Music

The Saints Are Coming
Submitted by perspiciens on August 5, 2008 - 21:02.The crowd begins to cheer
Guitar slowly fades in
As soft as a fairy
The drummer starts the high hat
Ticking like a clock
The chord changes
Slightly stronger this time
Sounds almost like a piano
Perhaps it is
One of the vocalists
Begins the lyrics
I don't appreciate
The tone of his voice
The crowd cheers
I don't see what's so great
About his voice
A slight pause
And then the master
Takes the mic
Thank God
His voice is soft and familiar
Like a veteran balladeer
Perfected by years of work
The drummer pounds on his tools
Signaling a change
And the guitar takes over
And once again
The inexperienced one
Hacks out more lyrics
They continue
The crowd roars
I'm not sure what the song means
Let the literary decipherers
Decide
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A Day In The Life
Submitted by kayb on July 22, 2008 - 11:22.hi =D
i'm super bad at blogs but here i go:
this summer i have gone from watching every episode i could find of the 1960's television show the Monkees to watching every episode i can find of That 70's Show. (Both on youtube.) i've been trying to read a book every few days, but that slowed down a bit when i started reading Lord of The Flies. the print was so small, it took me a week to finish it. i hear we read that in high school, so i've got my start with the annoying-teachers-by-reading-the-books-we-are-already-going-to-have-to-read thing and i haven't even started seventh grade yet ( the summer will be over to soon anyway). i'm working on Romeo and Juliet, but i have to read a book of poems every time i want to start reading that just so i pick up a little of the way they talk so i'm not very far yet. Other than reading, i've been listening to music, and running or playing basketball. i shuld exercise more but i'm too lazy!! that pretty much wraps up my humdrum summer!
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Ardor of Life
Submitted by perspiciens on June 14, 2008 - 12:42.Bike
To the playground
Walk
To the middle
Lay
On the structure
Stick
Headphones in your ears
Pass
One to me
Press
In my ear
Listen
To the soundwaves
Dismiss
The beauty
Stop
Wonder
About the world
Think
About the sun
Contemplate
The rain
Remove
Music from aural orifice
Smile
To myself
Remember
The last two years
Growing
Maturing
Becoming
Who we are
Smirk
At life
Know
This is how it should be
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huh
Submitted by pulpie on May 15, 2008 - 08:53.i don't understand christian music. especially christian rock and rap.
that's all.
Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends - Coldplay
Submitted by unusualsuspects on May 6, 2008 - 12:11.Be sure to check out this free download From Coldplay's new album- Viva La Vida or Death And All His Friends - produced by Brian Eno!
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Guitar
Submitted by imagine on April 11, 2008 - 16:03.She's lost so much
more
than just the
calluses
that would
rest like tiny walls
on her
fingertips,
but still,
(she misses the way
the strings would
cut deep into
her tender
skin.)

Music
Submitted by pineapple_babbit on March 26, 2008 - 20:20.Music is my closest friend,
And sometimes my only friend.
It comforts me at midnight,
When I realize how alone I am,
And shields me from the rain,
Partially frozen from the cold emptiness.
Its always knows what to say
To make me feel better,
And it stays with me though out the day.
Music is the only thing
That I truly and completely know
And music is the only thing

Listen
Submitted by Professor_Zoom on March 8, 2008 - 23:42.Listening
to happy songs
bright
uplifting
catchy
high-spirited
I'm still on a high here
I haven't been
this happy
for a long time.
It feels...good.
"I'll stop the world and melt with you
You've seen the difference and it's getting better all the time"
One of the many
Best Songs Ever.
Amazing how
a few hours
lifted my spirits
completely.
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Morning Child
Submitted by imagine on February 11, 2008 - 22:06.Even though her
eyes drip with
black paint and
her hair is
dyed black and her
jeans are ripped and
fraying and
written on with
notes about
suicide and
Jesus and
pot,
the way she is
slowly rocking
back and forth
to the music fed
from her i pod,
the way her eyes
are closed,
gently like
a baby's,
the way her
painted lips
are stretched into
a small,
satisfied

Music
Submitted by imagine on February 2, 2008 - 17:44.Now that your lips
have kissed
my trumpet,
I suddenly can't
stop
playing it.
The metallic taste
makes me long
for yours.
It's funny how
music has always
made me feel
comforted,
but now,
each note
dances gloatingly inside
my empty room,
and reminds me
of how much I wish
that you
were here.

Electronic Music
Submitted by pineapple_babbit on January 27, 2008 - 19:29.Super hyper,
Super fast,
Super beat,
Make it last.
Play the music,
Super loud,
Super sonic,
Super crowd.
Dance around,
Super cool
Be yourself,
Be a fool.
Don’t worry,
Let go,
Feel the music,
Let it flow.
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Bus Music
Submitted by Professor_Zoom on January 19, 2008 - 22:31.Slight language warning in the song segment I quote here
sitting in my seat
headphones...on
volume...max
Green Day CD...in the player
"Play"
Let's see...which song now...
"The Grouch".
let's sing along.
"...Glory days don't mean shit to me
I drank a six-pack of apathy
Life's a bitch and so am I
The world owes me so FUCK YOU."
I look up

where'd you go?
Submitted by Professor_Zoom on December 31, 2007 - 21:01.Where'd you go?
I used to know you.
But now I look at you.
And it's a stranger that is standing there.
You look the same,
But I know that inside you aren't.
You've changed.
What happened?
How did you change so quickly?
How could you change so quickly?
You were off and gone in a flash.
And I'm stuck at the starting gate.
We had a song, remember?
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Rocker Girl
Submitted by imagine on December 29, 2007 - 18:31.Something about
the way she leans into the music,
not just floating on it,
but really sinking her crimson stilettos
into it's heart,
her fingers
strangling the song,
stabbing it with her
passion.
And she throws her head back,
brown hair
cascading in rivulets,
eyes squeezed shut,
hands clamped on the mic stand,
fingers tense,
veins popping,
seizing it as if
it's the only thing
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