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Poems are the chorus of our lives. the poet sets the words to the music of our souls. Each poem has its own rhythm that drums like a heartbeat. ↗

— John H Ritter

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Jesus! it is the name which moves the harps of heaven to melody. Jesus! the life of all our joys. If there be one name more charming, more precious than another, it is this name. It is woven into the very warp and woof of our psalmody. Many of our hymns begin with it, and scarcely any, that are good for anything, end without it. It is the sum total of all delights. It is the music with which the bells of heaven ring; a song in a word; an ocean for comprehension, although a drop for brevity; a matchless oratorio in two syllables; a gathering up of the hallelujahs of eternity in five letters. ↗

— Charles H. Spurgeon

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We start our lives with blues . . . with music. It's our first language. It's the rhythm of the womb. It's your mama's heartbeat inside your head. ↗

— David Mutti Clark

#god #griot #music #spirituality #troubadour

And here's to the blues, the real blues— where there's a hint of hope in every cry of desperation. ↗

— David Mutti Clark

#griot #music #race-relations #spirituality #troubadour

If music serves to convey feelings through the interaction of physical gestures and sound, the musician needs his brain state to match the emotional state he is trying to express. Although the studies haven't been performed yet, I'm willing to bet that when B.B. King is playing the blues and when he is feeling the blues, the neural signatures are very similar. (Of course there will be differences, too, and part of the scientific hurdle will be subtracting out the processes involved in issuing motor commands and listening to music, versus just sitting on a chair, head in hands, and feeling down.) And as listeners, there is every reason to believe that some of our brain states will match those of the musicians we are listening to. ↗

— Daniel J. Levitin

#science #music

There’s something lyrical about an eternal truth. It’s a graceful riff. A free-flowing melody. Light and airy, it floats all around you. And when it lands on your ears, when you hear it for the first time, you instantly recognize it― because it’s like bumping into an ageless, best friend. ↗

— David Mutti Clark

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And for the first time in hundreds of years, the night came alive with the music of dragons. ↗

— George R.R. Martin

#ending #music

One can learn anything, anything at all, I thought, if provided by a gifted and passionate teacher. ↗

— Pat Conroy

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We all got it, if you want it gotta get it out I know you know what I'm talking about See it's the music from the magic, got me on top of these clouds, come on Keep it poppin' with my favorite song There's no feeling like the city walking with my walkman on It gets to me, giving me goosebumps and I'm gone And when I die just make sure that I got my pen and headphones on In good times and upsets Rain, hail, beats, sand, heat, land, and a lot of damn sunsets ↗

— Macklemore

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His guess was confirmed when they approached the well-built harbour of a prosperous town and saw the banners flying from the bastions of the citadel. After the sultry heat of Zarzis, the sailors’ hearts were lifted and refreshed by the airy music reaching their ears as they pulled in towards the marble wharf. Only when they docked did they realise that they were listening to the sound of the breeze strumming through countless wind-harps and chiming among webs and lattices of translucent shell. It felt as though the wind that had blown them there was now celebrating their arrival. ↗

— Lindsay Clarke

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