I want to you feel something,
shall we get away into the dark,
of the dance floor,
and get thin,
shall we crawl the night,
like were shadows of the dim.
With my hesitation,
I lost your temptation,
and now were both recollecting our lives
outside of this room,
let’s feel something,
do I need to show you something?
Shall I circle back into the light,
and bring you back into my fighting might;
my body is right,
tell me its not,
girl its right,
follow me and I’ll take you there,
or else this will be the last you’ll hear from me!
The musical was fine, inspiring, it got my attention for sure. My wife was comfortable to my left, wide awake and humming. Touching me the whole time. I started to doze off, and my dreams were unreal…
Musical was the only way to write. Although singing was of course the easiest way to access the magic, playing an instrument added depth and power. The more complex the instrument, the greater the power. Except bagpipes.
Lyrical melodies to guide your day. It’s the thing that pulls everything together and tells the story. It also embodies positivity and hope. It sings of action and creativity.
I am somewhat musical but a lot of the people I know are very musical and musically talented but I am trying to get better musically so I can become a singer and teach people about Jesus Christ. So in conclusion I want te become musically inclined.
She lived to be in a musical. She danced her way into adulthood. Singing any chance, she had. Whether it was in the shower or the kitchen or even on the subway. When the day finally came for her to audition, it was as if she had won the lottery. She knew she was anything but a fantastic singer but what she lacked in skill she made up for in energy and the love for singing and the power to get others to sing along.
When she was a young girl she could get the family to join her in a group sing-along from just the look on her face. She was voted most likely to get a record deal back when records were a thing in her high school. Again, not because she had a great voice but because she had a great spirit that everyone wanted to follow.
Alone she didn’t sound that great but get her in a group and a group she picked out and it was a whole other story. The power she had to harmonize with strangers, the power she had to get people to step out of their own comfort zone in such a short time, that was her true talent.
People believed in her, but they could not tell you why. When they collectively opened their mouths and sang a tune, it was pure bliss, beauty out of words being sung with a group of strangers for just a moment in time. How was she to prepare for an audition that required her to bring along a group of strangers to sit in an auditorium of judges? Who would she pick? How would she pick?
She knew she had to leave the picking up to the spirit, “let the universe lead the way.” She could hear her uncle whispering this truth into her ear as she was pondering how to “get it done.” She had to trust her yes over her fear and move forward on the call. That is what she did, and it became one of the best auditions the music hall had ever heard or scene. The write up in the paper was proof that she did not dream about what she dreamt about.
It was not a dream, this was her reality. There was no turning back. There was no denying all she believes to be true. It was her gift to the word to gather and give back through song and dance. Who cares if she had no formal training in both these two areas. People were inspired and that was all she cared about. She knew in her core that when one is inspired it gives one purpose to get up out of bed every morning. It gives people an undeniable reason to believe.
Beans, beans. They make a sphincter sing. Beans, beans, you know what I mean. They’re magical, they’re mystical. They’re musical. Get yours today! Operators are standing by.
oh i love the sound. it rings so beautifully in my ears. its not just one, its many. an orchestra of sounds that are a delight to my seneses. i feel awake and alive. I want to be a part of it. it is a part of me.
Morris was writing a new musical about some sort of orphan – where have I heard that before? fending for herself in a mystical land of dungeons and dragons – now where have I heard THAT before – before becoming queen. He claimed it was going to be the most creative and original musical of our time. I also know he said that after having imbibed seven strawberry daiquiris, so I couldn’t give him a HUGE amount of credit.
Singing God’s praises. Worship and praise.
I want to you feel something,
shall we get away into the dark,
of the dance floor,
and get thin,
shall we crawl the night,
like were shadows of the dim.
With my hesitation,
I lost your temptation,
and now were both recollecting our lives
outside of this room,
let’s feel something,
do I need to show you something?
Shall I circle back into the light,
and bring you back into my fighting might;
my body is right,
tell me its not,
girl its right,
follow me and I’ll take you there,
or else this will be the last you’ll hear from me!
The musical was fine, inspiring, it got my attention for sure. My wife was comfortable to my left, wide awake and humming. Touching me the whole time. I started to doze off, and my dreams were unreal…
Musical was the only way to write. Although singing was of course the easiest way to access the magic, playing an instrument added depth and power. The more complex the instrument, the greater the power. Except bagpipes.
i like listnig to music but im not good at any insramints or singing song but i love to litson to it a lot
Lyrical melodies to guide your day. It’s the thing that pulls everything together and tells the story. It also embodies positivity and hope. It sings of action and creativity.
With “El mal querer” by Rosalia and “Velvet Pill” by Teflon Sega, the end of this year is a buffet of musical confections.
I am somewhat musical but a lot of the people I know are very musical and musically talented but I am trying to get better musically so I can become a singer and teach people about Jesus Christ. So in conclusion I want te become musically inclined.
I am somewhat musical but a lot of the people I know are very musical and musically talented
She lived to be in a musical. She danced her way into adulthood. Singing any chance, she had. Whether it was in the shower or the kitchen or even on the subway. When the day finally came for her to audition, it was as if she had won the lottery. She knew she was anything but a fantastic singer but what she lacked in skill she made up for in energy and the love for singing and the power to get others to sing along.
When she was a young girl she could get the family to join her in a group sing-along from just the look on her face. She was voted most likely to get a record deal back when records were a thing in her high school. Again, not because she had a great voice but because she had a great spirit that everyone wanted to follow.
Alone she didn’t sound that great but get her in a group and a group she picked out and it was a whole other story. The power she had to harmonize with strangers, the power she had to get people to step out of their own comfort zone in such a short time, that was her true talent.
People believed in her, but they could not tell you why. When they collectively opened their mouths and sang a tune, it was pure bliss, beauty out of words being sung with a group of strangers for just a moment in time. How was she to prepare for an audition that required her to bring along a group of strangers to sit in an auditorium of judges? Who would she pick? How would she pick?
She knew she had to leave the picking up to the spirit, “let the universe lead the way.” She could hear her uncle whispering this truth into her ear as she was pondering how to “get it done.” She had to trust her yes over her fear and move forward on the call. That is what she did, and it became one of the best auditions the music hall had ever heard or scene. The write up in the paper was proof that she did not dream about what she dreamt about.
It was not a dream, this was her reality. There was no turning back. There was no denying all she believes to be true. It was her gift to the word to gather and give back through song and dance. Who cares if she had no formal training in both these two areas. People were inspired and that was all she cared about. She knew in her core that when one is inspired it gives one purpose to get up out of bed every morning. It gives people an undeniable reason to believe.
Beans, beans. They make a sphincter sing. Beans, beans, you know what I mean. They’re magical, they’re mystical. They’re musical. Get yours today! Operators are standing by.
oh i love the sound. it rings so beautifully in my ears. its not just one, its many. an orchestra of sounds that are a delight to my seneses. i feel awake and alive. I want to be a part of it. it is a part of me.
Musical. Whimsical. Theatrical. Ical. Icile. Popcicle. Bicycle. Let’s be hypothetical.
Morris was writing a new musical about some sort of orphan – where have I heard that before? fending for herself in a mystical land of dungeons and dragons – now where have I heard THAT before – before becoming queen. He claimed it was going to be the most creative and original musical of our time. I also know he said that after having imbibed seven strawberry daiquiris, so I couldn’t give him a HUGE amount of credit.