Lips move silently
Vocal chords quietly vibrate
Repeating your name
quote by by Indira Babbellapati (21 August 2010)
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Chords that were broken will vibrate once more.
quote by Fanny Crosby
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Quality
Teen idol
The way you move
Its got quality
Come on baby, lets go downtown
Little girl, you sure look good to me
The way you move
Its got quality
Come on baby now dont be shy
Step in the light so I can see
The way you move
Its got quality
Girls
I want to know
Are you my beautiful young boy
Or just another love
Passing through my life
I need to know
Will you be my sorrow and my joy
And maybe one day soon
Will I be your wife.
Teen idol
Come on baby,
Lets rock some more
I want to spend my salary
The way you move
Its got quality
Sal
Everytime they see me walk down the street
They say co? o that boy is fine
The way he moves
Got quality
Girls
I want to know
Are you my beautiful young boy,
Or just another love
Passing through my life,
I need to know
Will you be my sorrow and my joy
And maybe one day soon
Will I be your wife
Quiero saber
Quiero saber
Nadie nunca sabe
En la vida
Teen idol
The way you move
Its got quality
The way you move
Its got quality
Lead vocal-paul simon
Falsetto lead vocal-frank negron
Background and duo vocal-teana rodriguez
Background and duo vocal-myrna gomila
Background vocal-bobby bright
Background vocal-sean pulley
Background vocal-paul simon
Background vocal-trent sutton
Background vocal-dionte sutton
Guitar-wallace richardson
Piano-paul griffin
Bass-jay leonhart
Conga, cowbell-jimmy sabater
Drums-richard crooks
Tenor saxophone-chris eminizer
Additional production by roy halee
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Unrequited Love
I turned the key within my lock
and quietly went inside.
And there upon my couch, a shock
my mind could not abide.
The faithful dearest one to me
was in a deep embrace.
I slowly backed up silently,
lest he should see my face,
and closed the door so silently on
what I could not comprehend.
How could I ever live without
my husband, my lover and friend?
For in my mind I'd see the scene
repeating in my tears
that traveled down my cheeks at night
in the coming years.
Did I want repentance from this man?
I really did not know.
Could I have forgiveness
and never let pride show?
My answer came to me one night
as we lay in our bed.
He cried and took me in his arms
and then contritely said.
'My dearest one there's something
that I must let you know.
I cannot harbor what I've done
for it's hurting so.'
I quieted him with my tender touch
and looked into his eyes.
'Let's never speak of it again.'
for she was very wise.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Witt
Let me do it quietly and move on,
And take the gun out of my face!
Because i am bullet proof and,
No man points a gun at me.
I am called Witt and,
I am well prepared for any situatiin in life!
So let me do it quietly and move on.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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Repeating History
My nativity at peril
I wanted to stay away from myself
seeking anonymity in inwardness
Death had drawn a circle
my mode of survival depended on
the hopelessness of life
The ant-hills were growing!
The final assault will take place at night
at spiritual depths.
I will be seething with fake acoustics.
Kissing the blue lips of dawn
night bids adieu.
I will move quietly behind the corpse
A dark tribute to the mother of sorrow.
Flames on river, my body was burning
in blue waves
I was repeating history.
poem by Satish Verma
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We are the kind of people who obsess over one word... but we have only one shot to get it right in concert. It was hard the first time I practiced with them. I was so nervous that my vocal chords were paralyzed for about a half-hour.
Poets
the frogs of course
love the sound of
their own tribe
just like those who
fuse their own vocal
chords to form a choir
of monotony just like
the most common
bumping and dissipating
waves of the sea.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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When I was on the air a lot my throat and vocal chords got tired. If you don't vary your tones you can't get pretty tired of your own voice.
There was an old farmer named Jack
Who's ducks kept refusing to quack;
Then amidst the hysteria
Was found a bacteria
And their vocal-chords under attack.
(Written Oct 2012)
quote by by John Carter Brown
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Silence's Whispers
Touching with one finger her lips,
the moon signals me to shut up.
Quietly I listen to her urge,
and I am overwhelmed
by the silence's whispers.
I look at my window.
It is covered with millions of stars,
that send me,
infinite kisses from above.
I fell asleep in peace,
dreaming of happy angels,
that guard silently, my sleep.
poem by Marius Alexandru (31 November 2020)
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The Alde
How near I walked to Love,
How long, I cannot tell.
I was like the Alde that flows
Quietly through green level lands,
So quietly, it knows
Their shape, their greenness and their shadows well;
And then undreamingly for miles it goes
And silently, beside the sea.
Seamews circle over,
The winter wildfowl wings,
Long and green the grasses wave
Between the river and the sea.
The sea's cry, wild or grave,
From bank to low bank of the river rings;
But the uncertain river though it crave
The sea, knows not the sea.
Was that indeed salt wind?
Came that noise from falling
Wild waters on a stony shore?
Oh, what is this new troubling tide
Of eager waves that pour
Around and over, leaping, parting, recalling?…
How near I moved (as day to same day wore)
And silently, beside the sea!
poem by John Freeman
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The sound of tireless voices is the price we pay for the right to hear the music of our own opinions. But there is also, it seems to me, a moment at which democracy must prove its capacity to act. Every man has a right to be heard; but no man has the right to strangle democracy with a single set of vocal chords.
quote by Adlai Stevenson II
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Repeating Repetitiously That Which Has Become Repetitive
Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.
Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.
Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.
Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.
Finally you got it.
Great...
Let's move on.
Repeating repetitiously that which has become repetitive.
Finally you got it.
Finally you got it.
Finally you got it...
And that is great!
So we can 'now' move on!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Mine
O HOW my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
And I drink up joy like wine:
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
She's rich, she's fair, beyond compare,
Of noble mind, serene and kind--
And how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the lovely girl is mine!
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
In a music soft and fine;
O how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine.
She owns no lands, has no white hands,
Her lot is poor, her life obscure;--
Yet how my heart is beating as her name I keep repeating,
For the girl I love is mine!
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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Images
I think images are worth repeating
Images repeated from a painting
Images taken from a painting
From a photo worth re-seeing
I love images worth repeating
Project them upon the ceiling
Multiply them with silk screening
See them with a different feeling
Images, oh, images
Images, oh, images
Some say images have no feeling
I think theres a deeper meaning
Mechanical precision or so its seeming
Instigates a cooler feeling
I love multiplicity of screenings
Things born anew display new meanings
I think images are worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, oh, images
Images, images
Im no urban idiot savant
Spewing paint without any order
Im no sphinx, no mystery enigma
What I paint is very ordinary
I dont think Im old or modern
I dont think I think Im thinking
It doesnt matter what Im thinking
Its the images that are worth repeating
And repeating, oh, images
Images
If youre looking for a deeper meaning
Im as deep as this high ceiling
If you think technique is meaning
You might find me very simple
You might think that images boring
Cars and cans and chairs and flowers
You might find me personally boring
Hammer, sickle, mao tse tong
Mao tse tong
Ooohhh, images, images
Images
I think that it bears repeating
The images upon the ceiling
I love images worth repeating
And repeating and repeating
Images, images
Oh, images, oh, images
song performed by by Lou Reed
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Silently
Silently waiting
for that first kiss,
silently wishing
that cupid won't miss.
Silently pleading
that you won't leave me,
silently hoping
for you to see
that you belong
completely to me.
poem by Faith Franklin
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Step By Step
(lead vocal - lenny zakatek)
I was just a joker in a serious game
I didnt have the heart to play
But sooner or later
Ill find a reason to throw it away
Risin on the crest of a natural wave
That never seems to break my way
Im livin without it
But I got to do something about it
Step by step little by little
Step by step take it line by line
Move move move, move a little closer
I was just a runner in a one horse race
Livin on the dont pass line
Sooner or later
I got to lose cause Im wasting my time
Lady luck must have been a wonderful girl
Shes never been a friend of mine
Im living without her
But I still got that mountain to climb
Step by step little by little
Step by step rake it line by line
Move move move, move a little closer
Step by step the deal is mine
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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Tell Me...
do i need eyes if they can't
shed one meaningful tear?
do i need lips if they can't
stretch in one spontaneous smile?
do i need a mind if it can't
think of you?
do i need a heart if it can't
vibrate for you...? ? ?
tell me...
18feb2010
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Two Pewits
Under the after-sunset sky
Two pewits sport and cry,
More white than is the moon on high
Riding the dark surge silently;
More black than earth. Their cry
Is the one sound under the sky.
They alone move, now low, now high,
And merrily they cry
To the mischievous Spring sky,
Plunging earthward, tossing high,
Over the ghost who wonders why
So merrily they cry and fly,
Nor choose 'twixt earth and sky,
While the moon's quarter silently
Rides, and earth rests as silently.
poem by Edward Thomas
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At Last
Down, down like a pale leaf dropping
Under an autumn sky,
My love dropped into my bosom
Quietly, quietly.
There was not a ray of sunshine
And not a sound in the air,
As she trembled into my bosom--
My love, no longer fair.
All year round in her beauty
She dwelt on the tree-top high:
She danced in the summer breezes,
She laughed to the summer sky.
I lay so low in the grass-dews,
She sat so high above,
She never wist of my longing,
She never dreamed of my life.
But when winds lay bare her dwelling,
And her heart could find no rest,
I called--and she fluttered downward
Into my faithful breast.
I know that my love is fading;
I know I cannot fold
Her fragrance from the frost-blight,
Her beauty from the mould:
But a little, little longer
She shall contented lie,
And wither away in the sunshine
Silently, silently.
Come when thou wilt, grim Winter,
My year is crowned and blest
If when my love is dying
She die upon my breast.
poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik
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