Some things can be perfectly expressed by sound alone and images would only be disturbing. Other times, sound would be possible, but visuals are much stronger and closer to what I want to express and then again, they sometimes overlap perfectly.
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Perfectly
When I say it doesn't matter
It matters most of all
You're not up for conversation
So I'm blinded by it all
The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you
Every fall every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I could release
All the nights every time we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall that's when we land perfectly
Can't see what's before me
Cannot feel the ground
This place that we exist in
Is the sweetest thing I found
The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you
Every fall every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I could release
All the nights every time we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall that's when we land perfectly
The further away you push me
The closer I feel to you
Every fall every crash
Everything that was never meant to be
All the perfect little things I could release
All the nights every time we were just about to leave
Now it makes no sense to me
But it seems when we fall that's when we land perfectly
Perfectly
Perfectly
song performed by by Natalie Imbruglia
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The Sound of Silence
I’m walking down the street
and I hear the sculptor in his house
working on his statue of Krishna
and the chisel rings out on the stone
like a bell that wants to tell you something:
the stone saying, I am perfectly made for this;
the chisel saying, I am perfectly made for this;
the sculptor saying, this is prayer;
Krishna saying, I shall enter this.
And I hear in the sound of the chisel on the stone,
as sure as I know my own name,
that the sculptor is listening to all this too.
The bell-like sound lingers in the air
as if the air would keep it for ever
as the air’s prayer. It’s music.
The clearer the sound
of his striking chisel on stone,
the deeper the silence
as if sound and silence between them
know a secret: that sounds like this
can do anything in the world;
even call Krishna with their music
to play at being stone for us.
The stone’s laughing also:
playing at being Krishna.
They’re both laughing.
The sculptor is smiling too.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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The Sound Of The Atom Splitting
(lowe/tennant/lipson/horn)
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I hate you
I hate you
Nothing will ever be the same
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
Whenever i see you or your work
It makes me feel like spitting
What's that noise?
Oh that
We've been expecting it for ages
It's the sound of the atom splitting
He's a villain,
Him over there
With a stocking on his head
Look, there's another one
They call themselves pinheads
What's that noise over there?
Is it the corrogated iron they're hitting?
No, no, it's perfectly normal
It's just the sound of the atom splitting
Whose side are you on anyway?
Is that some kind of threat?
Well, i suppose it will have to do
As long as you don't make too much mess
And would the last person to leave
- once you all finish kissing -
Turn the video on to record
You never know what you're missing
Bread and circuses
And maybe later
The sound of the atom splitting
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
I hate you
I hate you
Quiet at the back, please!
No whistling
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
It's the sound
The sound
The sound of the atom splitting
Oh really
Don't be silly
I told you it was all a game
It's the sound
What's that noise?
Quiet at the back, please!
song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Hand in Hand Perfectly
You and me
hand in hand tonight
and let me tell you boy
it's alright
Cause finally,
I'm singin a brand new melody
Yeah, you and me
go hand in hand perfectly
You with your smile
just makes me go wild
Making my heart beat like a little
child
and I believe,
we could make a beautiful family
Yeah, you and me go
hand in hand perfectly
It only took one night
to know
and darling you best believe me
I'm never gonna let you go
Cause when you took me hand
it was like
WOAH
Yeah, I believe we go
hand in hand perfectly
I believe we go
hand in hand perfectly
poem by Alex Krystal
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Playing a masterpiece of false reality
Keys hit softly
Keys hit sadly
Yet it’s perfectly beautiful,
In every way.
It speaks of oppression
It speaks of war
Yet it’s still beautiful
In every way.
It paints stunning images of death
It paints stunning images of violence
And still it is beautiful in every way
Until
Until realities key is hit just perfectly.
And everything that was once beautiful,
Plummets into woe.
poem by GuyAdler Dorelien
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Perfectly Flawed
I am perfectly flawed,
I am my own enemy,
I hate what I become,
I hate my weight, my height, my face, my race
I hate almost everything about myself,
We are who we chose to be,
I use drugs as my gateway to happiness,
Its the same ol' things I do,
I am a mistake,
I am a disgrace to everyone.
Our perfection will kill us all,
We are perfectly flawed,
We are a thing in the past,
We chose our own deaths through our weight and suicide,
Suicide is a cowards way out,
I am who I am,
We all have our own perfection and flaws,
I am perfectly flawed,
We are beautiful inside and out,
We are who we are.
(I thank Otep for the title to their music but this poem is all freestlye....
Their song got me thinking about this poem....Otep - Perfectly Flawed)
poem by Jennifer Rondeau
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Memory Love
She languishes there among my memories
making fleeting and unexpected appearances;
cupid's arrows still flying true
to my heart stone;
before I can look to see
she is gone again,
mixing in perfectly among other opaque
things which live too inside my mind.
She would lay sometimes in full view
on her Cleopatra Sofa
almost it seemed
reachable
but no;
my extended mental hand
would reach
grasping only air
and she is gone again-
I'm sure after feasting
on that perfect cantaloupe
of my adoring glances.
She remains most times perfectly still
for all memory is perfectly still
and that is its curse-she never ages
in my mind over the many years since
I saw her last;
while I have.
The tragic irony here is
I have moved on and she remains
living there pristine
in that Memory World which I provide,
my gift to her.
Perhaps actually seeing her
would ruin things for she and I.
So I will keep her in her perfect world;
it is the least I can do
for my Old Perfect Love
and hope too, that I
inhabit a similar place
in her mind.
poem by Lonnie Hicks
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I came here when I was almost 22. I'm perfectly bilingual, but I'm never going to sound like Sandra Bullock.
quote by Roselyn Sanchez
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Monotone
i agree with you perfectly
that the sound of the waves of the sea is a monotony
we heard it before and now
i do not want to hear it again
with you.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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If it's a good movie, the sound could go off and the audience would still have a perfectly clear idea of what was going on.
quote by Alfred Hitchcock
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No one perfectly loves God who does not perfectly love some of his creatures.
quote by Marguerite de Valois
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The fuss that actors began making about the difficulty of shifting to sound struck me as perfectly foolish.
quote by Gloria Swanson
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Perfectly Still
(scott johnson, bill leen)
Its our call
It sways, it stalls
I need a little extra time alone
Well maybe take the long way home
Just enough to get it wrong
Nothing like a bad decision
Says who you are
Fools rush in
For the grist in my
For the grist in my mill
Cant you see
When youre perfectly
When youre perfectly still
One big rout
Were all sold out
If nothings off limits, well pay
Price tags on every other day
Were bankrupt here for now
But they cant take my anger
It cant be touched
Fools rush in
For the grist in my
For the grist in my mill
Cant you see
When youre perfectly
When youre perfectly still...
Outdated maps
Missed pull-out ramps
I wont contribute to our own demise
Pass up the consolation prize
It starts from here from now
Nothing like a bad decision
Says who you are
Fools rush in...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Sounds that should not be missed
Sound of blossom of a flower,
I desire to hear,
the sound of nature.
Sound of rain's glassy water drop,
over a roof's top,
the sound of joy.
Sound of beat of our heart,
through our ears caught,
the sound of wonder.
Sound of delicious supper in boil,
after a great day's toil,
the sound of hunger.
Sound of a mother's loving ballad,
hearing the cry of her toddler,
the sound of love! ! !
poem by Shyam Balaji
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There must have been something in my nature - I believe, with all my heart, that I have conquered it now - which prevented me from being perfectly happy or making a woman perfectly happy.
quote by Conrad Veidt
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Only government can take perfectly good paper, cover it with perfectly good ink and make the combination worthless.
quote by Milton Friedman
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If you can spend a perfectly useless afternoon in a perfectly useless manner, you have learned how to live.
quote by Lin Yutang
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Sound
In this world
You might have heard
So many sound words
As there was a poet
Non -serious
Using only them
Without any sense
A complete nonsense
But have you ever heard
The sound of a breaking heart
It breaks like a mirror
And the images of memories
Are sent to the cosmos
Have you ever heard the sound of Recycle Bin
No reconciliation is possible
As it produces the sound of breaking friendship
Have you ever dream of breaking faith
It breaks with a cracking sound
When tablets of cyanides are spread in the wind.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Many Things
Your nipples are perfectly pointed up like a pencil and,
They are very tempting to touch;
Your breasts are perfectly round like oranges and,
They are too juicy to hold;
But noted to your spot of love are the words of peace.
Summer break with summer love,
And of your golden-gate to respect at last;
But under your breasts is your secret of love.
Courtship and marriage,
And with the garden of flowers that holds the future;
For you are the evidence of more things to come.
'Aben wa ha'! !
And to learn from the status of your love;
For there are many things we can do together.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Peer At The Ateneo....
it is to me
disturbing when you call
and i am in the middle of
a legal lecture
in the university
and then you ask me if
your wife
is in my place
it is contrary to
the closeness and the happy faces
that you
posted constantly in
Facebook
but my friend
i perfectly understand how is it to be married
these days....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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