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Sat, Dec. 17th, 2011, 12:52 pm
voicebeautiful: Освобождение голоса , постановка голоса, дикция , Pet Shop Boys.




 Ссылки на материал в моём журнале    http://voicebeautiful.livejournal.com/

Здесь я выложил эксперименты своего голоса . Научится петь можно самому . Все упражнения по изменению голоса я взял из творчества
группы Pet Shop Boys и предоставив вам аудио и видео материал показываю где именно я взял упражнения . Здесь я также описываю круг
поиска упражнения которое является ключевым , оно снимает зажим , делает голос свободным , сочным , ярким , громче , насыщенней ,
певческим и тд . . Так же в раздаче вы найдёте некоторые ссылки и список полезных программ , среди которых есть по откату системы ...

Mon, Sep. 15th, 2008, 11:06 am
imbue_myblue: Fiona Apple - Extraordinary Machine

I certainly haven't been shopping for any new shoes
And
I certainly haven't been spreading myself around
I still only travel by foot
And by foot it's a slow climb
But I'm good at being uncomfortable, so
I can't stop changing all the time

I noticed that my opponent is always on the go
And won't go slow so as not to focus, and I notice
He'll hitch a ride with any guide
As long as they go fast from whence he came
But he's no good at being uncomfortable, so
He can't stop staying exactly the same

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

I seem to you to seek a new disaster every day
You deem me doomed to clean my view
And be at peace and lay
I mean to prove I mean to move in my own way
And say I've been getting along
For long before you came into the play

I am the baby of the family, it happens
So
Everybody cares
And wear the sheep's clothes while they chaperone
Curious, you're looking down your nose at me
While you appease
Courteous to try and help
But let me set your mind at ease

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

Do I so worry you?
No need to hurry to my side
That's very kind
But it's to no avail
I don't want the veil of flowers, no
Everything will be just fine

If there was a better way to go then it would find me
I can't help it, the road just rolls out behind me
Be kind to me
Or treat me mean
I'll make the most of it
I'm an extraordinary machine

Mon, Sep. 8th, 2008, 06:33 pm
movehalfaninch: anyone going?

is anyone else going to the 98.7 KissFM Liberty R&B Jazz Fest in NYC at liberty state park? Aretha Franklin, Erykah Badu and the O'Jays are playing. I'm looking for new people to meet up with.

here's who is playing (or click here: http://www.987kissfm.com/rbjazzfest08/):

Saturday, September 13th 12 - 10 pm
Performances by Aretha Franklin• Erykah Badu • Leela James • Kem • Euge Groove • Bobby Caldwell • The Jeff Foxx Band • Jean Baylor

Sunday, September 14th 12 - 8 pm
Performances by The O'Jays • Kool and the Gang • Roy Ayers • Brian Culbertson • Gil Parris • Soul Generation • Elisabeth Withers

tickets: http://www.987kissfm.com/rbjazzfest08/tickets.htm

Wed, Aug. 27th, 2008, 04:34 am
fairyfiaba: mr. gorgeous and miss curvacious by smoke city

Cool and calm, mr gorgeous
Walks up to the bar and orders and
As he passes by, they all sigh - ah...

When he moves just like a panther,
The fins obeys, the bones etch

He wont dare a smile
cause its really not his style
Oh

Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....

Shes so slick and so curvaceous
The way she walks is quite contagious
Eager eyes follow her thighs and go, hmmm

The way she moves strikes her crowd
Hits the groove
But she ignores them
Hopefully advances
No, she dont give no chances at all

Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....

All alone our miss curvaceous
Back at her place finds her bed too spacious
And as she passes her own reflection, sighs
Ooh..

Mr gorgeous is feeling lonely
He wishes that if he could only
Smile, once a while, ah
So lonely, poor thing

Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie
Aie, aie, aie, aie, aie ....

So while you are shaking your hips, keep your lips turned up

Mon, Jun. 23rd, 2008, 07:41 am
fairyfiaba: tangent- beth orton

Lost myself in a tangent of words

Can't decide what I've seen or heard

Can't sleep for counting sheep

How long...does this river..run deep?

How long...does this river..run deep?



Building 'em up in order to find

What's not lost but left behind

My instinct got bruised, but I still see

I was a victim of being no casualty



Just like coming home...just like coming home

Just like coming home...felt just like coming home



They say that you weave deadly tricks

Can trip to the worldly hicks

Stare cold with dull surprise

Spark evil to hell in every tear you cry...every tear you cry



Building 'em up in order to find

What's not lost but left behind

My instinct got bruised, but I still see

I was a victim of being no casualty



Just like coming home...just like coming home

Just like coming home...felt just like coming home



Cut off my toes to spite my feet

Drank your poison, didn't taste too sweet

Saw the heavens in my mind

And it's there...for me...to find.



Oh it's there...for me...to find



Building 'em up in order to find

What's not lost but left behind

My instinct got bruised, but I still see

I was a victim of being no casualty



Just like coming home...just like coming home

Just like coming home...felt just like coming home



Lost myself in a tangent

Lost myself in a tangent

Lost myself in a tangent

Lost myself in a tangent...

Fri, Apr. 25th, 2008, 12:04 pm
patypixie: This song is stuck in my head!

She Wants Revenge-True Romance
Open your eyes and see me,
Tell me that it's not too late.
Whisper to me a sad song,
Weighing us down in shame.
I always said I believed you,
You told me that was so cliché.
And with every kiss I resented you
Because your feelings never got in the way

[Chorus 1]
I know that you never loved me;
I know that you never cared at all,
Maybe just one more dance
Cause that's as close as you're gettin' to a true romance

Open your heart and feel me,
Tell me you don't feel the same.
I dig down deep for forgiveness,
And still you're busy placing the blame.
This isn't about right or wrong now,
It's not about wasted time.
I should have paid closer attention,
But I didn't bother reading the signs.

[Chorus 2]
I know that you never loved me;
I know that you never cared at all,
No my love we can't be friends,
In face I liked you much better
When you'd just pretend.

[Chorus 1]

Open your arms and hold me,
Tell me it'll be alright.
Tell me the thing you've never told a soul
That keeps you up at night.
When could you tell it was over?
When did you turn on me?
I'd cry if I thought it would change your mind
Cry for the girl I hoped you to be.

[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]

Tue, Apr. 22nd, 2008, 11:51 pm
fairyfiaba: dresden dolls

"Girl Anachronism"

1, 2
1, 2, 3, 4

You can tell
From the scars on my arms
And the cracks on my hips [one version]
And the stains on my skirt [another version]
And the dents in my car
And the blisters on my lips
That I'm not the carefullest of girls

You can tell
From the glass on the floor
And the strings that're breaking
And I keep on breaking more
And it looks like I am shaking
But it's just the temperature
And then again
If it were any colder I could disengage
If I were any older I could act my age
But I don't think that you'd believe me
It's
Not
The
Way
I'm
Meant
To
Be
It's just the way the operation made me

And you can tell
From the state of my room
That they let me out too soon
And the pills that I ate
Came a couple years too late
And I've got some issues to work through
There I go again
Pretending to be you
Make-believing
That I have a soul beneath the surface
Trying to convince you
It was accidentally on purpose

I am not so serious
This passion is a plagiarism
I might join your century
But only on a rare occasion
I was taken out
Before the labor pains set in and now
Behold the world's worst accident
I am the girl anachronism

And you can tell
By the red in my eyes
And the bruises on my thighs
And the knots in my hair
And the bathtub full of flies
That I'm not right now at all
There I go again
Pretending that I'll fall
Don't call the doctors
Cause they've seen it all before
They'll say just
Let
Her
Crash
And
Burn
She'll learn
The attention just encourages her

And you can tell
From the full-body cast
That you're sorry that you asked
Though you did everything you could
(like any decent person would)
But I might be catching so don't touch
You'll start believing you're immune to gravity and stuff
Don't get me wet
Because the bandages will all come off

And you can tell
From the smoke at the stake
That the current state is critical
Well it is the little things, for instance...
In the time it takes to break it she can make up ten excuses...
Please excuse her for the day, its just the way the medication makes her...

I don't necessarily believe there is a cure for this
So I might join your century but only as a doubtful guest
I was too precarious removed as a caesarian
Behold the worlds worst accident
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM [x5]
I'm the girl... [x3]
I AM THE GIRL ANACHRONISM

Tue, Apr. 15th, 2008, 02:16 am
fairyfiaba: dragonette, jesus doesn't love me

Spent my way doing rock and roll
Jesus doesn't love me anymore
Don't do much of what I've been told
Jesus doesn't love me anymore

Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll

Wash me
God I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me scrub me
Say a little prayer for me (Pray for me)

Gotta little bit of dirty down in my soul
Jesus doesn't love me anymore
Sinnin' for a livin's really taking its toll
Jesus doesn't love me anymore

Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll
Drugs, sex, rock and roll

Wash me
God I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me scrub me
Say a little prayer for me (Pray for me)
Wash me
God I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me scrub me
Say a little prayer for me (Pray for me)

Love me anymore
Love me anymore

Wash me
Get this off me
Wash me
Get this off me (love me anymore)
Wash me
Get this off me (love me anymore)
Jesus doesn't love me anymore

Ugh I'm really good on the inside
Oh god why did I lie
I promise
Cross my heart
Hope to die
Need another try to
Get it off me

God I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me scrub me
Say a little prayer for me (Pray for me)
Wash me
God I wanna get this off me
If you wanna love me scrub me
Say a little prayer for me (Pray for me)

Little bit of dirty down in my soul

Sat, Apr. 5th, 2008, 08:36 am
fairyfiaba: distillers. hall of mirrors.

I come down like a hurricane sucked up inside
I spit out the suffer, yeah
You say you want a revelation,
Revel in this my lover
You’re free at liberty is this what you want?
Sometimes I wonder…

[Chorus]
There’s a highway to, to the edge, yeah
Once a night you will drive yourself there
At the end of the road you will find the answer
At the end of the road you will drink the fear

I come down like a bloody rain cuts up flesh sky,
Pulse beating under, yeah
Meat petals bloom in a bone garden
Ain’t no god, no ghost gonna save you now

I sell souls at the side of the road
Would you like to take a number

[Chorus]

Take your time, come on, get what you come for don't
Waste my time, come on, get what you come for don't
waste my time, come on, get what you come for don't
waste my time, come on, get what you come for

[Chorus]

I watched you burn in the eye of my sun
I fucked you in the eye of my sun

I watched you burn in the eye of my sun (in the eye of my sun) yeah yeah
[repeat x3]
I fucked you in, in the eye of my sun (in the eye of my sun) yeah yeah
Yeah yeah...

Wed, Mar. 26th, 2008, 10:32 pm
led_lawless: If it's Monday Morning

(spoken)
There were times when being together was fun.
There were times when being apart was even more fun.
There were times where there was nothing but time...
and that was no fun.

(sung)
Well the man just let me out,
I think it's Monday morning
There's a taste here in my mouth,
It tastes like Monday morning.
If I'm tasting my own mouth
and if it's Monday morning,
then I should be doin' fine,
if I can get you off my mind,
and if it's Monday morning.

My eyes are a little blurred,
for a Monday morning.
You're leaving town I heard,
if it's Monday morning.
So goodbye's another word,
for a Monday morning.
But I could be doin' fine,
if I could get you off my mind,
and if it's Monday morning.

Oh, somebody help me quick,
I'm down and I'm feeling sick,
it's just too much of my head that's showin'.
God if you won't help me, then
help me help me because I'm
not exactly sure where I'm goin'.

Well, I guess I should go home,
if it's Monday morning.
'Cause our room is all alone,
if it's Monday morning.
And I'll probably get stoned,
if it's Monday morning.
And I'll think I'm doing fine,
but I'll bet you're on my mind,
come next Monday morning.

Well the man just let me out,
I think it's Monday morning
There's a taste here in my mouth,
It tastes like Monday morning.

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