There is delight in singing, though none hear beside the singer.
quote by Walter Savage Landor
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To Robert Browning
There is delight in singing, though none hear
Beside the singer; and there is delight
In praising, though the praiser sits alone
And see the praised far off him, far above.
Shakespeare is not our poet, but the world's,
Therefore on him no speech! and brief for thee,
Browning! Since Chaucer was alive and hale
No man hath walked along our roads with step
So active, so inquiring eye, or tongue
So varied in discourse. But warmer climes
Give brighter plumage, stronger wing; the breeze
Of Alpine heights thou playest with, borne on
Beyond Sorrento and Amalfi, where
The Siren waits thee, singing song for song.
poem by Walter Savage Landor
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I Am Your Singer
You are my love, you are my song, liger on,
You are my song, I am your singer.
You are my one, you are my own melody,
You are my song, I am your singer.
Someday when were singing
We will fly away, going winging.
Sing, singing my love song to you.
My song is sung,
When day is done harmonies willinger on,
I am your singer,
I am your singer,
Singing my love song to you.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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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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The Route March
Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers?
Did you hear the children singing as our troops went marching past?
In the sunshine and the rain,
As they’ll never sing again—
Hear the little school-girls singing as our troops went swinging past?
Did you hear the children singing, O my brothers?
Did you hear the children singing for the first man and the last?
As they marched away and vanished,
To a tune we thought was banished—
Did you hear the children singing for the future and the past?
Shall you hear the children singing, O my brothers?
Shall you hear the children singing in the sunshine or the rain?
There’ll be sobs beneath the ringing
Of the cheers, and ’neath the singing
There’ll be tears of orphan children when
Our Boys come back again!
poem by Henry Lawson
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Song: The Cries of Today’s Children
I hear the cries of children,
Of children of the world; I Singer
The unwanted and unlucky,
The orphans and of streets!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children who want love;
The illiterate, sick, handicapped; II Singer
Poor, without any sheets!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children that must work; I Singer
To earn while young for family,
Have no place, time to play!
I hear the cries of children,
Of children war-ravaged;
Who know not what is joy in life, II Singer
Living in squalor, strife!
Let’s make this world for children,
A better place to live; I&II Singers together
With encouragement, dignity, * 2 times
And all love, we can give.
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poem by John Celes
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When I lost the use of my hi-hat and bass drum legs, I became basically a singer. I was a drummer who did a bit of singing, and then I became a singer who did a bit of percussion.
quote by Robert Wyatt
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Every time I talk about this, I say: when the singer is singing, he must be respected, you must be able to hear what he's saying. You can't put a trombone and a drum up there, and a microphone on the drum, microphones on everybody. You can't hear what he's saying.
quote by Compay Segundo
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That's the thing that we said about the horn before: it's a focus issue. It's like a singer versus a drummer. If a drummer's playing a drum beat, and a singer starts singing, what do you think the audience is going to do?
quote by Charlie Hunter
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When I finally put my guitar in the case the last time, I want to be remembered just as a singer, not as a country singer or pops singer - just a singer.
quote by Eddy Arnold
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Poems vs Songs
I may be right or I may be wrong
But, when you hear a singer singing a song
It is his or her voice that carries a message
With music providing an easier passage
To a space behind the eardrums
Resulting often in a rhythmical shaking
Of hips and boobs and flailing of arms
I may be wrong or I may be right
When you read a good poem it brings you delight
The rhyming of words makes poem tick
Your imagination does the trick
The poem's message illuminates the mind
Translating human language into language divine
When I'm writing my poetry, whether poem or song
The former always comes right and the latter wrong.
poem by Slava Olchevski
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I Hear America Singing
I Hear America singing, the varied carols I hear;
Those of mechanics--each one singing his, as it should be, blithe and strong;
The carpenter singing his, as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his, as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work;
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat--the deckhand singing on the steamboat deck;
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench--the hatter singing as he stands;
The wood-cutter's song--the ploughboy's, on his way in the morning, or at the noon intermission, or at sundown;
The delicious singing of the mother--or of the young wife at work--or of the girl sewing or washing--Each singing what belongs to her, and to none else;
The day what belongs to the day--At night, the party of young fellows, robust, friendly,
Singing, with open mouths, their strong melodious songs.
poem by Walt Whitman
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Mary Had A Little Lamb
Mary had a little lamb,
His fleece was white as snow,
Evrywhere that mary went,
That lamb was sur to go.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
He followed her to school one day,
It was against the rules,
Made the children laugh and play to
See a lamb at school.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Soon the teacher turned it out,
Still it lingered near,
Waited patiently about till
Mary did appear.
You could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
But the lamb loved mary so,
The eager children cry,
And mary loves the lamb, you know,
The teacher did reply.
And you could hear them singing:
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
(evry body singing)
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Wedding Day
Repeat 3 times
Singer man
Sing me a song
Repeat 3 times
Do you want soul ?
Repeat 3 times
I hear you singing
Sing a morning
Repeat 3 times
Do you really want soul
Repeat 3 times
Singer man
Sing me a song
Repeat 3 times
Do you really want soul
Repeat 3 times
I hear you singing
Sing a morning
song performed by by UB40 from Labour Of Love 2
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And This Shall Be For Music
I will make you brooches and topys for your delight of birdsong at morning and starshine at night And I will make a palace that's fit for you and me, of green days in the forest and blue days at sea. And this shall be for music when no one else is near< Such a fine song for singing, the rare so ng to hear! That only I remember, that only you admire, of the broad road that streches and the roadside fire. And this shall be for music. And this shall be for song. Brooches and toys for your delight, Birdsong at moring and starshine at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near such a fine song for singing a rare song to hear. That only I remember, that only you admire. And this shall be, and this shall be, And this shall be for music, music, music!
poem by Angelica Ibsen
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From The Balcony
Now Ive heard you singing
Dreaming that you know me well
Let me tell you far away
Looking down on you
If you know my spirit
Always shall you know me now
Singing is your pleasure
Looking down on you
Now I hear you singing
Saying that you know me well
Take me to your promise
New state of mind
Now I feel you sighing
Saying that you understand
Feeling all the power
Looking down on you
You know that I would be
The one who waits forever
You know that someday we will find
A way to share our love
Now I hear you singing
Dreaming that you know me well
Let me tell you far away
New state of mind
song performed by by Yes
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From The Balcony
Now Ive heard you singing
Dreaming that you know me well
Let me tell you far away
Looking down on you
If you know my spirit
Always shall you know me now
Singing is your pleasure
Looking down on you
Now I hear you singing
Saying that you know me well
Take me to your promise
New state of mind
Now I feel you sighing
Saying that you understand
Feeling all the power
Looking down on you
You know that I would be
The one who waits forever
You know that someday we will find
A way to share our love
Now I hear you singing
Dreaming that you know me well
Let me tell you far away
New state of mind
song performed by by Yes
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Singer Man
(repeat 3 times)
Singer man
Sing me a song
(repeat 3 times)
Do you want soul ?
(rpeat 3 times)
I hear you singing
Sing a morning
(repeat 3 times)
Do you really want soul
(repeat 3 times)
Singer man
Sing me a song
(repeat 3 times)
Do you really want soul
(repeat 3 times)
I hear you singing
Sing a morning
song performed by by Ub40
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Love's Delight
Singing to my heart's delight
For I have no words to write
At the top of my voice
For all to hear
This is I, I am not shy
At least this is what they may think
I don't really care!
For my soul's delight
I sing of love and joy
Millions of miles across the sea
You lie in bed fast asleep
My song reaching you, a lullaby
Waking you gently with the same smile
Playing around my lips
Surrounding you with my love
Your heart beating fast for sensing me near
poem by Persian Khushi
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Delight
Anytime that you fall asleep
I'm wide awake
Anytime that you leave your house
I'm waiting at the gate
I'm not angry anymore
Come on and show your soul
I'd love to hang it on the wall
Framed for me
Anytime that you smile
I know that's really you
Anytime that you laugh you know that
I'll be laughing too
But it's not funny anymore
Come on now where's your soul
Is that it crumpled on the floor
Is this blame on me
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Anytime now you'll talk at least I hope you will
Anytime now you'll speak and you know
I'll be listening still
But we don't say much anymore
Come on tell it from your soul
Delight Delight Delight Delight
Delight at least we know its name
Delight Delight Delight
Wouldn't it be nice to feel again
Delight Delight Delight
It's locked outside it won't be coming in
Won't be coming in
Delight Delight
song performed by by Bic Runga from Drive
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When the Shy Star Goes Forth in Heaven
When the shy star goes forth in heaven
All maidenly, disconsolate,
Hear you amid the drowsy even
One who is singing by your gate.
His song is softer than the dew
And he is come to visit you.
O bend no more in revery
When he at eventide is calling.
Nor muse: Who may this singer be
Whose song about my heart is falling?
Know you by this, the lover's chant,
'Tis I that am your visitant.
poem by James Joyce
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