Ironically, we live in times that are awash in authentic sacred music.
quote by Richard Morris
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a journey,
an evolution...
a life long forgotten
i lived
as many times as i died...
i laughed as many times as i wept..
i rejoiced as many times as i suffered..
ironically, every time i emerged a shade better,
not bitter, whatever i went through..
there's always a trade off...
though i lost mostly
unknowingly or knowingly
i traded the security
of a cage and gave up the sky...
no regrets...
no remorse...
one always gets
what one asks for, i suppose
did i ever live the way i wished
is it possible to live the way one wishes?
will i ever move out of the cage
i confined myself to?
am i not habituated to the cage?
isn't that simpler and easier way to live...?
only a free-bird knows of the difficulties
of the endless skies it flies across
let's see, my friend...
this journey
this evolution
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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The philosophy to live
The life is
respect and dignity
My philosophy of
life is to
live with dreams
Is satisfying to
think at the
philosophy to live
The philosophy to
live is sacred
and genuine
Is essential that
the philosophy to
live is a
conscious and satisfying
act of our
personal existence
The philosophy to
live must be
defended from excessive
attacks
The philosophy to
live will be
a peaceful and
motivated revolution
The life is
a great and
magnificent work
The life must
be lived slowly
because only thus
can be authentic
The life is
not appearance
The life travels
in the present
The life is
an alternation of
emotions and sensations
There shouldn't be
obsessions in life
because it's an
unrepeatable and extravagant
thing
poem by Laura arwen
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Ocean Awash The Gunwale
By g.allman, d. toler & t. colton
Our lives are hanging in a balance
Or theyre dangling by a thread
A spark of life brought down from an angel
To raise the stranger from the dead
Once more were cheating on the
With all the gypsy in our souls
Cause I know theres a God up in heaven
Who must love rock and roll
Once again we sail home to sarasota
With the ocean awash the gunwale
But she still keeps her head above water
Guess were all gonna live to tell this tale
Heres to the boys in the band forever hangin on
Without you theres no reason to go
Id be lying face down in some river
Waiting on an angel to take me back home
Once again we sail home to sarasota
With the ocean awash the gunwale
But she still keeps her head above water
Guess were all gonna live to tell this tale
Solo:
Once again we sail home to sarasota
With the ocean awash the gunwale
But she still keeps her head above water
Guess were all gonna live to tell this tale
song performed by by Allman Brothers Band
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The Poems Through I Ironically Be
THE POEMS THROUGH WHICH I IRONICALLY BE
The poems through which I ironically be
mock my pretentious Poetry.
They say they themselves are little Rhymes
unworthy of much Readers' Time.
Read this fast,
and do not stay
another poem
has gone away.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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I record all of my music with authentic instruments in a studio before we start editing, doing many, many versions. The music shapes the film as we edit so it has an organic relationship to the content.
Ironically, for a few million people in the Far East, I did become an English teacher through my music.
Failure is authentic, and because it's authentic, it's real and genuine, and because of that, it's a pure state of being.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Ungramatically, right..!
I have a guitar
It asks me questions...
Replies my doubts...
At times generate novel music...
Without me playing, very noble.!
Many a times I thought
To enter the inner of that...!
As I entered it....
To know its wonders...,
Wonders of its everything...
Kid I became...
For my guitar..! ,
Because of entering its inner beauty..
I was cared as inside of my mom!
And became sacred too...!
Because I dont know anything...
Other than my presence in its kling..!
I am not fully fit to describe about the guitar....
Guitar...my mom...!
Because its my world...my universe..!
To the people it may seem as I am creating music
From the inside and outside by tricks..!
But ultimately....
The guitar only has created me...!
I am the guitar's kid! !
Music Alone Shall Live
Music is my friend
when I am lonely
music is the one and only
thing that never ends
Music lives everywhere
can't escape it
can't replace it
Music is my life to me
music is what it is and will always be
Music is your strength
when you are weak
Music is your hope
when you are bleak
Music is made to be played
to fade
to serenade
Music is the gift everyone should give
music alone shall live
poem by U. Ashley Ogonor
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Kids In America 94
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Kids In America 94 (Cappella Mix)
Written by ricky & marty wilde
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Looking out a dirty old window
Down below the cars in the
City go rushing by
I sit here alone
And I wonder why
Friday night and everyones moving
I can fell the heat
But its shooting
Heading down
I search for the beat in this dirty town
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Bright lights the music gets faster
Look boy, dont check on your watch
Not another glance
Im not leaving now, honey not a chance
Hot-shot, give me no problems
Much later baby youll be saying never mind
You know life is cruel, life is never kind
Everybody live for the music-go-round
Were the kids in america
Were the kids in america
Everybody live for the music-go-round
song performed by by Kim Wilde
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Music is either sacred or secular. The sacred agrees with its dignity, and here has its greatest effect on life, an effect that remains the same through all ages and epochs. Secular music should be cheerful throughout.
quote by Johann Wolfgang Von Goethe
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Either something is authentic or it is unauthentic, it is either false or true, make-believe or spontaneous life; yet here we are faced with a prevaricated truth and an authentic fake, hence a thing that is at once the truth and a lie.
Stanislaw Lem in A Perfect Vacuum (1971)
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There is a certain kind of respect for authenticity today that there wasn't back in the days when they did 'Cleopatra,' where everything looked like a giant motel. People want to have it be authentic in the look, and authentic in the way people behave.
quote by John Milius
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Yet You Want To Be Pleased
a tragic hero
always thinks of
his disposal!
ironically
he suffers much
to live
more long
than usual
poem by Pranab K. Chakraborty
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Live For The Music
Some people say I'm no good
laying in my bed all day
but when the night times comes I'm ready to rock
and roll my troubles away
I don't care if the sun don't shine
I know I'm gonna see it trough
I don't care what nobody says
I'm tell you what I'm gonna do
I'm gonna live for the music
give it everything you got
live for the music you know you're gonna find a lot
to ease my mind
now you may say I'm a mean mistreater
say I never treat you right
but sooner or later I'm gonna get to ya , baby
I don't wanna fuss and fight
hey baby gimme good lovin
do it to me all night long
any old thing gonna make me happy
long as I can sing my song
I'm gonna live for the music
give it everything you got
live for the music you know you're gonna find a lot
to ease my mind
song performed by by Bad Company
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Truly Sorry
take your sorry with you, and face the inevitable,
i am done taking stock. building inventory of 'i am sorry'
sorry i called you a liar,
sorry i believed your friend, when she said 'she is no good for you'.
sorry i wasn't there for your big night,
sorry that i couldn't get away,
and be accosted by your 'nagging'.
take your sorry, and of with you, and be damned.
i absolve the minute details of being you lover,
sorry for the inquisitive looks. when you smelt not of his cologne,
her, and my lingering scent.
take your sorry,
launder it.
taken your sorry for far to long,
and time past, the world was awash with impunity.
awash with clemency.
take your sorry and save a soul.
poem by Angella Wangari Kariuki
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How Can A Poor Man Stand Such Times & Live ?
(alfred reed)
(g) - (c) - (g7) - (d) - (d7) - (am)
(g) I remember a time when every (d) thing was (g) cheap
Now prices nearly puts a man to (d) sleep
(d7) well, when we (g) get our grocery (g7) bill
We (c) feel like making our (am) will
Tell me, (g) how can a poor man (d7) stand such times and (g) live ?
Tell me, (g) how can a poor man (d7) stand such times and (g) live ?
Well, the doctor comes around with his face all bright
And he says, in a little while youll be all right!
Well, all he gives is a humbug pill
Dose of dope and a great big bill
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Most preachers, well, they preach for gold and not for soul
Well, thats what keeps us poor folks always in a hole
Now, we can hardly get our breath
Taxed and schooled and preached to death
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
Tell me, how can a poor man stand such times and live ?
song performed by by Ry Cooder
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Moving Music
Certain pieces of music and certain songs do something extraordinary to me,
they get inside my head and overwhelm me so magically.
The instant I hear their introduction I stop whatever I'm doing and listen,
I become transfixed and taken to higher plain within this dimension.
I overflow with euphoria, so much so, my eyes are awash with tears,
I couldn't get any closer to acoustic paradise, and it's been like this for years.
What also makes this so wonderful is that new works are happening all the time,
and when I first hear them I rate them as the others, moving music, sublime
poem by Orlando Belo
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As Long As I Shall Live
As long as I shall live I shall live with other people
And god will be there for me
As long as I shall sleep in a warm bed during the winter
I shall have my dreams
As long as I live I shall have friends
As long as I live I will listen to music because music is healing
And sometimes I feel tha my sould and me can benefit withthe music
As long as I live I shall see some Clear blue sky
As long as I live I shall have friends
As long as I live I will try to end my depression
As long as I live I shall sing the blues
As long as I live I shall have no depression anymore because there will Be people to support me in my daily life
As long as I live I shall be hungry for God's word
poem by Aldo Kraas
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