Sonnet: My Alto Car
My Alto looks superb and majestic,
From Maruti Udyog- ‘The talk of town! ”
With color, silky silver metallic;
My dignity will escalate on own.
Even the rich appear to go for it;
Five-geared, with mileage almost twenty-two;
And ample space for luggage; five can sit;
It is the car that every heart can woo!
It stands so splendidly in front of house,
And glows with beauty- all appreciate;
It is the car that’s loved by any spouse;
Perhaps, its cost can’t much depreciate!
With Alto, any distance, you can go;
No wonder ’tis India’s foremost car, oh!
poem by John Celes
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Chan Chan
(francisco repilado)
(dm) - (f) - (c) - (a7)
De (dm) alto cedro voy (f) para marcane
(c) luego a cueto voy (a7) para mayari.
El cariiao a,ue te tengo
Yo no lo puedo negar
Se me sale la babita
Yo no lo puedo evitar.
Cuando juanica y chan chan
En el mar cernian arena
Como sacudia el jibe
A chan chan le daba pena.
Limpia el camino de paja
Que yo me qriero sentar
En aquel tronco que veo
Y asi no puedo llegar.
De alto cedro voy para marcane
Luego a cueto voy para mayari.
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Then, of course, I played alto and tenor, wherever there were jobs.
quote by Gerry Mulligan
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I don't know what I was trying to get out of a tenor - but it never really satisfied me until one day I picked up my alto and I said, ""Where have you been?"" and I said right here for now on!
quote by Jerome Richardson
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Thy timid love, a coquette dabbed shy
Thy timid love, a coquette dabbed shy
Thy blue animates, thy emerald jewel
Which plays its color in both thy eye
To the heart of love, of a love named fool
The man I call myself for loving you
With all my sense I follow thy trance
A kaleidoscope of color, my love pursue
Thy eyes that move, thy eyes that dance
But so coy, so tender, so shy, thou art
Never loved, like thy love should be
A vivid beauty shielding a hidden heart
I can see beauty but I cannot find thee
Disclosed behind a veil of blue and green
The shy love of beautiful eyes love's majestic queen.
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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Seeds of Peace Were Planted
Serious, Noble Eyes
Color of the Earth - color of Mystery-
Color of Simplicity and gorgeous
human Dignity
From the dirty purity of this color
Sprouts the Green; Color of Life
-Color of innocence
Color of FREEDOM
Gandhi - He looked upon the world
each stranger, his Brother
-Gazed across Continents
and into the Sun(rise)
knowing the wise way of fighting
by NOT FIGHTING...
With round, contemplative skull
he captured suffering
and shook it lose
turned it upside down
until pieces of Hope, Dignity,
and even pieces of Peace
fell out onto the ground
-Seeds of Peace were planted
planted within his very eyes-
And with the nourishment
of Time, India's Spring of Joy,
Spring of Victory...blossomed
-and the whole world
could smell the flowers.
poem by Ray Quesada
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So I played alto for quite a while until I saved up the money for the baritone.
quote by Gerry Mulligan
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Aquel Romance
Si una cancin
Habla de amor
Cierto temor me hizo olvidar
El tiempo que fue
La llama que ardi
Fue felicidad que no nos dur
Por eso hoy quiero recordar lo que pas
Quiero revivir aqu en mi corazn
Aquel romance de los
Dos
El dijo que s
Y yo dije no
En contra de mis
Sentimientos de amor
Mi fuerza cedi ante su pasin
Mi mente vol ms alto que el sol
Por eso hoy quiero recordar lo que pas
Quiero revivir aqu en mi corazn
Aquel romance de los dos
Aquel romance de los dos
Mi fuerza cedi ante su pasin
Mi mente vol ms alto que el sol
Ta, na, na, na....
Aquel romance de los dos
song performed by by Gloria Estefan
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I was born in Palo Alto, California in 1961.
quote by Eric Allin Cornell
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Mannahatta
I WAS asking for something specific and perfect for my city,
Whereupon, lo! upsprang the aboriginal name!
Now I see what there is in a name, a word, liquid, sane, unruly,
musical, self-sufficient;
I see that the word of my city is that word up there,
Because I see that word nested in nests of water-bays, superb, with
tall and wonderful spires,
Rich, hemm'd thick all around with sailships and steamships--an
island sixteen miles long, solid-founded,
Numberless crowded streets--high growths of iron, slender, strong,
light, splendidly uprising toward clear skies;
Tide swift and ample, well-loved by me, toward sundown,
The flowing sea-currents, the little islands, larger adjoining
islands, the heights, the villas,
The countless masts, the white shore-steamers, the lighters, the
ferry-boats, the black sea-steamers well-model'd; 10
The down-town streets, the jobbers' houses of business--the houses of
business of the ship-merchants, and money-brokers--the river-
streets;
Immigrants arriving, fifteen or twenty thousand in a week;
The carts hauling goods--the manly race of drivers of horses--the
brown-faced sailors;
The summer air, the bright sun shining, and the sailing clouds aloft;
The winter snows, the sleigh-bells--the broken ice in the river,
passing along, up or down, with the flood tide or ebb-tide;
The mechanics of the city, the masters, well-form'd, beautiful-faced,
looking you straight in the eyes;
Trottoirs throng'd--vehicles--Broadway--the women--the shops and
shows,
The parades, processions, bugles playing, flags flying, drums
beating;
A million people--manners free and superb--open voices--hospitality--
the most courageous and friendly young men;
The free city! no slaves! no owners of slaves! 20
The beautiful city, the city of hurried and sparkling waters! the
city of spires and masts!
The city nested in bays! my city!
The city of such women, I am mad to be with them! I will return after
death to be with them!
The city of such young men, I swear I cannot live happy, without I
often go talk, walk, eat, drink, sleep, with them!
poem by Walt Whitman
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Only the French, I guess, really use tenor and alto to any great extent in the orchestra.
quote by Gerry Mulligan
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The baritone can serve functions that the alto and tenor cannot, in orchestral voicing.
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~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
~ Mellifluent Universe is Waiting Still! ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
3 August 2010
Supernal ~ Alto
Celestial ~ Contralto
Stellar ~ Euphony
Soprano ~ Showering
Sonata ~ Subliming.
O’ humans
In delectation delight
Douse souse dowse
In Musical Mellifluent
Fest fete fiesta of Universe.
Wash flush balm salve
Blemishes blues
Bruised blisters
In troubadour’s jongleur
Of mellisonant shower.
Hey mortal being
Enjoy rhapsodic
Rapturous ecstatic
Escalation levitation
Imbue in immortality
In synchrony symphonious
Flowething Music of Silence
Melody attired sky of your heart.
Mellifluent Universe Is Waiting Still!
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
[1] Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice
[2] Troubadour ~ Lyric on country love [by medieval French poet]
[3] Jongleur ~ An itinerant minstrel
~~
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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India
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a pauper bereft of spiritual vision
Looking for a guru such a decision
India, India, India
Clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
I'm a conscious consumer
but there's nothing to consume
Lotus flowers are still in bloom in
India, India, India
India, India, clarified butter from the holy cow
India, India, India
India, India
India, India
song performed by by X-Ray Spex
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India What Will You Teach This World?
India a continent old trade vast
India rich in philosophy religions
India steeped in ancient traditions
India a wealth of diverse cultures
India wisdom weeps crosses centuries
India you are supposed to be proud
India you are supposed to share
India your heritage with lost world
India you are supposed to share
Wisdom a covet west has forsaken
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I remember once, when I started writing for the alto saxophone, a saxophonist told me to think of it as being like a cross between an oboe and a viola, but louder.
quote by Gavin Bryars
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Cry Nature's Angel, Cry
Thine opal eyes weep sparkling tears
Pervading the petals of a violet anemone
Forming stars of dew, as old as years
Thy twin beauty, the new Gemini
Untrammeled by the indifference of snow
Superb in vitality of color's soul
Thy purple heart of harmony glow
Surpassing nature and her earth whole
Vivid thy grow to my imagination
Into a realm, an illustrious glory
Undisturbed, like an magic fascination
Thy beauty tells all love's story
Thy opal eyes weep into dew
Preserving color and beauty
through and through
Cry nature's angel, cry
poem by Kevin Michael Murphy
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~ Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others [SO4] ~
~ Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others [SO4] ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
26 July 26,2010
I’m in my own I
Phew whew scrap trash
Mega bytes of biblios audios visuals
Pouring every millisecond
From all comers luring
Strange and uncalled for
And unforced for!
Why be prey to that?
As I wish I’ll be
Sociable but
Why be Socialite? ~ Lol!
Why elude equate in
Plus minuses of calories
Curves crevices pop outs
Vital stat to satiate others’
My oomph appeal by
Lingerie lulu ~ sucks up ~ lololuuud?
Socialites personages
Of Page Three
Party animals nocturnals
Stay boozed binged in
Satiating their un-fillable bulimia
For libido lucre gloss glitter!
I’m no petite Page Three
But nonpareil Page A~One
I’m happy with e’er full
Innate richness of my
Ace alto audio of abode ~
Stop Opiumed by Opinions Of Others.
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Glossary with humility I’m giving what I tried to express:
Alto ~ The pitch range of the lowest female voice
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poem by Ms. Nivedita Bagchi Spc. Uk.
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Palo Alto
James Franco, Emma Roberts, Val Kilmer, Nat Wolff, Chris Messina, Christian Madsen, Colleen Camp, Keegan Allen
by Gia Coppola from Palo Alto (2013)
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Talk To Her
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Don't get smart
But I have a heart to heart
and just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's sister
She's somebody's mama
Now when you go to her
Speak truthfully
Honest as you can be from your heart
You're in a situation
But you're losing patience
Take your time and look her in the eyes
When you just can't find the words you want
And it's hard to reach a point
Where you both can understand
Don't just tell the truth
But tell the whole truth
It'll make a better man out of you
When you talk to her talk to her
Like it was somebody else
Talk to your mama
Don't get smart
But I have a heart to heart
and just like you would
Would you doubt us
Cause everything you do or say
You got to live with everyday
She's somebody's baby
She's somebody's sister
She's somebody's mama
He doesn't matter if
She's wearing mini skirt or business suit
Whether she's twenty-five or ninety-nine
Treat her the way your mama talked you to
She could be the queen shieber
song performed by by India.Arie from Voyage To India
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Lovely To Look At
The elegant lady who felt like a queen
was lovely to look at,
lovely when seen.
People adored her wherever she went.
She received all complements
when ere they were sent
with dignity and propiety
for all that it meant.
It meant she was loved.
It meant she understood.
that she was loved. She was loved
but not by the one that she did love.
He was not aware of her.
She waited for him to notice her
and her wait was terribly long.
She did not understand this dilemma.
What was it that was wrong?
Finally after many long years
her beauty was a thing of the past.
The one she loved for so many years
came to her at last.
Why now when my beauty is gone?
Why do you love me now?
His answer was not what she expected.
'For I feel I am worthy somehow.
To approach you before did not seem right
though your beauty astounded me
from the very first sight.
Your beauty stayed with me.
It will never depart.
And now my love, I offer my heart.'
The beautiful elegant lady
gasped as she held out her hand.
She was loved. She was loved
by the one she loved
and the feeling was oh so grand.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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