I don't really have a lot of hobbies. I listen to a lot of spoken word. I get books on tape.
quote by Benny Green
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Wine, Women And Poetry
I’m drunk on wine, woman and poetry
Drowning myself in an uttermost beauty
Of one such solitary spoken word
I whisper it softly, keeping it close
I share it sparingly, keeping it rich
It matters most, more than anything
And it brings closer, all that matters
Each celebration leaves a memory
Nightly becoming even more perfect
Yet distracting me from everything else
That I may miss on out other hobbies
Drinking, friends and love are hobbies
Picked up by man and woman alike
With such ease they build addictions
They seem to override the mind
Setting a new precedent to be followed
Then that word creeps in slowly
Claiming a higher price than other words
Claiming a higher meaning
I’m consumed by words and meanings
I’m drunk on them all
For they are the speeches which linger
On wine, women and poetry
poem by Matthew Holloway
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No poet will ever take the written word as a substitute for the spoken word; he knows that it is on the spoken word, and the spoken word only, that his art is founded.
quote by Lascelles Abercrombie
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Whispers Spoken In Breezes
why does sage sit alone within high mountain ranges
listening to whispers spoken in breezes upon journey winds
why does sage listen to words spoken by insects birds
listen to words spoken over centuries time by mountains
why is it that you grasshopper listen intent with thin legs
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Today... 'The Word
Word of love and the Word made flesh
Word incarnate forever blessed
Word of life and the Word of light
Word of power and Word of might.
Word that was spoken, Word of the Lord
Word of the Law and the Word of God
Word of peace and Word eternal
Word of truth and last Word of all.
Word of wisdom and the Word of healing
Word from heaven, a Word so appealing
Word fulfilling the Word of prophecy
Word of the Spirit and Word of destiny.
Word of exhortation and Word of grace
Word of encouragement and Word of faith
Word of promise and a Word of insight
Word from the beginning and Word of delight.
Word of knowledge and a Word of boldness
Word of peace and the Word of righteousness
Word of the covenant and Word of love
Word of the Father from heaven above.
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The very last word spoken
The last word spoken
was said in a whisper,
as if it wasn't meant at all
but it was the final word
that she ever spoke to me.
But she's gone now
so the word was meant
that final word spoken
said so quietly to me
maybe she didn't want to say it,
that's why it was whispered
but the word was goodbye.
poem by Kevin Halls
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When your hobbies get in the way of your work - that's OK; but when your hobbies get in the way of themselves... well.
quote by Steve Martin
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All the dialogue on tape, and we'd play the tape in performance. Then I thought it'd be interesting if the actor's repeated what they heard on the tape, but at a slower speed, so we'd get a web of language.
quote by Richard Foreman
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Hobbies for lonely people
Hobbies don't help people
Much.
Lonely people don't care about collectibles and such.
They want to meet people.
Hobbies don't help people
As such.
If only lonely people got interested in poetry writing and such,
They would end up meeting nice people.
Hobbies could help lonely people
A bunch.
If lonely people got interested in something much
That would put them in contact with lots of people.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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The Last Farewell
(words & music by roger whittaker - r.a. webster)
Theres a ship lies rigged and ready in the harbor
Tomorrow for old england she sails
Far away from your land of endless sunshine
To my land full of rainy skies and gales
And I shall be aboard that ship tomorrow
Though my heart is full of tears at this farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Ive heard theres a wicked war a-blazing
And the taste of war I know so very well
Even now I see the foreign flag a-raising
Their guns on fire as we sail into hell
I have no fear of death, it brings no sorrow
But how bitter will be this last farewell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
Though death and darkness gather all about me
My ship be torn apart upon the seas
I shall smell again the fragrance of these islands
And the heaving waves that brought me once to thee
And should I return home safe again to england
I shall watch the english mist roll through the dale
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
For you are beautiful, I have loved you dearly
More dearly than the spoken word can tell
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Listen To The Rain
(Rain)
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen listen
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen listen
Listen to each drop of rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Whispering secrets in rain (listen listen)
Aaah
Frantically searching for someone to hear
That story be more than it hides
Please don't let go
Can't we stay for a while?
It's just to hard to say goodbye
Listen to the rain
Aa...ah
Listen listen listen listen listen listen to the rain
Weeping
Oo...ooh oooh ooh oo...ooh
Oo...ooh oooh oh oh
Listen (listen) listen (listen)
Listen (listen) listen
I stand alone in the storm (listen listen)
Suddenly sweet words take hold
(Listen listen)
Hurry they stay for you haven't much time
Open your eyes to the love around you
You can feel youre alone
But I'm here still with you
You can do what you dream
Just remember to listen to the rain
oo...ooh oh oh oh oh
ooh ooh oh oh oooh
Listen
song performed by by Evanescence
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A Magazine Called Sunset
Theress a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Let's take a map across your pillow
And breathe the sky in through your window
I'll stay in the middle
And watch your books cave in
Oh, maybe you're my inspiration
Just lead me to some new sensation
I'll make a little guide
We can follow
Cause there's a magazine called sunset
And a tape machine that won't let
Me ever forget this impossible longing for you
Or I'm a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There's a magazine
There's a magazine
Oh there's a magazine
Oh yeah
Or I'm a future fall out standing
In the present race I phantom
There's a magazine
And a tape machine
That's everything
There's a magazine
And a tape machine
Oh that's everything
Oh yeah
song performed by by Wilco
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Love Is A Little Word
Love is a little word,
but it fills the world with happiness
when it is spoken from the heart.
It coveys a feeling of joy
of being close to someone.
Sometimes it is not spoken
in audible words,
but in gestures between two
who have so much feelings for one another.
It is never about
how small the word,
but the feelings it conveys.
4 May 2008
poem by David Harris
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Never Mind Books
Books are forces,
They are resources,
His mind just deserves,
And it contains and preserves
You, the writer of need
Who wrote the books to read.
Listen again and again
To the speaker of words
Of phrases that strain
The mind of lords
Who speak as well
And listen to the bell.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Words
So many words are there in our speech,
they can be very poor, they can be rich.
No one can be indifferent to their meaning
as they are alive and express your feeling.
Spoken word is not just a sound,
it can’t be found on the ground,
it’s always in your head, sometimes in your soul.
When it is spoken it becomes a parole.
A word is an energy of your spirit,
it was presented to you by God, it’s His merit.
A word is a tool of communication,
A word is a source of information.
“A word spoken is past recalling”.
Strolling all around it can’t be found,
returned back and kept in your sack.
“The pen is mightier than the sword”,
that was told about a written word.
Words, words, words………………
They are love and seduction,
each one with a certain function.
They are wonders of sin
and songs of education.
They are salvation, temptation, affectation…
They can be an executioner,
they can be the owner of a whiner.
A word can be a treatment,
It helps when you are ill.
A kind word is better than a pill.
But…there are words that just kill.
They sound like a horrible drill.
Words, words, words…………
They are triumph and defeat,
They can be pleasant and sweet.
At the end of my message
I would like everyone to acknowledge:
Each word has a strength
and it doesn’t depend on its length.
So, think before saying a word,
as it is quite well heard even by walls,
it touches someone’s soul,
it shouldn’t be a wicked foul.
“Better the foot to slip than the tongue”.
And… there is no exception for the young.
Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)
poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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The Question Remains
When vile necessities
And confidence are shaken,
A compromise is forsaken
In the best of breeds...
How did I become this?
For you, there is no answer.
It is something I have sought
Until I found peace...
Let no interference
Persuade me against my wish,
The alibi-that exists,
Need not have a name...
Neither I should
Weigh too much on mine
For if I were a word,
I might come out and die...
Life, like a spoken word,
Will sometime perishes,
Spoken word transforming
Like a wish-never preserved...
Were I to discard
All vanities for a time
To know the depth of being
From the lower side? ...
Was it important
To experience the loss
Of something which has value
Sacrificed too fast?
The question still remains! ...
poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Books Are Burning
Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The first eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesnt matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
Its quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
Books are burning
I hope somehow, this will allow
A phoenix up from the flames
song performed by by Xtc
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In between that time, I've done book narrating, you know, books on tape for Dove Audio.
quote by Juice Newton
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You Can Not Tell This By My Appearance
'Are you mad? '
Of course!
'Good!
I was so afraid,
I'd be the only one.
Here.
Use this.'
What am I going to need the tape for?
'Your smile.
Smile...
Then tape it!
We will never escape...
If anyone should detect,
You are not happy...
And not going along with the BS.
You will be reported to the authorities.
Use the tape quickly.
There's not too much time,
To find others.
We must find them.
Then we must go underground...
To share our happiness and reality.'
Seriously...
I am quite mad.
Pissed to high heaven.
'That's fine.
You can not tell this by my appearance...
But I am outraged! '
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Daylight Dreamer
Here's the half-finished painting of a girl that I started last December
Here's the first three pages of my novel bout I don't really remember
Here's my Martin guitar that I never quite learned how to play
That's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
I had a Harley bike but I traded it off to a feller
For the Astroglass boat that's still sittin down in my cellar
I bought a tape recorder and found I had nothin' to say
That's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
I got an exercise machine man I'd be glad to let you try it
This well it's a Leika Camera maybe you'd like to buy it
I can get you a real good deal
I just need enough money to buy myself some modeling clay
Yeah that's the daylight dreamer wishful thinker's way
On the day that I die they'll be talking about the dearly departed
And they'll say he never ever finished nothin' that he started
But I started this song man I'm gonna finish it today
Yeah that's the daylight dreamer
(How was it...daylight...oh wish...wishful...think...what were it...
I forgot I forgot the words
Listen... anyway... why don't we just take a break and finish it later you know
Cause I could sure use a sandwich
I wanna get myself a BLT or something
And listen... right near the restaurant there's a great old bookstore.
Right near the restaurant
They got all these great old books... great old comic books...they got Batman)
poem by Sheldon Allan Silverstein
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Song For A Mix Tape
today I made you a mix tape
and I decorated it with lots of stars.
it had all my favorite songs.
there was jawbreaker and armchair martain
built to spill and the descendents.
hell I even put one of ours on it.
falling for you was the easy thing to do.
if only somehow I could make you hang around.
today I made you a mix tape
to say exactly how I feel inside
and make you feel it to.
these are the songs that make me smile
and cry myself to sleep at night
when I'm lying without you.
I love you more than I ever loved anyone before.
hey silly girl I'm begging you.
all of these songs they remind me of you
I hope that you like this song.
did you ever listen to the words and melody
do you fell the pain inside
they way that it hurts me?
when your in your room at night
I hope you'll be singing along.
and make me a tape of your favorite songs.
song performed by by Ataris from End Is Forever
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