Maestro
Why is that guy back again to play the Flute?
He was among the French Horn players,
For many years.
Back then he was hotly pursued.
What is this all about?
The audience stirs with curiosity.
I admit...
I too am inquisitive.
'Perhaps it has all been orchestrated.
I've noticed this new 'maestro'...
Has a unique approach to sound.
And how that sound is produced.
He certainly uses that baton,
Like one no one has ever seen before.'
I've begun to notice,
How his footprint is being implemented...
Quite effectively.
To leave 'this' orchestration,
One to be forever remembered.
And with hardly any opposition.
What is the title of this new composition,
Arranged by this young maestro.
'Let The Sun Rise And Set Over Hawaii'
Interesting.
Very, very interesting.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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For me to go back and to play for audiences some of whom have been following me for thirty years and some who have found me in the last five or six years, that's really an interesting thing. I have an audience that goes from kids to seventy year olds.
quote by David Cassidy
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Maestro of Fiascoes
There is a culture of deceit,
They are trying to quickly fix!
Doing the best they can...
To erase their involvement with it!
A complete devastation,
Of their own way of life...
Has been blamed on terriorists.
Threatening to remove their values...
From their sight.
Never again to exist!
An orchestrated doom...
Created to initiate a one world rule.
And the infliction of fear,
Has been the ideal used.
As a failing infrastructure,
Threatens more than purported terrorists.
There are naturalized citizens...
Grieving over addicted beliefs.
With an insisted persistence.
And from them they can not retreat.
And the maestro of fiascoes...
Soon will hand his baton to another who will lead.
One who comes with common sense misunderstood.
Since a dumping of convenient conflicts...
Have been intended for the culprits responsible this,
To leave through an exit with ease!
Very foolish are their treason deeds.
To percieve a fleeing...
Will find them isolated free to enjoy,
A lifetime of peace.
Players like these will not on this Earth see!
Believing they have not been marked...
For mental haunting!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Hunter’s Song
RISE! Sleep no more! ’T is a noble morn:
The dews hang thick on the fringed thorn,
And the frost shrinks back, like a beaten hound,
Under the steaming, steaming ground.
Behold, where the billowy clouds flow by,
And leave us alone in the clear gray sky!
Our horses are ready and steady.—So, ho!
I ’m gone, like a dart from the Tartar’s bow.
Hark, hark!—Who calleth the maiden Morn
From her sleep in the woods and the stubble corn?
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, sweet ring of the hunter’s horn.
Now, thorough the copse, where the fox is found,
And over the stream, at a mighty bound,
And over the high lands, and over the low,
O’er furrows, o’er meadows, the hunters go!
Away!—as a hawk flies full at its prey,
So flieth the hunter, away,—away!
From the burst at the cover till set of sun,
When the red fox dies, and—the day is done!
Hark, hark!—What sound on the wind is borne?
’T is the conquering voice of the hunter’s horn.
The horn,—the horn!
The merry, bold voice of the hunter’s horn.
Sound! Sound the horn! To the hunter good
What ’s the gulley deep or the roaring flood?
Right over he bounds, as the wild stag bounds,
At the heels of his swift, sure, silent hounds.
O, what delight can a mortal lack,
When he once is firm on his horse’s back,
With his stirrups short, and his snaffle strong,
And the blast of the horn for his morning song?
Hark, hark!—Now, home! and dream till morn
Of the bold, sweet sound of the hunter’s horn!
The horn,—the horn!
O, the sound of all sounds is the hunter’s horn!
poem by Barry Cornwall
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The Sound Of The Atom Splitting
(lowe/tennant/lipson/horn)
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I hate you
I hate you
Nothing will ever be the same
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
Whenever i see you or your work
It makes me feel like spitting
What's that noise?
Oh that
We've been expecting it for ages
It's the sound of the atom splitting
He's a villain,
Him over there
With a stocking on his head
Look, there's another one
They call themselves pinheads
What's that noise over there?
Is it the corrogated iron they're hitting?
No, no, it's perfectly normal
It's just the sound of the atom splitting
Whose side are you on anyway?
Is that some kind of threat?
Well, i suppose it will have to do
As long as you don't make too much mess
And would the last person to leave
- once you all finish kissing -
Turn the video on to record
You never know what you're missing
Bread and circuses
And maybe later
The sound of the atom splitting
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
I hate you
I hate you
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
It's the sound
What's that noise?
Quiet at the back, please!
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Lonely Dancefloor
The Pangs of death
Shroud me in mystery
I am so lonely
Left to dance alone
as always as myself
And that's dangerous
Seeing the fangs
of loneliness To me
It's too much, So
I am ding inside
In my brain
and in my soul
it is like you see me
On A Lonely dancefloor
dancing to the maestro
of the sad Lonely music
that rings to blacken me
within my heart
the bells of loneliness toll
I am losing the will to live
I still dance alone, on the
Maestro's Lonely Dancefloor
at Least untill you save my
Lonely, heart and soul
A Sad sour Violin plays
with sour and sadding piano
song, The lonely Waltz is
Playing, until you save me
Get me out this lonely place
Or the Lonely sour Flute will play
I cry the moment this
sad symphony plays
The sad violins, Piano,
Flutes and Piccolos
Play the sting of lonely
defeat, I want you, Near me, when it does.
Get me out this music hall of sadness
And into the cheerful Lad of the living
Spare from the death of it all
My Heart and soul, forever more
I only want your friendship
So I may happily dance again/
poem by Ashleigh Leona Mellon
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Let's Get Back
Get back together aah
This is a very interesting situation
I sense a gradual loss of communication
Don't you think I can see you're changing on
me
You're heading into a completely new direction
And I am having trouble making the adaptation
Don't you think I can see you're changing on me
Let's get back together
Let's get back forever
Let's get back together
Let's get back
Let's get back together
Let's get back forever
Let's get back together
Let's get back
If I may be so bold by making a suggestion
Please ask yourself why you are making this
transition
Don't you think I can see
song performed by by No Doubt from No Doubt
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To A Woman That I Think I Know
tonight
i shall climb the old mango tree
that papa planted
when i was still too young
to understand
the fading of the moon
i shall cling to one of its strong branches
but due to my weight
it shall crack and given in and fall
i shall fall with it
straight to the mud hole
where papa's carabao
is wallowing
then i shall ride upon its back
hold its tail
and it shall run towards
a creek
where i shall plunge
and clean myself and
then rise
from its waters
and then i shall meet you again
and you shall tell me
how interesting things
have been
i shall ask from you
which has been so interesting?
is it me? or my falling?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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It's certainly more interesting for me as an actor, but I think it's also more interesting for the audience to see three-dimensional characters, rather than just a bad guy or a good guy.
quote by Nicholas Lea
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Hawaii
Do you wanna go
Straight to hawaii
(hawaii) hawaii (hawaii)
Straight to hawaii (hawaii, hawaii)
Oh do (honolulu, waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(do you wanna come along with me)
I heard about all the pretty girls
With their grass skirts down to their knees
All my life I wanted to see
The island called hawaii
Go to hawaii
(hawaii) hawaii (hawaii)
Straight to hawaii (hawaii, hawaii)
Oh do (honolulu, waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(do you wanna come along with me)
Now I dont know what town youre from
But dont tell me that they got bigger waves
Cause everyone that goes
Comes back with nothing but raves
Thats in hawaii
(hawaii) hawaii (hawaii)
Thats in hawaii (hawaii, hawaii)
Oh do (honolulu, waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(do you wanna come along with me)
And pretty soon this winter
Theyll hold the surfing championship of the year
Surfer guys and girls
Will be coming from far and near
Go to hawaii
(hawaii) hawaii (hawaii)
Go to hawaii (hawaii, hawaii)
Oh do (honolulu, waikiki) you wanna come along with me
(do you wanna come along with me)
And you now (honolulu, waikiki)
You wanna live hanah lee
(do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooo ooo (honolulu, waikiki)
Ooo ooo ooo (do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooo ooo (honolulu, waikiki)
Ooo ooo ooo (do you wanna come along with me)
Ooo ooooo (honolulu, waikiki)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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The misery of a child is interesting to a mother, the misery of a young man is interesting to a young woman, the misery of an old man is interesting to nobody.
quote by Eric Hoffer
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Flute Lads!
I flute the up and down of sun,
I flute the pallid moon,
I flute the rivers deep and wide
And down the merry tide.
I leave the rose so red
And pluck the lily white;
I flute upon my bed
And play into the night.
If I could flute forever
And play a merry tune,
Then I would know no sorrow
In April, May, and June.
So up and down the golden sun
And up the pallid moon,
Flute my lovely lads, flute,
In April, May, and June.
poem by Samuel Hardman
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Lets Get Back
Get back together aah
This is a very interesting situation
I sense a gradual loss of communication
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Youre heading into a completely new direction
And I am having trouble making the adaptation
Dont you think I can see youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
If I may be so bold by making a suggestion
Please ask yourself why you are making this transition
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
When I think back, we had a beautiful relationship
But I see the future, whats there for me is devastation from you
Dont you think I can see, youre changing on me
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Lets get back together
Lets get back forever
Lets get back together
Lets get back
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Back together, back together, back together, back together
Everytime I think of us I just want to make it how it was
Ah before we had much more
When I think of me and you I just cant believe that we are through
I cant ignore the fact you closed the door
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Dont you think I can see
Youre changing
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back
Get on back, get on back to
I wanna get back
song performed by by No Doubt
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To start your life as a character of 120 years when you are in your late thirties, and then go back in time about 20 years later to play the same character who is your own age then, its very complicated, but very interesting.
quote by Ian McDiarmid
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Because We Are Part Of These Mysterious States
to make you more interesting
(not just to myself but more of yourself)
i tell you something that you want to know
and you listen
and you like it and you begin to smile and
feel great about how i speak about you
because you are great and somehow you fail to see it
and never acknowledge it to yourself
before you sleep and at times when you see yourself
in front of the mirror and affirm
the reason why you are here because you pretend that you do not know it.
you are interesting and you belong with us all here
as we are interesting too
we feel the exclamations of our beings,
we are beyond the colors of the sea and the the land
and all that arise from them
we rise above them all
and we must confirm these phenomena of our
being what we must be.
tonight i will ask you some questions
and there will be no answers.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Jungle Bhoys
On the terracing at Parkhead we gather
Watching the Bhoys in green play,
we’ll sing you a song of the Celtic
And of the players who played down Parkhead’s way.
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
We’re the sound of the Paradise voice
Our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys
We’ve grown in our years with the Celtic
Raised on the history and pride
Wishing we could play for the Celtic
And wear the jersey of the old green & white
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
We’re the sound of the Paradise voice
Our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys
As we travel to the east end of Glasgow
Wearing our colours of green, white & gold,
We’ll celebrate and sing of the Celtic
Who live forever in our green and white soul.
Chorus
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
we’re the sound of the Paradise voice
our culture, we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys.
With our banners and flags of the Celtic
we’re the sound of the Paradise voice
our culture; we’ll bring back to Parkhead
Hail Hail to the bold Jungle Bhoys.
Nov’2005
poem by Daniel McDonagh
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Kona Coast
Its been my secret passion to try it
In captain cook fashion, I cant deny it
I want to spend my winters on the kona coast in hawaii
For years I saved my pennies and planned it
The great pacific ocean well span it
I wanna go surfin where I dig it the most, in hawaii
(go to hawaii)
Hawaiian islands beckon (hawaii)
And Ill be back here someday, I reckon
And pretty island girls greet you with a flower lei
Youll throw it back into the sea
Hopin you be comin back to hawaii
Suntanned beauties are everywhere
Lovely island ladies with long dark hair
Youre sure to find a honey waitin for you there in hawaii
Kani and wahini and wahowalis, too
Get a friendly aloha from this mecca to you
Theyre the friendliest people anywhere in hawaii
(go to hawaii)
Welcome to the island mecca. (hawaii)
Ill learn to talk like a local, I betcha
And at lahaina look out for shooting stars
Well watch them fall into the sea
And it will be just you and me in hawaii
Winter in the sun and surf would sure be nice
In a south sea garden of paradise
I wanna spend my summer on the kona coast in hawaii
(honolulu, waikiki, do you wanna come along with me? )
(waimia up to hanalai, love to take you to the islands today)
song performed by by Beach Boys
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I made a lot of different experiments with tapes at that time, until I finally realized around 1995, that sound is an interesting subject for me. Ever since then sound got more and more integrated into my art works, musically as well as physically.
Wait
Wait, for now.
Distrust everything, if you have to.
But trust the hours. Haven't they
carried you everywhere, up to now?
Personal events will become interesting again.
Hair will become interesting.
Pain will become interesting.
Buds that open out of season will become lovely again.
Second-hand gloves will become lovely again,
their memories are what give them
the need for other hands. And the desolation
of lovers is the same: that enormous emptiness
carved out of such tiny beings as we are
asks to be filled; the need
for the new love is faithfulness to the old.
Wait.
Don't go too early.
You're tired. But everyone's tired.
But no one is tired enough.
Only wait a while and listen.
Music of hair,
Music of pain,
music of looms weaving all our loves again.
Be there to hear it, it will be the only time,
most of all to hear,
the flute of your whole existence,
rehearsed by the sorrows, play itself into total exhaustion.
poem by Galway Kinnell
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It's interesting to leave a place, interesting even to think about it. Leaving reminds us of what we can part with and what we can't, then offers us something new to look forward to, to dream about.
quote by Richard Ford
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Interesting Drug
There are some bad people on the rise
There are some bad people on the rise
Theyre saving their own skins by
Ruining other peoples lives
Bad, bad people on the rise
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?
Young married couple in debt
- ever felt had ?
On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
Tell the truth - it really helped you
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why were only half-ashamed ?
Because enough is too much!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? can you blame us ?
On a government scheme
Designed to kill your dream
Oh mum, oh dad
Once poor, always poor
La la la la la
Interesting drug
The one that you took
Tell the truth - it really helped you
An interesting drug
The one that you took
God, it really really helped you
You wonder why were only half-ashamed ?
Because enough is too much!
...and look around ...
...can you blame us ? can you blame us ?
song performed by by Morrissey
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