#er

I believe if I refuse to grow old, I can stay young 'til I die. ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

#ireneryan #musical #pippin #music

Just me, my music, and the voices in my head. ↗

— Christie Silvers

#fun #true #writers-on-writing #music

You could name practically any problem in the hood and there'd be a rap song for you. ↗

— Jay-Z

#inner-city #music #rap #music

Having a dissenting opinion on movies, music, or clothes, or owning clever or obscure possessions, is the way middle-class people fight one another for status...Hipsters, then, are the direct result of this cycle of indie, authentic, obscure, ironic, clever consummerism...It is ironic in the sense the very act of trying to run counter to the culture is what creates the next wave of culture people will in turn attempt to counter. ↗

— David McRaney

#hipsters #movies

Deep within I'm shaken by the violence of existing for only you... ↗

— Sarah McLachlan

#emotion #music #musicians #obsession #relationships

As one old gentleman put it, " Son, I don't care if you're stark nekkid and wear a bone in your nose. If you kin fiddle, you're all right with me. It's the music we make that counts. ↗

— Robert Fulghum

#fiddle #music #what-matters #music

Economics is a study of cause-and-effect relationships in an economy. It's purpose is to discern the consequences of various ways of allocating resources which have alternative uses. It has nothing to say about philosophy or values, anymore than it has to say about music or literature. ↗

— Thomas Sowell

#economy #politcal-pandering #socialism #music

She wanted an Angel of Music . . . an angel who would make her believe in herself at last. I'd been the Angel of Doom for the khanum. There was no reason in the world why I could not be the Angel of Music for Christine. I couldn't hope to be a man to her, I couldn't ever be a real, breathing, living man waking at her side and reaching out for her . . . But I could be her angel' -Erik ↗

— Susan Kay

#erik #phantom #susan-kay #music

taciturn, adj. There are days you come home silent. You say words, but you're still silent. I used to bombard you with conversational crowbars, but now I simply let the apartment fall mute. I hear you in the room -- turning on music, typing on the keys, getting up for a drink, shifting in your chair. I try to have my conversation with those sounds. ↗

— David Levithan

#lover-s-dictionary #music

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces. ↗

— Jess C. Scott

#connection #drugs #happiness #incubus #intimacy