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Catgut
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Gestures and facial expressions
they were advised to
differentiate between
both fact and fiction
to ensure that everyone was
on the same page
Clear points of ending and finishing
plus smooth, seamless transition
from one song to another
A segue is often without a break
in the music or performance
some conductors hire people specializing
in this field to ensure a
proper position
of professionalism taking on
the challenge gives the Liaison
more input on production
and gives the conductor
more time for creativity
unity and cohesion are key
it includes the responsibility of
beat tempo and dynamic markings of
each performance
a walking pace or moderate tempo
to Presto
it is important that all involved are wise to each definition
using examples to show the difference between the two
it is the responsibility of
the liaison to prepare the cast of musician
to there renditions of each
the conductor than can meet the challenge
of forging the perfection
of what has been determined
and composed
and adjusted and readjusted to
give the musical cast the most room
to be as perfect as possible
a demand for perfection
is often used in such professional settings
it is demanded from most active performers
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Songs that are written lyric first or Music first are
often given story to help promote the
interest to al involved
The Musicians and audience both are than fans
of the composers and Lyricists.
Written By:Pobl Yfory
(verse 1)
I have really long hair,
don't understand why people stare.
I'm looked down upon by society,
they try to destroy my dignity.
The people call me lazy and low class,
'cause my mop is almost to my ass.
They call me a hippy refugee,
and try to discredit my capability.
(chorus)
I drive a beat-up old car.
I'm your back road man!
I live at the local bar.
I'm the back road man!
(verse 2)
My vehicle didn't pass emissions,
now I can't get tabs.
My car no longer has insurance,
now I'm chasing taxi cabs.
So, I borrowed plates from a regal,
that belonged to my ex-honey.
Now my mopar looks street legal,
what a way to save money.
(chorus)
I smoke hand rolled cigars.
I'm your back road man!
I drink beer from jars.
I'm the back road man.
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions.
Written: 1-27-1995 David A.Porter
©? 01-24-2023
(Intro)
Hello……..my friends.
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time……..once again
Where has the time gone off to
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 1)
It’s anger that goes deeper than the oceans
It’s the splatter pattern on the wall
It’s the buried and pent-up emotions
that destroy everything like a raging flood
It’s the rage down the hall
t’s the satin sheets drenched in blood
(Chorus)
It’s nice to see you
After all this time…. once again
Where has the time gone off too
Are our memories of yesteryear
Still as fresh as the lingering pain
that flows like a sorrowful tear
Must we keep our emotions at bay
hidden securely behind a cerebral barricade
that’s built up behind a facade
started decades prior to yesterday
(Verse 2)
Smoking and drinking away life’s bitter potions
Like the needle to the groove,
That repeats the same stagnant track.
Never moving forward, always pulling you back,
through a life that you struggle to improve,
as you wither away in the putrid mud
Lyricists Inc.
D.A.P. / Digital Analog Productions
David A. Porter
9/13/17
Those who pray by marching
can pray alone
in endless competitions.
Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.
Hate and fear can only angry march
side by competing side
in uniformity of lock-step supremacy.
But love and compassion
can also truth and beauty dance
and sing
in full hope octaves
of multicolored harmony.
Resonant solidarity of ballrooms
and street performers
singing and chanting and drumming
good news gospel resonance
rather than bad news mono-marching hate.
We can sing and dance cooperatively
to angry patriarchal elitist marchers
more effectively than merely speak in not-kind shout,
and across,
and back and forth,
flow anthems up and out of all inclusive love songs.
This singing dance can,
with enough harmonic polycultured voices,
become sustained ego-happy filibusters
through marching hate,
marathons of love
proactively singing and dancing
alongside those marching through dualdark fear and anger,
inviting them to rejoin
our dancing gospel choir.
For every hate-mongering military march,
we have thousands of love-mentoring lyrics,
and,
therefore,
potential dancing lyricists.
Anger and marching paranoia are mutually competitive
double-binding allies,
as are love song and grace of dance mutually harmonic.
We can choose to march and shout ourselves apart,
but we would more democratically,
and gracefully,
prefer to dance and sing our cooperative ways together.
Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.
New beginning
Lights in the dead of the night sky;
The music plays waking the neighbourhood.
Electronic radio-waves leave no place to hide;
Wipe away the sleep from your eyes for good.
The noise is inside you now and forever;
Words of poetry dig deep into your soul.
You take apart their voice in any weather
And you are found wherever you may go.
The hands that feeds reaches into your head,
Leaving you without will; enslaved by a song.
You have become the beautiful word, never will you forget,
Or forgive them for not arriving sooner. It has been too long.
Until now the sound had always been missing,
You were longing to hear the heart beat inside your chest.
Reawakened by love like you had never been listening;
They spoke to you like no other has ever said.
All the ends are now attached;
All the pieces fit at last.
All the words have been connected together;
Lyricists open up your head, releasing you forever.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
First greetings gaily given
Fair days brighten with benevolence
Feathered beacons warble crystal incessance
Favour of lurid lyricists to gladdened ears submitted
Choral phenomenas divulge
Cherished ownership of full freedom
Chasing open hopes, bigger skies speed them
Choices expanded grandly in latitude bold birds hold
Twig feet hop on pavement
Tentative hunters approach tid bits
Thrown among human realm, morsel interest
Tweased piece crumb bomb swallowed is savoured
Message singers send, blatant
Mindfully stay in sweet place of praise
Melancholy has proximity but elation will prevail
Masters of opportunity, gloss winged indignant makes it
30th November
In days old, oral poetry existed
(When most people, including
the authors of poems,and stories, lyricists,
artists,....couldn't read and write.)
as a part of oral literature
which had no titles,nor were the authors known.
Yet, these are from the heart
captivating the listeners.
It flaws like a river ,
with streams falling into it along the way.
It is circulated from mouth to mouth,
from generation to generation,
from the past to the present .
By the way, the contents
of these oral poems have been added to,
and some modifications might have done.
They wove oral poetry while gazing at lush nature
or remembering a loved one.
The lines were tender,
and delivered emotional feelings to the listeners.
Besides,the basis of oral poetry
may also be a love story,an event of patriotism.
or any other event the poet knew.
These oral poems and folk songs
influenced written poetry and literature.
Written epic poems are also based
on oral poetry,literature, and folk songs.
These oral traditions are of high standard
and have laid the foundation
of our rich literature,art, and culture.
Words silent turn at the melodic tunes
Oozing from the lush lilts of your eyes;
Telling of stung lover’s anthems warm,
Of the rapt poet whose scribbling dies.
Windows into realms old lyricists laud,
Whereon Love and Truth twain thrive;
Each by doubtful duplicities unscarred,
Unsullied by decays of greediest drive.
See how the language of your look,
As some evanescent lover’s secret,
Amid rosy violets resistless shines;
Inviting once-bitten soul truthful yet?
Methinks your mien undeceiving sews
Back to peace yester-heartbreak's all;
Reshaping pulses' rhythms wounded...
Still-white breasts darkened by brawl.
When did music begin
for us?
For you?
When did musicians separate
from Earth's music?
Were we thereby commodified
as professionals
instead of cooperative healers
engagers
story tellers
poets
lyricists
dancers
singers
instrumentalists
operatic staged performers,
higher and brighter
smarter and richer?
When does muse therapy end
in talent competitions?
without cooperative EarthMusic
held silently
against sacred MeWe
resonating indigenous wisdom
Muse/Music
Professional Ego
informed by
CoPassioned EcoResonant
bicameral cooperative consciousness.
When
and how
and why
does music renew
enlighten
empower
ego/eco-resonant
muses?
When does sacred music
therapeutically begin
and dissonantly
tragically
traumatically
degeneratively end
warm
thriving
resonant memories?
Could music have begun
long before we found
a name for amuse?
Where do sacred muses begin resonating?
Anticipating harmonic echoing
reverberating silence
sourced from deep resonant respect
for shared regenerative potential
win/win anticipating
coupling
recoupling
climaxing
amusing musicians
Yet also decoupling
from actively hoping
co-passionately
co-empathic
ancestral deep tissue memories
Indigenously healthy
resonantly wealthy
and wisely singing
multigenerationally resilient inside voices
dancing robust outside
ecotherapeutic health
wealthy mind/body
natural muse function
within spiritual music flow
bicameral resonant choices
Dialectically
bilaterally fractal
four-square spiraling
muse-mergent dynamic compass
conscientious MeWe consciousness
of a resiliently compassionate bodhisattva muse
Integrity's therapeutic transparent
and sacredly vulnerable
empowering Left
and enlightening Right
co-passionately multi-regenerational
Health muse Voices
engaging EarthWealth
indigenous spiritual song
and natural dance
cooperatively resonant
resourcing Choices.
The practice of integrity
resiliently therapeutic;
The praxis of cooperative therapy
resonantly integral.
Behold the splendor of another magnificent fall!
Every tree is adorned with a resplendent shawl!
All the trees have shed their abundant foliage of jade;
Umber leaves now - they once provided welcome shade.
The ancient Harvest Moon flaunts its ever mellow glow,
Inviting intimate tete-a-tetes for romantic souls below!
Frantic squirrels scurry about hiding their winters' fare,
Unrelenting in their quest since winter frosts are in the air!
(Lawns are carpeted with gold and crimson leaves to be raked!)
Flocks of geese wing their way south by the multitudes,
As they seek friendlier climes in the southern latitudes!
Limbs bereft of leaves lift arms beseechingly as if in prayer.
Lyricists, tho' gifted you may be - describe the beauty of fall if you dare!
Entry for John Hamilton's " Beautiful Fall Poetry" Contest
(11 September 2018)