The Soloist
Our existence,
the one of he and I,
is only but a vocal aneurysm-
a harmony in discord.
Have you allowed your observance to grow cold upon me?
The embedded scratches on wallpaper
consume the sound of decadence,
but I am unabashed,
because it is growing!
Within me,
this gentle ballad is echoing!
How I long for you,
Sweet Madrigal,
to steady your thaws
across my pursed lips-
to sharpen the broken rhythms,
and repair the punctured notes,
until I am fully rooted- the gypsy within me
claimed.
and I can't help that i come apart,
feeling the shiver's vibration
before he learns of its creation-
but you know, as I know,
that I am no one's only bride.
The music stops...
Have you abandoned me?
For I can no longer hear the tentativeness of your cry.
poem by April Michelle Wolverton
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Harmony With Darkness
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
And sip on agonies that leave you drained.
The dripping of them from your lips...
Disappoint with those expectations,
You neither receive nor get!
From the exposure of it!
It is clearly known you want this shown.
While secluding your delusions.
Although standards you maintain...
Have strained relationships,
You once had gained.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness!
A tune sung and kept reminisced.
You are in harmony with darkness!
And plugged you are...
Right into it!
It is extremely clear,
You travel with discomfort.
That you alone have invited into your home.
And it is kept pampered like a loyal devoted pet.
One you expect to shower you with misery.
From Sunrise to Sunset!
You are in harmony with darkness.
And you've name it 'Eminent'.
Isn't it...
Eminent?
You are in harmony with darkness.
And it is permanently,
Un-resisted.
There is an unhappiness kept self inflicted.
Your treasure chest of gifts,
You have allowed restricted!
They've become diminished like heirlooms replaced.
With a pawning done...
And etched upon your saddened face!
You are in harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness,
Is permanently un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Harmony with darkness.
Eminent.
Isn't it?
Your harmony with darkness.
Permanently,
Un-resisted!
Oh oh oh oooh!
In harmony with darkness.
Eminent,
Isn't it!
Your harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
Harmony with darkness...
Is allowed to sit un-resisted.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Small communities grow great through harmony, great ones fall to pieces through discord.
Harmony (feat. Kenny Loggins)
Clint Black & Kenny Loggins
With the rivers running to the sky
To rain across the land
Our children's children's sands of time
Are slipping through our hands.
Take heed in what's become of Eden
You and me, from seed to seed
Just how does your garden grow?
It's likely only Heaven knows.
Harmony -- From the very start
Weren't we changing it?
Don't we all agree, that in every part
We're more than rearranging harmony.
Do we move the mountains that we climb
Just because we're here?
Can we show the forests to the blind
To see the trees we clear?
And if Mother Nature holds her ground
And our seeds are still around
Will we watch our garden grow
To something only Heaven knows?
Harmony -- We're the only one's
Who can't live in it
Everything and everyone
Can get along in every way in harmony.
Harmony -- From the very start
Weren't we changing it?
Dont we all agree that in every part
We're more than rearranging harmony.
Chorus:
I believe it's gonna be
When everybody here can sing along
Singin' in harmony
Stand on up, say the word
Together, all of our voices can be heard
Everybody knows the key
To livin' in harmony.
Take heed in what's become of Eden
You and me, from seed to seed
Just how does your garden grow?
It's likely only Heaven knows.
Harmony -- We all just have to believe
Don't we all agree, that in every part
We're more than rearranging harmony.
Chorus:
I believe it's gonna be
When everybody here can sing along
Singin' in harmony
(Stand on up, I believe)
I believe in harmony
I believe
(Ooo, I believe, everybody knows)
Say the word, harmony (Stand on up)
I know we can do it now
I believe, I believe in harmony
Yeah, harmony
Everybody knows the key
To livin' in harmony...
song performed by by Clint Black
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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Its Goin Down
[intro]
I knew I was being threatened
Do you think its worth holding out
I mean Ive heard some pretty ugly things about those guys
Ugly stories
(electric guitar starts)
Watch them flee.. watch them flee *scratches*
Rap up *scratches*
Watch them flee *scratches*
Hip-hop hits *scratches*
And you do it like this
(mike shinoba)
[verse 1]
Its going down
The rhythm projects round the next sound
Reflects the complex hybrid dialect now
Detect the mesh of many elements compressed down
The melting pot of a super-futureesque style
The combination of a vocal caress
With lungs that gasp for breath
From emotional stress
With special effects
And a distorted collage
Carefully lodged between beats of rhythmic barrage
[pre-chorus](2x)
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(mike shinoba)
[verse 2]
Once again it is
Composed sentences all together venomous
The four elements of natural force
Projected daily through the sound of the source
Everybody on board with this blend
The sword with the pen
The mightiest is the weapons
Swinging right from the chin
The elevate of mental states
Long gone with the wind
To defend men for shoddy imitation pretends
Its going down
Stalence emulation readily
Trekking through the weaponry
Of the pure pedigree
Cleverly seeing through whatever is ahead of me
Whatever the weather be
We invent the steadily
Its going down to sub-terrestrial high
I rhyme regiment thats calling the shots
Execution of collaborative plots
Ready to bring the separation of style to a stop
[pre-chorus]
Its going down
The logical progression on a the timeline
The separation narrowed down to a fine line
To blur the edges so they blend together properly
Take you on an audible odyssey
Now its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
(x-ecutioners)
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Yo its request only *scratches*
X-men bout to blast of world wide *scratches*
Its built from scratch
Album in stores soon
bout to blast off world wide *scratches*
And you do it like this
Its going down
[chorus](2x)
Put put.. put it up *scratches*
I said it goes like this *scratches*
And you do it like this *scratches*
Its going down
Like this...
song performed by by X-Ecutioners
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Chat Room For Lonely People
Thoughts are the very essence
Of human existence
Even though they sometimes create discord
Whether you express them via your vocal cords
Or through your keyboard
When you are bored.
Didn't folks used to have rooms
Called drawing rooms?
But now all that is left
Is our 'privacy' of which we are bereft.
So, instead of drawing rooms
We have chat rooms
For lonely people
Who would like to chat with friendly people.
poem by Lonely People Champion
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I Grow Old
I grow old I should feel the cold
I grow old I should have grey hair
I grow old I should sit and stare
I grow old I should have false teeth
I grow old I should have poor sight
I grow old I should forget to write
I grow old I should have aches and pains
I grow old I should 'stroll down memory lane'
I grow old I should walk with a stick
But as I grow old I KICK ASS!
And that's about it!
poem by Yvette Smith
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Opposition brings concord. Out of discord comes the fairest harmony.
quote by Heraclitus
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Harmony (From" Harmony")
Harmony
Unforgettable harmony
Harmony
First there was harmony
And there was rhyme
This was our time
Harmony
Did we have harmony
And that's just about all we had!
Suddenly
A little harmony
And the poverty's not so bad
Thin, we were
Poor as sin in berlin, we were!
Patches on our pants
Mercif'lly, when you're in harmony
You're in a trance
Others went marching
Not us, we'd dance
No one in grodnogubernia
Ever learned to dance like this!
Spoken:
(Believe it or not I was a rabbi before all this started!
In grodnogubernia yet!)
If you're in grodnogubernia
Tell em', this you shouldn't miss!
Harmony
All arm in arm were we
Well, except when the punches flew
Squabbles, sure
But squabbles don't endure
When there's harmony in the brew
Then did we
Oh, so splendidly blend, did we
Like a spell had come
It was clear
My pals and I could hear
A different drum
Outside they hollered!
But we hadharmony!
In this joint
All encounters with counterpoint
End in harmony
And it's clear
No man's a solo here
Not even me
No solo mio!
No we've got harmony!
When we've got harmony
Then just maybe we've got a chance
Harmony, the best is harmony!
And the rest is a song and dance!
Where you find
You're in harmony
There you find
Shelter in a storm
Every note
A button on the coat
That keeps you warm
Stars have the heavens
But we've got harmony!
Harmony!
Harmony!
Harmony!
Troubles disappear
And what you feel is what you hear
Not what you see!
Yes, first there was
Harmony!
song performed by by Barry Manilow
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Maverick Voyages
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
Maverick voyages have been declared annoyances!
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an acceptance of diversity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an empathy for those in need.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an equality of all humanity.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is an honesty believed or released.
Not connecting or allowed,
Is a hope that is wished!
However...
Balled fists prepared to strike and hit,
Is allowed to connect and inflict...
More hatred.
More resentment.
More bitterness...
Sitting in between grinding teeth that grit and spit!
Until all goodness felt,
Has been lifted to leave...
A mass obsession,
Depressed in aggressive anger!
Startling is the absence of vision.
It is clear these maverick voyages...
Have aborted from specifics.
It is as if an advancement towards the horizon,
Has been legislated to be dismissed.
And debating this,
Has led to retaliation.
And a resistance against its existence.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Medicine to produce health must examine disease; and music, to create harmony must investigate discord.
Grow
Grow.
Difficult it is.
And in the doing,
It is magical too.
If you,
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
Slow and determine,
To acquire knowledge.
And not upon it sit.
Become more inquisitive...
About life as it exists.
Don't permit,
Given criticisms to stop your quest.
The more that is learned,
The more of them...
May just manifest.
Grow.
It will become easy to be embittered,
By all that appears stagnant.
But a patience that develops,
Will within you begin to navigate...
Over obstacles and things that irritate.
You can and will,
Grow.
Show it with defined purpose.
Grow.
Don't fear ignorance.
Grow.
Overcome it like hopping a fence.
You can and will,
Grow.
Don't sit and bemoan your fate.
Grow.
Ignorance is not bliss.
Grow,
Ignorance can twist,
An unconscious mind into bits!
You can and will,
Grow.
Like a flower that blooms.
And reaches towards the sky.
Grow.
Do not deny it as life passes you by!
Grow.
Learn to fly and soar!
You can and will,
Grow.
Make opportunities for yourself,
And unlock...
All of those locked up doors,
You allowed to close before.
You can and will,
Grow.
Difficult it is.
Grow.
And in the doing.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
It is magical too.
Grow.
If you decide to...
Grow.
Grow.
Grow.
Allow yourself to grow.
And not gloat upon your sensitivities.
With emotions on your sleeve to show.
You can and will,
Grow!
And let that be your mission.
Grow.
Knowing it is your ammunition.
Grow.
You can and will,
Grow.
Grow.
Grow!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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I Should Be Allowed To Think
I saw the best minds of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I saw the worst bands of my generation
Applied by magic marker to dry wall
I should be allowed to shoot my mouth off
I should have a call in show
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim, one occurs to me
If necessary, leave paper stains on the grey utility pole
I am not allowed
To ever come up with a single original thought
I am not allowed
To meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me
I was the worst hope of my generation
Destroyed by madness, starving, hysterical
I should be allowed to share my feelings
I should be allowed to feel
I should be allowed to glue my poster
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
I should be allowed to think
And I should be allowed to blurt the merest idea
If by random whim one occurs to me
But sadly, this can never be
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
I am not allowed to think (I am not allowed to think)
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Love Consuming
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Second of the day
I wonder at His glory that is
a woman and ask who is
She that walks so proudly?
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Dream I dream
You walk through me like
A chill on winters eve. I see
You but I am but a shade
Unto you
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Breathe I take
You are the forest to my trees
That hide me from your sight.
We dance the dance of the
Stars and thoughts of you
Consume me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Death I die
Her being, her beauty burns
Through me. I died in her
Passing when she smiled unto
Me
Thoughts of you consume me
Hold power over me every
Kiss you kiss me...
poem by Leonid Gonzalez
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I Grow Old
i grow old, i grow old
i shall wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled
and steal from TS Eliot
thinking no-one knows
i grow old, i grow old
i shall cease to do what i am told
and stay in bed till sunset
when the weather gets too cold
i grow old, i grow old
i shall only wear my crumpled clothes
and look disdainfully at others
when they roll up their nose
i grow old, i grow old
i shall watch events unfold
and take a greater pleasure
in an elder statesman role.
i grow old, i grow old
i shall never play lawn bowls
and never will watch cricket
that's too boring for the soul.
i grow old, i grow old
but i shall never be so bold
as to admonish others
when my views they do not hold.
poem by David Keig
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Sleeping on the Ceiling
It is so peaceful on the ceiling!
It is the Place de la Concorde.
The little crystal chandelier
is off, the fountain is in the dark.
Not a soul is in the park.
Below, where the wallpaper is peeling,
the Jardin des Plantes has locked its gates.
Those photographs are animals.
The mighty flowers and foliage rustle;
under the leaves the insects tunnel.
We must go under the wallpaper
to meet the insect-gladiator,
to battle with a net and trident,
and leave the fountain and the square
But oh, that we could sleep up there...
poem by Elizabeth Bishop
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So what is discord at one level of your being is harmony at another level.
quote by Alan Watts
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Singularity
The singularity swirls in on itself,
Tangling time and space in the one,
Confined moment of discord and harmony—
The rapture of restraint,
The chaos of release,
The catharsis of imploding manifests
Of desire.
poem by Tim Stensloff
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Am I Allowed
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To want my own needs?
Am I allowed
Not to beg or borrow.
Am I allowed
Not to be deceived,
By who those that I know
Are low, lazy and shallow?
Am I allowed
My own company?
Am I allowed
To float or row my boat?
And,
Am I allowed
To see what I see,
Who it is that show
Not which way to go?
Am I allowed
To wish not to breathe?
Am I allowed
To skip over tomorrow?
And,
Am I allowed
Not to believe,
Who it is that speaks.
Or,
Whom everybody follows?
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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When Everybodys Happy
Can you imagine
The world at peace
What would it be like
Can you imagine
Such harmony
And what will happen
When everybodys happy
But me
Can you imagine
This headache I have
Writing this song
Can you imagine
The storm inside
And the quiet
When everybodys happy
But me
I think that I would really
Like to love
Give and receive
I pray that my spirit
May rise above
And Ill live a good life
When everybodys happy
But me
Gordon gano: vocal, guitar, violin
Brian ritchie: upright bass
Guy hoffman: drums, percussion, vocal
Recorded and mixed by david vartanian at dvs perversion room, milwuakee, wi
gorno music reprinted with permission
song performed by by Violent Femmes
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