I never sing the chorus. I just listen. To the way it sounds the first time. Then the second time I begin. I want to appreciate what the artist behind its making intended before I translate it with the tone of my own voice.
I can sing. But not like the one who usually sings a chorus. I sound like the one who usually sings a chorus has had one Guinness too many. Which really isn’t true because a bottle of Guinness has the same number of calories as a cup of OJ.
unison. dawn. enlightenment and illumination of the masses. waking us up from our dark dream-strewn slumber. Rousing us with the noise of song sung by one. Bird and man, competition and harmony
Maybe it was stupid of me to want to join this choir. But somehow, I knew I needed to. But maybe it was wrong that I was only doing it to spite my Dad, who hated the idea of religion. But of course the choirmaster didn’t have to know that.
This is where I used to belong. We sat in neat rows and gathered around a piano, letting our voices blend together into sweet and sour harmonies. I may have cried when it was over, I can’t remember. I never went back. After a while it was too late, even if I never forgot my part of the song. Everyone moved on without me.
The chorus of the choir echoed loudly through the Church, and somehow it calmed him. He was running away from something, and the nun wasn’t quite sure what. But she saw the look in his eyes, and was sure. He was innocent.
Chorus. I love song choruses. The verses of the lyrics are the veins through which the emotion flows, and the chorus itself is the circulatory muscle that pumps the song’s life on and on. I’m not sure why I chose that analogy, but I suppose I’m trying to show that songs give life. Songs make us feel alive when we’re feeling down, and they cheer us up when we’re depressed.
one song many people sing together. it sounds beautiful as long as the people aren’t tone deaf. what else am i supposed to write? this is dumb. :| and b
I feel the chorus
of a hundred doubts
echoing in my mind
and yet for all their clamor
the resounding aria
of a beautiful hope
answers
and swallows them whole.
We talk, we laugh, we dance, we sing alone. We learn our own words, to make our stories heard. We want the world to know MY story; she wants HERS told; and everyone says their OWN. But then, something beautiful happens. Chorus. And we talk, we laugh, we dance, and we sing it together.
The chorus began stirring. THey didn’t see the director anyewhere. Was he even still coming tonight? the roof of the church was suddenly ripped off, and a bright light washed through the church, blinding everyone.
i’ve been in chorus since i was in 3rd grade. i had to try out for chorus in middle school and also in high school and i must say i love it. i dont regret going out for it because i do love to sing. although people don’t like being in it there are a few plus sides to it. and thats the wonderful friends i have come to develop over the years.
Today in chorus my boyfriend and I decided to “take a break” and “go to the bathroom”. Well, instead of going to the bathroom we walked all the way downstairs into the forum and made out for an hour. When we came back our excuse was we had a lot for lunch. Time. Well. Spent.
It was used in greek plays, as the voice of reason. It used to be formed by a group of actors, commenting about the action on stage. It was used in Greek tragedies, comedies and Satyrs.
Chorus is the part of a song where people sing together. I saw a lot of it in the royal wedding on television yesterday. A lot of young geeky looking kids wearing really weird clothes were singing songs together, in girly voices. It sounded kind of good though. I like the word. It’s a really nice word.
Hear the voices, strong and clear. The message is hope, effort, camaraderie: we are joined together –patriots for the cause, brothers in a single world.
The bees in the honeysuckle presented a chorus to the ear. They flew from flower to flower and sang in harmony with the birds. A lizard darted away to lands unknown, and I rejoiced in spring.
She asks me to close my eyes. I follow her instruction without hesitating. I heard the orchestra and chorus begins to sing a very beautiful song. She still holds my hand and walks to guide me to her way.
to be in a chorus, usually means to be part of something that you guessed to be important..Anyway your own individuality is lost but whats wrong about that? nothing..since of course anyway death is imminent and probably better at taking away such things as individuality.
Pana sa imi dau eu seama daca vreau sa ascult muzica sau nu mi-au venit in cap zeci de melodii si versuri triste care nu fac altceva decat sa-mi aminteasca de el. Dar acum nu sunt trista. Sau cel putin nu sunt trista la modul nasol… e doar o nostalge draguta care se va transforma in altceva.
chorus people are in the most rhetoric of styles cuming out to give a thundurous roar of the chores in the wake of independence in this amazing nation.
chorus in the background fills the empty silence. melodies carry me high, although i’m low. i’m dangerously low. i feel as if i could seep into the earth, vanish as if i were standing on quick sand when all i have is a heavy heart,
Every morning I am woken up by a very discordant bunch of crows. Their chorus is more like the sound of a disappointed audience than that of a lovely wake up melody. Bloody crows.
A Chorus Line–I’ve never seen it. I doubt I’ve ever seen an actual stage musical. If I have, I don’t remember it. Doesn’t seem like it would be my thing. Perhaps I’d surprise myself.
the magical feeling of hearing so many voices in unison and in harmony. perfectly at the center of each pitch. not sharp. not flat. the gentle but firm hands of the conductor gently tugging on invisible strings to guide the four or eight parts of the chorus.
There was once a choir teacher that had a dirty little secret. If there was anyone that was going to figure it out, it was Nigel Applewhite, junior at Justice High. He was good at getting information from people, and a silly music fanatic would prove to be no issue, he thought. Once morning, he strolled into the classroom that was not his own and rudely interrupted.
Nine gold rings…. five actually but fine. Aled Jones ( he must have had backing) Will and Kate’s wedding those kids had tight little collars… weird :S But a branch of songbirds beats em all.
I never sing the chorus. I just listen. To the way it sounds the first time. Then the second time I begin. I want to appreciate what the artist behind its making intended before I translate it with the tone of my own voice.
I can sing. But not like the one who usually sings a chorus. I sound like the one who usually sings a chorus has had one Guinness too many. Which really isn’t true because a bottle of Guinness has the same number of calories as a cup of OJ.
Drink more Guinness, and less acid.
Voice is different and number of voices is a different thing. When the number of voices are more it disturbs the peace of mind.
unison. dawn. enlightenment and illumination of the masses. waking us up from our dark dream-strewn slumber. Rousing us with the noise of song sung by one. Bird and man, competition and harmony
Maybe it was stupid of me to want to join this choir. But somehow, I knew I needed to. But maybe it was wrong that I was only doing it to spite my Dad, who hated the idea of religion. But of course the choirmaster didn’t have to know that.
to sing in chorus means to sing together and in musical harmony. I don’t like chorus songs, except church chorus songs.
This is where I used to belong. We sat in neat rows and gathered around a piano, letting our voices blend together into sweet and sour harmonies. I may have cried when it was over, I can’t remember. I never went back. After a while it was too late, even if I never forgot my part of the song. Everyone moved on without me.
blending the voices and howling as one screeching and loving the one chord they could not stop singing into the morning
The chorus of the choir echoed loudly through the Church, and somehow it calmed him. He was running away from something, and the nun wasn’t quite sure what. But she saw the look in his eyes, and was sure. He was innocent.
Chorus. I love song choruses. The verses of the lyrics are the veins through which the emotion flows, and the chorus itself is the circulatory muscle that pumps the song’s life on and on. I’m not sure why I chose that analogy, but I suppose I’m trying to show that songs give life. Songs make us feel alive when we’re feeling down, and they cheer us up when we’re depressed.
hmmm. what do you want to know? how do I play this? that’s what I I want to know…
oh the chorus is with us today, break out the risers and 85 chairs, set it up inbetween pieces and tear it down at the intermission. pain in the ass
I love chorus. It’s what makes a song sound more beautiful. No matter what, it’s the main thing in any song. It is the essence of music writing.
one song many people sing together. it sounds beautiful as long as the people aren’t tone deaf. what else am i supposed to write? this is dumb. :| and b
I feel the chorus
of a hundred doubts
echoing in my mind
and yet for all their clamor
the resounding aria
of a beautiful hope
answers
and swallows them whole.
We talk, we laugh, we dance, we sing alone. We learn our own words, to make our stories heard. We want the world to know MY story; she wants HERS told; and everyone says their OWN. But then, something beautiful happens. Chorus. And we talk, we laugh, we dance, and we sing it together.
The chorus began stirring. THey didn’t see the director anyewhere. Was he even still coming tonight? the roof of the church was suddenly ripped off, and a bright light washed through the church, blinding everyone.
i’ve been in chorus since i was in 3rd grade. i had to try out for chorus in middle school and also in high school and i must say i love it. i dont regret going out for it because i do love to sing. although people don’t like being in it there are a few plus sides to it. and thats the wonderful friends i have come to develop over the years.
the words are nothing but the melody repeats in my head, constantly looping around in a never ending cacophony of life’s soundtrack
Today in chorus my boyfriend and I decided to “take a break” and “go to the bathroom”. Well, instead of going to the bathroom we walked all the way downstairs into the forum and made out for an hour. When we came back our excuse was we had a lot for lunch. Time. Well. Spent.
It was used in greek plays, as the voice of reason. It used to be formed by a group of actors, commenting about the action on stage. It was used in Greek tragedies, comedies and Satyrs.
Everything comes into play. The solitaries of the day, sings at the top of their lungs, and together they are one.
Chorus is the part of a song where people sing together. I saw a lot of it in the royal wedding on television yesterday. A lot of young geeky looking kids wearing really weird clothes were singing songs together, in girly voices. It sounded kind of good though. I like the word. It’s a really nice word.
Hear the voices, strong and clear. The message is hope, effort, camaraderie: we are joined together –patriots for the cause, brothers in a single world.
The bees in the honeysuckle presented a chorus to the ear. They flew from flower to flower and sang in harmony with the birds. A lizard darted away to lands unknown, and I rejoiced in spring.
They tell the story
In a nutshell –
Who loved, who died
Who made the
Tragic
Mistake
I’m glad they don’t have their hands on my storyline.
I don’t want to know if it ends badly.
She asks me to close my eyes. I follow her instruction without hesitating. I heard the orchestra and chorus begins to sing a very beautiful song. She still holds my hand and walks to guide me to her way.
The sound of a hundred kindred voices speaking one message. A beautiful thing to see and to experience. Unity in motive.
to be in a chorus, usually means to be part of something that you guessed to be important..Anyway your own individuality is lost but whats wrong about that? nothing..since of course anyway death is imminent and probably better at taking away such things as individuality.
Pana sa imi dau eu seama daca vreau sa ascult muzica sau nu mi-au venit in cap zeci de melodii si versuri triste care nu fac altceva decat sa-mi aminteasca de el. Dar acum nu sunt trista. Sau cel putin nu sunt trista la modul nasol… e doar o nostalge draguta care se va transforma in altceva.
best part of a song, really… easiest to remember… always gives a good feeling, I suppose.
OR its a group of singers… EITHER WAY, it’s cool. XD
chorus people are in the most rhetoric of styles cuming out to give a thundurous roar of the chores in the wake of independence in this amazing nation.
chorus in the background fills the empty silence. melodies carry me high, although i’m low. i’m dangerously low. i feel as if i could seep into the earth, vanish as if i were standing on quick sand when all i have is a heavy heart,
Every morning I am woken up by a very discordant bunch of crows. Their chorus is more like the sound of a disappointed audience than that of a lovely wake up melody. Bloody crows.
A Chorus Line–I’ve never seen it. I doubt I’ve ever seen an actual stage musical. If I have, I don’t remember it. Doesn’t seem like it would be my thing. Perhaps I’d surprise myself.
Dawn chorus, gossiping birds cracking the daylight, shattering the peace and waking me from a dream of dawn birds
the magical feeling of hearing so many voices in unison and in harmony. perfectly at the center of each pitch. not sharp. not flat. the gentle but firm hands of the conductor gently tugging on invisible strings to guide the four or eight parts of the chorus.
There was once a choir teacher that had a dirty little secret. If there was anyone that was going to figure it out, it was Nigel Applewhite, junior at Justice High. He was good at getting information from people, and a silly music fanatic would prove to be no issue, he thought. Once morning, he strolled into the classroom that was not his own and rudely interrupted.
It is something in a song that pieces it all together. Music, Song, Verse
The girls, all standing there, all so beautiful, like a divine chorus in the cathedral.
Nine gold rings…. five actually but fine. Aled Jones ( he must have had backing) Will and Kate’s wedding those kids had tight little collars… weird :S But a branch of songbirds beats em all.