Long Soundtracks Poems
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Chromatic
Voglio chetu sia mio
Ibi locutus sum
J 'espere que je ne le
regretterai pas
Na ia jeg takkle meg
selv
Daar is geen skeuring
tussen jou en my nie
Es un honored haberna
sentido asi
Jeg vil gifte meg med
deg: Ja sir re'
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Composed by
Griot Apala
Ritmo Escale
Cancion Sonido
Armonia Letra
Benga Gnawa
and
Forro Frevo
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From The Movie
"Simon Pure, The long way Around"
a story told by motion picture soundtracks
featuring Sincerus Fakta and
Fatto Frevo
Themed from 1999
"Brazilian Desert Beach bum's
find a treasure map, and one
of the guy's inherits a fortune
but in order to collect they have to
raise catt Brazil for one
year, as a cohesive crew
who show the caretaker
that they are
responsible people and the
inheritor makes compited decisions.
Above the Line
the film is said
to be targeted
to people who'll come back to movie
theators Twenty years from now
to see it agin.
The music alone is enough
to see this film. This one
has the magic number.
It's one to inspire artsy films for decades.
Lyric written by
Scherzo " Samba" Pizzicato
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"Having a Nemesis and creating another one sound's like something a Madman inspires to do"
" Bullsh4t, man! Bull! you stray from her one more time and I will exstarct the closest thing to hell your dumbass could ever want to see. Punks like you alway get the pretty ones, treat them like whores and don't think people care about you or what you're going through, truth is it aint even worth it! A woman is smart enough to love and mean enough to understaan, but if you cross her one more time, she'll be demonifed enough to mortar, remeber I'm ah loving fool waiting to for you to get in my face!"
" It's as strange as you make it: and as familair as you allow it to be, just remember you aint right in this fight Honey! Woman been doing this for years and you think you done scoreed the big one, He might be gaming ya!"
" True love conqueres all it seeps into the soul and intoxicates the spirt: : I aint seen nothing here that does that for me, even though I am in love with him. It's fun tricking him: his former freind wanted me to be pregant with his child, and look him in his eyes and tell him he was the daddy, all along while he and I would only know the differance: I thought about it!"
Great transitions became part of human experience
after we gave up on daily nomad lifestyle,
perhaps too bohemian
to have ever actually existed
out of nutritional nurturing choice
As contrasted with necessity
of drought,
floods,
pestilence,
famine,
chronic wars,
climatic absence of healthy peace.
Great transitions
are choices,
positive more than negatively motivated,
to move from one habitat
in space and/or time
to another
that feels more promising,
worthy of trust,
a potential celebration of interactive beauty,
holistic balance,
resilient health,
aesthetically resonant wealth.
Great transitions
have their inhale stage,
before the moving Team appears,
which includes hard and soft decisions
and indecisions,
memories,
and rude reminders
lacking acquisitive memories
about where did all these properties come from,
external
with their internally complementary feelings
of way too much stuff
in my cluttered life,
Happiness to be bringing warm memories along
and sadness to leave so much cold
and neglectful waste
behind the dumpster
And great transitions
also have their less famous exhale stage
after the moving Team
moves on
to facilitate another household's preferably Great
but sometimes Traumatic
Transition.
Great transitions
in second stage
open one box at a time
to reload new closets
basements
attics
garages
sheds
shelves
entertainment centers
dress drawers
treasure chests
jewelry boxes
safes
mailboxes
kitchen and bathroom drawers
cabinets
medicine cabinets
CD and DVD racks
soundtracks
shoe racks
pot racks
wine racks
over the door hat racks
behind the door spice racks
tool racks and peg boards
hangers
umbrella stands
coat trees
bird feeders
pantry shelves
under the oven drawers
armoires
desks
hutches
book cases
curtain rods
picture hangers
linen closets
nightstands
pillow cases
guest beds
Great transitions
never die
they just fade in
to what remains of yesterday
Sufficient for this new age
of rebecoming
habituated
co-acclimated
seeking a healthier climate,
a wealthier place
for healing uncooperative
lack of felt resilience
To survive
and hopefully thrive
into our next Great Transition,
inhaling into recycling lungs,
exhaling out into greener
more resonantly resilient
Great Earth Habitat.
Freedom foremost, and the will to fight
to keep and protect our natural rights.
Nightclubs, jello shots, disco balls
mechanical bulls, beers cold and tall!
Baseball, football, and basketball games,
crazy rodeo riders on horses untamed.
Books by the millions, more than can be read,
and knowing anything can be by anyone said.
Burgers on buns, potato and tortilla chips,
yeah, those are American, born in Texas!
Satirical cartoons, radio and TV,
the magic that was Hollywood, as it used to be.
Ragtime, Bee-bop, Rockabilly, and Jazz
Swing, R & B, movie soundtracks, and Bluegrass.
The warm blanket of country when feeling cold,
the power and fury of rock and roll.
The grind of hip-hop and of rap…
on second thought, we apologize for that.
But funk gets things all out of control,
and who can say no to harmonious soul?
Stream locomotives, tracks narrow and wide,
flying machines that soar through the sky.
The glorious art that is the western,
and old Las Vegas, the moral tester.
The miracle of southern barbeque,
the burn of moonshine, or Mountain Dew.
Soft ice crew and greasy-fast French fries,
the expectation that politicians lie.
Liberty in law deeply enshrined,
muscle cars driving of the right side.
Suburbs, cabins, farms and guns,
and every legally available type of fun.
Forests, combines, and big chain-saws,
as well as full equality before the law.
A vast landscape, awesome to see,
an undying faith in our families.
Art from great down to lackluster,
recalls, vetos, and filibusters!
Checks and balances on the powerful,
we invented the internet, so things are never dull!
Mountain bikes and rollers blades,
fried chicken and biscuits, porterhouse steak.
Diners, dairy bars and fast food,
we walked on the friggin’ moon,
and built the only probes that escaped
into the void of interstellar space.
I could go on, I am tempted to,
but I think I’ve made my point to you,
And when young fool have yelled there fill,
reject their nonsense talk of “guilt.”
All nations have screwed up, it’s so
but perfection is something man never knows.
This nation still tires to confront is sins,
and brings forth profusions of great things.
The scales upon which we are weighed,
are ever clear in what they say:
When it all is said and done,
America is made of awesome.
A swinging sixties chick was I dressed head to toe in Biba
Miniskirts my mother loathed and free love too, so I was told
Music of choice was Motown and Soul that played upon my radio
At weekends tuned to Saturday Club a programme never missed
Radio Luxembourg each night, though signal crackled and hissed
Reception was weak as twilight approached, with my radio under my sheet
At the foot of the stairs Mum’s voice could be heard
“Turn that radio off, and go to sleep”
In ‘62 a pirate ship launched off the Essex coast
Radio Caroline was her name, with young DJ’s as programme hosts
Innovators of their time, played songs we loved the most
Enjoying the challenge, but taking a risk each time they went ashore
Deemed illegal ~ no license had they, so were technically breaking the law
Trailblazing times enhancing our lives, playing songs never heard of before
these songs were the soundtracks of my youth
these songs I love and adore...
Tony Blackburn their first DJ; a handsome young fella back in the day
The first DJ to spin his discs whilst bobbing around on the pirate ships
At 77 still playing his songs and boring the nation with corny quips
on ‘Sounds of the Sixties’ every Saturday morn
he plays the tunes
I singalong...
I sent a request for his 'Magic Moments' spot
feeling sure it would end up in his 'magic melting pot'
Our 'Magic Moment' in '63, as we danced the night away
at the Regent Ballroom, Brighton, on a floor made of wooden parquet
was it love at first sight on a midsummer’s night
by the light of the silvery moon...
As we danced to the Chiffons 'He’s so Fine' it became our special tune
When Tony played our 'Magic Moment' on his radio show
I could hardly believe my ears
then my eyes filled up with tears
for my darling he has gone ~ for he died ten years ago
Written on 1st December 2018
after hearing my request played upon the Radio...
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The hit single, "Don't Let It Go To Your Head," is the best song all music fans have ever heard. It was performed by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks. this song is so amazing, so rad, it's like being in this "end-of-a-serious-relationship" situation and this whole "beginning-of-a-real-serious-relationship" type of deal. And on top of that, it's like being in a romantic comedy-drama film set in New York City. Listening to " Don't Let It Go To Your Head" is like going to a rock music festival in New York City, Phoenix, Arizona, and Toronto, Ontario, Canada. That song is so cool, I wish it was heard on an episode of "Degrassi: The Next Generation" on Teen-Nick (formerly The-N). "Don't Let It go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobson and Jordin Sparks is considered the end-of-a-longtime-relationship song, especially when a guy or a girl decides to break up with his girlfriend or her boyfriend. I've seen the music video made by Fefe Dobson, but not the music video of the same song by Jordin Sparks as of yet. It seems that Ms. Sparks and Ms. Dobson have outdone themselves. What's so great about the song, "Don't Let It go to your Head," is that of its different instrumentals, but with the same lyrics. How interesting is that? Well, the hit single "Don't Let It go to your Head" really should've been heard on an episode of "Radio Free Roscoe." Boy, if Fefe Dobson's then-second album, Sunday Love, had been released, I would've bought the CD, and since Jordin Sparks' second album, Battlefield is out, I'll go get it and buy it. I wonder if the "Don't Let It Go To Your Head " song will have been featured on the soundtracks to my would-be short stories-turned-possible-interracial romance films? Very good question. And if "Don't Let It Go To Your Head" by Fefe Dobspon and Jordin Sparks was to be featured on the "Rock Band" video game and it was inducted into the rock and roll hall of fame, that would be very awesome.
at 16 he was in a hardcore
band, the vocalist who
screamed a lot & often
shouted---
a neighboring community
college was offering singing
lessons for early credit &
even someone at the age of
16 could apply,
so he thought he’d take a
chance after school a couple
times a week &
signed up.
when he first arrived,
her eyes lit up, for the singing
teacher was not accustomed to
male students &
in fact told him so---
he thought she simply saw him
as a challenge, an experiment
of sorts,
after he told her that the only
reason he was taking lessons
was so that he could scream
more without losing his voice
halfway through the show.
having studied opera herself &
holding a resume with several
appearances on soundtracks,
she secretly attempted to steer
all of her students in the same
direction, but this new challenge
had horrible Italian pronunciation &
his “creamy” voice seemed to
be more akin to jazz & blues
stylings, so in a short bit of time
she changed up her act &
had him belting out different
tunes.
“you need to sing from your
solar plexus…do you know where
that is?” she said, and he shook his
head with indifference,
for at this point he was sick of the
lessons already---
“here, stand behind me…”
&
the teenager did what she said,
then she took his hands in hers
and wrapped them round her stomach,
thrusting them up under her breasts,
moving them around on her belly
remarking “your solar plexus is
right around here…and this is where
you must sing from in order to
keep from losing your voice...”
and she breathed in deeply, exhaling,
while his hands were still pushed up
under with her fingers tracing along
his hands…
“you mustn’t sing from your throat,
but from this place…a place deep inside
you.” she whispered out,
and in that office with one door &
soundproofing all over,
he did sing.
When you are not present I am
A fragile glass rose,
Deformed by cracks
From the wind’s careless handling,
Precarious
And about to fall.
Suddenly you appear out of nowhere,
An innocent child saving his dear mother’s
Cheap chinaware.
And with your hands-
That inexpensive object
Is now worth more than money can afford.
A slight Midas’ touch.
That rose,
Once cold and lifeless,
Dull and quiet,
Is now resurrected,
More lively than Lazarus had ever been.
With roots that attach,
Thorns that bleed,
And petals that flourish
Into something harmonious.
When I am by your side,
(A heavenly bliss, I swear to you,)
The faces surrounding us
fade away.
Their inaudible words are blurred
Into records of violins that play,
As soundtracks for this story
Of me and you-
Forever was a place God made only for us two.
Helios, Selene, and Eos,
Are probably laughing at my failed attempts
Of this love poem.
When I tell you that
The sun shines, sets, and rises for you,
The moon guides for you,
And the dawn would ebb without you there.
Let them laugh!
All the peevish fools do,
When they do not know that
This universe was made only for us two.
Sleep, once a kindly rest,
Is now something I detest.
Why would I want to elude a world
Where awakes a being that breathes like you?
Talks like you,
Heals like you.
Even in the chambers of Death,
We shall trek hand in hand,
Smiling at one another.
Eternity was made only for us two.
Only for us two.
I.
What a darkness it is,
that as the planets rotate miracles
with cosmic power bestowed,
The Fall of Lightbringer
deadens the bleeding branches in Spring
as a requiem masked by your skin
paints onto the sun in a cloudless sky
The Stranger.
II.
What a darkness it is
when laughter lark detonates atom bombs in your heart
and you join me in my scarlet fever,
gazing thoughtlessly at a rainbow stream
of cars holding minds that also fear tomorrow
and are synced with Soundtracks for the Blind
underneath the sun in a cloudless sky
in April.
III.
What a darkness it is,
melting chocolate promises on concrete;
the promises of Locke Cole I cannot keep
streaming from a destitute human Roc
crippled beyond silencing waves in starless space,
smashing the guitar, he cannot fake it anymore
from a bleached sun in a cloudless sky
on Cape May.
IV.
What a darkness it is
to manually delete from your cyberspace
the immortal morning dew of a once eternal friendship,
for we all know that those imprinted souls linger
in our own, impossibly carved into reaches metaphysical,
especially when your favorites coalesce, reminders constantly
following like the sun in a cloudless sky
to nowhere
Mike drop!
Just because the thought you have ran into overtime
You don't have to play as if rhymes do not rhyme
Thrill without skills
Techniques with out beats
Beds pulled down access with out sheets
Beat hold up repeats
Devastated as Skip chased knight rider black streets with out leaps
Peep game recognize game like monopoly without a same
Turn with sand burns
Park avenue with out turns
Dill lard cooks turn
Burn backs of chill burn
Bluto olive ships stern
Pop eyes Gargamel Smurf son
Shirt stocky like Rocky bull run
Chosen chapels like priest son
Choir shirts with out pleats son
Example related question interrogate that son
Open Sesame street son
Big bird in trees without flowing tweets son
Literally drac cue the curtains ready for action applaud Oscar award son
Tony hip hop the skip scotch top charts with who son
Dedicated related to you
Pushed back with hit tracks soundtracks eight black
Two streets with Maybach's
Sandy skilled take that
Blowing winds made that
Frosty Pebbled laced that
Lyrical that made that
How I wished, free flow of wheels
No words to tell , "how it feels".
When vehicles swish
Well, well, well!
This is what I relish.
How I missed, the rumble and rush
Noisy Wide tyres! are my first crush
Fizzing of tyre
Well, well, well!
My Heart's on Fire.
How I mixed the soundtracks
Made by different crackerjacks
Brakes and clonks
Well, well, well!
Those frequent tonks.
How I loved those droning hums
Whinin' poppin' or screechin' ones
The drumming and hissing
Well, well, well!
Those wet roads n' tyres slipping.
How I longed to be awake
For me, there was no escape
Now back with all my might
Well, well, well!
Tales of travels we'll write.
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