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Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the read more

Tom he was a piper's son,
He learned to play when he was young;
Bug all the tune that he could play
Was "Over the hills and far away."
- Unattributed Author,

by Unattributed Author Found in: Music Quotes,
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The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each read more

The best, most beautiful, and most perfect way that we have of expressing a sweet concord of mind to each other is by music.

by Jonathan Edwards Found in: Music Quotes,
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A musicologist is a man who can read music but can't hear it.

A musicologist is a man who can read music but can't hear it.

by Sir Thomas Beecham Found in: Music Quotes,
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I'm saddest when I sing.

I'm saddest when I sing.

by Thomas Haynes Bayly Found in: Music Quotes,
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Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

Music is well said to be the speech of angels.

by Thomas Carlyle Found in: Music Quotes,
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Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.

Rugged the breast that music cannot tame.

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Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.rn

Music doesn't lie. If there is something to be changed in this world, then it can only happen through music.rn

by Jimi Hendrix Found in: Music Quotes,
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When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.

When I was a little kid, I took tap and ballet. I've always loved to dance. I'm a rhythm machine.

by Tommy Lee Found in: Ballet Quotes, Music Quotes,
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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
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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.

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