Well, perhaps, not all my heart but most of it, the right and left ventricles and the right and left atriums, so most of it, but not those goofy valves and tubes. not those, not the superior vena cava nor the pulmonary artery or aorta, just the main heart parts, that's how much I love this song.
You cannot just go flinging your sloppy bleeding heart-love around for any old song, and I did not care much for it at first but it grew on me, I could see it acted out all the way through and it's weird because you burn with leaping fire first, then down, to cleve actual lyrics to beat then house springs up graphically in English we say the phrase House burn down backwards, but that's us.
So deal with it. House springing up out of the burned down ashes is it. That's the way the song is sung.
There is an unfortunate passage that doesn't go well, it throws everything off because the sign for "wait" is similar to the sign for "fire" a clear and graphic distinction must be made between them. "Hold tight" is a fun pantomime of holding tightly to a rope.
Burning down the house Hold tight, wait 'till the party's over.
I've always said the word "wait" dramatically for comic effect even when I'm serious. I can't help it. I throw both hands out facing upward and hold them there and wiggle my fingers, but the real action is in my expression, eyes rolled upward, a single deep breath, mouth slightly opened, conveying intense impatience.
But in the song the word is clipped, printed lyrics have 'till, and there is no time for that sort of acting up nonsense that characterizes my speech. The word risks being conflated with fire. It's a chance to be misunderstood.
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Trump's campaign song should be Who's Minding The Store? by Diane Reeves.
That's a great concert, and the entire thing is on YouTube.
I love this song with all my heart.
Well, perhaps, not all my heart but most of it, the right and left ventricles and the right and left atriums, so most of it, but not those goofy valves and tubes. not those, not the superior vena cava nor the pulmonary artery or aorta, just the main heart parts, that's how much I love this song.
You cannot just go flinging your sloppy bleeding heart-love around for any old song, and I did not care much for it at first but it grew on me, I could see it acted out all the way through and it's weird because you burn with leaping fire first, then down, to cleve actual lyrics to beat then house springs up graphically in English we say the phrase House burn down backwards, but that's us.
So deal with it. House springing up out of the burned down ashes is it. That's the way the song is sung.
There is an unfortunate passage that doesn't go well, it throws everything off because the sign for "wait" is similar to the sign for "fire" a clear and graphic distinction must be made between them. "Hold tight" is a fun pantomime of holding tightly to a rope.
Burning down the house
Hold tight, wait 'till the party's over.
Fire and wait right next to each other.
Burn down (fire, collapse)
I've always said the word "wait" dramatically for comic effect even when I'm serious. I can't help it. I throw both hands out facing upward and hold them there and wiggle my fingers, but the real action is in my expression, eyes rolled upward, a single deep breath, mouth slightly opened, conveying intense impatience.
But in the song the word is clipped, printed lyrics have 'till, and there is no time for that sort of acting up nonsense that characterizes my speech. The word risks being conflated with fire. It's a chance to be misunderstood.
"You cannot just go flinging your sloppy bleeding heart-love around for any old song,"
Sadly this is exactly wrong.
Happily anyone mindful can sloppily bleedingly heartily love any song so desired, by God.
Many fools become so accustom to their stasis they forget things, for them, were different in times past, not to mention society as a whole.
So be it.
That's all there is is the Seinfeld wannabe.
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