All the people at this party They've got a lot of style They've got stamps of many countries They've got passport smiles Some are friendly Some are cutting Some are watching it from the wings Some are standing in the centre Giving to get something
Photo Beauty gets attention Then her eye paint's running down She's got a rose in her teeth And a lampshade crown One minute she's so happy Then she's crying on someone's knee Saying laughing and crying You know it's the same release
I told you when I met you I was crazy Cry for us all Beauty Cry for Eddie in the corner Thinking he's nobody And Jack behind his joker And stone-cold Grace behind her fan And me in my frightened silence Thinking I don't understand
I feel like I'm sleeping Can you wake me You seem to have a broader sensibility I'm just living on nerves and feelings With a weak and a lazy mind And coming to peoples parties Fumbling deaf dumb and blind
I wish I had more sense ot humor Keeping the sadness at bay Throwing the lightness on these things Laughing it all away Laughing it alI away Laughing it all away
Loose hearted lady Sleepy was she Love for the devil Brought her to me Seeds of a thousand Drawn to her sin Seasons of whither Holdin me in
Oh woe is me I feel so badly for you Oh woe is me I feel so sadly for you in time Bound to lose your mind Live on borrowed time Take the wind right out of your sails
Fireflies dance in the heat of Hound dogs bay at the moon My ship leaves in the midnight Cant say Ill be back too soon They awaken Heat of my candle Show me the wy Seeds of a thousand Drawn to her sin Seasons of whither Holdin me in
Oh woe is me I feel so badly for you Oh woe is me I feel so sadly for you in time Bound to lose your mind Live on borrowed time Take the wind right out of your sails
I just love Steven Tyler's voice....he makes this song so beautiful and soulful
Busted flat in baton rouge, headin for the trains, Feelin nearly faded as my jeans. Bobby thumbed a diesel down just before it rained, Took us all the way to new orleans. Took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandana And was blowin sad while bobby sang the blues, With them windshield wipers slappin time and Bobby clappin hands we finally sang up every song That driver knew.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose, And nothin aint worth nothin but its free, Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me, Good enough for me and my bobby mcgee.
From the coalmines of kentucky to the california sun, Bobby shared the secrets of my soul, Standin right beside me through everythin I done, And every night she kept me from the cold. The somewhere near salinas, lord, I let her slip away, She was lookin for the love I hope shell find, Well Id trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday, Holdin bobbys body close to mine.
Freedoms just another word for nothin left to lose, And nothin left was all she left to me, Feelin good was easy, lord, when bobby sang the blues, And buddy, that was good enough for me. Good enough for me and bobby mcgee.
I close my eyes Only for a moment, then the moment's gone All my dreams Pass before my eyes, a curiosity Dust in the wind All they are is dust in the wind
Same old song Just a drop of water in an endless sea All we do Crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind, ohh
Now, don't hang on Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky It slips away And all your money won't another minute buy Dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind All we are is dust in the wind
Dust in the wind Everything is dust in the wind Everything is dust in the wind The wind
Owner Of A Lonely Heart** Rabin/Anderson/Squire/Horn
Move yourself You always live your life Never thinking of the future Prove yourself You are the move you make Take your chances win or loser
See yourself You are the steps you take You and you - and that's the only way
Shake - shake yourself You're every move you make So the story goes
Owner of a lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart Much better than - a Owner of a broken heart Owner of a lonely heart
Say - you don't want to chance it You've been hurt so before
Watch it now The eagle in the sky How he dancin' one and only You - lose yourself No not for pity's sake There's no real reason to be lonely Be yourself Give your free will a chance You've got to want to succeed
Owner of a lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart Much better than - a Owner of a broken heart Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
After my own decision They confused me so My love said never question your will at all In the end you've got to go Look before you leap And don't you hesitate at all - no no Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart Owner of a lonely heart Much better than - a Owner of a broken heart Owner of a lonely heart (repeat)
Owner of a lonely heart
Sooner or later each conclusion Will decide the lonely heart It will excite it will delight It will give a better start
Owner of a lonely heart
Owner of a lonely heart
Don't deceive your free will at all Don't deceive your free will at all Don't deceive your free will at all Just receive it
cutelildevilsmomportsmouth, New Hampshire USA7,772 posts
Crazy, but that's how it goes Millions of people living as foes Maybe it's not to late To learn how to love And forget how to hate
Mental wounds not healing Life's a bitter shame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I've listened to preachers I've listened to fools I've watched all the dropouts Who make their own rules One person conditioned to rule and control The media sells it and you have the role
Mental wounds still screaming Driving me insane I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I know that things are going wrong for me You gotta listen to my words Yeh-h
Heirs of a cold war That's what we've become Inheriting troubles i'm mentally numb Crazy, i just cannot bear I'm living with something that just isn't fair
Mental wounds not healing Who and what's to blame I'm going off the rails on a crazy train crazy train..ozzy!!
On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair Warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air Up ahead in the distance, I saw shimmering light My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim I had to stop for the night There she stood in the doorway; I heard the mission bell And I was thinking to myself, 'This could be Heaven or this could be Hell' Then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California Any time of year (Any time of year) You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat. Some dance to remember, some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine' He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty nine' And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say...
Welcome to the Hotel California Such a lovely place (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They livin' it up at the Hotel California What a nice surprise (what a nice surprise) Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice And she said 'We are all just prisoners here, of our own device' And in the master's chambers, They gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives, But they just can't kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was Running for the door I had to find the passage back To the place I was before 'Relax,' said the night man, 'We are programmed to receive. You can check-out any time you like, But you can never leave!'
Well, if you ever change your mind, just let me know. I was shocked when I ask the folks in the area. For some strange reason they have seen many people walk in, but never seen people walk out of that place. Strange huh?
walking distance from that Plaza I was telling you about.
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The Toccata and Fugue in F Major, BWV 540 is an organ work written by J.S. Bach. The toccata is thought to be written after 1714, and the fugue before 1731. It is thought by some that Bach joined together two previously separate pieces to create this work. Contents
* 1 Score o 1.1 Toccata o 1.2 Fugue * 2 See also * 3 External links
Score
Toccata
The toccata starts with a large linear canon over a pedal point in F major. It is than followed by a pedal solo vamping material from the canon. The canon is reiterated with some variations in the dominant in C major. This is again followed by a long pedal solo. The two large flourishes cover 98 measures of the composition. The pedal solo cover 58 measures. The concerto movement exhibits a seven-part structure. The canons and pedal solos effect the departure from the home key of F to the dominant C, and the entire rest of the movement, with its concertante 3-part imitation and striking "proto-waltzes", constitute the harmonic return. This formal pattern is unique within Bach's œuvre. Bach has even included his own family name within the music: at one point in the pedal part may be successively found the notes (in the German language, on the first beat of four consecutive bars) B - A - C - H. In English, these notes are B flat, A, C and B natural. Rightly so Hermann Keller expresses his rapture as follows: " At the beginning the extensive linear construction of the two voices in canon, the proud calmness of the solos in the pedal, the piercing chord strokes, the fiery upswing of the second subject, the bold modulatory shifts, the inwardness of the three minor movements, the splendour of the end with the famous third inversion of the seventh chord, who would not be enthralled by that?" Because of the range of the pedal parts, the organ at Weißenfels, with a pedal compass of f1, may be the organ the composition was written on. The Toccata (as a prelude) is proportionally the largest of all Bach's works in the format of prelude-fugue. It is often treated as a show piece, with the ensuing fugue omitted. The Toccata's rhythmic signiature suggests a passepied or a musette, although the monumental scale of the movement does not support these characterizations. Nor does the harmonic adventurousness: 45 measures after the second pedal solo there is a dominant chord which resolves deceptively to the third-inversion dominant applied to the neapolitan. In particular, the doubled root is found to move outward in contrary chromatic motion to a major 9th; in the bass is a descending augmented unison, which absolutely could not be farther from the expected fifth. Bach implements this powerful deceptive cadence three times in the piece; it would not become idiomatic until Chopin and Tchaikovsky. (see below)
Fugue
The double fugue is not well-known. The first subject in the fugue is chromatic and ornamental. The second subject has a lot of modulation shifts and is sometimes is initially presented as the counter-subject of the first. The Fugue is Bach's only thorough-going double fugue, where two subjects are exposed in separate sections and then combined to produce enhanced by the increasing rhythmic activity of the second subject and by the more frequent use of modulation in the final section of the fugue. The bravura of the F-Major toccata, with its pedal solos and manual virtuosity, contrasts sharply with the rather sober opening of the Fugue. Both represent two diverse aspects of Italian influence: the motoric rhythms and sequential passagework of the Toccata, and the traditional alla breve counterpoint of the Fugue, with its chromaticism, harmonic suspensions, and uninterrupted succession of subjects and answers.
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me? For I must be travelling on, now, There's too many places I haven't seen And if I stayed here with you, now Things just wouldn't be the same Well I'm as free as a bird now, And a bird you can not change. And a bird you can not change. And a bird you can not change. Lord knows I can't change
Bye, bye, its been a sweet love. And though this feeling I can't change. Please don't take it badly, The Lord knows I'm to blame. And, if I stayed here with you now Things just wouldn't be the same. For I'm as free as a bird now, And this bird you'll never change. And the bird you can not change. And the bird you can not change. Lord knows, I can't change. Lord help me, I can't change.
HarleyquinnBetwixt the stix, Illinois USA1,707 posts
That's my favorite album of Joni Mitchell's, though I love most of her's.
The Moody Blues are incredible also!
You thought the leaden winter would bring you down forever, But you rode upon a steamer to the violence of the sun. And the colours of the sea bind your eyes with trembling mermaids, And you touch the distant sands with tales of brave Ulysses, How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing, For the sparkling waves are calling you to kiss their white laced lips. And you see a girl's brown body dancing through the turquoise, And her footprints make you follow where the sky loves the sea. And when your fingers find her, she drowns you in her body, Carving deep blue ripples in the tissues of your mind.
Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter. Her name is Aphrodite and she rides a crimson shell, And you know you cannot leave her For you touched the distant sands with tales of brave Ulysses, How his naked ears were tortured by the sirens sweetly singing. Tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers, And you want to take her with you to the hard land of the winter.
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They've got a lot of style
They've got stamps of many countries
They've got passport smiles
Some are friendly
Some are cutting
Some are watching it from the wings
Some are standing in the centre
Giving to get something
Photo Beauty gets attention
Then her eye paint's running down
She's got a rose in her teeth
And a lampshade crown
One minute she's so happy
Then she's crying on someone's knee
Saying laughing and crying
You know it's the same release
I told you when I met you
I was crazy
Cry for us all Beauty
Cry for Eddie in the corner
Thinking he's nobody
And Jack behind his joker
And stone-cold Grace behind her fan
And me in my frightened silence
Thinking I don't understand
I feel like I'm sleeping
Can you wake me
You seem to have a broader sensibility
I'm just living on nerves and feelings
With a weak and a lazy mind
And coming to peoples parties
Fumbling deaf dumb and blind
I wish I had more sense ot humor
Keeping the sadness at bay
Throwing the lightness on these things
Laughing it all away
Laughing it alI away
Laughing it all away
joni mitchell