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January 23rd, 2013 | 242 Entries

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242 Entries for “musical”

  1. Though wholly at random, the transit of the car over the cobbles had a certain musical rhythm to it, combined with the muffled screams from the boot, it was like some kind of macabre opera

    By jivehoneyjive URL on 01.23.2013

  2. The winter sun danced to the musical sound of me falling down the stairs.

    By Jeff Goodman URL on 01.23.2013

  3. Musical. Musical. If someone is musical they are somehow musically talented. You can go see a musical like matilda, which must i say is amazing- if you are reading this get off ya bum and buy tickets. and no i am not an actor for the show haha how i’ve got side tracked

    By evie on 01.23.2013

  4. richard
    was
    musical
    but now
    he’s not

    By DM on 01.23.2013

  5. The moment it hits my body..priceless. The second I’m mesmerized by its captivity I get lost in paradise. The sound of music controls my senses in the most unforgiveable way. Play it again….

    By Trisia Lashon URL on 01.23.2013

  6. It’s a small mercy when your mouth clamps shut and instead, you talk with your finger tips and feather touch. My body hums, finding a beat, a rhythm in a silence of gapes and gasps. And with a slow fury, I am the one fighting for words, tripping and stuttering, grasping for that last sweet note.

    By sonneillon URL on 01.23.2013

  7. I’m drowning in words that I have never said.
    They follow me around, building pressure in my head.
    They beg to be released, they cry out to me at night
    But no one’s here to listen, and they’ll never see the light.

    By Carly URL on 01.23.2013

  8. Absolute insanity, what you would hope yourself to be, but you don’t have to be to have fun, don’t need to actually be musical in the socially accepted way, be musical in your own way.
    Who knows present trash will be tomorrow’s pop (not that today’s pop is any good)

    By LB on 01.23.2013

  9. I dreaded this. But my friend insisted that we go. She was much more of a musical buff than I. Truth be told, I hated musicals. They stop the plot in the strangest places and break out into song. Just get on with the story! I screamed at the characters in my head. There are important things to worry about!

    By Kay URL on 01.23.2013

  10. music is everything and anything. the sound of rain, the sound of cries, the sound of silence. its not just

    By deanna on 01.23.2013

  11. She had a musical moan, the way her whole body could be expressed in one sound. She was beautiful. A song of a person. And I loved her.
    She was sexy, her lyrics were her thrusts and gyrations, and the melody was in her eyes, fierce and in love.

    By Emily on 01.23.2013

  12. I’ve always loved a good musical. It’s impossible to explain why, other than a deep love of music, a deeper love of dance. M used to sit me down and make me watch them. And really, what’s not to love? Singing in the Rain is probably my favorite. You can’t argue with Gene Kelly.

    By GloriousClio URL on 01.23.2013

  13. …and the love of all sounds
    especially those that rings and chime
    and the distant yell-
    what makes us, making us made
    is the thrumming, low monotone
    tick and chatter
    intonations
    the sound of us, and (oh, no)
    the sound of you
    music is eternity
    and the blue of your eyes
    bores your voice
    into my soul entwining mind

    By Saudade URL on 01.23.2013

  14. I feel dead to life, have lost touch with the ether, can’t smell properly, I may stink and not know it, my orange juice tasted like detergent this morning, revelations come and then go before I can log them into my head full of holes like a sieve is meant to separate things and I wonder is it the drinking or is it genetic, and then the tinkle of the man peeing in the adjoining apartment seems as musical bliss and I join him in the endeavor and thus I have participated and am alive.

    By Miss Alister URL on 01.23.2013

  15. Is she musically inclined or is she just another girl
    That’s what I wondered
    That’s all I wondered

    By Rebecca on 01.23.2013

  16. I don’t know a play a person. A play about a person. maybe people consider themselves musical, because they like music or they are hip to music. they know about music they write little reviews about albums and musicals.

    By Abdul-Aziz Hassan on 01.23.2013

  17. But the only time they listened was when she sang.

    By Grace URL on 01.23.2013

  18. The wind whistles through the grass
    As I stand in an open field
    I stand quiet and still
    Feeling the ebb and flow of energy
    Go over me
    Around me
    Through me
    As I listen to the Music of God
    And see beauty where all I saw
    Was nothing

    By Maci_M URL on 01.23.2013

  19. must souldered thee swat

    By Fabric Spell in Ushe URL on 01.23.2013

  20. I play trumpet. I still play in church and some times I play with the pep band. That is fun for me because my high school never had a pep band, and the music is fun to play. I hope when I play kids realize that they don’t have to give up when they are older.

    By paul iekel on 01.23.2013

  21. The word musical makes me think of high school when I participated in a few musicals. I was never the lead, but I always had a great time using my skills.

    By Jennifer URL on 01.23.2013

  22. The word musical makes me think of high school when I participated in a few musicals. I was never the lead, but I always had a great time using my skills.

    musical
    music
    instruments
    singing
    beauty
    ears
    audience
    fears
    love
    tears

    By Jennifer URL on 01.23.2013

  23. I was never very musical, and that’s why everyone was so surprised to find that I ended up as the drummer in a rock group. A very successful rock group.

    That didn’t stop them from trashing me. No talent, they said. Can’t
    carry a tune, they complained. Never mind. I was making the money, and
    they weren’t.

    By chipschap URL on 01.23.2013

  24. The musical playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as vegetables. No New York Times reporter would do a write up for Mrs. McClancy’s second-grade class’s performance of, “What’s My Name: A Veggie Story.” However, the lights still glowed, the rain outside still came down, and the show went on, pushed forward by the joy of the dancing squash and budding young tomato.

    By Will B. Somethin URL on 01.23.2013

  25. I don’t try to hid behind a mask,
    This is really what I think,
    Well, I feel torn between two,
    I feel my mind is on the brink

    Angels cry because of my ways,
    let out demons of mine I’d sworn I’d someday slay
    This is a war that has occurred before,
    been jotted down for centuries as lore.

    A person’s mind is a battlefield,
    Lores’ authors acknowledge this behest,
    written on paper and stone, with bone or ink,
    Their minds seem to also be on the brink
    (I must not be as alone as I think)

    Yet my demons know what I do and say,
    They’ve damned me as their prey,
    The Angels leave me, yet cry and moan,
    bordering on the brink, I’m still as stone.

    Suddenly,there is a burst of insight,
    My demons still hang above me in my peripheral sight,
    and after the brink, the abyss looms below,
    but I now see I have a long way to go.

    The Angels’ cries turn to song,
    maybe it’s been this way all along,
    maybe in darkness there is light
    Maybe the brink teaches you to fight.

    By cosmic URL on 01.23.2013

  26. I love music but wouldn’t consider myself musical. I play a few instruments, though none of them very well. Music is great though, it can move us in ways nothing else can, bring out emotions in a few notes that dozens of words could never conjure up alone. I wish life were more musical sometimes.

    By Veritas URL on 01.23.2013

  27. The show playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as vegetables. No New York Times reporter would do a write up for Mrs. McClancy’s second-grade class’s performance of, “What’s My Name: A Veggie Story.” However, the lights still glowed, the rain outside still came down, and the show went on, pushed forward by the joy of the dancing squash and budding young tomato.

    By Will B. Somethin URL on 01.23.2013

  28. The show playing on 5th street had very little displayed out front. Many of the old, wooden theatre seats were only filled with dust balls or lose screws. There were no paparazzi to be found. The stage lights blinked, exerting all the effort possible to keep the stage aglow for one more act, the act of thirty velvet-covered kids acting as vegetables. No New York Times reporter would do a write up for Mrs. McClancy’s second-grade class’s musical of, “What’s My Name: A Veggie Story.” However, the lights still glowed, the rain outside still came down, and the show went on, pushed forward by the joy of the dancing squash and budding young tomato.

    By Will B. Somethin URL on 01.23.2013

  29. I think about the movie The Pacifier when I see this word because of the ending where the teenager was the leading role in the musical at the end.

    By Fumbles on 01.23.2013

  30. lift your leg and give us a song. the trouser trumpet all day long. love the sound, hate the smell, but man it’s fun as hell. Wrinkle your face, strain REAL hard. Make us hear it across the yard. Butt booming music sets the mood. Just don’t do it where we’re eating food.

    By ZDaddyJack URL on 01.23.2013

  31. Oklahoma, you say? where the wind comes sweeping down the plain? I have a friend who forced her beau to sit through twenty-three minutes of it. Later I told her, really it’s a good thing that this sickens him. You want that.

    By Stephanie URL on 01.23.2013

  32. Musical is a form of art that takes the public into a magical world of fantasy.
    The mixture of music and acting is a great responsibility and a pretty hard job for the actors, but it’s very rewarding in the end. Acting by itself is a marvelous journey into the unknown and with the aid of musicality just makes it a better spectacle. Everything around us screams music, we just have to be open to listen. If we pay enough attention we can hear the world sing. So in my opinion the best way to get in touch with my emotions and all my surroundings is to first get in touch with any type of art, music, dance, painting, theater, watching a musical can be just it.

    By sandra on 01.23.2013

  33. This was it. This was the moment that I would become a star. My heart fluttered as the curtains pulled back and the musical started. It’s show time.

    By Magdalena URL on 01.23.2013

  34. It’s about how I feel like I can never be tied down again. It’s about how I feel that I’m finally set free from anything keeping me anywhere. It’s about how everyone feels something, whether they be blind, deaf, black, white, gay, straight, man, woman, or child. Everyone has a common language– music.

    By Catori URL on 01.23.2013

  35. Life is a musical. Sitting on the subway, I sway to the beat. I hear the clicking and clacking of the wheels, the conversations are the lyrics.

    By Stephanie Force URL on 01.23.2013

  36. Soothing notes floated over the decaying deck as I disturbed my favorite set of wind chimes. I could feel the smooth mahogany sway under my fingertips, and cool metal cylinders twinkled in the dimming sun.

    By Emily URL on 01.23.2013

  37. The music begins to play
    and the song starts to swell.
    The lyrics sound like words, but
    the rhythm
    and the feeling that the singer
    brings makes it
    Music.

    By M on 01.23.2013

  38. Those who are labeled as “musical” are able to trigger that part in their soul that truly sees the meaning of life. Not always are we able to put words to it, but when words fail, music speaks.

    By Crystal Rose URL on 01.23.2013

  39. The musicality of his tone when he skrieked in her face was very commenable. He spat words and sentences of pure musical genius. I couldn’t have do it better myself.

    By Quinn URL on 01.23.2013

  40. The musical was as uninteresting as I had originally believed. The dancing monkeys were a blast. Even when the smallest one fell out of step, the other monkeys kept rockin’ on. I felt for the little monkey. Everyone isn’t able to keep time, sing, and play the harmonica at the same time. We should all be so talented!

    By Fender2010 URL on 01.23.2013