Because, music is my eternal life......
When there is a song about love
then the music does become a soul of my heart
When I hug the melody of music
then I feel the spirit of words, traveling with me
When the voice of music passes in the air
then my ears are listening to its harmony
When I close my eyes and feel the rhythm of its music
then I dream an angel of its music goes around me
Melody is my love and the eternal music is my life
The music has its own story that plays with amazing emotions
and I can hear its beautiful song with touching rhythms
Let it be symphony, classic, jazz or hard rock
but everyone loves music which has only one language
in this universe that has known as Sound of Music.
Anyone who has no interest themselves in music
is nothing but dead bodies on the ground.
Because music is my eternal life.
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
Copyright @2007 Ravi Sathasivam
"Extraordinary" by Liz Phair is the best song I've ever listened to. It's considered a
lover's anthem song. This song is so sad, yet so strong, it's like one's heart has been
touched or dropped. Liz Phair has done a great song, releasing her latest single,
"Extraordinary." It's also as if two people are falling in love with each other.
"Extraordinary" has been the greatest song of all time since 2004, even when it was heard
in the movie, "Raising Helen," starring Kate Hudson. Boy, if I see Liz Phair in person,
I'd tell her what a female rock star she is and I'd also tell her that she had done a
great job, writing a song, Extraordinary," for her self-titled album.
The hit single "Just close your Eyes" happens to be the best rock song of all time. It was
performed by Waterproof Blonde, but now the song's covered by Story of the Year. I can
listen to "Just Close Your Eyes" two ways, and it's the entrance theme song for WWE
wrestler, Christian. When I listen to this song, it's like I'm in a depressive state, but
minus the drugs and the alcohol. But it's also as if I'm going to a rock concert at the
Roxy Theater in Los Angeles, California, on a Saturday night. I couldn't buy the song from
iTunes and I didn't listen to it on the radio, but "Just Close Your Eyes" can be heard on
YouTube.com, grooveshark.com, and playlist.com. No matter what way I listen to this song,
either Story of the Year and/or Waterproof Blonde, "Just Close Your Eyes" is, and will
always be, the greatest song since Alter Bridge's "Metalingus."
The song that we hear has a lovely melody.
You and the sisters sing in wonderful harmony.
Seeing you on the Ed Sullivan Show seems like yesterday.
Your lone recording made it big in the USA.
Not many listeners understood the lyrics they would hear.
However, “Dominique” sold many copies here.
You were a French nun with a single guitar.
Your lovely song made you an immediate star.
How time flies! More than four decades have passed.
“Dominique” is a song with popularity that will last.
Four brothers and their father came from the Philippines.
For a brief time, they were big on the music scenes.
They recorded a hit song many people would know.
So many times, listeners heard it on AM radio.
Up the Billboard charts went their recording “Killer Joe”.
It was inspired by discotheque king “Killer Joe” Piro.
Other recordings by this group would appear.
As far as success went, none of the others came near.
Even though this family group has gone away,
we can still listen to their hit song today.
Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay
was a very popular song in its day,
but when it played one day as I listened
I realized that the song was a song about nothing.
He's sitting in the morning sun
and he'll be sitting when the evening comes
watching the ships roll in,
then he'll watch them roll away again.
Additional verses for Sitting On The Dock Of The Bay
might just happen to play this way;
I'm sitting in a chair over here
then I sit in a chair over there
and then when I sit myself down
I proceed to turn my head around and around.
I may as well be sitting on a dock on the bay
wasting time and do nothing all day.
Our notes linger in the air
Long after the music ends
The song we sing so rare
Sweet harmony that blends
Long after the music ends
Our melody lingers in the air
Sweet harmony that blends
Two lives that now we share
Our melody lingers in the air
The song we sing so rare
Two lives that we now share
Our notes linger in the air
For the dreaded Pantoum contest...
Off in the distance-
A song can be heard, silence!
The song is over now...
A lyric drawn of passion’s longing, lit,
shall flow in spirit to thy avid mind;
faint apparitions swirl and bait thy wit
with drifting light, a joint rapport to find.
Soft silky ribbons braid a chiffon song,
of gloss and gold as bright as twilight star,
that soars on high on winds that sail along,
to carry forth a wish to lands afar.
Anticipation rising with dawn’s glow,
as wait, for now, is all that I can do.
Oh can, of windblown song, a kinship grow?
and can that song of one now sing for two?
Of windblown song across a world so vast
I bid it sing an aria to last.
Originally for Nikko Palmario's 'Without U and ME' but since edited & now has just one little 'm' ;)
reasons for the 6 oclock news
on the look out for the missing children
the song and dance of the slaughter
never understood my own perverse innocence as i felt watched over
syndicate of music, drugs, blackmarket sex
Royally intimidated
mental health overwhelmed overthrown
4 million people listening to your pentagon remover
underneath this umbrella
a better song and dance
waiting for the moment we hear the stories of the found adults
their pieces fit
a lifelong torture of the underground celebrity
the sickness they endured and understood
so you would remember and want to come home
Breathless and falling ... (Breathless and falling)
So lucent the vapor
The morning star's fluent light... (She's now collapsed)
Brightens the day...
Indolent, flurry winds... (Take away her agony)
Fluster the vacant sky;
Harmless; devoid of the Earth...
Tranquil, but restless... (Tranquil, but restless)
in clustering glory
Sullen though crystal... (She's now collapsed)
In weeping for man...
High above gazing... (High above)
In garments of wonder
In union their eyes watch in pain... (Take away her agony)
Octogenarian clinging to life
Caught in a whirlwind of odious
Strife
Caught in the currents that pull
From below
Holding her down but she dying
Slow
Fa la la, Fa la la,
Falling from her Peace
She's now collapsed
Farewell, Farewell, Farewell.
(Words in parenthesis are whispered in background)
This is a song written and put to music by my husband,
Thielus Grenon. Copyrighted song and given permission to post.
Music can be heard at http://soundclick.com/share?songid=684065
A. Green
Nutshell we would play
A song that’s hard to hear today
So many memories
So many thoughts
It’s a song I haven’t quite forgot
Together we would play
Strumming our instruments everyday
Singing with our hearts out aloud
Even though there was never a crowd
But together we would play
Stuck in nutshells we would stay
My strings are now out of tune and rusty
His guitar will never again be played
Our song has died with him
Nutshells all seem to fade
This song that we played
Has reached the end of its day
Like Nutshells in the song
I know you’re never gone
So let the sand cover your face
Leave at peace from this place
But always remember our song
Wherever in heaven you may roam
Sing it to yourself when alone
We will one day sing together
When God calls me home
So now your gone
My tears will continue to pour
I will always remember our song
But to me Nutshell is no more
My song shall be of Jesus
when sitting at his feet.
I call to mind his goodness
and know my joy's complete.
My song shall be of Jesus
whatever ills befall.
I'll sing the grace that saves me
and triumph's over all!
can you hear the words
the song playing in the background
do you recognize it
no you don't
why would you
the song just plays over in my mind
constantly reminding me of you
why would you know it
you've never heard the words
you don't know the meaning to me
just listen please
don't judge
don't laugh
just hear
think
maybe then you'll get it
It is a song
that we grew up with
A song which contains
our hopes, joys and fears
But the mists of time
obscured our sight, our sensitivity
The mists of time
began to block the flow of chi
But we persevered
Once again our song shall be sung
Over the land
A bird wings its way home
And we watch
enchanted by the sight
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