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Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of read more
As the longfingered sun
reaches out to touch
a cloistered trillium
or a lake trembles in
the light of moon and stars
so can a poet's long rainbow
of words
play our heartstrings from afar.
When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.
When people hear good music, it makes them homesick for something they never had, and never will have.
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an read more
There's a lot of music that sounds like it's literally computer-generated, totally divorced from a guy sitting down at an instrument.
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
Cute little babies that fall out of swings - These are a few of my favorite things.
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more
Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, read more
We dance for laughter, we dance for tears, we dance for madness, we dance for fears, we dance for hopes, we dance for screams, we are the dancers, we create the dreams.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.
