I've always expressed my love for fashion through my music.
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Beautiful Music
Before I knew that I was blessed
When I was just like the rest of the people
Who never let dreams in their minds
Music would play and say
Maybe you're wastin' your time
Before I knew what good could be
When I couldn't see the need or the reason
For trusting in me or my star
Music would play and say
Hey, what a dummy you are!
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Before I saw my life in lights
When I couldn't taste the nights I was missin'
I'd listen alone in my bed
And music would sing to me
Things no one else even said
And when I heard all the words about passion
Singin' to me about love of a fashion
That I never heard anywhere else
That's when I said,
"Gotta get some of that for myself"
And when I heard about hurtin' and healin'
Beautiful words about beautiful feelings
What lots of believin' could do
Beautiful music, I knew it just had to be true
You're beautiful
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
Beautiful, Beautiful Music
-acapo
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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All i got to my name.
All I got to my name,
Is my music
It's all i ever am
and all i will be
you can't take it away
it's all i got to my name
My music is my life
my music is my love
my music is my fire on a cold day
my music is my castle where i stay all the day
my music is home
where i feel safe
It's all I got to my name
don't you dare take it away
it's what makes me me and not you
My music is my best friend
my music is my nae
it's all I own that matters to me
My music is all i got to my name
no family
no friends
all i need is my music
I need nothing but my music
it's what I do all the day
all I can say
My music My music
all i got to my name...
poem by Alice Lion
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Love is Music
Love is like music……
But…….
Music is not like love….
So what about it…
Does it effect us…
Who is more powerful….
Love or Music…
Love, Music, Love, Music…..
How to choose them..
It is quiet hard…
God Al-mighty, please…
Help me to make decision…
What is my decision….
Is it love or music….
Love is important….
So is music…
Love is priceless….
But music is always in my heart….
Love….
Music….
It seems that we cannot choose….
We have no choice..
So let it be…
Lets god decide it…
Is god will...
So wait for it….
poem by Rashid Iskandar
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Jazz to me is a living music. It's a music that since its beginning has expressed the feelings, the dreams, hopes, of the people.
quote by Dexter Gordon
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My Perspective Of music In My Life<3
I love music its my life
If I was a dude I'd make it my wife
I study music like its a test
Music to me is not a guest
I could sit & listen all day long
I know music could do no wrong
Music is Beautiful
The lyrics are real
The mood and beat is wall I can feel
When you love music & give it control
Music can be your heart body & soul
I love to sing with the music
I love music & I can prove it
poem by Princess Artis
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High Fashion
I know a sexy little girl
She's never in the low class world
This woman is all the way vogue
High Fashion is where her money goes
She dines at Le Dome up on the strip
Cheap liquor never touches her lips
Her brandy's imported every week
No problem, 7,000 easy
High Fashion is where her money goes
High Fashion - This girl is all the way vogue
She's never in the low class world
High Fashion - Stuck up little rich girl
High Fashion
High Fashion, yeah
I met her dancin' at Le Dome
I offered dinner at my home
She said no, all of her friends laughed
Funny how the laughin' stopped when I flashed all the cash I had
(I'm talkin') $1900 is 2 much cash 2 hold
One of my boys had 2 carry half, now honey U know that's bold
Wait a minute
She had the nerve 2 ask what kinda car I had
"Honey, I'm ridin' in back of a Rolls Royce limo custom-painted plaid!"
High Fashion is where my money goes
High Fashion - Honey, I'm all the way vogue
I'm never in the low class world
High Fashion - And I just love little rich girls
(High Fashion) High Fashion (High Fashion)
Hot Station - I took the child 2 my crib
Donation - Do U take or do U give?
She took one look at the swimmin' pool
I said "I'll donate" - We were 2 swimmin' fools
High Fashion is where our money goes
High Fashion - All the way vogue
We're never in the low class world
High Fashion - Don't be a little stuck up rich girl
All the way vogue {x2}
I'm all the way vogue
Yeah, yeah
(High Fashion) {repeats in BG}
Dinner at Le Dome
Little girl
Money man
I'm the money man
Money man {x2}
High Fashion {x4}
Ohhhhh
(High Fashion) {x2
song performed by by Prince
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Tango
The beginning is timid
time has no limit.
magic movements are slow,
we dance the tango of love.
It's the music of feelings,
bliss and passion revealing,
dance of flight and explosion
of hidden love.
The beginning is timid
and is not so vivid,
then it turns into wild
and grasping dance.
We go deep into music,
plunge ourselves into tango,
flow together in movements,
in the rhythms of love.
You throw down the gauntlet
and I gently accept it,
then resign or surrender
as I love to be flown.
Your glance strikes like a dagger,
then it looks like a beggar,
then it turns into covert
and shifts aside.
Step....3 more.... and I wonder
if the next step is a thunder
or it will slightly blow
just like a breeze.
Glamor rhythms of tango,
languid music of passion,
I am out of fashion
and lose my head.
Our thoughts and emotions
on the verge of explosion,
on the verge of insanity
of crazy love.
Tango waked up a volcano
singing songs Italiano,
flaming love and desire
of two in love.
We dance the tango of passion
which is out of fashion
turning time to eternity
and the beauty of love.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Eternal Love
How many times, how many ways,
Have I expressed my love for you?
Never have my feelings gone astray
Altho' others tried my love subdue
Beloved! Come sit here by my side
Let us liberate once fettered passion
We'll waste no time on foolish pride
With just one kiss love we'll fashion
Heaven and Earth may pass away
But this love shall endure forever
Only our twin-souls we need obey
A bond no sword could ever sever
Let what God has joined as one
Be a joyous wedding celebration
ROTM
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poem by Ray Lucero
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Music Is Life
Music is life
Music is love
Music is joyful
Music is peaceful
Music is a journal
Music has feelings
Music has emotion
Music tells stories
Music is unpredictable
Music is exciting
Music holds memories
Music is life
poem by Person You Don't Know
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Music is Heaven
Music appeals,
it also heals.
Music cheers,
but also brings tears.
Music inspires,
it never tires.
Music serenades,
it reverberates.
Music incites,
it also excites.
Music exhilarates,
also illuminates.
Music refreshes,
it also revives.
Music mesmerizes,
and also mystifies.
Music is magic,
music is love,
music is life,
music is Heaven.
11 June 2010
7: 15 pm
poem by Gita Ashok
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Nevertheless the passions, whether violent or not, should never be so expressed as to reach the point of causing disgust; and music, even in situations of the greatest horror, should never be painful to the ear but should flatter and charm it, and thereby always remain music.
quote by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
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I Don't Wear Those Masks
I'm not in it for the fashion.
Or to shake my 'booty' to the music.
I represent what I feel.
It is real,
My heritage given.
An ethnic inheritance I honor.
And not a nightclub fling,
Waiting for the weekends to binge.
To awaken with a hangover on Monday...
With an excuse to make,
As to why I am late to perform my tasks.
Not me...
I don't wear those masks!
I'm not in it for the fashion.
Or a fad to display until it fades.
What you see is 'me'...
With an idenity I carry.
And bonded I am to it like a marriage.
Only death will divorce me from this love!
Firmer than steel in cement,
I am grounded.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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Music, my favorite place
Music comes to life
When life is boring
Music can tell a story
That sounds like its for me
Music can torture me
With old memories
Music can love me
When theres no love for me
Music can save me
When I am lost
Music can cure me
When I almost pay the final cost
Music can yell at me
Which keeps me awake
Music can speak softly
When I need a moment away
Music can teach me
That this world isnt just hate
Music
my favorite place
poem by Jackrabbit Krjs
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Fashion
Theres a brand new dance but I dont know its name
That people from bad homes do again and again
Its big and its bland full of tension and fear
They do it over there but we dont do it here
Fashion! turn to the left
Fashion! turn to the right
Oooh, fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - dont listen to me
Talk to me - dont talk to me
Dance with me - dont dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Theres a brand new talk, but its not very clear
Oh bop
That people from good homes are talking this year
Oh bop, fashion
Its loud and tasteless and Ive heard it before
Oh bop
You shout it while youre dancing on the ole dance
Floor
Oh bop, fashion
Fashion! turn to the left
Fashion! right
Fashion!
We are the goon squad and were coming to town
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Listen to me - dont listen to me
Talk to me - dont talk to me
Dance with me - dont dance with me, no
Beep-beep
Beep-beep
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
Oh, bop, do do do do do do do do
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fashion
La-la la la la la la-la
song performed by by David Bowie
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She's In Fashion
She's the face on the radio
She's the body on the morning show
She's there shaking it out on the scene
And she's the colour of a magazine
[chorus]
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
And she's in fashion
Ouh Ouh Ouh
She's employed where the sun don't set
And she's the shape of a cigarette
And she's the shake of a tambourine
And she's the colour of a magazine
[chorus]
[bridge]
Ah Ah
And if she tells you two is one
Then two is one my love
Ah Ah
And if she tells you you should know
Then you should know my love
She is strung out on a TV dream
And she's the taste of the gasoline
And she's as similar as you can get
To the shape of a cigarette
[chorus]
[outro]
The sunshine will blow my mind
And the wind blows my brain
song performed by by Suede from Head Music
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My True Love
At least now I can live my life
As now I know that nobody is waiting for me.
Now I know that nobody loves me
So many years I spent with her
And I thought, maybe I could share everything of mine with her
Yes, I did share my deep feelings with her
Lot of my feelings had darkness attached with them
I deeply wanted to get immersed into her soul
However, at the end my love was considered as failure by her
She, also expressed that I turned into someone else once I became her lover
Although, if I remember correctly, it was expressed by her that I know how to drive her crazy for love
The way I expressed myself to her, once I became her lover
Was my love for her and yes it can be termed as sexual as well
However, I did truly love her
Actually, she was the only girl who knew about my true feelings
She knew I was a bisexual
Everything, she knew about me
That is why I thought, I could blindly trust her
She knew everything, about me.
(This poem was written in 2011 and I never published it because after reading it I know the world will hate me more)
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Obviously given good health, and a continuing audience and a record company that allows me to do music. So given those things yes, I'm introducing some new music that people haven't really heard me do in quite this fashion.
quote by Al Jarreau
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Fashion is not something that exists in dresses only. Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way we live, what is happening.
quote by Coco Chanel
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Expressed!
Expressed!
Pressed,
Impressed,
Stressed;
To pick her up,
To pick him up,
To pick it up,
Group, coup, soup, croup! !
Hens, hence;
Judge, budge, drudge, fudge!
And like an English teacher.
Expressed!
Way, sway;
But in a straight line.
Expressed!
Way, away;
Kludge, trudge, nudge! !
And like the Silver Moon;
Bigger and bigger!
Like the tail of the aircraft;
But you can identify it with the signs of love,
And like an English teacher.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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