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The sound of your voice
Is like a symphony by Beethoven
A beautiful melody by Schubert
A piano concerto by Mozart
I am totally enthralled by you
No longer can I resist your beauty
I must have you, embrace you
Feel your warmth
I am totally enamoured by you
Entranced by your seductive eyes
Your luscious red lips
Your flaxen hair
My heart beats loudly in my chest
At the mere sight of you
I must have you
My arms ache to hold you
My fingers long to explore every inch of your body
To know a passion so extreme
A tenderness I've yet to experience
To gaze upon your angelic face
How else to explain this feeling
This desire, this utter craving
To hold you, to enter your private world
Till that ultimate moment of bliss
That moment when emotions explode
And we become one
The outside world no longer exists
In that exquisite moment
There is only you and I among the stars
We are one!
© Jack Ellison 2014
The sound of your voice
Is like a symphony by Beethoven
A beautiful melody by Schubert
A piano concerto by Mozart
I am totally enthralled by your presence
No longer can I resist your beauty
I must have you, embrace you
Feel your warmth
I am totally enamoured by you
Entranced by your seductive eyes
Your luscious red lips
Your flaxen hair
My heart beats loudly in my chest
At the mere sight of you
I must have you
My arms ache to hold you
My fingers long to explore your body
To know a passion so extreme
A tenderness I've yet to experience
To gaze upon your angelic face
How else to explain this feeling
This desire, this utter craving
To hold you, to enter your private world
Till that ultimate moment of bliss
That moment when emotions explode
And we become one
The outside world no longer exists
In that exquisite moment
There is only you and I among the stars
We are one!
*VIDEO of Barry Lyndon's Final by YouTube.
LYRICS by numbers.
As Loyal as a Dove
Whereth a realm ebbs loyal subjects 0:06
Causeth Spring to be it forever more 0:16
Whereth be it tide laurels of passion 0:18
Alphabets play in yards of seclusion 0:26
Transparency knew months thereon 0:29
Therefrom gaiety frolicky spirit astir 0:39
Henceforth hold lest not 'tis waning 0:41
Be immortal season on wings of joy 0:50
Immeasurable willpower delegates 0:58
Unceasing forwardness, true fronts 0:59
Incurable frivolity impatiently afoot 1:10
Breathtaking interludes tuned suite 1:15
Feathers fan away a star's ray, afar 1:16
Stars gather in secret pet the moon 1:25
Unbeknownst calamity claims total 1:36
A day breaks and cracks wide open 1:41
Incomprehensible devastation loss 1:42
Irrevocable damages seething part 1:50
Uncoupling necessitates the palace 1:51
Continuity of the kingdom is crucial 1:59
Proper impressions aire of decency 2:04
Parfume redolence domestics perk 2:09
A moral obligation in order to retain 2:15
Blank gaze across a room, coop ok 2:21
Dove pens away in her gilded cage 2:32
Schubert Piano Trio in E Flat Op 100
Film: Barry Lyndon
2022 July 26
Schubert had a symphony
He didn’t quite complete,
Though the parts he finished writing,
We consider quite a feat.
David Foster Wallace
Left his novel not quite done;
Still, the accolades accorded it
Have piled up, one by one.
Many things have value
Even though they are unfinished.
An artist’s reputation means
Their worth has not diminished.
For projects may be started
But not make it to the end.
We cannot know the message
The remainders did portend.
Perhaps the final passages
Might not have satisfied;
The composer might have tossed them
And committed symphocide.
So we are left critiquing
Works abandoned halfway through.
Might they be much better finished?
We don’t really have a clue.
What have you done with my beau, I want take it to the show. What have you done with my beau, it time for you to go. What have you done with my beau; I want it back on the show. I like its style, it rhythm is wild and its voice makes me want to smile. What have you done with my beau? I need some explanation before you go.
The grand serenade is on and the big band is on the stand, hip-hop music celebrates fifty years on the land. Oldies and goodies, reggae and streggay, heavy metal, and modern music, romance and classical sounds are on the list so join me to share this special gift.
What have you done with my beau? Everything is in the bag for everyone to feel glad, your sorrows and pain will go away and you won’t have to suppress your emotion for the rest of the day.
What have you done with my beau? It is time to get ready for the grand musical mix. I have not seen my beau all week, it is so discrete, it could be lurking in the room next door but it’s time to bring it out on the dance floor.
Forget the musical hymn and let go for a ride in the gym let’s listen to each other’s heart and romance like lover do in the dark, and watched the curtains come up and the crowd grows wild when the serenade starts.
What have you done with my beau?, the buercrats and the autocrats have crowded the dress circle in the theater , the Italians and the Germans are in the audience and the Austrian and Norwegians prelude is riding in the heavens. The Russians are in the mix too and they have a score that if sang from the heart will take you out of the gutters.
What have you done with my beau?, it is embedded in the show, take me back in time to learn what is divine. The voice of Mozart rumbling in the strings and spirit of gran partita riding in the winds, nineteen century serenade will do ,Tchaikovsky, Josef Suk, Edward El Elgar Ludwig van Beethoven, Hector Berlioz, Franz Schubert, Richard Strauss, and other serenades are on the list for that special moment when my beau and I become one and the musical pleasure will be our distant song.
Everything will fill the air and fine heart will touch souls far and near. Spirits will meet, hearts will greet and the birds will sing again. We will join as one and this eternal bliss will be our destined song. My beau is back, let's go and see the show.
I’m a bohemian girl
I wear my hair in curls,
I wear maxi skirts
And denim shirts.
I wear long earrings
And black stockings.
I like folk songs,
And pierced tongues.
I like Wittgenstein,
And Melanie Klein.
I had psychotherapy,
But it was given to me free.
As I am so interesting,
And so infinitely trusting.
My unconscious mind
Is an analyst’s find.
I have such wise dreams,
On intellectual themes.
I see all my lives
From new perspectives.
I was an Egyptian Queen,
Feeling extremely mean.
I loved Mark Anthony
His touch was a symphony
Written by Schubert,odd,
Because Cleopatra was long gone
When Schubert composed his songs
And his symphonies too.
So time has got all curled up,
Like a snake in a drinking cup.
Now I have woken again,
I want that dream all over again.
I want a Roman Emperor
To be a sexual tempter.
I shan’t mind at all,
If I hear him call.
I’ll be excitedly glad
When my hormones go mad.
I’m a Bohemian girl,
I’ll make any man’s hair curl