I'd love to do some new plays.
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Baby Plays Around
Its not open to discussion anymore
Shes out again tonight and Im alone once more
Shes all I have worth waiting for
But baby plays around
And so it seems Ive always been the last to know
To hold on to that girl, I had to let her go
I wish to God I didnt love her so
cos baby plays around
I try to be strong hold on to my pride
She doesnt even know its wrong, how much I hurt inside
And heaven knows Ive tried
But baby plays around. just a plaything
Its hard to reconcile the facts Im facing
Its not open to discussion anymore
She walks those shiny streets
I walk the worn out floor
Shes all I have worth living for
Baby plays, baby plays around
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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The young man plays the flute, the middle aged man plays the harpsichord, the old man plays the organ.
Big Ten Inch Record
Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chicks no sinch
When I wanna get her goin
Then I whip out my big ten inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
Now whip out your big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Ill cover her with kisses
And when were in a lovers clinch
She gets all excited
When she puts on my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
My gal dont go smokin
And liquor just makes her flinch
Seems she dont go for nothin
cept for my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Twelve Bar Lil
Sweet Lilly Larnie
plays the blues away
she plays a three quarter strat
like B.B King plays Lucille
She plays the twelve bar blues
like nobody else can
she plays a blues lick so fast and quick
it makes you sick
She's twelve bar Lil
the three quarter strat Queen
you wouldn't believe
she's only three
For my Daughter Lilly, who's now four.
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Love Song...
This sweet melody on air
It still reminds me of your hair
So soft and gentle to the touch
Just like this song we love so much
This sad old tune the radio plays
It holds all our memories stay
It brings me back to happier days
When we had our love have its way
For as every note that it sings
Hits a special chord in my strings
I remember the joy that it brings
This love song that we used to sing
This sweet old song that plays on air
This sad love song the radio plays
Reminds me of how we used to be
Fills me with memories of you and me…
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poem by Matthew Edan Oliver Palma
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0014 Lyric 2
The heart so loves to love,
loves love, beyond the loving all;
The mind so plays, so loves to play,
plays with that greater play
of love, that plays with mind and time;
time plays with love, times out of mind,
but love’s the heart of it;
love loves beyond time, love loves beyond mind,
for in the end,
there is no end to it.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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I write plays, and I have a musical that's starting to get produced now. That's what I would love to do, but it's so hard. The only reason people are reading my plays and musicals is because I'm in movies.
quote by Jesse Eisenberg
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Pierrot
Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Same Old Song
Many sang these lines of love
All of them sang from heart
Each one means it from deep
Yes their love is great than all
No one is wrong in that sense
So let me sing it again for you
For whom my heart beats loud
Your smile made clouds to flee
No clue why you had chosen me
All I can sing is 'my love is true'
Many times this heart got hurt
By everyone whom it loved
I fear it may be the same again
But let me sing this song for you
Its the same old song, my love...
Sun may set, but not my love
Stars my fall, but not my love
Seasons may change, but not me
You too may change, but not me
Deep inside me, the song plays
Rivers may dry, but not my love
You grow old, but not my love
Flowers may die, but not my love
I too will die, but not my love
Deep inside me, the song plays
Rain pours and leaves, but not me
Your shade too may leave, but not me
You may doubt on me, but not me
Cause my love, I am no more me
Deep inside me, your song plays
So leave but please don't look back...
poem by Kranthi Pothineni
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The Woman Comes And Goes
Words & Music: D. Hall
Woman don't need no run around
Don't need no truth in disguise
She only goes by
that look of love in her eye
There ain't no other side to see
She plays it so easily
and I gotta love her -ah-
when she shows it to me
Oh the woman comes and goes
When the morning comes she goes
Yeah the woman comes,
and goes when she's satisfied
I might not see her for days
Then she bumps in, in a haze
I like how her mind works
and I love how it plays
She gets her kick and she leaves
and leaves me weak in the knees
A bitter smile but
a lot of sweet memories
I like it. I love it...
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Big Ten Inch (Record)
Got me the strangest woman
Believe me this trick's no cinch
But I really get her going
When I whip out my big ten inch
Record of a band that plays the blues
Well a band that plays its blues
She just love my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
She said now stop that jivin'
Now whip out your big ten inch
Record of a band that plays the blues
Well a band that plays the blues
She just loves my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
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song performed by by Aerosmith
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Oh, I was completely hooked on movies and plays and theater from the time I was a day old - I was very, very early on in love with movies and I loved plays.
quote by Bob Balaban
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The Woman Comes & Goes
Words & music: d. hall
Woman dont need no run around
Dont need no truth in disguise
She only goes by
That look of love in her eye
There aint no other side to see
She plays it so easily
And I gotta love her -ah-
When she shows it to me
Oh the woman comes and goes
When the morning comes she goes
Yeah the woman comes,
And goes when shes satisfied
I might not see her for days
Then she bumps in, in a haze
I like how her mind works
And I love how it plays
She gets her kick and she leaves
And leaves me weak in the knees
A bitter smile but
A lot of sweet memories
I like it. I love it...
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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As the Music Plays
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with pain
pain of the past
and pain of the present
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with hurt
hurt that I have caused
and hurt that has been caused
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with passion
passion that yearns
and passion that wants
As the music plays
my heart aches
it aches with love
love that will never be shared
and love that will never be known
As the music stops
my heart no longer aches
it doesn't feel anything
the music has stopped
and so has everything else.
poem by Carissa Thiessen
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Give the Love
Give the love before it’s gone
Give all the love before it’s gone, it’s gone
Before it’s gone by fate
Give the love before it’s faded
Give a whole love before it’s faded, it’s faded
Before it’s faded by time
Give the love before it’s turned
Give the best of love before it’s turned, it’s turned
Before it’s turned to hate
Give the love before it’s erased
Give the sincere love before it’s erased, it’s erased
Before it’s erased by doubt
Give the love before it’s broken
Give the sweet love before it’s broken, it’s broken
Before it’s broken by hurt
Give the love before it’s lost
Give the faithful love before it’s lost, it’s lost
Before it’s lost to temptation
Give the love before it’s changed
Give your dreaming love before it’s changed, it’s changed
Before it’s changed by realization
Give the love before it flies
Give an unbinding love before it flies, it flies
Before it flies by love
Give the love before it’s tired
Give the passionate love before it’s tired, it’s tired
Before it’s tired by coldness
Give the love before it is hidden
Give the touch of love before it is hidden, it’s hidden
Before it is hidden by fear
Give the love before it’s forbidden
Give an innocent love before it’s forbidden, it’s forbidden
Before it’s forbidden by rule
Give the love before it’s indifferent
Give the undying love before it’s indifferent, it’s indifferent
Before it’s indifferent by unrequited
Give the love before it’s shattered
Give a strong love before it’s shattered, it’s shattered
Before it’s shattered by despair
Give the love before it’s crazy
Give the unconditional love before it’s crazy, it’s crazy
Before it’s crazy by blindness
Give the love before it plays
Give the pure love before it plays, it plays
Before it plays with lie
Give the love before it’s forgotten
Give the greatest love before it’s forgotten, it’s forgotten
Before it’s forgotten by people
poem by Maria Sudibyo
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Some guitarists I know
Casey hides behind an Elvis swagger
And a marlboro red
He's small and charming
He has a smile that is velvet
He wants to live in a comic book
When he sings
Emotion hangs on his guitar strings
And He plays beautiful guitar
Green likes the blues
Johnny Lang, Stevie Ray
He has the style of Bruce Willis
Charms the pants off of most women
Sometimes he wants to be in love
But wonders why he cant love them
Like Jade and his mom
And He plays beautiful guitar
Dirty Kurt
Tall and lanky
Can write an enviable lyric in a second
Manipulates strings that makes girls weep
He has hearts in his eyes
Because He's in love with love
He has a radiant smile but his teeth are fake
And He plays beautiful guitar
John is solid as cement
Tall and expansive with big shoulders
With a big voice to match
Writes simple lyrics with complexity
He loves Iggy and the Stooges
And Mike Watt, Captain Sensible
John Lennon, Frank Black
Sometimes Eno
And He plays beautiful guitar
poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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There's a feeling of enrichment and challenge when it comes to doing a play, and especially doing, you know, a classical play or a tragic play. In a way, it works a different set of muscles, I guess. But I do love it, and I love great writing, whatever it is, and there are so many great plays, and a lot of the writing in a lot of plays is just stellar, and no one is making movies like that, or if they are, I'm certainly not getting cast in them. But you know, working on a comedy with your friends.
quote by Paul Rudd
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Guitar Hero III: Legends of Rock
My neighbor plays Guitar Hero III and he has lots of fans.
He's better at it than other people, nobody can play it like he can.
He loves this game and he jams everyday.
He gets the highest score every time he plays.
This is the only game he plays and it really rocks.
He can't put his guitar down, he's king of the XBOX.
Sometimes it gets on his parents nerves because it's pretty loud.
Lots of people come to see it, he always draws a crowd.
People love this game because it's loads of fun.
Nobody can beat my neighbor's score because he's number one.
poem by Randy Johnson
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Dont Be Careless Love
Burn the midnight lamp
Down until the dawn,
Ill keep watch until Im sure your coming home.
Shadows play and flicker on the bedroom wall
They turn into a bad dream overnight,
Something could be terribly wrong.
Dont be careless love,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be, dont be careless.
In my dream youre running nowhere
Every step youve taken turns to glue,
Walking down a spiral staircase
Failing through, failing through,
Dont be careless love,
Be careless love.
The lamp burns down and out
Im getting pretty tired of this,
I feel so bad something might be going amiss,
I wont be there so look out for yourself
Youre getting in deep whatever you do,
Dont let me go back to sleep,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be careless love,
Dont be, dont be careless.
Saw your face in the morning paper,
Saw your body rolled up in a rug
Chopped up into two little pieces
By some thug,
Dont be careless love,
Be careless love.
But in the morning light
When I wake up again
Youre by my side and thats the way its always been,
But in the dark your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Your mind plays funny tricks on you,
Dont be careless love.
song performed by by Paul McCartney
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Ballade Of Old Plays
LA COUR.
When these Old Plays were new, the King,
Beside the Cardinal's chair,
Applauded, 'mid the courtly ring,
The verses of Moliere;
Point-lace was then the only wear,
Old Corneille came to woo,
And bright Du Parc was young and fair,
When these Old Plays were new!
LA COMEDIE.
How shrill the butcher's cat-calls ring,
How loud the lackeys swear!
Black pipe-bowls on the stage they fling,
At Brecourt, fuming there!
The Porter's stabbed! a Mousquetaire
Breaks in with noisy crew -
'Twas all a commonplace affair
When these Old Plays were new!
LA VILLE.
When these Old Plays were new! They bring
A host of phantoms rare:
Old jests that float, old jibes that sting,
Old faces peaked with care:
Menage's smirk, de Vise's stare,
The thefts of Jean Ribou,--
Ah, publishers were hard to bear
When these Old Plays were new.
ENVOY.
Ghosts, at your Poet's word ye dare
To break Death's dungeons through,
And frisk, as in that golden air,
When these Old Plays were new!
poem by Andrew Lang
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