Good music comes out of people playing together, knowing what they want to do and going for it. You have to sweat over it and bug it to death. You can't do it by pushing buttons and watching a TV screen.
quote by Keith Richards
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Watching TV
Smiling and a whispering
A caress of skin
That loving kiss
Just me and you
But more a nightmare
In the screen
Because it is not the I see
But their sweat lingering
Lovingly
I'm alone and unseen
Watching TV
Knowing the only sweat
Accompanying me
Are those gentle drops
Leaking from my eyes
Indefinitely
poem by April Swan
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Working Up A Sweat
Aw, When you touch there, honey
Makes my blood perspire
You got my body flaming
Like a California fire
Pulsing, pounding, pushing
No longer in control
Heatwave in my brain
Smolder in my soul
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Spontaneous combustion
Scientific fact
But your approach to friction
An unnatural act
Bells I hear ain't fire drills
I hope you understand
It's a bona fide five alarmer
Melting in my hand
You got me workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Yeah, yeah
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Dante's famed inferno
Was a trip to hell and back
But you and a bottle in a cheap hotel
Screams pyromaniac
Bandages came off today
Really feeling sick
The hardest part's explainin'
All those blisters on my - nose!
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
Time I was gettin' home
But I've got no place to get
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
I've been playing all night long
'Bout time I was gettin' home
But I've, ooh
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
Workin' up a sweat
song performed by by Alice Cooper
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Move In
Move in, move in
Move in, watch me move in
Invite me to a party
Hang some colour on the walls
It makes me feel like eighteen
Im gonna change things for us all
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Our worlds turned round but thats okay
Yet, things still look the same
People dancing so much
Keep it pushing come what may
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
I see the lights are low now
But still the faces glow
A year thats full of zeros
Yet who knows what that holds
Sooner or later the music goes
I see a trace of sweat on your face
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, move in
Remember now the times we had
Move in, watch me move in
Remember now the times we had
Lead on
Oh the music goes
And I feel it pushing on, baby
I feel its pushing
Push against me
Please, stop
I feel the music
Inside me
song performed by by Texas
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)
PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009
People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
poem by Lee B. Mack
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Traped in the Web
These are the pictures, these are the feelings form the front line
Welcome to your future, welcome to your book of lies
Love in jail without space
Pushing buttons, screen feelings pretty grace
Making new friends, smiling with strangers
Speaking with them by moving your fingers
Pretty words without colour inside
Playing tricks from behind, trouble strangle your mind
You think everything is going nice
No matter if for you are cooking lies
This is what you choose
This is the future that you can not refuse
poem by Saintman Crosswire
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I still think that I'm playing instruments, not just pushing buttons and there it goes. It's interactive and alive with the sound and the manipulation and it plays like instruments.
Music come again
Never winning head is spinning emotions cross to their beginning
Music love music lost death is here inside of us
Always wanting always needing knife will cut until there’s bleeding
Words wont flow thoughts wont move did I ever have that groove
Art for art or so they said get these words out of my head
Selling out I wont go just don’t need it any more
Time keeps ticking like the drum will I ever have that fun
Girl and boy heart and love music is the freeing one
Can I make one last stand will the music come again
People pushing you back down to the soundless cold hard ground
Will they take music from me and rip my heart out oh so gently
Never knowing what to do a deep deep darkness finding you
Forget these words and forget the music did I ever want to do it?
I suppose because I have a good ear, I could pick out harmonies and learn by ear. I still think that you have to have an ear for music to really be able to feel and understand what you're playing. You can learn by watching and listening to other people.
quote by Mick Taylor
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Push Upstairs
Tina lives in berlin
Her voice so seldom
On my machine
Is here tonight
And Im on the market
And when Im on a market
Words move faster
Wire and clouds move
Thin between us
Like a skin
Like a salty skin
For a seed
A fat circles
A smiling smiling
Her voice so intentionally
Smiling
And a cloud between us
And these are my intentions
Pushing [x7]
Push
Ah [x10]
? the blonde
Is carrying something
Is carrying me
And someone I used to be
Great plastic someone
Blue plastic girl
Your dream is
Pushing [x5]
Pushed away your body is
Pushing [x3]
Pushed away your
Come me for the unbelieve
Carry on song
Lipstick fodder
The boyfriend blond
Between the holes of sheets
Is professionally poised
Faces watching her
Shes watching the faces
Watching her
Pushin [x3]
Push
Pushing [x3]
Love [x5]
Ha
Pushing [x3]
Push
Push
Pushing [x3]
Love [x9]
Ha [x10]
song performed by by Underworld
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Black Bruises I
I can stare into the blackness,
the void of many abysses
behind every dark curtains
I can endure calm and silence
watching pole dancers grind,
watching stars scintillate,
watching still shadows on the walls,
watching dislimned reflections,
watching trees pass me by,
watching ethers wash the screen,
watching my lonely feet,
watching little things sway;
but am I the only one watching
these black bruised visions?
poem by Norman Santos
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Buttons
I have been watching the war map slammed up for advertising in front of the newspaper office.
Buttons—red and yellow buttons—blue and black buttons—are shoved back and forth across the map.
A laughing young man, sunny with freckles,
Climbs a ladder, yells a joke to somebody in the crowd,
And then fixes a yellow button one inch west
And follows the yellow button with a black button one inch west.
(Ten thousand men and boys twist on their bodies in a red soak along a river edge,
Gasping of wounds, calling for water, some rattling death in their throats.)
Who would guess what it cost to move two buttons one inch on the war map here in front of the newspaper office where the freckle-faced young man is laughing to us?
poem by Carl Sandburg
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It's a music video but she was real specific on the character that Mary J. Blige was playing, and that I was playing in this video and I told her whenever you get to jump to the big screen I'd love to come with you and she honored that.
quote by Blair Underwood
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In A Room Of So Many
In this room I am one with myself,
I sit alone, away from them, from the people,
I sit in the chair in the back, with only myself,
None notices me except the two people next to me.
They sit around me laughing with friends, playing their games,
They are all happy, all together, with one another,
But thats what it is to them, a game,
They don't need more people they don; t need another.
The girl on my right sits, lost, in her book,
Maybe she's there with the characters, in the past, or maybe the futrue,
She looks from word to word page to page within her book.
This is her pasttime, her fantsy, she is lost to know the books future.
To my left a boy sits facing the wall, music playing,
Both thumbs pressed against the small arrow keys,
POKeMON is what he sits and plays;
The small animals battleing growing, and looking for keys.
And here, in the middle of them of all the others, I sit alone,
At the tabble in my bubble of scilence, the aloness of being non-social,
In my green chair I write, alone.
If only I could talk to them, if only I were social.
So many people playing so many things,
UNO, rummy, conect four, cards and sharades,
These are only a few of the things,
Yet they don't notice me, my longing to know them, my own sharades.
This room is filled with every feeling, everything good,
So few differences, yet so many,
I feel apart from them, yet in a way watching feels good.,
Sitill I sit and I write, I am alone, I am one, in the room of so many.
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Nonjudgmental
During the rush hours
Crowded and tired to get home
Appealing music comes from the corner
Ears listen to the music without any hesitation
Turn and twist
Listening and smiling
Watching the TV screen for the train arrival
Continues to listen till the train arrives
Different color and different environment
Walked side by side before the train door closes
Every heart stops by to appreciate it
Token of thanks provided from every pocket
Playing the music endlessly at the corner of the subway
Smiling and spreading the tune
Not being judged by Simon
Accepting all the compliments and still continues to play
poem by Tenzin Whitetara
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Phone Rant
Just dial 611 and the nightmare begins.
To refill a straight talk touch screen phone without the walmart card.
First I have to unlock the screen then push some buttons.
But either it won't unlock, or the key I press are not the ones entered.
Finally I end up talking to a real person, but her English is as good as my Spanish.
Qué dijo?
Absolute gibberish to me.
If were so hard up on jobs in america, why don't we hire more in costomer service?
The reason I have to go through this is I can't always get to walmart cause I don't even own a car.
And the second reason is I'm not on the auto refill program.
They are two reason for that, if something has to go it will be the phone before my rent, and the other is I don't need them screwing up my checking account.
Anyways next phone I buy will not be purely touch screen...
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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It's Death Again
It's Death again - He's always there -
Watching, waiting - e'er the stare!
Every time I look behind
Or reach to pull the window blind,
I catch a glimpse of grubby hood -
A little clue to where he stood;
The glint of light that caught the scythe.
Perhaps if I could pay a tithe…
But O! no use, he'll never go.
The adamant phantom; don't you know
He will but wait until it's time
For me to hear His fateful chime? -
The toll that claims my destiny,
To Hail: 'You're next, it has to be…'
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2009
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Dance Like No One's Watching
Dance like no one's watching
Feel the rhythm, Match the pace
Let the air fan your face
Forget about your sorrow
As if there's no tomorrow....
Dance like no one's watching....
Bend your body, Tap your feet
Listen to your own heartbeat
Sense your mind's pleasure
Which you cannot measure
Dance like no one's watching....
Let your soul laugh and cry
Till your throat runs dry
Feel the tiny beads of sweat
No No! Do Not Rest!
Dance like no one's watching.....
Let the music lead you
Where ever it wants to
And very soon you will possess
Some kind of golden happiness
Dance like no one's watching.....
Feel the life of eternity
Before coming back to reality
See your body's inner peace
And then only you will finish
The Dance that no one was watching
poem by Kaavyaa Kriday
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Cruisin Music
(eric carmen)
Get up in the morning
Check out the weather
If it looks like sun
I get my things together
Throw some cutoffs on
Got my tank-top and tennies now
And head for the beach
Well Im drivin down the highway
Losin all my patience
Pushin all the buttons
Tryin to find a station
With a screamin jock
Turnin out my daily ration of
(cruisin music, sure good music)
To put the fun back in summertime
I need some cruisin music to make everything alright
Well Im flyin down the freeway
Floatin like a feather
Ive got my windows rolled down
In the hot summer weather
With my radio up loud
Nothing makes me feel better
Than some good rock n roll
(good good, good rock and roll)
Those suntanned girls
Are lookin outta sight
A beach-drenched chick
Would never get uptight
cause when the sun goes down
Well be dancin through the night and singin
(cruisin music, sure good music)
To put the pop back in summertime
I need some cruisin music to make everythin alright
Its time you heard some happy music
God knows this world could really use a little sunshine
So wont you make mine
(yeah)
You know I need some more of that
(cruisin music, sure good music)
To put the fun back in summertime
I need some cruisin music to make everything alright
(cruisin music, sure good music)
To put the fun back in summertime
I need some cruisin music to make everything alright
song performed by by Eric Carmen
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The Music
I hear the music
The music is playing
The music is soft
The music is now fading
The music is gone
Which means so is my life
No music means no life
The music is gone
Come back to me music
The Music is begining
I have a life
The music is pretty
The Music is wonderful
Oh no
The music is fading again
I love the music
The music is gone
Good bye music
poem by Kathryn Thompson
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It usually takes two people a little while to learn where the funny buttons are and testy buttons are.
quote by Matt Lauer
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