Quotes about tuning, page 2
0027 Dreaming truth
Imagine yourself -
yourself, to imagine –
this dream; dream
this imaging:
the water’s so far, far below
it’s beyond this dark imagining, this dream;
all your attention is required
by this rope bridge,
swayed by nature to some immediate, vibrating laws
of this way, that way, more complex
than steel or concrete bear in mind –
five lines of rope, that’s all,
bound from time to time
but only every few and fearful steps
so that they do not part
unless you tread without remembering
all five of them; toe, heel, as you place your foot…
and now it seems, in the illogical
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poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Saxophone Song
Youll find me in a berlin bar,
In a corner brooding.
You know that I go very quiet
When Im listening to you.
Theres something very special indeed,
In all the places where Ive seen you shine, boy.
Theres something very real in how I feel, honey.
Its in me.
Its in me,
And you know its for real.
Tuning in on your saxophone.
Doo-bee-doo-bee-doo...
The candle burning over your shoulder is throwing
Shadows on your saxophone, a surly lady in tremor.
The stars that climb from her bowels,
Those stars make towers on vowels.
Youll never know that you had all of me.
Youll never know the poetry youve stirred in me.
Of all the stars Ive seen that shine so brightly,
Ive never known or felt in myself so rightly,
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song performed by Kate Bush
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Ufo Has Landed In The Ghetto
(ry cooder & jim keltner)
Lonesome outerspace invader blasting through the night
Tuning in the soul music on the satellite
All that low-down funky rhythm makes him jump and shout
Just got to find that ghetto planet that everyones talkin about
Tuning in the local scene on the radio
The d.j. on the radar screen is telling him where to go
The funky fevers getting louder, sounds just like a soul encounter
Cruisin for some bar-b-que right up central avenue
And hes got a little dance he wants to do
He pulls up to a big night club in his ufo
Gets right in with all the folks out on the big dance floor
It really stops the action, everybodys mystified
To see that little step hes got as he goes glidin by
Now, he aint doin the gigolo cause he aint got no hips
Looks like the funky chicken man, cept he aint got no hips
Those shiny metal threads hes wearin really got some class
Id say he was doin the bomp, but I cant seem to find his ass
Now, everybody fall in love
Hes reet, hes neat, he cant be beat
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song performed by Ry Cooder
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Experience Week Song
Saturday morning experience week
Im so nervous I can hardly speak
Arrive at cluny hill half past ten
Almost turned and went home again
Yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room
Felt like she was consigning me to my doom
What am I doing here? whats going on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Heres comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
Wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group after lunch
What a strange and motley bunch
What a strange and motley bunch
Come sunday morning, Im feeling bad
Enjoyed the dancing but now Im sad
Things feel different dont know why
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Feeling lonely, want to cry
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song performed by Waterboys
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Experience Week Song
Saturday morning experience week
Im so nervous I can hardly speak
Arrive at cluny hill half past ten
Almost turned and went home again
Yes, I almost turned and went home again
My focaliser showed me my room
Felt like she was consigning me to my doom
What am I doing here? whats going on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Who are these people? what are they on?
Heres comes my roommate, he sure looks weird
Wild black hair and a big fuzzy beard
I met the rest of the group after lunch
What a strange and motley bunch
What a strange and motley bunch
Come sunday morning, Im feeling bad
Enjoyed the dancing but now Im sad
Things feel different dont know why
Feeling lonely, want to cry
Feeling lonely, want to cry
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song performed by Waterboys
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Most of the model consolidation we've done is behind us. There will be some fine tuning.
quote by Rick Wagoner
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Turning towards
Tuning towards me
he said I am back
I was attacked
He said forward it
No body a head.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Mooning on spooning
bed tosses and turns, returns
ballooning dream tuning
haiku by Jonathan Robin (24 October 2006)
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Harpists spend 90 percent of their lives tuning their harps and 10 percent playing out of tune.
quote by Igor Stravinsky
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Fine Tuning
I have got some
more notes to sing
but when I talk to fast
I'll lose arrows
for my string,
they call it
fine tuning.
Madrason 16-08-2012
poem by Madrason writer
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