I'd get more applause than some because I was just seventeen. If they didn't clap at the end of my act I would limp off stage and boy would they feel guilty. They would all burst into tremendous applause as they saw this poor cripple kid walking off.
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Applause
People will grow
More with applause
Than with rich food.
People will die
More for applause
Than for rich food.
People will die
More from applause
Than from rich food.
People forgo,
To get applause,
Their food in time.
People will spend
More for applause
Than for rich food.
Applause will do
What alcohol
Will, to people.
Applause denied,
Or food denied,
The body will wilt.
Applause is earned
To gather people
And select mates.
Applause feeds ego
And food keeps body.
Body is for ego.
18.10.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this; enjoy it but never quite believe it.
quote by Robert Montgomery
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If you achieve success, you will get applause, and if you get applause, you will hear it. My advice to you concerning applause is this enjoy it but never quite believe it.
quote by Robert Montgomery
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I received the most fantastic welcome to the Broadway Theatre community. I walked on stage to tremendous applause and a long standing ovation, wondering when I was ever going to be able to say my first line!
quote by Elaine Paige
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Centre Stage
There were times when I was young
I wanted to be centre stage,
the one everyone screamed to for more
whenever I sang my song.
As the years progressed
and I could see it wasn’t going to happen,
I grew content to sit in the stalls
and watch someone else take the applause.
I realized that centre stage
wasn’t where I wanted to be
and that I could entertain
just by being me.
I did not need a spotlight
to show the sparkle in my eyes.
I did not need to dress up
to be someone I wasn’t,
I didn’t need a centre stage,
I only need to be me.
I didn’t need glitz and glamour,
just an opportunity to give others pleasure
from any talent that I had.
I didn’t need the centre stage,
but just a means of escape
and just be ordinary me.
20 March 2010
poem by David Harris
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Get Off The Stage
Oh, you silly old man
You silly old man
Youre making a fool of yourself
So get off the stage
You silly old man
In your misguided trousers
With your mascara and your fender guitar
And you think you can arouse us ?
But the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
Downstage, and offstage
Dont you feel all run in ?
And do you wonder when they will take it away ?
This is your final fling
But then applause ran high
But for the patience of the ones behind you
As a verse drags on like a month drags on
Its very short, but it seems very long
And the song that you just sang
It sounds exactly like the last one
And the next one
I bet you it will sound
Like this one
So, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when we get down off of the stage
Please stay off the stage - all day !
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
And when weve had our money back
Then Id like your back in plaster
Oh, I know that you say
How age has no meaning
Oh, but here is your audience now
And theyre screaming :
Get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
Because Ive given you enough of my time
And the money that wasnt even mine
Have you seen yourself recently ?
Oh, get off the stage
Oh, get off the stage
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
For whom, oh ...
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
Get off the stage
For whom the bell tolls
song performed by by Morrissey
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If This Was 1953
If this was 1953,
And I was still beset with fantasies...
I 'might' consider your challenge to compete with me,
Seriously.
But I am at a stage of my life,
I do not seek to dine in limelight.
Or humbly bow with the receiving of applause.
It has been over sixty years my craving has been fed,
With a wiping of nervous sweat from my forehead.
And I am extremely flattered you have chosen me to pick,
As someone you believe would be interested.
But...
If this was 1953,
And I was still beset with fantasies...
I 'might' consider your challenge to compete with me,
Seriously.
But I am at a stage of my life,
I do not seek to dine in limelight.
Or humbly bow with the receiving of applause.
My priorities have been narrowed,
To the getting out of bed.
And praying with a thankfulness,
Not to feel a new pain or ache to dread.
However...
I AM honored to 'think',
You believe me someone 'you' could hoodwink.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Hell Of A Band
Ladies and gentlemen.
Please welcome to the center of the stage, the one, the only...
You got it my hips are shaking left to right and uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Say uh, Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Sin, sin, bullet to the head, little John slaps that beat.
Sammy hits that bass hit nookie, rumble you outta your seat.
Now where's that freaky ass son of a bitch?
That guitar raving man?
Lethal's scratchin' up them balls,
Limp Bizkit's one hell of a band.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right left.
Yeah, my back is aching, my belt's too tight,
My hands are shaking left to right.
I said uh! Limp Bizkit,
Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everbody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Ha ha! Uh, Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Everybody say uh! Limp Bizkit, Limp Bizkit's got the power.
Uh, Limp Bizkit...(fades out).
song performed by by Limp Bizkit
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I Wont Feel Bad
If I said you were evil
Youd knock me off my feet
If I said youre a good girl
Youd bore me off my seat
Youll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
Im frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men
Id give you all I can now
I dont have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
Its written in the books
In the literature that Ive read
Temporary blindness
Breezing through the fog again
Youll never see me walking
Down a guilty middle-class street
Im frequently appalled
By them pretending to be poor men
Id give you all I can now
I dont have enough arms for you
Ask the people with the real cash
Institutions who are taking yours and mine
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I never get enough of it
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
I wont feel guilty, I wont feel bad
Bad bad bad!!!
song performed by by Simply Red
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Laughter is much more important than applause. Applause is almost a duty. Laughter is a reward.
quote by Carol Channing
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From day one, I got addicted to being on stage and getting the applause and laughter.
quote by Zac Efron
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I Want
(Translation To: Ich Will)
I want...
I want you to trust me
I want you to believe me
I want to feel your eyes
I want to control every heartbeat
I want to hear your voices
I want to disturb the peace
I want you to see me well
I want you to understand me
I want your fantasy
I want your energy
I want to see your hands
I want to go down in applause
Do you see me?
Do you understand me?
Do you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you
I want...
We want you to trust us
We want you to believe everything from us
We want to see your hands
We want to go down in applause - yeah
Can you hear me?
We hear you
Can you see me?
We see you
Can you feel me?
We feel you
I don't understand you
Can you hear us?
We hear you
Can you see us?
We see you
Can you feel us?
We feel you
We don't understand you
I want...
song performed by by Rammstein
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Clap Your Hands
Cause, because, course, caution;
And like a bullock in the land of your muse,
But clap your hands in applause when you have love.
Be still and know that i am near,
And try to share your mind with others;
For the honourable men and women are closer to you as well.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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The Greatness In You
i understand
what a butterfly is
when it lands on your
hair
it does not tell about
its struggles
once as
a caterpillar
i understand you
and knowing how was it
on those years
way back when you and i
parted
i never thought
of any
envy
as others make the
applause
i simply watch
for any
applause is never
enough
after this
you fly again
flutter your wings
to change
another planet
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Yours Truly
Sometimes when I look at you,
I wonder why youre here with me
Im not the perfect lover,
And theres other things Id like to be
You never asked for my applause,
I want you to know
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
Ill never leave you all alone,
Too far to touch your skin
I dont know where the story goes
Or even if it did begin,
I go to the ball, you sweep the floors
In every way
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
So suddenly, you tell me,
In words that will hold me
As long as the light from the stars,
Fill your eyes...
You never asked for my applause,
I want you to know
I am yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours
Because, because, because
Im yours, truly yours, truly yours...
song performed by by Air Supply
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There is nothing like the high of being on stage and reaping applause, especially for emotionally needy people like me!
quote by Douglas Wood
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Because We Were Too Careful...
we tiptoed
not to earn their anger
and we become
ballet dancers
much to their pleasures
and we earn
the big clap
those civilized
ovation and
warm public
applause
yet look at us now
old fools
never been really happy
even for
just once.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Up In Smoke
They took away my garden
To make room for a chemical plant
I feel my countrys arteries harden
With the aid of a government grant
We are not a bunch of upstarts
Just out looking for a cause
Cause we hunger for our justice
And not applause
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
My water has got cancer
And the rivers have all dried
While I watch my country practice
Nuclear suicide
We are not a bunch of upstarts
(we are not a bunch of upstarts)
Just out looking for a cause
(for a cause)
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
Dont think its impossible
To see this thing come clean
Were going to save this poor old worlds head
From the guillotine
We are not a bunch of upstarts
(we are not a bunch of upstarts)
Just out looking for a cause
(for a cause)
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
They took away my garden
(my water has got cancer)
To make room for a chemical plant
(and the rivers have all dried)
I feel my countrys arteries harden
(while I watch my country practice)
Nuclear suicide
(nuclear suicide)
Nuclear suicide
We are not a bunch of upstarts
Just out looking for a cause
We hunger for our justice
And not applause
(not applause)
We dont just make peace signs and meditate
We dont take this thing as a joke
We just want to relate were in a pretty bad state
And we dont want to go up in smoke
Dont want to see our children
(dont want to see our children)
Oh go up in smoke
Oh we dont want to see our children
Yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Curse of Drugs
Truth is bold
A son is born as foretold
Joy to my world
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice
At last a son of my own
Mom’s care the best
Nothing less but the finest
Gives the greatest
Cheers, cheers, more cheer
Exulted we were
Years to come
What has become
Of my son awesome
Applause, applause, more applause
Wonderful is he
Days pass by
Found him with alibi
Thought he’d say goodbye
Jeers, jeers, more jeer
My son is down, poisoned by drugs
As heavy as a boulder
A burden upon my shoulder
Never to surrender
Gonna fight on they say
Away with you to rehab
To keep alive
Gonna survive
But don’t dive
On your feet my boy
My God, he's dead
Yet in my nest
Thought you’re honest
Yet we need kindness
For God sake tell me
Where have we failed?
poem by Noel Horlanda
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On Hearing Of A Death
We lack all knowledge of this parting. Death
does not deal with us. We have no reason
to show death admiration, love or hate;
his mask of feigned tragic lament gives us
a false impression. The world's stage is still
filled with roles which we play. While we worry
that our performances may not please,
death also performs, although to no applause.
But as you left us, there broke upon this stage
a glimpse of reality, shown through the slight
opening through which you dissapeared: green,
evergreen, bathed in sunlight, actual woods.
We keep on playiing, still anxious, our difficult roles
declaiming, accompanied by matching gestures
as required. But your presence so suddenly
removed from our midst and from our play, at times
overcomes us like a sense of that other
reality: yours, that we are so overwhelmed
and play our actual lives instead of the performance,
forgetting altogehter the applause.
Translated by Albert Ernest Flemming
poem by Rainer Maria Rilke
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