The Art Of Music
Art is very beautiful wether it is visual,performing art or music.I enjoy all three of them.Music is a particular type of art that can take you to another world.People enjoy different types of genres,for example rock,heavy metal,pop,hip-hop,rap,etc..Music is a remedy for some when they are lonely,it helps them,consoles them,its almost like if it were some hearing remedy.MUsic serves as entertainment as well for parties to spice up an event.Music is everywhere all around us.Its the way how people get there words out,their feelings.Words that artists express stay in ones mind and can beaddicting.Addicting by making one sing it over and over for days.It may be so strong that it may not even let you work on your homework.For me, music is very addicting,I really enjoy music.I wake up turn on the radio,its with me in school,and when I come home I wont hesitate to push that on button on the radio.Songs may also be a weapon to people for example polititians,talking about them but the mind has the power to gop anywhere to think of anything and to be free.Music has the beauty of connectiong two people together,bringing back memories.The whole world is composed of music.By the sound of the waterfall bouncing on rocks,birds singing,and the thunderstorm’s anger.Sounds are played everyday,and if humans stop composing it,nature wont stop composing its own music.Here is one of my favorite songs…
Amber-311
Song lyrics | Amber lyrics
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
"Developing your character"
The Lady at the Icecream truck..
Kids are usually wild when the ice cream truck comes along.Begging,wining,and crying starts.My sister is one of those people who runs out the door when she hears the jolly sound.Her happy face suddenly turns to a sad face.Why because the mean lady comes,driving a vintage ice cream truck with melancholy colors.Who knows her name,she shouldn't even be to work with kids.her life is sour i bet.When starting her job she probably says that she doesn't want to see happy little kids,she probably hates them.It seems like if the kids from our block have already memorized her trucks tune,because when she comes it seems like if our street were a vast desert.No one comes out.Her appearance is very frightening.She has a maniacal stare like if she wants to eat you,looks into your eyes and says,"What do you want!"Cruella Devil that's who she is ,her plan is to ruin little kids lives by making them hope for sweets and then crushes them.Her little song tune may say shes jolly but shes nothing but pure evil.She plans jokes on kids.If she sees little kids waiting on the corner of their block she acts like if she is going to stop for them but she doesn't.She accelerates and just passes by them like nothing.That's the story of the grumpy lady driving the ice cream truck.
Kids are usually wild when the ice cream truck comes along.Begging,wining,and crying starts.My sister is one of those people who runs out the door when she hears the jolly sound.Her happy face suddenly turns to a sad face.Why because the mean lady comes,driving a vintage ice cream truck with melancholy colors.Who knows her name,she shouldn't even be to work with kids.her life is sour i bet.When starting her job she probably says that she doesn't want to see happy little kids,she probably hates them.It seems like if the kids from our block have already memorized her trucks tune,because when she comes it seems like if our street were a vast desert.No one comes out.Her appearance is very frightening.She has a maniacal stare like if she wants to eat you,looks into your eyes and says,"What do you want!"Cruella Devil that's who she is ,her plan is to ruin little kids lives by making them hope for sweets and then crushes them.Her little song tune may say shes jolly but shes nothing but pure evil.She plans jokes on kids.If she sees little kids waiting on the corner of their block she acts like if she is going to stop for them but she doesn't.She accelerates and just passes by them like nothing.That's the story of the grumpy lady driving the ice cream truck.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Setting
I am on the Santa Monica pier.
I see happy,vibrant faces everywhere awaiting to get on the rides.
I see lonely ballons flying in the sky happilly abandoned.
I see flashing lights everywhere loominig the dark sky.
I see birds floking everywhere.
I see people doing amazing tricks in front of large crowds.
I hear the waves crashing through the shore.
I hear childrens cries asking for cotton candy.
I hear alerting booms and bams anouncing there is a winner at some game.
I hear the air rushing through my hair.
I hear mom telling me hurry up before the line gets longer.
I can almost taste the smell of buttery popcorn.
I taste the dirty water that just went into my mouth after swimming.
I taste and crave for more exitement at the game room.
I taste the bitter taste of fish at a restourant.
I tase the nausiating feeling of the last ride.
I feel my sisters hand pulling me to go to the next ride.
I feel the bar to hold on so i wont fall of the ride.
I feel that my stomachs about to pop out of me because of the rides accelaration.
i feel the urge to eat something .
I feel like throwing myself on the sand.
I smell the renching odor of the trashcan next to me.
I smell Pizza from far away.
I smell the ocean breeze.
I smell the hotdog that the person is eating in back of me.
I smell reaaly good perfume.
I see happy,vibrant faces everywhere awaiting to get on the rides.
I see lonely ballons flying in the sky happilly abandoned.
I see flashing lights everywhere loominig the dark sky.
I see birds floking everywhere.
I see people doing amazing tricks in front of large crowds.
I hear the waves crashing through the shore.
I hear childrens cries asking for cotton candy.
I hear alerting booms and bams anouncing there is a winner at some game.
I hear the air rushing through my hair.
I hear mom telling me hurry up before the line gets longer.
I can almost taste the smell of buttery popcorn.
I taste the dirty water that just went into my mouth after swimming.
I taste and crave for more exitement at the game room.
I taste the bitter taste of fish at a restourant.
I tase the nausiating feeling of the last ride.
I feel my sisters hand pulling me to go to the next ride.
I feel the bar to hold on so i wont fall of the ride.
I feel that my stomachs about to pop out of me because of the rides accelaration.
i feel the urge to eat something .
I feel like throwing myself on the sand.
I smell the renching odor of the trashcan next to me.
I smell Pizza from far away.
I smell the ocean breeze.
I smell the hotdog that the person is eating in back of me.
I smell reaaly good perfume.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Response to Lyrics
Song lyrics | Monsoon lyrics
tokio hotel is a rockband not same as any other rockband.There words might have a strong impact but there angelical voices as well.Everybody always thinks that the band is made up of girls because their soung is unrecognizable. I like one song in particular of them and that is "Monsoon."A monsson is a big wind.A big wind that the singer feels he getting lost in.Through the monsoon he trying to find his lost love.The monsoon is like an obstacle trying to keep him away from her.He happens to see her face but the monsson starts to show up.The singer is determined to fight this monsson day and night just to get lost with her.This song could well be used to relax oneself because it's so peaceful.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Bio Poem
Martha
Child of martha and Antonio
Who loves family
Who hates betrayers
Who wants to go to college
Who wishes she could've fly
Who is scared of the sea
Who dreams of helping others
Who is determined to accomplish many of my goals
Who values honesty
Who is proud of my accomplishments
Who graduated from Irving
Who lives in fashion land
Martha
Child of martha and Antonio
Who loves family
Who hates betrayers
Who wants to go to college
Who wishes she could've fly
Who is scared of the sea
Who dreams of helping others
Who is determined to accomplish many of my goals
Who values honesty
Who is proud of my accomplishments
Who graduated from Irving
Who lives in fashion land
Martha
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