One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-nots and the countless stars.
David Paul KirkpatrickTags: inspirational love music revelation soulmates
Is the music broke, Mommy?
Edward M. WolfeTags: music apocalypse apocalyptic radio kids mom nuclear colorado nuclear-bomb mommy wolfe denver edward-wolfe
Abolish music prejudices. Form opinions and love music for itself, not its genre, performer(s) or popularity status.
Abigail BiddingerTags: art love music opinions free genre prejudices abigail abolish biddinger
Even the simple act of tuning the radio to a music program can lift our spirits and show the world "I'm not going to give up.
Shirley CorderTags: inspirational music health
Good film, television, or music keeps you awake, anxious for the next movement or act, and wanting more when it is finished.
John GrootersTags: music television film wanting
It seemed so simple in a lot of ways, to use a basic melody to pull away from myself. To ease the pain and hide my feelings deep within a metaphor that only I understood. I couldn’t have foreseen that my quiet and dark night of the soul would start me down a path of expression through song.
Mike EricksenTags: music expressing-yourself healing-grief
The world is filled with people who are no longer needed—and who try to make slaves of all of us—and they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare—and without their musical and ideological miscar-riages to compare our Song of freedom to, we’d not have any opposite to compare music with—and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we’d never knows its speed, its power.
Woodie GurthieTags: music
The world is filled with people who are no longer needed—and who try to make slaves of all of us—and they have their music and we have ours. Theirs, the wasted songs of a superstitious nightmare—and without their musical and ideological miscar-riages to compare our Song of freedom to, we’d not have any opposite to compare music with—and like the drifting wind, hitting against no obstacle, we’d never knows its speed, its power.
Tiffanie DeBartoloTags: truth music woody-gurthie
Orpheus never liked words. He had his music. He would get a funny look on his face and I would say what are you thinking about and he would always be thinking about music.
Sarah RuhlTags: music relationships play musicians
Think of the great poetry, the music and dance and ritual that spring forth from our aspiring to a life beyond death. Maybe these things are justification enough for our hopes and dreams, although I wouldn't say that to a dying man.
Don DeLilloTags: art arts music poetry dance death dreams hope life-after-death dream ritual dying posterity hopes
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