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Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
Each song, you're telling a story and acting.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
[T]he music's pure algebra of enchantment.
Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.
Never look at the trombones. You'll only encourage them.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
Music is the art of thinking with sounds.
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more
It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That read more
The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
"Music hath charms to soothe the savage beast,"
And therefore proper at a sheriff's feast.
