As a musician I tell you that if you were to suppress adultery, fanaticism, crime, evil, the supernatural, there would no longer be the means for writing one note.
quote by Georges Bizet
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If someone decides to be a musician now, it means because there is no hope of money at the end of it, it means they really want to be a musician. And if someone is writing now, there is no hope for money at the end of it.
quote by Doug Coupland
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Supernatural
Built a king on compliments
Charisma, and advertisements
Still they see him shimmering ephemeral
If it aint supernatural
If it aint supernatural
Supernatural, or maybe
It was an out of body experience
Yes I flew around
A hospital room once
On intreveneous demerol
You werent supernatural
Supernatural, or maybe
A sudden smell
A certain view
Sparked a whoppin case
Of the deja vu
Is it inexplicable?
No,no,no it aint
Supernatural
Supernatural, or maybe
song performed by by Live
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Suppress The Pain
Suppress the pain and I'll become somebody you don't understand
Suppress the pain and the person you once knew becomes cold hearted
Suppress the pain and the person you once knew no longer exists
Suppress the pain and I become stronger not weaker
Supress the pain and I won't care about you Suppress the pain and I'll say to you what you once said to me
poem by Erica Santana
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Supernatural
Interplanetary
Interplanetary
Supernatural
Supernatural
Supernatural
Lookin for that big honey
Youll find only in a dream
I searched around and still cant find her
? ? ? to extreme
Turned around, she caught my eye
Tell me am I seein things
Just might be imagination
? ? ? and hauntin me
This woman (supernatural)
The way she looks (supernatural)
The way she moves her body (supernatural)
Everything about this honey is so supernatural
Supernatural
As I watch her move in closer
Perfect beauty she exceeds
Never question mother nature
Shes an angel without wings
Her extension fills my body
I reach out to hold her hand
Tried to grab it, cant get a handle
The girl is gone, she was never here
This woman, yeah (supernatural)
The way she looks, uh-huh (supernatural)
The way she moves her body (supernatural)
Something about that woman that makes me feel so good
(supernatural)
The way she looks (supernatural)
Supernatural baby, yeah (supernatural)
Everything about this honey is so supernatural
Im tired of this cloud
Takin over the invisible force
Are they controllin me
Naw, thats a corny way I think
I take two beasts out to rethink
Im takin each in my dream
This is kind of extreme
Yo ron, help me out
You know what I mean
Yeah, biv
Its not that deep
Come go with me
And out that ghost to sleep
(? ? ? ) how shes possessin me
(? ? ? ) shes meta physical, super irical
(? ? ? ) might be imagination
(? ? ? ) cause everything about this, honey, I love
Alright
(supernatural) the way that she moves, mmm
(supernatural) theres no doubt about it, yeah, yeah
(supernatural) oh, I know heaven must have sent you from above
(supernatural), yeah...
(supernatural) ooh...hoo...hoo...ooh...
(supernatural) say, baby, say, baby
If Im dreamin, if Im dreamin please dont wake me up, yeah
(supernatural)
(supernatural) see, I just wanna keep dreamin
(supernatural) everything I want in a woman
(supernatural) and I love her, and I love her, and I love...
(supernatural)
(supernatural)
(supernatural)
song performed by by New Edition
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A celibate clergy is an especially good idea, because it tends to suppress any hereditary propensity toward fanaticism.
Carl Sagan in Contact
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Adultery at one’s wills
.
Proximity promotes adultery
But not necessarily.
Opportunities encourage adultery
But not necessarily.
Necessities warrant adultery
But not necessarily.
Baits contribute to adultery
But not necessarily.
Adultery is no more than a theft
Which will happen with one’s wills.
06.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Adultery at one’s wills.
Proximity promotes adultery
But not necessarily.
Opportunities encourage adultery
But not necessarily.
Necessities warrant adultery
But not necessarily.
Baits contribute to adultery
But not necessarily.
Adultery is no more than a theft
Which will happen with one’s wills.
06.06.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think I turned to writing really just to wake up in the morning and be a musician and to have something to do, and feel like a musician every day even if I wasn't working.
quote by Lesley Gore
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I Come Alive In Writing
I come alive in writing
Even if the writing means nothing to anyone else-
I come alive in writing
Even if I am totally deluding myself as to its value-
I come alive in writing
Even if at times while writing there is an underlying hopelessness and despair -
I come alive in writing
As if writing is what God has given me to do-
I come alive in writing
As if through it I can truly give to and help others-
I come alive in writing
As if life has meaning through it-
I come alive in writing
Even when I sense the writing is not good or great
As I would wish it to be.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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The Church's note must be a supernatural note which distinguishes incarnation from immanence, redemption from evolution, the Kingdom of God from mere spiritual process.
quote by Arthur Middleton
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Well I'm a third-generation musician. My Grandfather's a musician and my father and mother were both musicians and so I'm a musician. It was just natural that I should be a musician 'cause I was born into the family.
quote by Sam Rivers
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Doing the right thing.....
Sometimes it means giving in
When you know that nothing else matter
Sometimes it means needing to be quiet
When words can no longer deliver the message
Sometimes it means going separate ways
When things have gotten unbearable and hopeless
Sometimes it means turning away
When your presence will do more harm than good
Sometimes it means giving up your dreams
When you no longer have time to dream
Sometimes it means stop hoping
When there's nothing else to hope for
Sometimes it means giving up your reasons
When you know that they just don't fit
Sometimes it means masking your true feelings
When you know that you have to put up a face
Sometimes it means keeping the love within your heart
When you know that it can only bring pain.
poem by Malaya Bodlaver
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It's Either Crime or Evil
It's either crime or evil...
Those choices that are picked.
Done by certain people...
Living in despair!
And exposed to wickedness.
This is not rare.
Nor is it today considered sick.
These are the lives some have to survive.
And polluted is the air where this exists.
It's crime or evil...
That teaches people,
A collected sum done will never be equal.
And with wishes to prevent this,
Are those enforced to sit through sequals.
Understanding no one cares.
Or there to spare them from paying the fare.
Anywhere!
Hopeless and alone...
Many struggle groaning on their own.
Living in towns and cities without pity.
With drooping heads from being unfed.
And devoid of a nourishment,
That will inspire or encourage them.
Moping on the streets,
With a lost dignity that is preached.
And sleeping without shelter,
Through storms of emotion...
That drains them of faith,
And meaningless devotion...
That brings and creates for them torment,
Burdened by heartache.
It is either crime or evil,
For the people living in despair.
It's either crime or evil,
With no one there who cares.
It is either crime or evil,
For the people living everywhere.
It's either crime or evil,
That clouds the Sun...
With stinging winds that chill,
From a darkness of wilfull behavior done!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Lightning Strikes The Postman
I got yer letter it had turned to sand, lighting strikes the postman in
His hand, I hope that you remember the things you had to say, its just
A supernatural delay... I got yer package it was all a mess, lightning strikes
The postman in his chest, I hope that you remember the things you
Had to
Say, its just a supernatural delay...
I sent you a postcard and I hope yer fine
But lightning strike the postman all the time
I couldnt really think of anything to say
Its just a supernatural delay,
And its hard to read the writing through the flames...
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Its A Crime
(j. spinks)
For once in my life
Well I wished that i
Could just say what? s on my mind
But Im afraid
In case the words dont come out right
And if I should try
Do you think that you would understand me?
Oh oh oh maybe it? s a crime what i? m thinking
Don? t you wanna know why
Baby it? s a crime what i? m thinking
Well i? ve tried so hard
And I wished that I could just get the moment right
But everytime there? s always someone in this room
And so tonight
If I get the chance i? ll share my secret
Oh oh oh maybe it? s a crime what Im thinking
Dont you wanna know why
Baby its a crime what Im thinking
Oh i? m just like
Any other man I just want the best out of life
But in the end I know Ill take what I can get
If I should try
Do you think that you would stand beside me?
Oh oh oh maybe it? s a crime what i? m thinking
Dont you wanna know why
Baby its a crime what i? m thinking
Oh, wont you stand by my side
Just a little bit longer
Just a little bit longer
Oh for just once in your life
Stand by me stand me
Just a little bit longer just a little longer
Just a little bit longer just a little bit
Come on baby come on baby
song performed by by Outfield
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Merit has no merit.
No scandal ends in adultery.
No adultery traces to scandal.
Meritorious companions meet
And fall apart before they unite.
Under indenture adultery succeeds.
08.11.2002
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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The Goodbye Note
I'm sorry it had to go this way
But I couldn't bear looking at you today
I just miss you so much
You no longer can I touch
I could
But there'd be too much pain
I would
But I'd lose you again someday
I can't be your friend
Because of the pain you put me through
And I can't be your friend
Because I can't bear to see you
I'd cry
And runaway
I'm too scared
To face you another day
Only out of the fear
Of running away
And shedding more than one tear
But there's more than tears to pay
It seems hopeless
Writing you this note
But again nonetheless
This note I wrote
It explains to you
Why I can't be your friend
I'm terrified of you
The note's drawing to the end
I'm so sorry
From the bottom of my broken heart I say
But again
I lost more than my heart anyway.
poem by Mystykka Mysterious
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Believe In The Supernatural
(graham russell)
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Im going back just a few years
All people used to seem tall
When everyday would be voices calling
Id take no notice at all
Id take no notice at all
Then when I asked if youd held conversation
I was the talk of the town
Until the voice let me see in the future
They didnt look so way down
I have to make them listen
Or they may never come back
I have to make them listen now
(chorus)
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
Believe in the supernatural
And so I heard and I saw something happening
They were just like you and me
But they were wiser and all had the messages
We really had to believe
We really had to believe
They showed me how the world keeps on turning
Its not as hard as it seems
So many secrets you wouldnt believe it
They manufacture our dreams
I have to make you listen
Or they may never come back
I have to make you listen now
(chorus)
I was afraid of things that I cant see
I cant see love but I like it a lot
I used to take a life in the back seat
Until the front row began to move off
There must be more to sleep than waking
I was so sure there was something waiting there
(chorus)
Im going back just a few years
All people used to seem tall
When everyday would be voices calling
Id take no notice at all
Id take no notice at all
Then when I asked if youd held conversation
I was the talk of the town
Until the voice let me see in the future
They didnt look so way down
I have to make you listen
Or they may never come back
I have to make you listen now
(chorus)
song performed by by Air Supply
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Music is emotional, and you may catch a musician in a very unemotional mood or you may not be in the same frame of mind as the musician. So a critic will often say a musician is slipping.
quote by Nat King Cole
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The Poetry At Times Seems
THE POETRY AT TIMES SEEMS
The Poetry at times seems
Like the last stand-
The little bit of what is left in me
Of all I dreamed in Writing.
The Poetry seems a means of Surviving
When all other ways of writing
Have been lost-
So much has been done
And not been done.
By these little words
I am holding on-
I do not know how much longer,
I will be able to.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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