The Sound Of Grecian Music
The sound of Grecian music where the Greek diners eat
From the Athenian restaurant it floats across the street
And a beautiful Greek songstress with the music sings along
One could listen to the music and the singer all night long.
Greek music and Greek poetry is in a class of it's own
And the legends of Greek history by history not outgrown
And there is life in Greek music it has a bubbling sound
It makes you want to shake your feet and to it dance around.
And when the diners have drunk and eaten the dining tables are put away
And the dancers will be dancing till the small hours of the new day
They sing as they dance in a Greek ring around the timbered floor
And enjoy themselves as the Greeks do for three hours or even more.
The marvellous sound of Grecian music from the Athenian restaurant nearby
Is food to the soul and senses and something to enjoy
To the quiet street on a friday night such happiness they bring
Till the small hours of the morning they laugh and dance and sing.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Poseidonians
The Poseidonians forgot the Greek language
after so many centuries of mingling
with Tyrrhenians, Latins, and other foreigners.
The only thing surviving from their ancestors
was a Greek festival, with beautiful rites,
with lyres and flutes, contests and wreaths.
And it was their habit toward the festival's end
to tell each other about their ancient customs
and once again to speak Greek names
that only few of them still recognized.
And so their festival always had a melancholy ending
because they remebered that they too were Greeks,
they too once upon a time were citizens of Magna Graecia;
and how low they'd fallen now, what they'd become,
living and speaking like barbarians,
cut off so disastrously from the Greek way of life.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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Please do not break my little Christmas tree
I hung my loved ones photographs over there.
Oh! They are very far away, on the top
My beloved and myself of teary eyes tangled with jingle bells.
Oh! My Landlord gatecrashed, the Greek,
I nicknamed him as 'Socrates'
He called me on my pseudonym 'Don'.
'Merry Christmas' We both greeted simultaneously.
Secretly I winked to my wife tune the radio little louder
There the music of 'Zorba's dance' goes on.
And I offered him a Greek drink 'Ouzo'.
He had two gulps faster and we danced together to the tune of Zorba.
He left with a friendly smile and thank God he didn't grumble of the rent this time.
I murmured to myself 'Long live my Greek God'.
* To the President, I dreamed him last night he disguised as a Santa Claus and distributed some leaflets door to door regarding the health care reform it seems.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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D. M. S. R.
Everybody, get on the floor
What the helld u come here 4?
Girl it aint no use, u might as well get loose
Work your body like a whore
Say everybody -- get on the beat
Were gonna show u mothers how 2 scream
People everywhere, loosen up your hair
Take a deeper breath and sing along with me, yes
Are u ready?
Everybody everybody ooh (ooh), alright (alright), dance music sex romance
Oh, everybody say ooh (ooh), alright (alright), dance music sex romance
Everybody (everybody) -- loosen up
Shake it like u just dont care (shake it like u just dont care)
Nevermind your friends, girl it aint no sin
2 strip right down 2 your underwear
I say everybody (everybody) -- screw the masses
We only want 2 have some fun (have some fun)
I say do whatever we want, wear lingerie 2 a restaurant
Police aint got no gun, u dont have 2 run
Everybody ooh (ooh), alright (alright), dance music sex romance
Everybody say ooh (ooh), alright (alright), dance music sex romance, oh
Everybody clap your hands now
All the white people clap your hands on the four now
One two three, one two three, one two three, one two three, listen 2 me
I dont wanna be a poet
cuz I dont wanna blow it
I dont care 2 win awards
All I wanna do is dance
Play music sex romance
And try my best 2 never get bored
If u feel all right lemme hear u scream
Somebody say dance (dance), music (music),
Sex (sex), romance (romance)
Somebody say dance (dance), music (music),
Sex (sex), romance (romance)
Everybody say dance (dance), music (music),
Sex (sex), romance (romance)
Everybody say dance (dance), music (music),
Oh say sex (sex), romance (romance)
Everybody dance (dance), music (music),
Everybody say sex (sex), romance (romance) ((d.m.s.r.))
Everybody dance (dance), music (music),
Sex(sex), romance (romance) ((d.m.s.r.))
Alright
Jamie starrs a thief
Its time 2 fix your clock
Vanity 6 is so sweet
No u can all take a bite of my purple rock, can we stop?
Are u ready? (hey!)
Everybody sing this song now, ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Everybody sing it, ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Negroes say ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Puerto ricans say it, ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Everybody sing this song, ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
All the white people in the house say ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Japanese say 1 time ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Everybody sing together, say ooh (ooh), alright (alright),
Dance music sex romance
Somebody call the police (somebody call the police!)
Say ooh, ooh, yeah (help me! someone please help me! somebody help me)
song performed by by Prince
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A Prince from Western Libya
Aristomenis, son of Menelaos,
the Prince from Western Libya,
was generally liked in Alexandria
during the ten days he spent there.
As his name, his dress, modest, was also Greek.
He received honors gladly,
but he did not solicit them; he was unassuming.
He bought Greek books,
especially history and philosophy.
Above all he was a man of few words.
It got around that he must be a profound thinker,
and men like that naturally don't speak very much.
He was neither a profound thinker nor anything else—
just a piddling, laughable man.
He assumed a Greek name, dressed like the Greeks,
learned to behave more or less like a Greek;
and all the time he was terrified he would spoil
his reasonably good image
by coming out with barbaric howlers in Greek
and the Alexandrians, in their usual way,
would make fun of him, vile people that they are.
This was why he limited himself to a few words,
terribly careful of his syntax and pronunciation;
and he was driven almost out of his mind, having
so much talk bottled up inside him.
poem by Constantine P. Cavafy
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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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Awhatthef..kia
'What ho? There ain't no bears down here, '
Said Robert Falcon Scott,
'I'll call it Anobearia.'
Back in acadamia
They translated it to Greek,
Called the place Antarctica,
That's still the name we speak.
What a shame he didn't honour
The flightless polar bird
And call it Apenguinia.
That name might have stuck-
Unless the Greeks had seen the bird
And called it whatthef..k.
In Greek that's ti-oto,
The land Ati-otoa.
Arty-ottowa.
'Sound's good, ' said acadamia,
'But meaning's not so nice.
We'll use the Greek for 'penguin'
And call Apigwevosa,
The Underland of Ice.'
poem by Douglas Scotney
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Music is...
Music is...
Music is expression...
Music is freedom...
Music is the song of life...
Music is notes...
Music is noise...
Music is beat...
Music is relaxing...
Music is peace...
Music is loud...
Music is calm...
Music is meaningful...
Music is sound...
Music is heart...
Music is soul...
Music is mind...
Music is body...
Music is nature...
Music is language...
Music is the song of my life...
Music is everything...
Music is me...
Music is....
poem by Madeline anderson
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In business you need two Jews for one Greek, two Greeks for one Syrian and two Syrians for one Armenian.
Sing To Me
Ligeia is my Greek siren singer.
Singing warmhearted songs of happiness
At night, I waking at sunrise to her
Indescribable Psyche* loveliness.
Although oracles consulted are wise
And state her beauty is too great for me.
To leave her on a mountaintop advised
Placate the jealous gods I’ll not agree.
Unlike Eros**, Ligeia lights each lamp
And knows her man that loves her every night.
She’ll not make compromises -not this vamp!
So serenade me Ligeia, excite
My fancies. Sing to me songs that we love
The kind we dream and those still undreamed of.
* Greek goddess of the soul and one of exquisite grace and beauty.
** Greek god of love, husband of Psyche.
poem by Albert Ahearn
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A Music of Poetry!
Grief stricken violin music,
Boasting trumpet music,
Dance inducing guitar music,
Thrilling beats of drum music,
All these and more as words
Making rhythm of poetry
Make all dance to sing songs
Depicting message of poetry
To be amused and enlightened!
Let us all sing and dance as to
The music of heart inspired
By the poetic words forever!
Music, song, dance and poetry
Amuse all with information fine!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Art For Freedom!
Music and dance give relaxation and relief!
Wind and river dance and go forever free;
If we also dance to music we too feel free!
Painting, sculpture, poetry and music make us
Fresh and new inducing forgetfulness of the past!
Lyrical poetry makes us sing and dance to be free;
Its new version is pop song we hear everywhere!
Musicians, singers and dancers are best entertainers
Moving the world by their melodious tune memorable;
Oscar and Grammy awards are their worthy honours!
Lovers of freedom, birds sing and do all jobs joyously
From the morning till evening nonstop everyday ever!
Combining song and dance or work and dance they live
Making people learn value of music and dance in life;
This is the way to be happy and gay to live in freedom!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Chorus The Ring
Hey there now young one wholly,
Swing along quote the scriptures,
Keep them guessing which pit you crawled from
Just defy it, just deny it,
Was it fun?
Your time has come
What have you done?
What have you done?
Thats when the insults start to sting
You cant remember anything
The chorus chiming
The greek chorus, the machine of god, singin
Its the poison that in measures
Brings illuminating vision
Its the knowing with a wink
That we expect in southern women
Its the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself
Its the octopus that crawled back to the sea.
Thats when the insults start to sting
You cant remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine of God sing.....
Hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard
Laughing cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing
Write the holy terror
Suck the marrow from the bone
Singe your own wings burning books,
You got the chorus and the ring
Thats when the insults start to sting
You cant remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine sings.
Thats when the insults starts to sting
You cant remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine sings.
Thats when the calibration brittle
As a stick hits you
The gold ring in the tar museum
Che quevera wink,
Gold ring
Gold ring.
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
song performed by by REM
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Chorus & The Ring
Hey there now young one wholly,
Swing along quote the scriptures,
Keep them guessing which pit you crawled from
Just defy it, just deny it,
Was it fun?
Your time has come
What have you done?
What have you done?
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chiming
The greek chorus, the machine of god, singin'
It's the poison that in measures
Brings illuminating vision
It's the knowing with a wink
That we expect in southern women
It's the wolf that knows which root to dig to save itself
It's the octopus that crawled back to the sea.
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine of god sing.....
Hammered, shooting plywood in the backyard
Laughing 'cause the racket makes the blackbirds sing
Write the holy terror
Suck the marrow from the bone
Singe your own wings burning books,
You got the chorus and the ring
That's when the insults start to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine sings.
That's when the insults starts to sting
You can't remember anything
The chorus chiming, the greek chorus,
The machine sings.
That's when the calibration brittle
As a stick hits you
The gold ring in the tar museum
Che quevera wink,
Gold ring
Gold ring.
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
Sing.
song performed by by REM
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Dance To The Music
Dance to the music
Dance to the music
All we need is a drummer for people who only need a beat. yeah
Im gonna add a little guitar and make it easy to move your feet
Im gonna add some bottom so that the dancers will twist all night
You might like to hear my organ I said my kind of bag now.
If I could hear the horns blow sitting here on the ground listen to me
Dance to the music
Dance to the music
Written by sly and the family stone (c) 1968 daly city music co. reproduced without permission
song performed by by Simple Minds
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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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Give Me Dancing Music(Song) :
I've been tempted.
And it's not so good.
I'm gonna pick up the pieces.
Then mend my ways.
So give me dancing music.
Let me dance all day.
Let me lift my feet up.
Then dance across the floor.
Dit-dit-dit-dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
Let me dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
I've been waiting.
For you to arrive.
And I was wondering.
If you were mine.
I can go on forever.
Or take my time.
Go on forever.
Or dance till nine.
So give me dancing music.
Let me dance all day.
Let me lift my feet up.
Then dance across the floor.
Dit-dit-dit-dance across, dance across.
Dance across the floor.
Let me dance across, dance across.
Let me dance across the floor..
Dance Across The Floor-Song-By Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 1987,2009..
All rights reserved..
poem by Kim Robin Edwards
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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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Music, Dance And Song
Without song and dance and music how boring life would be
From the cares of life these three can set the heart free
The music inspires people to dance and song
And you with the sad face you can sing along,
Music, song and dance cross the cultural divide
These three loved by billions and performed World-wide
They soothe the savage breast and people unite
And open the soul windows to allow in light,
Song and dance and music they are part of life
On Valentine's day the man sings to his wife
And people have been dancing for thousands of years
And music can stir the feelings to laughter and tears
And though the Seasons have come and the Seasons have gone
Music, dance and song will forever live on.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Juke Box Music
Theres a lady plays her favrite records
On the jukebox evry day.
All day long she plays the same old songs,
And she believes the things that they say.
Other ladies like to prance around
And flirt and dance the whole night through,
But she just sits and listens to here juke box records,
cause thats all that she wants to do.
She sings along with all the saddest songs,
And she believes the stories are real.
She lets the music dictate the way that she feels.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Seems to me shes in a fantasy.
Shes livin in a world of her own.
And we all agree that shes a mystery,
Because shed rather be all alone.
Evry guy will do his best to try
To put that music out of her head.
Forget all the songs,
And just dance to the music instead.
Its only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its only music,
Only juke box music,
Only juke box music.
Its all because of that music
That were slowly driftin apart.
But its only there to dance to,
So you shouldnt take it to heart.
Music, only juke box music.
Only music, only juke box music.
(repeat)
song performed by by Kinks
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I will create the music
I sing in our town
Everyday in the noisy squash
You`ll come and sit down
I`ll create the music for u
For your eyes
For your face
For the words
I won`t tell
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
You`ll leave with somebody
Without my glance I`ll remain
I look outside. It`s rainy
I`ll create the music for rain
Please dance to the sound of my melody
We both know all we let is our destiny
For music is your and my frame
All the same. All the same
I`ll create the music for destiny
So I could move close to the wind
It will tell about you-my lady
I`ll do it according my memory
We havn`t become one story
Could save the music only
If I ever fall down
Music is my soft ground
Translated from Russian lyrics 'Podberu muziku'
poem by Emma Adamyan
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