Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member. Gants Hill would showcase a Hanukkah Menorah on the roundabout: when the roundabout was still fun Manga has been a greater influence on me than Disney could ever be TSU - a bit of a hieroglyph TSU- i already arrived at Black Sabbath's Black sabbath: let's forget the chords Atomic Rooster's: death walks behind you Deep Purple's: Black Night Spirit: when i touch you Free's: all right now Turkish Romanian Continue reading AAron Roz May Music is loud or quiet.
Music is soft or heavy. Music can have meaning or not. Music can be nothing or everything. Roger Turner - Poet Aug Soundtrack of my life. A sound as small as raindrops Take me back to a morning when I stood on line with a hundred others Brave women and brave men Cornwallis, Nova Scotia rain and U2 take me on a track To basic training on the east coast Wow, that's 25 years back A car crash and a siren Takes me to when I met my wife This was on the television when Princess Di, she lost her life So, my soundtrack is eclectic It's not just music fuels my trips It might be a golf ball bouncing That takes me through a time warp slip A song, that's just too easy Everyone has one of those But, can you travel back, oh, 30 years When someone blows their nose?
There's more sounds that effect me But, those I think I'll hide I will write about them later And I will take you on that ride In 50 years of living Lots of sounds have hit my ears We'll sit and chat about them One day over a few beers Yuri Gagarin and the yo-yo if ever the potency of a "keyboard crusader" existed, it's now - i can dangle a mouse above a bear-trap and tell an elephant of a phobia concerning mice any day of the week, when in fact i'm talking about a mousetrap: nothing more.
Macbeth it really dawned on me, when i was watching the film Macbeth - there was an eeriness to it, a near perfection of Shakespeare on screen Furnivall, ll. Cawdor v. Gondor - it's an ongoing narrative. Just Melz Nov Throughout this soundtrack that I call my life, your heart is the beat, your voice is the lyrics, your soul is the slow and steady rhythm, your kisses are the chorus and your face is the album art. Without you, I would never hear music the same again. Laing might have that it's also a sedative if you don't include social adhesion to loosen the tension of going out and dancing: then i don't see the point of saying it's all bad.
Phoebe Taylor Mar The Soundtrack of a Leaky Faucet. Drip⦠drip. The endless soundtrack of that leaky faucet, Drops of water waste away, minutes trickle by. Melted wishes flow on down, those pipe dreams only that. They all collect in that sea of broken promises. The Pacific, the Atlantic, they are dwarfed by this, the broken ocean. The waves do not crash, the storms do not roar, they do not recycle this endless sea.
