Lounge Bar
Lounge Bar
A rock group was beating the drums
and playing the guitars to a song of an Audio Player.
A dancing pair was raising the level of verve and
shaking the feet were the whites and blacks,
with a glass of wine or beer in one hand
and the other hand hugging the partner.
The young and the old relax and eat cakes and snacks.
They watch footies, horse-race and grandprix in a wide screen.
They take a sip and move with rhythm in close embrace.
The happy sellers of drinks and snacks too rock in glee.
Black and white but stout nude pictures come and go
and sounds of laughter have their echoes
And spill out through the small entrance.
See there in Madras, my country men,
emptying bottles of hot rums and brandhis,
and when the kick rises, break the glasses,
braying fierce cries, pull knives and stab
their fellow drunken men in brawls,
and stroll, stumble and lie on the murky road.
No music is in need to swirl their bodies
and throw away their dresses one by one.
They blare their own vulgar songs
and bask in dark or in moonlight.
That is my Chennai and this is Aussie Melbourne.
They pick pockets of others, waylay the unwary,
to snatch chains and be engaged in petty thefts,
and at times strangle the old for gold,
to fund their visits to bars. But the Aussies
take a peck and get into the library to browse.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Wanna Rock
(myles goodwyn)
Published by northern goody two tunes, ltd./capac - ascap
Dont wanna move or get out of bed
That rock n rolls going straight through my head
They say Im stupid, I really dont care
Whatever they say, well I say thats fair
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Dont waste my money driving round in a car
Save my money for electric guitars
Disco musics just a social disease
If it dont rock me, then it aint gonna please me
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock, wanna rock
Turn up the music, lets have a good time
Dont pull no punches, lay it right on the line
New wave, old wave, third wave will do
It dont matter when Im dancing with you
All I wanna do is rock n roll
All I wanna do is rock and rock some more
Wanna rock, wanna rock
Wanna rock, wanna rock, wanna rock
song performed by by April Wine
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Let There Be Rock
In the beginning
Back in nineteen fifty-five
Man didnt know about a rock n roll show
And all that jive
The white man had the smoltz
The black man had the blues
No one knew what they was gonna do
But tchaikovsky had the news
He said -
Let there be light, and there was light
Let there be sound, and there was sound
Let there be drums, and there was drums
Let there be guitar, and there was guitar
Let there be rock
And it came to pass
That rock n roll was born
All across the land every rockin band
Was blowing up a storm
The guitarman got famous
The businessman got rich
And in every bar there was a super star
With a seven year itch
There were fifteen million fingers
Learning how to play
And you could hear the fingers picking
And this is what they had to say
Let there be light
Sound
Drums
Guitar
Let there be rock
One night in a club called 'the shaking hand
There was a ninety-two decibel rocking band
The music was good and the music was loud
And the singer turned and he said to the crowd -
Let there be rock
song performed by by AC-DC
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Roots Of Creation
One two three four!
Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like your ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
Cause we play it morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel O.K.
The roots of creation
Said I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hat
My coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me
Give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something I can use
Give me something I can know
Your the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah
Pull up hands with me
Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right
We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music say it's right on time
Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation
Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand
What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this
Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song
Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high
My ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high
Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh in a plastic nation
Such a boring station... a boring
One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right
I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife
Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand
My seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin
Love the kinda drink ya know make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!
song performed by by Sublime
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Food Anymey
Snacks is
Not food...
But...
you...
Eat food
Some of snacks...
Helthy good...
Take food
At snacks leval
Avoid snacks
With any time...
Snacks is your
Anymey of food...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Rock n Roll Is Music Now
Mama knows and papa knows
That rock n roll is music now
Babys been cutting his teeth on
Bo diddleys, Im a man, man
Listen to the wolfman howl
See the white man sailing his ship up on the sea
Watch the white man shackle
The black man to a tree
To the invader go the fruits of war
He misses home and his boots are sore
He has not got no roots no more
He comes for your gold
Watch out for your soul
Cause tennis shoes, and rhythm and blues
Are second generation
All across the nation, now
And mama knows, papa too
Rock n roll is music
Rock n roll is music, now
To the invader go the fruits of war
He misses home and his boots are sore
He has not got no roots no more
He comes for your gold
But watch out for your soul
Mama knows and papa knows
That rock n roll is music
Rock n roll is music, now
song performed by by James Taylor
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The Pull
Summertime came too soon,
Summers in kansas often do.
And the air was still,
I felt the pull.
I recall the heat rising from the ground in a way.
And I knew I was the first to pass this way.
I believe I step across some line,
Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
Never remembers his name.
Always feel so alone,
Wherever I am I feel the pull,
And the life Ive left behind the pull.
And in case I have no future, Ive got the past
Theres no telling just how long this play will last.
I believe I step across some line,
Or I stumble through the doorway in space and time,
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
Never remembers his name,
Never remembers.
Im down, walking through a storm.
I hear a voice inside, crying,
It calls my name like a judge accusing,
Black robe hanging down, whoah,
Dont forget be brave about your love.
Well I walk across the murky room,
And theres flashes in my eyes,
I dont know what Im doin.
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
Never remembers his name.
Like a drunk who blacks out from the wine,
Never remembers his name,
Never remembers his name,
I never remember my name.
song performed by by Chicago
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THE FLAMENCO DANCE (Complex Poetic Form)
In a juerga there's nothing around
But voices, flamenco guitars,
Dancing bodies in moonlight,
Vibrant gypsy dresses,
Passion, obsessions,
Bullfighter's blades,
Silk shawls,
Dancers,
Capes.
Old men have faces scorched and cracked,
Flamenco women to attract,
Like barks of olive trees in night.
Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.
Girls have boot heels and huge roses,
Men clench their teeth, step opposes,
Hands clap and shout in a dance fight,
Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.
Guitars are beaten at high speeds,
Castanets scratch the music's seeds,
Rhythmic fingers snap air to bite,
Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.
Old men have faces scorched and cracked,
Shirts dazzle white in the moonlight.
Hands becoming wings
In their shadows on the wall,
Red becoming black and
Black becoming white,
Motion vibrating the guitar's string,
Cubic movements of colors,
In their dance,
Shadowy wings becoming scarfs,
Flamenco woman arching her body,
Showing her passion…
From the soul to dissolve
The dancing sounds detach
From the soul to dissolve
When the movement they catch,
They may change all around,
The dancing sounds detach.
Drums and tambourines' sound,
Exotic wrists and swirls,
They may change all around.
The weightless grace makes girls
Steal treasures from the air,
Exotic wrists and swirls.
With beautiful black hair,
Rise like birds, fall like leaves.
Steal treasures from the air,
Having tricks up their sleeves,
From the soul to dissolve,
Rise like birds, fall like leaves
From the soul to dissolve.
Spicy slippery steps
Waiting for a clue,
Picking up portions of pink
Of hyper-femininity,
Overflowing screwy sounds
In heavy red chromesthesia,
Morphing themselves into glamorous,
Red feminine movements,
Men looking like marble statues being alive,
Seemingly cracking.
Slowly diminishing their dancing rhythm,
Steps mowing sweet sounds
To hear the horn of some lost happiness.
poem by Marieta Maglas
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Travels of a Rock
One day as I was walking,
down the road so fair,
I spotted a rock,
just laying there.
What is one to do,
in a moment like this,
kick it of course, but
please don't miss.
So far the rock travels,
until someone else comes along,
sees the rock laying there,
they pick it up and sing a song.
They carry the rock a long ways,
with a flip and a toss,
into the pond goes the rock,
walking down this road, now they're lost.
(4-6-07)
Prejudiced? Who? Me? ? .....[Personal; Human Nature; Racial Prejudice]
I'm a white guy, aged 64, raised in a small town way up north.
Do some thoughts I have about blacks signal prejudice coming forth?
First I'd say NO, but then again I'd say YES.
But such thoughts, by both whites and blacks, are normal I would guess.
What thoughts am I now referring to you will probably ask.
To answer that sensible question will put my mind to task.
My interactions with blacks, I think, no prejudice does reveal.
And the rare times I have 'prejudice' thoughts, I think they're no big deal.
Do you wish to know of what my 'pre-judged' thoughts consist?
I'd almost rather not tell you. But, if you insist.
I sometimes think 'nigger'; when and where I grew up that was a 'bad' name.
I also think of them as different though people are the 'same'.
And here is where I say 'I don't like generalization'.
By 'same' I mean neither all blacks nor all whites are 'the same' in this nation.
So whites and blacks can both be smart or stupid, mean or kind;
within each 'race' criminals and 'saints' you'll find.
I wasn't raised to either love or hate blacks. My parents seemed not to judge.
And I've changed my mind again; I'm NOT prejudiced. From that opinion I shall not budge!
Then why you ask do I sometimes think 'nigger' when I think of a black?
I think it's due to both a primeval urge to break society's rules, and to thought-control I lack.
Luckily I don't act out my 'bad' thoughts. I might be in jail now if I had.
When in grade school, a boy said I called him 'nigger'. The accusation made me sad.
poem by Bri Edwards
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Happy People
Ladies and Gentlemen
This here's another one for the steppers
DJ Wayne Williams put the Record on
Woah-ohh-ohh... yeah, oh yeah
Woah (whoa...) yeah (follow me, follow me, follow me) woah
Tell me what do we do when the DJ's playing our favourite groove?
(We step) to when? (The whole night through)
And what do we do when we're all dressed up and in the mood?
(We step) to what? (A stepper's groove)
Where do we go soon as the weekend gets here?
(The club) why? (To party and have some fun)
What is it that can come and take away all your stress, tell me?
(Music) no further questions you have passed my test
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) ohh
Keeps the world (yeah, yeah) (turning) oh yeah (turning) I believe it
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) ohh
Keeps us all (yeah, yeah) (dancing) dancing (dancing) oh whoa
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
Keeps us all(yeah, yeah) (stepping) stepping (stepping) ooh, and
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) oh-oh
Keeps the music (yeah, yeah) (grooving, grooving)
Tell me... now what do you do (what do you do) when the feeling has come over you (yeah... oh)
(You let go) and what? (let it take control) (whoa)
Ladies, what do you say when a gentlemen asks you to dance, you (ooh)
(say yes) and then? (Get on the dance floor)
Even when it seems we're going through some hard times, what do we do?
(Keep smiling) 'cause we know (we're gonna make it through)
Now, what is it that can come and take away all your stress, tell me? (No stress)
(Music) no further questions, you have passed my test
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) whoo
Keeps the world (yeah, yeah) (turning) turning (turning) oh I believe it
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) whoo
Keep us (yeah, yeah) (dancing) dancing, dancing (dancing)
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
Keep us (yeah, yeah) (stepping) keep us stepping (stepping)
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah)(happy people) oh-oh
Keeps us yeah(yeah, yeah) (grooving) grooving (grooving)
I just wanna get dressed and go out, yeah
(I wanna get dressed, I wanna go out) ohh
(Can you tell me where the spot is?)
Where they're partying all night (yeah)
And everybody's having a good time (yeah, yeah)
(I wanna get live, I wanna get loud) (yeah, whoo)
(Can you tell me where the spot is?) (Take me to that place)
Come on take me to that place (take me to that place)
Where there are nothing but happy...
Woah... yeah
(Happy) ohh
(Happy) ooh
(Happy)
Happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
They keep the world (yeah, yeah) (turning) turning (turning)
I'm talkin' about happy people, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah) yeah
They keep the world (yeah, yeah) (dancing) dancing yeah (dancing)
Ooh happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) (happy people) I know
Keep the world (yeah, yeah) (stepping) stepping yeah (stepping)
Nothing but happy people (yeah, yeah, yeah) oh yeah (happy people)
Keeps the world (yeah, yeah) (grooving) grooving... (grooving)
Uh, uh, uh
Alright
Uh-huh
Now if you wanna step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I do
If you wanna step
You gotta play it by the rules
You gotta do what I do
When I do, what I do, now...
Step to the left (uh-huh) step to the right (yeah)
Spin around now break it on down tonight (right)
Bring it on up (uh) moving close (uh)
Let me see you and your partner stroll (c'mon)
Step to the left (uh) step to the right
Spin around now break it on down tonight (that's right)
Bring it on up (uh) moving close (uh)
Let me see you and your partner stroll (c'mon)
Step to the left, step to the right (whoa...) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Spin around now break it on down tonight (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Bring it on up, moving close (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Let me see you and your partner stroll (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Step to the left, step to the right (whoa...) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Spin around now break it on down tonight (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Bring it on up, moving close (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Let me see you and your partner stroll (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Step to the left, step to the right (DJ) (whoa...) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Spin around now break it on down tonight (uh-huh) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Bring it on up, moving close (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Let me see you and your partner stroll (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Step to the left, step to the right (whoa...) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Spin around now break it on down tonight (uh-huh) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Bring it on up, moving close (uh) (I'm gonna keep steppin')
Let me see you and your partner stroll (I'm gonna keep steppin')
I hear you Donnie
George, Regina Daniels
Love you baby
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Racial Abuse
The Aussies might practise racial abuse
on those who in public places embrace and kiss.
To kick and punch the brown they seem resolute
from stopping them, the rhythm of life, they pollute.
It is not charming if the black show the bikini-lines.
At times, some vandals break in the zoos
slaughter the birds and animals,
shut in enclosures, curtailing the freedom
and walk to home carrying these eatables.
They are good foodies of hamburgers and wines.
How long they eat surfeiting fork in all the foods!
The Aussies amaze at the Chinese
working in lap-tops and doing electronic goods.
How swift-footed in markets and hotels!
The Aussies seek perfection of the Chinese
in looting the gold medals in the Olympics.
Could the secrets slip out of those hearts?
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The Heart Of Rock & Roll
New york, new york, is everything they say
And no place that Id rather be
Where else can you do a half a million things
All at a quarter to three
When they palt their music, ooh that modern music
They like it with a lot of style
But ts still that same old back beat rhythm
That really drives em wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating
And from what Ive seen I believe em
Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
La, hollywood, and the sunset strip
Is something everyone should see
Neon lights and the pretty pretty girls
All dressed so scantily
When they play their music
That hard rock music
They like it with a lot of flash
But its still that same old back beat rhythm
That really kicks em in the
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating
And from what Ive seen I believe em
Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
Dc, san antone and the liberty town, boston and baton rouge
Tulsa, austin, oklahoma city, seattle, san francisco, too
Everywhere theres music, real live music, bands with a million styles
But its still that some old rock and roll music
That really drives em wild
They say the heart of rock and roll is still beating
And from what Ive seen I believe em
Now the old boy may be barely breathing
But the heart of rock and roll is still beating
song performed by by Huey Lewis And The News
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Murder On Music Row
Nobody saw him running from sixteenth avenue.
They never found the fingerprint or the weapon that was used.
But someone killed country music, cut out its heart and soul.
They got away with murder down on music row.
The almighty dollar and the lust for worldwide fame
Slowly killed tradition and for that someone should hang (oh, you tell them alan).
They all say not guilty, but the evidence will show
That murder was committed down on music row.
Chorus:
For the steel guitars no longer cry and fiddles barely play,
But drums and rock n roll guitars are mixed up in your face.
Old hank wouldnt have a chance on todays radio
Since they committed murder down on music row.
They thought no one would miss it, once it was dead and gone
They said no one would buy them old drinking and cheating songs (Ill still buy em)
Well there aint no justice in it and the hard facts are cold
Murders been committed down on music row.
Chorus:
Oh, the steel guitars no longer cry and you cant hear fiddles play
With drums and rock n roll guitars mixed right up in your face
Why, the hag, he wouldnt have a chance on todays radio
Since they committed murder down on music row
Why, they even tell the possum to pack up and go back home
Theres been an awful murder down on music row.
song performed by by George Strait
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Oh Yeah
(ferry)
Some expression in your eyes
Overtook me by surprise
Where was i how was i to know?
How can we drive to a movie show
When the music is here in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing oh yeah on the radio
And so came to be our song
And so on through all summer long
Day and night drifting into love
Driving you home from a movie show
So in tune to the sounds in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
They playing oh yeah on the radio
Its some time since we said goodbye
And now we lead our separate lives
But where am i where can i go?
Driving alone to a movie show
So i turn to the sounds in my car
Theres a band playing on the radio
With a rhythm of rhyming guitars
Theres a band playing on the radio
And its drowning the sound of my tears
Theyre playing oh yeah on the radio
song performed by by Roxy Music
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Wine From The Water
[parsons/bairnson]
You can take me up, you can wind me down
Theres no escape, but Ill never drown
No wires or strings, no rough and smooth
Just fire and stings, watch me closely, watch my every move
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, theres nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
I can break these chains, while Im upside down
Well it may seem strange, I dont hit the ground
Now you see my hand, is quicker than your eye
You should know by now, what you see here, all of its a lie
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Think of a number, Ill get it right
Throw me in the river, tie my hands up tight
I can wind you up, I can turn you round
No cunning stunts, till the ladys found
No coils or springs, just nice and smooth
No knaves or kings, find the lady, watch my every move
I can count your money while I check your hand
And you know I just cant lose
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, no, nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
Now I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Think of a number, Ill get it right
You can throw me in the river, tie my hands up tight
Wine from the water, gold from a tree
Now I wouldnt fool you, theres nothing up my sleeve
Look for a mirror, theres nothing there
I get rings out of nowhere, money from thin air
song performed by by Alan Parsons Project
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I am a man of black and white
I am a man of black and white,
my name is written on the gates of the sky.
i am a man of black and white
my origin is united, yet two apart.
I speak the language of the whites,
but lost in the language of the blacks.
i am a man of black and white,
my resemblance is same with the blacks.
I am a man of black and white,
i was brought up in the land of the whites.
i am a man of black and white,
my home is in the south-east, in the abode of my black dad.
I am a man of black and white,
i love the aspirations of life.
i am a man of black and white,
although two apart, we are united as one.
poem by Randy Micheal
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Songs of Praise and Worship
As a child, I would stand
With the other children.
We would sing songs of praise
And worship—God's kingdom.
The words pulled at our young,
Temporal, pure spirits—
Innocent spheres of soul
That had yet to mature.
We would bow our small heads,
Close our hands and say prayers.
The preacher would instruct
And show us what to say.
We didn't understand
Biblical passages and
We didn't comprehend
What all God's stories meant,
Or at least I couldn't—
Though I tried and longed to.
The other children would
Close their eyes, outstretching
The soft palms of their hands
And feel God's presence in
Their stubby fingertips
As if they could reach Him.
They would cry. Their bodies
Would rock and move like some
Divine rhythm could quake
The floor where we all stood.
They would smile, enraptured
And captured by the songs—
Dancing with the angels.
Three minutes with God's wings.
Holiness percolated
Inside them. Not in me.
They simmered in God's warmth
While I was unheated.
The fires that burned in them
Refused to spark in me.
My spirit was tepid—
Still against the hot pan.
When the songs had finished,
They would tremble and shake,
The ground lifting beneath
Them, if just for one song.
When they closed their clear eyes,
They could see their heaven.
When I did the same thing,
I saw my dark eyelids.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Death Of Prodigy Dancers
This is where I kill the dancer
Watch the MC - kill the dancer
Death of the Prodigy dancer
Come on
?, Corrupt your, to move your, to move your, come on
Let it rock, let move, let it move you, let it move you
Let it move you, let it move you
???
Come on out
Let it rock, let it rock
Pump it up, rock it up, don't stop, let it rock, come on
That's the real ?
Let it rock you, let it rock you
Let it move you, let it move you
Let it rock you, let it rock you
Where's the response?
Where's the response?
Death of the Prodigy dancer
Come on
???
Let it rock, let it roll, let it move you, let it move you
Let it rock you ...
Get ready
Goin' too slow, ridicule, ?, let it rock you, let it rock you
You'll fail, we fool round, let it rock you, let it rock you
Oh no
song performed by by Prodigy
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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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
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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A Wall Flower
I lounge in the doorway and languish in vain
While Tom, Dick and Harry are dancing with Jane
My spirit rises to the music's beat;
There is a leaden fiend lurks in my feet!
To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet.
Somewhere, I think, some other where, not here,
In other ages, on another sphere,
I danced with you, and you with me, my dear.
In perfect motion did our bodies sway,
To perfect music that was heard alway;
Woe's me, that am so dull of foot to-day!
To move unto your motion, Love, were sweet;
My spirit rises to the music's beat--
But, ah, the leaden demon in my feet!