Treasures are no longer to be got by instrumental art.
quote by Clara Schumann
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After all my years of doing instrumental music I still like just a simple instrumental song with a nice catchy melody and an opportunity to play a solo over a harmonic structure.
quote by Stanley Clarke
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I Am No Longer
i am no longer the girl who sits alone
i am no longer the girl without a friend
i am no longer the girl with the knife
i am no longer the girl who looks at sorrow
i am no longer the girl seeking out missery
i am no longer the girl who hates her life
i am no longer the girl wanting everything to end
i am still the girl that is unknown
i am still the girl that follows
i am still the girl thats vile
i am no longer the girl without a smile
i am still the girl who seeks
i am no longer the girl making her life bleak
i am no longer the girl with depression
i am still the girl who seeks affection
i am no longer the girl whos not fun
i am no longer the girl who runs
but those who seek shall find
poem by Megan Watts
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Fools Gold
(intro)
Fools gold, sparkling like the midnight sun
Fools gold, touch the ivory handles on my gun
(sold out to me? ), charlatans and thieves
(so wrong not to see? ), jokers and the priests?
Fools gold, stranded on a (point gloss? ) sea
Fools gold, nothing here and nothing to see
(sold out to me? ), the weasels and the feared
(and its so wrong not to see? ), the ghosts of the disappeared
All gone away...
(instrumental)
Sometimes, when Im touched by love, by hate, or by the grace of god
Sometimes, in the dark when hope is fading,
Or no longer flies,
I wont sympathize
Spend my time getting high
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
Tired of living on my own, someone came and take me home
Sometimes, this jungle life is boring, pawing,
Ready for a feast, someone kill the beast
Outside, streets are teeming, breathing heavy,
Ready to explode, my brothers heavy load,
What you reap is what you sow
Someone came to rescue me
Lit up like a christmas tree
Stranded here on my own
Someone came to take me home
(instrumental)
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
When Im out here on my own, someone came and took me home
Someone came to rescue me, lit up like a christmas tree
Stranded here on my own, someone came and took me home
(instrumental fade out)
song performed by by Ufo
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Miles Away
Miles away, when I begin to think of the unanswerable,
I see sparkles emitting,
I envision immense treasures at the end of the tunnel.Miles away, even adages whisper incessantly that 'the grass is always greener at the end of the fence'.
What lies behind this mystery?
Days after days, years after years and miles over miles.
Hoping the toil becomes replenished while the anonymous remains daring ever. Miles away, when entitlements woefully shiver in the palms and egos go high, dreams will always be dreams.Miles which are longer-stretched as in breadth. I relish to see the dusk in the dawn and the sunset in sunrise.Even though some treasures are in farther reaches. Mileages can't wither our aspirations. Never! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
poem by Prince Kenny Osei
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You Are No Longer There!
I no longer hold you like I held you
When I held you...
I no longer want to...in my mind.
I no longer see you like I see you
When I saw you...
I no longer do that, with my time!
Lemonade kisses I licked we onced shared,
I don't even want them anymore...I'm full!
I no longer miss you like I missed you
When missing you...
It's no longer an issue to be defined!
Too messy...
'I no longer love you? ' Bring myself to love you?
Could you bring me peace of mind instead of puzzles
Of your pain...again? That pain...AGAIN? ..NO! '
I no longer hold you like I held you...
Enfolded holding you,
I no longer want to...in my mind!
I no longer see you,
Like I saw you when we met!
I no longer do that...
You're no longer there!
And I have no regrets!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Slow Movement
All those treasures that lie in the little bolted box whose tiny space is
Mightier than the room of the stars, being secret and filled with dreams:
All those treasures—I hold them in my hand—are straining continually
Against the sides and the lid and the two ends of the little box in which I guard them;
Crying that there is no sun come among them this great while and that they weary of shining;
Calling me to fold back the lid of the little box and to give them sleep finally.
But the night I am hiding from them, dear friend, is far more desperate than their night!
And so I take pity on them and pretend to have lost the key to the little house of my treasures;
For they would die of weariness were I to open it, and not be merely faint and sleepy
As they are now.
poem by William Carlos Williams
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How do you know it’s not a hand
It no longer takes your hand
It no longer strokes your hair
It no longer touches your lips
No longer waves hellos and goodbyes
No longer types a message for you
All it does is close your eyes
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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Themes
I sound
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Instrumental
Ii second attention
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Be gone you ever piercing
Power play machine
Cutting our musical solidarity
For those who would break the windows
Of our true reflections
And perceptions of the world
for I am out of thee with a vengeance
Do not play me
You will never hear this
You will never hear this
Only feel it
For too long I have danced
To your destiny
No longer fill my head
With empty dreams
Of reality and gold
Your reality
For I am away this side away to the second attention
I can never ever play it or sing it
For it can never be shouted down
Or played every stronger
As I feel this never ending
Pattern of nature
I dont believe in devils
I dont believe in demons
I only believe in you
Iii soul warrior
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Instrumental
song performed by by Yes
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Themes
I sound
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Instrumental
Ii second attention
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Be gone you ever piercing
Power play machine
Cutting our musical solidarity
For those who would break the windows
Of our true reflections
And perceptions of the world
for I am out of thee with a vengeance
Do not play me
You will never hear this
You will never hear this
Only feel it
For too long I have danced
To your destiny
No longer fill my head
With empty dreams
Of reality and gold
Your reality
For I am away this side away to the second attention
I can never ever play it or sing it
For it can never be shouted down
Or played every stronger
As I feel this never ending
Pattern of nature
I dont believe in devils
I dont believe in demons
I only believe in you
Iii soul warrior
(anderson / howe / wakeman / bruford)
Instrumental
song performed by by Yes
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At Low Tide
at low tide
try walking on the shallow water
now be surprised
for you can see the edible snails
the treasures of the sea
right at your feet
ready for your picking
it is what happens too
at the lowest ebb
of your life
keep on going then
for the same treasures
shall lay beside your feet
keep looking
just keep looking
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Serenade
Hey hey put me in your pocket for a day
Let me hold the rhythm of your sway
Let me steal you with this serenade, serenade
Hey hey, I could see the magic in your eyes,
Theres a fire beneath these spanish skies,
Let me steal you with this serenade, serenade
(instrumental)
Hey hey, let me mix you up a recipe, heres doctor love to give you therapy
Let me steal you with this serenade, serenade
Out on the beach, blueprint of your soul, with the midnight of the city
A thousand eyes look down from space
(more instrumental)
Hey hey, put me in your pocket for a day, let me hold the rhythm of your sway
Let me steal you with this serenade, serenade
(more instrumental, fading out eventually)
song performed by by Ufo
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Lost Treasures
In an instant, all can vanish
For none can hold on to these
The tangible things we cherish
Like sand from our hands released.
Treasures of this earth so fleeting
A temporary worth they hold
Lost in fire, water, or shaking
They always leave us in the cold.
Real treasures lost in age
Man's faith and love for fellowmen
Replaced by greed and violent rage
Taking from one, whatever they can.
Lost treasures are human values
Perseverance, Hope, and Honor -
Dignity in work and Patience,
Love for all, whatever their color.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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How Much Longer
I'm stuck
Inside
Can't get this done wish I could hide
This scene is really such a pain
I just
Can't see
How this is any use to me
This work is drivin' me insane
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
It's on
My mind
I think I'm runnin out of time
This weight is more than I can take
That clock
Is slow
It's never gonna let me go
This time I need more than just a break
All I really want is to get away (can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
And here I go again (and here I go again)
Wondering when (when)
I can have my time to play
(Can anybody tell me)
(Can anybody, can anybody tell me)
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can play that game
How much longer
Till I'm done
How much longer
Wanna feel the sun
How much longer
I can't wait
How much longer until I can
How much longer until I can play that game
(I want to play that game)
Play that game
(I want to play that game)
song performed by by Yu-Gi-Oh
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When we find something new at Giza, we announce it to the world. The Sphinx and the Pyramids are world treasures. We are the guardian's of these treasures, but they belong to the world.
quote by Zahi Hawass
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The House of Treasures
There is a house filled with treasures
Many strife to enter and get a sit
But the sits are reserved for only a few
War begin in the land as they crave to enter
They inflicted injury on some
Damaged the properties of some
And even eliminated others
Who their chances of getting in debar
And now the house of treasure still remains
Occupied by thieves and murderers
Plowing the treasures into foreign accounts
Living in luxurious houses and bullet proof cars
Their neighbours can live in a hut
And ride rickety bicycles in empty stomachs
If it were easy they would try their luck
Next time there is the call
To enter into the house of treasures
poem by Anthony Seyi Abiodun
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Dead Memory
Your memory no longer lingers through my life.
You were there once and now your gone.
Your memory has died like a rose when it is cut from the rest of the world.
Your torns no longer cut my heart.
My voice no longer whispers you name,
I no longer look for you in other people in other faces.
I no longer dream of you or wish that I see you once again.
My heart no longer cries or bleeds for you, not no more.
You no longer haunt my dreams or my memories.
I finally found someone that keeps me warm at night,
I finally found someone who has helped me erase your memory.
I no longer fall and stumble but I now walk tall.
Your memory was a weight that I carried through out time
that now I am free.
I can say that I no longer love you, for you are a dead memory
poem by Elizabeth Gaytan
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Jam Back At The House
Jimi:
"yeah well a like i said before we only ran up a few numbers so let
Me try and do this one like we were just jammin' at the house we don't have
A name for yet it's just like an instrumental so we'll just go along with it.
It goes somthin' like this."
No lyrics. it's an insturmental like jimi said, but a great instrumental.
Jimi:
"before we go any further we'd like to say that you all really had a lot of pashents
Three days worth. you've prooved to the world what can happen with a little bit of
Love and sounds. oh, i left my girlfriend at home i'm sorry. i'd like to do a thing
That a new american anthem until we get another on together. this is called 'voodoo
Child (slight return)'.
song performed by by Jimi Hendrix
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Eagle And The Hawk
Ohhhhhh,
I am the Eagle,
I live in high country,
The rocky cathedrals that reach to the sky.
I am the Hawk,
And there's blood on my feathers,
But time is still turning,
They soon will be dry.
And all those who see me,
And all who believe in me,
Share in the freedom I feel when I fly!
(instrumental portion)
Come dance with the west wind,
And touch on the mountain tops,
Sail over the canyons,
And up to the stars.
And reach for the heavens,
And hope for the future,
And all that we can be,
Not just what we are...
(instrumental lead into finish)
song performed by by John Denver
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It's Not All About Me
My mama raised and taught me
To see and instilled in me to believe
In who I am
With great confidence
To be a team player
And never a sore loser
Because it's not all about me
Not to belittle me
Not to hurt me
But to prepare me
Yes I am smart, brave and funny
But I am not the only one
Yes I am pretty
Guys look at me
Guess what I am not
The only beauty
It doesn't threaten me
It only gets me to see
All of God's treasures
The longer I breathe
I learn that's it's not all about me
poem by Tameeka Smith
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Treasures You Could Have
You will never come to understand,
From where...
Treasures you could have,
Come from to exist.
Too busy you are sniffing and scratching,
On a surface.
Without a thought,
Of probing below it.
You will never come to understand,
From where...
Treasures you could have,
Come from to exist.
Somehow, someone...
Somewhere from your past,
Has convinced you...
Others will come along to lead you to it.
And...
Without interest to spark your curiosity,
You've been waiting to be invited to the ball.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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