I love pulling people into concert halls who might not otherwise go and getting their ears tuned.
quote by David Ogden Stiers
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Love Working On You
(jim collins/craig wiseman)
You woke up this morning
Changes were taking place
You looked in the mirror
A smile was all over your face
cause out of nowhere
Someone was there
Who dared to climb
Those walls you made
Its exciting, a little frightening
But girl dont you be afraid
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Cant even remember
All the sorrow that you left behind
Its a brand new day
Theres a bright new way
And your tears have turned into wine
You never forget
When your eyes met
Or just how clearly you could see
Where the turns are deep in your heart
That lead you to believe
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
All of the while you felt forsaken
And all of the while
Loves been waiting, waiting
Suddenly you see how it could be
If we all only felt this way
And for a while girl you can see this world
Looking through the eyes of fate
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Thats just the love working
Love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
Thats just the love working on you
Thats just the love working
Working on pulling you through
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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I think there is a new awareness in this 21st century that design is as important to where and how we live as it is for museums, concert halls and civic buildings.
quote by Daniel Libeskind
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Tearing Away, Wearing Away
My heart is pulling me down,
My tears are breaking my soul,
Tearing away, wearing away,
Freezing down my core,
My beat has slowed,
Rhythms gone,
My love for you is tarnished,
You turnt away,
Forgot my love,
Deaf now to my cries,
My voice is tearing through this place,
And still your ears don't hear,
My blood is seeping from old scars,
Ode to an ancient pain,
My heart is pulling me down,
My tears are breaking my soul,
Tearing away, wearing away.
poem by Holly Heron
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The Grand Piano
The grand piano stood in the corner
no longer played anymore.
Once it stood under the spotlights
in crowded concert halls.
Famous musicians from around the world
sat and played concertos
and solo arias with soft melodic tones.
Each note graced lovely
from eagerly expectant ears.
Now the crowds have disappeared,
loving fingers no longer graced
its black and white keys.
The grand piano just stands alone
locked with memories
of the great old days.
25 October 2008
poem by David Harris
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A concert is a concert is a concert is a concert. An album is an album is an album is an album. Musically, both have nothing in common.
quote by Klaus Schulze
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America does not need gorgeous halls and concert rooms for its musical development, but music schools with competent teachers, and many, very many, free scholarships for talented young disciples who are unable to pay the expense of study.
quote by Anton Seidl
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Pooped From Their Stupors
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
Hope...
For many is gone!
Protesting in the streets,
People heated wont cease...
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Missing greed are people,
Who...
Never thought they'd be the fools.
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Dismissing signs all around,
Their gluttony loved will drown.
And,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on.
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
Hope...
For many is gone!
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on.
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers...
But,
This...
Confusion goes on!
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Scooped up by the dupers,
And dropped by the snoopers.
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Hoop and holler groupers,
Who are pooped from their stupors.
And...
Up in arms,
People are...
Pulling alarms.
And...
Pooped from their stupors!
And...
Pooped from their stupors!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And as far as the Disney Concert hall is concerned, it is a wonderful modern structure and I am extremely honored that I had this opportunity to have a concert here.
quote by Nobuo Uematsu
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My audience are the same people who bought my albums years ago. These people are now married, with their own homes, their own families. If I'm in concert, I get people now who bring their kids.
quote by Helen Reddy
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Cat Scat
I am watching Cleo listening, our cat
listening to Mozart's Magic Flute. What
can she be hearing? What
can the air carry into her ears like that,
her ears swivelling like radio dishes that
are tuned to all the noise of the world, flat
and sharp, high and low, a scramble of this and that
she can decode like nobody's business, acrobat
of random airs as she is? Although of course a bat
is better at it, sifting out of its acoustic habitat
the sound of the very shape of things automat-
ically-- and on the wing, at that. The Magic Flute! What
a joy it is, I feel, and wonder (to the end this little scat)
doe , or can, the cat.
poem by Eamon Grennan
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Pull Out The Pin
Just as we hit the green,
Ive never been so happy to be alive.
Only seven miles behind
You could smell the child,
The smell of the front lines survival.
With my silver buddha
And my silver bullet,
(I pull the pin.)
You learn to ride the earth,
When youre living on your belly and the enemy are city-births.
Who need radar? we use scent.
They stink of the west, stink of sweat.
Stink of cologne and baccy, and all their yankee hash.
With my silver buddha
And my silver bullet,
(Im pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin.
(pulling on the pin, oh...)
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
Ive seen the coat for me.
Ill track him til he drops,
Then Ill pop him one he wont see.
Hes big and pink, and not like me.
He sees no light.
He sees no reason for the fighting
With my silver buddha
And my silver bullet.
(Im pulling on the pin,)
Ooh, I pull out, pull out the pin.
(pulling on the pin, oh...)
I had not seen his face,
til Im only feet away
Unbeknown to my prey.
I look in american eyes.
I see little life,
See little wife.
Hes striking violence up in me.
With my silver buddha
And my silver bullet.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
Just one thing in it:
Me or him.
And I love life!
I love life!
I love life!
song performed by by Kate Bush
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Whats The World ?
Um ... this song was written by ... erm, erm ...
What would you sell ?
Loose glasses and suit
Heart and soul
Wont wear out
Thats not enough !
I wonder whats inside
Fish fillet knife
Can cut
Right through my eye ...
Im looking for some words
To call my own
Worn-out phrases
And a hand-me-down
Theyll knock me
Under where I stand
Sad on his back
In a corned beef pan
Going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the rust inside ...
This is the way ...
Franken-star is born
Bits and pieces
Others have worn
All held together by a management glue
Too much glue
Watch the stars turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Turn blue
Im going under
You can feel them pulling me down
To the halls of rust
Eeh ...
I, i, i, i, I ...
Thankyou ...
song performed by by Smiths
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Hidden Message
I give up,
not on love,
but this love,
i have for you.
Love has no bounds,
but just leaves me,
falling to the ground,
sheading many tears.
Only you,
could make me,
fall so hard,
that i shatter.
Very few people,
can feel true love,
and many people,
go chasing love.
Every morning,
I wake with a smile,
just because,
i'm thinking of you.
You are different,
When i try to let go,
smething's pulling me,
saying no.
Oh why me,
why did i have to fall,
why can't love be simple,
like the a b c's?
Underneath that,
person others see,
is a guy who really cares,
that only i've seen.
Every second,
seems like a year,
when we're far apart,
i need you here.
Going through this,
i now see,
that maybe i was,
meant to fall.
Any way you see it,
it'll always be there,
so to lose this love,
i must lose you first.
Many days,
i've tried to,
get over you,
but yet i failed.
More and more,
you're on my mind,
i can't seem to,
let you go.
poem by Katherine Bryce
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Mantra of Gratitude
If girls stop smiling
At the malls on Saturday,
If beautiful cats on porches
And window sills
Suddenly disappear,
If orchestral music is never heard again
In concert halls among special friends,
If someone removes
My lovely Emily Dickinson;
Then I’ll sit down quite calmly
And peacefully meditate a mantra of gratitude
For the amount of time I knew these things.
poem by Uriah Hamilton
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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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That lonely girl
Somewhere 'neath the blue sky
But a little above the deep
Somewhere in this little universe
My ears can hear something
Yes my ears can hear a voice
Stranger than every familiar thing
Better than that butterfly injured wing
Nicer than that crying droplet
More beautiful than my old love song
Louder than the firefly whisper
Quieter than the moon cry
My eyes are searching that voice
May be someone is shouting
No
No, that’s a cry
Someone in this world is crying
Someone is weeping
But no one can hear
No one can see
People don’t hear
People don’t see
People are not people
People inhale love
But exhale nothing
People's hearts are full of nothing
Love is dead in their hearts
Love is where, the stars with weepy eyes are
Love is where, whenever you look down you see nothing but red roses
Love is where, the sky is simply blue and the rainbow's smile has seven colors
Love is in that lonely girl's heart
A lonely girl nigh the pond in rain
Yes it rains
Yes it rains to wash only her eyes
Yes it rains to cover people's colorless hearts
Yes it rains, cause after that, when the rainbow comes
People will know black is not the only color
I can think
I can feel
I can hear
I can understand
I can love
She is still crying
She is crying to prove that people are harder than meteor
But softer than nothing
No feeling
No understanding
She is crying
poem by Reihaneh Jalalian
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Only in a concert situation do I have access to people directly to preach to them, and I don't believe that the bigger your platform is, the more people will pay attention.
quote by Larry Norman
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The Harlot
Mid Uzi shots from vacant lots, which strike and ricochet
A painted girl with flaxen curl (named Wendy) 's on her way
To tantalise with half-clad thighs, to trick again today;
And indiscreet upon the street she gives her pride away
To any guy who's passing by with cash and time to pay.
In concert halls beyond the Walls, unjaded girls ballet,
With flowered thoughts of Camelot and dreams of cabarets.
poem by Terry O'Leary
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Pulling My Strings
Again I feel it. Some one holding me back, Someone pulling my string. The more I move the more I feel your presence. An Outsider, Anonymous Onlooker. So Tell Me Did You Get Want. Do I Satisfy In Your Dark Deceitful Eyes. Hide Behind The Sunrise, That Fine But I Still Know Your There Pulling My Strings Like You Can Control Me. Avoid Me, Deny Me, I Don't Really Care Cause I Know You Are Still. Watching And Waiting. For What I Don't Really Know. If Your Waiting For An Invitation Here It Is Please Speak And I Will Listen. Again I feel it. Chills Right Up Spine. Someone Is Holding Me Back, Someone Is Pulling My Strings. She Wont Go Away Why I Just Don't Know But Yet She Wont Let Her Presence Truly Known. Like A Ghost Theirs A Glimpse Then Its Gone. Fading In To Just Fade Out. I'm Not Crazy, She There. Again I Feel It. Like What See, Come In The Open Get Better Look. A picture last forever. A glance cant even be etched into memory. But Still Your Pulling my strings oh Pulling My Strings
poem by Ace Of Black Hearts
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Sex differs from love
In the concert of love,
My man’s qualification
Of birth, wealth and position,
Under a sort of subjection,
Constraints and submission,
Would lay me to my dejection.
In the concert of love,
With a lad of my choice,
I could put aside my shame,
Say to him what I please,
Do to him what I desire,
Execute every scheme of
Dalliance my fancy put me on
And indulge in all frolics
My passion drives me to.
The lad cannot match my lord
In giving me the status I enjoy.
My lord cannot match my lad
In giving me the missing ecstasy..
I am not guilty of action
As it does not interfere with
My husband’s schedule,
Knowledge and gratification.
15.09.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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