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For none of us can ever express the exact measure of his needs or his thoughts or his sorrows; and human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

Gustave Flaubert in Charles Bovary
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Human speech is like a cracked kettle on which we tap crude rhythms for bears to dance to, while we long to make music that will melt the stars.

quote by Gustave Flaubert
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Language is a cracked kettle on which we beat out tunes for bears to dance to, while all the time we long to move the stars to pity.

quote by Gustave Flaubert
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Exaggerated turns of speech conceal mediocre affections: as if the fulness of the soul might not sometimes overflow in the emptiest of metaphors, since no one, ever, can give the exact measurements of his needs, nor of his conceptions, nor of his sufferings, and the human word is like a cracked cauldron upon which we beat out melodies fit for making bears dance when we are trying to move the stars to pity.

Gustave Flaubert in Madame Bovary
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The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars.

Gustave Flaubert in Madame Bovary
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Human speech is a cracked cauldron on which we knock out tunes for dancing bears, when we wish to conjure pity from the stars.

Gustave Flaubert in Madame Bovary
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Mystic Rhythms

Words by neil peart, music by geddy lee and alex lifeson
So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know -- things I wonder
Things Id like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone --
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms -- under northern lights
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of whats beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms -- capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms -- under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar

song performed by by Rush
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The Broken Mirror

My life is almost over; that's a fact
Statistically derived but simply true;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And so reflects two, three, or more, that lack
Cohesion. Which one's goal shall I pursue—
My life is almost over; that's a fact—

In time remaining? Luggage largely packed,
Past boxed and crated, little left to do,
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked

And won't be fixed and always did refract
The one before it into at least two.
My life is almost over; that's a fact,

But life cannot be lived in the abstract
And begs for certainties that it once knew:
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked;

I look away in search of the exact;
Nights melt the shadow shrinking from my view;
I look into the mirror, but it's cracked.
My life is almost over; that's my fact.

poem by David Berman
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Mystic Rythms

So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know, Things I wonder
Thins I'd like to say.
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or the African sun
Primitive things stir the hearts of everyone.
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way.
Mystic rhythms, under city lights
Or a canopy of stars.
We feel the powers and we wonder what they are.
Mystic rhythms, capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms, under northern lights
Or a canopy of start
We feel the push and pull of restless rhythms from afar.

song performed by by Rush
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Mystic Rhythm

So many things I think about
When I look far away
Things I know - things I wonder
Things I'd like to say
The more we think we know about
The greater the unknown
We suspend our disbelief
And we are not alone -
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Mysteries of night
Escape the light of day
Mystic rhythms - under northern lights
Or the African Sun
Primitive things stir
The hearts of everyone
We sometimes catch a window
A glimpse of what's beyond
Was it just imagination
Stringing us along?
More things than are dreamed about
Unseen and unexplained
We suspend our disbelief
And we are entertained
Mystic rhythms - capture my thoughts
And carry them away
Nature seems to spin
A supernatural way
Mystic rhythms - under city lights
Or a canopy of stars
We feel the powers
And we wonder what they are
We feel the push and pull
Of restless rhythms from afar

song performed by by Rush
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Dance and Music

when I am in happy mood with no bounding,
I always do dance with beautiful surrounding,
I accompanies air for a classy moment,
I enjoy the rhythm happily to reach the firmament,
I hang around with smile to value music & dance,
To enjoy happily, I never miss a chance.

And

And, when I suffer from pain,
I tap my feet so fast again,
Sometimes, eyes accompany tears,
I dance in front of mirror to make myself cheers,
Music and Dance both try to reduce my sorrow,
I really enjoy it from yesterday to today and till tomorrow.

Really

Yep, music make it worth to all the feelings,
Tears, pain, gladness, happiness - all have unique dealings.
with dance & music - Some are entertained & some are entertaining,
Music, Dance and mood varies from pain to the moment of raining,
Dance alone or dance with your partner,
Music and Dance will make you forget where you were.

Oh yeah

They take to you in another world,
Where you may fly like a bird,
Where you can express your feelings with ease,
They are truly mood accompanies's keys.
Loved the music and loved even more for dancing,
some enjoy singing, some by dancing and some by glancing.

poem by Tanveer Sharma
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As long as its music

Please play me a symphony
Make a simple cheerful harmony
Please play me a chord from a guitar
For me, it does not matter
If I’m the only audience of your theatre

Give me some instrumental vibes
All rhythms and tunes are musically ripe
There is no need to take precaution
While playing the Banjo or flamenco percussion

As long as its music
We can all heal
As long as its music
We can all feel
We can sing out our hearts and soul
We can let this music take control

Please play me the drums
We can sing or we can hum
Please play me a CD or a hit record
We could sing to the tunes of an ipod

With the sounds of music we can compose a song
Maybe sing to the town’s bells chiming ding-dong
Please play me the sweet keys of a piano
Hit a sweet note that is a major or minor

As long as its music
We can all heal or cry
As long as its music
We can all feel or fly high
And I will be lost in your voice and eyes
Holding on to each minute that flies

Whatever sounds or instruments
I shall feel good in the moment
Please play me a note from a flute
Those peaceful sounds tend to soothe

I want to hear sweet, sweet music
Choose your lyrics, take your pick
My heart will dance, till she is weak
Get out that guitar, acoustic or electric

Please play me the violins of an orchestra night
String me some melodies in broad daylight
And we can rap to melodious sense or crap
While our feet’s playfully tap, tap and tap

As long as its music
We can dance along the shore
As long as its music
We can all take to the dance floor
And I say once more, once more!
As long as its music, I will only ask for more

poem by Sylvia Chidi
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Tango

The beginning is timid

time has no limit.

magic movements are slow,

we dance the tango of love.

It's the music of feelings,

bliss and passion revealing,

dance of flight and explosion

of hidden love.

The beginning is timid

and is not so vivid,

then it turns into wild

and grasping dance.

We go deep into music,

plunge ourselves into tango,

flow together in movements,

in the rhythms of love.

You throw down the gauntlet

and I gently accept it,

then resign or surrender

as I love to be flown.

Your glance strikes like a dagger,

then it looks like a beggar,

then it turns into covert

and shifts aside.

Step....3 more.... and I wonder

if the next step is a thunder

or it will slightly blow

just like a breeze.

Glamor rhythms of tango,

languid music of passion,

I am out of fashion

and lose my head.

Our thoughts and emotions

on the verge of explosion,

on the verge of insanity

of crazy love.

Tango waked up a volcano

singing songs Italiano,

flaming love and desire

of two in love.

We dance the tango of passion

which is out of fashion

turning time to eternity

and the beauty of love.

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)

poem by Larisa Rzhepishevska
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Canadian Folksong

The doors are shut, the windows fast;
Outside the gust is driving past,
Outside the shivering ivy clings,
While on the hob the kettle sings.
Margery, Margery, make the tea,
Singeth the kettle merrily.

The streams are hushed up where they flowed,
The ponds are frozen along the road,
The cattle are housed in shed and byre,
While singeth the kettle on the fire.
Margery, Margery, make the tea,
Singeth the kettle merrily.

The fisherman on the bay in his boat
Shivers and buttons up his coat;
The traveler stops at the tavern door,
And the kettle answers the chimney’s roar.
Margery, Margery, make the tea,
Singeth the kettle merrily.

The firelight dances upon the wall,
Footsteps are heard in the outer hall;
A kiss and a welcome that fill the room,
And the kettle sings in the glimmer and gloom.
Margery, Margery, make the tea,
Singeth the kettle merrily.

poem by William Wilfred Campbell
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Bodhran

I vibrate to your measure
and undulate my tones to your touch.
My skin bears decorations
echoing an ancient poet's culture.
Soft steps I govern
as my cadence bears witness
To the rigid rhythms
of kilted dancers.
I join my voice to melodies
shared in smoky pubs and parlors.
My high pitched comrades
squeezed and bowed
recite the tales
while I lay reasons below
in counterpoint and base notes.

poem by B.V. Dahlen
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A Dance For Relief!

Dancing is an art that makes one forget all worries;
Dancing to a tune relieves one a while from tensions;
Dancing according to music makes one really free!
Dancing and singing make one enjoy pleasure fine.

Dancing, singing and playing music makes one divine!
Shaking of body, hands and legs beautifully is dance;
Sake dance, break dance, clap dance are all real fun!
Dancing makes one healthy and beautiful life long!

Dancing is a balancing art as the Stars do in the Universe!
Dancing for balance is beauty that attracts all to dance
And make the company joyous to forget time and worries.
So, man visualized God as Divine Lord of Dance to dance!

Dancing, singing and playing music is a wonderful art
Poetry has prompted man to visualize and realize in life!

poem by Ramesh T A
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Hit Music

Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio
When you dance with me we dance forever
All night long to your favourite
Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio
When you dance with me we dance forever
All night long to the latest song
Live a lie, dance together
All night long to your favourite
Hit music
Hit music
Ive been working hard all day
To pay the bills I have to pay
Dont have the strength to work all night
Or fight until its almost light
Music on the radio
D-dance music at the disco
Live a lie dance together
All night long to your favourite song
Live and die, its all that we know
I need a friend at the journeys end
Hit music, in stereo
Its all about love, and its about forgetting
Choose a song when the nights too long
We all need love and we want protection
I need a friend at the journeys end
In kensington, or spanish harlem
All night long to your desperate
Hit music on the radio
Music at the disco
Hit music on the radio
Hit music on the radio

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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The White Dance

1. Music again is heard.
The pianist stood up to name a dance.
And in the view of all
I go to You to have now my chance.

R.: I ask today for dancing only You, and You from all.
And that's not a mistake, that a dance is waltz.
Like a wind whirl the dance will turn us,
Oh, this white dance will surely serve us,
If it will make us real friends tonight.

2. Waltz fly above the earth,
Kind as a friend, and white as a snow.
May be this waltz for long
We shall remember in our thoughts.

R.

song, music by David Tukhmanov, lyrics by I. Shaferan, translated by Lyudmila Purgina
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Hooked Up

Written by jay kay and toby smith
Im so glad I got you hooked up on my drug
Everybody dance to the music
Are you felling well now you caught this bug
Everybody dance to the music
Think last time I took an overdose
Come on dance to the music
Made me realise I came too close
I bet ya wished youd danced to the music, music, music, music.
Death can seem to bear no relevance,
Bet you wished you dance to the music
What you want to do is kill yourself
Still dont dance to the music
I can look at you and hear you scream
Come on dance to the music
And you tell me that your needles clean
Come on dance dance........
Come on now dance to the music
I need it. need it. need it. (repeat)
Dont you get hooked up
Cos music is the drug
Dont you get hooked up
(repeat)

song performed by by Jamiroquai
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If You Hurt Me

if you hurt me
i will not complain
that is too
common neither will
i retaliate
that is too human
neither will i make
a scheme for
your eventual destruction
that is too
rude, or crude art
of survival

something divine
sparks within our
hearts

no vengeance
plain understanding
why one
wants to hurt and why
one must not
exact vengeance
or demand
justice anymore

God knows best.
This is cliche. And i
am taking it.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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American Pie

A long long time ago I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile
And I knew that if I had my chance
I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

Did you write the book of love
And do you have faith in God above
If the Bible tells you so
Now do you believe in rock 'n roll
And can music save your mortal soul
And can you teach me how to dance real slow

Well

song performed by by Madonna from The Next Best Thing Soundtrack
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