As far as performance, the roar of the crowd, the smell of the greasepaint no I don't feel that.
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Journey Of 1,000 Years
I know just where you come from
Where all your yesterdays are gone
And now youre done
But youve only just begun
Its time you opened up the door
And now its all very clear
This journey of 1,000 years
Can you feel it coming
Can you feel it now
Can you feel it coming
Or is it the (? )roar of the crowd(? )
Can you feel it coming
Cna you hear it
Or is it the (? )roar of the crowd(? )
Did you sleep without dreams
Did you fly without wings
Did you touch without feel
Where nothing is real
Did you feel it coming
Did you hear it
Or was it the (? )roar of the crowd(? )
song performed by by Kiss
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The Man Who Wrote Danny Boy
It happened one night
At three in the morning
The devil appeared in my studio room
And he said Im your pal
And Ill make you a deal
Blow away your struggle
And Ill take your soul for a toy
After rubbing my eyes
I looked all around me
At the half-finished drivel Id worked on for days
And I told him my dream
Was to live for all time
In some perfect refrain
Like the man who wrote danny boy
And I said if youre real, then Ill ask you a question
While most of us turn into ashes or dust
Just you and that other guy go on forever
But who writes the history
And who do I trust?
He gave me a wink
And he said it was funny
How mortals would pour all their blood, sweat and tears
Onto tape, onto paper
Or into the air
To be lost and forgotten
Outside of his kind employ
Then I thought I could hear a great sound in the distance
Of whiskey-soaked singing
And laughter and cheers
And theyre saying, that song could bring tears to a glass eye
So pass me the papers, Ill sign them in blood
And the smell of the brimstone was turned into greasepaint
And the roar of the crowd like the furies of hell
And I hear the applause and I hear the bells ringing
And the sound of a womans voice from the next room
Saying come to me now
Come lay down beside me
Whatever youre doing youre too gone to see
You cant hold onto shadows, no more than to years
So be glad for the pleasures
Were young enough to enjoy
So maybe Im drunk
Or maybe a liar
Or maybe were all living inside a dream
You can say what you like
When Im gone, then youll see
Ill be down in the dark
Down underground
With shakespeare and bach
And the man who wrote danny boy
song performed by by Joe Jackson
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Beat Of Your Drum
Photograph king, watches you go
Now fashions may change, heaven knows, but you
Still leave a stain on me
Only to go colours may fade
The seasons may change, weather blows, but you still leave a mark on me
Wrong-negative fades-never the twain, reckless and tame
I like the beat of your drum
I like to look in your eyes
I like to look thru your things
Id like to beat on your drum
I like the smell of your flesh
I like the dirt that you dish
I like the clothes that you wear
Id like to beat on your drum
I beat it I beat I beat it
I feel it
Disco brat-follow the pack
Watching you peel, heaven knows, prison cant hold all this greedy intention
Only to go-i picture you now
Music may change-hi-di-ho keen to follow your nose
Wrong-love out of tune
Sweet is the night, bright light destroys me
I like the beat of your drum
I like to look in your eyes
I like to look thru your things
Id like to beat on your drum
I like the smell of your flesh
I like the dirt that you dish
I like the clothes that you wear
Id like to beat on your drum
I beat it I beat cant beat it
I feel it
I like to beat on your drum
I like to beat on your drum
I like your face in the crowd
I like to beat on your drum
I beat it I beat cant beat it
I feel it
Cant beat it
I feel it
Ho beat it
I beat it
Oh yeah
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like to yell it out loud
Id like to beat on your drum
Cant beat it cant beat it
I feel it I feel it
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like your face in the crowd
Id like to beat on your drum
Yeah yeah yeah
Cant beat it
Cant beat it
I be there
Baet it all out
Beat it all in the crowd
Beat it beat it beat it beat it
I feel it I feel it
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like to beat on your drum
Id like to blow your horne
Id like to beat on your drum
Yeah yeah yeah
Ahhhhhh
song performed by by David Bowie
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That Smell
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree you're in my way
There's too much coke and too much smoke
Look what's going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you Prince Charming
Can't speak a word when you're full of 'ludes
Say you'll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, you're a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, Lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Can't you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by 3 Doors Down
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Dead Relationship
what is this relationship with a dead father
what are these offerings to a dead father
what is this for?
whom is it for?
a duty or a right what for?
what the son had to offer a needy LIVING father.....
no one knew....there was no witness
what the son has offered to a dead father....
every one knew....there was quite a crowd to witness
the last right was a perfect performance
a perfect performance and that's what it was
to pacify the soul of the dead father
a perfect performance...out of fear
the SON would continue to perform this every year....
out of FEAR
poem by Samanyan Lakshminarayanan
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Earthcrosser
Sleep little flea
Little boy ? me?
A freak
Am I clean?
([background whisper] sleep)
I feel like men
(sleep little flea)
I feel like boys
(little boy me)
I think Im peeling
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Disconnected
I am unattached
Unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
Blurry vision
Oh...
Oh...
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale, too sick
Too scrawny
But Ill sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Not yours...
Its 2 am
And its quiet again
Wheres my lip gloss?
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
And the ring in my ears
From playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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Earhtcrosser
Sleep little flea
Little boy
Me a freak
Am I clean?
I feel like men
I feel like boys
I think Im peeling the ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Im disconnected
I am unattached
An unmade bed makes me feel like a failure
Bedroom eyes lead to blurry vision
And the ringing in my ears from playing too loud
I hear the ocean
I hear the crowd
Too pale
Too sick
Too scrawny
But Ill sleep here anyway
And the sheets smell like bodies
Not mine
Not yours
Its two a.m. and its quiet again
Wheres my lip gloss?
song performed by by Veruca Salt
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That Smell
(allen collins - ronnie vanzant)
Whiskey bottles, and brand new cars
Oak tree youre in my way
Theres too much coke and too much smoke
Look whats going on inside you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Angel of darkness is upon you
Stuck a needle in your arm
So take another toke, have a blow for your nose
One more drink fool, will drown you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Now they call you prince charming
Cant speak a word when youre full of ludes
Say youll be all right come tomorrow
But tomorrow might not be here for you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Hey, youre a fool you
Stick them needles in your arm
I know I been there before
One little problem that confronts you
Got a monkey on your back
Just one more fix, lord might do the trick
One hell of a price for you to get your kicks
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
Ooooh that smell
Cant you smell that smell
Ooooh that smell
The smell of death surrounds you
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter LXI: Crowd
Be inside of the crowd and you’ll get that euphoria strike
Be outside of the crowd and you’ll get a better spot
Be inside of the crowd and you’ll feel so high
Be outside of the crowd and you’ll find who’s right
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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I Think I Smell A Rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where it's at
I think I smell a rat
walking down the street
carrying a baseball bat
I think I smell a rat
Oh I think I smell a rat
I think I smell a rat
all you little kids
seem to think you know
just where is at
I think I smell a rat
treating your mother and father
like a welcome mat
I think I smell a rat
song performed by by White Stripes
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Performance
We are all performers
on a daily stage,
each of us having a part
to play the best we can
from waking in the morning
to sleeping late at night.
Every performance
is watched from on high
and he sends us a message
when we get our performance wrong.
He tell us in his own way
how to mend the performance
that we gave,
then we go out and start
all over again,
only this time
to right the wrongs we made.
5 February 2008
poem by David Harris
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Do not feel you are special, let others feel so
It is natural that
Each one of us is
Special and unique
In his or her own way
Problem it becomes
When we feel strongly about it
And when no others
Come up and tell
You are special
We all do things
But will not do things
The same way others do
We have our own way
And style of doing that
Others gauge our performance
Based on the quality of the outcome
Punctuality, consistency
And very importantly
Our attitude to what we do
All of us differ in all these aspects
And in that we stay special and unique
It is but human nature
To expect others to
Recognize what is done
And come out with a word of appreciation,
Which is a sort of motivation
But others are not that generous
To tell great things about what you have done
Often they are quick to find out
The lapses in your performances
This is where, all of us get stuck
And feel bad about it
You have the right to feel
You are special and unique
But do not expect others
To feel that
You can, however, make them feel so
And recognize your great things
By the quality of performance and
Your attitude towards it
Do not feel special about you
Let others do so
By your excellence
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The Mouse That Was King
Drum rolls jesters dance, frolic and sing
The crowd waits with excitement for the crowning of the new king
Order order cries the speaker order in the house
From behind the curtain the king sprung out
The crowd gasps in disbelief for king was a tiny little mouse
The king leaped upon the thrown and silenced the crowd
For i am your king said the tiny little mouse
Do not fear me the king cried out
The crowd screamed out with fits of laughter in the house
How can you rule a kingdom your a tiny little mouse
Then from no where at all the king let out a mighty roar
Where did that come from a voice call out
Well we all know it came from this tiny little mouse
Something In Your Eyes
You ask me why, I say why not
Anything is possible, anything can be
Therefore tonight I'll get you hot
You'll feel a passion you never dreamed
And I know you feel I'm overconfident
What kind of man could I be
It's clear to see it's like animal attraction
When you add it up it's just a matter of factions, girl
(HOOK)
Something in your eyes told me
That you were looking for a man you could adore
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
You think you're dry, I say you're wet
I can make it possible, I can make it true
And all night long I'll make you sweat
Gonna do a feeling that's long past overdue
And I know you think why so much confidence
What kind of man must I be
It's clear to see it's like adding and subtracting
When you add it up it's just animal attraction
(HOOK) 2x
So when I get inside and make you wet
I'll lick you dry
Creamate your body weak
From all the body heat
And like a lion you'll hear me roar
And when I feed it to your body
Make that body get weak some more
I'll take you to the peak
I'll make you wanna scream
And like a lion you'll hear my body
Roar and roar and roar and roar and roar
(HOOK) 3x
Anything is possible and anything can be
You can feel a passion you never dreamed of
See it in your eyes
You've given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
It was something in your eyes that took me to feel it
Something in your eyes, and hey, I can see it
Something in your eyes had given me a sign
And I knew it was on, I knew it was on
(HOOK) 2x
song performed by by New Edition
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The crowd is the catalyst.
Whenever you are in the crowd
There I get you by sensual aid
As eyes are swords, more than words.
You are at ease in the crowd,
So private and so shrewd
In your approach to my side
That no one can suspect.
Enough. That only I expect.
A clear internet exists,
That binds us with no exits.
You are so sophisticated;
I am so intoxicated.
Whenever you are in the crowd
I never miss the very crowd.
You are the reason that I survive.
You are the cause my youth relives.
Whenever we are in the crowd
In us is lost the whole crowd.
We are fed when our eyes meet.
More than that, I want not.
Less than that, I stand not.
We are at ease in the crowd.
The whole time I shall incur.
I salute the crowd to recur.
30.04.2001, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Happy
When I look at you
I know what you say is true.
When I hear your voice
I know I made the right choice.
When I smell your smell
I remember how hard I fell.
When I feel your touch
I know why I love you so much.
When I feel your arms around me
I melt into you softly.
When I feel your hand in mine
I know everything will be just fine.
When I feel your kiss
I know exactly what I will miss.
When I look into your eyes
I know you will tell me no lies.
When I know you're near
I have no fear.
When I sense you're around
Nothing can bring me down.
When I hear your name
I feel my face enflame.
When you just appear
I feel this uncontrollable want for you, my dear.
When I touch your skin
I feel this electricity within.
When I'm with you I always smile,
I feel wonderful just getting to sit with you for awhile.
When you rub my feet
I feel my heart skip a beat.
When I hear you speak
I feel my legs go weak.
When I touch your lips with mine
I feel a tingle run down my spine.
When I think of us together
I want us to remain that way forever.
When we talk or you're with me
I feel so incredibly happy.
poem by Ashley Reese
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The Beautiful Game
As you step on to the muddy field,
You feel the joy rise inside you,
The crowd roars as the players take up there positions;
And your team gets ready to kick off.
As the game commence all nervousness is lost,
Replaced by a sudden adrenaline rush,
The play goes back and forth, forth and back;
But you run on still,
nothing else concerns you but the ball.
It goes on as such for many minutes,
Until your rivals get a chance,
Your goalie tries but to your despair the ball finds the back of the net;
The crowd boos in anger and frustration.
The very next play the ball comes to you,
You run up the wing blasting by defender after defender,
You see an opening in the keeper’s defences;
You wind up to shoot and…
TWEET! You’re tackled by a defender,
Penalty shot declares the ref,
To the opposition’s protest.
You place the ball on the penalty spot,
And the once roaring crowd goes silent,
Thousands of eyes are upon you unspeaking and unforgiving,
As you wind up to shoot all time seems to stop;
And Suddenly time resumes to the roar of the crowd
And your teammates swarming around you,
At this moment you think to yourself,
Soccer, the beautiful game.
poem by Joseph Conlan
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0099 The Reading
The EX IT sign in the Town Hall Theatre
was lit by gas. A smell you never quite forget.
It serves to pin the memories of those other times.
The sister of the junior mistress at the local school
was here to give her reading: 'Scenes from Shakespeare';
whole scenes and all the characters.
Imagine.
But she had a very special voice.
Oh who can know
the where and when
that life may give its life to life
and give it full, and give it whole?
And who may know
how many years
before the fruits
burst in the soul?
Or what the lights
and where the sounds
and what they speak,
and where the whole?
The performance ended.
As the lights came on,
the audience were still for - seconds? -
as if they had forgotten they were not already at home;
then walked out into
the rainy darkness of the seaside town,
past the gaslit EXIT sign;
the sea a distant seethe and roar
and some were changed for life.
So, poetry.
.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I Like Smells
i like smells...
woodsmoke, and food,
black coffee in the morning.
the smell of rain,
of mud, of wetness.
the smell of the walls
of the cave, of the stone,
of the moss...
the smell of sex, of arousal,
of a woman's neck.
the smell of pine needles,
of an old house,
of fresh turned earth...
the smell of old books,
of old dogs, of shadows
without form...
i've even become accustomed
to the smell of death!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Performance art can involve the audience with taste, smell and sounds not available with electronic media and not practical with conventional theater. This is due to the usually small audience.
quote by Jack Bowman
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