#su

I don't feel any shame I won't apologize if there ain't nowhere you can go running away from pain when you've been victimized tales from another broken home. ↗

— Billie Joe Armstrong

#green-day #jesus-of-suburbia #music #tales-of-another-broken-home #music

I'm not the one who's so far away When I feel the snake bite enter my veins. Never did I wanna be here again, And I don't remember why I came. ↗

— Sully Erna

#erna #godsmack #metal #music #snake

Now I think I understand how this world can overcome a man. ↗

— James Sullivan

#fiction #james #james-sullivan #music #nightmare

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

I want to drum up interest for instruments that are played by beating them with sticks. 
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— Jarod Kintz

#appealing #awareness #drum #instruments #interest

Musicians have always had a better understanding of love than the rest of us. Over the years they have told us that love: is like a rock, is here to stay, is all you need, will find a way, will keep us together, will tear us apart, sucks. ↗

— Cuthbert Soup

#love #music #musicians #rock #sucks

Don't compare yourself with anyone in this world...if you do so, you are insulting yourself. ↗

— Bill Gates

#insult #unique #insult

Music lets you write your own checks. Don't ever forget that. ↗

— Jason Jack Miller

#appalachian-fiction #deal-with-the-devil #jason-jack-miller #murder-ballads-and-whiskey #supernatural

(regarding the prelude from suite two)... The key is minor, the three notes a tragic triad. The tones move closer and closer to a harrowing vision, weaving spiter-like, relentlessly gathering sound into thighter concentric circle that come to an abrupt stop. Nothing fills the empty space. A tiny prayer is uttered. ↗

— Eric Siblin

#music #music

Gimmerton chapel bells were still ringing and the full, mellow flow of the beck in the valley came soothingly on the ear. It was a sweet substitute for the yet absent murmur of the summer foliage, which drowned that music about the Grange when the trees were in leaf. ↗

— Emily Brontë

#nature #summer #music