The Pianist
A young perplexing boy who found comfort in staying out of sight,
Had a behaviour that made him the target of cruelty and smite,
One day by chance he came upon a piano and came alight,
And quite soon gained respect since his music was able to excite,
Yet was not happy for he wanted to gain finesse overnight,
He would practice relentlessly, studying and playing hourly,
With time he gained the mastery, which he had lusted for dearly,
He would sleep his nights restlessly, without fail waking eagerly,
Since he was obsessed about playing his instrument flawlessly,
He came to be annoyed at how his playing was not always tight,
Maintaining the concentration required took all of his might,
He removed all his possessions in and around his line of sight,
Still it was not enough and so he removed everything outright,
Yet was not happy as his playing still had a margin of blight,
He removed light and played blindly, as a result played perfectly,
In time he eventually lost his grip on reality,
Numerous birds curiously came and formed an assembly,
One bird liked the music dearly and called on the king frequently,
The bird sang a melody, which the king found to be a delight,
The king complemented the bird and came to learn of its ghostwrite.
Then requested the pianist to enter into the limelight,
The pianist was promised riches should he accept the invite,
Yet he turned it down as he had developed a distaste for light.
poem by Christian Lacdael
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The Bird of Jesus
IT was pure indeed,
The air we breathed in, the light we saw,
I and my brother, when we played that day,
Or piped to one another; then there came
Two young lads of an age with one another,
And with us two, and these two played with us,
And went away.
Each had a bearing that was like a prince's,
Yet they were simple lads and had the kindness
Of our own folk lads simple and unknowing:
Then, afterwards, we went to visit them.
Theirs was a village that was not far off,
But out of reach towards elbow, not towards hand:
And what was there were houses
Houses and some trees
And it was like a place within a fold.
We found the lads,
And found them still as simple and unknowing,
And played with them: we played outside the stall
Where worked the father of the wiser lad
Not brothers were the boys, but cousins' children.
There was a pit:
We brought back clay and sat beside the stall,
And made birds out of clay; and then my brother
Took up his bird and flung it in the air:
His playmate did as he,
And clay fell down upon the face of clay.
And then I took
The shavings of the board the carpenter
Was working on, and flung them in the air,
And watched them streaming down.
There would be nought to tell
Had not the wiser of the lads took up
The clay he shaped: a little bird it was;
He tossed it from his hand up to his head;
The bird stayed in the air.
O what delight we had
To see it fly and pause, that little bird,
Sinking to earth sometimes, and sometimes rising
As though to fly into the very sun;
At last it spread out wings and flew, and flew,
Flew to the sun.
I do not think
That we played any more, or thought of playing,
For every drop of blood our bodies held
Was free and playing, free and playing then.
Four lads together on the bench we sat:
Nothing was in the open air around us,
And yet we thought something was there for us
A secret, charmed thing.
So we went homeward; by soft ways we went
That wound us back to our familiar place.
Some increase lay upon the things we saw:
I'll speak of grasses, but you'll never know
What grass was there; words wither it and make it
Like to the desert children's dream of grass;
Lambs in the grass, but I will not have shown you
What fleece of purity they had to show;
I'll speak of birds, but I will not have told you
How their song filled the heart; and when I speak
Of him, my brother, you will never guess
How we two were at one!
Even to our mother we had gained in grace!
poem by Padraic Colum
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Hes The King
(harold faltermeyer/ gernot rothenbach)
Producers for bonnie: harold faltermeyer and gernot rothenbach
Hes seen all the changes
been going up and down
Had to rearrange it
But never lost his crown
Never was afraid of
Playing his last round
He is, he is the king
Look into his face
It never told you lies
Falling down from grace
Has been more than twice
But theres always one thing
You should realise
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground
He is, he is the king
He is the king
Loving her was easy,
They were day and night
Trying to release her
Was a never ending fight
He had only one chance
Playing for her life
He is, he is the king
But theres always one thing
You should realise
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground
He is, he is the king
He is the king
No one else will be around
He is the king
Sometimes lost but now hes found
Without losing all, you wont touch sacred ground, yeah
He is, he is the king
He is the king
song performed by by Bonnie Tyler
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I Hear Her Playing Music
I hear her playing music
In her room alone at night
She just moved in a month ago
She isn't gonna play the game
I though she'd smile
And come on slow
I still don't even know her name
She must like being lonely
Got no time for anyone
But I hear her play that stereo
Right through to the rising sun
I hear her playing music
In her room alone all night
Through the day she's so elusive
Staying safe and out of sight
If you say hello she lets it go
Cool and so polite
And I hear her playing music
In her room alone at night
Baby are you sad and lonely
Or did somebody do you wrong
'Cause I know that you need only
Look my way
And they'll play our song
And I love your nightly music
But you can't keep playing through
'Cause I'm having trouble sleeping
And when I do I dream of you
I thought I'd try and break the freeze
And win her heart with harmony
So I answered back
And played a stack of my favorite CD's
But she just doesn't hear me
Doesn't have a word to say
So I stay awake and turn it up
Hoping she'll look out my way
I hear her playing music
In her room alone at night
Through the day she's so elusive
Staying safe and out of sight
If you say hello she lets it go
Cool and so polite
And I hear her playing Dave Koz
In her room alone at night
In her room alone at night
Baby are you sad and lonely
Baby won't you tell me your name
I'm in my room alone at night
You're in your room alone at night
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Solitaire
Carl nutter, renee borek, king guion
Since youve gone I spend each lonely night,
Dealing out the cards from left to right,
And the king of hearts is there to remind me
That Im all alone playing solitaire.
Love was just another game for two,
I see now thats all it meant to you,
And my heart got lost somewhere in the shuffle,
So Im all alone playing solitaire
In each romance theres an element of chance,
A gamble to win or to lose,
You play to win, then you find youre playing in a game with no rules,
Just made for fools.
Now, the joker has a laugh on me,
cause I played my hand so carelessly,
And until you wanna share that old feeling,
Ill be dealing time away with solitaire.
And until you want to share that old feeling,
Ill be dealing time away, dealing time away with solitaire.
song performed by by Nina Simone
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Obsession
Obsession
The pianist Albert has got a job in Loulé last time
I saw him in Faro and fell over a pollard, he said
he was not my father. When he spotted me he ran
into a café, they let him run through the kitchen
into the back, a dead end; I waited for him there.
“If you don´t stop following me I will have to call
the police, I´M NOT YOUR FATHER.” To mollify
him I said: “ I know you are not, but I do admire
your piano playing. ”This pleased him and we had
a drink and he told me he came from Yugoslavia,
had wanted to be a concert pianist, but there was
no money, so he ended up as a café pianist… just
as my father I thought but said nothing… then he
had to leave for work, saw him walk out of my life
just as my father did, there was nothing I could do
to stop this man who refused to be my dad.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Playing For Time
Travel down the road of heartache
Hear an echo in my mind
Ive played with fire
Burned my fingers
Now Im gonna take my time
You dont have to shout about it
Cant you see it obvious
Feel (? ) its getting close to comfort
Why you makin such a fuss?
Take your time with
What youre doin
And youll see the skies appear
Seen and heard it all before her
Now you understand my fear
Cant you see the time will tell us
How its gonna always be
You can wrap me
Around your finger
And I aint no mystery
Playing for time
Thats all I can do
Im playing for time
Before I fall in love with you
You can push me every which way
Hey I got no place to fall
Guess youre gonna rue your bullshit
When your backs against the wall
Louder now thats what the games go(? ? ? ? )
And I bought the devil now(? ? ? )
You can get to dream about it
I wont need one anyhow
Playing for time
Thats all I can do
Playing for time
Before I fall in love
Playing for time
Thats all I wanna do
Playing for time
Before I fall in love
Oh, you dont have to shout about it
Cant you see it obvious
Feel its getting close for comfort
Why you making such a fuss?
Travel down the road of heartache
Hear an echo my mind
Played with fire, burned my fingers
Now Im gonna take my time
Playing for time
Before I fall in love with you
Playing for time
Thats all I want to do
Playing for time
Before I fall
Playing for time
All I wanna do
Playing for time ...
song performed by by Uriah Heep
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Nice To Be Here
Nice to be here hope you agree
Lying in the sun
Lovely weather, must climb a tree
The show has just begun
All the leaves start swaying
To the breeze thats playing
On a thousand violins
And the bees are humming
To a frog sat strumming
On a guitar with only one string
I can see them they cant see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they cant see me
Much to my delight
And it seems worth noting
Water rats were boating
As a lark began to sing
The sounds kept coming
With jack rabbit loudly drumming
On the side of a biscuit tin
I can see them they cant see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they cant see me
Much to my delight
Silver minnows were devising
Water ballet so surprising
A mouse played a daffodil
A mole came up blinking
Underneath an owl whos thinking
How he came to be sat on a hill
I can see them they cant see me
I feel out of sight
I can see them they cant see me
Much to my delight
I know you wont believe me
But Im certain that I did see
A mouse playing daffodil
All the band was really jumping
With jack rabbit in there thumping
I found that I couldnt sit still
I just had to make it with them
Cause they played my kind of rhythm
And the bees hummed in harmony
And the owl played his oboe
Then the frogs guitar solo
It was all just too much for me
I know you wont believe me
But Im certain that I did see
A mouse playing daffodil
All the band was really jumping
With jack rabbit in there thumping
I found that I couldnt sit still
...
song performed by by Moody Blues
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Playing With The Boys
Id say it was the right time
To walk away
When dreaming takes you nowhere
Its time to play
Bodies working overtime
Your money dont matter
The clock keeps ticking
When someones on your mind
Im moving in slow motion
Feels so good
Its a strange anticipation
Knock, knock, knocking on wood
Bodies working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby whos ahead in the game
Funny but its always the same
Playing, playing with the boys
Playing, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said its just a boys game
Girls play too
My heart is working overtime
In this kind of game
People get hurt
Im afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, Ill be
Playing, playing with the boys
Staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
I dont want to be the moth around your fire
I dont want to be obsessed by my desire
Im ready, Im leaving
Ive seen enough
...with the boys
Ive seen enough
You play too rough
Playing, playing with the boys
Ill be staying, playing with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of lifes simple joys
Is playing with the boys
Playing with the boys
Playing
Playing
Playing
Playing
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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The Music Comes And Goes
by: Tripp
the soothing sounds of a piano to a guitar the sounds they make
the feeling It brings when the piano sings playing the strings of a guitar
the times come and goes as the music grows
in the heart of those who play
thinking of that one thing that brings epiphany to that instrument you play
as you hold and take care playing with hopes and dreams the music slips through
and sings
i can't get enough of what it does to me
when i hear that sound that voice
the music she brings to my heart when I'm with her
her voice is the epiphany to my heart
holding on to her the music keeps playing
my heart keeps beating as the music plays
i keep dreaming dreaming holding on hoping this song will never end
dreaming to fall in love with this instrument forever
she is my instrument
poem by Preston Trip
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Failed Musician
Failed Musician?
My uncle died, he was on holiday in Piraeus when a pig fell off
a balcony, he left a piano and since his wife didn’t want it in her
house, mother took it, only because it would lend an impression
of high culture, and no one else in our neighbourhood had one.
I played on it day and night, picked up tunes on radio and played
them on the piano; people where impressed, mother too, but she
needed her rest worked long hours at a canning factory; one day,
coming home from school, a big empty space, I cried mother gave
me Danish pastry, they were a day old but still tasty. I’m glad she
sold the piano, though I might have ended up a restaurant pianist
driving from town to town playing evergreens as background music
for bored diners
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Out On The Road
(hicks / lynch)
I wasnt there (I wasnt there)
When I was needed (I wasnt there)
I was out on the road
Playing with my rock and roll band (I wasnt there)
I should have been right by her side
Like a good man ought to be
But this rocknroll music sure gotta hold on me
I wasnt there (I wasnt there)
When my shack was burning (I wasnt there)
I was out on the road playing with my rocknroll band (I wasnt there)
While someone else put out the fire
I was wailing my guitar
Somehow this rocknroll music sure got a hold on me
Somewhere I know, I sold my soul
Sold it to the devil or the king of rocknroll
Once I found out, what the music was all about
Picked up my baggage
And I joined in a big rock show
I knew that I had to go
I wasnt there (I wasnt there)
There for my wedding (I wasnt there)
I was back on the road
Playing with my rock and roll band (I wasnt there)
But when I came off stage that night
I found her waiting patiently, good girl
She knows that rocknroll music sure got a hold
Rocknroll music sure got a hold
She knows that rocknroll music sure got a hold on me
song performed by by Hollies
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Happiness Found Me
I'm filled to the brim with happiness,
just like a bird in flight.
I feel a presence surround me
though I do not see lts sight.
No matter, I know it's there.
It's palpable in my heart.
I'm deliriously happy that I found it
before my time to depart.
What it is I'm not sure of?
I've never found it before.
Do I need to identify what it is
or just feel it in every pore?
I've accepted the fact that it found me
and when it did I knew
that I had been lost without it,
like a bird that never flew.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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If You Really Love Me
And if you really love me wont you tell me..
And if you really love me wont you tell me..
And if you really love me wont you tell me..
Then I wont have to be
Playing around
You call my name
Oooh so sweet
To make your kiss incomplete
When your mood is clear
You quickly change your ways
Then you say Im untrue
What am I supposed to do
Be a fool who sits alone waiting for you
But if you really love me wont you tell me..
But if you really love me wont you tell me..
And if you really love me wont you tell me..
Then I wont have to be
Playing around
I see the light of your smile
Calling me all the while
You are saying baby
Its time to go...
First the feelings alright
Then its gone from sight
So Im taking out this time to say
Oh if you really love me wont you tell me..
Oh if you really love me wont you tell me..
And if you really love me wont you tell me..
Then I wont have to be
Playing around no
Playing around no
Hey yeah
Goofin around no
Oh baby
Playing around no
Let me know how you feel baby
Hey oh baby
Playing around no
song performed by by Stevie Wonder
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Playing Music Is Like Making Love
PLAYING MUSIC IS LIKE MAKING LOVE
Many people who insist that they enjoy
music known as classical merely say
they do, pretending. Far more serious is the ploy
planned by LSO, who'll just pretend to play.
There is surely nothing wrong with those who fake
enjoyment, like a woman faking an orgasm,
but pretense of playing music's a mistake,
since music needs not only sound, but ectoplasm.
Orchestras and lovemakers should never mimic:
they should always show their skin when they perform,
and should not be, although poetic, metonymic:
the use of any substitute is rotten form.
Denis Bartel reported the news about the London Symphony Orchestra's decision to mimic their playing while a performance is broadcast to visits at the Olympic Games. David Ng writes in the LA Times:
Musicians with the London Symphony Orchestra are reportedly going to have to pull a Milli Vanilli when they appear at the opening ceremony of the Summer Olympic Games in London. Reports from Britain state that the orchestra will mimic playing to prerecorded music due to concerns about the weather and the shape of the performing venue - a large, oval-shaped arena whose scale would apparently make a live-music performance tricky….
The London Symphony has reportedly recorded the music that is scheduled to be played during the July 27 ceremony. The Daily Mail reports that Boyle wanted the orchestra to perform live, but that he was overruled by the organizing committee for the Games. When viewers around the world tune in for the ceremony, they can expect to see the conductor and musicians from the renowned orchestra going through the motions while a soundtrack plays.
This wouldn't be the first time that the mimicking of live music was used at an Olympics ceremony. In 2008, a mini-controversy developed during the Beijing Games when it was revealed that a 9-year-old singer lip-synced to the voice of another young girl whom officials had deemed less telegenic. Similarly, at President Obama's inauguration, the musical performance by cellist Yo-Yo Ma, violinistItzhak Perlman, pianist Gabriella Montero and clarinetist Anthony McGill played, unamplified, to a recording. The decision to use a recording was made over fears that the cold weather that day could damage the instruments.
6/4/12 #10403
poem by Gershon Hepner
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King Of Somewhere Hot
King of somewhere hot
By: jimmy buffett, ralph macdonald, william salter, robert greenidge
1988
Robert greenidge and ralph macdonald finally got me to trinidad and when I heard the desperados playing my song up on laventhill I felt like a king and it was hot.
Ive travelled all around the world
And there are places that still stand out to me
None can really quite compare
To my island in the sea
My personal utopia
A place to run to where I can hide away
Where I can truly reign supreme
Somewhere fresh and clean where a man can dream
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And Ill melt right on the spot
Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
Now you just rent yourself a tile and dance the night away
Just like the locals do
A million miles from robin leach, life is just a beach
So far out of reach
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Where the music in my soul(music in my soul)
Makes me start to lose control (start to lose control)
And Ill melt right on the spot
Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
So hot!
(pan solo)
Some day I hope to find my queen I know shell come my way
Ill give her all my love
Its not a complicated thing someplace I can swing
Where a man can be a king
Chorus:
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
Im king, (king) like every man should be
Im king, (king) king of somewhere hot
I dont care how hard you look (dont care how hard you look)
Ooh you wont find me in the book (wont find me in the book)
cause Im here right on the spot
Oh! Im the king of somewhere hot (hot)
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
King of somewhere hot (hot)
Hot to trot
King of somewhere hot (to trot)
(king of somewhere hot)
song performed by by Jimmy Buffett
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Twist
Ice and a twist
And a cigarette
Starts a night I won't forget
Drinks and a dance and a word or two
Share the time with someone new
Twist
Twist
You're locked in your land
On a private jet
The devil is at work out there
Tell me the time
On the altitude
I'm racing now I'm in the mood
You're the kind that's always
Gotta round the red lights
Too much is not enough for you
You bet your life on strangle
Lend them maybe black jack
I'm playing my cards so are you through?
Just wanna dance all night
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Dice and a dessert is where we are
Babies could make you a star
Hope and despair
Come back each tear
Elvis is in town all year
You're the kind that's always
Gotta round the red lights (Oh yeah)
Too much is not enough for you
You bet your life on strangle
Lend them maybe black jack
I'm playing my cards so are you through?
Just wanna dance all night
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
Just wanna dance all night
(Just wanna dance all night with you)
I'm feeling all right
The music's out of sight
If you tell me what you like
Just wanna dance all night
(Just wanna dance all night with you)
And touch your body right
The music's out of sight
And we can bump into the light
Twist
Just wanna dance all night
Just wanna dance all night
(Do you wanna twist)
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
(Do you wanna twist)
Just wanna dance all night with you
The music's out of sight that's true
(Do you wanna twist)
song performed by by Holly Valance
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I enjoy playing the band as the band. I 'be' the whole band and I'm playing the drums, I'm playing the guitar, I'm playing the saxophone. To me, the most wonderful thing about playing music is that.
quote by Chick Corea
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So Be It
So Be It
Back to the creator and the truthful word
Like a sparrow in the tree we call a bird.
The bird does not have intellect to share
But the universal God said, 'for them I will clothe, feed and care'.
Are we any less or any more so?
Think about what God the creator gives us and you'll know..
I look out my window and say from out of my soul
Thank you for the river, the birds; and the lilting voice of Nat King Cole.
Music of my time has become best of all my time
A ballad of thought with meaningful words for feelings of mine.
What I have and what I have been given is beyond compare
To sit and see and reach into my memory and to feel and share.
In the darkness of the night I look up and can not conceive
The grandiose of it all and yet how could one not believe.
I look and I look and the universal one I can not find
I fail to recognize by sight and touch what already exists inside my mind.
How much time did I spend in a relationship with my God
Will my mind form any more images when I lie in the sod?
10-22-06
poem by AHO Speaks
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You Cant Stop The Music
And so norman decides to stop living
Out his fantasy of being a rock star and
Accept reality. this is the end for
Norman but not for us because there
Will always be someone ready to take
His place -- after all, euerybodys a
Star!
You cant stop the music
Lets all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And theyre never seen again,
But the music just keeps playing on.
They cant stop the music,
They cant stop the music,
They cant stop the music playing on.
Ive been half a million places,
Ive seen half a million people who stare,
Ive been a star and down and out,
Ive been put on, sat on, punched and spat on,
Theyve called me a faggot, a spiv and a fake,
They can knock me down and tread on my face,
They cant stop the music playing on.
Lets all raise a glass
To the rock stars of the past,
Those that made it,
Those that faded,
Those that never even made the grade,
Those that we thought would never last.
Singers come and go,
And stars fade away.
They vanish in the haze
And theyre never seen again,
But they cant stop the music playing on.
song performed by by Kinks
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People Everywhere: Social Music (Original 11 03 2009)
PEOPLE EVERYWHERE: SOCIAL MUSIC
Original 11 03 3009
People everywhere over here over there people
In poor bread lines people in pony drawn carriages
People on a chariot with a rumble seat people on a
Climb on a mountain steep people on a dime on a
Corner on Wall Street –street people -people everywhere
Everywhere there’s a drummer. Where you going?
Everywhere you go you go with a beat you go with
Where the music is… where the music is “social man
What’s jazz? ” People everywhere just social that’s all
New Orleans people social all the way up river to
Kansas City on up to Chicago don’t make no difference
If your name is Santiago Obama Bergson Rothschild
Bush just social People -Montrose New York City
People social all the way to Rio Paris Johannesburg
Brazil Belize over all the bridges –London Suez
Toronto Montreal people in a dim café -social
People in church every weekday and everyday
Everywhere there’s a temple play -Joe’s Place
People social man -music social don’t make no
Difference where you get together whoever is playing
Just playing so you keep on playing with everybody
Playing -people play social music man –man or
Woman don’t understand just don’t stop playing
People everywhere want to be there to see it -up here
You playing social music -understand -just don’t
Stop playing -people everywhere get hungry lose
Patience -people everywhere not playing social music
When you stop playing social music people every-
Where stop –trying to figure out why everybody
Stop playing social music -nothing social about
Playing a whole lot of music -nothing truly social
In a lot of music -the next thing you know a short
Spell and before long you got wars breaking out
Stop playing and its hell -that’s not social any more.
Lee Mack copyright 2009. ISBN # 0615318347. Do not reproduce without permission.
poem by Lee B. Mack
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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