rhythm ::: what is it anyway::: it's every sound we hear; every breath we take; every $ we spend::: and how we elect 2 love ourselves, and life.
recently someone who plays pro sports described how he 'plays the game': he calculates every little thing. he manipulates 'rhythm'. god's gift: we all
have it.
a: scanned polaroid:: biedermeier desk... gussied cartoon image attracted ebay buyers... i decided not to sell. whew >
b: polaroid courtesy john horne >
polaroid photos: manipulated rhythm.
il est ce qui est il
rhythm and prosody:::
Sting.it's probably me: lyrics
::: i still hear one man's lovesong to god's only son. a solitary voice to speak.... it's probably me
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground ...
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see
You ask yourself, who's watched for me My only friend, who could it be
It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal
You search the city for your only friend No one would you see
You ask yourself, who could it be A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
You're not the easiest person I ever got to know And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say I should let you go your way You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it It's hate to say it, but it's probably me
When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense There's only one voice that comes to your defense The jury's out and your eyes search the room And one friendly face is all you need to seeIf there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
recently someone who plays pro sports described how he 'plays the game': he calculates every little thing. he manipulates 'rhythm'. god's gift: we all
have it.a: scanned polaroid:: biedermeier desk... gussied cartoon image attracted ebay buyers... i decided not to sell. whew >
b: polaroid courtesy john horne >
polaroid photos: manipulated rhythm.
il est ce qui est il
rhythm and prosody:::
Sting.it's probably me: lyrics
::: i still hear one man's lovesong to god's only son. a solitary voice to speak.... it's probably me
If the night turned cold and the stars looked down And you hug yourself on the cold cold ground ...
You wake the morning in a stranger's coat No one would you see
You ask yourself, who's watched for me My only friend, who could it be
It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
When your belly's empty and the hunger's so real
And you're too proud to beg and too dumb to steal
You search the city for your only friend No one would you see
You ask yourself, who could it be A solitary voice to speak out and set me free
I hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
You're not the easiest person I ever got to know And it's hard for us both to let our feelings show
Some would say I should let you go your way You'll only make me cry
If there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die
It's hard to say it It's hate to say it, but it's probably me
When the world's gone crazy and it makes no sense There's only one voice that comes to your defense The jury's out and your eyes search the room And one friendly face is all you need to seeIf there's one guy, just one guy Who'd lay down his life for you and die It's hard to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me I hate to say it I hate to say it, but it's probably me
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