You take a plug and put it in a socket, and that's what the theatre is-it lights up right away. You speak, and they respond immediately.
quote by Chita Rivera
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Dont You Know
Every move I make
Every rule I break
Makes me want it more
Every step I take
Every new mistake
Each revolving door
Keeps me searching for you
Theres nowhere for you to hide
cause a feelins got me reelin
And Im twisted up inside
Dont you know I got a thing that looks for you
Dont you know the way you make me feel about you
Dont you know I got a place that waits for you
Dont you know that Im always thinking of you
I got a rocket in my pocket
But I dont know what to do
Like a plug without a socket
Im just waitin round for you
Dont you know I got a thing for you
Dont you know the way you make me feel about you
Dont you know I got a thing that looks for you
Dont you know that Im always thinking of you
I got a rocket in my pocket
I dont know what to do
Like a plug without a socket
Im just waitin round for you
song performed by by Devo
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Fitting Into A Socket
My 'self' was made to feel out of place,
At one time.
Made to feel the odd ball 'out' of pocket.
With a connection that didn't fit...
Into any accepting socket.
But time has made it okay for my 'self',
To deliver beyond my own expectations.
And today I can say,
I am rather proud I allowed 'me' to just 'be'.
Knowing it was never going to be easy...
Putting together all those pieces of me,
To feel completely whole.
And today,
I am feeling so bold.
Wherever I choose to plug myself in...
To energize.
I don't have to worry about fitting into a socket at all.
Since I come providing my own motivation.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Clarion Call
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are you so down cast?
Why have your beats of heart become still?
Why is your fate bound with negritude?
Why does silence prevails on your lips?
Where are the guardians of motherland?
Why are your cities so plight ridden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Somewhere glimmer all lamps,
Somewhere dance enchanting scenes,
Somewhere toss starving children,
Somewhere wheezes miserable life,
Why is it difficult to enkindle the lamps?
This is the dilemma of my motherland
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Why are illuminated their houses?
Why are dark our dwellings?
In front of them the Life dances,
And our fate is inscribed with adorations,
Who has devised all these divisions?
Who has enmeshed us all?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
Death dances all around,
Life is enfolded with smokes,
Somewhere toss the injured human beings,
Somewhere lie dead-bodies coffinless,
Where are the sentinels of peace?
Why has decay overshadowed the garden?
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
We shall have to up lift the eyes,
We shall have to enkindle the extinguished lamps,
We shall have to wipe out contents hatred,
We shall have to revitalize this garden,
We shall have to hold up the flag of righteousness,
This is the last part of all oppressions.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
The heads will never stoop henceforth
Tough they are cut off,
Those who are on the way will never stop,
O! My enemy, test the mettle of your arms,
A flood of heads is heading onward.
Now who will dare hinder the heads?
Now who will encumber the clarion call?
The passionate heads are now bent upon
That our country will become an Eden-land.
O! My Motherland,
Respond! Speak!
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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After Dark
There not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are , there is a different feeling
I wake up , Im on the ceilin , opens up your eyes
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine , immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
There is no limit that I would not go
If I could lie beside
Where you are , there is a different out there
Love in the jungle can be hard to realize
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights are fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
(break)
There is not anything I would not do to ease your troubled mind
Where you are , there is a different feeling
I wake up , Im on the ceilin ,opens up your eyes
What a shape ! someone you cant forget for any time
Oh , let me show you mine immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark where the lights start fading sweet and low
I wanna be there , I wanna be there
We leave immediately
After dark
(repeat last verse and fade out)
song performed by by Bee Gees
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Theatre is expensive to go to. I certainly felt when I was growing up that theatre wasn't for us. Theatre still has that stigma to it. A lot of people feel intimidated and underrepresented in theatre.
quote by Christopher Eccleston
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He opens the theatre, and immediately closes it.
Subract You
Another day
Another clean break
Another cigarette and I think I'm gonna be okay
Some other way
Some other mistake
Some other reason saying that you are never gonna stay
You are the plug and I am the socket
You are the rock and I come to rock it
You see the truth when I bring the bullshit
You make me whole when I feel alone
Hands to the hands to the sky
song performed by by Zebrahead from Playmate Of The Year
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Meet Me (Down At The Bottom)
Put it in your pocket, leave it in your shoe.
Plug it in your socket, flush it down the loo.
Hey baby, show me something new.
Put it in your hat, put it in your can.
Feed it to your cat, share it with your band.
Hey baby, help me understand.
Well they're fighting in the kitchen and they're fighting in the hall.
Up against the dark and up against the wall.
Why don't you meet me in the bottom, baby; bring your running shoes.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Meet Me
By willie dixon
Put it in your pocket, leave it in your shoe.
Plug it in your socket, flush it down the loo.
Hey baby, show me something new.
Put it in your hat, put it in your can.
Feed it to your cat, share it with your band.
Hey baby, help me understand.
Well they're fighting in the kitchen and they're fighting in the hall.
Up against the dark and up against the wall.
Why don't you meet me in the bottom, baby; bring your running shoes.
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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I've done a lot of costume drama and theatre - the National Theatre and In fact, most of my work at the theatre, at the National Theatre anyway, was period.
quote by Brenda Blethyn
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He opens the theatre, and immediately closes it. [He raises expectation, and crushes it at the same time.]
On the one hand, young theatre directors were coming to television theatre, because they wanted to get closer to the cinema, despite having studied and worked for the theatre.
quote by Andrzej Wajda
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A Tennyson Fragment
So in the village inn the poet dwelt.
His honey-dew was gone; only the pouch,
His cousin's work, her empty labour, left.
But still he sniffed it, still a fragrance clung
And lingered all about the broidered flowers.
Then came his landlord, saying in broad Scotch,
`Smoke plug, mon,' whom he looked at doubtfully.
Then came the grocer saying, `Hae some twist
At tippence,' whom he answered with a qualm.
But when they left him to himself again,
Twist, like a fiend's breath from a distant room
Diffusing through the passage, crept; the smell
Deepening had power upon him, and he mixt
His fancies with the billow-lifted bay
Of Biscay, and the rollings of a ship.
And on that night he made a little song,
And called his song `The Song of Twist and Plug,'
And sang it; scarcely could he make or sing.
`Rank is black plug, though smoked in wind and rain;
And rank is twist, which gives no end of pain;
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.
`Plug, art thou rank? then milder twist must be;
Plug, thou art milder: rank is twist to me.
O twist, if plug be milder, let me buy.
`Rank twist, that seems to make me fade away,
Rank plug, that navvies smoke in loveless clay,
I know not which is ranker, no, not I.
`I fain would purchase flake, if that could be;
I needs must purchase plug, ah, woe is me!
Plug and a cutty, a cutty, let me buy.
poem by Robert Fuller Murray
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One must let the play happen to one; one must let the mind loose to respond as it will, to receive impressions, to sense rather than know, to gather rather than immediately understand.
quote by Edward Albee
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One must let the play happen to one; one must let the mind loose to respond as it will, to receive impressions, to sense rather than know, to gather rather than immediately understand.
quote by Edward Albee
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A Little Help
just a broken down car,
had to push it out of the road....
put my last ten dollars in gas....
and didnt make it home.
almost had the damned thing
paid for... almost, walking...
this boat has too many leaks....
pay the rent, cut off the lights;
pay the lights, cut off the phone....
pay the phone, run out of food....
everytime i plug one leak,
three more pop up.
working too much for too little,
feeding the machine that's
leaving me behind....
brother, need a little help!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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You Know I Love You... Dont You?
You got the socket and I got the plug
I am the floor and you are the rug
I got the rhythm you got the beat
We feel it shake us from our souls to our feet
And you know I love you
You know I love you...dont you
You got the metal and I got the die
We make a structure that no one can deny
I need you and you need me
I need your honey like a flower needs a bee
You know I love you
You know I love you...dont you
No one is an island on that you can depend
A person on his own is a sinking ship
It will be that way til the time will end
Now dont you worry when things get tough
Well stick together through the smooth and the rough
Your the steam engine and I am the tracks
Roll over me Ill be rolling right back cos
song performed by by Howard Jones
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Some Premeditate What They Say
When I speak,
I am not team motivated.
Nor am I representing a cause,
From a membership of devoted worship.
When I speak,
Sometimes I do admit...
My head is quick to release words,
My heart has not had an opportunity to examine...
Before my lips respond.
But when I do speak,
I have to deliver my words with honesty.
Some premeditate what they say.
As if to have had rehearsed their reactions as well.
I do this.
And I know I am not alone.
I have to control my temper,
The best way I can.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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And I am also here to say that if something were to happen, we are prepared to respond swiftly, to respond effectively, and to respond strongly. That is our tradition as a country. And that is a tradition that we will uphold, regardless of any circumstance because this nation is one that is very, very strong and, indeed, extraordinarily resilient.
quote by Janet Napolitano
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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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