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Eudora Records Archive Project #2: Last Days of August/The Remington Split 7"
Released May 1999.
Audio from DAT transfer completed Fall 2023.
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we are still taking registration for junior tap. Come and join the fun! Once open, class will be on Fridays from 3:15-3:45 for 7-11yrs. #tapdance #tapclass #beginnerstap #phoeonixartsbelfast (at Fisherwick Presbyterian Church)
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Full booklet for Last Days of August’s “Complete Recordings 1997-2000″
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The complete lyrics of Last Days of August
Limited Double Cassette, Digital, and Streaming available at https://linktr.ee/beginnerstapes
WISHFUL THINKING
WHEN I SEE YOU IN THE STARS, SETTLES MY SOUL LIKE SAND. WELL, I AM JUST ERODING IN YOUR EMBRACE. SHE'S THE TRIP THAT I CAN'T STOP FROM TAKING. I'LL WAIT THERE AND I'LL KNOW. AM I SILT SLIPPING THROUGH YOUR HANDS? SHE'S THE LIGHTHOUSE AND THE CLIFF I AM FACING, BUT NOW YOU PROJECT YOURSELF SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE CRACKS AND THE CLOUDS. ONLY RECOGNIZING THE BUILDINGS WITHOUT ELEVATORS. SO SADDENED THEY LOOK HIGHER EVERY DAY. WITH A CRAZY-EYED CURRENT AND A WIND SHE SAID SHE'S BEEN MAKING, IT'S OVER. I MAY NOT SURVIVE WITHOUT TWO.
BRAILLE
HOW DOES IT FEEL TO KNOW I BEAT YOU AT YOUR OWN GAME? YOU'RE THE ONE. BECAUSE TONIGHT IS ALL I KNOW AND THE SKY IS WHERE I'LL GO. YOU LOOK IN MY EYES AND SEE A MAN YOU NEED TO BE. IN MY MIND, EVERYONE HAS DARK EYES. YOU THOUGHT YOU HAD SOMETHING... WELL I SHOT THAT DOWN. DIDN'T I? IT'S OVER, I BEAT YOU. YOU KNEW IT, I PROVED IT.
IN HEAVEN EVERYTHING'S FINE
WAITING FOR DAYBREAK, MINUTES FROM HOME. MAYBE YOU'LL SURVIVE WITHOUT AUTUMN LEAVES IN VERNAL SNOW. I SAT THERE WITH YOU, MY FINGERS TRACING OVER YOUR FACE, THEN CLEARING YOUR TEARS. I CAN SEE THE BOTTOM YOU'LL SOON BE HITTING, BUT I'LL BE THERE. SOMEDAY WE'LL FIND OUT, AND WE WILL NEVER LURE, THE LIGHT THAT BLINDS US, TO WHAT WE HAD BEFORE. WE'RE NOT FALLING DOWN ANYMORE. I GUESS THE THINGS WE HEARD YESTERDAY CAN'T SCARE US.
A SAILOR'S DREAM
WITH FEAR FACING EACH DAY, I'VE BECOME AN EXPERT AT PRETENDING. MY REFLECTION IS RARELY CLEAR IF EVER THERE. I'M NOT CRAWLING TO YOU; I'LL WAIT FOR YOU. THE BLUE IN HER EYES IS ENOUGH. WITH THE SUDDEN FALL OF HER GRACE, AND THE STUNNING CALMNESS OF HER VOICE. I'LL BE WAITING FOR MY SLEEP, WHERE I'LL SEE HER AGAIN. I MISS YOUR HAND IN MINE.
MARATHON
"BOYS DON'T CRY", I HEARD YOU SAY. SO WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? I ASK MYSELF EIGHT DAYS A WEEK. I WOULD RACE THE SUN DOWN TO THE END OF THIS ISLAND. "YOU KNOW DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING. YOU CAN'T SEE WHAT I'VE BEEN DREAMING. I LEFT YOU WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING. I ONLY SAID I LOVE YOU". SHE SAID, "BOYS DON'T CRY, I HEARD?" I GUESS THERE'S NO BETTER TIME FOR ME TO BE A MAN.
FIRST LIGHT, FALSE DAWN
DON'T SAY I'M LIKE YOU. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT RUNS THROUGH MY VEINS. YOU'RE THE RAIN THAT WASHES ME AWAY. KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME.
THE ART OF BREATHING
I SILENTLY MOLD CLOUDS INTO PLANETS AND THE BIRDS INTO BRILLIANT STARS BEFORE THE EYES OF NOBODY. NOBODY'S EVER WATCHING. EVERY SINGLE THING IS IMPORTANT, BUT NOBODY'S EVER WATCHING. TODAY I WANTED TO DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN. TO STARE AT THE DENSE AIR AND REVEAL THE HUMILITY IN THE ART OF BREATHING. TO DANCE IN THE MOTIONLESS RAIN AND REPLACE THAT HUMILITY WITH JOY... WE PLAY THESE GAMES, JUST TO FIND OUT WHO WE ARE.
CAROUSEL
IT'S HARD NOT TO REMEMBER, AS THOUGHTS OF WARMTH LINGER ON. YOU'RE MY CAROUSEL, LIKE THE ONES WE USED TO RIDE. ALWAYS WE WILL CHANGE, AND I KNOW THAT THIS IS TRUE, LIKE SHATTERED STATUES ON MY WALL. AS THE DARKNESS STEALS MY LIGHT. I BEGIN TO TAKE BACK MY LIFE. ROUND AND ROUND (FOR WHAT HAS ALWAYS BEEN FOREVER), TAKE COMFORT IN YOUR FRIENDS, OR THIS DAY WILL NEVER END. DON'T SPEAK; YOUR VOICE MAY MAKE ME FALL APART. YOU CAN'T EXPLAIN THE LOVE I FELT FROM YOUR CARESS, THE HOLY IMAGE THAT IT LEFT.
CHEATING DISTANCE
IT'S ALL I EVER KNEW, I GUESS IT'S ALL THAT I HAD TO KNOW. SHE SAID, "I WON'T GO THERE". MY BLANKETED SIGHS WERE USED, AND THEY WILL BE SURFACED SOON. WITH ALL THE KILL OF MARCH, I FADE AWAY FROM YOU. CAN YOU REMEMBER ONE THING ABOUT ME? MY TEARS FALL LIKE RAIN FOR YOU. EACH PASSING DAY IS LIVED FOR YOU. DO YOU STILL THINK OF ME, THE WAY I STILL DO OF YOU? WITH ALL THE KILL OF MARCH, I FADE AWAY FROM YOU.
PAPER HEARTS AND BROKEN GLASS
THESE ARE THE LAST WORDS I SAY TO YOU. EVENTUALLY FORGOTTEN, BLURRY-EYED FAR AWAY FOREVER. AROUND THE CORNER IN MY MIND, I MIGHT JUST HAVE TO GIVE IDEAS A TRY. SO WE CAN BOTH BE WRONG THIS TIME. WHEN EVERYTHING ELSE DISAPPEARS, AT LEAST I WON'T HAVE TO PRETEND.
WRITTEN IN WHITE INK
I TRIED. WAKING UP AGAIN SEEMS SO THOUGHTLESS. LOOKING FORWARD TO NOTHING BUT USELESS TRIES. SUNLIGHT'S DENIAL OF MY SKIN LEAVES ME ALONE WHERE I BEGAN. IT'S WHERE I BELONG. EACH TEARDROP THAT I SHED. HOLD GALAXIES WITHIN. WHEN TIME FLIES I WANT TO GRAB ITAND BREAK ITS WINGS. DO YOU SHARE THIS WITH ME? I'LL WALK ONE STEP FURTHER TO DENOUNCE THE WAY I FEEL. IT'S WRITTEN IN HER DIARY, HER DIARY. LOOK INSIDE MY EYES. I'M HIDING PRECIOUS LIES. STILL I MUST IMAGINE. THIS IS ONLY PRETEND. IT'S GLOWING OVER ME. THAT RAN MY MOUTH FOR ME ONLY A FLASH COULD CAPTURE. RAN MY MOUTH.
BALTIMORE AGAIN
WHEN THE HOURS TURNED DAYS INTO YEARS, I GAVE ALL I COULD I LOVED ALL I WOULD. THE RED INTERVENTION BURNED MY THROAT AS IT RAPED ME BEFORE I COULD SCREAM. IT WAS GONE... IT SALTED... IT WAS GONE... IT SALTED... SWEAT FROM MY HANDS DOVE OFF MY FINGERTIPS, IN HARMONY WITH MY HEART BREAKS. I'LL NEVER FORGET THIS. I'M FORCED, TO REMEMBER, TO REMEMBER. LET ME TASTE YOUR BREATH ON MY LIPS, RUN MY FINGERS DOWN YOUR FACE. I CAN'T HELP BUT THINK; I NEED TO TOUCH YOU. I'VE SOARED ON WINGS THAT CAN'T HOLD ME BACK ANYMORE. EACH SCRATCH ON MY CHEST SPEAKS THE WORDS. I DON'T REFLECT IN YOUR EYES ANYMORE.
SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY
YOU’RE LIKE AN ORNAMENT DRESSED UP IN GOLD. WHEN I DISHONOR YOU, YOU JUST RUST AND GROW OLD. I’M LOOKING FOR NOTHING. I’M LOOKING FOR NO ONE, AT ALL. I TAKE A LEAP IN THE DARK MY NEXT STEP IS LUMINOUS… GOEDEL’S SHADOW’S ON MY TRAIL, HOW BAD I WANT TO LOSE HIM. THIS IS WHERE IT HAS TO LAY. WHOSE WORDS ON ANGELS PROVED TRUE? THEY WERE HIDING IN THE ARCHITECTURE ALL ALONG. WITH A KNIFE IN MY POCKET AND A HEART IN MY HAND, I’LL MOVE ON. YOU’RE SO OLD, YOU ARE SO DEAD. SIX WAYS FROM SUNDAY.
WORDS I WISH WERE MINE
I LONG FOR LIFE I LONG TO BE LIKE EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU. IT HURTS TO BE ME. SO PLEASE TAKE IT IN. WHERE YOU GONNA GO WHEN I AM NOT IN YOUR PICTURES ANYMORE? BUT FACES NEVER SUIT THE NAMES THEY GAVE THEMSELVES. YOU JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND. EYES AWAY.
DEAD BOYS CLUB
WATER-FILLED LUNGS ARE HELPING ME BREATHE THE STREET SIGNS HUM YOUR NAME, IT’S SLOWLY KILLING ME. MOVE FROM THERE YOU’RE BLOCKING MY WIND. THE SIMPLEST THINGS ARE WORTH MORE THAN YOU HAVE. I’VE BEEN SET AT HALF-MAST. I’VE CAREFULLY PLANNED MY CLUMSINESS TO THE POINT OF EFFORTLESSNESS. I’VE LOST MYSELF WITH THE LOSS OF YOU. YOUR CHEMICAL IMBALANCE IS MAKING ME NAUSEOUS, BEHIND CLOSED DOORS I AM MEMORIZING WALLS. I’VE BEEN SET AT HALF-MAST. I TRIED TO RELAY THE URGENCY.
CAROUSELS
SEE LYRICS FOR CAROUSEL
MY SKY
I AM SLOWLY STARTING TO REMEMBER YOU, AFTER ALL THESE YEARS… AND THE STORIES, THE ECHOES, ARE STAGNANT IN MY MIND… I MISS YOU, THE STORIES, THE ECHOES. GROWING UP WITHOUT YOUR SOFT TOUCH HAS AFFECTED ME MORE THAN YOU CAN KNOW. IT BURNS INSIDE TO THINK I WASN’T THERE WHEN YOU DIED. ONE PHOTOGRAPH, THE LOOK IN YOUR EYES MAKES ME CRY AND I WANT TO SEE THEM AGAIN. WE SAW IT, WE FELT IT, WE HAD IT. WE KNOW THAT YOU SAW IT. I FELT IT, I FELT IT. I KNOW YOU’RE REACHING OUT; YOUR HANDS ARE IN THE CLOUDS. WE HAVE TO UNDERSTAND THAT YOU’RE GONE.
HOLY THURSDAY
SEE LYRICS FOR THE ART OF BREATHING
FAY
AIRPLANES FLY BY MY WAY. LEAVING TRAILS OF LETTERS. FOR MY TOWN TO SEE. IS SOMEONE TRYING TO TALK TO ME? I’LL PICK UP THESE ROCKS AND THROW THEM AS FAR AS I CAN… PRAYING THE WHITE ONES WILL NEVER HIT THE GROUND. MAKING WISHES NEVER WORKED FOR ME. KISSING CLOCKS IS FOOLISH JUST SHELTER ME. SEND ME DOWN AN ANGEL SO I CAN PRETEND THAT THE EYES I LOOK INTO CAN TELL ME WHO I AM.
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Lovely first week of beginner's tap. Really looking forward to meeting the others next week 😃 #beginnerstap #phoenixartsbelfast #pxarts #weekone (at Belfast, United Kingdom)
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