I'd take the syncopation and play swing, and then read the syncopation lines with my left hand.
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Now They Call It Swing
W. hirsch / vaughn deleath / n. cloutier / l. handman
Once they called it ragtime
And it had its fling
Its the same old syncopation
Now they call it swing
Then they played it jazz time
To a buck-and-wing
Once again it sweeped the nation
Now they call it swing
When singers used to sing
They would go hot cha
But with this modern thing
Now they go dru-du du, dra-da-da
Rhythm has its seasons
Summer, fall and spring
But for seven silly reasons
Someone pulled the string
And they started dancing
Now they call it swing
song performed by by Billie Holiday
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Frog syncopation
beats down pond timpani on
water like a gong.
haiku by Val Morehouse
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You Stink!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
All I've ever wanted from you,
Was your trust.
Although my honesty shows,
Perhaps I trust too much.
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink! '
I know this but I came without a motive.
'You stink!
You stink.
You stink.
You stink! '
Can't you see,
I'd rather be in sync with you desperately.
But you think I should first prove,
My devotion is complete...
With a soothing approving beat you seek!
'You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
You stink!
Don't you know you're out of tune,
And out of rhythm.
Way off the beat without a syncopation given.'
I get the message!
You have preferences.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I would if I could I’d make a poem
Auditions
I would if I could I’d make a poem
the best you have ever seen
Then you’d see me as I see you
when I see your heart in me
I know I’ll need all the right words
and all in their proper places
I may also need a miracle, If
I’m to capture your embraces
I arranged to hold auditions
but so many words applied
‘big ones pushing to the front
the small ones knocked aside
Piled high in the wings together
all contending for position
Each one claiming a special
gift, an emotion or a mission
Some claimed subtleties of meanings
beyond their usage or their years
Others claimed ‘lyrical syncopation’
like some lexiconic engineers
One insisted – it could offer
Rhythm, Rhyme and alliteration
And simile and harmony
and a yet more syncopation
Those that failed were outraged
making war on the chosen few
in the end my poem collapsed
when they tore the thing in two
As I walked out at the end of the day
with my dreams of love deflated
I saw you with them in a bar nearby
singing a song that they’d created…..
…………………….My piccolo is a big oboe
…………………….beside your synthesizer
…………………….so bang my drum
…………………….and I’ll bite your bum
…………………….and we’ll have fun for hours
What do you mean?
The hell you were?
What, you were auditioning me?
What's he got that I don't?
…………………….My piccolo is a big oboe
…………………….beside your synthesizer
…………………….so bang my drum
…………………….and I’ll bite your bum
…………………….and we’ll have fun for hours
poem by Sean Joyce
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Growth of Free Verse from the Metrical Verse.
When you think and feel
in terms of iambs or trochees
and sing them in series within,
you feel the pulse of a regular
rising or falling rhythm.
The recurring feet or beats make the lines
monotonous or surfeiting;
may be dull and flat at times..
The increasing anapaests
Makes the movement fast
But dactyls keep the tempo slow.
The epics and long tales of the past
with thrilling and grilling events
recharged our minds to linger long
in tasting of those sonorous lines.
You pen the shoddy lines
of words and phrases you think,
with a natural mix of humour and rhetorics
images and word-music
in long end-stopped or short enjambed ones.
Free verse lines of syncopation
blossom out of syncronised patterns
to sing the beauties of the mundane
and supreme things.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Our Song
Toledo was just another good stop
Along the good kings highway
My fortification took me by surprise
And hit me sending me sideways
Spellbound - roundly - good for sunshine
Cant help thinking
Singing the rule britannia
And this is where it grabs you
Theres method in the key of c
Toledos got to be the silver city
In this good country
Our song
It gives us a reason
Our song
That good remedy
Music has magic
That stuff of syncopation
Ever tried driving it to golden heights
Just simply jiving it
My mystification it got a
Jewel skies crazy spacing it
Hot sun - crowded - screams high voices
Singing speechless
Touching of the healing heart
So this is where we really start
Music is a shout of foregone conclusions
As long as music plays its part
Good good part
Our song
It gives us a reason
Our song
That good remedy
Music has magic
Its good clear syncopation
Treat it good
Treat it rightly
And if you get it flowing
The harmony is glowing
So get ready
So get ready
Dont go toledo toledo dont go
Music - good to you
Music - good to you
song performed by by Yes
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Our Song
Toledo was just another good stop
Along the good kings highway
My fortification took me by surprise
And hit me sending me sideways
Spellbound - roundly - good for sunshine
Cant help thinking
Singing the rule britannia
And this is where it grabs you
Theres method in the key of c
Toledos got to be the silver city
In this good country
Our song
It gives us a reason
Our song
That good remedy
Music has magic
That stuff of syncopation
Ever tried driving it to golden heights
Just simply jiving it
My mystification it got a
Jewel skies crazy spacing it
Hot sun - crowded - screams high voices
Singing speechless
Touching of the healing heart
So this is where we really start
Music is a shout of foregone conclusions
As long as music plays its part
Good good part
Our song
It gives us a reason
Our song
That good remedy
Music has magic
Its good clear syncopation
Treat it good
Treat it rightly
And if you get it flowing
The harmony is glowing
So get ready
So get ready
Dont go toledo toledo dont go
Music - good to you
Music - good to you
song performed by by Yes
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Minor Key
Coffee and a sunrise while a
prelude plays my mind.
Music colors dreaming, mixes
syncopation into lyric tunes.
Birds will lay their eggs today.
I fear a turn to rain.
poem by Rick Stokes
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Read Between The Lines
Uh hu
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
Ah ah ah ah
Late afternoon
Its the sun going down
A call on the cell
Why is he in such a hurry
Leaving the room
Hes mumbling too
Now look what hes doing
Hes leaving out the room
No explanation
No ask for location
Just watching him pacing
Wonder who hes chasing
Looks like versation
The end of debation
Hed love to go swing and
(chorus)
You better open your mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Hot in the morning
Im up waiting for breakfast
Know your getting restless
This fool is full of questions
Little replying
Whole lot of denying
Instead I feel life in
So why do you keep on trying
Touch for the median
Now hes a comedian
Thats all the more reason
Its changing like the season
Are you still pleasing
How soon youll be leaving
Which one hell be creeping
(chorus)
(bridge)
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on running me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on runing me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Cause youre thinking
Your ___ aint mistaken
My temperatures peaking
Now why is you barely speaking
Busting his bubble
And he knows hes in trouble
Hes talking in doubles
I listen to him hardly believing
Changing the story
And trying to ignore me
Still reaching out for me
Still aint no point in reaching
Give me a reason
To put you back on the line
You wasted enough time
I had to open my mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
(bridge repete 2xs)
song performed by by Aaliyah
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Hospital Emotions
Hospital Emotions
Anticipation
hopes awaited
unexpected obviation
Cogitating calculations
weary weighted
contemplations
Unforseeing stimulation
infiltrating
hearts syncopation
Animating fluctuations
lost translated
time sedation's
Punctuated speculations
waning worries
renunciations
(25 April 2007)
Who You Are To Me
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If You Read These Lines This Morning
if you read these lines this morning
these lines that miss you
these lines that say i love you
these lines that are dying to touch you
to hug and kiss you
these lines that know every inch of you
if you read these lines well enough
then you know who i am
i, who is nothing to you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Changing Every Day
Someone says
Wake up child
And throw your life away
See you in the crime file
What will your mama say
Sometimes you get angry
No focus in your life
When people get hungry
They learn how to survive
Chorus:
Changing every day
Changing every day
Changing every day
Changing every day
Summer syncopation
The space between your eyes
Is a place for heroes
That never compromise
Sometimes you feel lonely
No focus or surprise
Pushed into production
What a way to live our lives
(chorus)
song performed by by Culture Club
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Crushed By The Wheels Of Industry
Call me in the morning just before the breakfast show
Well watch tv and analyse the weather
Before we go to work well have planned the day ahead
Well while away the working day together
Work all day or work all night its all the same
If you want to play
Some are nurses
Some steal purses
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Liberation for the nation now!
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Theres a party going on thats going to change the way we live
But how do we know weve even been invited
Now the invitations waiting and the table is reserved
So just play it cool and dont get excited
Work all day or work all night its all the same
Will we ever change
Its vocation or vacation
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Syncopation for the nation now
Crushed by the wheels of industry
Breaking in the future just before the week is up
They can do it but its going to take some money
Have what you desire if and when you see the fact
They will lead us to the land of milk and honey
Work all day or work all night its all the same
If you want the pay
Some drive tankers
Some are bankers
Some are workers
Some are not
It is time for a party
Liberation for the nation now!
song performed by by Heaven 17
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The Swing
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
It marks the moments as the years go by in an innocent phase
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Into my destiny
Into my desire
Its the swing
Its the swing like a pendulum
So look behind you when the race has run
And the winner is named
The swing into never-neverland
There was a darkness like an old friend
That scratched and crawled up the wall
Into my life
Well its the swing
The swing like a pendulum
Between the pieces and between the lines
Leaving nothing to hide
song performed by by INXS
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Swing
(nick feldman)
Baby ben really likes to swing
Baby ben really feels like a king
As the wail of the horns make his body sway
Peggy sue likes to rock and roll
Peggy sue gonna lose control
As electric guitars play all her fears away
Chorus:
You gotta swing down tonight
Swing it real tight
Swing with your baby tonight
You gotta swing down tonight
Its gotta feel right
Swing with your baby tonight
Swing tight with your baby tonight
Swing down, swing down tonight, swing!
Baby ben knows just where its at
Baby ben wears a pork pie hat
Feeling so cool, he draws his baby in
Peggy sue dont care for no rules
coz peggy sue is his queen of cool
Locked in the groove they surrender to the swing
Repeat chorus
Swing, swing, swing, swing
Whether its rock or its swing
The groove is the thing
Gather the night around you
coz the world belongs to you
Swing with your baby tonight - swing tight
With your baby tonight
song performed by by Wang Chung
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I Can Read Between The Lines
Roy orbison/joe melson
Girl I got your letter telling me youre coming home tonight
The lines were sweet and tender signed with all your love
Pretty words to make me feel alright
Then I read it over I got the feeling youre not completely mine
I held it to my chest, where you always rest
And I cried cos I can read between the lines
Between the lines I see youre making believe
But I cant help it, I still want you
Between the lines its plain youre playing that old game
But I still love you, and I cant change
Baby Ill be waiting at the downtown station right on time
Reaching out to hold you, the way I always do
Ill pretend that you are only mine
And while Im loving you I cant read between the lines
While Im loving you I cant read between the lines
Transcribed by the teenking
song performed by by Roy Orbison
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The Reason For Achilles Death
And when fire bred no breath within him,
did he inculcate innocuities...his being?
He had tred intrepid cities' tears underfoot,
while gods forged, in tandem, stronger plate
For his head, chest...deemed unnecessary by
miscreant mortal within, misbegotten in Time.
Achilles dealt his brother's valor a trifle,
bauble, for value.
In turn, Achilles brother knew that weak link,
gods' foolishness. Awarded his great brother
Syncopation of laughter, and revenge...
Silence.
poem by Elysabeth Faslund
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In My Swing
In my swing of life
I have room for you
If you would like
to swing
I will play with you
We will swing together
high into the sky
Holding to each other
letting time go by
In my swing of life
alone
just me, and you
Tied to a moon-beam
we'll make dreams
come true.
poem by Heather Burns
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Swing! Swing!
Come on baby let's swing,
it's Sunday with bring bring,
feelings of o key, and refreshing,
twisting our body, and dancing.
just swing like this,
and swing like that.
forget your stress even once,
reduce your worries and dance,
gather your strength to break a fance,
come on baby it's our chance.
swing to avoid confusion,
swing to rebuild your brain,
swing for your creation,
just swing for your talent.
for a week your working,
with much concentration,
stop that for enjoying,
let's dance for the medicine.
i say swing swing swing
come on and swing swing
poem by Dickson Mseti
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