1) Right thru these four walls
Out into the city
Maxicabs are flashing by
Limousines just glide
2) You can feel the music pumping
You can feel the city vibe
Energy in action
Solicitude you can’t find
The girls are out there walking…….
There’s something out there stalking……
3) It feeds off all the flavours
The smells, the tastes, the sights
No concrete self-awareness
Its animal; its alive
4) It hides, conceals awaits
For its unsuspecting foes
They scream out loud
It sucks – they stop!
It feeds, moves on, it preys
(Verse 1 repeat)
Right thru these four walls
Out into the city
Maxicabs are flashing by
Limousines just glide
5) Is it all that pretty
Is it all that nice
Or is it out there waiting
Like your other side
6) Which world do you live in
To which you go to hide
Or are you a silent stalker
© Timothy Miller 1998
Start with a long slow guitar driving sound – basically a strum that goes on and on – repeated a few times – slowly building in volume – Bass to be keeping a very low volume
8 beats before verse 1 starts the drums will start with a double tap- off beat and then first beat
After 1st verse increase bass volume
At end of 1st verse drums crash in – starting from high tom and crashing down and then keep on drumming – rhythm drives into a big walled sound
Stop the rhythm guitar and bass for a couple of secs to say ‘the girls are out there walking” then one big strum then stop again for “there’s something out there stalking” – this sentence to be said with a huge delay (sounds like being inside a big empty warehouse) and an echo to get a “stalking…. talkin… alkin….” Echo
Now the rhythm and bass come back and the temp speeds up
Now come up one key and into a more frenzied attack on the rhythm guitar as the next 2 verses (3 & 4) are sung one after the other.
Go to a quick bridge into the lead guitar starting a long winding riff getting higher and higher ending in a big feed back loop to fade back to just the basic starting sound – drums finish up with some big rolls then go to brushes – or else real light
Repeat verse 1
Verses 5 & 6 sung one after the other
last two lines of verse 6 to be at an almost hush as the sound fades out – but as singer finishes “feeding off the vibe” the drums crash back in and all the guitars go back into an all out finish off
This from an email from Microsoft.
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This is a poem i wrote in 1997 when my daughter Miranda was 1 year old.
She is now 16 and a half a beautiful young lady.
One day my little daughter - you will read this - I love you Miranda
My little daughter - how precious you are to me
I wish you never had to grow up
You are such a precocious child
The looks you give me are so mischevious
You imitate me in so many ways
You shake your head and cluck your tongue
You want to be like your Dad
He wants to show you how its done
But your dad sometimes hasn’t a clue
He has no idea what to do
He does what hurts when he wants to protect
Those he loves from the pain inside
I want to say what needs to be said
Instead I find myself writing this poem
I only hope you never know
The pain that can hurt so badly
© Timothy Miller 1997
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