There was a chance for me to write one song for the section where Elvis sat in his black leather outfit and sang the old hits. At eight oclock the next morning I had written Memories.
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Morning
What does morning mean to me?
The chance to awaken under a cover,
the chance to awaken and see your lover,
the chance to open your eyes and know
that love is what makes your life flow.
What does morning mean to me?
The chance to breathe on a new day,
the chance to write and have my say,
the chance to listen to music I love,
the chance to take myself above
all negativity that comes my way.
What does morning mean to me?
The chance to have more time to spend,
the chance to correct my flaws and mend
all of them the best that I can,
the chance to remember how I began.
All of these morning times are great
and if they're not, it's then I await
for them to return to what they mean
and bring back my blessed morning scene.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I woke up to a lullaby
I woke up to a lullaby
The birds sang a song for me
They sang their hearts out all the while
Dancing on the maple tree
Each bird sang a different song
That melted into one
A song full of promises
For the day that’s just begun
They sang of sorrow
Of happiness and mirth
The sang of marriage
And of birth
They sang of people laughing
And of them crying
They sang of sickness
They sang of dying
This little song
They sang for me
Made me think
Made me free
A Song About You
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You’re all I can every think about
How you flood my dreams each night
How thinking of you takes my breath away
When I look up to the satellites
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
The long lost butterflies returned
How I hope my number you’ll dial
And how your memory smothers me with smiles
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
You were the only one
Who had enough of me to break my heart
And when love took over my heart
You tore it all apart.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
I would write about how
I gave you my heart
Caught up in the thought
That we were off to a great start
But how you threw a damn dart
Right into the center of my heart
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
About how you crushed my heart
Not bothering to look back.
If I could write a song
I’d write a song about you
poem by Jess Schwarcz
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I met the Colonel when Elvis was recording some song I'd written for one of his movies. Elvis was just having fun with the gang and all the Memphis boys and Colonel Parker was sitting over here in like a theater seat.
Suchitra Mitra
Just as a poet doesn’t have to write
Many poems to win your heart.
One good poem is wholesome
Enough to stir your heart’s strings.
Similarly, a singer doesn’t have to
Sing scores of songs to touch you
Deep down.
Just one heart-felt song is good enough
To etch your memories…for a lifetime.
I heard her, when I was barely in my teens,
I remembered her all through these years…
Today, when she died, I felt as if a part of me
Has gone forever, with her.
That one song, she sang, she sang it so beautifully,
None else could have crooned it so gracefully….
The song was Krishnokoli.
The singer is Suchitra Mitra.
Now she’s no more, yet I remember her,
Thank her, feel grateful to her, for that
One song she sang so wonderfully….
It has remained a part of me, and will
Remain with me, like a timeless beauty.
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Song For Mary
Written by: james henman
When I try to find
Words that wish to rhyme
I will never write this song for her tonight
We have stood alone
We have walked alone
Wont you help write this song for her tonight
Help me write this song
Help me write this song
Help me write her song
Tonight
When I try to pray
I cant start to say
All those things I wish to say to her tonight
When she hears her song
She will sing along
She will know the words her heart for me to find
Will you help write this song
Help me write this song
Help me sing her song
Tonight
All these words Ive said
Lyin on my bed
Will they help me sleep alone again tonight
And we have walked alone
We have talked alone
Will you help me sing her song for her tonight
Will you help me sing her song
Help me sing her song
Help me sing her song
song performed by by April Wine
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The Poet's Song
I HID in the world and sang,
And I sang so loud and long
That all the ages rang
With the music of my song.
I sang of the earth and sky,
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I sang of the whispering seas,
I sang of the mountains high,
And I sang of the flowers and trees;
I sang of the early spring,
I sang of the dawning day,
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I sang, for I had to sing
As the young lambs have to play;
Till heaven and earth were ringing,
And all the people heard,
And they said, "We love his singing,
15
For his song is the song of the bird."
poem by Frederick George Scott
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Black Muddy River
When the last rose of summer pricks my finger,
And the hot sun chills me to the bone,
When I cant hear the song for the singer,
And I cant tell my pillow from a stone,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
When the last bolt of sunshine hits the mountain,
And the stars start to splatter in the sky,
When the moon hits the southwest horizon,
With the scream of an eagle on the fly,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And listen to the ripples as they moan,
I will walk alone by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own.
Black muddy river, roll on forever,
I dont care how deep or wide, if youve got another side,
Roll muddy river, roll muddy river, black muddy river, roll.
When it seems like the night will last forever,
And theres nothing left to do but count the years,
When the strings of my heart begin to sever,
And stones fall from my eyes instead of tears,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And dream me a dream of my own,
I will walk alone, by the black muddy river,
And sing me a song of my own, sing me a song of my own.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Ill Write A Song For You
Al mckay, philip bailey & steve beckmeier
I thirst but never quench
I know the consequence, feeling as I do
Were in a spinning top
Where, tell me, will it stop
And what am I to say
Open our music book, that only few can look
And Ill write a song for you
Love is a symphony, hearts in one melody
cause I write a song for you
Sounds never dissipate, they only recreate
In another place
There in your silent night
Joy of a songs delight
I write a song for you
You write a song for me
We write a song for love
My magical mystique, finding it all complete
In a lovely face, feeling we try to chase
Memories that wont erase, stay forever new
We have a magic box in which is never locked
song performed by by Earth Wind And Fire
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Walt Whitman
The master-songs are ended, and the man
That sang them is a name. And so is God
A name; and so is love, and life, and death,
And everything. But we, who are too blind
To read what we have written, or what faith
Has written for us, do not understand:
We only blink, and wonder.
Last night it was the song that was the man,
But now it is the man that is the song.
We do not hear him very much to-day:
His piercing and eternal cadence rings
Too pure for us --- too powerfully pure,
Too lovingly triumphant, and too large;
But there are some that hear him, and they know
That he shall sing to-morrow for all men,
And that all time shall listen.
The master-songs are ended? Rather say
No songs are ended that are ever sung,
And that no names are dead names. When we write
Men's letters on proud marble or on sand,
We write them there forever.
poem by Edwin Arlington Robinson
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Losing You
(elvis costello)
Layin' about, lying in bed
Maybe it was somethin' i thought i said
With the tempo of the damned, the temptation of tomorrow
I don't know if i can give you anything but sorrow
They stay alive this late on radio five
But the pen that i write with won't tell the truth
But the moments that i care about are moments that i treasure
Better take another measure for pleasure
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
I count the pages of the letter i write
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine
Tearin' up the sheets of love this hand could not disguise
I'll start to count again and close my eyes
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Now you're here
I'm here too
Can be this easy for me and you
Now you're here
I'm here too
Be this easy for me and you
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Losing you
Is just a memory
Memories don't mean that much to me
Layin' about, lying in bed
Could be something that i thought i said
song performed by by Dusty Springfield
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The Silence Of My Creativity
For you I write no more song
Nor will I write a verse.
The silence of my creativity
seems to be getting worse.
I say quietly to myself
it will come back once more.
I must be patient with my heart
and revert to how I was before.
And how was that? I can't recall.
Too many days have passed.
Will I write again a poem or song
or will I have written my last?
poem by Edwina Reizer
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I've never written a song in my life. It's all a big hoax.
quote by Elvis Presley
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Recollection - First Poetic Impulse
my first poetic impulse
was in my pre school days
i must have been only four
years old lying sweet on the
kitchen floor one fine morning
sucking on my milk bottle
out on the tip of a pointed roof
a magpie had gathered itself
comfortably and started singing
its heart out to the sun just beginning
to warm up the new day
its song was edged like the roof
pointed here and there
in the rhythm and fractured tone
of a disconcerted soul
complaining all the world's
injustices to the heavens
like a chirpy woman crying mad about
poor treatments of her in laws
it sang for so long i was
provoked to ask the bird
what it was pining all about
about the black and white
of its days?
i asked and it sang
i asked and it sang
beak pointed to the sky
i asked and it sang
i asked and it sang
until it thought it was done
and flew away without a note
leaving a trail of silence and
melancholy on an empty
roof, the morning and -
an unrequited heart
poem by John Tiong Chunghoo
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Early Morning
(pal waaktaar/ mags)
Early morning
Eight oclock precise
I see the lonely august sun arise
Say you know
You will
Move me like you do
Out on the fields...
Im waiting the whole night through
Early morning, early morning, yeah
Ran the whole way
Down to the tracks
Through the doorway, then a last look back
Say you know
You will
Save me like you do
Out on the fields...
Ive waited the whole night through
Early morning, early morning, yeah
I climbed all the stairways
To find the rooftop clear
Got the shotgun lying with me here
Say you know
You will
Move me like you do
Out on the fields...
You know how it feels, yeah
Early morning, early morning, yeah
Early morning
Eight oclock precise
song performed by by A-Ha
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Velvet Elvis
My life, it used to be incomplete
till I saw what I was looking for at a drive-in swap meet
My life it wont be the same again
Now Im proud to say the king lives on inside my den
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
Although he may not be worth much dough
He means much more to me than some old rembrandt or van gogh
Check out those sideburns, theres nothing greater
You can tell that hes no velvet elvis imitator
Oh, its all I live for, its all I need
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
Oh, now you cant you see
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis
My velvet elvis means the world to me
In my own private graceland
In my own little shrine to the king
I dont want nothin else
No, I dont need anything
Dont need no lava lamp
Dont need no soap on a rope
No pictures of mexican kids with those really big eyes
Or dogs playing poker
When Im at home watching my tv
I know the king is always looking down on me
He looks so handsome, he stands so tall
So glad hes big enough to cover up that hole in the wall
(velvet elvis) hes so fuzzy
(velvet elvis) hes so great
(velvet elvis) never ages
(velvet elvis) never puts on weight
(velvet elvis) look at those rhinestones
(velvet elvis) hes just so fine
(velvet elvis) you can look but dont touch now
(velvet elvis) cause hes mine all mine
song performed by by Weird Al Yankovic
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One More Chance
Written by anastacia newkirk - oji pierce
Can we talk a while?
cause I need you
Lord, I miss your smile
Said, I need you
I know Im not the same, ya see
If we could only be, the way it was
Then Id never let you go
Just one more chance
I know I was wrong
Dont give up so easily
Dont you know its killing me?
Just one more chance, to sing this song
Ill never let you down, no
Just one more chance
I know that I hurt you
Dont you realize?
Confused, thought we were through
Can I tell you that i, I never felt like this?
This pain, I cant ignore
I want you back, and Ill never let you go
Just one more chance
I know I was wrong
Dont give up so easily
Dont you know its killing me?
Just one more chance, to sing this song
Ill never let you down, no
Just one more chance
Its not the way we planned it
Or the way its gonna be
Just give me half a chance to make your heart believe
cause I know just how you feel
I can see it in your eyes
Theres nothing in this world
That can tear this love apart
Just one more chance
I know I was wrong
Dont give up so easily
Dont you know its killing me?
Just one more chance, to sing this song
Ill never let you down, no, no, no
No no no
One more chance
Dont give up so easily
Dont you know, dont you know
Its killing me?
To sing this song
Ill never let you down
Just one more chance
One more chance
song performed by by Anastacia
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Hallucinating Elvis
(lebon, rhodes, cuccurrullo)
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating elvis
Hawaii to las vegas
Special treatment all the way
Hallucinating elvis
Missing eighteen hours
Losing oxygen to the brain
Lyin on the floor
Theres a limit
How much more I can take
Rhinestone inside my shoe
Coz Im turning into you now
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating
Elvis
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating
I was hallucinating
Elvis
Fbi are tapping the kings phone
74 hes trapped in his home
Hidden camera, two way mirror walls
Walkie talkie, kung fu
Then the president calls
I was hallucinating elvis
Hawaii to las vegas
Special treatment all the way
Hallucinating elvis
Missing eighteen hours
Losing oxygen to the brain
Who ever has to know
Tune in to my show
What you see aint what you get
Shootin movies and thetv set
Elvis elvis elvis elvis
Elvis elvis elvis elvis
song performed by by Duran Duran
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Song Of My Life
I lose as it was before
The direction going no where
Like the stanza in a song
Thas has no rhythm.
And then one day you come
The chorus was started to sang
Then the song completed
A very beautiful great love song.
Love song that cherish each happy moments
Trimbling of drums inside my heart
Strumming the guitar of his touch
And a hymn each word he sang.
Mellow love song
That touch deep'n my soul
The memories that will stay forever
Will recorded always in my heart.
The breeze singing a song softly
Haunting me and whispering my dreams tenderly
That never comes true, never been meant to be
As when the chorus was gone.
poem by Kate Piloton
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25 Oclock
The urge to take you grows more strong
For time had made me wait too long
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
Of 25 oclock, thats when youre going to be mine
25 oclock, well be together til the end of time
At 25 oclock
The ticking seconds hear them call
My spell of hours will make you fall
Each timer that I break
Will halt the flowing sands
Each timer that I break
Will put you in my hands
At 25 oclock, thats when youre going to be mine
25 oclock, well be together til the end of time
At 25 oclock
Each watch I smash apart
Just adding to my power
Each watch I smash apart
Just bringing near the hour
Of 25 oclock, thats when youre going to be mine
25 oclock, well be together til the end of time
Of 25 oclock, thats when youre going to be mine
25 oclock, well be together til the end of time
til the end of time
til the end
til the end of time
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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