A Spiritual Encounter
He became acquainted
with the spirit
at an after-party;
the disc jockey changed
the pace from hardcore
reggae to ballads.
He strolled to the bar,
not for a drink, but to sit
and rest his feet.
He was dancing all night,
pretty much, and the platform
shoes were tight at the heels.
Not wanting to seem
out of place, he ordered
a screwdriver;
he never even knew what it was.
A connoisseur made a request;
and he said 'I will have the same'.
Dangling his feet,
to the beat,
he began to sip.
Emboldened,
he asked the damsel,
in black/white spike heels
and tight sequin skirt,
for a dance.
She consented,
he placed the glass
on the counter
and headed for
the dance floor.
The day after,
the taste was still
in his mouth;
and he liked it.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Give Me Dancing Music(Song) :
I've been tempted.
And it's not so good.
I'm gonna pick up the pieces.
Then mend my ways.
So give me dancing music.
Let me dance all day.
Let me lift my feet up.
Then dance across the floor.
Dit-dit-dit-dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
Let me dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
I've been waiting.
For you to arrive.
And I was wondering.
If you were mine.
I can go on forever.
Or take my time.
Go on forever.
Or dance till nine.
So give me dancing music.
Let me dance all day.
Let me lift my feet up.
Then dance across the floor.
Dit-dit-dit-dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
Let me dance across, dance across.
Let me dance across the floor..
Dance Across The Floor-Song-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
All rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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You Cant Dance
He man, Ive seen ya, think ya rockin it on the floor...
You look like a moron! who let you in the door?
To put the question bluntly: maybe your feets deformed.
They should slap you in the teeth when you put your dancing shoes on.
You cant dance!
Why dont you just nail your feet to the floor?
Homeboy, whats the use?
Anytime you wanna step aside a party,
First think of an excuse.
You dance like a fat old lady
Not sayin that fat old ladies aint nice,
But every time you try to get one move right.
The old lady then did it twice.
You cant dance!
Youve been a dancing disco disaster,
The worst I ever saw.
They should dropkick you on the neck
And drag you off the floor.
In every discotheque, I see you there
In the middle of the crowd,
Looking like you got eight or nine left feet dragging all around.
You cant dance!
Take my advice, dont move!
Youll never get the knack.
If I danced like you Id sneak out the party
And wouldnt be coming back.
On the floor youre a dinosaur, yeah boy, thats how you move.
You look like ralph cramden(? ) or a donald duck cartoon.
You cant dance!
You wanna come to my party?
I wouldnt give you a chance.
You tried to take breakdance lessons,
Ended up in an ambulance.
Wouldnt it be funny if they put you on solid gold?
You dance like you got arthritis already,
Whatll happen when you get old?
You cant dance!
Why are you so stiff?
Is it something that your mother did?
Maybe you grew up around cant dance people
When you were a cant dance kid.
You live in a cant dance house,
Went out in a cant dance car,
Your doofy cant dance father
Got drunk in a cant dance bar.
You take a cant dance bath,
Put on your cant dance cologne.
Go out to a cant dance party
So you wouldnt have to cant dance all alone.
You cant dance!
Homeboy, will you please get off the floor, you moron?
song performed by by LL Cool J
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(Growing Pains) Red Shoes Blues
This is a song which should be chanted! (Based on a childhood memory)
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Red shoes,
she wanted...
red shoes...
they had to be red she said,
they had to be red...
no way she could explain
when she was only three...
no way that she could dance
through her three-year-old day
without
red shoes...
red shoes...
she got the red shoes blues.
She wanted
stiletto heels...
stiletto heels...
stilet-tos...
stilet-tos...
she was fifteen
and there wasn’t any way
that she was going to dance
through her teenage day
without stilet...tos...
with those...
pointy toes...
she got the winkle-picker blues.
She wanted... high boots...
she wanted... ankle boots...
she wanted stamp-your-face
Bob Marten bovver boots...
she wanted... slippers
as wide as... kippers...
she wanted sandals
with wedge heels,
flip-flops and pumps...
she walks into a shoe-shop and everybody jumps...
And now she’s forty
it isn’t naughty...
to try ‘em, to buy ‘em,
not to walk on by ‘em...
But nothing ever beat those
red shoes...
red shoes...
the red shoes...
dancing through the day until you’re dead shoes...
red shoes...
red shoes....
she got the red shoes blues.
poem by Janice Windle
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Look Who's Dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Well, first the dance floor
was like a forbidden land
where people would never dare to go
but now everyone's doing it
I said it's a dance galore
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
And some are dancing on their feet
some are jumping off the floor
and look at old Granny "B"
she got the, she caught the, she knows the groove for sure
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now, right around
Look who's dancing
who is dancing
Look who's dancing now, get on the floor
(groove section)
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now, around the world
Look who's dancing
oh look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
And some are dancing on their feet
some are jumping off the floor
and look at old Tauter him
he got the, he got the, he got the, he got the beat for sure
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing
Look who's dancing now
Look who's dancing
check the dancing
Look who's dancing now, get on the floor
(groove section)
Do the ska, the rock steady, the ridim and blues
and if you catch them, then you do the della move
it nuh mek nuh sense to sit down, when you know you can goove
any type of danve you do, you neither win or lose
And if your choice is reggae, you don't need nuh dancing shoes
suh listen to the message, and you know you won't lose
look who come, come dancing pow we dancing floor again
some a dem a enemy, some a dem a friend
Some a dem a mother and father, some a dem a children
some a dem a loafer who a follow the trend
and some a dem a just dey ya as we good brethen
That's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
That's why we ra ra ragga
that's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
so we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
ra ra ra ragga muffin
that's why we flash certain dancing style, it sound well wicked
if a guy woulda really try, so you know him stupid
exorcism, devilism we nuh deal wid
our faith in jah jah man, it well, well, well solid
so pray every day and ask for strenght and knowledge
that's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
that's why we ra ra ra ragga muffin
That's why we ruff, ruff, ruff, ruff and rugged
song performed by by Ziggy Marley
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Dance
dance the river is there to rise
dance touch me and close your eyes
dance the winds will touch your feet
just dance and dance feel the beat
dance the river will find its mouth
dance east and west north and south
dance the river will find my lips
dance the poles to move my hips
dance the bees are dancing hives
dance the trees are swaying lives
dance the waves are breaking through
dance the sides for me and you
dance the birds are dancing flights
dance the stars are dancing nights
dance the currents dancing veins
dance in soils dancing grains
dance the last atom cutting a knot
just dance and dance until you cannot
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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You Make Me Feel Like Dancing
Writers: leo sayer & vini poncia
Youve got a cute way of talking
You got the better of me
Just snap your fingers and Im walking
Like a dog hanging on your lead
Im in a spin you know
Shaking on a string you know
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make feel like dancing
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh
Quarter to four in the morning
I aint feeling tired no no no no no
Just hold me tight and leave on the light
Cause I dont want to go home
You put a spell on me
Im right where you want me to be
You make me feel like dancing
I want to dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing
Im gonna dance the night away
You make feel like dancing
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing
You take me higher
Im gonna catch on fire cause
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance the night away
You make me feel like dancing Im gonna dance my life away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing dance the night away
I feel like dancing dancing ahhh
You really slipped me a potion
I cant get off of the floor
All this perpetual motion
You gotta give me some more
You gotta give me some more
And if youll let me stay well dance our lives away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
You make me feel like dancing I wanna dance my life away
I feel
You make me feel like dancing
song performed by by Leo Sayer
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Cinderella Remix
I escape my apartment
Leaving my stepfather and his dreams
Letting the beast be not worry about me
I got to the club
A block from my house
Bargaining with the guards to let me pas
In high heels
A mini skirt
And tank top
An offer no one would resist
The dance floor is packed
Like any Saturday night
So I go on letting the fun begin
I squeeze my way in
Dancing til' I’m weak
So I grab a seat
As I see a man come up beside me
Short, dark hair
Leather jacket
And eyes that shine like the stars
He asked if we could dance
An offer I would not deny
And I followed him on that dance floor Saturday night
We danced all night till my phone rung 12: 00
I told him I would have to leave
In hopes to see him again
A Cinderella story that will probably happen tomorrow at ten
poem by Scarlet Shay
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Cinderella Remix
I escape my apartment
Leaving my stepfather
Not letting him know I left
I got to the club
A block from my house
Bargaining with the guards to let me in
In high heels
A mini skirt
And tank top
They let me in
The dance floor is packed
Like any Saturday night
I squeeze my way in
I grab a seat to tired to dance anymore
As I see a man come up beside me
Short, dark hair
Leather jacket
And dark jeans
He asked if we could dance
An offer I would not deny
And I followed him on that dance floor Saturday night
We danced all night till my phone rung 12: 00
I told him I would have to leave
In hopes to see him again
A Cinderella story that will probably happen tomarrow at ten
poem by Sarah Marie
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Dance
Holding the strings of vibes
We dance to the string of life...
Dance with me my handsome
Dance with me through the night
Dance with your arms around me
Holding me... Oh... so tight
Dance with me to the music
It's all about rhythm and beat
Just you and me together
Will sweat out the heat
Dance with me to a Salsa, under a starry night
Dance with me to the music, looking into my eyes
Let our lips tango to the rhythm of the beat
Just me and you together, slowly moving our feet
Dance with me my handsome
For this is all that.... I desire
Tender moments, to cherish and admire
poem by Meena Mustafa
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Just Dance
Feel the rythum in your feet,
clap your hands to the beat.
Slide your body from left to right,
Stear clear of who's in your sight.
Dance with someone you don't know,
Show them your style how you flow.
Just dance on every floor,
But don't be a ditz and run into the door.
You'll get a bruise and that's not right,
Dance real smooth and keep it tight.
No more time left this is the last dance,
Go dance with a new partner,
and send them into a music trance.
poem by Holly Somer
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Dance, Dance
Dance, Dance
To the music
Dance, Dance
To the beat
Dance, Dance
To the rhythm
Stomp your feet
Dance, Dance
Even though
Your tune they don't hear
Dance, Dance
For yourself
Have no fear
Dance, Dance
If you're alive
You're doing well
Dance, Dance
And grin
So the world can tell
You know you've got
A life to live
You're looking at the joy
This world can give
And you're dancing and laughing,
Won't be dragged down
You'd rather keep moving
Than stay with a frown
Dance, Dance
'Til it's played to the end
Dance, Dance
With a smile
My truly brave friend
poem by Atara Gedalowitz
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Decadence Dance
francis!
Francis! be careful!
Trying so hard to keep up with the joneses
Running a rat racing won by our noses
Always put one foot in front of the other
And dance to the beat of the dacadent drummer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
Its the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
Its hard to stop once the music gets started
til the soles of your feet harden up like your heart did
Stepping in line with the sign of the timer
Seduced by the tune of the decadent dancer
Just buy a brand new pair of fred astaire shoes
Climbing to the top, never gonna stop
Its the same old song and one two three and dec-a-dance
Dance, dance
Dance, dance
Dancing to the dacadence dance, dance
Everybody decadancing
Dancing to the decadence
Dancing to the decadence dance
song performed by by Extreme
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Pointy Toes
Pointy toes,
Elegance shows.
A dancer's feet,
Worn and Weary,
A ballerina's feat,
Makes it look easy.
We abuse our feet,
Scrapped till it bites,
We abuse our feet,
Tie knots too tight,
We abuse our feet,
Stand till sore,
We abuse our feet,
Curl like claw.
High heels, tall.
We abuse our feet,
Bound feet small.
Abuse our feet most than rest of body?
Take care, your feet, Everybody.
She Wants To Dance With Me
Rick astley
She wants to dance
She wants to dance with me
Oh yeah (dance with me)
Theres a girl Ive been waiting to see
And I really get the feeling that she likes me
cos she said so, but not in so many words
Ive got to tell you what Ive heard
She dont want no wild romance
When shes with me she only wants to dance
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill hold her so tight next to me
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill let her be what she wants to be
Now I know Ive been out of touch
And I never meant to hurt my baby oh so much
cos I love her and I think she love me
And thats the way its got to be
When were together we never fight
Weve got better things to do tonight
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill hold her so tight next to me
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill let her be what she wants to be
She wants to dance
She wants to dance
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill hold her so tight next to me
She wants to dance with me
cos Ill let her be what she wants to be
song performed by by Rick Astley
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White Hat White Coat
To the late doug whalan.... from your daughter.....
White hat white coat and greying in hair
he would dance around the dance floor with plenty of flair
White hat white coat black pants to boot
the men would all say 'silly old coot'
Whitehat white coat and a big friendly smile
when he went to a dance he'd dress in style
White hat white coat and a beat in his feet
it's of to the dance and people to meet
White hat white coat and a scotch on the rocks he'd love to dance
and the men would all mock
White hat white coat asleep at the wheel
he's danced all night 'boy i know how he feels'
White hat white coat have been put to the test
it's time to go home for a well earned rest
White hat white coat clean shirt and socks too
he's all geard up and ready for round two
White hat white coat so tired and run down
close your eyes and dream of your nights on the town
White hat white coat you've seen better days
your torn around the edges and your starting to fray
White hat white coat the time's come for us to part
but always remember ' i love you with all my heart '
poem by Debbie Gregory
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Do You Wanna Dance?
Can you feel it? Can you sense it?
You know the rhythm
Sinking into your Dancing Feet?
Spiriting you up on the dance floor 'of life'
Moving your entire body, to the living beat -
Can you hear those Rocking Drums Beating?
And the Electric from Jimi's guitar?
Isn't it, simply amazing -
Middle-aged-and here we are, dancin' stars?
It's in our bodies and our souls -
From our Analytical Heads to our Movin' Feet
Its the 'Music of our Lifetime'
As we pass our days, to its beat -
Perhaps, to that of a different drummer -
But that is, what makes each of us, unique -
The Music, it spirits each of our lives along -
Dance, dance, dancing, are Our Musical Feet!
Dedicated to: Nancy Grace and Tristan McManus (Dancing With The Stars-Season 13) October 17,2011-Nancy and Tristan dance the Rumba-tune in everyone!
poem by Theodora Onken
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Dancing on butterfly wings
Dancing dancing,
swaying my hips.
You wish you could see
the butterfly tattoo
and kiss my lips.
I'll dance all night long,
and sing with the crowd
but when this night is done
i would don my shroud.
You see I'm that person
that can fly all day and night
never caught, cause even fragile i will fight.
I can have yellow black or even green
cause i only dance on butterfly wings.
You can reach out for me
with your in-snaring net
I will just dance away.
Cause you can surely bet,
I dance dance dance,
on butterfly wings.
Beauty sprouts from my back,
colors swirl down to my feet.
I dance and dance
all night long.
And I'll disappear in the winter
I'll come dance another night.
poem by Ashley burnam
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Dance Dance Dance
After six hours of school I've had enough for the day
I hit the radio dial and turn it up all the way
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
When I feel put down I try to shake it off quick
With my guy by my side the radio does the trick
I wanna dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
At a weekend dance we like to show up late
I play it cool when it's slow and jump it when it's fast
I gotta dance (dance dance dance now the beat's really hot) right on the spot
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
The beat's really hot
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
Dance (dance) dance (dance) dance (dance) yeah!
(Dance dance dance now the beat's really hot)
(Dance dance dance right there on the spot)
song performed by by Wilson Phillips
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It was just there
It was at the dance floor
under the Neelsie,
where I saw her sokkie
and every movement
was perfect.
When she walked to me
her long blonde hair,
was made in a French plait
and I was captured by her bright blue eyes.
There was something especially beautiful to her,
but suddenly my feet were made of lead
and I could almost not speak
or even move.
From somewhere she knew,
maybe out of another life
or another time,
that we were destined to dance.
Of sokkie I knew nothing,
but along with her
every movement was just there.
[References: Neelsie=> Stellenbosch University’s Neelsie student centre. Sokkie=> ”a Sokkie is a social dance with a partner. The word sokkie refers to the way people dance in their socks, without shoes. This is not always the case, but this type of dancing is always called sokkie. Folklore has it that this type of dancing was taken from the American style: Sock-Hop”]
poem by Gert Strydom
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Canned Heat Radio Edit
Written by jay kay and toby smith
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then a chance to get too heaven sent
I used to worry about the future
But then Ill throw my caution to the wi-i-i-ind
I had no reason to be carefree
No no no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town
Yeah yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm (hey!)
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down
Dance.whooo!
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through, just
Dance
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
Whoooooo ohhh
I feel the thunder,
See the lightning
I know this angers heaven sent
So Ive got to hang out on my hang-ups
Cos on the boogie I feel so hell-bent
(hey, hey)
Its just an instant gut reaction, that I get
I know Ive never ever felt like this before
I dont know what to do
But then thats nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water
Me Ill kill to make it through (hey!)
Danceyeah
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through, just
Danceyeah
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby...
You know I got canned heat in my heels
You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when Im asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples talk can be so cheap
Yeah yeah
I got this voodoo child inveined on me
Im gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes theres no way to lose
I was born to run
And built to last
Youve never seen my feet
They can go so fast
Danceyeah, hey!
Nothing left for me to do but
Dance
All these bad times Im going through just
Dancehey
Got canned heat in my heels tonight, baby
Whoooooo ohhh
Dance!
Hey dj
Let the music play
Im gonna live this party live
Hey dj
Throw my cares away
Im gonna live this party live
Hey dj
Let the music play
Im gonna this live this party live
Hey dj
Throw my cares away
Im gonna live this party live
You know, you know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
Whoooooooo!
You know, you know this boogie
This boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat
Canned heat in my heels.
You know Im gonna dance my blues away tonight
song performed by by Jamiroquai
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