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The lullaby had the kind of tune everyone thinks they've heard before but can't remember where. A tune like that floats in the air all the time and now and then you catch it. ↗

— Kathleen Winter

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‎"The less random stuff you hear about, the more room in your ears for music, that's what I always say" -Paisley ↗

— Lynn Weingarten

#mind #music #paisley #sisterhood #music

Fox-Trot By the stream the fox and she-fox stood Nose to nose beneath the stars Dancing the music of the woods. The deer rapped a beat with their hooves, The ravens sang from raven hearts As by the stream the fox and she-fox stood. The great owl called as a great owl would, The squirrels all shimmied in the dark, Dancing the music of the woods. Then from the north a fierce wind blew And broke the starry dance apart By the stream where the fox and she-fox stood. ↗

— Beth Kephart

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We watched each other in the candlelight and suave music, and because laughter was the only weapon we had, we laughed until the chill of his story faded, and was gone. ↗

— Lauren Groff

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The last time I heard an orthodox Marxist statement that was music to my ears was from a member of the Rwanda Patriotic Front, during the mass slaughter in the country. 'The terms Hutu and Tutsi,' he said severely, 'are merely ideological constructs, describing different relationships to the means and mode of production.' But of course! ↗

— Christopher Hitchens

#ideology #marxism #rwanda #rwandan-genocide #rwandan-patriotic-front

I'm sure that if Plato hadn't been against music with a strong sexual beat, Bloom would have kept quiet about rock-and-roll. ↗

— E.D. Hirsch Jr.

#plato #rock-music #music

If he was like any of his music, he would be complex, explosive, sweet, sensual, and passionate. ↗

— Kailin Gow

#contemporary-fiction-music #erotica-romance #kailin-gow #sensuality #the-protege

. . .where there is no more hope, song remains. ↗

— Victor Hugo

#hopelessness #music #song #music

A few days ago I heard a performance of the Sibelius fifth symphony. As the closing bars approached, I experienced exactly the large, swelling emotion that the music was written to elicit. What would it have been like, I wondered, to be a Finn in the audience at the first performance of the symphony in Helsinki nearly a century ago, and feel that swell overtake one? The answer: one would have felt proud, proud that one of us could put together such sounds, proud that out of nothing we human beings can make such stuff. Contrast with that one´s feelings of shame that we, our people, have made Guantanamo. Musical creation on the one hand, a machine for inflicting pain and humiliation on the other: the best and the worst that human beings are capable of. ↗

— J.M. Coetzee

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And Goodness knows The Wicked's lives are lonely Goodness knows The Wicked die alone ↗

— Stephen Schwartz

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