Dusty Springfield
The music of the Dusty Springfield still lives on,
Even though she, herself, is now dead and gone.
Every day, her songs are played on the airwaves.
About her music, many people still really rave.
When I hear her songs played on the radio,
Deep in my heart, I feel a really warm glow.
To her talent, many artistes still pay tribute.
Many a singer, her style of song, does suit.
She had massive hit after hit over her many years:
The sentiments, of which, still bring me to tears.
If she were still alive today, I think she’d be amazed,
How popular she still is and how much her songs are played.
She was just a normal, ordinary, middle class girl,
Who became one of popular music’s precious pearls.
She never let fame and fortune go to her head.
She chose to remain friendly and down to earth instead.
Her songs are ones which you can sing along to,
And you experience such a feeling of joy when you do.
There are a few songs, for which she’s very well-known,
And, in the world of music, these are set firmly in stone.
One of her most famous songs has to be,
‘You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me.’
‘I Only Want To Be With You’ and ‘Son Of A Preacher Man, ’
Are also really firm favourites amongst her many fans.
When on stage, she really gave it her all,
And always appeared to be having a right ball.
She had a real presence whenever on stage,
And with her audience, she really engaged.
She battled serious illness. She was so very brave,
And over ten years on, her fans still visit her grave.
Whether the day brings bright sunshine or showers,
Fans still make their pilgrimage to bring her flowers.
On ‘Dusty Day’, once a year, her fans come together.
In our hearts, she and her music will live on forever.
An entire day is dedicated to the precious memories of her,
And fans recollections of Dusty, once again, are stirred.
Many of her songs are famous world wide,
And when she passed away, many fans cried.
Her music unites fans from across every nation.
She really was a special lady and a real inspiration.
For her iconic style, she was very well-known -
A style which was exclusively hers and hers alone.
Her songs are still as popular today,
As the day she sadly passed away.
She died at the age of fifty nine, so never reached old age.
I wonder if she was alive today, she would still be on stage?
Since she passed away, over ten years have gone by,
But memories of her live on and will never ever die.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Singer/Songwriter (Leddra Chapman)
(This poem was inspired by the singer/songwriter, Leddra Chapman.)
This singer songwriter, of only nineteen years of age,
Is met by warm applause, as she takes to the stage.
She acknowledges her fans and bids them a cheery ‘hello.’
This evening, she’s accompanied by keyboard and cello.
As she stands on stage, tuning her guitar,
She still can’t believe that she has come this far.
She soon launches into her first song.
Her fans join in and joyously sing along.
With her audience, she happily interacts.
Fans, into every venue, she manages to pack.
She is able to light up an entire room,
When, all around us is doom and gloom.
Her outfit gives her a slightly hippie appearance,
Which, with her long blonde hair, gives her endearance.
Her manner is easy and light.
Her smile always beams so bright.
She often plays at small, intimate venues,
But quite a few festivals, she’s played at to.
She’s still studying at music school,
But, already, her music is considered really cool.
Her first album has already been released.
Soon, there’ll be a second. Another musical feast!
Her songs have often been played on Radio Two,
And she’s also been on TV, singing and doing interviews.
This young lady who’s still up and coming,
Stands with her guitar, her fingers gently strumming.
At the end of her set, she and her band take their bows.
The applause from the audience is extremely loud.
After finishing one of her wonderful shows,
She’s happy to sign autographs and pose for photos.
She’s one singer, who will never grow too big for her boots,
As she stays down to earth and remembers her humble roots.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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A Muisc Or Song?
No song
Only blaring music is heard
In the party!
Even the numbers
Of Michael Jackson beat music
Make fans dance!
More than songs
Only music is top most
In modern times!
Unlike some
Dean Martin or Louis Armstrong
Songs are not heard!
Celine Dion
Titanic song was moving
Heart to go on!
Old songs
Are replaced by fast music
Now for all!
poem by Ramesh T A
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I feel like my music is just an extension of my acting. I treat the songs like scenes that tell a story... it's very similar. My favorite thing is when cartoon fans show up to my live gigs! They are always the most kick-butt audience members 'cause they're not trying to act all cool like a lot of the music fans do! It's refreshing!!
quote by Grey DeLisle
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I Write The Songs
Ive been alive forever,
And I wrote the very first song.
I put the words and the melodies together,
I am music,
And I write the songs.
I write the songs that make the whole world sing.
I write the songs of love and special thing s.
I write the songs that make the young girls cry.
I write the songs, I write the songs.
My home lies deep within you,
And Ive got my own place in your sole.
Now, when I look out through your eyes,
Im youg again, even though Im very old.
Chorus
Oh my music makes you dance
And gives your spirit to take a chance,
And I wrote some rock n roll so you can move.
Music fills your heart,
Well, thats a real fine place to start.
Its from me its for you,
Its from you, its from me,
Its a world wide symphony.
Chorus
I am music, and I write the songs.
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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I Can't Hear The Music
I can't hear the music
although I try each day.
You took it with you when you left me
and then went on your way.
I can't hear the music
and now I cry each day.
You used to play your songs for me
and I used to hear you say
How much you really loved me
and the promises you swore.
And now after all these years
and all my tears
I can't hear the music anymore.
I remember all the nights we spent
and all the songs you'd sing.
They kept me warm as I listened
and oh what joy they'd bring.
In each new song and each new word
I'd revel in your voice.
I never thought there'd be a time
when you would make the choice
to take your songs and leave me
so I could never hear,
never hear the music anymore.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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The Fans
Submitted by: Ladywiz
Before we ever made the headlines
Or toured the concert halls
We survived our share of bar rooms
Stared at many motel walls
The years in Carolina
And all the one night stands
What kept the fires a burnin'
Back then, was you, the fans.
We two stepped out to Texas
Round and round the dance hall floors
Played the fair in Minnesota
I wish we could've played one more
We hope you remember
We're just the boys in the band
And what keeps the fires a burnin'
Is always, you, the fans.
(la da da, da da, la da)
I wish this night could last forever
Ah, but the show must go on
And we'll take home the memories
And we'll leave you with our songs
It's been good to see ya'll
Can we come back again? and again, and again
What keeps the fires a burnin'
In us, Is you, the fans.
As long as you remember, the boys in the band
We'll keep the fires a burnin'
For all of You, our Fans...
song performed by by Alabama
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The Piper And The Prey
this is how friday ended
a little bit hard to believe
my perception slightly bending
as the piper came on the scene
it was something so hypnotic
the music even changed
the crowd got up and got chaotic
and they paid so they could play
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs to make them crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs down in their blood
songs that take, steal the love
until the song has had enough
at first, the dance was hesitant
not long before everyone knew it
the music spun them 'round and 'round
then it pulled the dancers into it
i danced my dance at my own pace
he laughed, knowing i would change
it took all i had in so many ways
saw others dance until they fell on their face
and still the piper played...
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs to make them crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs down in their blood
songs that take, steal the love
until the song has had enough
bodies on the floor
unconscious and awake
the piper gave them more;
they took all that he gave
he played a new illusion
while the world began to sway
the dance became delusion
our hearts became the prey
and i danced as he played
and i danced as he pushed
songs that made me crave
songs that seemed so good
songs that made it easier
songs went down in my blood
songs that took, stole all the love
until the song had used them up
until that song had had enough
saturday was forgotten
by closing out the early sun rays
many dancers have fallen
lost, forgotten, thrown away
the music was their everything
but again they stayed to late
the song kept them spinning
dancing into a darker place
giving in without hesitance
hypnotized by the pipe's melody
until all became the song and dance
the piper was the only one to play
the piper and the song had demands
but they'd nothing left to give away
all that was left was the pipe's trance
and the dancer became the slave
the pied piper played
the pied piper pushed
songs that betrayed
songs not to trust
songs that got heavier
songs itching in their blood
songs that demand the dance
until the song has had enough
that was how sunday ended
and it took several years
now the song gets in my head
and sometimes brings me to tears
now i chose to stand so still
not to give in to what i hear
the song can not destroy my will
the song has nothing left i fear
(2008 & 2010, new orleans, la, usa)
poem by Thomas Quentin Sims
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Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
Sing Me No Sad Songs
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
A Happy Song...
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
25 (Thyagaraja) Musicians Admired the Saint
Musicians around the country
Heard the growing popularity
Of the great Saint Thyagaraja,
O’er his devotion to Lord Rama.
They all came one by one,
To the Tiruvaiyar Town
Heard his music, in turn,
Gave him their appreciation.
Gopinatha Bhattacharya from Kasi,
A musician famous in Hindustani,
He came all the way to meet
And hear the songs of the Saint.
Pleased with his request,
A song came out
From the Saint then
A pleasant melodious one.
(He sang in Raga Thodi
Dasaradhi Nee Runamu Theerpa Naa
Tharama Parama Pavana Nama)
“Oh the great Dasaradha’s son,
How can I repay your loan?
Oh Master of my listeners,
For whom my music shines.”
“To me, you only taught,
Both day and night,
All the songs, more divine,
For the pleasure of my fans.”
Thus, it was his humbleness,
That brought him greatness.
Besides the melody part
Of each song that came out.
A Saint who loved music,
Who lived always for music,
Whose very breath was music
Gave an eternal life to his music.
poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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006-Sing Me No Sad Songs
Sing me no sad songs cause my hearts
been broken too many times and I've cried
myself asleep too many nights.
Sing me no sad songs cause they bring
back all the hurt and all the memories that
I'm tryin' to forget.
Sing me no sad songs cause I'm feelin'
low and those songs just keep me down.
They keep me from smiling or seein' the sun.
Sing me no sad songs, cause I'm tryin' to
raise myself up and lookin' for a feel
good song and a feel good smile.
Sing me no sad songs cause they chase away
all the stuff that's good in life. Those sad songs...
they always make my brown eyes blue and lock
the door on love and such.
Baby...sing me no sad songs, just hold me and
sing softly...the songs of love and the songs of hope.
If I live to be a hundred I never want to hear those
bad feelin' sad songs again.
poem by Waldon Pond Productions
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The Song and The Lyric
Jerry felt the music deep within his soul.
Music that echoed through the ages
Music of the human experience
Painful and beautiful
He did not know how to give it a voice.
He could sing, and he learned to play.
Songs that knitted together threads of time
While creating and playing songs
He heard his inner music
And his quest for the perfect song began
He shared his love of music
With a few special people
Who also had songs within their souls
But only a few understood his passion
And no one understood his quest
Until he met his accompaniment
Who also wrote songs
Together they created music
And the music in Jerry’s soul adapted
To the melody of their lives together
Their melody had distinct rhythm
Echoing a famous love song
Adante or allegro the tempo
Reflecting the wonders of life
And the pain of humanity
But their melody remained unfinished
Until their greatest collaboration
Came into the world
Now their melody had a consonance
Their song now had its Lyric.
poem by Stephanie Eve Kane Arado
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Our Songs
We associate songs with memories
of when we first heard it played.
The song someone sang
on the day we met
becomes one of our beloved tunes.
Whenever we hear it play
our memories come flooding back
to remind us of that special day.
Some songs hold a touch of sadness
and bring tears whenever they are played
as memories of a loss spring to mind.
These are our songs
we attach to our memories
and will remain forever with us
for whenever we hear them play.
poem by David Harris
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Mary-Jess (Singer)
A remarkable singer, by the name of Mary-Jess,
Stands on stage, in a gorgeous, flowing dress.
She opens her mouth and her singing is sweet.
To hear her sing her songs live is truly a treat.
She waves her arms as though she’s freely floating.
She’s a new artiste who’s definitely worth noting.
About her, the critics have only good things to say,
And it’s already clear that she’s going to go a long way.
Her music sounds distinctly oriental,
But her interpretation of it is pure and gentle.
Charmingly pretty with a fresh-faced complexion,
With an audience, she’s able to make a real connection.
With her new album just released,
Her popularity has greatly increased.
To be a singer, has always been her dream,
But her journey hasn’t been as easy as it seems.
She oozes such elegance and style,
And possesses a very radiant smile.
In her dress, she resembles a beautiful princess.
Wisdom beyond her years, she does possess.
This young singer, at only twenty one,
Is amazed to think how far she’s come.
She’s come a long way in such little time,
And now she’s definitely ready to shine.
Her music is beautiful and a tad exotic.
Listening to her sing is almost hypnotic,
The emotions in her songs mix and swirl.
So endearing is this gentle and charming girl.
Her voice soars up to an all time high.
Inside, her spirit and soul upwardly fly.
Her journey to fame has been a real whirlwind.
On reaching the top, she has her hopes pinned.
There are different colours and tones to her voice.
In what she sings, she gets a personal choice.
Her songs are full of feeling and inspiration.
She’s already the new singing sensation.
The songs of this pretty brunette,
Are ones which you won’t forget.
She softly closes her smoky looking eyes,
As the song ends and the music gently dies.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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Juke Box Music
Theres a lady plays her favrite records
On the jukebox evry day.
All day long she plays the same old songs,
And she believes the things that they say.
Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through,
But she just sits and listens to here juke box records,
cause thats all that she wants to do.
She sings along with all the saddest songs,
And she believes the stories are real.
She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Seems to me shes in a fantasy.
Shes livin in a world of her own.
And we all agree that shes a mystery,
Because shed rather be all alone.
Evry guy will do his best to try
To put that music out of her head.
Forget all the songs,
And just dance to the music instead.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its all because of that music
That were slowly driftin apart.
But its only there to dance to,
So you shouldnt take it to heart.
Music, only juke box music.
Only music, only juke box music.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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Songs Of Freedom
Everybody tells me, we love your songs
Your soul is precious, but it just aint good enough
You need a single to help you through
Program directors, they all make the rules
I said, youre kidding, youre putting me on
What about the constitution, freedom of expression
Listen to the music, just feel the sound
Love is the motion, thats what makes the world go around
Sing, songs of freedom
Bring joy to the world
Sing, songs of freedom
Bring joy to the world
Everybody listen, stop and take some time
To understand the world situation
There is no meaning in fighting the way we do
Lets come together and forgive each other
Sing, songs of freedom
Bring joy to the world
Sing, songs of freedom
Bring joy to the world
song performed by by Santana
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Music Is Our Special Reserve
Think of a song without any tune,
It's like a forest without any birds,
Think of our Earth without the Moon,
Or a poem without any words.
We all know a song we love to hate,
Yet when heard it can still make us sing,
That's the power of music we just cannot wait,
To feel the joy those lyrics can bring.
We all have classics which forever remain,
As a memory which we'll never forget,
Is it lyrics or melody, the happiness or pain,
It can be joy or perhaps even regret.
The written word can and will cause you grief,
You will find some can also unnerve,
On the other hand song can bring such relief,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ''
The sign of a song that will forever endure,
Is the way some can bring you to tears,
It can also bring joy with it's special allure,
Within it's music you feel you belong.
Those lyrics remain in our memories store,
The tunes we will never forget,
They'll remain in our hearts forever more,
When they're played our appetites are whet.
There are songs that make the whole world jive,
They're the ones that are special to us all,
They can wake you up make you feel more alive,
That's the magic of the musical stall.
Listen to the messages contained in a song,
They are wonderful things to preserve,
By enjoying your music good times you'll prolong,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music can and will have a positive effect
It allows feelings to come shining through,
Those lyrics will give you the time to reflect.
Make you aware of what music can do,
We all want to leave a legacy of hope,
So words written that come from the soul,
Can allow us to heal and help us to cope,
They can once again make someone whole.
To the writers and singers whose music we love,
For each message that your song imparts,
Shows us your talents are a gift from above,
We thank you from the bottom of our hearts.
So lets all salute them and give them our praise,
It's a tribute which they truly deserve,
We thank you for your music as our glasses we raise,
‘' Music Is Our Special Reserve ‘'
Music is Laughter
Music is laughter as a sounding of the wind,
It always wants to make one sing, sing, sing.
Oh what beauty is the total heartful rapture
That creates a new melodious rhythm to capture.
Music soother a tired body and mind,
And can be relaxing treatment for mankind.
When you have felt the thrust of a song.
Imagination soars and you can't go wrong.
Some people feel music works like music,
While others cry at folk-songs that are tragic.
Love songs can seem very dramatic
While dancing to tunes that are often romantic.
Oh, when the sounds of music reaches my ears,
It can touch a memory or bring sudden tears.
Whenever I hear sounds of music that play,
I know for me, it brings a happy day.
poem by Gladys I. Swanson
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The Music Festival
The beat of the music goes THUD! THUD! THUD!
As revellers dance around, ankle deep, in thick, gooey mud.
Bedecked in waterproofs and their designer Wellington boots,
The festival goers are all having themselves a right old hoot.
Famous bands have been booked to headline.
The organisers pray that the weather stays fine.
Revellers of every age – both young and old,
Are wrapped up against the wild wind, so cold.
The fans sway from side to side and wave their hands,
As they sing along at the tops of their voices to the bands.
Some fans are here to see their favourite bands in the flesh,
While others want to check out talent, that’s new and fresh.
Despite the mud, there’s a smile on every face
Of the fans who, each year, flock to this place.
Some girls wear pretty flowers in their hair.
At their heroes on stage, they stand and stare.
The singer on stage, stands and sings famous hit after hit,
As the drummer behind him, bashes away on the drum kit.
Heard are the strains of electro-acoustic and bass guitars.
To be here, many bands and their fans have travelled far.
Everyone really looks forward to this wonderful weekend,
When they can listen to wicked sounds and make new friends.
Fans sing along at the top of the voices, until they croak.
The rain falls down again, and the poor fans get soaked.
Everyone is feeling happy and spirits are riding really high,
Despite the fact, not a single fan has managed to stay very dry.
Girls jump up and down and wildly scream.
Their perfectly made-up faces excitedly beam.
As evening falls and we head on into the inky night,
Mobile phones are held aloft and there’s a sea of light.
By the end of the night, everyone’s feeling drained,
But they’ll return tomorrow, ready to do it all again!
poem by Angela Wybrow
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