Great music is that which penetrates the ear with facility and leaves the memory with difficulty. Magical music never leaves the memory.
quote by Thomas Beecham
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Music
Music is an art
Music is presided over by the Muses
Music combines sounds in a pleasing way
Music has common elements.
Music has pitch and melody
Music has harmony and rhythm
Music has tempo and meter
Music has sonic qualities of timbre.
Music is euphony or sweet sound
Music has harmonious qualities
Music is inspirational
Music opens the soul.
Music is energizing
Music is enriching
Music makes one happy
Music is relaxing.
Music is soothing
Music is entertainment
Music is lovable
Music is stirring.
Music moves one to tears
Music gives a spark
Music tunes a special memory
Music is a form of therapy.
Music fills with spiritual attunement
Music is a personal experience
Music takes us along the road of life
Music is the corner stone of every society.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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The Magical Music Show(Lyrics) :
Welcome to magic, and the magical music show.
You'll get a little magic, from the magical music show.
When you see, you've got it down.
Take a little look around.
Send your eyes up on the stage.
There could be no better day; for magic.
And the magical music show.
We'll send a little magic.
From the magical music show.
When you think you understand.
Take a look, up at our band.
Take another look around.
There could be no better sound, then magic.
And the magical music show.
You'll get a little magic.
From the magical music show.
So welcome to magic.
And the magical music show..
You'll get a little magic.
From the magical music show.
So welcome to magic.
And the magical music show.
And the magical music show-wooh-wooh..
Magic Song-Poem by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1985,2009..
All rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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I Wanted the Music of Another World
I wanted the music of another world
The music that makes me know how to dream -
But there is no music in me now
And I cannot begin to know how to feel it-
Music is the soul and Music is memory -
Music is love crying out within me as creation-
I need music for there to be Poetry
But the Music I have now hobbles within me
And the Poem that comes is far from a dream.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Music
The music flows through me
its with me everyday
the melodies flit through my mind
I can never them out of my head
It never leaves
but thats OK
you see,
I don’t mind
not one bit
because without my beautiful music
I would be nothing
I would be a hallow shell
I would look the same
but without my music
I am dead inside
Oh, the world will go on
but my own personal world
will end
so I pray that my music,
the music in my head,
never leaves
poem by Lilinoe Hall
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Making Love With Memories
You poked my blurring eye,
Let me lift your mushy breast.
We aged onwards
While you stroked flaccidity –
Recalling decades of
Blood-gorged coming, shuddering to boot.
I kissed a venerable mouth
Crammed with falsities –
Once brilliant keys
Guarded by crimson lips
Washed by a sensual tongue.
And so we writhed in wrinkles,
Tiring effort, and
Memories.
Copyright © Mark R Slaughter 2010
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
Memory memory memory memory memory
poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Come As You Are (LP Version)
Come As You Are"
Come, as you are. As you were.
As I want you to be. As a friend.
As a friend. As an old enemy. Take your time.
Hurry up. The choice is yours. Don't be late.
Take a rest. As a friend. As a old memory, memory, memory, memory.
Come. Dowsed in mud. Soaked in bleach.
As I want you to be. As a trend. As a friend.
As an old memory, memory, memory, memory.
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
Memory, memory, memory, memory (don't have a gun).
And I swear that I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun.
No I don't have a gun. No I don't have a gun. Memory, memory...
song performed by by Nirvana
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Memory Of Me As A Poet,
memory of me as a poet,
My doleful soul need's the great memory of me as a poet,
The pure memory taught me of the spontaneous event's of life,
How creation gave me authority to reveal such a strong poetic verse,
I recited the poem in my mind only to realise the great motor memory,
But pure memory revealed all my past writing,
I can relive my past only by the memory of the great history,
Global memory took my mind to think of the great poet.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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My Heart Turns For You
my thoughts turn like a record player
and my heart skips every time it goes off track
the ripples you send down my spine every time you're hands meet with mine
i never would have understood this feeling if it was not for you
my thoughts will never stop turning as long as you're there
to keep the music playing
day to day i hear you're voice you're the only music i want for now and forever
the records may break the music might stop
for a while tears will fade and my memory's will turn for you even after the music stops
but memory's are forever no matter how old the music gets
but my thoughts will never stop turning as long as you're there
to keep the music playing: D
poem by Preston Andrew
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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A Poem Has A Memory Of Its Own
A POEM HAS A MEMORY OF ITS OWN
A poem has a memory of is own
It has a music and a melody
If it sounds as it should
It will demand to be reheard.
If it is simply words
Then it will go on and on
Without beauty
Without longing
Without mystery.
A poem has a music of its own
And even when it cannot resound strongly
It needs to be heard
Again and again
If it is to be remembered
And loved.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Now Your Memory
Coloured leaves dance about
Season changed and so did you
We walked along I can't forget
I think of things we use to do
Now Your Memory
Plans we made for tomorrow
The first flower you gave to me
Dreams we shared together
Your kiss that felt so gently
Now Your Memory
I look back and soak it all in
It makes me smile and cry
This was the it use to be then
And even though I do realise
Now Your Memory
poem by Suelynn Walters
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Favourite Memory
Here I lay
Thinking of that sweet memory we share
under that willow tree
Blowing in the breeze
Our first time was magical
Like a fairy tale, except better
Nothing slowed our passion
We had for one Another
Could it happen again?
When the sun comes out again
Can that memory replay?
For it is my favourite memory ever
poem by Make A Wish
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Concert
Music drifts threw the air
I can almost see the notes
They float around my head in the most delightful way
We worked hard to play in such a wonderful way
I leaves the best impression on our critics
We are the best
That's what we think
That's what we know
Now I can taste success
We did it
Its over
Our music has been played
Our music has been heard
Our music has been loved
poem by Jimmy Hoffa
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Dancing With You
i have a memory
of a dance,
of my hands on your waist
your arms around me
the smell of your hair
the laugh you made
as i tease your ear
the promise made
your lips touch mine
no memory
of the song
only the music
my memory
dancing with joy
holding on
to you
Loss of memory
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those days when I had not a friend
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great moments when we are together
I thank the loss of my memory
Of those seconds prior to your reasonableness
I am thankful to the memory
Of the great dimple when you smile
I thank the loss of my memory
Prior to the reduction of your anger
I am thankful to the memory
Of those great sharing moments of your success
I thank the loss of my memory
For the reasons of our arguments
I am thankful to the greatest
Moments of my life with you.
poem by Hariharans Sundaram
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All i got to my name.
All I got to my name,
Is my music
It's all i ever am
and all i will be
you can't take it away
it's all i got to my name
My music is my life
my music is my love
my music is my fire on a cold day
my music is my castle where i stay all the day
my music is home
where i feel safe
It's all I got to my name
don't you dare take it away
it's what makes me me and not you
My music is my best friend
my music is my nae
it's all I own that matters to me
My music is all i got to my name
no family
no friends
all i need is my music
I need nothing but my music
it's what I do all the day
all I can say
My music My music
all i got to my name...
poem by Alice Lion
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Memory (Thy Shall)
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
So delicate it may break.
A memory so lost,
So unwanted it tears apart,
Until it dies,
It shall go back to thy start.
A powerful memory it may be,
Or a memory that shall be overlooked,
Thy one shall let it see,
How thy memory is like a book.
But how powerful thy memory is,
It has to be stronger than a good memory,
A memory that has passion and feeling,
A memory that has greatness and becoming myself, I, and me.
Until that kind of memory is shown,
Thy memory shall be looked upon near and far,
Thy memory shall be kept hidden,
Until it shall be who we are.
Thy shall not slumber,
Thy shall not wake,
A memory so fragile,
so delicate it may break.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Melody For A Memory
(words & music by john oates)
One for the money
One song Im writing for you
And if you cant take me with you girl
Take this melody for a memory
Love in the morning
Love in the late afternoon
Therell be no words when I leave you girl
Just a melody for a memory
And if you cant take me with you
Take this melody for a memory
She cried when he left her
Her eyes went black with the blue
The infrequent letters
The sooner the better
The cold distant phone calls
Will have to do
And if you cant take me with you
Take this melody for a memory
Take part of me, take part of me
Take this melody for a memory
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Music, When Soft Voices Die
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
poem by P.B. Shelley
Submitted by Dan Costinaş
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Once Heard-now Remembered
Light as a feather
she twirls, she spins
and that's before
the music begins.
The music's been playing.
It's not been heard.
But in her memory
her heart is stirred.
Since silence has come
all the music is done.
She relies on her past
when sounds were the sun.
In her head the tune's playing.
She feels it and starts swaying.
The sounds of the words
have all gone away.
But not the music,
it will always stay.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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