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When I started to play trumpet I was fortunate to learn very quickly.

quote by Frankie Avalon
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Fortunate Son

Some folks are born
Made to wave that flag
Ooh that red, white 'n blue
And when they play
'Hail to the Cheif'
Ooh they point the cannon at you, lord
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born
Silver spoon in hand
Lord don't they help themselves?
And when the taxman
Knocks on their door
Ooh the house looks like a rummage sale, yeah
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no, no
Some folks are born
Starspangled eyes
Ooh they send you out to war
And when Australia asks
'How much do we get?'
Ooh they just ask for more and more and more and more and more and...
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no millionaires son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no CIA son, no
It ain't me, it ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son

song performed by by Pearl Jam
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And my dad wanted me to play the trumpet because that's what he liked. His idol was Louis Armstrong. My dad thought my teeth came together in a way that was perfect for playing the trumpet.

quote by Jackson Browne
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I've played with all of the heavyweights in the modern jazz, progressive jazz movement. I've been fortunate enough to play with them, a who's who. All of those guys, I've been fortunate enough to have performed with.

quote by Sonny Rollins
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Sacred And Eternal

I am fortunate to be a poet with words periodical
I am fortunate to write poems sacred and eternal.

I am fortunate to see the world in new look
I am fortunate to be in poetic imagination
With evergreen colors sacred and eternal.

I am fortunate to be a part and parcel of the world
That is yours and only yours
And you are for all sacred and eternal.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Stanzas In Meditation: Stanza II

I think very well of Susan but I do not know her name
I think very well of Ellen but which is not the same
I think very well of Paul I tell him not to do so
I think very well of Francis Charles but do I do so
I think very well of Thomas but I do not not do so
I think very well of not very well of William
I think very well of any very well of him
I think very well of him.
It is remarkable how quickly they learn
But if they learn and it is very remarkable how quickly they learn
It makes not only but by and by
And they may not only be not here
But not there
Which after all makes no difference
After all this does not make any does not make any difference
I add added it to it.
I could rather be rather be here.

poem by Gertrude Stein
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Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, they're red, white, and blue
And when the band plays hail to the chief
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, Lord
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no senator's son, son, son
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord, don't they help themselves now
And when the tax man comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no millionaire's son, son, son
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, no, no
Some folks inherit star-spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask 'em how much should we give
Ooh, they only answer more, more, more, more
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no military son, son, son
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate one, one, one
It ain't me
It ain't me
I ain't no fortunate son, son, son

song performed by by Bob Seger
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Blue Notes

All you players
who play the blues
play, play
play the sad news.
The minor chords
will take you down low.
Let the sax wail
and the trumpet blow.
Listen and lament with
that licorice stick,
all you lovers
sad and heartsick.

Let it all out boys.
Play, play, play.
Those tearful lovers
hear what you say.
They hear those blues
and they feel it too.
It will let their tears fall
like no other notes can do.

poem by Edwina Reizer
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Trade You Lay

Don't get me started.
No don't get me started.
Don't get me started,
Don't!

You tell me for you I am the one,
But if I was younger...
I'd be fun.
But don't get me started.
Don't.

You want a poppa and a friend.
To toy around in your play pen.

Don't get me started.
Don't get me started,
Don't get me started,
Don't!

Because...
I refuse to be,
A piece of trade you lay.
I'm not that way.

No I...
Refuse to be,
Treated like a piece of meat!
Not today.

Don't get me started.
Don't get me started,
Don't get me started,
Don't!

Don't get me started.
Don't get me started,
Don't get me started,
Don't!

I...
Refuse to be,
Treated like a piece of meat.
Or a trade you lay.
Trade you lay.
Trade you lay.

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Deaf Trumpeter

How long are you going to trumpets
Your sad melody for the Trumpet flower in the Trumpet woods?
Brother! You get trampled one day by the trumpet weeds
And we never hear of you again.

poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Shadows within Shadows

Come with me in the shadows, come
Way beyond the caravan way
Drum out the fear and hear the drum
Play minstrel play; play minstrel play

Burn the candles ‘n smell 'em burn
Daylight is gone, this is your day
Learn the music that shadows learn
Play minstrel play; play minstrel play

Romance in shadows sweet romance
Sway to music, let your heart sway
Dance with dancers, join in their dance
Play minstrel play; play minstrel play

Come with me in the shadows, come
Play minstrel play; play minstrel play

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Shadow Sonnet
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poem by Amera Andersen
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Learn

when broken
learn
when happy
learn
when bored
learn
when you float and does not know what to do
learn just the same
when filled with idealism
learn
when fed with what you cannot swallow
learn again
when the times get rough and you want to kill yourself
learn, learn, learn
you still have many things to learn
faces of life
bodies of life
learn, learn, learn everything
do not surrender

for in truth, you do not do what you only want
you will also do what you are told to do
no questions asked
or you will be left out
or you will be not a part of the picture
this life
learn, learn, learn, always learn
do not surrender
live, learn, live, learn
you will soon do all that others will tell you
learn, learn and learn again

and sooner you will have learned everything
and then do what you want to do
with firm conviction
you know now what is right
and that is what you will do,

now without even being told
you have become yourself

but still learn, learn, and learn again
because

you might be wrong,
try thinking some more, learn
relearn, learn, learn, learn, forevermore....

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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I've never taken vocal lessons. My early trumpet training and a fortunate talent for singing has always been enough for me. In the case of rock singing, I've always felt it was better to remain a bit untrained to maintain your individuality.

quote by Ronnie James Dio
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I started playing the trumpet when I was about eight.

quote by Jackson Browne
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I got started when I was 3 years old because my father was a music teacher and my lessons were free. Instead of learning to walk, you learn to play the piano.

quote by Carla Bley
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Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flag
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue
And when the band plays hail to the chief
They point the cannon right at you
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no senators son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate son
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand
Lord they dont help themselves
But when the taxman comes to the door
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no millionaires son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate son
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes
Ooh, they send you down to war
And when you ask them how much should we give ?
They only answer more! more! more!
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no militarys son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate son
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate one, no no
It aint me, it aint me
I aint no fortunate son

song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Thank goodness I started getting movie roles and then television shows came along. So I was very fortunate to be able to do all three and I like all of them.

quote by Victor Garber
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Fortunate Son

Some folks are born made to wave the flag,
Ooh, theyre red, white and blue.
And when the band plays hail to the chief,
Ooh, they point the cannon at you, lord,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no senators son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no,
Yeah!
Some folks are born silver spoon in hand,
Lord, dont they help themselves, oh.
But when the taxman comes to the door,
Lord, the house looks like a rummage sale, yes,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no millionaires son, no.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, no.
Some folks inherit star spangled eyes,
Ooh, they send you down to war, lord,
And when you ask them, how much should we give?
Ooh, they only answer more! more! more! yoh,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no military son, son.
It aint me, it aint me; I aint no fortunate one, one.
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate one, no no no,
It aint me, it aint me, I aint no fortunate son, no no no,

song performed by by Creedence Clearwater Revival
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Another Try

Another try, I give again, I started shy, my heart started to mend.

It all looked great, but I could tell, something was wrong, as she started leaving her shell.

I was as blind as could be, I had no clue, I did not see, that this experience would be new.

The tension grew, as we fought more, this is something I cannot do, as I showed him the door.

He said no, as I told him get out, things went bad, as he started to shout.

I didn't know, what he would do, I started to show it, as my fear grew.

He knew this, as I walked the other way, then he kissed me, and I let him stay.

He said sorry, I was having a bad day, I forgave him, without delay.

This was a grave mistake, I realize now, he was just a fake, but his anger was real.

Not long after, he started it, I was being abused, as he started to hit.

I was starting to fear, him and his ways, he took away my support, as it started to fade.

I was running out of options, stay or leave, either way, my heart was going to be cleaved.

I was ready to leave, as he came to me, he brought me roses, and I succumbed to see.

That the decision I made, was not the right one, I am afraid, if it is already done.

The choices I made, the things I have done, my heart is breaking, as I am down to one.

So whatever you do, whatever you say, when starting new, watch how quickly it can change your day.

poem by Eric Maffettone
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Song: Child's Play

Are accidents - reflections,
Of the chaotic quantum world;
Do the stars that rule the heavens,
Raise cosmic flags, unfurled?

Is love a constellation,
In the vacuum pack of cold;
A joyous distillation,
A yeast alive in mould?

It's child's play. It is child's play.
It has no creed but come what may.
We write the screed, it's all display:
On bended knee, for luck we pray.

It's child's play. A wild child's play.
We take no heed, but remain unswayed.
It's child's play. It is child's play.
When we learn that greed, is here to stay.

Is the background irradiation,
More a subset of decay;
Not dog-eat-dog predation,
But chance as child's play?

So that's OK. That's what we say.
When the meme of hate, sells well, it pays!
It's child's play. It is child's play,
When our dreams deflate, in a listless haze.

So that's OK. That's what we say.
We lean on fate, like a brand new day.
It's child's play. It is child's play,
When we learn too late, what's been swept away!

poem by Dave SmithWhite
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The Untold Story

Forbidden mistakes kept me alive,
For a few years,
Then after year five,
I started living with tears.

Love was nowhere to be found,
Why me, Why me?
To live just has a hound,
This just isn't fair, don't you agree?

After a little while,
Guilt started to take over,
I even forgotten how to smile,
My life started to say: Mircea, Game Over!!

Someone said eat chocolate,
It's sweet and you'll feel better,
But that was a mistake,
Now I'm fat and cannot put on my old sweater.

Money came next,
But not to me,
They came in checks,
And quickly left and so did she.

What happen to those promises?
Where is she?
I guess somewhere sharing kisses,
And forgetting about me.

poem by Mircea Popister
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