The Music In You! Presented by Thematic Attic with Rebel and Diane!
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Wonderful Topic!!! One of my Fave’s is “True Colors” by Cindy Loper!!!
(((Hugs))) Rebel & Diane!!! I’m running on like <5 hrs of sleep *sigh* I'll BB in the AM to visit for a while!!
Hello and welcome to Thematic Attic. Diane and I look forward to seeing what you bring to share!
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The music of my soul is Bluegrass. Or, as I like to call it, “Mountain Music.” This is one from my archive:
A Youtube video I made…
Awww I have more than one but, this has been one that inspires me in many ways
For Wind Beaneath My Wings everyone adds
Love is shared in many ways
You my friends here
Family those many gone
Special ones we meet that add a smile when feeling low
Love adds Wings
Love lifts you up when down
Keeps you going no matter what
Here is another that lifts me up adds a happy spirit, shared:)
Hi Diane and Rebel…exhausted tonight…but here is a little something! 🙂 :love:
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This song always boosts my spirits
Makes me wanna get up and dance
Love and light is all there is
There is no second chance! 🙂
STAYING POWER
When I had to go away
she said she wanted me to stay.
I wish I might, I wish I may
return to her soon one fine day!
Copyright October 12th 2011
Your kiss I still feel on my lips
As you hold my hips
We dance in the gym the lights low
You bring out my wild side and make me glow
We went our separate ways
But our memory of youth is still there
Because you will always be my wild thing as I was yours way back when
BBL Give me about a half hrs. Mother called is picking children up..See you in a bit..Hugs
Music the sound of a statue breathing
The silence paintings give to me
Music, when soft voices die leaving,
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MUSIC IS:
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A sound that vibrates in the memory
A language that needs no translation
Carrying the emotion of mortal hearts.
Giving you the subtle transformation
of feelings into what?–: into audible parts
grown out of us. Our passions growing
rising above us, forcing its way out,–
in holy departure, without our knowing
Music transcending fear, anger, doubt
becomes sure, as the other side of the air:
pure,boundless, free, alive without care
SHIT.
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MUSIC IS:
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Music the sound of a statue breathing
The silence paintings give to me
Music, when soft voices die leaving,
A sound that vibrates in the memory
A language that needs no translation
Carrying the emotion of mortal hearts.
Giving you the subtle transformation
of feelings into what?–: into audible parts
grown out of us. Our passions growing
rising above us, forcing its way out,–
in holy departure, without our knowing
Music transcending fear, anger, doubt
becomes sure, as the other side of the air:
pure,boundless, free, alive without care
I’m gonna take a page from Mary Margaret’s playbook but instead of slapping y’all with bacon, slap your ears with some Stones from their psychedelic “Their Satanic Majesties Request” album from WTH back in 1968. This stuff was my musical comfort food when I was in grueling old grad school living on $10 a week, although I never did drugs myownself LOL I was incredibly boring then…too… 🙄
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Music brings beauty to an ugly beast
when no woman dares to hold him
Where life is hard at his beggars feast
Music can sooth his angriest whim
His gnarled hands know no embrace
His eyes are stone grey pits of rage
People turn from his stone chiseled face
But music sweeps him out onto the stage
enraptured it lifts him to another dimension
alone in his cold room behind the red door
His music is the center of all attention
and..the dead prostitutes buried beneath the floor
Jim Steinman, with help from Meatloaf, tells just
how magical music is
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Stones….Painted black
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I see a dead whore and I want to smoke some crack
No colors anymore my biker gang took them back
I see the girls walk by, I’m not wearing any clothes
I have to turn my head to paint my mothers toes
I see a line of cars and sell them all my crack
With money and drugs, both never to come back
I see people turn their heads and quickly look away
Like a deseased crackhead it just happens ev’ryday
No more will my DT’s be mild just like the flue
I could not forsee this thing happening to you
If I look hard enough at my momma’s bum
Incestuous love will laugh with me before the morning comes
I look inside myself and see my heart is black
I see a dead whore and I want to smoke some crack
Maybe then I’ll fade away and not have to face the facts
It’s not easy facing up when your whorin’ on your backs
Glenn….painted…ummmm…whorey, lol…cool
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Far away places with unpronounceable names
Lightning tongues speaking a babble of mystery
But the music plays and the women dance
And the music floats inside and whispers to me
I feel their lives revealed as if I’ve lived them
I know their hopes and loves and ancient history
As the strange instruments seem to be calling
Long dead voices of forgotten days whisper to me
Like a cobra to the flute I am slowly ever rising
Losing the trappings of some hidden lost identity
absolutely beautiful, those last 2 lines are killer!! :love:
UM A FREAKIN MUSIC LOVER
Music of all kind
Is me a little of this
A bit little of that
Gimme reggae me gotta go Joe me oh by yo
Good ole rock ‘n roll jail house roock
Come on lets rock ta night
Gimme blues I keep um all the time
Hymn I use to sing them in church
Country he ha kick up yo heels and go cat go
Pop who dont like those swin cut a run jenny bud
Over the head round the waist dancin all nite
Jazzy jazz make that horn talk to me
Cry my a river over you
Even Baruch Beethoven sounds good ta me even ifin I dont all the words
Just music gimme music any ole tune will do
What ever mood hits me um inro some thing good
Written By: Bettie Davis ———————————————— © October 12 , 2o11
This is the one waz gonna post !!!!! Guess Id better go ta bed tirer that I thought …
The time has come for this ole Rebel to fly to roost. Y’all keep it on the sunny side…
http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=W73bup0gbJo
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Great blog with great music shared! I love this one so much that i made a video for it! 🙂 :love:
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Music in my soul.
It helps me glow.
I love to hear it has I write.
Sometimes the words flow just right.
The sounds catch my heart .
Has I stare out at the blank page before me.
I see life how I wish it to be.
I dream of so many fantasy .
I become the written words on the page.
I find my insight flow kind and right.
I don’t always find the light,
But I do write.
Hello Diane and Rebel.. what a great blog here today and I’m so sorry i never had a chance to get over here. Life outside of internet has been keeping me very busy and I wish I had more time to make it to all the blogs but I try to visit as much as I can. I hope everyone is having a fantastic Thursday… I’ll leave you with a song…
Love Will Keep Us Alive! :love:
Flash
same day mama born
was the day grandma torn
from our lives
in a flash
In a dream it was seen
was all cedar in the wall
a huge glass all tall
vine hanging out of cast
had to put it in, so it will last
family.. in other room
all bright not full of gloom
glimpse of a new life
happiness of surrounding might
celebrate.. whats to be at-last
a soul a blessing in lightning flash
MM-
Jan-2-2011
Just for you Rebel ~ A special Archive poem *smiling* we once did the Pfft you were gone song on the Fling when we were on MySpace………..
Oh I’d love to have the time and energy to go through this entire blog ~ Know that I so appreciate all the poets who continue to support the CPC and most of all our hosts!!!
I’m gonna rest before the Fling posts….
Thank you Rebel & Diane for being such wonderful hosts!!!
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WOW..What a night You all add height within heart 🙂 Wings you add for all the beautiful ink and music , shared
A-Rhodi aka Jon, Rebel and myself So, grateful for you all being here making Thematic Attic what it is
You are as music to our hearts :love: :love: :love: 😉
Loving this blog and challenge and gorgeous music and poetry posted. So sorry I was away from my own computer and couldn’t get to this when it was posted.