Heavens Jazz Note
Sitting under the moonlight with a beer in my hand
Drunken cries of disoriented ghouls arrange a formidable band
Music without soul sung by those dejected lost souls
Intoxication cannot stop the blood from gushing out of my ears
The sound a ballad of pain a sonata of ones fears
Demons fly above me laughing with infinite jeers
I throw my beer to the ground and panic with disbelief
I gain enough strength to run but the earth begins to fall underneath
And then a golden horn falls down from darkened skies
Lands into my hands and illuminates all in front of my eyes
The trumpet commences to play a triumphant tune
One fit for royalty seated in an alluring room
Gone is the sound of Satan's choir, no longer that impression of doom
But the most glorious melody eradicates the gloom
The skies are now paradise as the sun shines on my face
I thank that jazz note from heaven for allowing this grace
poem by Sam Edison
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Hymn 164
The end of the world.
Why should this earth delight us so?
Why should we fix our eyes
On these low grounds where sorrows grow,
And every pleasure dies ?
While time his sharpest teeth prepares
Our comforts to devour,
There is a land above the stars,
And joys above his power.
Nature shall be dissolved and die,
The sun must end his race,
The earth and sea for ever fly
Before my Savior's face.
When will that glorious morning rise?
When the last trumpet sound,
And call the nations to the skies,
From underneath the ground?
poem by Isaac Watts
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Sentimentality
Let us play music, any rhythm at hand.
Orchestral, some Jazz and a Rock'n'Roll Band.
Divas a-singing, their high notes so fine,
Love song and ballad... a poetical line.
Let there be romance with no sad goodbyes.
Just moonlight and roses and summertime skies.
Rich tenor and baritone, a sweet violin.
Sentimentality... 'Begin the Beguine'.
poem by Joyce Hemsley
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In Memoriam
TWO watchers sit beside the dead;
From hour to hour no prayer is said,
For they are dumb and he is dead;
And snows are curling round his head,
While God's white wings are overspread.
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None heard the sad heart's stifled cry—
None, save the two dogs sitting by,
And Him that watcheth in the sky.
It passed, that agonizing cry,
In gloom as deep as Calvary!
10
None saw the last look on that face
Where men once read such love and grace;
No hand was nigh to smooth the trace
Of anguish on that pallid face.
The patient hero wins the race
15
Alone in God's great dwelling-place.
Earth folded him with gentle hands
In Nature's whitest swathing-bands;
A snow-veil on his face and hands,
And silence on those northern lands.
20
Thro' cloud-rift in the west expands
A light from where God's temple stands.
The new-born soul in Paradise
Forgets the snow and wintry skies—
Forgets, in sunny Paradise,
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The dying body's agonies.
Lord, keep him till that form shall rise
To meet Thee coming in the skies!
poem by Frederick George Scott
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No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
...
song performed by by Scorpions
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The Perfect Storm
That sound... it falls all around us with such grace... yet you still hear it's cries upon the sand and stone... and when u think tht nothing could b more amazing... the skies light up with different shades of blue and grey.. thunder rumbles in the distance.... that sound... it's precious melody flowing through my heart and for that I feel as though I am at peace... as my minds at ease and my body is still... I lay there listening to the pitter patter of the rain... for it is The Perfect Storm
poem by Adela Myers
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Because, music is my eternal life.......
When there is a song about love
then the music does become a soul of my heart
When I hug the melody of music
then I feel the spirit of words, traveling with me
When the voice of music passes in the air
then my ears are listening to its harmony
When I close my eyes and feel the rhythm of its music
then I dream an angel of its music goes around me
Melody is my love and the eternal music is my life
The music has its own story that plays with amazing emotions
and I can hear its beautiful song with touching rhythms
Let it be symphony, classic, jazz or hard rock
but everyone loves music which has only one language
in this universe that has known as Sound of Music.
Anyone who has no interest themselves in music
is nothing but dead bodies on the ground.
Because music is my eternal life.
poem by Ravi Sathasivam
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Cold Beer, Women and Music
I like cold beer on a hot day
I like hot women on a cold day
I like music on a hot or cold day
I like to have cold beer in my pad
I like to have my women scantily clad
I like to have my music not bad
I like my cold beer enshrouded
I like my women endowed
I like my music loud
I like my cold beer in my right hand
I like my women tanned
I like my music close at hand
I like cold beer to unwind
I like women to dine
I like music to remind
I like cold beer with women
I like women with cold beer
I like cold beer and women with music
poem by Bill Kamen
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Staring At Sound/with You
I just don't want them to say,
"oh, it's a beautiful day."
Let's just not talk about the gloom.
Let's all go die in my living-room.
I want to be a movie-star,
And play the part of a man from outer-space.
When we meet, i'll fall in love with you.
And we have sex, but i don't know what to do (what to do).
I want to hear some band play,
A song that sounds just like you look.
And when they play, i'll follow them around,
Cause all i'd do is stare at the sound.
I'd just stare at the sound.
I'd just stare at the sound.
I'd just go.
Come on.
Hey.
What?
All that i know
Is my mind is blown.
When i'm with you.
When i'm with you. x5
When i'm...
song performed by by Flaming Lips
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Shards Of Glass
Two large full brown beer bottles
drunkenly thrown up into the night sky
among the libation begging darkness
covering a path of planted planned trees
arch intersect implode
in whoosh frothing braved beer
glass shards rain down from
magical impossibly dark night sky
offering to alcoholics dream
fools paradise rain down
a heaven on earth thirst quenched
paradise craved desire fulfilled
a hell on earth glass sky
full dew point grasp beer
alcoholic river rages intoxication life
every precious dropp shards mixed denied
poem by Terence George Craddock
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I've Got The Melody
You've got the music in your heart,
I know just how to make it start.
You know the song that makes me sing,
You know the tune, so play my strings.
'cause i've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but i'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
It sounds just like a symphony,
Something composed by you and me.
I hear the music that we make,
The sound of love is what it takes.
To coax out a melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't ever stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'cause if we sing together now,
We sing together now,
We sing, we sing.
(instrumental)
You've got the music in your heart,
I know just how to make it start.
You know the song that makes me sing,
You know the tune, so play, play, play.
I've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but i'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
Sing it together and love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't never, ever stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'cause if we sing together,
We sing together,
We sing, we sing.
(instrumental)
I've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but i'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody, let's sing the melody,
Let us sing it, come on sing it,
Don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony, let's add the harmony,
'cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight, let's sing the melody,
Let, let's sing it, let us sing it,
Don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony, let's add the harmony,
'cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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I've Got The Melody (Deep In My Heart)
You've got the music in your heart,
I know just how to make it start.
You know the song that makes me sing,
You know the tune, so play my strings.
'Cause I've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but I'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
It sounds just like a symphony,
Something composed by you and me.
I hear the music that we make,
The sound of love is what it takes.
To coax out a melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't ever stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'Cause if we sing together now,
We sing together now,
We sing, we sing.
(Instrumental)
You've got the music in your heart,
I know just how to make it start.
You know the song that makes me sing,
You know the tune, so play, play, play.
I've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but I'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
Sing it together and love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't never, ever stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'Cause if we sing together,
We sing together,
We sing, we sing.
(Instrumental)
I've got the melody deep in my heart,
I could sing it alone, but I'd rather not.
You've got the harmony deep in your soul,
If we sing it together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight from our hearts,
Let us sing it together, don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony straight from our souls,
'Cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody, let's sing the melody,
Let us sing it, come on sing it,
Don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony, let's add the harmony,
'Cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
Let's sing the melody straight, let's sing the melody,
Let, let's sing it, let us sing it,
Don't never, never, never stop.
Let's add the harmony, let's add the harmony,
'Cause if we sing together, our love will hold.
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Our Children (Paradise Lost)
Look at everything we have done
killing field's of paradise lost
nothing will be left here anymore
for us to carry on
our children weep forever more
Earth destroyed by our own hand
mountains fall, tremble to the sea
people now no longer free
now our children are all gone
was it worth the cost
Blood stain's left in the sand
memories of yesterday
washed away upon the shore
darkened behind clouds of gray
where our children use to play
paradise lost for sure
Dreams vanish in the night
do you still think it was right
when our children no longer
see the setting sun
fade into the horizon
like generations before
paradise now lost forever
Spiritwind-2010
poem by Spiritwind Wood
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The love For a Nephew
(His smile wide his teeth shining
as he stood with the bright guitar in his hand.)
As he lays in the casket some month later
all fancy and nice, he looks up to the stained glass windows
(The guitar so nice so strong
with its all mesmerizing sound)
the tears from the family friends and children
fall to the ground without a sound
(he looks into his uncles eyes
with joy with pride in his guitar)
the minister stands and reads the script
and he bows his head to the uncle who shall play
(He takes his pick from the case,
and strums the guritar with such grace)
the man with the guitar stands infront,
on stage ready to sing
(As he sits with his uncle
their guitars both in tune)
the man begins to play the song
that was once his nephews dream
(They sit and laugh at faults at trys
as their guitars play side by side)
pick in hand he strums the tune
and looks to the casket tears filling his eyes
(Their laughter filled the room with joy with love,
as the music came together like it was meant to be.)
half way through the tune becomes that afternoon a month ago.
the one with joy and laughter, the one with love.
(As the music slows and is perfected
they set down their guitars and embrace eachother)
The song comes to an end as the church fills with sobs,
with tears of sorrow of longing of loss
(They seperate and look at eachother with joy with faith,
as they sit down face to face)
He stands over his nephews coffin and whispers these soft words: 'I love you so, I love you true and this music will always belong to you'
~this is dedicated to Nightserf(from yahoo answers) whos nephew died of muscular dystrophy about 35 years ago, he wrote a peice of music with his nephew a month before his nephews death, and he played it in the middle of his nephews funeral. I do not know the personally so please don't tell me sorry~
poem by Bethany Maxwell
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Can you see God
Do you see God inside the rain,
Or when the sun shines on your face,
When birds are singing songs of praise,
Or only if you start to pray
Do you see God through skies that pour,
Does his presence leave you wanting more,
And when you're chained down to the floor,
Does God respond to desperate roars,
Do you see God when water falls,
When the fights so big and you're so small,
Or feel him when you start to stall,
And time times ten reject his call,
Do you see God through darkened clouds,
When waves so big you might just drown,
Does God exist when up is down,
When prayers seem to have no sound,
Do you see God through blurry skies,
Or violent winds and hurried lives,
And every time you start to lie,
Do you feel Gods piercing burning eyes,
Do you see God inside the storm,
When death has struck and heart is torn,
Do angels sing when you're re-born,
When you are lost do angels mourn,
Do you see God inside the rain,
When rain and pain are one and same,
When there are no more happy days,
Do you see God inside the pain
poem by Nathan Streango
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Water My Thirsty Soul
Can the rain fall from cloudless skies
Can your tears fall from hardened eyes
I cried out to the Lord, in my time of need
I prayed for the rain, my soul to feed
And my God, who is never far away
Opened up His heart as He listened to me pray
And from heaven on high He sent down the rain
There's a river of grace that's gonna wash away the pain
And out of my heart flows a river so deep
My once dry eyes they now continually weep
And everywhere the river flows there's grace from above
And everyone it touches they are filled with His love
This rain that falls, it falls from endless blue skies
It fills my empty heart and falls down from my eyes
The Lord Himself sent down the rain from above
And now the cloudless skies are filled with clouds of His love
So if it's rain your looking for, this moment, today
Wont you fall down on your knees and cry out and pray
The Lord of every rain dropp that falls down from above
Will sweep you down the river to an ocean of love
This ocean is boundless, its forever and a day
And in this sea of beauty you will hear the Lord say
I am the Father's tears that was shed from above
And I will carry you home across this ocean of love
poem by Frank McEleny
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Cinderella Dance
Listening to the sweet sound of music,
As I'm swaying back and forth,
Closing my eyes and visualizing a dance,
Remembering my once Cinderella dance at my celebration.
Sitting on the front porch swings of my house,
I remember that day like it was yesterday,
Remembering my father came in the hospital room,
With my boyfriend who brought me flowers.
The music comes on and I stand up smiling,
He takes me by the hands and twirls me around,
My dad stands by the door smiling as well,
And when the song is over - I take his hands and dance with him.
My father calls me beautiful as a tear comes down his face,
Knowing that I'm cured from cancer,
He kisses my forhead and I whipe the tear away,
Nurses come in with balloons and such and it becomes a huge parade.
After a few years - my father gives me away,
But knowing I'm cured he feels happy as I whipe a tear coming down his face,
I kiss him on his cheek and he hands me to my boyfriend soon to be husband,
And we go off to our happily ever after.
As I begin to open my eyes,
I start to realize that my heart begins to hurt,
I fall to the ground,
And all I remember was everything went dark.
Doctors say they can't do anything,
So as I go up to heaven,
It's with my father and I dancing,
Over and over - to my Cinderella dance.
poem by Alicia Meyers
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Anarchy ii
I have been searching all this while;
miles n miles,
I know not where i lost my smiles...
My heart's been over brimmed with fears;
years n years,
Oh God! where i have lost my tears...
My soul's been groping since the birth;
on skies n earth,
I'm flustered where i lost my mirth...
I daily shriek to shake the skies;
twice n thrice,
do try to cry, but where are cries...
I have been trying to kill the pain;
but all in vain,
M y God distill some blessed rain...
O Lord! do help me change my mind;
You Just n Kind!
so rest n peace my soul may find...
poem by Shahzia Batool
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The Thief On The Cross
Three crosses rose on Calvary against the iron sky,
Each with its living burden, each with its human cry.
And all the ages watched there, and there were you and I.
One bore the God incarnate, reviled by man's disdain,
Who through the woe he suffered for our eternal gain
With joy of infinite loving assuaged his infinite pain.
On one the thief repentant conquered his cruel doom,
Who called at last on Christ and saw his glory through the gloom.
For him after the torment souls of the blest made room.
And one the unrepentant bore, who his harsh fate defied.
To him, the child of darkness, all mercy was denied;
Nailed by his brothers on the cross, he cursed his God and died.
Ah, Christ, who met in Paradise him who had eyes to see,
Didst thou not greet the other in hell's black agony ?
And if he knew thy face, Lord, what did he say to thee?
poem by Harriet Monroe
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Perhaps Today
Perhaps today, in the open sky above beyond the oceans gentle shore,
Perhaps today, from the clouds above we will hear that Blessed horn.
For the Church will hear the angel shout and the trumpet call of God,
And all alive in Christ will be lifted from this earth's lowly sod,
Perhaps today, we'll see the very one who has been Eternally Adored,
Perhaps today, up in the clouds we'll meet our Glorious Blessed Lord.
For those who died in Christ shall rise first at that Glorious sound,
Their bodies to be resurrected as they're extracted from the ground.
Perhaps today, through His Mighty Power and His Loving Eternal Grace,
Perhaps today, with all who went before us we'll see His Loving face.
When we hear the trumpet we know that we are at the end of the race,
We will share the prize and see The Author and Finisher of our faith.
Perhaps today, when the Glorious Trumpet of our God above resounds,
Perhaps today, with all of our loved ones we'll be up in the clouds.
Regarding the rapture we shouldn't stay quiet according to The Word,
Paul says encourage one another and share with all who haven't heard.
Perhaps today, in the twinkling of an eye we'll see heaven's portal,
Perhaps today, this earthly body will be changed into one immortal.
As you long for His return and you ponder for the right words to say,
The words in your heart will burn as you openly reply Perhaps today.
The Blues, The Jazz, The City
The city is jazz under neon lights
The jazz is blues stoned
And the city never forgets this
Like the heart never forgets to pulse
And the stars never forget to shine in the night
But it takes jazz to move it, to move it all
So the jazz is the beat that always burns
So the heavens continue to shine on and shine all
The jazz soothes the souls of the children
Though the city is old, the jazz is young
Thus the jazz, fast and heavy, radiates the city
She returns her to her ember glow in night
The city is high on the hill and low in the valley
She is the heart, the blessed nectar, the blossom shower
The jazz glows in prosperous tombs
She serves the crashing wave of the monsoon, to the city's bay, to the ancient harbor, across bold rivers, to lakes nestled in the safety of moors and battlefields, and sings to the forest and soaks the timber and every reborn city is cloaked in the fingertip of jazz
Since jazz destroys and creates, it is the fire, and so the smoke rises higher
Hark the newborn guff of jazz
The baptized funeral pyre
Hench jazz is the gospel, the good news
She returns though, always to the blues
Love the blue lady, her old cracked voice
The blues, the jazz, and the lady unite
To the bravery of her song she sang to the evil eyes of the Kodak dragon whose hair in the hiding bear under masks of hatred
The jealous lair, the haunt of despair
And jazz shines on, they can't stop her
The lady of the city sings to the farm
No choir can match the timbre of the lady
My first love,
She shines on for me when I am sad, through me in melancholy
And we join in joy, the lady sees all, feels all, and sings on
Rambunctious be the lady, the city, the blues
Who beat for hearts at night
From the slide trombone, the tut-tut-tut of the mighty snare
The brass milieu for brighter days and neon lights
The whimper
The whimper of the stand-up bass, who carries the beat, the jazz, the blues, the night
In your arms I am safe and sound, the sounds who hold me tight
And above all, upon the highest peak, the great black giants, the black hands and breath of jazz, food for the soul and fodder, who inspire all in the world
But the two giants upon the highest mountain compete for the night and walk away friends as we do
They too are the shine, the noble sheen, and while the lady sings, they dance, the boozers hound and prance, the lovers kneel and romance and the giants push the pebbles from beneath their mountain feet
Who knows how many souls the jazz saved, but I know she saved mine
The giants, trumpet and sax, and even the sweet other of New Orleans, a trumpet and voice, a demigod, and every other band and face and time
So the jazz soothed them too to be saved, as they played, we all played, and jazz shines for the night
And Jack drew the map in sketches, he saw the jazz, but the jazz sees all, and saves all who smile upon her because she loves all, but can only save those who hear her call because she is human
She is so human
She is the city of light of darkest night
But most of all I think on the lady
The lady is the city, sitting pretty, in a jam
The jam
The beat
The jazz
The lady
The city
The blues
Pushed forward by strongest beat, what a feat, and the children eat their meat
And meet those they should, the jazz rumbles on, singing the song, nothing wrong
And the lady smiles always because she is the beat of my heart, my soul
She blooms my flower
She waves my sound
She smiles
Smiles
The lady
With her cracked somber voice of the blues, the city, and jazz
She the great bell, cracked, she chimes for liberty, she chimes for freedom of the endless soul she saves
And the giants steamroll her, the angel ember young
And she flies in heaven where she belongs, singing for the city, the blues, the jazz
And love
poem by Jay Bradley
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