My favourite notes are vanilla, Sambac jasmin, gaiac wood.
quote by Geoffrey Nejman
Submitted by Micheleflowerbomb
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My favourite notes are vetiver, rose, wood, caramel, amber.
quote by Martine Micallef
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Smooth Interlude
Written by: vanilla ice, zero, tha hit men
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc., bmi.
Background vocals (rap) by: vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice and zero
Synchclavier engineer: rober wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous sound studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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A Melody In Eternity 4.29.2009
Without a new book to hold my mind and
focus my thoughts, I’m at a loose end to-
night; started singing my favourite songs
in intervals of thirds or sixes; delighted by
the vibration felt right through my being
I sometimes cry over the loss of song in
my life; I never dissolve into a song any-
more; still cherishing the melodies that
used to drive me to tears when I was
small – I SHALL become a song
A melody playing in eternity, my song shall
include all the notes from high soprano to
low bass, I shall feel the joy reverberate
through all of me until the only thing left
is the song - nothing else
Holds the same enchantment; to become
my favourite song, crying with the notes
of the sweetest melody, is my
favourite fantasy....
poem by Margaret Alice
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Vanilla Sky
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
Unbearable or great
You gotta love every hour, you must appreciate
This is your time
This is your day
Youve got it all
Dont blow it away
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
Melted tinbeads cast your fortune in a glass of wine
Snail or fish, balloon or dolphin, see yourself shine
This is your time
This is your day
Youve got it all
Dont blow it away
The chef prepares a special menu for your delight, oh my
Tonight you fly so high up in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla, in the vanilla, in the vanilla sky
In the vanilla sky
song performed by by Paul McCartney
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Get Em Now
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Vocals: deedee harris
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Bass: mike daane
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Live Intro
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Talkbox: jeffrey smith
Bass: mike daane
Drums: davis bickston
Guitar: andy timmons
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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In Your Room
In your room
Where time stands still
Or moves at your will
Will you let the morning come soon
Or will you leave me lying here
In your favourite darkness
Your favourite half-light
Your favourite consciousness
Your favourite slave
In your room
Where souls disappear
Only you exist here
Will you lead me to your armchair
Or leave me lying here
Your favourite innocence
Your favourite prize
Your favourite smile
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
In your room
Your burning eyes
Cause flames to arise
Will you let the fire die down soon
Or will I always be here
Your favourite passion
Your favourite game
Your favourite mirror
Your favourite slave
I'm hanging on your words
living on your breath
feeling with your skin
Will I always be here
song performed by by Zeraphine
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Chocolate And Vanilla Swirl
When I was a child
I spoke, thought, reasoned as a child
My favorite treat on a hot summer day
Was a chocolate vanilla ice cream swirl
I'd have it for every meal if I had my way.
When I became a women
Grown and mature
I put aside all childish things
Everything but my love
For chocolate vanilla swirl
My only indulgence to my inner girl.
Not so very long ago
That swirl of chocolate and vanilla
Melded in a way I'd never dreamed of
Ice melted by fire
Our trust and desire
Sweetly blended
Bodies so entwined
It couldn't be said
Where we began or ended.
Looking back at our time together
The years have flown by in a whirl
As we allowed our indulgence
To lose ourselves
In the sweetness of our
Chocolate and vanilla swirl.
I hope there is forever
In this special connection
Of this chocolate boy and vanilla girl.
poem by Esther Brush
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Through The Wood
THROUGH the wood, the green wood, the wet wood, the light wood,
Love and I went maying a thousand lives ago;
Shafts of golden sunlight had made a golden bright wood
In my heart reflected, because I loved you so.
Through the wood, the chill wood, the brown wood, the bare wood,
I alone went lonely no later than last year,
What had thinned the branches, and wrecked my dear and fair wood,
Killed the pale wild roses and left the rose-thorns sere?
Through the wood, the dead wood, the sad wood, the lone wood,
Winds of winter shiver through lichens old and grey,
You ride past forgetting the wood that was our own wood
All our own--and withered as ever a flower of May.
poem by Edith Nesbit
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What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon?
What if a hummingbird could emerge from a cocoon
fully formed
and clingling
to a vanilla plant
its wet body slowly opening
in the heat of the flower garden?
And has anyone noticed
that birds as they depart
their flapping sounds
almost like a paper bag being opened?
The hummingbird clearly, though,
sounds like a hum
whose tiny wings
pressed together at 25 beats per second
is blessed by being the only bird to be able to fly backwards
and one that could be
the smallest fan in the world
The humidity of the weather
evaporates the head notes of her perfume
leaving the heart note to open next
she considers all this
including the world's smallest fan
and believes that if it hovered around her neckline
close to her
the strange bird would have wings
cooling to her
and misty to the bird
as it paddled the air
and was covered so slightly
in the scent of Japanese Eau de Parfum
not to mention
vanilla
poem by Eli Spivakovsky
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Choppin' Wood
(Van Morrison)
You wired the trains and went back home to St. Claire's shores
Before you became a spark down at the yard
You were passing through those hungry years alone
You were just trying to make a living out in Detroit
When you came back off the boats you didn't want to go anywhere
You sit down to TV in your favourite chair
You watch the big picture fade away down at Harland and Wolff
But you still kept on choppin' wood
And you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
You lived your life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
Well the spark was gone but you carried on
You always did the best you could
You sent for us once but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood choppin' wood
Well you came back home to Belfast
So you could be with us like
And you lived a life of quiet desperation on the side
Going to the shipyard in the morning on your bike
WeIl the spark was gone but you carried on
Well you did just the best that you could
You sent for us one time but everything fell through
But you still kept on choppin' wood
Kept on choppin'wood
Kept on choppin' wood
Local man chops wood
You know you did the best you could
Well everything just fell through
Kept on choppin' wood
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, chop, chop,
Chop, chop, chop, keep on choppin'
Chop, chop, chop, choppin' wood
song performed by by Van Morrison
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Unforgettable In Your Ear
There are notes in music
that take you high.
And notes that take you low.
When you listen to the notes of music
you never know where you'll go.
Within one song the notes you hear
affect how you will feel.
A plaintive melody might make you sad
or remind you of your pain.
But all of that can change in a minute
as you feel your emotions drain.
Uplifting notes can bring to you
a few moments of ecstatic peace.
Each inspiring strain can take you where
you are able to release
whatever it was that was troubling you,
erase it for a minute or two.
These notes are magic and so is life.
They're there and then they're not.
They're a gift to you from composers
that plant a forget-me-not.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Veery
THE MOONBEAMS over Arno’s vale in silver flood were pouring,
When first I heard the nightingale a long-lost love deploring.
So passionate, so full of pain, it sounded strange and eerie;
I longed to hear a simpler strain,—the wood-notes of the veery.
The laverock sings a bonny lay above the Scottish heather;
It sprinkles down from far away like light and love together;
He drops the golden notes to greet his brooding mate, his dearie;
I only know one song more sweet,—the vespers of the veery.
In English gardens, green and bright and full of fruity treasure,
I heard the blackbird with delight repeat his merry measure:
The ballad was a pleasant one, the tune was loud and cheery,
And yet, with every setting sun, I listened for the veery.
But far away, and far away, the tawny thrush is singing;
New England woods, at close of day, with that clear chant are ringing:
And when my light of life is low, and heart and flesh are weary,
I fain would hear, before I go, the wood-notes of the veery.
poem by Henry Van Dyke
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Sea-Saw (more writing fun)
If I saw a wood boat afloat
Upon the sea,
Would what I see possibly be
The wood I cut from a tree?
For when I saw a tree
I would like to think I see,
What the wood I saw
Could be.
If all I saw in wood from a tree
Was all I saw that there was to see,
Would what I did saw
Be the wood that I now see?
And if the wood I once did saw
Was indeed made into that ship on the sea,
Would it even be possible to know that here what I see
Is the wood once sawed by me?
All I here would dare to share is:
I see what I saw, and I saw what I see,
And therefore the wood I do saw could one day be
The boat I may see, afloat upon the sea.
See?
poem by Smoky Hoss
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I go to my favourite tournament, I talk about my favourite sport and it's just a great month of parading.
quote by Boris Becker
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hitem Hard
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown
Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that moneys wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An let em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
Im gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought Id fade, well ya did wrong.
Im the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Hitem Hard
Written by: vanilla ice, tha hit men, darryl delite
Allamby, zero
Produced by: vanilla ice & zero
Published by: ice baby music, inc., dj zero music, inc.,
Oliver and cooley music publishing, bmi.
Keyboards: darryl delite allamby
Background vocals (rap): vanilla ice
Mix by: vanilla ice
Synchclavier engineer: robert wechsler
Recorded & mixed at luminous studios, inc.
Here comes the lyrical breakdown,
Move out the way punk, and take a seat clown,
Its the ice man slicin, dicin.
Hittin like tyson.
So listen to the rhythm I givin em,
My lyrics got the impact of a mac truck
When Im sendin em
Yo, my funky rhymes flow,
Kickin it like psycho
And Im exploding like nitro-glis,
Coming like a hurricane bliss,
Straight sacking the track like a quarterback
My man zero is back with a killer slice,
Im blowin up the mic,
Ya damn right, vanilla ice
With twice the punch,
I put the crunch on marky
And take the funky out of his bunch.
I hit the home run
You got to third base, son.
Im in first place,
Take a seat clown for the beatdown.
Uh, tonights the night of the big fight,
With the mic in my hand I got the grip tights.
Ready to swing it like a louisville slugger,
Right at the head of a sucka,
Crack home run.
How did it feel to have the mic hit ya dome, son? uh!
I tried to make your head ring like a church bell.
I put it on ya hard
Ill make ya hurt well,
Cuz you fell into my booby traps
No more good vibrations,
Im tired of your boots raps,
So I eat ya like scooby snacks,
An maybe roll you like a zig zag
Or smoke you like a hootie mac,
You did what I did,
So youre gonna lose kid,
Cuz to me youre still a new kid on the block
Get off my jock,
Get off my diznok
Before you get dropped
For the beatdown
Yeh, this is the last verse,
Should I say the last round.
And its time I knock out another class clown.
Sit down and take notes
As vanilla kicks ballistics withdope lyrics,
Oh waht a pity, though
Cuz ya had to spend three million dollars on your video.
It was video and I can admit that,
All that moneys wasted cuz your songs wacked,
I make stuff to make the people gather.
An let em see us in a pit,
I wanna slam dance with ya, hammer.
Now can I kick it, of course I can.
Yo, you will get burned out, then turned out.
Im gonna keep comin stong, song after song,
Ya thought Id fade, well ya did wrong.
Im the imperial threat for this sound fools.
Ha ha, here comes the lyrical beatdown.
song performed by by Vanilla Ice
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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I have lots of favourite memories but I can't say that I have a favourite film.
quote by John Hurt
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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Porcupine Pie
Porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Vanilla soup, a double scoop please
No, maybe I wont, maybe I wont, maybe I will
The tutti fruit with fruity blue cheese
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
Dont let it get on your jeans
And though it sounds a little strange
Well, you gotta eat it with gloves
Or your hands will turn green
Ah, but porcupine pie, porcupine pie, porcupine pie
It weaves its web from a drink
And I do believe Im gonna get one
Vanilla ? ? ? for dessert chicken ripple ice cream
song performed by by Neil Diamond
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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From Your Favorite Sky
Do you dare
Take a breathe
Do you dream of a tragic death
I know you do
Do you wail
Do you weap
Do you sing yourself to sleep
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You were born
Forth from joy
You're every girl and boy
You know you are, you know you are
And you dress
Like a dame
And you burn on a catholic flame
By the hours, by the hours
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
You possess
S'avoir faire
Put cheap bleach on your hair
You know you do, you know you do
Do you dare
Take a breath
Do you dream of a tragic death
You delicate flower
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
And so what is love?
And who am I?
To dare to pull the stars from your favourite sky
From your favourite sky
song performed by by I Am Kloot
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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