and leaving things behind
I have these pictures and I keep these photographs
To remind me of a time
These pictures and these photographs
Let me know I'm doin' fine
We used to be so happy once upon a time
Once upon a time
But the sun sank west of the Mendocino County Line-acap
song performed by by Lee Ann Womack
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The photographs were never about me. They were always about the people who were laying their lives on the line for basic civil rights. I look back and I can't believe there was ever a time in this country when ANY citizen could not vote. The times were appalling.
quote by Charles Moore
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Time Has Taken Them Away
I am a man who lives in yesterdays,
in a world of worn out photographs
with faces I want to remember
but more often that I can’t.
I want to go back and relive
some of the best moments in my life.
Talk again to my school friends
who somehow shaped my life.
I want to rebuild what I left behind,
try to find so many things
that were lost in an earlier time.
I want to go back to my yesterdays,
but time has taken them away.
28 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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Whatsername
Thought I ran into you down on the street
Then it turned out to only be a dream
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face but i can't recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Seems that she disappeared without a trace
Did she marry old whats his face
I made a point to burn all of the photographs
She went away and then I took a different path
I remember the face. But I cant recall the name
Now I wonder how whatsername has been
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
Remember, whatever
It seems like forever ago
The regrets are useless,in my mind, she's in my head
The regrets are useless,in my mind, she's in my head
And in the darkest night
If my memory serves me right
Ill never turn back time
Forgetting you, but not the time
song performed by by Green Day
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I sit and look at photographs
I sit and look at photographs
And say I love you so
A thousand miles between our laughs
Yet they travel to and fro
-
I see you now, you’re really close
Hand in hand we walk.
Through the pleasant countryside,
Neither seems to talk.
A smile breaks through, laughs ensue
The mirth comes from our heart
It is very plain we two
Should never be apart.
So take my love to keep you warm,
Safe in the days ahead
And I’ll keep yours to ward off harm
And I’ll cherish the things you’ve said.
While I sit and look at photographs
And say I love you so.
A thousand miles between our laughs
Still they travel to and fro
poem by Terry Brewer
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Penny Lane
In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello.
On the corner is a banker with a motorcar
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a mack
In the pouring rain
song performed by by Beatles from 1
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