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There's 7 billion 46 million people on the planet and most of us have the audacity to think we matter.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends And before the street begins, And there the grass grows soft and white, And there the sun burns crimson bright, And there the moon-bird rests from his flight To cool in the peppermint wind. Let us leave this place where the smoke blows black And the dark street winds and bends. Past the pits where the asphalt flowers grow We shall walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And watch where the chalk-white arrows go To the place where the sidewalk ends. Yes we'll walk with a walk that is measured and slow, And we'll go where the chalk-white arrows go, For the children, they mark, and the children, they know The place where the sidewalk ends.

The rest of the world was black and white, But we were in screaming color

A good rock band is like a great lover. Their rhythms simultaneously jolt and calm you. They know when and where to tease you to make it feel the best, how to draw from you the ultimate pleasure.

Those who have suffered understand suffering and thereby extend their hand.

Walking thru this graveyard, I realize times were never really hard. We live, we love, we let it go. The world ain't changed me at all.

We're all made the same but then born to change. Which then don't make us the same.

Who can understand the profound mystery of God?

You are more than the choices that you've made, You are more than the sum of your past mistakes, You are more than the problems you create, You've been remade.

You can't make a fan of everyone. Stay true to your story, characters, music, art or whatever it is you do and fuck everyone else who doesn't like it. Life isn't perfect.

You'll be stuck in my head like a melody.

You've got to kiss an Angel good morning.

A composer who can lift the spirit of a million people with a song, is a definite force for good.

All I can do is read a book to stay awake, and it rips my life away, but it's a great escape.

And one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea, but for now we are young, let us lay in the sun, and count every beautiful thing we can see... Can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all.

Another One!

Bello e irraggiungibile

Cause I'll be by your side wherever you fall In the dead of night whenever you call And please don't fight these hands that are holding you My hands are holding you

Cause I worked so hard to put the past to rest Now it's tumbling down on me just like an avalanche

Cause we're the here and now generation. "24/Seven

Come on, baby, let's ride. We can escape to the great sunshine

Creativity is the catalyst to the future.

Down in Louisiana we call that Boogie Woogie!

Eines Morgens hörte ich beim Aufwachen die ersten Akkorde des für mich großartigsten Duos zweier Sopran-Chöre, das jemals komponiert worden ist : das "De Torrente" des Dixit Dominus von Georg Friedrich Händel. " ... "Hundertmal hatte ich es gehört, im Chor auch selbst gesungen. An jenem Morgen war das gesamte Raumschiff erfüllt und durchdrungen von dieser Musik. Erst die Akkorde, dann der einsetzende Gesang. Meine Musik. Ganz leise und unvermittelt tauchte sie für mich auf im Weltall, Hunderte von Kilometern über dem Planeten Erde in der Schwerelosigkeit. ... an dem ich dann nach einiger Zeit mit ziemlich verschlafener Stimme auf den Weckruf geantwortet habe: Good Morning Houston.

Get crazy with the Cheez Whiz.

God, you're so handsome

His eyes are cold and restless His wounds have almost healed And she'd give half of Texas Just to change the way he feels She knows his love's in Tulsa And she knows he's gonna go Well it ain't no woman flesh and blood It's that damned old rodeo Well it's bulls and blood It's dust and mud It's the roar of a Sunday crowd It's the white in his knuckles The gold in the buckle He'll win the next go 'round It's boots and chaps It's cowboy hats It's spurs and latigo It's the ropes and the reins And the joy and the pain And they call the thing rodeo She does her best to hold him When his love comes to call But his need for it controls him And her back's against the wall And it's So long girl I'll see you When it's time for him to go You know the woman wants her cowboy Like he wants his rodeo

Ti penso forte forte e forte ti vorrei

We might be hollow, but we're brave

We were scholars long before colleges.

What about Monday? That could be our one day we look at things the same way, and wear funny shoes.

When the rain came I thought you'd leave 'cause I knew how much you loved the sun But you chose to stay, stay and keep me warm through the darkest nights I've ever known If the mandolin wind couldn't change a thing then I know I love ya

Your pain is your own until you put it to music, then it belongs to everyone. You'll find it lightens the load.

You see, there's some blues for folks ain't never had a thing, and that's a sad blues ... but the saddest kind of blues is for them that's had everything they ever wanted and has lost it, and knows it won't come back no more. Ain't no sufferin' in this world worse than that; and that's the blue we call 'I Had It But It's All Gone Now.

You wear your skin like it's too tight.

And if the world does turn, and if London burns, I'll be standing on the beach with my guitar

Cause in you're eyes, I'd like to stay

Come on boys and girls, lets blow up the world! ~ Dynamite State

Don't get me wrong I'd never say never 'Cause though love can change the weather No act of God can pull me away from you

DROP IT LIKE ITS HAAWWWWWWT

Happy soul;begin and end your day with music.

If I had some of Jesus' tools, I'd build a big house that has no rules. And a bed that's big enough for 13 babies, and me & Miss Olivia Brown.

If I were you, I'd put that away. See you're just wasted and thinking 'bout the past again, darlin' you'll be okay.

If you push me too far, you may believe I'm real.

If you're reading this book, there is probably an artist or band whose music you have an intense personal relationship with. I would also guess that this artist or band came into your life during a time when you were highly vulnerable. if this is the case, this artist or band might be the closest thing you had to a confidant. in fact, he, she, or it was better than a confidant, because his/her/its music articulated your own thoughts and feeling better than you ever could. This music elevated the raw materials of your life to the heights of art and poetry. It made you feel as if your personal experience was grander and more meaningful than it might otherwise have been. And naturally you attributed whatever that music was doing to your heart and brain to the people who made the music, and you came to believe that the qualities of the music were also true of the music's creators. "If this music understands me, then the people behind the music must also understand me," goes this line of thought.

I like the way you're walking if you're walking my way.

I maschi disegnati suoi metró confondono le linee di Miró

I miss the sound of your voice And I miss the rush of your skin And I miss the still of the silence As you breathe out and I breathe in

I'm never gonna let you close to me Even though you mean the most to me 'Cause everytime I open up, it hurts So I'm never gonna get too close to you Even when I mean the most to you In case you go and leave me in the dirt

Inside my heart is breaking, My make-up may be flaking, But my smile, still, stays on!