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Ballad
Apr 4, 2015 13:24:23 GMT
Post by lins on Apr 4, 2015 13:24:23 GMT
We will learn about Ballad and Romantic period in this quarter. So we had to choose a ballad for ourself and explain why we chose this ballad. I chose the ballad of the moon. I chose this ballad because I like moon. (I know it is very simple reason.) Moreover, this ballad showed the culture and ideas of gypsies. For instance, in the poem, gypsies were described negatively, like the culture in Europe in the past. Here is my ballad:
The moon came into the forge in her bustle of flowering nard. The little boy stares at her, stares. The boy is staring hard. In the shaken air the moon moves her amrs, and shows lubricious and pure, her breasts of hard tin. "Moon, moon, moon, run! If the gypsies come, they will use your heart to make white necklaces and rings. " "Let me dance, my little one. When the gypsies come, they'll find you on the anvil with your lively eyes closed tight. "Moon, moon, moon, run! I can feelheir horses come. " "Let me be, my little one, don't step on me, all starched and white!" Closer comes the the horseman, drumming on the plain. The boy is in the forge; his eyes are closed. Through the olive grove come the gypsies, dream and bronze, their heads held high, their hooded eyes. Oh, how the night owl calls, calling, calling from its tree! The moon is climbing through the sky with the child by the hand. They are crying in the forge, all the gypsies, shouting, crying. The air is veiwing all, views all. The air is at the viewing.
This is written by Federico García Lorca. So what were your chosen ballad?
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 0:27:01 GMT
Post by ameliachen80385 on Apr 5, 2015 0:27:01 GMT
I chose "The Noble Man".Before reading this poem,I thought it will be about a man's wealthy life or how did he live his life since he is noble,but then the story is totally opposite of my thoughts.That's the reason why I chose this and it is really sad poem.
'As I was waling down the street I was two people in secret meet The second one said to the first You have some news to quench my thirst? In behind the old,damp,shed There lies a noble man slain,dead And no one knows he lies in strife Expect his dog and lonely wife With master gone where no one knocks His dog has left to chase fox His wife has found somebody new His house is left for all the view Though it's been empty for a while We'll be warm and dry in half a mile For now we can take comfort there We'll flee the place when it grows bare Many people knew the noble man But none do care where he was gone Over his grave,all do ignore The wind shall blow forever more.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 6:11:48 GMT
Post by dhiya on Apr 5, 2015 6:11:48 GMT
I chose a ballad song- More Than Words by Extreme. It's about how a guy has doubts if his girls really loves him or not, so he asks her to show him how much she loves him 'more than words' (in action, not just by saying 'i love you' but to 'show' him). No particular reason I chose this ballad. It came up on google, and I like the song, so why not
Lyrics: Saying I love you Is not the words I want to hear from you It's not that I want you Not to say, but if you only knew How easy it would be to show me how you feel More than words is all you have to do to make it real Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me 'Cause I'd already know What would you do if my heart was torn in two More than words to show you feel That your love for me is real What would you say if I took those words away Then you couldn't make things new Just by saying I love you
More than words
Now that I've tried to talk to you and make you understand All you have to do is close your eyes And just reach out your hands and touch me Hold me close don't ever let me go More than words is all I ever needed you to show Then you wouldn't have to say that you love me 'Cause I'd already know
What would you do if my heart was torn in two More than words to show you feel That your love for me is real What would you say if I took those words away Then you couldn't make things new Just by saying I love you
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woori
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 9:33:41 GMT
Post by woori on Apr 5, 2015 9:33:41 GMT
I chose "hotel California." The meaning of this ballad is that a man who decided to stay a hotel in the California saw many passionless people in the hotel. He wanted to leave the hotel as soon as possible because he felt like he will be like the people if he stayed for a long time. However, he slowly felt comfortable to stay in the hotel. I chose this because I liked this song before, then I found that this song was a ballad.
On a dark desert highway, Cool wind in my hair, Warm smell of “colitas” Rising up through the air, Up ahead in the distance I saw a shimmering light, My head grew heavy and my sight grew dim, I had to stop for the night. There she stood in the doorway, I heard the mission bell And I was thinkin’ to myself : “This could be heaven and this could be hell” Then she lit up a candle, And she showed me the way, There were voices down the corridor, I thought I heard them say
Welcome to the Hotel California, Such a lovely place, (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face Plenty of room at the Hotel California, Any time of year, (Any time of year) You can find it here
Her mind is Tiffany-twisted, She got the Mercedes Bends, She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, Sweet summer sweat Some dance to remember, Some dance to forget
So I called up the Captain “Please bring me my wine” He said, “We haven’t had that spirit here Since nineteen sixty-nine” And still those voices are calling from far away, Wake you up in the middle of the night Just to hear them say:
Welcome to the Hotel California, Such a lovely place, (Such a lovely place) Such a lovely face They’re livin’ it up at the Hotel California, What a nice surprise, (What a nice surprise) Bring your alibis
Mirrors on the ceiling, The pink champagne on ice, and she said: “We are all just prisoners here, Of our own device” And in the master’s chambers They gathered for the feast, They stabbed it with their steely knives, But they just can’t kill the beast
Last thing I remember, I was running for the door, I had to find the passage back to the place I was before, “Relax,” said the night man, “We are programmed to receive, You can check out anytime you like… but you can never leave”
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 9:58:07 GMT
Post by lukejoo on Apr 5, 2015 9:58:07 GMT
I chose a contemporary one which is "Love for a Child" by Jason Mraz. It's about his childhood which wasn't that pretty. He had to go through his parents' divorce. As a child, he too would have had many confused and depressed feelings, but his parents ignored them saying that he wouldn't know because he's just a child. And later on when they have to go through other hardships, they would simply say that "it's all for you." But to have to go through all of this bitter reality, this immature maturity is quite too much for a child to bare but the parents only end up thinking that all of this was "love for a child." Here are the lyrics.
There's a picture on my kitchen wall Looks like Jesus and his friends involved There's a party getting started in the yard There's a couple getting steamy in the car parked in the drive Was I too young to see this with my eyes?
By the pool last night, apparently The chemicals weren't mixed properly You hit your head and then forgot your name And then you woke up at the bottom by the drain And now your altitude and memory's a shame
[Chorus] What about taking this empty cup and filling it up With a little bit more of innocence I haven't had enough, it's probably because when you're young It's OK to be easily ignored I like to believe it was all about love for a child
And when the house was left in shambles Who was there to handle all the broken bits of glass Was it mom who put my dad out on his ass or the other way around Well I'm far too old to care about that now
[Chorus]
It's kinda nice to work the floor since the divorce I've been enjoying both my Christmases and my birthday cakes And taking drugs and making love at far too young an age and they never check to see my grades What a fool I'd be to start complaining now
[Chorus]
It was all about love...
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 11:51:08 GMT
Post by danielkim on Apr 5, 2015 11:51:08 GMT
I chose Ballade at Thirty-five by Dorothy Parker. In this ballad, the man is sad because a woman he loves rejected him. The ballad follows like this:
This, no song of an ingénue, This, no ballad of innocence; This, the rhyme of a lady who Followed ever her natural bents. This, a solo of sapience, This, a chantey of sophistry, This, the sum of experiments, -- I loved them until they loved me. Decked in garments of sable hue, Daubed with ashes of myriad Lents, Wearing shower bouquets of rue, Walk I ever in penitence. Oft I roam, as my heart repents, Through God's acre of memory, Marking stones, in my reverence, "I loved them until they loved me. " Pictures pass me in long review,-- Marching columns of dead events. I was tender, and, often, true; Ever a prey to coincidence. Always knew I the consequence; Always saw what the end would be. We're as Nature has made us – hence I loved them until they loved me.
I chose this ballad because I have been contacting a friend in Shanghai for a long time and just recently, the communication decreased. I was not sure why it started to decrease and I thought that he was busy, rejected me, or had a bad Internet connection. Overall, I felt lonely and sad just like the man in my ballad.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 11:59:55 GMT
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Post by James on Apr 5, 2015 11:59:55 GMT
I chose the convict by william wordsworth
The glory of evening was spread through the west; --On the slope of a mountain I stood; While the joy that precedes the calm season of rest Rang loud through the meadow and wood. "And must we then part from a dwelling so fair?" In the pain of my spirit I said, And with a deep sadness I turned, to repair To the cell where the convict is laid.
The thick-ribbed walls that o'ershadow the gate Resound; and the dungeons unfold: I pause; and at length, through the glimmering grate, That outcast of pity behold.
His black matted head on his shoulder is bent, And deep is the sigh of his breath, And with stedfast dejection his eyes are intent On the fetters that link him to death.
'Tis sorrow enough on that visage to gaze. That body dismiss'd from his care;
Yet my fancy has pierced to his heart, and pourtrays More terrible images there.
This describes the political revolution during the period of time
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daniel
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 12:14:38 GMT
Post by daniel on Apr 5, 2015 12:14:38 GMT
I chose "Ordinary Song" by Im Chang Jung. This is a ballad because it talkes about his situation and his love who left him.
I folded up the pushed back laundry I took a shower as if I was brushing every off My friend called me to have a drink So I’m going to empty my head
Filled with thoughts of you, I walk and walk I miss you so much, I shed tears A song that was playing on the streets Seemed like my story, the story of you and me
This is the most ordinary song, listen A song that everyone sings No matter how sad it is, don’t cry Don’t let it go like an ordinary breakup Like ordinary song lyrics
Everyone is filled with scars in front of love You left me with a painful heart The song we used to sing together Now it’s our story, the story of you and me
This is the most ordinary song, listen A song that everyone sings No matter how sad it is, don’t cry Don’t let it go like an ordinary breakup Like ordinary song lyrics
I can’t forget you, I can’t let you go Listen to this song, come back to me
This is the most ordinary song (this is the most ordinary song, listen) Listen (a song that everyone sings) No matter how sad it is, don’t cry Don’t let it go like an ordinary breakup Like ordinary song lyrics
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 12:40:17 GMT
Post by elisalee on Apr 5, 2015 12:40:17 GMT
I chose a ballad song called I'm Not The Only One by Sam Smith. This song is about a woman who knows that her husband is having an affair with other woman, but she can't do anything about it because she still loves him and needs him.
You and me, we made a vow For better or for worse I can't believe you let me down But the proof's in the way it hurts
For months on end I've had my doubts Denying every tear I wish this would be over now But I know that I still need you here
[Chorus:] You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one
You've been so unavailable Now sadly I know why Your heart is unobtainable Even though Lord knows you kept mine
[Chorus:] You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one
I have loved you for many years Maybe I am just not enough You've made me realize my deepest fear By lying and tearing us up
[Chorus 2x:] You say I'm crazy 'Cause you don't think I know what you've done But when you call me baby I know I'm not the only one
I know I'm not the only one I know I'm not the only one And I know... I know I'm not the only one
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jimim
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 13:47:21 GMT
Post by jimim on Apr 5, 2015 13:47:21 GMT
Whispering Your Name Poem by Joseph Blitch Deeply within the solitude of my mind, Like on a deserted island within the sea, My tangled thoughts hoping to unwind, Getting spirit, soul and mind to agree.
Stillness in the raging tides unattained, This empty vessel has washed ashore. I can hear the wind whisper your name. Could it be fate knocking at the door?
So old, was I getting a new first mate? Someone to honor, cherish and adore. The timing is it right or am I to late? In madness of mind, I would implore.
The words sounded absurd and funny. Head spinning as if I had drank wine. With a beautiful spirit sweet as honey. Such a beautiful lady, a treasure fine,
We'll accept destiny, come what may. Together uncharted waters we may sail. Having faith in each other is our stay. Love so strong must bond and not fail.
I chose this ballad because this seem very depressed and shows about love what ballad usually do. I liked the part 'with a beautiful spirit sweet as honey' because this shows metaphor to love. I like the author's metaphor and smilies so I chose this ballad.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 13:56:09 GMT
Post by crystalcao on Apr 5, 2015 13:56:09 GMT
I choose Where the Wild Roses Grow Nick Cave,Kylie Minouge
He call me the Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why he call me that I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one As she stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my faces
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 13:59:57 GMT
Post by estherchoi on Apr 5, 2015 13:59:57 GMT
My ballad is "Blatant Oblivien" by Samuel John. I know nothing about this ballad but the description of this ballad caught my attention so I chose this. It's about child abandonment and I can't wait to learn and analyze more.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:12:47 GMT
Post by brandonina on Apr 5, 2015 14:12:47 GMT
I used to think that I could not go on And life was nothing but an awful song But now I know the meaning of true love I'm leaning on the everlasting arms
If I can see it, then I can do it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
[Chorus:] I believe I can fly I believe I can touch the sky I think about it every night and day Spread my wings and fly away I believe I can soar I see me running through that open door I believe I can fly I believe I can fly I believe I can fly
See I was on the verge of breaking down Sometimes silence can seem so loud There are miracles in life I must achieve But first I know it starts inside of me, oh
If I can see it, then I can be it If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
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Hey, cause I believe in me, oh
If I can see it, then I can do it (I can do it) If I just believe it, there's nothing to it
[Chorus]
Hey, if I just spread my wings I can fly I can fly I can fly, hey If I just spread my wings I can fly-eye-eye-eye Hum, fly-eye-eye
The song is basically saying someone can reach a goal or somewhere near it if he or she believes in oneself.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:18:17 GMT
Post by edward95312 on Apr 5, 2015 14:18:17 GMT
DREAMS COME TRUE
Yeah.. there's a place that I can go
And it's a spot that no one knows
From this place beauty's all I see
When I am here my spirit's free
Unzip my heart and I say your name
Here on this hill I don't have to tame
A dreamer's wish where the secret's out
My future intentions I can freely shout
I lift my hands feel the summer heat
An amazing place nothing can compete
The fields all dance when I talk of you
They whisper softly.. "Dreams come true"
The fragrance of jasmine is all around
A dancing breeze is the only sound
Wild flowered fields far as I can see
Sweet taste of heaven I'm truly free
I lift my hands feel the summer heat
An amazing place nothing can compete
The fields all dance when I talk of you
They whisper softly.. "Dreams come true"
i chose this poem because i liked it. i liked that the writer wants to have freedom. i totally understood his feeling that someday dreams come true if we wait.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:25:04 GMT
Post by saimoon1 on Apr 5, 2015 14:25:04 GMT
I chose the ballad called the sound of silence, which basically means talks about how people think about talking to others and what might happen, but end up not talking and just stay quiet.
"The Sound Of Silence"
Hello darkness, my old friend, I've come to talk with you again, Because a vision softly creeping, Left its seeds while I was sleeping, And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone, 'Neath the halo of a street lamp, I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, People hearing without listening, People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools," said I, "You do not know – Silence like a cancer grows. Hear my words that I might teach you. Take my arms that I might reach you." But my words like silent raindrops fell And echoed in the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made. And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming. And the sign said, The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls And whispered in the sound of silence.
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