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I'm so gifted at findin' what I don't like the most


Kanye West


#music

Elvis Presley once said that I don’t know anything about the music. It is because he is the music itself! The nightingales don’t know anything about the music!


Mehmet Murat ildan


#music

Cause when I hear your name I can not stop cheesing I love you so much that my heart stops beating when you're leaving And I'm grieving and my heart starts bleeding Life without you has no goddamn meaning


Tyler The Creator


#heartbeat #life #love #lyrics #music

It always is harder to be left behind than to be the one to go...


Brock Thoene


#goodbyes #sadness #truths #autumn

Oh, I can see that,” Catelyn said. “Lord Tully is fond of song, I hear. No doubt you’ve been to Riverrun.” “A hundred times,” Marillion the singer said airily. “They keep a chamber for me, and the young lord is like a brother.” Catelyn smiled, wondering what Edmure would think of that. Another singer had once bedded a girl her brother fancied; he had hated the breed ever since. “And Winterfell?” she asked him. “Have you traveled north?” “Why would I?” Marillion asked. “It’s all blizzards and bearskins up there, and the Starks know no music but the howling of wolves.” Distantly, she was aware of the door banging open at the far end of the room.


George R.R. Martin


#winterfell #music

Poets sing our human music for us.


Carol Ann Duffy


#poet-laureate #poetry #poets #song #music

Well come and stand a little bit closer, breathe in and get a bit higher. You'll ever know what hit you when I get to you!


Savage Garden


#music #savage-garden #music

She was born as music–a single, mellow note suspended in the air. Suspended as if strung from nothing, held into possibilities of sound. Her clear note hung a lone, sweet tone in the midst of us all; as silence captured its ache and tenderly, reluctantly released it, dipped it lower into a breath of melancholy only to lift again to its earlier height both rich and real and complete–one solitary note swaying into the early dawn. Emily arrived in the cold, grey hours of the newborn year, between the breathing dark and the pearl, winter light. A child of the dawn, before dawn broke.


Debi Cimo


#delicate #emily #music

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






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