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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:48:22 GMT
Post by dannyoh on Apr 5, 2015 14:48:22 GMT
I chose "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen and it is about a boy who killed a man which leads him to question himself about his life.
Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Caught in a landslide, No escape from reality.
Open your eyes, Look up to the skies and see, I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy, Because I'm easy come, easy go, Little high, little low, Anyway the wind blows doesn't really matter to me, to me.
Mama, just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger, now he's dead. Mama, life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away.
Mama, ooh, Didn't mean to make you cry, If I'm not back again this time tomorrow, Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters.
Too late, my time has come, Sent shivers down my spine, Body's aching all the time. Goodbye, everybody, I've got to go, Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth.
Mama, ooh (anyway the wind blows), I don't wanna die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all.
I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, Scaramouche, will you do the Fandango? Thunderbolt and lightning, Very, very frightening me. (Galileo) Galileo. (Galileo) Galileo, Galileo Figaro Magnifico.
I'm just a poor boy, nobody loves me. He's just a poor boy from a poor family, Spare him his life from this monstrosity.
Easy come, easy go, will you let me go? Bismillah! No, we will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let him go!) Bismillah! We will not let you go. (Let me go!) Will not let you go. (Let me go!) Never, never let you go Never let me go, oh. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, mama mia, mama mia (Mama mia, let me go.) Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me, for me.
So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye? So you think you can love me and leave me to die? Oh, baby, can't do this to me, baby, Just gotta get out, just gotta get right outta here.
Nothing really matters, Anyone can see, Nothing really matters, Nothing really matters to me.
Anyway the wind blows.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:49:35 GMT
Post by woojong on Apr 5, 2015 14:49:35 GMT
My ballad is about a truck driver who travels for a long distance, even in storms or rain or snow to deliver goods to us or any other people. Although I can't find the original poem, it was interesting because the ballad made me think about all the laborers who are not recognized.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 14:56:11 GMT
Post by irin on Apr 5, 2015 14:56:11 GMT
"Better Than A Hallelujah" this ballad talks about God loves other things than Halleuja like he likes mother's tears dead of night than Hallelujah and I choose this poem because it has good meaning.
God loves a lulluby In a mother's tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
God loves the drunkard's cry The soldier's plea not to let him die Better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries God just hears a melody Beautiful, the mess we are The honest cries of breaking hearts Are better than a Hallelujah
The woman holding on for life The dying man giving up the fight Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
The tears of shame for what's been done The silence when the words won't come Are better than a Hallelujah sometimes
We pour out our miseries God just hears a melody Beautiful the mess we are The honest cries of breaking hearts Are better than a Hallelujah
Better than a church bell ringing Better than a choir singing out, singing out
We pour out out miseries God just hears a melody Beautiful, the mess we are The honest cries of breaking hearts Are better than a Hallelujah
We pour out our miseries God just hears a melody Beautiful, the mess we are The honest cries of breaking hearts Are better than a Hallelujah
(Better than a Hallelujah sometimes) Better than a Hallelujah (Better than a Hallelujah sometimes)
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 15:03:29 GMT
Post by sergeyfen on Apr 5, 2015 15:03:29 GMT
I chose the ballad called "the man who can't be moved" by The script. I chose it because it talks about a man who never gives on the loved one. Regardless. whether it's through the snow or wind he will always be there for that person and nothing will ever separate those two. I think that in our point of stage such persistence would be highly appreciated, frankly we need more people who are willing to fight for their loved ones. Going back to the corner where I first saw you, Gonna camp in my sleeping bag I'm not gonna move, Got some words on cardboard got your picture in my hand, Saying if you see this girl can you tell her where I am, Some try to hand me money they don't understand, I'm not, broke I'm just a broken hearted man, I know it makes no sense, but what else can I do, How can I move on when I'm still in love with you
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving I'm not moving
Policeman says son you can't stay here, I said there's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year, Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows, If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go.
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving I'm not moving
I'm not moving I'm not moving
People talk about the guy Who's waiting on a girl
There are no holes in his shoes But a big hole in his world
And maybe I'll get famous as man who can't be moved, And maybe you won't mean to but you'll see me on the news, And you'll come running to the corner 'Cause you'll know it's just for you
I'm the man who can't be moved I'm the man who can't be moved
'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me, And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I can be, Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet, And you'd see me waiting for you on the corner of the street.
So I'm not moving I'm not moving
I'm not moving I'm not moving
Going back to the corner where I first saw you, Gonna camp in my sleeping bag not I'm not gonna move.
Read more: Script - The Man Who Can't Be Moved Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 15:16:15 GMT
Post by hansoo on Apr 5, 2015 15:16:15 GMT
I chose the work of Shakespeare.
All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players; They have their exits and their entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, His acts being seven ages. At first, the infant, Mewling and puking in the nurse’s arms. Then the whining schoolboy, with his satchel And shining morning face, creeping like snail Unwillingly to school. And then the lover, Sighing like furnace, with a woeful ballad Made to his mistress’ eyebrow. Then a soldier, Full of strange oaths and bearded like the pard, Jealous in honor, sudden and quick in quarrel, Seeking the bubble reputation Even in the cannon’s mouth. And then the justice, In fair round belly with good capon lined, With eyes severe and beard of formal cut, Full of wise saws and modern instances; And so he plays his part. The sixth age shifts Into the lean and slippered pantaloon, With spectacles on nose and pouch on side; His youthful hose, well saved, a world too wide For his shrunk shank, and his big manly voice, Turning again toward childish treble, pipes And whistles in his sound. Last scene of all, That ends this strange eventful history, Is second childishness and mere oblivion, Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 15:53:22 GMT
Post by sanhakim95 on Apr 5, 2015 15:53:22 GMT
My Father was a Farmer: A Ballad by Robert Burns I chose this ballad because the title itself seemed to tell the story about author's father and it's interesting to me.
MY father was a farmer upon the Carrick border, O, And carefully he bred me in decency and order, O; He bade me act a manly part, though I had ne’er a farthing, O; For without an honest manly heart, no man was worth regarding, O.
Then out into the world my course I did determine, O; Tho’ to be rich was not my wish, yet to be great was charming, O; My talents they were not the worst, nor yet my education, O: Resolv’d was I at least to try to mend my situation, O.
In many a way, and vain essay, I courted Fortune’s favour, O; Some cause unseen still stept between, to frustrate each endeavour, O; Sometimes by foes I was o’erpower’d, sometimes by friends forsaken, O; And when my hope was at the top, I still was worst mistaken, O.
Then sore harass’d and tir’d at last, with Fortune’s vain delusion, O, I dropt my schemes, like idle dreams, and came to this conclusion, O; The past was bad, and the future hid, its good or ill untried, O; But the present hour was in my pow’r, and so I would enjoy it, O.
No help, nor hope, nor view had I, nor person to befriend me, O; So I must toil, and sweat, and moil, and labour to sustain me, O; To plough and sow, to reap and mow, my father bred me early, O; For one, he said, to labour bred, was a match for Fortune fairly, O.
Thus all obscure, unknown, and poor, thro’ life I’m doom’d to wander, O, Till down my weary bones I lay in everlasting slumber, O: No view nor care, but shun whate’er might breed me pain or sorrow, O; I live to-day as well’s I may, regardless of to-morrow, O.
But cheerful still, I am as well as a monarch in his palace, O, Tho’ Fortune’s frown still hunts me down, with all her wonted malice, O: I make indeed my daily bread, but ne’er can make it farther, O: But as daily bread is all I need, I do not much regard her, O.
When sometimes by my labour, I earn a little money, O, Some unforeseen misfortune comes gen’rally upon me, O; Mischance, mistake, or by neglect, or my goodnatur’d folly, O: But come what will, I’ve sworn it still, I’ll ne’er be melancholy, O.
All you who follow wealth and power with unremitting ardour, O, The more in this you look for bliss, you leave your view the farther, O: Had you the wealth Potosi boasts, or nations to adore you, O, A cheerful honest-hearted clown I will prefer before you, O.
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Ballad
Apr 5, 2015 23:11:13 GMT
Post by jmoon234 on Apr 5, 2015 23:11:13 GMT
I chose the Ballad of the Moon because I thought that it might be interesting due to the channel. Ballad of the Moon- Federico García Lorca
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.
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"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.
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"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.
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Ballad
Apr 12, 2015 13:34:04 GMT
Post by chrishong on Apr 12, 2015 13:34:04 GMT
The ballad I chose was this: "Total Eclipse of the Heart" by Bonnie Tyler
Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit lonely And you're never coming round Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit tired Of listening to the sound of my tears Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit nervous That the best of all the years have gone by Turnaround, every now and then I get a little bit terrified And then I see the look in your eyes Turnaround bright eyes, but every now and then I fall apart Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight And I need you more than ever And if you only hold me tight We'll be holding on forever And we'll only be making it right 'Cause we'll never be wrong together We can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time) I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight Forever's gonna start tonight Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love But now I'm only falling apart And there's nothing I can do A total eclipse of the heart Once upon a time there was light in my life But now there's only love in the dark Nothing I can say A total eclipse of the heart
Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart Turnaround bright eyes, every now and then I fall apart
And I need you now tonight (And I need you now) And I need you more than ever And if you only hold me tight (And if you only) We'll be holding on forever And we'll only be making it right ('Cause we'll never be wrong) 'Cause we'll never be wrong together We can take it to the end of the line Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time) I don't know what to do and I'm always in the dark We're living in a powder keg and giving off sparks I really need you tonight Forever's gonna start tonight Forever's gonna start tonight
Once upon a time I was falling in love But now I'm only falling apart And there's nothing I can say A total eclipse of the heart A total eclipse of the heart A total eclipse of the heart Turn around bright eyes
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