And in singing, what my voice lacked in quality it made up for in volume.
quote by Hedda Hopper
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Shady and Quite Below Grade
In volume and off an assembly line,
Reproductions they can produce.
And from the outside they feel proud,
Of themselves.
To be able to accomplish what they do.
But a recall of defections,
To correct imperfections...
Has those efforts they have made,
Seem a bit shady and quite below grade.
But with a sticking to the volume,
They believe this brings them praise.
They believe they've achieved a name,
For themselves.
Although it is the quality attempted,
That has brought them much shame.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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One Voice
Words and Music by
Barry Manilow
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Just One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
All it takes is One Voice,
Singing so they hear what's on your mind,
And when you look aound you'll find
There's more than One Voice,
Singing in the darkness,
Joining with your One Voice,
Ea ch and every note another octave,
Hands are joined and fears unlocked,
If only One Voice would start it on its own,
We need just One Voice facing the unknown,
And that One Voice would never be alone
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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As Genuine As Those Who Know It
Whether it becomes displayed,
Or laid in the shadows to dust...
Quality is eventually discovered.
And known to show what it is.
Quality dusted never ages to rust.
No matter what attempts are made,
By those unappreciative of its value.
A quality that remains to be quality,
Is as genuine as those who know it!
Regardless of what rating it gets.
Quality can not be rated against,
That which it has no peers.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The quality of mercy (conditions apply)
The quality of mercy,
Portia declared,
the quality of mercy is
suspended during the present conflict
the quality of mercy is
not the business of a Minister of Justice
the quality of mercy is
not a matter of individual conscience
the quality of mercy is
too subtle for public discussion
or law
the quality of mercy is
only for Shakespeare and stuff
the quality of mercy is
less stimulating than revenge
the quality of mercy is
no business of yours
the quality of mercy is
no concern of religious authorities
who should stay silent
the quality of mercy is
an outdated concept
the quality of mercy is
nothing to do with forgiveness
or circumstantial evidence
or the remission of sins
the quality of mercy is
no longer a matter of pride
the quality of mercy is
no longer a mark of humanity
the quality of mercy
would be OK if Obama said so
the quality of mercy
is one hell of a hot potato
cooked in oil
the quality of mercy
droppeth as the gentle
dew from heaven
upon a broken fuselage
and it is too much
or too little
for our understanding.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Crow song
Crow singing...
Crow singing...
Every budy did not lision...
Crow was singing...
Ka ak a kka kk ka aa...
Song was not ugly...
But...
Crow voice was
Ugly...
So...
Crow singing...
Non stoped...
Crow did not singing for
not for you and me...
only at crows...
So...
Crows singing....
With ugly voice loudeley...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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A Fairy Grave
Let a little grave be made,
Half in shadow, half in shade,
In a quiet, kindly place,
Friendly as her face.
Let the passing fairy bird
From his airy height be heard;
Ever, ever for that ground
Only gentle sound.
Let the singing winds, which be
Wingèd dream and melody,
Singing softly, by her lie,
Softly singing, die.
Let the bee has sucked the bloom
Homeward journey by her tomb,
And his tithe of sweet be paid
To her sweeter shade.
Let the low clouds, red and gold,
Mourn her on the mountains old;
Beauty, aye her guardian be,
You and Melody.
Spirits of sound and souls of flowers,
All you dearest griefless powers,
You with whom she went away,
Tend her night and day.
poem by John Vance Cheney from Century Magazine, Volume 57, Issue 4 (1889)
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White And Black
He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever showed him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.
The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life was a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Black And White
He painted a picture all white and black
because in his life all color did he lack.
He lacked the yellow of the sun each day
for the sun had never come his way.
He lacked the green of fresh green grass
for the cement of the city he couldn't get past.
He lacked the blue of the sky above
for no one had ever shown him love.
He lacked the red that the rose did give
for no roses grew where he did live.
He lacked all color from his sight.
All he knew was black and white.
The picture he painted could never tell
of how his life became a living hell.
He'd lost his sight when he was three
and the colors were a lost memory.
His sole memory was of dark and light,
night being dark, day being white.
And now he created art to define
everything that was in his mind.
But beauty came from the paint he used.
The black and white became infused
with the extracted senses of who he was,
a man filled with passion for what he does.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Soon I knew the craft of experimental physics was beyond me - it was the sublime quality of patience - patience in accumulating data, patience with recalcitrant equipment - which I sadly lacked.
quote by Abdus Salam
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A Song For You
(leon russell)
Ive been so many places
In my life and time
Ive sung a lot of songs
I made some bad rhymes
Ive acted out my life in stages
Ten thousand people watching
But were alone now
Im singing this song for you
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
I treated you unkindly
But darling cant you see?
Theres no-one more important to me
Oh, baby, cant you please see through me?
cause were alone now and
Im singing this song for you
You taught me precious secrets
Of the truth withholding nothing
You came out in front
I was hiding
Oh, but now Im so much better
If the words dont come together
Just listen to the melody
cause my love in there hiding
Ooh, ooh
Oh, I love you in a place
Where theres no space or time
Love you for my life
You are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and
I was singing this song for you
We were alone
I was singing this song for you, oh
Singing
I was singing, singing, singing, singing, singing this song for you
Oh, yes
Singing this song for you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Singing All Day
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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I suspect that even today, with all the progress we have made in liberal thought, the quality of true tolerance is as rare as the quality of mercy.
quote by Frank Knox
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We got to know the competition very well. In the '50s popcorn made a big growth in sales. Our main push was to produce the best quality and sell in quality retail outlets.
quote by Orville Redenbacher
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Quies
This is another of our ancient loves.
Pass and be silent, Rullus, for the day
Hath lacked a something since this lady passed;
Hath lacked a something. 'Twas but marginal.
poem by Ezra Pound
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My original interests and intentions in guitar playing were primarily created on quality of tone, for instance, the way the instrument could be made to echo or simulate the human voice.
quote by Eric Clapton
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Im done singing
didn't make it even though i worked so hard
she made it and didn't have to work
'you souded great'
yeah i don't think so
that was the one thing i wanted to do was to show people mje voice
now i'm done singing forever
i'm tired of feeling sad when i audition and don't get in
ive adutioned for a lot of things and each one turns me down
i'm never good enough for anyone
i might as well say goodbye
i'm done singing
not going to ever sing again
i'm through
my dreams crushed
thanks alot
poem by Marissa Ford
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I worked on my voice for Sweet Dreams, but only to match my speaking voice to Patsy's actual singing voice. That was my way into that character.
quote by Jessica Lange
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The Choir Rehearsal
(This poem was inspired by the choir rehearsals I attend with Voicelab, based at the Royal Festival Hall in London.)
The day that I joined the choir,
I satisfied my singing desire.
Music is such a magical gift.
My sleepy soul, it awakes and lifts.
It’s heaven to listen to the four voice parts,
Singing together with all their hearts.
The four tunes all twist and entwine,
Sending shivers of excitement down my spine.
They come together and are heard as one.
It sounds beautiful and I’m totally stunned.
It’s wonderful being part of it all.
I really am having a magical ball.
When I leave home sometimes, I may feel down,
But when I get to rehearsals, it soon lifts my frown.
My face feels as though it’s always ready to smile
And I am enjoying myself all of the while.
Our vocal coach keeps the mood light,
But, of her aims, she doesn’t lose sight.
She sings a short phrase and we sing it back
We repeat it a few times until we’ve got the knack.
If we go wrong, we hear an operatic ‘Stop! ’
And the volume of singing suddenly drops.
She will go over a phrase until it is just so,
Then, and only then, onwards she’ll go.
A single finger placed in front of her shushing lips,
Indicates for us to sing softer, so our volume dips.
Seeing her drawing her hands slowly apart, we know,
Indicates that she wants the sound to rise and grow.
Not everyone in the choir can read music, so
Her hands indicate whether to sing high or low.
During rehearsals, we’re given much praise,
To motivate us for our performance days.
When she’s pleased, we’re rewarded with a smile,
Making it seem all the more worthwhile.
When it’s all over and I board my train,
Traces of a smile, on my face, still remain.
When I reach home, I’m still on a high,
And it’s hard to wind down and shut my eyes.
Eventually, over me, tiredness creeps,
And, feeling content, I drift off to sleep.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Your Honesty
It's Your honesty
With you I have no
choice When you talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
You know you drive me crazy
You are one of a kind
And i want you to be mine,
oh oh mine Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things I see
when I look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to you baby
You know it just gets better
This is the way it should be
You know the truth will set you free,
so free Pulling me closer to you
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you
It's Your honesty
With you I have no choice
When u talk to me
I can make love to your voice
It's the things i see
when i look into your eyes
It's your honesty
Pulling me closer to u baby
Touch my little body
Embrasse moi mon amour
pour ce soir, pour toujours
Keeping touch my little body
dis-moi la vrite
oui je sais toujours.
You have a special quality
You're bringing out the very best in me
You have a special quality
You are pulling me closer to you Honesty
song performed by by Madonna
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There are some people who have the quality of richness and joy in them and they communicate it to everything they touch. It is first of all a physical quality; then it is a quality of the spirit.