write.
sing.
play.
"a new dialogue" ep available here"
see also
.. FUR PATROL
below is the clip for OUR FAVOURITE TARGET, from Tiki Taane's PAST, PRESENT FUTURE album. for the record: not my boobies.
Toto's tonight was a beautiful gig. You were fantastic - the "sexy whistling" thing was brilliant, you nailed it perfectly, as you did every number. Your stagecraft is superb. I believe you had us all at the opening intimacy of "Little Survivor" but I may be biased. Although, the group of people I brought with me were all rapt with the evening, so I do have evidence to back up my belief. Thank you also for the introduction to Lisa Crawley - lovely quirky music, that she makes - I had not heard her before. And ESPECIALLY thank you for the encores... ...loved every minute of the evening. 'til next time we meet, gracious lady Stephen (mistaken by some for being Chris )
Open your heart, touch your soul Not all the world will be round, not all the world, will be whole On this global express, A place we try our best Face to face with belonging Left to defend our own fears To live, to hope, to endure for years
When the world, cannot always stand on one shoulder The world cannot always fight its own wars Those wars of pain Those wars of surrender Of a serenity, in giving up Wanting and waiting to cry the night away
Not always the sacred place, Not always at peace To walk in a silence, much as to an empty soul Unable to triumph over jeopardy And feeling lost, as if, unable to be found All of heaven, on one planet round
So open your heart, Trust what you cannot trust from inside Be who you are, and be that with pride As if it can be said, and, in your heart, is a feeling of being dead To live, if only to live in pain, of this love, where self come first
When the world, cannot always stand on one shoulder The world cannot always fight its own wars Those wars of pain Those wars of surrender Of a serenity, in giving up Wanting and waiting to cry the night away
Where the lonely are alone, The loved still feel unloved in soul A father without a child A mother in the pain of travail When we curse and cast our doubt to heaven Being, unable to live for another day
The birth of tomorrow in our hearts, if only because it was another day The day of beginning, A new sunrise, upon the soul When the world will be round, and the world, will be whole
A new sunrise, upon the soul When the world will be round, and the world, will be whole
On the sun there is a place where every spring is going to dew. In the hundredth part of it is not the last diamond. This diamond shines on the earth at the sound of your voice.
Birds do not sing so sweetly, like your voice. It flows through the air, like a ray of light, filling a space. Without you the world would not have been so wonderful
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