
Acting or singing? I don't think you should be ever forced to make a choice. There's plenty of time to do both.
quote by Mandy Moore

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Bwtween two
forced to choose between the two,
forced to choose between honesty and dispair,
forced to choose between beauty and destruction,
forced to choose between life and death,
forced to choose between 3 years and 5 years,
forced to choose between who i am friends with,
and still with the choice of both i loose one.
poem by Matthew Boisjolie

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Singing is a way of releasing an emotion that you sometimes can't portray when you're acting. And music moves your soul, so music is the source of the most intense emotions you can feel. When you hear a song and you're acting it's incredible. But when you're singing a song and you're acting it's even more incredible.
quote by Amanda Seyfried

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Singing was my first love and I never even considered it after I started acting, but now I'm bringing it back into my life. I trained from the ages of 11 to 17. When I moved to New York and got into serious acting, I just kind of abandoned the whole singing thing. But when I grew up in Pennsylvania I went to voice lessons once a week.
quote by Amanda Seyfried

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To Make A Difference!
take your finger from the trigger,
lay down your gun...
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lower your hand, soften your voice,
let go of your anger...
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
put down your checkbook, close the register,
do something you really feel....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
throw out your pill bottle and your pipe,
stand up and face life....
you have a chance to make a difference...
make the right choice!
turn off your tv and your computer,
get involved with someone in need....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
lay down your judgements and your pride,
see people as just people....
you have a chance to make a difference....
make the right choice!
poem by Eric Cockrell

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Spoiled
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
You did this to me to see what I would do.
To see if I would totally forget my relationship,
With You.
How can I do this when You bombard me with gifts?
I am completely spoiled and this I am sure You can not miss!
Sometimes,
I know You may find me acting...
As if You do not exist.
That's when my free will works overtime.
And my choice to decide I can not push aside.
But Father?
You are everything I AM.
And I have yet to be all there is You wish for me to be.
So 'if' You see me acting as 'if' You do not exist...
Know that I do the best I can to want to impress You!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

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My advice is to make acting your second career choice.
quote by Amber Tamblyn

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Alankar (Decor) -10
Music My Love
'Music my love, singing in heart repletes
I swear on my singing you too love it
My notes, my scales, singing my choice, my taste
When I go on singing sure for repeats
Listen to my singing closing your eyes
Honour you my singing with mind open
And you to my singing you ears sharpen
Never to my singing should you despise'
'Oh me to your singing I close my eyes
And me to your singing with mind open
I pray as your singing in heart repletes
And mine to your singing ears do depise
Not mine but yours, singing not to happen
Music your love, singing yours no repeats'
poem by Indira Renganathan

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Underwater
It's in her head, it's in her mind.
She can't believe it,
Can't believe she's running out of time.
And any hold that she can find.
Something to lean on.
Everybody fails her half the time.
Nothing to be,
She's already been
Oh, in plenty of time.
Plenty of time...
Plenty of time...
She lights her candle, six A.M.
Starting a new one.
Every new one hits her just the same.
Just like clock work,
She climbs down into her bottle.
Yeah, and no one down there cares to know her name.
She's underwater, nowhere now.
She's underwater, upside down.
The rising tide won't find her now.
She's lost and found.
Underwater...
She's underwater.
She's underwater, but she won't drown.
She can't believe it,
And everyone she meets feels just the same.
It takes all day to get to tonight.
What makes the sunset,
And what makes it go back to where it came?
Nothing to be.
She's already been
In plenty of time.
Plenty of time...
Plenty of time...
She's underwater, nowhere now.
She's underwater, upside down.
The rising tide won't find her now.
She's lost and found.
Now she's upside down.
Now she's six feet down.
Underwater...
Underwater...
Underwater...
song performed by by Switchfoot

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My family was very supportive of my acting. They didn't really have a choice because I got jobs acting before anyone could really say anything. It paid my way through college and helped my family out.
quote by Ajay Naidu

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If acting hadn't worked out? I never really gave that a lot of thought. Acting HAD to work out. I never gave myself another option. I had no choice.
quote by Robert Patrick

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Hopefully I'll be successful with the singing, but there are so many other things I want to do, like acting. I'll do them one at a time first!
quote by Katie Price

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To Not Choose
i made my choice
and my choice was to not choose
what happens next
is not of my choosing
but merely a consequence
of my indecision
so be kind to my lack of choice
it was the only way
to not be forced between two goods
and instead be made to have ONE
and in that one, is my future
my future of wellbeing
and knowing that
i did not choose wrongly
(heh, i don't know what's up with my writing style lately... it's very much NOT structured... or rhyming all that much... hmm...)
poem by Something Changing

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Plenty
[Chorus One: Erykah Badu]
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
then she gets plenty more, uhh
{repeat Chorus One}
[Guru]
Uhh
Watchin her drivin by, in her new whip so fly
Wish she could sing me a lullaby, to scoop her I've got to try
In her eyes, there's a flame that burns right through my soul
Can't pretend to be cool, about to lose my control
Yeah I know she's got plenty; admirers, she's got many
Like an exotic fantasy, into a frenzy she sends me
Wow I have to sit down, and gather my wits now
I wanna caress those hips now, wanna kiss those lips now
[Badu]
Hello? Hey babyyy
I know you called and I didn't answer twice
But baby that's oh-kay it's nice
for you to call anyway see, okay, see uhh
Hey babyyy
You know it's okay if you don't call me
anymore cause I got a-plenty
truckload of niggaz like you at my door {*dial tone*}
[Chorus One]
[Guru]
Yup
And every day is her day, and every year is her year
Anyone tried to violate, they could straight dissapear
She don't care if you play yourself, tryin to step to her
The illest of gangsters, I show and respect to her
Truly glamourous, she ain't impressed and it shows
She don't like your new clothes, she don't care about your playa pose
Do you suppose I could hook up and spend time with her?
She's just how I dreamed - I'll bust my nine for her
[Chorus Two: Erykah Badu]
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she gets plenty, she gets plenty
When she wants plenty, she gets plenty
any damn thang she wants, uhh
[Guru]
Uhh
Surgeon General - I provide vit
song performed by by Erykah Badu

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Not To Make Choice
It will be unwise not to make choice
If so, then you will have no voice
Things may go from good to bad
Events may turn in disfavor to make you sad
Choice can’t be wrong
As they are not meant to be cheap song
They are to be made out of compulsion
Merely to stand fast against the confusion
You have choice when things are lying in abundance
You have all means to enjoy it at once
You are blessed with all fortune
Things move in favor with fine tune
The choice disappears as soon as time runs out
All worries and troubles may surface to worry about
You will be pushed in the corner to think seriously
The attack will be from all sides continuously
Choice is for the rich and not poor
They will be shunted from door to door
No one may land sympathetic ear
You may suffer endlessly for years
The sufferer may have no choice
As he has to surrender and fulfill the promises
That he will abide by all conditions
Suppress all views and no more ignitions
Only brave people can make choice
Rest all may die daily with threat of demise
They can do nothing amidst constant threat
The choice may be hardly considered great
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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Not At Peace
It will be unwise not to make choice
If so, then you will have no voice
Things may go from good to bad
Events may turn in disfavor to make you sad
Choice can’t be wrong
As they are not meant to be cheap song
They are to be made out of compulsion
Merely to stand fast against the confusion
You have choice when things are lying in abundance
You have all means to enjoy it at once
You are blessed with all fortune
Things move in favor with fine tune
The choice disappears as soon as time runs out
All worries and troubles may surface to worry about
You will be pushed in the corner to think seriously
The attack will be from all sides continuously
Choice is for the rich and not poor
They will be shunted from door to door
No one may land sympathetic ear
You may suffer endlessly for years
The sufferer may have no choice
As he has to surrender and fulfill the promises
That he will abide by all conditions
Suppress all views and no more ignitions
Only brave people can make choice
Rest all may die daily with threat of demise
They can do nothing amidst constant threat
The choice may be hardly considered great
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal

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I Got Plenty O Nuttin
I got plenty of nothing
And nothings plenty for me
I got no car - got no mule
I got no misery
Folks with plenty of plenty
Theyve got a lock on the door
Afraid somebodys gonna rob em
While there out (a) making more - what for
I got no lock on the door - thats no way to be
They can steal the rug from the floor - thats ok with me
cause the things that I prize - like the stars in the skies - are all free
I got plenty of nothing
And nothings plenty for me
I got my gal - got my song
(I) got heaven the whole day long
- got my gal - got my love - got my song
song performed by by Ella Fitzgerald

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A Song For You
(leon russell)
Ive been so many places
In my life and time
Ive sung a lot of songs
I made some bad rhymes
Ive acted out my life in stages
Ten thousand people watching
But were alone now
Im singing this song for you
I know your image of me
Is what I hope to be
I treated you unkindly
But darling cant you see?
Theres no-one more important to me
Oh, baby, cant you please see through me?
cause were alone now and
Im singing this song for you
You taught me precious secrets
Of the truth withholding nothing
You came out in front
I was hiding
Oh, but now Im so much better
If the words dont come together
Just listen to the melody
cause my love in there hiding
Ooh, ooh
Oh, I love you in a place
Where theres no space or time
Love you for my life
You are a friend of mine
And when my life is over
Remember when we were together
We were alone and
I was singing this song for you
We were alone
I was singing this song for you, oh
Singing
I was singing, singing, singing, singing, singing this song for you
Oh, yes
Singing this song for you
song performed by by Dusty Springfield

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Memories In The Old Brain
-the smell of water
a scent hanging in the air
a trail through parched, barren land
now greened by rain
in a time of plenty.
the taste of marrow
fresh from the cracked bone,
touched by a fire
that lights the way
to a time of plenty
the sight of a day
over savanna grass,
sight without mystery
without awe
or the art to feel the dawn
and see the light with a new eye
in a time of plenty
the sound of a wild call,
a beast
stirring the heart,
a heart yet to be gripped
by the savage's siren call
to a time of plenty.
Memories deep in my core
of scent, taste, sight, sound
water, fire, light, howl
-memories from a time undefined
-before memory shaped
light and dark into day and night
-before memory became
slave and master of time.
I am a child of these memories,
before and after.
Dancing to the rhythm of time
I am old
in a time of plenty.
poem by Ronald Shields

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For Mama.
Dear Mom,
See you soon Mama
I am sorry I was not by your side
When you breathe your last
But i know
We will be seeing each other soon
Our happiness will be forever
I will be picking flowers for you
There will be plenty of them everywhere
We will be singing to our hearts' delight
I will be singing the song you composed for me
There will be no more tears but joy
See you soon, i promise
Happy Mother's Day...I love You..Mahal Kita
poem by Meggie Gultiano

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Singing All Day
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Went down to the station to look for her there,
Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
My, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Down in the street, tryn to remember,
Shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
Is that her in the fur coat?
No its not december yet,
My, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Back to the house, maybe shell phone me,
Singing my song, feeling so lonely.
Ill sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing,
Oo, my, my, my,
Oo, my, my, my.
song performed by by Jethro Tull

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