Maybe you'll change Abandon all your wicked ways Make amends and start anew again Maybe you'll see All the wrongs you did to me And start all over, start all over again. Who am i kidding? Now, lets not get overzealous here Youre always been a huge piece of shit If i could kill you i would But it's frowned upon in all fifty states Having said that, burn in Hell.
They continued this deadly dance across the battlefield, played to the music of gunfire, which rattled them as much as it rattled the hulls of almost every landship in sight, and almost every one they couldn't turn quickly enough to see. Then the music took a bullet of its own, for Jacob no longer heard the song of Andil’s gun.
light stills dust into the steel guitar strings
Music is the flower of the soul that spreads the fragrance of human love for each other.
Music can touch the secret strings of our hearts where nothing else can reach.
Ah! Music is the most beautiful and universal language of humanity because it can touch and arouse every emotion in the soul.
Artists make normal songs. Then Radio stations, TV and DJ’s turn those normal songs into hits
Style is the inner feeling which turns random movement into music.
Music only makes me think deeper and love stronger.
Music is my ecstasy. It soothes my soul and lets my heart dance with joy.
Music is one of the highest forms of language which can touch everyone’s feeling—including animals.
Music calms the soul and improves the plasticity, flexibility, and sensitivity of the perceptual world.
Music creates a bridge between our soul and the infinite.
There's no better place to find yourself that sitting by a waterfall and listening to it's music
If poetry is an escape into the woods, then music is the journey back home.
Music is my higher power
Isn't this enough? Just this world? Just THIS?
God, come down, if you're really there - Well, you're the one who claims to care!
I have always been resistant to doctrine, and any spirituality I had experienced thus far in my life had been much more abstract and not aligned with any recognized religion. For me, the most trustworthy vehicle for spirituality had always proven to be music. It cannot be manipulated, or politicized, and when it is, that becomes immediately obvious.
When I was a child, Mama had the best voice of all the members of the church. She had loved to sing. Her words had soared like an angel's over the swells of the organ. In fact, I now suspected, her entire theology had been taken from the hymnal.
