#rock

Be still and know you are loved – Feel the arms of the universe Rocking you to its steady hum. ↗

— Jay Woodman

#rocking #steady #still #universe #love

Seriously, what is it about men in jeans and bare feet which is so totally hot? ↗

— Samantha Towle

#rock-stars #tattoos #men

A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#polished #rock #smooth #wisdom #wise

Punk is musical freedom. It's saying, doing and playing what you want. In Webster's terms, 'nirvana' means freedom from pain, suffering and the external world, and that's pretty close to my definition of Punk Rock. ↗

— Kurt Cobain

#definition #doing #external #external world #freedom

Nothing is born into this world without labor. ↗

— Rob Liano

#action #attempt #birth #coaching #inspiration

On Jesus' rock, my life abounds; all other floors are slippery grounds. His love for me, is mercy band; any other love is sinking sand. ↗

— Israelmore Ayivor

#band #begotten-son #bible #christ #floor

I declare that The Beatles are mutants. Prototypes of evolutionary agents sent by God, endowed with a mysterious power to create a new human species, a young race of laughing freemen. ↗

— Timothy Leary

#freedom #freemen #music #mutant #mutation

Raw, alive and honest to the point of disgusting it's listener, Placebo set out to inspire mystery and confusion. Admitting to relishing groups who could make their audience vomit with the sheer intensity of their musical vibrations, Brian clearly knew how to make an impact. Discussing sonic overload with unsettling enthusiasm, he claimed "Some frequencies can make you physically ill or make your bowels loose. The Swans used to do it. By the end of gigs people would vomit because the frequencies were so nasty. ↗

— Chloe Govan

#concerts #music-concerts #placebo #rock-music #inspirational

Rock music should be gross: that's the fun of it. It gets up and drops its trousers. ↗

— Bruce Dickinson

#fun #gets #gross #music #rock

A week of sweeping fogs has passed over and given me a strange sense of exile and desolation. I walk round the island nearly every day, yet I can see nothing anywhere but a mass of wet rock, a strip of surf, and then a tumult of waves. ↗

— John Millington Synge

#day #desolation #every #every day #exile