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SoundSound Posts: 579
edited December 2003 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Beautiful Music
Classical gift
surviving time
saving lifes
saving generations
love goes on
will keep going
as long as
there is love
lifes dream surprise
gives to the ears
the prize
It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

Jim Carrol
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  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    pretty.....
    ... like two violins, a cello and a viola.
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    I thought i should write something after the lovely night at the beach i had Saturday.
    I was going to a party with a friend, as it turned out the party sucked, so we decided to go to the beach.
    We were surprised to see right in the sand an orchestra playing classical music, it was the most beautiful thing ever. I had never seen it live.
    I got to see and hear Beethoven's "Ode to Joy".

    But my favorite is Aaron Copland, unfortunatly he is not too popular here in Brazil.
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SampradahaSampradaha Posts: 13
    Moments like that make it all worth while!
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Sound
    We were surprised to see right in the sand an orchestra playing classical music, it was the most beautiful thing ever. I had never seen it live.
    I got to see and hear Beethoven's "Ode to Joy".

    But my favorite is Aaron Copland, unfortunatly he is not too popular here in Brazil.

    "Ode to Joy" was my father's favorite piece of music. What an absolutely fabulous evening and visual inspiration Sound.

























    Aaron Copeland makes me want to ride horses, get my chaps dusty and eat steak!
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    I long for the day when another night can achieve the same beauty
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Sound
    I long for the day when another night can achieve the same beauty

    I hear you Sound,

    among the five elements,
    water
    mixed with music
    races to the finish line reeling to win
    as growing close behind
    the magical forests in my mind
    for that neverending story feeling

    i was walking with Ten
    near the shore of the Pugent Sound
    i heard Oceans with the
    sterio of water all around

    it was like your sound too.
    and if you look up you see you are in
    the next element, the biggest of all

    sky
    just above you on that beach was a giant planetarium i bet and shooting stars i bet and wow, feel like i was there.
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    It's the best feeling

    being so small next to such wonderfull surprises of life
    appriciation is something to learn
    others should know about the hidden beaty of things
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    beauty
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by Sound
    It's the best feeling


    and Jane's Addiction sends me reeling...

    4:05;
    In my neighborhood,
    When shots go off,
    No one bothers.
    A POP, and a reply POP, and no reply...

    Dinosaurs on the quilt I wore
    With a girl.
    Such a classic girl...
    Such a classic girl...
    Such a classic girl,

    Gives her man great ideas.
    Hears you tell your friends,
    Hey man, listen to my great idea!
    It's true I am a villain
    When you fall ill,
    that's probably because

    Men never can be.
    Not like a girl.
    A classic girl...
    Such a classic girl...

    They may say, Those were the days...,
    But in a way,
    You know for us these are the days.
    Yes, for us these are the days,

    And you know you're my girl!
    Such a classic girl...
    Such a classic girl...

    Yeah for us these are the days...
  • AliAli Posts: 2,621
    benjamin britten
    Good selection of Christmas music if you believe
    "This Little Babe"
    'That Yonge Childe'
    My high school choir teacher opened up my eyes to alot
    of great music....
    refreshed by the radio when I heard it the other night...
    tones of home....
    A whisper and a thrill
    A whisper and a chill
    adv2005

    "Why do I bother?"
    The 11th Commandment.
    "Whatever"

    PETITION TO STOP THE BAN OF SMOKING IN BARS IN THE UNITED STATES....Anyone?
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Originally posted by Sound
    I long for the day when another night can achieve the same beauty

    All you have to do is ask.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    Ask who and what?
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • dyaogirldyaogirl Posts: 138
    Ask yourself for whatever it is you want.

    That beautiful night wasn't a coincidence, it was something you created, something you made happen. Your life is a blank canvas and you are the painter. You have to ability to paint any picture that pleases you. Your beautiful night is a reflection of your beauty and what you bring into this existence. You have more beauty and power than you give yourself credit for, Sound.
    '..... Ah! A perfect illustration of the poststructuralist paradox. Does the signifier "Merlot" correspond with the 'truth' of the bottle I polished off last night, or do we hold in our thoughts a different "signified" of bottle-of-Merlot-ness? Perhaps we're dreaming of the same bottle!" -FinsburyParkCarrots

  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    I have done it before my imagination has taken me to far distances and the most beautiful places, i have been to 1000s of PJ concerts without actualy being to a single one.
    but what what amazes me are the surprises, the unexpected gift life gives us sometimes. I think it will happen again as soon as i forget about it.

    thank you Dyao, i will put my imagination to work again.

    you are too sweet
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
  • BhagavadGitaBhagavadGita Posts: 1,748
    Originally posted by dyaogirl
    Ask yourself for whatever it is you want.

    That beautiful night wasn't a coincidence, it was something you created, something you made happen. Your life is a blank canvas and you are the painter. You have to ability to paint any picture that pleases you. Your beautiful night is a reflection of your beauty and what you bring into this existence. You have more beauty and power than you give yourself credit for, Sound.

    Cool!

    dyaogirl, thats why
    you and i
    have so much paint on our clothes
    and we dont care if i washes out either
  • SoundSound Posts: 579
    Oh these women in my life, all a guy wants
    It was a dream, not a nightmare. A beautiful dream I could never imagined in a thousand nods. I saw this girl next to me, she wasn't beautiful until she smiled. And I felt that smile come at me in heat waves following. Soaking through my body and out my finger tips in shafts of color. And I knew somewhere in the world, somewhere, that there was love for me.

    Jim Carrol
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