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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Unfinished but shows me I'm almost there!
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Last night I recorded 3 songs! This 1 is pretty much finished!
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Good for you Teo. keep up the good work.
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
This is all very nice Teo, and a lot of work. Thank you for sharing it on Givnology.
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Thank you Teo for sharing this incredible amount of work that you have done. Nice music and lovely images.
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Re: Zounds! New Freeboards sounds tests 1 2 3 testing!
Today's: The original song El Arreglito that became Carmen's Habanera and Bach's Brandenburg Concerto No. 2 just testing the sounds.
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Re: The breeze effect
Sooo beautiful dearestestest dpm (Dancing Pearly Margherita)!!! Thanks for blowing our way! Love, Teo
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Re: Prayers for Peace
Thank you Vicky, Gisele and Sue. I have another prayer by Rumi to add to this thread; this is not from Paulo Coelho's book. What is praised is one, so the praise is one too, many jugs being poured into a huge basin. All religions, all this singing, one song. The differences are just illusion and vanity. Sunlight looks slightly different on this wall than it does on that wall and a lot different on this other one, but it is still one light. We have borrowed these clothes, these time-and-space...
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Re: The air was full of you
Ahhh thank you dearestestest DPM (Dancing Pearly Margherita) for sharing the beautiful work of art with us! You beautify Givnology with your presents.. he he.. and presence! Originally Posted by Margherita: ... This song will dwell forevermore within my core. It will not fade it is a duet now played by your heartstrings and mine out of time in this present moment of incorruptible beauty which generates only Love in its most brilliant colors. * This poem will dwell forevermore within my core!
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Re: Worlds apart
Beautiful Sylvie! Thanks googols for sharing! Would we be foreign languages I would then say... I got lost in translation... For you say... You hear my voice but no longer my heart... Yet... I know we are one language One beat, one pulse Bringing to life Thousand of melodies Then, how could we ever get lost? Lose touch? Closeness I must still fear...but why? You say... You no longer feel my music... Our rhythms seeming worlds apart. Why, oh why...do I fear being your favorite song? © Sylvie...
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Re: Stephen Foster
Thank you Teo for the music, and thank you yoko. My old kentucky home, good night! The sun shines bright in the old Kentucky home, 'Tis summer, the darkies are gay, The corn top's ripe and the meadow's in the bloom While the birds make music all the day. The young folks roll on the little cabin floor, All merry, all happy and bright: By'n by Hard Times comes a knocking at the door, Then my old Kentucky Home, good night! Weep no more, my lady, oh! weep no more to-day! We will sing one song...
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Re: First try MIDI - snippet
Glad you are all enjoying the MIDI music show! I'm still trying to get these TAGS into the files, so that they show who made them! I went here: http://www.artlythere.com/cgi-bin/forum/Blah.pl?m-1154280348/s-0/ then here: http://www.harmony-central.com/Software/Mac/midi.html and got MIDI Kit 2.7.1, I think it has put these tags in correctly: Full Song Name Copyright Author Let's see if that works hum? I still want Genre, Recorded Date, URL, Instruments??? but hey, we have a start at least!
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Re: Is There?
Nothing compares to the glory of your sacred caress steered by my desire. Hands like butterflies drawn to my skin by its dazzling pulse emitted in colours of passion flowers. Impalpable grace designs every move of our dance creating the perfection of a mirror performance. We are the stars and also the ocean waves reflecting our light, gently rocking us towards the shores of ardent ecstasy. Nothing compares to the glory of who you are of who I am ... of Whose song we sing. By being. Thank you...
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Re: Here, there and everywhere
Here, there and everywhere I am the air you move with every step you take, I am the space in between when you fold your hands in silent prayer, I am the everlasting echo of the words you pronounce, I am the sound wave you produce with the song of your heart. I am the energy you emit with your every thought. I am in the depth of the sea, in the heights of the ether. I am here, there and everywhere. I am what you see with your eyes wide open and what you perceive with your eyes firmly shut.
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Re: Beautiful Colors of Autumn
Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life. - Krishnamurti
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Re: The Magic of Winter
Thank you Administrator and yoko. Song A window bird sate mourning for her love Upon a wintry bough; The frozen wind crept on above, The freezing stream below. There was no leaf upon the forest bare, No flower upon the ground, And little motion in the air Except the mill-wheel's sound. Percy Byshe Shelley
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Re: "Go! You are one of the fortunate ones! For you will give joy and happiness to many other people! There is nothing better or finer!"-Beethoven to Liszt
“I think music in itself is healing. It's an explosive expression of humanity. It's something we are all touched by. No matter what culture we're from, everyone loves music.” Billy Joel quotes (American Pianist, Singer and Song Writer, b.1949)
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Re: Feel you...once more
Thank you Sylvie, Your beautiful words put a song into the spirit of my soul. Love, Inda
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Re: "Drums: ..to inspire the troops and frighten the enemy." from a Musician's Dictionary!
That's some good stuff. I always heard it as a question: "Who hangs out with musicians?" Answer: Percussionists. Teo can tell you, of course that a piano is also a percusion instrument. I'm not so sure about them thar midi board things. They could be more akin to virginals and harpsichords and the like. The attached was produced on the Commodore 64 which, as I recall did record in real time, although you might call it an early sequencer. I've become a bit fascinated with it like a collector...
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Re: Feel you...once more
Feel you...once more ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Nature knows how to speak of you- Love birds sing the sweetest love song. The wind offer its caresses As if it was born... To breath upon my neck. Nature can only speak of you- Listening to this song Greeting this sweet touch I desire and long To feel you...once more. Beautiful dear Staranza Nutty Buddy Kiliwia Genie Danebe Sylvie
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Re: Classic Summer Poems
Night of the south winds - night of the large few stars! Still nodding night - mad naked summer night. —Walt Whitman (1819–1881) "Song of Myself" (Part 21) Leaves of Grass (1855)
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Re: Classic Summer Poems
Song: How sweet I roam'd from field to field by William Blake How sweet I roam'd from field to field, And tasted all the summer's pride, 'Till I the prince of love beheld, Who in the sunny beams did glide! He shew'd me lilies for my hair, And blushing roses for my brow; He led me through his gardens fair, Where all his golden pleasures grow. With sweet May dews my wings were wet, And Phoebus fir'd my vocal rage; He caught me in his silken net, And shut me in his golden cage. He loves to sit...
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Re: Classic Summer Poems
Night of the south winds - night of the large few stars! Still nodding night - mad naked summer night. —Walt Whitman (1819–1881) "Song of Myself," Leaves of Grass (1855) Eternal summer gilds them yet, But all, except their sun, is set. —George Noel Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824) Don Juan (1819–1824) And pomp, and feast, and revelry, With mask, and antique pageantry, Such sights as youthful poets dream On summer eves by haunted stream. —John Milton (1608–1674) L'Allegro (1631)
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Re: Enjoy a preview of 8 classical music channels I'm sharing
Correct: I did succeed in 1) putting COPYRIGHTS and ARTIST "tags" into the files, in the artist tag I put the keyboard I used, the sequencing (recording) software, of course my name, and a link to Givnology. In the CopyRight tag I put the artists full name, opus number of the song, and sometimes who the song was written to or something halfways pertinent. It can be deleted by a crook, but isn't that just like just about everything we "carefully place" on the internet? I have a sneaking...
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Re: Autumn Colors Have Arrived
To Autumn Poem lyrics of To Autumn by William Blake. O Autumn, laden with fruit, and stain'd With the blood of the grape, pass not, but sit Beneath my shady roof; there thou may'st rest, And tune thy jolly voice to my fresh pipe, And all the daughters of the year shall dance! Sing now the lusty song of fruits and flowers. "The narrow bud opens her beauties to The sun, and love runs in her thrilling veins; Blossoms hang round the brows of Morning, and Flourish down the bright cheek of modest...
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Re: Willie Lynch The Making Of A Slave-Watch your language!
Thanks for bringing this topic back!!! Well said Gisele. "So called enlightened" is right! So called HUMANITY! Luckily, we have some rather enlightened souls here @ Givnology... thanks God and Angels!!! Those members in Toronto, Canada, well, you have a special place in my heart. Did you know: York the original name of Toronto, was the first place where slavery was illegal? Niagara Falls was where they could sneak over the border, to St. Catherines the town next door. You can see Toronto...
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Re: Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
MERRY CHRISTMAS Thank you for bringing back Tim's poem. It is a wonderful way to start the season. Our office will be closed in a couple of days until after the new year. Wishing you all a Happy New Year. Love, Sue Here is another poem for the season by Robert Louis Stevenson Loving Father, Help us remember the birth of Jesus, that we may share in the song of the angels, the gladness of the shepherds, and worship of the wise men. Close the door of hate and open the door of love all over the...
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Re: More William Blake
A Song Sweet dreams, form a shade O'er my lovely infant's head! Sweet dreams of pleasant streams By happy, silent, moony beams! Sweet Sleep, with soft down Weave thy brows an infant crown Sweet Sleep, angel mild, Hover o'er my happy child! Sweet smiles, in the night Hover over my delight! Sweet smiles, mother's smile, All the livelong night beguile. Sweet moans, dovelike sighs, Chase not slumber from thine eyes! Sweet moan, sweeter smile, All the dovelike moans beguile. Sleep, sleep, happy...
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Re: Peace and Love
Peace slumbers on peaks in wait for soul song echoes to flood Earth with love aaaaahhhh... Thank you for this beautiful valentine dearest dpm (Dancing Pearly Margherita)! And what beautiful replies! I've been under the weather, this is just what I needed. Thanks! Lovin' Light Being, Teo
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Re: Ray Kane, Hawaiian slack-key pioneer has passed away
Thank you Sylvie for adding your prayer for Ray Kane. Love, Inda ********** Aloha is the center of all things Hawaiian. It is through aloha that all other Hawaiian values have meaning. The spirit of aloha affects everything we do, not so much in words, it doesn't come from the mouth, it comes from the action. To show you have aloha is from your action and how you deal with things. Na'auao Pane'e Mt. Haleakala Ray Kane will always send a song filled with Aloha down to Hawaii.
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Re: William Butler Yeats
THE SORROW OF LOVE by: W.B. Yeats HE quarrel of the sparrows in the eaves, The full round moon and the star-laden sky, And the loud song of the ever-singing leaves, Had hid away earth's old and weary cry. And then you came with those red mournful lips, And with you came the whole of the world's tears, And all the sorrows of her labouring ships, And all the burden of her myriad years. And now the sparrows warring in the eaves, The curd-pale moon, the white stars in the sky, And the loud...
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Re: William Butler Yeats
THE CAP AND BELLS by: William Butler Yeats HE jester walked in the garden: The garden had fallen still; He bade his soul rise upward And stand on her window-sill. It rose in a straight blue garment, When owls began to call: It had grown wise-tongued by thinking Of a quiet and light footfall; But the young queen would not listen; She rose in her pale night-gown; She drew in the heavy casement And pushed the latches down. He bade his heart go to her, When the owls called out no more; In a red...
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Re: I am that I am
I AM THAT I AM... And you are the song I sing Forever more Beautiful dearestest Kiliwia Staranza Danebe Nutty-buddy Sylvie! Keep on singing it... yea! Nice spanish page: http://www.iglesiadedios-israelita.org/nombres.html I used to think the tetra (10 sided) aspect was sides: Y=2 H=3 V=2 H=3, the y like a line and another attached, not the centered capital Y. I DO think, that (read it right to left, it's Hebrew DUUUH!) the first letter looks like a reference to "above," just like a comma up...
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Re: With total abandon
Bravo! Mmmm... listening quietly! Taking notes! hehe.. quantum-verse? Allverse. Aaaahhhh... you are .. UNIVERSATILE! he he.. I hope it's OK making this song auto-play in your poem here , I was listening to this funny tone version of Liebestraum, is this still your pseudo-nym? Keep your feet firmly in the air dearestest dpm! Love and LIGHT*BEING, Teo Do (Re, Mi, Fa, Soul....)
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Re: With total abandon
That is quite a beautiful poem Margherita! You are so kind to us to post it here. Thank you googols. Allow me to take this opportunity to elaborate a few points, for clarity and usefulness. Permesso per favore Margherita is Liebestraum: Inspiration Peak Prayer for Myanmar and China That is the NEW BOARDS at the Peak, the old ones are still linked in our BoardRoom . That has Teo's old topics and lovely replies by Inspiration Peakers. Regarding Teo's embedding the music in this poem. Unlike...
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Re: ROSES
Roses A sea of broom was on the brae, A heaven of speedwell lit the way; But ever as I passed along Of roses only was my song - Roses, roses, roses! They spread their petals, pink and white Full stretch to feast upon the light; They pushed each other on the spray Like children mad with holiday - Roses, roses, roses! But as when summer noon is high A fearful cloud bedims the sky, A sudden memory of pain Arises from the bright refrain - Roses, roses, roses! I watch a figure to and fro 'Mong...
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Re: I will not make a sound
Incomparable you! Aaahhhhh dpm, dearestest dpm this is so beautiful! Makes me want to compose a song to it! and I stopped composing... Funny think: I googled (yes I think it's a verb nowadays) "incomparable you" and guess what showed up? This page! Then that piece... "© All poems by Robin Ouzman Hislop 2006" maybe he doesn't mind the free plug.. meaning, free advertisement.. Thank you googols for this gem of a poem dearestest Margherita! What a treasure. Aaahhh.. I want first rights to write...
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Re: Stargazing with you
Aaaahhh.. my favorite stargazer! We still dance in the stars dearestestestest... Stargazing with you Embedded in the lushness of untamed summer scented grass promising secrecy to our whispers, with only our fingers entwined we called for the performance of the night sky starring Universe. We traveled far into the infinite bedazzled by the flickering light, touching base for a single sigh upon vaguely known constellations and baptizing new ones that fit our own eccentric imaginations. Gazing...
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Re: Canvas of Autumn Flowers
The Last Chrysanthemum by Thomas Hardy Why should this flower delay so long To show its tremulous plumes? Now is the time of plaintive robin-song, When flowers are in their tombs. Through the slow summer, when the sun Called to each frond and whorl That all he could for flowers was being done, Why did it not uncurl? It must have felt that fervid call Although it took no heed, Waking but now, when leaves like corpses fall, And saps all retrocede. Too late its beauty, lonely thing, The...
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Re: Schumann's critical antennae - from the book Romantic Music
Thank you for the tiny little post Teo. This really stretches my brain Now I will give you a short answer I found this on the website listed below. Classical 1750 to 1810 You will want to listen for more defined musical forms. The use of Sonata Allegro form is prevalent in all Classical Instrumental music from concerti to Sonatas to Symphonies to the chamber music. The most common compositional forms during this time were instrumental Sonatas, Concerti and symphonies. Mozart composed an...
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Re: Slow Down
Have you ever watched kids On a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain Slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night? You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last. Do you run through each day On the fly? When you ask How are you? Do you hear the reply? When the day is done Do you lie in your bed With the next hundred chores Running through your head? You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast.
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
Autumn Song Dante Gabriel Rossetti (1883) Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the heart feels a languid grief Laid on it for a covering, And how sleep seems a goodly thing In Autumn at the fall of the leaf? And how the swift beat of the brain Falters because it is in vain, In Autumn at the fall of the leaf Knowest thou not? and how the chief Of joys seems—not to suffer pain? Know’st thou not at the fall of the leaf How the soul feels like a dried sheaf Bound up at length for...
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Re: Classic Autumn Poetry
"Come said the wind to the leaves one day, Come o're the meadows and we will play. Put on your dresses scarlet and gold, For summer is gone and the days grow cold." - A Children's Song of the 1880's
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Re: Farewell by Kahlil Gibran
'I shall live beyond death, and I shall sing in your ears Even after the vast sea-wave carries me back To the vast sea-depth. I shall sit at your board though without a body, And I shall go with you to your fields, a spirit invisible. I shall come to you at your fireside, a guest unseen. Death changes nothing but the mask that covers our faces. The woodsman shall be still a woodsman, The ploughman, a ploughman, And he who sang his song to the wind shall sing it also to the moving spheres.'...
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Re: Beautiful Colors of Autumn
"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life." - Krishnamurti
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Re: Winter Poetry
"Have you ever noticed a tree standing naked against the sky, How beautiful it is? All its branches are outlined, and in its nakedness There is a poem, there is a song. Every leaf is gone and it is waiting for the spring. When the spring comes, it again fills the tree with The music of many leaves, Which in due season fall and are blown away. And this is the way of life." - Krishnamurti
