Falsete and Fach
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octaves play a crucial
structural and
stylistic role
lowest notes fall below
the 20 Hz threshold
of human hearing and
can only be
measured with instruments
12 semitones
Sound frequencies range
from about 20 Hz to
20,000 Hz, which covers
roughly 10 distinct
octaves of audible sound
There are 7 full octaves
plus 3 extra low keys
, totaling 88 keys that
span about 7.25 octaves
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Mastretta De Sa' Sopranista
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-E per quanto riguarda le possibilità
passando a un approccio
basato sui problemi?
traditions start somewhere
doing things for a reason is
often the right thing
to do
looking toward
our goales
budgeting our endeavor
profiting
and profit sharing
to create healthy
long lasting
relationships
that are meaningful
and complimentary
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I am done with the modern age's version of the rat race.
I'm done forcing myself to fit in just to feel so out of place.
I am choosing to live life at my own specific pace.
Oh, really sorry, my arthritis acted up yesterday
Can’t play tennis ‘til the pain goes away
Gee, so sweet of you to invite for us out for dinner
But doctor’s orders, you know, I’ve got to get thinner
A free trip to Orlando? Sounds great!
‘Course, hip replacement next week… It’ll have to wait
You’ll pay me how much to work for you? Whoa!
Too bad I need my afternoon nap. I’ll have to say ‘No.’
When old age hits and you’re trying to fit in
Often all you can offer’s a look of chagrin
Night after night, I write on my eyelids poems that no longer fit in my soul,
White, unrhymed verses that bow to your tumultuous god,
Screaming without tact, curses that bring no delight, only echo,
Remaining as empty ornaments, forever, a gift to my unmatched souls.
May you spend repeatable youth singing on lyres of solar rays,
The stories of our lives, future deaths, in passing lights' blaze,
Monstrous seconds, filled with nothing, giving time a rhythm to climb,
Like a universe spun by stars, a unique egg, a perpetual tic-tac, a sublime chime.
The cry for help now drowns in the yolk of a sleepwalker,
The embryo of an unfulfilled nightmare seeking no comforting harbor,
Abandoning its verse, transforming from egg to chick, whispering to life:
Lullaby! A nap stripped of NOs, a dream departing on the strife.
And when it takes flight to the pinpoint west, leaving only violet dusk,
An invisible day, random, like in feeble theories, a complete blue night husk,
Devoid of the fleshly perfection of our past love’s bay,
In a violet dusk, only the memory of a tumultuous past will stay.
I wish
to fit in
somewhere
anywhere~
others fit in
not wishing
as do I~
wholeness may
appear as confining
wishes~~
Neither exceptional
nor unexceptional
Where do I fit in...
With all the rest of humankind
~ no one’s free of sin
Being how you are on purpose,
and being what you are is often effortless,
I suggest a course of non-action.
Self-help from mentors
will land you both pickled in the same cosmic jar.
There are all kinds of just rightness,
stay put,
being your own special kind of fit
in this misfit world.
Reality is a jigsaw puzzle for the sightless,
be the last piece to be found.
Fit In Masque
It's as
Flimsy
As that
Film
You
Wear:
FEAR
All
the
Time.
[STOP.]
-Gray Squirrel
05-03-2024
How did I ever get here
All the terror and the tears
Kept me down and all alone
I felt like a statue of stone
No emotional attachments
So afraid of taking chances
with a heart useless and torn
Not knowing where I belong
Like an outcast pushed aside
Every day I really tried
To fit in and feel proud
To be part of any crowd
But all my virtues couldn't find
A piece of world where I could bind
No one wanted to be seen
With a girl wholesome and clean
Who couldn't do any wrong
But I just stood proud and strong
Giving in would ruin the
Woman I turned out to be
One at a time I'm finding friends
Who wont make me twist and bend
They like me for who I am
Acting like my second fam'
I don't seem to fit in anywhere...
It seems as though I'm lost.
I stick out in every crowd,
I'm so confused every time I move out of my comfort zone.
I'm not used to the happenings outside of my small world.
I'm always on my own; by myself, and alone
I speak to myself, wishing I'd meet a new friend.
Unfortunately, after each attempt, I keep messing up.
Communication seems difficult for me; I simply can't relate to others.
Everything I do seems wrong by societal standards, so tell me...
Where do I belong?
We are not given the choice during our lifetime
Our path is already mapped out for each individual
As hard as we try to change our path
It is quite difficult or impossible to become
Someone else, it is engrained in our soul
A character of ill repute or a leader of a great nation
Where do each of us fit in?
You will be the first to know she says
I never am
But I am often last
Which bothers me not
It helps me know her priorities
Making it easier for me not to do extra things for her.
Old photographs dug up, memories ancient
It is akin to a past life being resurrected
Amidst voices excited, we are patient
We live in the now, thoughts deselected
Really seeing no cause to rekindle the past
Art of living in the here and now, well perfected
Earth life plays out as is ordained, the die is cast
Prior soul agreements determine experience
Why be aghast, for this dream won’t last
Devoid of desire, pristine our innocence
As a rebel and a nerd, we follow not the herd
Remaining ever blissful in our self-luminescence
It’s no longer necessary for us to get in the last word
Ensconced in bliss, each in-form node is stirred
22-March-2022
Patti se ghasri oos ki bund hu mai
Bhinn mera rang nhi;
kya sirf iss wajah se pani m gum hu mai?
Here is my home, swell,
It is where I do dwell,
I fit into this 'burb real well,
In summer, hot as hell,
I sit here with my coffee,
To gaze at society,
You do appear strange to me,
Want to know what I think about thee?
My home is here, all is well,
I fit into my little town real swell!
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