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Cinnamon Girl" wasn't right for this day, for this time, for what was about to happen. If he were to have music, he thought, maybe Shostakovich, a few measures from the Lyric Waltz in Jazz Suite Number 2. Something sweet, yet pensive, with a taste of tragedy; Qatar was an intellectual, and he knew his music. ↗

— John Sandford

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It was more like an abortion than music, but he got a wildly enthusiastic response from the crowd. Well, we're all pro-choice out here in Hillmont, after all. ↗

— Frank Portman

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Sounds of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass ↗

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

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Someday when we're older, we'll learn who to trust. But heroes and saviors, can't save folks like us. ↗

— Kevin Dalton

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Who cares about my voice? There are more important things going on in the world. I want to make a difference. I’m going to law school. I want to become a public defender.” I couldn’t believe she’d give up singing to work with scumbags like me. “By the time a guy ends up in front of the judge, it’s too late to make a difference.” “It’s never too late to make a difference,” she said. “All I’m saying is that with your music you could have an influence on people before they end up in trouble. ↗

— Carolee Dean

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It's in my genes. My mother was an opera singer. I'm clearly dramatic. ↗

— Mariah Carey

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It's not enough just to do those things anymore; what you must do instead if you want success on any large scale is either figure out a way of getting yourself associated in the audience's mind with their pieties and their sense of 'community,' i.e. ram it home that you're one of THEM; or, alternately, deck and bake yourself into an image configuration so blatant or outrageous that you become a culture myth. ↗

— Lester Bangs

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London, London, London town, You can toughen up or get thrown around. ↗

— Kano

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She wasn't actually speaking to me, she was singing a kind of lullaby of talk. But, eventually, the music stopped. ↗

— Alice Sebold

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But in her web she still delights To weave the mirror’s magic sights, For often thro’ the silent nights A funeral, with plumes and lights, And music, went to Camelot: Or when the moon was overhead, Came two young lovers lately wed; “I am half-sick of shadows,” said The Lady of Shalott. ↗

— Alfred Tennyson

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