I certainly understand that we're all trying to make a living, but I'm not thinking about that when I'm making it. And if that's your sole motivation, it's going to reflect that narcissistic greed, and you're going to hear it in the music.
quote by Aimee Mann
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Do You Hear Me?
Give you
Time?
To do what?
'To comprehend
What you are saying.'
And
You expect me to do what?
'Be patient.'
And in my patient waiting,
What from you can I expect?
'An attempt to understand.'
I tell you what
Why don't you make those attempts
To understand on your own time
And if you find me understanding
With a comprehension you have discovered
Not outdated by my continued journey
Of living life by taking chances
Without making excuses
To introduce myself to fresh experiences
'Perhaps' I may be struck by a bolt of motivation
That inspires me to listen with time given
Just to focus on you
'Oh?
So
What are you saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
So
What is it that you are saying?
You are not willing to take the time?
Do you hear me?
Do you hear me?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The joy of living,
The joy of living,
The joy of living is restoring my soul,
This is the joy that I will increase,
Thinking that the asset is all the beauty,
You are the son of the most high,
In the world today,
I found that the heavenly is the joy of living,
Making up to my making,
This is the man that is all beautiful,
Understand that in the society,
The world is all very rough and tough,
This is the logic that I will never fail,
Come and make me understand that you are the truth,
In all that is to be done,
You gave me Authority,
That by every word you spoke,
Really meant to bless me in all my afflictions.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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Being here allows me to make the case that not all aging, narcissistic movie actors whose children could be mistaken for their grandchildren necessarily act with the same motivation.
quote by Warren Beatty
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Motivation
Love isn’t any motivation
Wealth isn’t any motivation
Health isn’t any motivation
Create not more confusion
Inspiration and motivation is a pair
Imagination follows and is near
Near enough to make you desire
Near enough to make you crave instead of tire
Like the nutrients that enhance the growth of a plant
Motivation is the force from your self within
The invisible voice urging you to win
Motivation is when you make it routine
To implement actions to show you are keen
Copyright 2005 - Sylvia Chidi
poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Something Happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
Something happened, you don't hear about
Oh, please that never did before
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad, oh
I never saw this on TV
I never read it in no book
ahh
Something happened
I just don't understand
hey, baby, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
Something happened
I just don't understand
Something happened
It's making me feel mad
I thought I knew a lot of things
but I don't know a thing, oh, oh, oh
Something happened
I just don't understand
The things I hear and see
don't seem the same
The things I touch and feel
are forever changed
I've never felt this way before
and I hope I never do again
Something happened
I don't know why or when
oh, something happened
I just don't understand
something happened
I just don't understand
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
something happened
Doo, doo-doo, doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Thats Motivation
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you see what I see?
Colin, I want you to use your imagination
You wake up one morning and you ask yourself
Why am I so exciting?
What makes me dramatic?
Youre trying to say something about yourself
The dazzling crime of wisdom
You fall for reality
Youre bruised and bewildered
Then you learn to fall in love with yourself
Thats motivation
You raise yourself high
Presenting your soul
You step from the shadows
You hear the command
An image to dream
You tremble permission
Tomorrows rewards bloody skies of today
Youll step out of time
Into lifes every dream
A life of such powerful meaning
Now you has class
Now you has splash
Now you has mass motivation
Heres an image I can recommend
Heres a product you will die for
Heres a nightmare that will never end
Get you fired upp burning go oh oh
You know you got something
You know you got style
We dont take much just a little bit
Thats motivation
Welcome to the world of your dreams, colin
Where you can be what you want
Commit horrible sins
And get away with it
Lust
Gluttony
Pride
Anger
Sloth
Avarice
And jealousy
You know you got something
You know you got the style
We dont take much, but a little bit
Thats motivation
No more false illusion
Goodbye to confusion
Stand out from the madding crowd
Motivation is symphony
Symphony in style (thats motivation)
Its brilliant, original (thats motivation)
Stimulating, encouragement (thats motivation)
As precious from home (thats motivation)
So what (motivation)
Say what (motivation)
New (moti)
So (moti)
Now you has class motiv
Now you has mass motivation
song performed by by David Bowie
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Spanish Is The Loving Tongue
Broke my heart, lost my soul
Adios,mi cora sole
Spanish is the loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spring
It was a girl I learned it from
Living down sonora way
Well, I dont look much like a lover
Still I say her love words over
Mostly when Im all alone
Mi amor, mi cora sole.
Havent seen her since that night
I cant cross the line you know
They want me for a gamblin fight
Like as not its better so
Still I always kind of missed her
Since that last sad night I kissed her
Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, mi cora sole
Broke her heart, lost my own
Adios, mi cora sole
Adios, mi cora sole
Adios, mi cora sole.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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My dear music
Some music...
Make mad...
Some music
Make nice mood...
Some music...
Make happy...
Some music
To do dance...
Some music
Malking a sleep...
Some music
Killing sleep...
Some music
Making angry...
Music... is
Not only music...
Thear is all
But...
Nothing for all...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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What the use?
What the use of dreaming if I ain't dreaming about you
What the use of chatting if I'm not chatting with you
What the use of taking a picture if you not on the other half
What the use of seeing if I'm not seeing you
What the use of talking if I'm not talking with you
What the use of loving if I'm not in love with you
What the use of living if you not by my side
What the use of thinking if I ain't thinking about you
What the use of smiling if I'm not smiling with you
What the use of hearing if I'm not listening to you
What the use of praying if I'm not praying for you
What the use of listening to music if it doesn't make me think of you
What the use of living I just don't understand if you not by side, if you not at arms reach I really don't see a point of my existence if my one and only love is not by side I need you here with me right by my side is where you belong
poem by Zinhlejobe Sithole
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Classical Music
Classical music makes me cry
Each time I hear a piece
My heart wells up with so much joy
Until music cease Chopin, Beethoven, and Mozart too
Make the inner sole want to sing
It makes me happy to hear the notes
To each note my heart wants to cling Classical music has never meant so much
To me until to Europe I went
But now it brings overwhelming joy
Many hours of listening are spent What a wondrous talent the writers did have
Of the Classicals I listen to each day
The joy it brings to many of us
Will last forever each day that it's played.
poem by Sharon Wiseman
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Feel The Music
What is music and why is it here?
Music is made for the ear.
To be made and played for many of decades.
To be embraced by different cultures and race,
Music
the heart of man
Only it seems now only a few understand
Music.
The upbeat the down beat the chords the rhythm it plays.
Exchanging and changing forever.
Music.
Not one man can take the responsibility for making the music the music made us.
You have to trust in the
Music
Classical Jazz, Swing, Country everything it brings.
Music.
Although music has a lot of names it will always remain the same
Music will always change.
The dramatic character of a story.
It will always end with the final glory.
Because of its graceful authority
music
Don't make music that embraces no heart
Make music that shall shine threw the dark.
Music lives every where.
Creating our atmosphere.
Our world circulates by the beat the music makes
So listen to the music see what is hidden in side.
Listen to the music shhhh! Close your eyes.
Unknown music is everywhere.
So open your ears stand clear
music it is taking over so beware!
There is no escaping
There is no replacing
There is no other so there is no point of looking further my brotha.
Without music where would I be?
It took sweet love music to create me.
The songs of Al green and Barry White stimulated the body so it is no fighting the
Music
Because the music doesn't fight u it hugs u kisses u loves u
Cause the music only can be true
'Lets make music', I've it heard said
But making music is not just in the bed
Music is made threw gospel beats threw the songs of rappers through the notes of the streets.
So let's make music my friend.
A sad moment in your life
'The rain is on your window pane' as Mary J. explains threw a song.
What more do I have to say music is made to be played.
There is no escapade
It is understood music is what it should be
Music is what it will always be
Okay! U understand now so read the music
That sings threw me
Read the music it is written so clearly
read my music
Make your own beat
So let me ask u do u feel the music that I've Just made
Do you feel the music running through your veins
Do you feel the music in my poetry song
Well, if u don't feel the music then something is wrong
Cause music are written in these words
just listen hush! Cause music will be heard
BY: TIFFANY BURTON
THE LOVE OF MUSIC INSPIRED ME
Ó 2006 Tiffany Burton
poem by Tiffany Burton
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It's what the Pixies always said about music - they were writing songs and just trying not to be boring. That was their main motivation and it worked for them. I remember reading that and thinking that was the way to do it.
quote by Jonny Greenwood
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Imposing Upon A Patience Given
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Time is too precious,
To delay an agenda prioritized...
With eyes set to realize,
Things needing to get done.
And accompanied by motivation.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Time is too precious,
To give to others to waste...
As they bask within their egos,
Procrastinating what moves to make...
While imposing upon a patience given.
Some dismiss this discipline.
If not familiar with initiative.
Some will excuse themselves from this.
Thinking motivation is a thing that is wished.
Much like feeding a craving to quickly satisfy a whim...
With the hopes someone mentions a noticeable difference.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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While Making A Living, Also Know How To Live
We were schooled
We were disciplined
We were taught
We were examined
We were trained
We were graduated
All these aim at and help us
Making a living
Once we started enjoying
The benefits of our efforts and skills
And the price of the products
Carved off by our labour
The desire for getting more
Grows strong and stronger each day
As we feel having more
Will help us make a better living
We continue to be path of
Making our lives better
Spending most of our times
In bettering the ways of our living
Most of us have gone that far
That we spend more time in
Making a living
With no time at all to really living
This is like
Spending time in adding facilities
To your bed room
Like air conditioning it,
Changing the matresses
Adding cushion
Colouring the walls
Facelifting the room with a range of others
But having no time to sleep
It is quite similar to cooking such items
Which we cannot eat ourselves
We should have a wisdom
Where we should stop making a living further
But start really living it
While making a living,
Also know how to live it
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Moving In
Im thinking bout moving in,
Commit myself to you, forget where Ive been,
Im thinking thinking bout moving in,
Im thinking bout making my stand,
And I know I could do it,
If you give me your hand,
Im thinking bout making my stand
Making my stand,
You changed my world,
And you stood in my doorway,
You changed my life,
When you stepped into my mind,
Used to think that there was no future before me,
Now you say that I can leave my past behind
Now you say that I can leave my past behind
Behind
Dont understand why you do what you do
You keep giving your love,
We give nothing to you,
You keep giving your love,
We give nothing to you,
Used to think that there was no future before me,
Now you say that I can leave my past behind
Now you say that I can leave my past behind
Behind
Dont understand why you do what you do
You keep giving your love,
We give nothing to you,
You keep giving your love,
We give nothing to you,
Here I am thinking bout moving in,
Making my stand,
Here I am thinking bout moving in,
Making my stand.
song performed by by Cliff Richard
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Bigtime Operators
Well, they told me to come on over
I made my way to new york
And they tried to have me deported
Stop me from getting work
Blacklisted me all over
They were vicious and they were mean
They were bigtime operators
Baby, on the music business scene
Oh, they looked like politicians
But underneath they were thugs
And they spread malicious rumours
Threatened to have me busted for drugs
They had nothing on me
Oh man, I was really clean
But they were bigtime operators
On the music business scene
They put a bug in my apartment
To listen in on my calls
I was looking for some motivation
I couldnt find any, any motivation at all
They were very desperate people
Riding in long black limousines
But they were bigtime operators
On the music business scene
They were glorified by the media
They were heroes who had names
They said that they would bury me
If I didnt play their game
They said I didnt know the score
And that I was young and green
They were bigame operators
On the music business scene
Tried to hold me to a phoney contract
I said I didnt agree
Had to get out of the clutches
Had to go underground you see
Now Im living in another country
But I know exactly just where Ive been
Stay away from bigtime operators
Baby, on the music business scene
Well, baby bigtime operators
On the music business scene
Oh baby, bigtime operators
On the music business scene
Well, full of names and places
Baby, you know who I mean
song performed by by Van Morrison
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Blessed...
Before you,
Ive had thoughts of just going..
Leaving without a sound..
Thinkin, this is what I want.
& its make everything better.
I felt unsafe in my own skin,
I wanna get out,
and never go bak in.
insecure,
and hopeless.
Somehow,
I've met you.
you give me something to look forward to.
I stopped with the thoughts.
I realized what the world is all bout.
the greed of us all,
that drags us down.
Well, I dont greed,
not for money,
not for fame.
Not for anything.
But I must say..
I greed too..
I greed for one thing..
I want you.
you make me feel safe,
whenever I hear the sound of your voice.
you calm me without knowin.
& the way you love,
Its amazing.
I am blessed,
I am yours..
Will you be mines?
poem by Dislocated Heart
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Music
Music not easy to make it
But easy for you just to take it
Music gonna make you sweat
Here we go and get rock and wet
Music gonna make you jumping
Let the rhythm making you pumping
Music every day and night
Makes you happy and stop the fight
In your place
I'm back again to start this race
Music is getting in your feet
Here we go and go with the beat
Music makes you feel so proud
Mr DJ play it loud
Music they only choice
So everybody lets make some noise
Music not easy to make it
But easy for you just to take it
Music gonna make you sweat
Here we go and get rock and wet
Music gonna make you jumping
Let the rhythm making you pumping
Music every day and night
Makes you happy and stop the fight
song performed by by DJ Bobo
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Jabber Musicc
Twas The Music Booming,
Loud As Can Be.
The Music Is Dooming,
NO ONE, Loves The Music As Much As Me! !
'Beware The Music Is Loud,
Making Ear Bleed! '
But Still I Am Proud
I Will Share The Music With No Greed!
'Beware Of The People Who Shuned Thy Sound.
I Took My Sword, The Mic It Swings,
In The Mic She Sings.
One Two One Two Through And Through,
We Sing Together So long And Forever.
Twas The Music Booming
Loud As Can Be
The Music Is Dooming
NO ONE, Loves The Music As Much As Me!
poem by Samlayy Broussard
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Come Listen To The Music
I hear the music of the heavenly angels
Coming softly through the blue sky from above
Blending with the music from on the mountain tops
Bringing to all earth's people messages of love.
The song birds are singing to the angels' music
Telling us to hear the words of truth very clear,
"All of earth's people are more alike than different
And to help each other will leave no room for fear".
Come listen to the music of quiet gentle breezes
And music from wild flowers growing on the hill
Whispering softly to awaken our spirits
Saying, "Only listen and let your hearts be still,
So to hear the music from the living waters
That can bring abundance wherever there is need,
Can heal all broken hearts burdened with sorrow,
And can free the people caught by their fears and greed".
Listen to music from the world's throbbing heartbeat
Commanding its people to live in true harmony
By hearing the voices of heavenly angels
Singing love, joy, and peace can be our destiny.
Listen to the music in kind smiling faces
And the music of a child laughing gleefully
Both creating music with notes of "Just Caring".
Won't you please come listen to this music with me?
poem by Alice Lorraine Hill
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