And really the purpose of art - for me, fiction - is to alert, to indicate to stop, to say: Make certain that when you rush through you will not miss the moment which you might have had, or might still have.
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Red Alert
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Oh whoa
Na na na noo noo
Information
Is time to comfort the weak
Invitation to rock with you
They will freak
Ho-ho-ho!
Red alert
This house is a-rockin'
Red alert
Tearin' the walls down
Red alert
No way to stop them
Red alert
Give me more, more, more
Red alert
I'm amazed
All the people that walk down the tower
In a haze
A masseuse will trigger the score
No, no, no
Red alert
This house is a-rockin'
Red alert
Tearin' the walls down
Red alert
No way to stop them
Red alert
Give me more, more, more
Red alert
Oh tear it down
We've been bad
Not as bad as we could have been
Not so sad
Next week we're gonna do it, do it again
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Red alert
This house is a-rockin'
Red alert
Tearin' the walls down
Red alert
No way to stop them
Red alert
Give me more, more, more
Red alert
This house is a-rockin'
Red alert
Tearin' the walls down
Red alert
No way to stop them
Give me more, more, more
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Red alert
song performed by by Quiet Riot
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I Miss
I miss
I miss the way you say my name
I miss your smile
I miss the way you make me feel
I miss you
I miss the sparkle in your eyes
I miss the love you had for me
I miss having your shoulder to cry on
I miss your arms around me
I miss the way you make me smile
I miss the way you hug me
I miss the way we always met
I miss everything about you
I miss your warmth
I miss the love raidiating from you
I miss the softness of your lips
I miss you
poem by Kalista Mccart
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Where radio is different than fiction is that even mediocre fiction needs purpose, a driving question.
Cut Here
So we meet again!" and I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
yeah its the look I used to know
"Three long years... and your favorite man...
Is that anyway to say hello?"
And you hold me...
Like youll never let me go
"Oh cmon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while... "
"Oh I wish I could... and I will!
But now I just dont have the time... "
And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye...
I still see that look in your eyes...
So dizzy Mr. Busy too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute - Sometime soon - Maybe next time - Make it June
Until laterDoesnt always come
It so hard to think "It ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance"
Because its hard to think
"Ill never get another chance to hold you...
To hold you... "
But chilly Mr. Dilly- too much rush To talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second - Just Hang On - All in good time - Wont be long
Until later...
I shouldve stop to think - I should've made the time
I couldve had that drink - I couldve talked a while
I wouldve done it right - I wouldve moved us on
But I didnt - now it's all too late its over... over...
And you're gone...
I miss you I miss you I miss you I miss you
I miss you I miss you so much
But how many times can I walk away
and wish "if only... "
How many times can I talk this way
and wish "if only... "
Keep on making the same mistake
keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish "if only... "
But "if only... "
Is a wish too late
song performed by by Cure
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Put a Sock In It
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Many getting sick of the pickiness started.
And when it gets sticky they can not stop.
Instigating agitation with annoyance.
Dropping all they've got to tie a mind in knots.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Can't you see them strike poses and begin to 'cheese'.
Then plop on their knees,
To make their pleas.
These same folks cry about bad luck.
With claims their butts are stuck in ruts.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Today there is just too much stuff.
And people are getting fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Put a sock in it,
Maybe this will rush a hush.
Folks have had enough,
And fed up!
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
Folks have had enough.
And fed up!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Telling Stories
There is fiction in the space between
The lines on your page of memories
Write it down but it doesnt mean
Youre not just telling stories
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
There is fiction in the space between
You and reality
You will do and say anything
To make your everyday life
Seem less mundane
There is fiction in the space between
You and me
Theres a science fiction in the space between
You and me
A fabrication of a grand scheme
Where I am the scary monster
I eat the city and as I leave the scene
In my spaceship I am laughing
In your remembrance of your bad dream
Theres no one but you standing
Leave the pity and the blame
For the ones who do not speak
You write the words to get respect and compassion
And for posterity
You write the words and make believe
There is truth in the space between
There is fiction in the space between
You and everybody
Give us all what we need
Give us one more sad sordid story
But in the fiction of the space between
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
Sometimes a lie is the best thing
song performed by by Tracy Chapman
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Let's stop for a while
let's stop for a while and listen to the songs of the birds
wait for the bees that flaps there little wings and feel
the whisper of the wind beneath the golden sky
look up the wondering twilight star of a day they
never stop, as the stream of the creak that flows
into the sea they stay, touch the trembling baby who
face the looks as everybody is happy
open up and receive of what is life, a life that is free,
an eternity of destiny to live, open as you wish for
the purpose of life you take is what you make you to
stay
let us begin to stop for a while, many things has yet!
to be revealed, as round a round we go, we come to
know that life is clear, immortal soul is not a pointless
venture of this moment, for letting us to live is what
makes us to believe that forever the heaven is our
dear home
let our hearts move to receive the truth in our life, that to
live according to the will of God....for life is made than
what we have expected and life have just come to the
place where we are returning home
the time has to come to live this life to serve this
purpose the awaited moment of our life
poem by Antonio Liao
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There is surely nothing other than the single purpose of the present moment. A man's whole life is a succession of moment after moment. There will be nothing else to do, and nothing else to pursue. Live being true to the single purpose of the moment.
quote by Yamamoto Tsunetomo
Submitted by Veronica Serbanoiu
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My Last Moment
It'll be the moment of excitement,
When I'll stop the movement,
When there would be no more improvement,
The moment I will ask no more.
It'll be the time I will kill the moment,
When there will be one entertainment,
What I call the last achievement,
The moment I will ask no more.
The moment I'll stop being a student,
No more blames to the government,
That time of no more being prudent,
The moment I will ask no more.
It will be such an incident,
A woman being pregnant,
And my name becomes important,
The moment I will say no more
It shouldn't be abhorrent,
If a wise man will faint,
It will be my accomplishment,
The moment I will say no more.
poem by Dickson Mseti
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Don't Make Me Love You
(from next best thing ost)
1 - don't make me love you till i'm ready
Don't make me give you more than my kisses
I need you to go slow and steady
Don't make me love you till i'm ready
Oh, why you wanna rush into my life
Don't you wanna stop and get to know me better
We got all the time in the world tonight
And if we're meant to be we'll be together, hmm
Stay around just slow it down
Till we find out if we got what it takes
Repeat 1
Everything i know about you so far
Makes me believe that you're the one for me
But there's still a lot that's on my mind
And i need time before we go further
Don't you see?
So hold me, hold me
But don't be thinking i don't want you too
Repeat 1 (2x)
It's been a little bit of a mystery
Let's wait till we have a bit of history
Behind ourselves ooh yeah
You don't got to be in such a rush
We can live for the moment if we trust
We'll be right here tomorrow, oh yeah
Don't make me love you, love you
Don't make me give you, uh, uh
I need you to go ooh yeah
Don't make me love you, uh, uh, oh yeah
Repeat 1 till end
song performed by by Christina Aguilera
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Will I
Will I miss the skies?
Will I miss the clouds?
Will I miss the ocean?
Will I miss the bay?
Will I miss the sunrise?
Will I miss the moon?
Will I miss the mountains?
Will I miss the trees?
Will I miss the city lights?
Will I miss the snow?
Will I miss the laughter?
Will I miss the jokes?
Will I miss touch?
Will I miss love?
Will I miss you?
Will i?
Will i?
song performed by by Yoko Ono
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I Miss You
I miss you…
but not the you
that you are now
I miss the you that I used to know
Not the you that’s
Changed somehow
I miss the one,
with the smile
bright as the sun
I miss the you
that could make me feel
As if I were the only one
I miss your leg tight against mine
in the front seat
of my ol' Chevy
I miss the you that I could take to
lonely country roads
down by the levee
The one that I couldn’t
Get out of my car, tho’ I didn’t
Really try too hard anyhow
I miss you…really, really
Miss you…just not the you
That you are now
poem by David Whalen
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Miss America
You were the apple of the publics eye as you cut the ribbon at the local mall
A mirage for both you and us. how can it be real?
We love your body in that photograph, your home state sure must be proud
The queen of the united states, or have you lost your crown
Well arent you miss america
Dont you miss america
Wont you miss america
Our love
Well are you really who we think you are
Or does your smile seem to wear you down
Is the girl who you once were screaming jump out
And the dream that you must live - a disease for which there is no cure
This roller coaster ride youre on wont stop to let you off
Well arent you miss america
Dont you miss america
Wont you miss america
Our love
Miss america, miss america
Miss america, miss america
Well its true just take a look - the cover sometimes makes the book
And the judges, do they ever ask to read between your lines
In your cage at the human zoo, they all stop to look at you
Next year, what will you do when you have been forgotten
Well arent you miss america
Dont you miss america
Wont you miss america
Our love
song performed by by Styx, music by James Young
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I Wo'nt Forget...
i won't forget the moment, that i couldn't let you go
will i lose you someday, because i think of it everyday
i won't forget the moment that you said i was kind, like me you can't find
will i live without your smile, that makes me shine
i won't forget the day i hugged you, and said i am going to miss you
why i lost that feeling, because i think i am seeking
for it Again, people don't worry i am not insane
i won't forget the moment that you were in my imagination, at the day of my graduation
can i ever stop your sickness, so we could act like sisters
i won't forget the moment that you laughed, because that made me glad
and now can you come, so i could show you my poem.?
poem by michelle al G
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Little Memory
her shadows make me think
her sunshine is dull and blunted
but i would have her anyway
as i stop from my blink
too stare into her face its bright red
she sleeps till the end of day
always going on about the brink
and never turning down in bed
she's there with lots too say
i miss her in that moment
i wish i could give it back
or have her back
but ive come to the conclusion that she's gone
and if wish my feelings for her where gone
i wish memories of her where gone
but her memories live on
this doesn't feel right
my insides ignite
there's one little moment
stands out by far
and words can't explain it
Too Many Rhymes
make it stop..... i want to die
make it stop... no more love i want to be like i was in the sky
make it stop.... do whatever you can
make it stop... i using my talent for evil
make it stop..... i wanna bash my head in with a pan
make it stop.... love is evol all thats missing is the I which is me
thats what makes it..... make it stop right now
make it stop.... take your time.....
make it stop i can do this all day.
make it stop i guess im ok
good shes gone............ naive she is i cant take this
she should know heh i no longer want a kiss
its too much pain
pain that makes my life wain
pain that keeps me alive the love gives me a reason why
and a reason why not
poem by David Knox
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Chaos, Order, Chaos, Beauty And Ugliness...
beauty must a purpose
have, for instance beauty that
gives peace and
harmony to the world,
presumably this world is a world of chaos,
and chaos is wanton
and understood to be messy and
undesirable, makes the mind
to lack the necessary focus
but what is focus for? what is thinking for?
again, you return to purpose
focus must have a purpose
and thinking must have another purpose
but what is the purpose of purpose?
seems that purpose is beauty
and that purpose without beauty is not desirable,
and so on and so forth,
people get so confused, they want order as though order itself is
beauty
as though it is one purpose that we need,
the universe must have an order
a system, every planet orbiting around the sun must have
a purpose
as though they are human beings like us
as though they are us
look at this poem, read it so well,
it has no purpose but to make you think
make you doubt
that perhaps beauty to be beauty must be wanton
and chaotic, which by itself is a reality
and reality is always
beautiful,
it has always a purpose and this is what you think it to be
right now, but is this really so?
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Then They Do
In the early rush of morning
Trying to get the kids to school
One's hanging on my shirttail
Another's locked up
In her room
And I'm yelling up the stairs
Stop worrying 'bout your hair
You look fine
Then they're fightin' in the backseat
I'm playing referee
Now someone's gotta go
The moment that we leave
And everybody's late
I swear that I can't wait
'Till they grow up
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams
They dreamed of
To come true
Then they do
Now the youngest is starting college
She'll be leavin' in the Fall
And Brianna's latest boyfriend
Called to ask if we could talk
And I got the impression
That he's about to pop the question any day
I look over at their pictures
Sittin' in their frames
I see them as babies
I guess that'll never change
You pray all their lives
That someday they will find happiness
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams
They dreamed of
To come true
Then they do
No more Monday PTA's
No carpools
Or soccer games
Your work is done
Now you've got time
That's all your own
You've been waitin' for so long
For those days to come
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All the
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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Then They Do
In the early rush of morning
Trying to get the kids to school
One's hanging on my shirttail
Another's locked up
In her room
And I'm yelling up the stairs
Stop worrying 'bout your hair
You look fine
Then they're fightin' in the backseat
I'm playing referee
Now someone's gotta go
The moment that we leave
And everybody's late
I swear that I can't wait
'Till they grow up
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams
They dreamed of
To come true
Then they do
Now the youngest is starting college
She'll be leavin' in the Fall
And Brianna's latest boyfriend
Called to ask if we could talk
And I got the impression
That he's about to pop the question any day
I look over at their pictures
Sittin' in their frames
I see them as babies
I guess that'll never change
You pray all their lives
That someday they will find happiness
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All they do
And all they did
You want all the dreams
They dreamed of
To come true
Then they do
No more Monday PTA's
No carpools
Or soccer games
Your work is done
Now you've got time
That's all your own
You've been waitin' for so long
For those days to come
(Chorus)
Then they do
And that's how it is
It's just quiet in the morning
Can't believe
How much you miss
All the
song performed by by Trace Adkins
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I miss you...
I miss hearing you say 'Miss. Long Legs'
I miss you showing me how to make a cake
A cake that you would make from scratch
Decorate yourself
It would take all day long
But I would sit right next to you
I miss the advice you would give me
I miss hearing your stories
Oh My Darling...
I miss the jokes you would tell me
I miss being able to call you
I miss going to your house for sunday breakfast
I miss saying 'grandma can I have more toast'
I miss going for rides with you
I miss collecting cans with you and grandpa
I miss seeing you smile
I miss the hugs you use to give me
Most of all I miss you more than ever
The day you past
It felt like my whole world caved in
I don't think I ever cried so much
The family just wont be the same
You held everyone together
Now who's going to tell me stories?
Who's going to make sunday breakfast?
Who's going to give me advice now?
Know one could ever replace you
I love you so much
I wish you where still here
I need you more than ever right now
I know your in a better place
Hopefully I will be able to see you soon
I cant wait for the day
That I can see your smile again
I miss you grandma
poem by Ashley Olson
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