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Singing is one of the best verbs. It is sung in the stadium and in the church, in health and disease; we sing because we are happy, because we are sad. Indifference is never going to sing. Battle hymns and lullabies are sung to sleep. Sing all. Sing all.
Ah, the shower! The best place to sing. Mel Tormé we are all there, no matter if we have three gripes above. After a beer or whiskey (or whiskie, for me it is fine), a shower is the best cure for all sorrow is gone down the drain, surf washed with soap without sponge. Bliss is great in the shower. And has a sound that neither the Royal Albert Hall: no matter what part of the house is the little cubicle shower, drake high school san anselmo you will always hear well. It is the best place to sing. It is the best place to be happy.
I am a crooner sensational shower. Best. If you could go on tour with everything and my shower, my tiles, my strainer, would be richer, drake high school san anselmo more famous and admired Charles Aznavour. Tony Bennett would be my bitch. Frank Sinatra, a younger son.
My interpretation of Steppin 'Out With My Baby by Fred Astaire as liters of waste water is priceless. O yes it is, but you could not afford it. Sweet Lorraine Nat King Cole is one of my classics. Nat King Cole could not bear to hear me, because I do it fifteen times better than him. Lush Life Johnny Hartman with Coltrane is a classic shower with sax solo (trumpets) included. The You're The Top Cole Porter is one of my masterpieces soaking. But my favorite song is drenching undoubtedly J'Arrive Jacques Brel. Complete with choreography. Do not want to know how, really.
I have always worked for the Beatles road. I know all the lyrics, so the same if I'm driving, copilot or snoozing in the back seat will be a journey of non-stop singing. Anywhere.
Although lately I have more favorite road: American Pie by Don McLean, epic; its duration is perfect for any trip. If you are accompanied and the other person knows, then the destination is not important.
Are my favorites? Obvious: Wunderbar Tenpole Tudor, whatever the Pogues or Chas & Dave, preferably Harry Was A Champion (U my friend drake high school san anselmo and I have a most elaborate musical montage would tease Bob Fosse.) All Libertines. Everything.
These situations lend themselves to ridicule is huge. But worthy. So why not try Oei Oei Oei the Johan Cruyff (yes, the Cruyff ç to the Bar of Clockwork Orange), the Auld Lang Syne (by changing drake high school san anselmo all the lyrics, otherwise no) or some jewel like ochentera Caca ass Fart Pis of punkitos. In fact, songs that can be sung jumping like monkey possessed by Pazuzu and making la-la-la's applied.
That or try to, with all the friends, and a decent version of The Eton Rifles bumpy or The Metro Chica Telegram. Either Kamenbert applies equally and in fact, once with my friends managed a brilliant drunken hobbits had a psychedelic version of bride; drake high school san anselmo Soul, the girl wonder, says Barna wandered singing Blue Velvet, but it would be foolish not to.
We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn is a must. Whiskey (or whiskie, for me it's good) is more demanding. So much so that one gets by reciting poetry Siefgried Sassoon. But to keep the mundane, I do always work The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen, Always drake high school san anselmo Look At The Bright drake high school san anselmo Side of Life from Monty Python ("Life of Brian" is the bible bitch) or Happy Days Toy Town the Small Faces, Steve Marriot impersonating and making a ridiculous pseudo cockney drake high school san anselmo interpretation.
I will never forget this party that 54-46 Was My Number by Toots & The Maytals rang with such power that I could not breathe. I began to spin like a madman. You'd do well. No other track. "Check it out mister ..."
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Stephen G. Cisneros drake high school san anselmo (aka Mr. Cooper), here. Mexican. I write a column for El Heraldo de Leon and upload my stuff here every Friday. Besides music, I care about cinema, football, literature and laziness. I welcome [a little] more fit here: http://bit.ly/hsVtDU October 2014 Archives September drake high school san anselmo 2014 August drake high school san anselmo 2014 July 2014 June 2014 May 2014 April 2014 March 2014 February 2014 January 2014 December 2013 November 2013 October drake high school san anselmo 2013 September 2013 August 2013 July 2013 June 2013 May 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 November 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 March 2012 February 2012 January 2012 December 2011 November drake high school san anselmo 2011 October drake high school san anselmo 2011 September 2011 August 2011 July 2011 June 2011 May 2011 March 2011 Feb
Singing is one of the best verbs. It is sung in the stadium and in the church, in health and disease; we sing because we are happy, because we are sad. Indifference is never going to sing. Battle hymns and lullabies are sung to sleep. Sing all. Sing all.
Ah, the shower! The best place to sing. Mel Tormé we are all there, no matter if we have three gripes above. After a beer or whiskey (or whiskie, for me it is fine), a shower is the best cure for all sorrow is gone down the drain, surf washed with soap without sponge. Bliss is great in the shower. And has a sound that neither the Royal Albert Hall: no matter what part of the house is the little cubicle shower, drake high school san anselmo you will always hear well. It is the best place to sing. It is the best place to be happy.
I am a crooner sensational shower. Best. If you could go on tour with everything and my shower, my tiles, my strainer, would be richer, drake high school san anselmo more famous and admired Charles Aznavour. Tony Bennett would be my bitch. Frank Sinatra, a younger son.
My interpretation of Steppin 'Out With My Baby by Fred Astaire as liters of waste water is priceless. O yes it is, but you could not afford it. Sweet Lorraine Nat King Cole is one of my classics. Nat King Cole could not bear to hear me, because I do it fifteen times better than him. Lush Life Johnny Hartman with Coltrane is a classic shower with sax solo (trumpets) included. The You're The Top Cole Porter is one of my masterpieces soaking. But my favorite song is drenching undoubtedly J'Arrive Jacques Brel. Complete with choreography. Do not want to know how, really.
I have always worked for the Beatles road. I know all the lyrics, so the same if I'm driving, copilot or snoozing in the back seat will be a journey of non-stop singing. Anywhere.
Although lately I have more favorite road: American Pie by Don McLean, epic; its duration is perfect for any trip. If you are accompanied and the other person knows, then the destination is not important.
Are my favorites? Obvious: Wunderbar Tenpole Tudor, whatever the Pogues or Chas & Dave, preferably Harry Was A Champion (U my friend drake high school san anselmo and I have a most elaborate musical montage would tease Bob Fosse.) All Libertines. Everything.
These situations lend themselves to ridicule is huge. But worthy. So why not try Oei Oei Oei the Johan Cruyff (yes, the Cruyff ç to the Bar of Clockwork Orange), the Auld Lang Syne (by changing drake high school san anselmo all the lyrics, otherwise no) or some jewel like ochentera Caca ass Fart Pis of punkitos. In fact, songs that can be sung jumping like monkey possessed by Pazuzu and making la-la-la's applied.
That or try to, with all the friends, and a decent version of The Eton Rifles bumpy or The Metro Chica Telegram. Either Kamenbert applies equally and in fact, once with my friends managed a brilliant drunken hobbits had a psychedelic version of bride; drake high school san anselmo Soul, the girl wonder, says Barna wandered singing Blue Velvet, but it would be foolish not to.
We'll Meet Again by Vera Lynn is a must. Whiskey (or whiskie, for me it's good) is more demanding. So much so that one gets by reciting poetry Siefgried Sassoon. But to keep the mundane, I do always work The Killing Moon by Echo & The Bunnymen, Always drake high school san anselmo Look At The Bright drake high school san anselmo Side of Life from Monty Python ("Life of Brian" is the bible bitch) or Happy Days Toy Town the Small Faces, Steve Marriot impersonating and making a ridiculous pseudo cockney drake high school san anselmo interpretation.
I will never forget this party that 54-46 Was My Number by Toots & The Maytals rang with such power that I could not breathe. I began to spin like a madman. You'd do well. No other track. "Check it out mister ..."
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Stephen G. Cisneros drake high school san anselmo (aka Mr. Cooper), here. Mexican. I write a column for El Heraldo de Leon and upload my stuff here every Friday. Besides music, I care about cinema, football, literature and laziness. I welcome [a little] more fit here: http://bit.ly/hsVtDU October 2014 Archives September drake high school san anselmo 2014 August drake high school san anselmo 2014 July 2014 June 2014 May 2014 April 2014 March 2014 February 2014 January 2014 December 2013 November 2013 October drake high school san anselmo 2013 September 2013 August 2013 July 2013 June 2013 May 2013 April 2013 March 2013 February 2013 January 2013 December 2012 November 2012 October 2012 September 2012 August 2012 July 2012 June 2012 May 2012 April 2012 March 2012 February 2012 January 2012 December 2011 November drake high school san anselmo 2011 October drake high school san anselmo 2011 September 2011 August 2011 July 2011 June 2011 May 2011 March 2011 Feb
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