With other people, you're always swapping music. Somebody is always listening to something you've never heard. It's a great way to hear all sorts of new things.
quote by Tracy Chapman
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The great thing about art on any level is that it can speak to all people if it’s achieved properly. When I’ve heard a piece of music or seen a painting that moves me, it gives me something. That’s such an incredibly special experience. I have intentions as a writer, but people — when they’re listening to a track — will take from it what they interpret. Sometimes people mishear my lyrics and think a song’s about something it isn’t. That doesn’t matter. If it speaks to them and they get something positive from it, it’s great.
quote by Kate Bush
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When Listening To 'Rhapsody In Blue
WHEN LISTENING TO ‘RHAPSODY IN BLUE’
Who can say why this Music moves me so
Why it brings my soul to tears
Why it makes me feel there is a Beauty
Great beyond all dreams
And a wonder and joy in life
Which only music can reach?
Who can say why I hear in these sounds
My soul in some other dimension of longing
Some other world of Love
Great as the past lost
As my parents no longer here
As a time we listened to this together?
Who can say what this music means
And why I love it so and in its listening long for
All those I love-
Never to be here -
Always near- again.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Soundtrack
It brings back those great years
Sounds of 'Perfidia' on strings
Sheer magic to listening ears
A great time for sweet remembering.
Just sleek music from those guitars
Will never fail to make my day
But the best one I have heard so far
Was Mark Knopfler, I must say.
It takes great skill, sharp precision
And a sensitive ear tuned to the beat
What they had was a consuming passion
Their music was more than just a treat!
So I rest the night with 'Sleepwalk'
Perhaps wake-up to the beat of 'Apache'
I'm happy to be one of the old folks
And guitar music's really best for me!
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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Saint Bernard in the fields at Clairvaux. For Hilary.
That day as the sun set,
its afterglow flooded the world with light
like the meeting of heaven and earth; then
the great bell of the abbey tolled the vesper;
the workers in the fields lowered their scythes
and bowed their heads or knelt on the sharp stubble;
a grasshopper rested on the rough hem of my robe;
nature held its breath and knew eternity
I listened as the echo of the bell
took all my listening, and then
was heard no more; but listening remained;
the silence became full of all things, and
all things were praise and
all things were love and
all things were understanding:
there I heard no other;
there I saw no other;
there I understood no other;
but was infinity itself
love itself is understanding;
understanding is itself all love.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Brain Constipation
Somebody hear me, somebody listen to me
Am I alone in this world
Is there anyone listening?
Appease me, cant find a reason to be
Alienation, is taking over me
Im going away, cant go on any longer
I really dont know why I just gotta die
I never thought this was how it would end
The body swinging,
I see it over and over again
Vanian singing, can I ever listen to it again?
A cry for attention was a cry never heard
With no one listening,
There was nothing to be heard
Nothing to be heard
song performed by by NOFX
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Beautiful Music
Before I knew that I was blessed
When I was just like the rest of the people
Who never let dreams in their minds
Music would play and say
Maybe you're wastin' your time
Before I knew what good could be
When I couldn't see the need or the reason
For trusting in me or my star
Music would play and say
Hey, what a dummy you are!
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Before I saw my life in lights
When I couldn't taste the nights I was missin'
I'd listen alone in my bed
And music would sing to me
Things no one else even said
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
-acapo
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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The Great Deception
Did you ever hear about the great deception
Well the plastic revolutionaries take the money and run
Have you ever been down to love city
Where they rip you off with a smile
And it dont take a gun
Dont it hurt so bad in love city
Dont it make you not want to bother at all
And dont they look so self righteous
When they pin you up against the wall
Did you ever, ever see the people
With the tear drops in their eyes
I just cant stand it, stand it no how
Living in this world of lies
Did you ever hear about the rock and roll singers
Got three or four cadillacs
Saying power to the people, dance to the music
Wants you to pat him on the back
Have you ever heard about the great rembrandt
Have you ever heard about how he could paint
And he didnt have enough money for his brushes
And they thought it was rather quaint
But you know its no use repeating
And you know its no use to think about it
cause when you stop to think about it
You dont need it
Have you ever heard about the great hollywood motion picture actor
Who knew more than they did
And the newspapers didnt cover the story
Just decided to keep it hid.
Somebody started saying it was an inside job
Whatever happened to him?
Last time they saw him down on the bowry
With his lip hanging off an old rusty bottle of gin
Have you ever heard about the so-called hippies
Down on the far side of the tracks
They take the eyeballs straight out of your head
Say son, kid, do you want your eyeballs back
Did you ever see the people
With the tear drops in their eyes
Just cant stand it no how
Living in this world of lies
song performed by by Van Morrison
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The Change
Last year I heard the songs of birds,
And heard the trumpets of the bees.
I caught the winding river’s words,
And clutched at leaves of trees.
I heard the gales upon the height;
And heard each frightened windy rush,
I lay within the sultry night,
Eaves-dropping in the bush.
But now I walk within a town,
And hear the slyness of its feet.
Great cruel things stride up and down
Within a shady street.
I see quick things with ugly nails,
And hear their low half-smothered cries.
I hear men tell strange trembling tales
With big beseeching eyes.
I do not hear the singing bough.
I hear soft murders in a lane,
I do not feel the bush-call, now
I feel my brother’s pain.
poem by Leon Gellert
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The Music Of The Spheres
During the day and all night long
I am hearing a very peculiar song.
There's unstruck music much like an infinite melody
resonating inside my head; an enchanting symphony.
It has no real tune or beat which one can recognise
only by hearing it then as all else is a compromise.
In silence and solitude it's usually heard without end
an invisible companion and sweetly sounding friend.
If one is listening intently and endeavours to get to its source,
can hear one finer sound inside another, which is not by force.
Who can rightly say from where it comes and where it does go?
perhaps only a true mystic has the knowledge or ability to show.
With practical wisdom and a clear spiritual insight
by his grace and advice can lead one into the light.
Until, at last, reaching that inclusive shore of infinite silence
which the experience of there being is a permanent abidance.
Could this be the long lost legendary music of the spheres?
that few people of times past underwent the trouble to hear.
And when it’s continually heard confers many an untold blessing
the likes of which most people now would not even be guessing.
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Notes:
1. Originally Titled 'Unstruck Music' and also herewith extended.
2. Refer to Yoga and Mystical Philosophical Literature dealing with Nada Yoga and The Music of the Spheres.
poem by George Krokos
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Sexual void
He knows not his wife is a paramour;
She knows not her spouse is a paramour.
Illicit relations have existed
Since the time immemorial so as
To fill necessarily the sexual void
Of the repressed society all along.
Orgasm demands outright exploration,
That a stranger only can bring about.
Adultery is lovely, the urge of life,
But guilt is built and the shame is outcome.
Spouse swapping is a new phenomenon,
Which quite nicely fills the sexual void,
Without guilt and without betrayal
And without the danger of breaking home.
The non-possessiveness in a great deal
Must be mandatory to accomplish.
Spouse swapping is a decent prostitution.
Spouse swapping is a mutual gratification.
Stigma severed, acceptance will gain ground.
12.06.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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In A Glass House
I've seen love
I've seen hate
I've seen all the emotion god creates.
I've seen good
I've seen bad
I've seen everything that you could ever have.
I've seen you
I've seen me
I've seen everything that i could want to be.
I've seen tall things
I've seen long things
I've seen everything a man was meant to see.
No one came,
No one is here
No one remembers.
Makes cambodia look like kansas,anytime
I've heard truth
I've heard lies
I've heard everything that ever crossed your mind.
I've heard( lust?)
I've heard screams
I've heard everything that makes you give up dreams.
I've heard you
I've heard me
I've heard everything i wish that( ****?) ever be
I've heard music, new heroes
Then i've heard some things i really wouldn't know
(***** ***** ***** ?)
Look in my heart
You will remember
People came
You (fell?) on me
I can remember
Makes cambodia look like kansas,anytime
I break hearts
I broke mine
I'll break everything i'm given if( ***?) time
I've said things i don't mean
I could lie in front of god and he'll beleive
I (cheat?)( ***?)
I (cheat?) time
I'll take everything you see
And make it mine
I don't like this confession
(**** **** ****?) heard( **** ****?) all
Someone came
(we have the cure?)
I'll always wonder
Friends can change
Some go some stay
I can't remember
song performed by by Gary Numan
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That's one of the great things about DVD: In addition to reaching people who didn't catch the movie in theaters, you get to have this interaction of sorts.
quote by Harold Ramis
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I Heard Santa On The Radio
On Christmas morning you woke up
To static on the radio
Someone must have turned it on
Who...you didn't know
You got up slowly sleepy-eyed
To a tune that stationed in
Turned the dial a little while
Then a voice said "Let the party begin!"
Hey Hey Hey and
Ho Ho Ho and
Now it's time
For the jolly DJ show
I Heard Santa On The Radio
I knew it was Santa on the radio
Mixing up the music like a Santa should
And radio never sounded so good
He was busy finding busting beats
Making it up as he went along
Hip hop, rock, and *****
St. Nick can do no wrong
Turning the rythem inside out
Till the people shook the house
Pretty soon every creature was dancing
Every boy and girl and every mouse
Hey Hey Hey and
Ho Ho Ho and
Now it's time
For the jolly DJ show
I Heard Santa On The Radio
I knew it was Santa on the radio
Mixing up the music like a Santa should
And radio never sounded so good
All the music comes together
All the people just let go
All the world is listening to the jolly DJ show
Hey Hey Hey and
Ho Ho Ho
I Heard Santa On The Radio
I knew it was Santa on the radio
Mixing up the music like a Santa should
And radio never sounded so good
I Heard Santa On The Radio
I knew it was Santa on the radio
Mixing up the music like a Santa should
And radio never sounded so good
I Heard Santa On The Radio
I knew it was Santa on the radio
Mixing up the music like a Santa should
And radio never sounded so good
And radio never sounded so good
song performed by by Hilary Duff
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Thank You #19
Sean hopper/huey lewis
Bedaah music/huey lewis music. all rights administered by hulex music, ascap
I want to tell you cause its true
I want to tell you in a way that sounds new
Its so old-fashioned - but thats the way I feel for you
Id heard the music of marvin gaye
But I finally understood it today
I heard the record like I never had before
And I just want to say thank you
For everything you do
Thank you for all the things that you do
Your love and kindness are heaven-sent
Now I know exactly what the man meant
When he said thank you for lettin me be myself
And now I know without a doubt
Just what sam & dave were talking about
You didnt have to, but you did just what you did
And I gotta say thank you
For everything you do
Thank you for all the things that you do
Youve heard the title a thousand times
Same old message but Im makin it mine
cause Im so thankful tat you came into my life
And I just gotta say thank you
For everything you do
Thank you for all the things that you do
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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People At The Bustop
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Don't have time to talk a lot.
('people at the bustop? ')
And when it rains or snow on them drops,
People at the bustop,
Don't appear to anger with moods to cop.
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
May sing a tune or fingerpop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Listening to music through earplugs blocked,
And unheard to hear by those who are near.
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Don't have time to talk a lot.
('people at the bustop? ')
And when it rains or snow on them drops,
People at the bustop,
Don't appear to anger with moods to cop.
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
With ipods bop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Listening to their rap or rockin' hip hop.
Oh those people at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
With ipods bop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Listening to their rap or rockin' hip hop.
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Don't have time to talk a lot.
('people at the bustop? ')
And when it rains or snow on them drops,
People at the bustop,
Don't appear to anger with moods to cop.
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Peeping on the people who are nodding to a beat.
Oh those people at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
People at the bustop.
('people at the bustop? ')
Peeping on the people who are nodding to a beat.
In a world all their own and sharing a seat.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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25 (Thyagaraja) Musicians Admired the Saint
Musicians around the country
Heard the growing popularity
Of the great Saint Thyagaraja,
O’er his devotion to Lord Rama.
They all came one by one,
To the Tiruvaiyar Town
Heard his music, in turn,
Gave him their appreciation.
Gopinatha Bhattacharya from Kasi,
A musician famous in Hindustani,
He came all the way to meet
And hear the songs of the Saint.
Pleased with his request,
A song came out
From the Saint then
A pleasant melodious one.
(He sang in Raga Thodi
Dasaradhi Nee Runamu Theerpa Naa
Tharama Parama Pavana Nama)
“Oh the great Dasaradha’s son,
How can I repay your loan?
Oh Master of my listeners,
For whom my music shines.”
“To me, you only taught,
Both day and night,
All the songs, more divine,
For the pleasure of my fans.”
Thus, it was his humbleness,
That brought him greatness.
Besides the melody part
Of each song that came out.
A Saint who loved music,
Who lived always for music,
Whose very breath was music
Gave an eternal life to his music.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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Wall Of Love
Ooh great wall of love, build me a great wall of love
When the blind man sings about the peaceful things
You shout that its not good enough
Ah we wait till daylight hours
Waiting for a sign from you
Golden temples concrete towers
Building mansions on the hillside next to you
In the city souls awaken bodies shaking
Oh pull me up let me see the view
And to the hungry in the gutter
Weve deprived them bread and butter
Always not enough
No not enough
Great wall of love, build me a great wall of love
When the blind man sings about the peaceful things
You shout that its still not enough.
Ah well its not the sound of ghosts I hear
Its the devil with his chainsaw
And Ill be running through the ghettos
Through the townships of soweto
Always not enough
No not enough
Brothers missing, babies kissing
And the thing that got to you
Burning never turning next to you
Ooh great wall of love
Build me a great wall of love
When the blind man sings about the peaceful things
You shout that its still not enough
So listen to me darling
Theyve got worries theyve got troubles on their mind
And when you hear them reaching out
Theyre reaching out for something they cant find
Oh I believe one great day the rain will come
And wash this mess away
Oh I believe one great day the rain will come
Theyve got silver and diamonds
Theyve got paradise around them
Theyve got blue skies so clear
Theyve got their prisoner in a wagon
While the children chase the dragon
And the free bird files so clear
It files away
Fly fly fly away
Fly away
Oh you fly away
And may your sweet lips sing to me
Let the bells ring wherever freedom be
One babe is born and another one dies
Theres people making love tonight
People making love tonight
Ah people making love tonight
People making love
People making love tonight
People making love
I can hear them reaching out
I can hear them reaching out
I can hear them reaching out
I can hear them reaching out
Words and music : simple minds reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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The Devils Music
I’ve heard all kinds of music
From easy listening to heavy rock to blues
2 tone, ska and acid jazz, all made me move my shoes
I’ve jumped around to punk
Calypso, beat-box and industrial dance
Mellowed with chill-out tunes like ambient house techno trance
Barn-dance and funk rock and gospel
Soul music is simple sublime
I’ve listened to new age music, but thankfully only one time
Songs sung a cappella
A balled of be-bop or two
Even a bash at Karaoke when I’ve drunk quite a few
Big band brass boogie woogie
And disco help my mind settle
I’ve even hummed happily along to blackened thrash doom death metal
Even the specialist styles
Like shanties or yodeling or Christian rock
Sit proudly alongside pop music and rock and roll when I take stock
I’ve enjoyed all sorts of music
From every time and place
So why when someone is playing panpipes do I want to punch their face?
poem by Flying Lemming
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Music And Song
To song and to music people dance along
And life all the better for music and song
When the musicians play and the singers do sing
Great joy to so many they always do bring
Music and song belongs to all people not to any one race
And amongst every culture commands a high place
From the North to the South Pole from Brazil to France
To song and to music people inspired to dance
The gifts of the gods to humanity
Without song and music far worse off we would be
To every tune ever born there's a song to be sung
And music and song are for the old and the young
They were born as soul mates and as soul mates they remain
And for music and song let us hear it again.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Scream
[verse 1]
Does anybody know how I feel?
Sometime's I'm numb, sometime's I'm overcome
Does anybody care what's going on?
Do I have to wear my scars like a badge on my arm?
(pre-chorus)
For you to see me
I need release
[chorus]
Do I have to scream for you to hear me?
Do I have to bleed for you to see me?
'Cause I grieve, you're not listening to me
Do I need to scream?
[verse 2]
Has anybody seen what's been done?
Where was my defense? No one heard my protest
The eyes of God were watching me
It's time to make my peace, let it go and be released
(
pre-chorus)
So I can breathe again
I'm on my knees
[chorus] 2x
Do I have to scream for you to hear me?
Do I have to bleed for you to see me?
'Cause I grieve, you're not listening to me
[bridge]
I've been marked, set apart
But I'm cut so deep and afraid of the dark
One drop of blood from the hole in Your hand
Is enough to heal me and make me stand
(pre-chorus)
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me
[chorus]
I don't have to scream for Him to hear me
Don't have to bleed for Him to see me
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening to me
I don't have to scream
I don't have to bleed
'Cause I'm clean, He is listening
And I don't have to scream
song performed by by ZoeGirl
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