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Once there was a bird who wanted to know how he sounded when he sang. So he recorded his voice on a tape recorder. He decided that he sounded very good.
this uses time and effort and captures anything that you can say which is a great thing so `i agree that it should be very good to continue and so thaere is no way I am going to manage this amd there it all is in a nutshell so there is very good may wi
I’m sure I need a recorder for the lectures so I can play back on the drive home. I saw a cool one for my nano that I’ll definitely get and use if I have the opportunity.
In fourth grade we all had to learn to play the recorder. I was really good at it despite my inability to read music. The class all told about my incredible talent…too bad I received a failing grade!
This makes me think back to fourth grade when we learned to play with a recorder in music class. I used to think so highly of my musical ability, and the recorder was no different. I remember being such a teacher’s pet, but oh well. Times have changed.
I pushed record than beagn to speak I had no idea what I would say but my dtory had to be told. They weren’t going to forget my name even if I had to shout the to the world where to go. I knew deep inside I had a pourpos
the daunting task of learning an instrument comes with an ability to use creativity in that way. I hated it. Mostly because I sucked at it. Strangely people don’t understand how the simple act of learning to play a recorder can be apparently hard. Maybe the mental block I had against the horrible noise prevented me from enjoying the music in any way and thus never being able to play one well enough!
recorder is something that I have no idea what to write about. I’m not even sure what recorder is. I think I know, though. Anyway it is a playing device if I’m not mistaking. Wit
Determined to master the tune, she stood hands clasped around the ebony recorder, fingers poised to plug the holes which magically revealed such music.
a recorder is a type of musical intstrument i know little about. i’m pretty sure it’s a wind instrument. i’ve never played a wind instrument. well that’s a lie i have but only briefly. i would imagine it to be grey. or brown. with a white tip at the end where you blow into. cue innuendo. maybe it has holes?
i like to think one day they will invent a time machine recorder – that like a PVR will recored important moments in your life – so you can go back to the beuatiful ones – but erases the bad moments.
How do we record our lives? I have started a blog and it has nothing in it, too afraid to show the world what’s inside or what’s happening, so that’s what I need. A recorder.
recorder elicits NO creative juices in me. anxious to see what others got from it…
recorder in my mind plays the tape over and over with the same sad song, same sad lines..
Why would I want to write about one word can’t it be more. One is so alone. If I’m alone there is already so much to do, so imagine what you can do if you where with two?
on the boat, alongside the the
The The – Oh fiendish enemy of mine!
In the valley, under cliffs, I wonder down
DOWN DOWN
beneath the earth. unto the thing thing thing
Why?
a recorder is something I need to remind me what is important in my day. My mind freezes or gets caught in a loop of unimportant trivia. I need a loving voice to inspire me and urge me on…
It was her job. Simply to record. Just the facts, ma’am. No interpretation, no story of meaning. Her brain had been chemically altered while she was still in gestation, just so she could be the one who saw only truth. The first shot was fired. The world’s end began. And she was the recorder.
he listened to the sound of the recorder through the thin wall partition and wished for the millionth time he had thicker walls between him and the Thompson’s. Either that or he wished he could go over there and stick Peter’s recorder where the sun doesn’t shine.
your headlines are banal. ‘short-person in shock trip?’ it doesn’t even make sense. I expect more from a Daily Recorder reporter. Give me quality and don’t answer back with exactly what I’ve just said to you. It’s annoying.
Events, the passing of time, dairies, videotaping and such. Record of events, afraid to lose those memories. That’s why you record. to keep track, to remember.
music, playing, schooldays shorts talcum powder the smell of him drinking milk through straw teachers with brown hair not the end of the world plastic necklaces and spotted dick I remember the pain under the table throwing
It’s an instrument. The fourth grade–we all got them. just imagine: a bunch of little kids in rows, one teacher trying to tell us how to make it happen. How to finger the notes, how to make the sound come out. music is magical, even if it’s in a silly instrument like a recorder.
This is a musical instrument, it makes a horrible sound but children like to play them. The word is also used to describe something that memorises sound or events like a video recorder
ne yazıcamki bilmiyorum
bı kayıt cıhazımız vardı
aysenel doldurduyduk
cok da guzels arkılar cıktıydı
hmmmmmmmmm
su anda ne yaptıgım hakkında en ufak bır fıkrım yok
yaz dedı yazıom
hadı bakalım
Once there was a bird who wanted to know how he sounded when he sang. So he recorded his voice on a tape recorder. He decided that he sounded very good.
I have random thought is my head. If only I had a recorder. Nobody would believe what goes on in there.
re= again
cord= rope
er= umm… her?
recorder= rope her again
sorry, i’m not interested in women.
I don’t want to write about a recorder.
voglia di stare soli e registrare la propria vita come uno sconosciuto guardando dall’alto e senza giudicare guardare, viva la vita per quello che
this uses time and effort and captures anything that you can say which is a great thing so `i agree that it should be very good to continue and so thaere is no way I am going to manage this amd there it all is in a nutshell so there is very good may wi
you said you loved me,
but i guess i should have recorded those words
(just to prove to you that
they weren’t true).
music is a lovely thing, i like 2 sing, with my own little wooden recorder that mommy bought for me, at christmas 1963.
I’m sure I need a recorder for the lectures so I can play back on the drive home. I saw a cool one for my nano that I’ll definitely get and use if I have the opportunity.
remaining in the same place
when I see my friend she always brings her recorder and plays it squeekly along to my flute, it is not a pretty sound…
recorder
I played recorder the whole day long, until my lips and cheeks were tired from holding their puckered shape, but still the creature never returned.
In fourth grade we all had to learn to play the recorder. I was really good at it despite my inability to read music. The class all told about my incredible talent…too bad I received a failing grade!
This makes me think back to fourth grade when we learned to play with a recorder in music class. I used to think so highly of my musical ability, and the recorder was no different. I remember being such a teacher’s pet, but oh well. Times have changed.
I pushed record than beagn to speak I had no idea what I would say but my dtory had to be told. They weren’t going to forget my name even if I had to shout the to the world where to go. I knew deep inside I had a pourpos
i wanna record everyting happened in my life with a recorder can i ?
the daunting task of learning an instrument comes with an ability to use creativity in that way. I hated it. Mostly because I sucked at it. Strangely people don’t understand how the simple act of learning to play a recorder can be apparently hard. Maybe the mental block I had against the horrible noise prevented me from enjoying the music in any way and thus never being able to play one well enough!
when my sister picked up her first recorder from her music class in sixth grade, she played it endlessly. it was very annoying.
recorder is something that I have no idea what to write about. I’m not even sure what recorder is. I think I know, though. Anyway it is a playing device if I’m not mistaking. Wit
Mein Videorekorder ist alt und staubig. Die B
Determined to master the tune, she stood hands clasped around the ebony recorder, fingers poised to plug the holes which magically revealed such music.
some dificult one word questions related to our motherland
a recorder is a type of musical intstrument i know little about. i’m pretty sure it’s a wind instrument. i’ve never played a wind instrument. well that’s a lie i have but only briefly. i would imagine it to be grey. or brown. with a white tip at the end where you blow into. cue innuendo. maybe it has holes?
i like to think one day they will invent a time machine recorder – that like a PVR will recored important moments in your life – so you can go back to the beuatiful ones – but erases the bad moments.
Bill hated school perforances, ‘death by recorder’ he called them.
Recorder – notary, someone who records.
How do we record our lives? I have started a blog and it has nothing in it, too afraid to show the world what’s inside or what’s happening, so that’s what I need. A recorder.
recorder elicits NO creative juices in me. anxious to see what others got from it…
recorder in my mind plays the tape over and over with the same sad song, same sad lines..
Why would I want to write about one word can’t it be more. One is so alone. If I’m alone there is already so much to do, so imagine what you can do if you where with two?
on the boat, alongside the the
The The – Oh fiendish enemy of mine!
In the valley, under cliffs, I wonder down
DOWN DOWN
beneath the earth. unto the thing thing thing
Why?
a recorder is something I need to remind me what is important in my day. My mind freezes or gets caught in a loop of unimportant trivia. I need a loving voice to inspire me and urge me on…
It was her job. Simply to record. Just the facts, ma’am. No interpretation, no story of meaning. Her brain had been chemically altered while she was still in gestation, just so she could be the one who saw only truth. The first shot was fired. The world’s end began. And she was the recorder.
he listened to the sound of the recorder through the thin wall partition and wished for the millionth time he had thicker walls between him and the Thompson’s. Either that or he wished he could go over there and stick Peter’s recorder where the sun doesn’t shine.
your headlines are banal. ‘short-person in shock trip?’ it doesn’t even make sense. I expect more from a Daily Recorder reporter. Give me quality and don’t answer back with exactly what I’ve just said to you. It’s annoying.
Events, the passing of time, dairies, videotaping and such. Record of events, afraid to lose those memories. That’s why you record. to keep track, to remember.
tape
music, playing, schooldays shorts talcum powder the smell of him drinking milk through straw teachers with brown hair not the end of the world plastic necklaces and spotted dick I remember the pain under the table throwing
It’s an instrument. The fourth grade–we all got them. just imagine: a bunch of little kids in rows, one teacher trying to tell us how to make it happen. How to finger the notes, how to make the sound come out. music is magical, even if it’s in a silly instrument like a recorder.
This is a musical instrument, it makes a horrible sound but children like to play them. The word is also used to describe something that memorises sound or events like a video recorder