songs

Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight?

I steal one glance over my shoulder as soon as we are far from the foreboding luminance of the neon glow, and it is there that my stomach leaps into my throat. Squatting just shy of the light and partially concealed by the shade of an alley is a sinister silhouette beneath a crimson cowl, beaming a demonic smile which spans from cheek to swollen cheek.

History doesn__ start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game.

Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home?

Over and over. They be making me remember everythings. Me old songs, they just be natural. But now they be stuffing new things into me and this poor head hurts horrid.

88% of what we call good songs aren__ really good. They merely remind us of a good time we once had.

Music replays the past memories, awaken our forgotten worlds and make our minds travel.

People who care nothing for their country's stories and songs,' he said, 'are like people without a past- without a memory- they are half people

She was at the same table near the back where three nights ago I'd sat entranced by her songs. And where the two of us had talked like old friends.

What good is a song that doesn't break your heart?

I__ passing the bar Where you first got in my car I__ not ashamed to admit That it__ you I won__ forget I saved your cigarettes andBad habits I regret But the hours flew by like cloudsWhenever I had you around Parachute loverTake me awayFrom the plane that went crashing And the earth that__ in flamesSaving you is saving me High above the redwood treesBut down below I see shadows And parachute debris We're drifting like children Along for the rideEach time we find love Another parachute arrivesOur madness will burn As bright as the sunAnd I__l keep finding lovers But you were the one

With the love of music, there will be no misery in life.

The sound of music, makes me dance.

In the wake of my broken dreamsIn the dirt and the dust and the days that felt like weeks.I found the person that I__ meant to be__ause when I felt like giving upWhen death was closing inI shut my eyesAnd black out the darkness with light from insideI__e given moreThan what I__e gotI__e given allOf what I__ notI__e watched this war consume all that we could becomeFacing my fears in the darkBut if I dieBefore it__ donePlease take these wordsMy final thoughtsThe only way to shine your light is in the dark.Never let life kill your sparkThis is the falloutYeah it__ the end of the worldWe__l spread the noise to everyone and let them all know you heardA system meltdownIt__ time we exposeThe 'cause of chaos is our ownI__e given moreThan what I__e gotI__e given allOf what I__ notI__e watched this war consume all that we could becomeFacing my fears in the darkBut if I dieBefore it__ donePlease take these wordsMy final thoughtsThe only way to shine your light is in the dark.Never let life kill your sparkNever let life kill your sparkNever let life kill your sparkFacing my fears in the darkI__e given moreThan what I__e gotI__e given allOf what I__ notI__e watched this war consume all that we could becomeIf I dieBefore it__ donePlease take these wordsMy final thoughtsThe only way to shine your light is in the dark.Never let life kill your spark..

Latin is a dead tongue And Romans made songs! Then no one disagree: It delighted them in theory Now it's "the Latin" in me.

When I was younger, I would cling to life because life was at the top of the turning wheel. But like the song of my gypsy girl, the great wheel turns over and lands on a minor key. It is then that you come of age and life means nothing to you. To live, to die, to overdose, to fall in a coma in the street... it is all the same. It is only in the peach innocence of youth that life is at its crest on top of the wheel. And there being only life, the young cling to it, they fear death_ And they should! ...For they are 'in' life.

Music gives strength to the soul.

But what if you're wrong?What if there's more?What if there's hope you never dreamed of hoping for?What if you jump?And just close your eyes?What if the arms that catch you, catch you by surprise?What if He's more than enough?What if it's love?