Well, all the plays that I was trying to write were plays that would grab an audience by the throat and not release them, rather than presenting an emotion which you could observe and walk away from.
quote by Arthur Miller
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I would write plays for my grandmother, who was stone deaf, my mother and the dog, that was our audience.
quote by Jayne Meadows
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Baby Plays Around
Its not open to discussion anymore
Shes out again tonight and Im alone once more
Shes all I have worth waiting for
But baby plays around
And so it seems Ive always been the last to know
To hold on to that girl, I had to let her go
I wish to God I didnt love her so
cos baby plays around
I try to be strong hold on to my pride
She doesnt even know its wrong, how much I hurt inside
And heaven knows Ive tried
But baby plays around. just a plaything
Its hard to reconcile the facts Im facing
Its not open to discussion anymore
She walks those shiny streets
I walk the worn out floor
Shes all I have worth living for
Baby plays, baby plays around
song performed by by Elvis Costello
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I write plays, and I have a musical that's starting to get produced now. That's what I would love to do, but it's so hard. The only reason people are reading my plays and musicals is because I'm in movies.
quote by Jesse Eisenberg
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The young man plays the flute, the middle aged man plays the harpsichord, the old man plays the organ.
Twelve Bar Lil
Sweet Lilly Larnie
plays the blues away
she plays a three quarter strat
like B.B King plays Lucille
She plays the twelve bar blues
like nobody else can
she plays a blues lick so fast and quick
it makes you sick
She's twelve bar Lil
the three quarter strat Queen
you wouldn't believe
she's only three
For my Daughter Lilly, who's now four.
poem by Dave Alan Walker
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Some guitarists I know
Casey hides behind an Elvis swagger
And a marlboro red
He's small and charming
He has a smile that is velvet
He wants to live in a comic book
When he sings
Emotion hangs on his guitar strings
And He plays beautiful guitar
Green likes the blues
Johnny Lang, Stevie Ray
He has the style of Bruce Willis
Charms the pants off of most women
Sometimes he wants to be in love
But wonders why he cant love them
Like Jade and his mom
And He plays beautiful guitar
Dirty Kurt
Tall and lanky
Can write an enviable lyric in a second
Manipulates strings that makes girls weep
He has hearts in his eyes
Because He's in love with love
He has a radiant smile but his teeth are fake
And He plays beautiful guitar
John is solid as cement
Tall and expansive with big shoulders
With a big voice to match
Writes simple lyrics with complexity
He loves Iggy and the Stooges
And Mike Watt, Captain Sensible
John Lennon, Frank Black
Sometimes Eno
And He plays beautiful guitar
poem by Wanda Swim Strunk
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Hush goes the crowd
(The music plays, the stage is lit, the crowd come in and a man starts to sing)
Hush goes the crowd,
While I sing this sad love ballad,
The story of my heart,
And I continue singing,
One by one,
The leave the theatre,
And soon I’m left alone,
Singing this ballad,
While I weep before every word,
From daybreak to midnight,
From spring till to winter,
I sing this melancholy filled ballad,
Murmuring these words,
As my throat dry’s,
(The man is on his knees)
Now in a empty theatre,
This song still plays,
Even though I’m alone,
My speech does not stop,
And from a sad ballad,
This song his turned into screams,
Shattering through,
Deafening every living being,
But it isn’t even heard,
No not even listened to,
By the muse of this song,
If only she heard my voice,
If only she would come to this theatre,
(Sound of weeping, tears hit the stage floor; the light slowly fades, till there is only silence and darkness)
Then the Hong is hit,
And I awake to sing again,
The same old lyrics,
There is a new audience in the seats,
But she is not here,
She will never be,
Where she is,
Is far away,
(The music plays again and he starts to sing then hush say’s the crowd)
poem by Paurakh Shrestha
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King Creole
(words & music by jerry leiber - mike stoller)
Theres a man in new orleans
Who plays rock and roll
Hes a guitar man
With a great big soul
He lays down a beat
Like a ton of coal
He goes by the name of king creole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Jumpin like a catfish on a pole
You know hes gone, gone, gone
Hip shaking king creole
When the king starts to do it
Its as good as done
He holds his guitar
Like a tommy gun
He starts to growl
From way down his throat
He bends a string
And thats all she wrote
Well, he sings a song about a crowded hole
He sings a song about a jelly roll
He sings a song about meat and greens
He wails some blues about new orleans
Well, he plays something evil
Then he plays something sweet
No matter what he plays
You got to get up on your feet
When he gets the rockin fever
Baby, heaven sakes
He dont stop playin
till his guitar breaks
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Be Audience Rare
do not write
to fickle audience
be audience rare
write what
themes
flow choose
most
rarely read
rhymes
no time to waste
on audience present
will eternity wait?
do not write
to audience
be audience rare
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Big Ten Inch Record
Got me the strangest woman
Believe it, this chicks no sinch
When I wanna get her goin
Then I whip out my big ten inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Last night I tried to tease her
I gave my love a little pinch
But she said now stop that jivin
Now whip out your big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
Ill cover her with kisses
And when were in a lovers clinch
She gets all excited
When she puts on my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Well the band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
My gal dont go smokin
And liquor just makes her flinch
Seems she dont go for nothin
cept for my big ten-inch
Record of the band that plays the blues
Band that plays the blues
She just loved my big ten inch
Record of her favorite blues
song performed by by Aerosmith
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It is as if she is lost
It is as if she is lost,
while on the piano she plays a fugue
and sick of arguing feeling like a rogue
she plays on as if she’s at an outpost
where living cost
do not matter and every colleague
do not scatter away, as if she has the plague
and she’s near to the end, almost
finished, when the phone starts to ring,
with its consistency shattering her peace
and she answers and listens to the chattering,
looking through the window to find quick release
from the building tension, she notices that it’s spring
and the voice trails on and on, like a spreading disease.
poem by Gert Strydom
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A Little Night Music
A little night music plays on
As I walk tonight
The stars are sublime
While many fly by in the sky before
they're gone
It's a night like any other
But tonight there's a little night music
I'm all alone
Yet while the music plays
I stand by a wall of this abandoned
building
And just become enchanted
The streets are still flooded with cars
The highways are still busy with trucks
Yet where I am
I'm happy where I am tonight
Whether I'm standing outside a building
Or just wanting to take in the night for the
sake of it
A little night music plays on tonight
And I feel like it's on my side
On this night
While having a smile on my face
poem by Justin Gildow
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Convenient Killing Prophets Before Birth Born
Patty plays sunny day absorbed in her splash paddling pool.
Sybil collects classical art shells along future whisper seashores.
Terence writes last morality Roman plays into tide incoming sands.
Galileo Galilei seashore plays delight birth fathers modern sciences.
Einstein E = mc2 relativity realistic states nature equivalence principle
recognized 'right of individuals to say and think what they pleased'.
Stephen Hawking proves superiority of mind over frail sick bodies
black holes release energy light escapes on cusp rim event horizons.
But like Hitler unenlightened minds promote birth defect abortions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Ballade Of Old Plays
LA COUR.
When these Old Plays were new, the King,
Beside the Cardinal's chair,
Applauded, 'mid the courtly ring,
The verses of Moliere;
Point-lace was then the only wear,
Old Corneille came to woo,
And bright Du Parc was young and fair,
When these Old Plays were new!
LA COMEDIE.
How shrill the butcher's cat-calls ring,
How loud the lackeys swear!
Black pipe-bowls on the stage they fling,
At Brecourt, fuming there!
The Porter's stabbed! a Mousquetaire
Breaks in with noisy crew -
'Twas all a commonplace affair
When these Old Plays were new!
LA VILLE.
When these Old Plays were new! They bring
A host of phantoms rare:
Old jests that float, old jibes that sting,
Old faces peaked with care:
Menage's smirk, de Vise's stare,
The thefts of Jean Ribou,--
Ah, publishers were hard to bear
When these Old Plays were new.
ENVOY.
Ghosts, at your Poet's word ye dare
To break Death's dungeons through,
And frisk, as in that golden air,
When these Old Plays were new!
poem by Andrew Lang
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Far-Darting Apollo
I saw the sun step like a gentleman
Dressed in black and proud as sin.
I saw the sun walk across London
Like a young M. P., risen to the occasion.
His step was light, his tread was dancing,
His lips were smiling, his eyes glancing.
Over the Cenotaph in Whitehall
The sun took the wicket with my skull.
The sun plays tennis in the court of Geneva
With the guts of a Finn and the head of an Emperor.
The sun plays squash in a tomb of marble,
The horses of Apocalypse are in his stable.
The sun plays a game of darts in Spain
Three by three in flight formation.
The invincible wheels of his yellow car
Are the discs that kindle the Chinese war.
The sun shows the world to the world,
Turns its own ghost on the terrified crowd,
Then plunges all images into the ocean
Of the nightly mass emotion.
Games of chance and games of skill,
All his sports are games to kill.
I saw the murderer at evening lie
Bleeding on his death-bed sky.
His hyacinth breath, his laurel hair,
His blinding sight, his moving air,
My love, my grief, my weariness, my fears
Hid from me in a night of tears.
poem by Kathleen Jessie Raine
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Pierrot
Pierrot stands in the garden
Beneath a waning moon,
And on his lute he fashions
A fragile silver tune.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
He thinks he plays for me,
But I am quite forgotten
Under the cherry tree.
Pierrot plays in the garden,
And all the roses know
That Pierrot loves his music, --
But I love Pierrot.
poem by Sara Teasdale
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Song That Jane Likes
And in plays to write the wire in
Ill come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
Ill come back again
Would you like to play
With the thought of a friend
In a distant passing stage
While you lie around
With hands up and down
So resigned you will fall down
While you around here play
Wild on the warm and far away
While you around here play
The days keep scrbbling themselves
In tidy lines
Would like to play
With a fool holding hands
With a one-eyed jack of spades
While on the deck they sing
All of the captains cards are kings
Still he and the queen are lost at sea
I hope it isnt you and me
And Ill be back round again
Yes Ill walk in time with you old friend
And well find that place
That we had danced so long ago
And in plays to write the wire in
Ill come back again
Torching time talking rhymes in
Ill come back again
With this resigned
The letter I sign
song performed by by Dave Matthews Band
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You are a dear soul who plays polo, and I am a poor Pole who plays solo.
quote by Ignacy Jan Paderewski
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Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.
quote by Schiller
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The audience wants to be attracted not by the critics, but by a great story. You must deliver to the audience emotion - and when I say emotion, I mean suspense, drama, love.
quote by Dino De Laurentiis
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