I'm sure every song has some kind of undertone of what I was going through with Chris. It was my life.
quote by Deana Carter
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Numb
Im tired of being what you want me to be
Feeling so faithless lost under the surface
Dont know what youre expecting of me
Put under the pressure of walking in your shoes
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Every step I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Ive become so tired so much more aware
Ive becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Cant you see that youre smothering me
Holding too tightly afraid to lose control
Cause everything that you thought I would be
Has fallen apart right in front of you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
Every step that I take is another mistake to you
(caught in the undertone just caught in the undertone)
And every second I waste is more than I can take
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Ive become so tired so much more aware
Ive becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
And I know
I may end up failing too
But I know
You were just like me with someone disappointed in you
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Ive become so tired so much more aware
Ive becoming this all I want to do
Is be more like me and be less like you
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be
Ive become so numb I cant feel you there
Is everything what you want me to be
song performed by by Linkin Park
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With the song 'This Christmas' I wanted to do something that was kind of different. I mean, Donny Hathaway is an amazing artist. So I wanted to bring my flavor to the song so when people over the age of 45 or 50 hear it they'll be like 'OK, he did his thing with that record.' It's like I can appeal to everybody and not just a younger demographic.
quote by Chris Brown
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A Different Kind Of Love Song
What if the world was crazy and I was sane
Would it be be so strange
I cant believe that I am alone in saying
The things Im saying
I am part of you
These are universal truths
Were all part of the light that flows through everything
This is a different kind of love song
Dedicated to everyone
Different kind of love song (oh , oh)
This is a different kind of love song
A higher plane we can go on
Different kind of love song (oh , oh)
What if the world calmed down and we could all breathe
Together easily
Connecting the sky and the ground with you and me
And everything in between
I am part of you
We have living proof
There is some kind of light that flows through everything
This is a different kind of love song
Dedicated to everyone
Different kind of love song (oh , oh)
This is a different kind of love song
A higher plane we can go on
Different kind of love song (oh , oh)
song performed by by Cher
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Song of the World
such a wonderful song
song of life
song of death
wedding song
famine song
happy song
sad song
love song
all-american song
bullshit song
druggie song
girls' song
sweet song
crazy song
MY song
poem by Rachel Stoddard
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There was this whole middle time that only Chris Rock came out of, you know, 10 years ago it was Chris and a few other people, but that's about it. Chris is in a class of his own; I don't see another comedian who I put in high regard as him.
My Lagan Love
(irish folk song sang by dusty on her tv show in 1967)
Where lagan stream sings lullaby
There grows a young man fair
The twilight gleam is in his eye
The night is on his hair
And like a lovesick lenan he
He hath my heart in thrall
No life I owe, no liberty
His love is lord of all
And often when the beetles horn
Hath lulled the eve to sleep
I steal unto his shieling lorn
And thro the dooring peep
There on the crickets singing stone
He spears the bird in fire
And hums in sad, sweet undertone
The song of his desire
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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Facing inward, join hands so as to form a small circle. Then, without moving from their places they sing the opening song, according to previous agreement, in a soft undertone.
quote by James Mooney
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Chris The Animator
Chris creates characters into clay,
he is an animator to this day.
He's been a visual artist, a carpenter,
and a Chef- he has many talents I confess.
Chris even sculpted one of Melodie's heads,
it was real good, it was the best.
Chris shot videos of Great Aunt Meeka a while ago,
funny videos when I lived in a state with snow.
Chris has a happy family with two cute boys,
they are happy children that bring Chris joy.
Chris is celebrating his wedding anniversary today,
wishing you and your wife the best,
fun comes your way and
have a Very Happy Valentine's Day!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
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poem by Christina Sunrise
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Chris The Animator
Chris creates characters into clay,
he is an animator to this day.
He's been a visual artist, a carpenter,
and a Chef- he has many talents I confess.
Chris even sculpted one of Melodie's heads,
it was real good, it was the best.
Chris shot videos of Great Aunt Meeka a while ago,
funny videos when I lived in a state with snow.
Chris has a happy family with two cute boys,
they are happy children that bring Chris joy.
Chris is celebrating his wedding anniversary today,
wishing you and your wife the best,
fun comes your way and
have a Very Happy Valentine's Day!
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 14,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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A Feel In The Chris'mas-Air
They's a kind o' _feel_ in the air, to me.
When the Chris'mas-times sets in.
That's about as much of a mystery
As ever I've run ag'in!--
Fer instunce, now, whilse I gain in weight
And gineral health, I swear
They's a _goneness_ somers I can't quite state--
A kind o' _feel_ in the air.
They's a feel in the Chris'mas-air goes right
To the spot where a man _lives_ at!--
It gives a feller a' appetite--
They ain't no doubt about _that_!--
And yit they's _somepin_'--I don't know what--
That follers me, here and there,
And ha'nts and worries and spares me not--
A kind o' feel in the air!
They's a _feel_, as I say, in the air that's jest
As blame-don sad as sweet!--
In the same ra-sho as I feel the best
And am spryest on my feet,
They's allus a kind o' sort of a' _ache_
That I can't lo-cate no-where;--
But it comes with _Chris'mas_, and no mistake!--
A kind o' feel in the air.
Is it the racket the childern raise?--
W'y, _no_!--God bless 'em!--_no_!--
Is it the eyes and the cheeks ablaze--
Like my _own_ wuz, long ago?--
Is it the bleat o' the whistle and beat
O' the little toy-drum and blare
O' the horn?--_No! no!_--it is jest the sweet--
The sad-sweet feel in the air.
poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Life Songs
When a child is born into this world,
what kind of song will his or her life be?
A song of joy?
A song of hope?
A beautiful rhapsody?
One of sadness, or of grief?
A song of misery?
When a newborn cries and opens its eyes,
what will its song be?
A song of greatness, a song of wealth,
or one of poverty?
When trouble comes, and surely it will,
what will that child's song be?
When we are born our song begins
and we enjoy its pleasant tune.
We sing its melody in the innocence
that leaves us all too soon.
As we grow we hear the songs of
people in various places.
Songs of pride, songs of hatred
and of conflict among the races.
The songs of children playing together
are very pleasing to hear.
Regardless of race, status or color,
their sweet songs don't cause fear.
The Master told us that with childlike qualities
we'll see God's heavenly city.
To miss such a goal because of hearts so cold
would be a tragic pity.
We hear life songs every day and
like smoke they fade away.
But lives that are sung with childlike meekness
will 'inherit the earth' someday.
To sing a song of wonder and worth
is how this life should really be-
with all the innocents throughout the earth
and with love as our constant key.
When a child is born into this world,
what kind of song will his or her life be?
A song of joy?
A song of hope?
A beautiful rhapsody?
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Matthew 18: 3
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poem by C.F. Wilkins
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The Distant Song
As we tread upon life's path so long
Please remember my distant song
Never say goodbye my friend
Make sure our song never ends
Though we may be many miles apart
Let the song keep singing in our hearts
The song, we sang together
The song, that got us closer
Let it sing in our mind
Let it sing in our senses
To prove a friendship of our special kind
By bringing sweet remembrances
poem by Avik Datta Gupta
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My Lagan Love
Where lagan streams sing lullabies
There blows a lily fair.
The twilight gleam is in her eye,
The night is on her hair.
And like a lovesick lenashee
She hath my heart in thrall.
No life have i, no liberty,
For love is lord of all.
And often when the beetles horn
Has lulled the eve to sleep,
Ill steal into her sheiling lorn
And through the doorway creep.
There on the crickets singing stone,
She makes the bogwood fire
And sings in sweet and undertone,
The song of hearts desire.
song performed by by Van Morrison
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I'm Singing
I’m Singing…
I’m Singing a New Song…
Deep Inside my Heart…
It’s a Song…that is different from any other song I have sung before…
It is a Song of…
A Song of Hope,
A Song of Love,
A Song of Fate,
A Song of Peace,
A Song of Friendship,
A Song of Family,
A Song of Life,
A Song of Healing,
A Song of Strength,
A Song of Courage,
A Song of Light,
A Song of Flight…
My Heart is beginning to Soar…
I’m finally starting to Fly…
I’m Singing…
poem by Bleeding Heart
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The Request
Sing me a song-a song to ease old sorrows,
And dull the edge of care-
A song of Hope to ring through all the morrows
That be my share.
Unlock the doors where joy hath been in hiding,
Though barred they be and strong,
And send black grief far down the wind a-riding-
Sing me a song.
Sing thou thy sky-lark song of sweetest daring,
And April ecstasy,
That I may follow it and go a-faring
To Arcady.
Charm sleep from out the shadows with thy singing,
And when the light turns grey,
Leave me bright dreams until the dawn comes bringing
The rose-edged day.
The wind of March taught thee his springtime madness,
And then in undertone
Whispered the wonder-secret of his gladness
To thee alone.
And thou hast learned from little brook and river
Their tender melody-
The notes that set the thrush's throat a-quiver
Are known to thee.
Sing me a song-a song to ease old sorrows,
And dull the edge of care-
A song of Hope, to ring through all the morrows
That be my share.
poem by Virna Sheard
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Dreaming Country
I am sitting on a porch in a swing,
Dreaming country and enjoying the spring
Looking down a road that not on any map
While picking the guitar lying across my lab,
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
The tunes just come to me and the words run free
Country honey and the old oak tree
I feel the rhythm of the beat within my heart
The words roll out country; like a work of art.
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
Tell me do you feel the rhythm and the country mood
Do you hear the sound of loving that you can't elude.
Sit back and enjoy the tunes, let's dream of some country
It's the kind of music that keeps you so damn hungry
Dreaming country and living the life of song
It's the kind of living where you can't go wrong.
Dreaming country and walking the road of song
Singing proud, playing my guitar that I brought along
poem by Rik Bertrand
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Passion Grows Here
she had been dead until now
oh, who knew what could grow here
under cement and cold ashes
so thick like snow
oh, who knew what passion could be there
in a heart as cold as stone
who knew what looks of vulnerability lie
behind glassy eyes
behind kind and knotted hands
oh, who knew the song of her heart
everyone knows the song
the song of life
it grows in us
when we are most unaware of it
and springs forth upon us when we don't expect
but when we are ready
and oh, are we ready
look at how many places there are to go
look at all of our brothers and sisters here in this place
write
write
know it
you know it
it cannot be contained
it is life itself
everyone has the song
oh, everyone knows this song
poem by Ms. Queenie
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My personal life is the same. At the end of the day, this is just a job. I love what I do, and it's a great job. But it's like my alter ego. There's Chris Brown the singer. And there's Christopher Brown, the down-home Tappahannock boy that plays video games and basketball and hangs out.
quote by Chris Brown
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The Sing Of A Song Of Life
a song in our eyes
a song in our imagery ears
a song in our hands
a song in our feet
It's a distant song
It's a future song
A song who says
beyond future, beyond distances, beyond nothing,
a song that resembles your life, so tell it
in a song as if you were telling it in a story
poem by Anye'a B. Pinnock
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When I come up with an idea about the way I feel, I can really state it strongly in a song.
quote by Chris LeDoux
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