Verse, singing, and speech have a common origin.
quote by Jean Philippe Rameau
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I recorded harp first or singing first. I recorded it all together. Part of the reason is that I don't know how to play the songs without also singing. I forget how they progress. I don't think that any of them are verse, chorus, verse, and so on. They are not simple.
quote by Joanna Newsom
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What Mahfooz Ali means to me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
When I hear the name Mahfooz Ali,
I think of love, freedom, education, and his famous speech...'I can’t be common man.'
Mahfooz Ali wants peace, love and cuddle for himself and for others.
Without using violence he will set an example for himself and for all to see.
His love for people is so great,
Everyone knew him from Locales to beyond his nation.
He wants humanity
and an education to be equal for all.
His famous speech... “I can’t be common man '
Will always encourage all... to let freedom in!
poem by Mahfooz Ali
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According to the now almost universally accepted theory, all the races of mankind had a common origin.
quote by Ellsworth Huntington
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Singing All Day
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
song performed by by Jethro Tull
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The Lord
Verse 1:
What do you get for trying? Minute you're born you're dying.
The body is six feet down.The Lord says the soul sticks around.
Chorus:
You can believe what you wanna but I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna believe in the Lord.
You can believe what you wanna but I know what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna believe in the Lord.
Verse 2:
You think you live on laughter. But you don't know what's after.
Singing Hallelujah. I can know the Master.
Chorus:
Verse 3
When my life is over. Lie in fields of clover.
Waiting for my own girl. Living in a new world . Yeah..
Chorus:
Verse 1:
Chorus:
end:
I'm gonna believe in the Lord.
song performed by by Bee Gees from Cucumber Castle
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Thoia Thoing
[Intro:]
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (uh)
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing (It's Kellz)
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (From Chi-Town)
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing (Japan via satelite, come on ya'll)
I had her singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (America)
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing (Getcha hands up)
She had me singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing (Woooo)
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing (Woooo)
[Verse 1:]
To who made need to kno
thats her on da flo
sliding down the pole
horny but fo chor
Drinks were in the cup
she showd me some loveso we left the club
Now were up in the Hummer V
shes so hot shes kissing on me
this is the girl of my fantasy
after the remix we were doing are thing
[Chorus:]
I got her singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
She had me singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing [x2]
[Verse 2:]
Now I dont kno about chu
but I would like to get wit 2(ah)
dice hunnies while im chillen baracud(ah)
red bikinis and some up heal shoes (ah)
who could think of any dam thing cool(ah)
we at the crib so it aint no rules(ah)
Im butt naked, sweat socks, and house shoes(ah)
100 bottles of cris in the cool(ah)
Im frozen thanks the Jacob the jewl(ah)
one dal without me and shes shaking like a fien(ah)
yall tell me whats r&b without the the R(ah)
[Chorus:]
I got her singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
She had me singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing [x2]
[Verse 3:]
I met a girl in the shopping mall
she had hazel eyes said shes form africa
she broke it down right in front of me
rollin on her knees I said im scared of ya
tattoo on her back lovin the way she wrok it
body movin like shes dancin in the circus
back forth up down when jerk it
put the thoiathoiathoing on now watch her murder it
[Chorus:]
I got her singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
She had me singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing [x2]
[Bridge:]
We make a lot of noise
wake up through the world
all of the ladies in the house
we'll show ya boys and girls
last call for alcohol
we're closin down the bar
tell me where's the after party at
we rollin with the R
[Chorus:]
I got her singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing
She had me singing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing thoing
Thoia thoia thoia thoia thoing [x2]
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Man may be considered as having a twofold origin - natural, which is common and the same to all - patronymic, which belongs to the various families of which the whole human race is composed.
quote by Adam Clarke
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One day I heard a speech of Hitler. In this speech he said that the German factory worker and the German labourer must make common cause with the German intellectual worker.
quote by Fritz Sauckel
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There are three principles in a man's being and life, the principle of thought, the principle of speech, and the principle of action. The origin of all conflict between me and my fellow-men is that I do not say what I mean and I don't do what I say.
quote by Martin Buber
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Standing On The Ashes
Night long
night dark
night dense
standing on the ashes of dying values
see my land camouflaging with forgotten ancestors
globalisation sounds high to uproot us from our origin
values takes another shape to combat time well
confronting old with new
but reality dictates mother is yet mother
...after finishing such profound speech
drank mouthful of water from costly bottle
the speaker unlocking his laptop
tried to demonstrate some docus
in favour of uttered truth
at the same time same premises
the peasants behind the fence
shouting with rage
'we would not seed
the bio-tech seeds,
change the plan
change the scheme of loaning'
Speaker took high hand to disperse the gathering
first with stick then with bullet...
scenario changes and speech gets another shape
hi-breed mother took seed from test tube
hi-breed mother gives birth of hi-breed child...
bone ash of our togetherness
flying with desperate dark anger
everywhere the death likes the death of destiny
everywhere the soil getting cracks
crack crackles the gulf within ourselves
root gets lost its origin
origin finds its original destination
self-destruction becomes the choice to begin again
Night long...
night dark...
night dense...
standing on the ashes of old values
yet cry can't stop its crying
since we all are tired to be a being....
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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My Innocence
To humans I boast my innocence,
They seem so innocent, so concise in speech;
My life resides in me, like a part of speech,
Just to be exultant, just to be heavenly.
May the red blood not contaminate me,
As humans wear some mockery.
The singing does soar with flames,
When boasting is about like the trumpet.
Tremors of rain brighten the day
With joy of triumph, the very strength of humanity.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Rights And Wrongs
The edge of a right is again in command,
Open the doors to wounds and deliver the praise.
The country sells prices high, the region of birth
For many of the land of the people.
The actions and acts resolve as speech,
Common speech has raised the audience,
But royal speech will speak fully like the military.
Ideas drive me to command the loyal, dignified,
The backs of a jar damage the held law
As it splits not showing the description on its front,
This image of beauty so broken by now.
Rights are right, and wrongs are levels of stupor,
Yokes of the egg shall mix and create the omelette of taste.
poem by Naveed Akram
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If a university official's letter accusing a speaker of having a proclivity to commit speech crimes before she's given the speech - which then leads to Facebook postings demanding that Ann Coulter be hurt, a massive riot and a police-ordered cancellation of the speech - is not hate speech, then there is no such thing as hate speech.
quote by Ann Coulter
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Democracy is zera
Democracy is zero
Common man is hero.
Common man is called
Janata janardan
Common man is called
Nara narayan.
Common man is omnipresent
Common man is Omniscient
Common man is omnipotent.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Fundamental of Liar Chapter CXV: Common Thing
It’s not a kindness of heart
It’s not strong solidarity
It’s just a common thing
It’s not local wisdom
It’s not old tradition
It’s just a common thing
It’s not call of duty
It’s not sense of right
It’s just a common thing
It’s not formal greeting
It’s not automatic response
It’s just a common thing
It’s not a matter of guessing
It’s not a part of instinct
It’s just a common thing
It’s not natural reaction
It’s not act of compassion
It’s just a common thing
It’s not regular news
It’s not lack of awareness
It’s just a common thing
It’s not general knowledge
It’s not piece of memory
It’s just a common thing
It’s not statistic range
It’s not operational standard
It’s just a common thing
It’s not moral excuses
It’s not people ignorance
It’s just a common thing
It’s not public secret
It’s not rhetoric question
It’s just a common thing
It’s not different mindset
It’s not basic solution
It’s just a common thing
It’s not absolute law
It’s not blind obedience
It’s just a common thing
It’s not sweet revenge
It’s not getting even
It’s just a common thing
It’s not constant worry
It’s not planted fear
It’s just a common thing
It’s not usual bickering
It’s not daily fight
It’s just a common thing
It’s not die hard habit
It’s not strange behavior
It’s just a common thing
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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To The Same
Töchterchenlein, by whom the least became
The greatest title of dear Daughterhood,
Who hast not laid down life, nor spilled thy blood
For me, but throbbed them thro' the living frame
Of duteous days less different than the same,
Yet not too much the same to be construed
In number, that still multiplied thy good,
And, by the figure of a changing name
For changeless love, helped my weak utterance
Of thy desert; as step by step we climb
A height, or by a thousand measure one:
I verse this Poetry which thou hast done,
As he who gazing on a rhythmic dance
Finds even his common speech a little keep the time.
poem by Sydney Thompson Dobell
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Be it there, albeit unyielding
‘Hang there my verse in witness of my love’,
said Orlando, inscribing on each bark in the woods,
‘Rosalind’, the name of his unbidden beloved.
‘Stay there my verse in witness of my love
For the unbidden lady, to be seen by our common friends,
By which, by which only, I shall be elated.
17.04.2003
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Supremacy
There is a drear and lonely tract of hell
From all the common gloom removed afar:
A flat, sad land it is, where shadows are,
Whose lorn estate my verse may never tell.
I walked among them and I knew them well:
Men I had slandered on life’s little star
For churls and sluggards; and I knew the scar
Upon their brows of woe ineffable.
But as I went majestic on my way,
Into the dark they vanished, one by one,
Till, with a shaft of God’s eternal day,
The dream of all my glory was undone,—
And, with a fool’s importunate dismay,
I heard the dead men singing in the sun.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Pisschrist
Where are we now?
When we are blind
Abandoned faith
You left behind
Were you betrayed?
Or did you lie?
Our common fate
Our common demise
Where is the son?
To light the way
Along the path
Of our dismay
Look to the sky
On judgement day
A human god
That was man-made
So we lie
So we lie
So we lie
So we lie
And so we rise
Just to fall down
In reality
You're never found
I'm reaching out
With sealed eyes
I grab for light
Visions decried
Repeat fourth verse
So we lie
So we lie
So we lie
So we lie
Face down
song performed by by Fear Factory from Demanufacture
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Books
Oh! Bury me in books when I am dead,
Fair quarto leaves of ivory and gold,
And silk octavos, bound in brown and red,
That tales of love and chivalry unfold.
Heap me in volumes of fine vellum wrought,
Creamed with the close content of silent speech;
Wrap me in sapphire tapestries of thought
From some old epic out of common reach.
I would my shroud were verse-embroidered too---
Your verse for preference—in starry stitch,
And powdered o’er with rhymes that poets woo,
Breathing dream-lyrics in moon-measures rich.
Night holds me with a horror of the grave
That knows not poetry, nor song, nor you;
Nor leaves of love that down the ages weave
Romance and fire in burnished cloths of blue.
Oh, bury me in books, and I’ll not mind
The cold, slow worms that coil around my head;
Since my lone soul may turn the page and find
The lines you wrote to me, when I am dead.
poem by Zora Bernice May Cross
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