My stereo is haunted by the spirit of a three thousand year old Assyrian emperor. Luckily we share the same taste in music, so it all works out in the end. It’d suck if he was into country though.
the stero in my head
reverberates the words youve said
like what do they mean
before i know it its on to the next scene
dissecting every little thing
why do these things
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Olivia flicked off the stereo and slumped herself down on the bed she wondered if it had been on all night or whether it had taken to randomly turning itself on every so often. She closed her eyes and bathed in the silence as her head swam with the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed that evening.
My first stereo promised much but delivered little. Its three-CD shifter meant I could have potentially played a fifth of my CD collection at any time… potentially, because it didn’t actually work. Dog Man Star by Suede was stuck halfway round for at least a year.
Old-fashioned, like a martini and a tuxedo, with Dean Martin crooning hi-fi. The Beatles coming out of two speakers, and if you twisted a knob, you heard only the instrumentals and backing vocals; twist again, and only the lead. With it you could disassemble songs like an engine, see the parts of the illusion.
Too many metaphors have been made with the stereo;
it’s plastic and nothing more.
I can’t drive myself into comparing what is and what
not with something so overrated and with a newfound
cliche.
Then, again, cliche coudn’t walk on the beach
with the sunsetting
if I wouldn’t have made a path.
Movin’ town to town,
very little progress was made
in the “let’s be friend’s dept.”
My only friend was two speakers.
It taught me about love.
About heartache.
About social consciousness.
About life.
Through the sounds that would
later shape my own.
Stereo is a powerful audio mechanism that can produce very good sound through two channels. And hearing is made good in a stereo than a normal audio system.
What would have happened if that particular night I hadn’t found my old stereo? I wouldn’t have been listening to the Grease OST, I wouldn’t have been in such good spirits. I swear, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you. None of this would have happened. We wouldn’t be.
a stereo produces sound. sound is the greatest thing the human can achieve. it personally for me is a savior of sorts. it has no judgement towards me. it accepts me for who i am and who i am becoming and for that i am forever grateful to the stereo.
Stereo, the two speakers sitting in the corner of the room that never-quite seem positioned properly – either they’re too close together, angled incorrectly… it all just adds-up to concentrating on the physical rather than the audio.
But that’s just part of life really.
Listen to them now…
a soft cooing from one side of the room in two channels, because your hand was sitting in mine and i didn’t know how to feel, made me fall in and out of sleep. the sound blazed on but we continued to speak without words.
everything is in stereo, the trees the air the sounds and scents the feelings only sometimes the steros get confused and double play and i hear both sides and one side gets blurred out and i don’t know who i should listen to.
loud music. It hurt by ears. Again, I had forgotten to turn down the sound. But, admit, Paint it Black has to be played with the volume at 25. At least.
i had a awesome stereo it played the best songs, and one day i wrote it on my brothers head when i knocked him to the ground. it is truely the best of stereos as i drag him out to die, my brother now dead in the garden burried beneaf a bee hive.
i love to listen to music it’s really relaxing and uplifting, but it gets me through my ups and downs and seems to be my connection to everything from god to family. thank god for making stereo for me to listen to
i have one in my room, it’s practically destroyed from all the shit i play on it. i used to obsess over nirvana and every disc in it had all of their records and i would play them constantly before i went to bed. now i know i only listened to them because i thought it would have made me seem cool. ahh my stereo. what a fake.
at night i used to listen to my stereo. it would help me fall asleep. sometimes the best thing to listen to on it would be the static. a reminder that there was life past this world, somewhere orbiting, making me feel safe and small. and penis.
one day the stereo grwew legs and on his way tho the music studio he decided that he woulld grab his hat and his coat and eat his bagel with his earl gray tea.
stereo speakers, stereo manual, i can’t understand you, you are not on stereo, hell if i know what the hell you are talking about and hell if i know if there is anything to do with anything special or important. stereos are nothing to compare with the sound of your voice or nothing to do with the sound of your voice. i haven’t the faintest idea of what you say or do. i only know i have nothing against the idea of it. still, we have to do nothing.
i turn up my stereo as I drive. I forget all my trouble my worries. the stereo is my friend. it tells me secrets as I tell it mine. The stereo tells me if it is going to be a bad day, I tell it its going to be a good day. the stereo tells me to get a life. i shut it off.
Radio. Box. Music
Yes, the time is right. Right here
Hear the music, feel it filling your soul,
move your body in response, sway to the sound, sawy to the energy, feel it coursing through your body –
and DANCE! Leap, move your legs, move your arms, move your torso – it’s so good for you, to feel your body moving, to feel yourself alive, to strengthen your muscles, bones, and sense of self.
The stereo blasted, and I remember everything but the song that was blaring. I remember looking at your hands that were holding the steering wheel so loosely I didn’t know how you were steering. I remember your smile, lighting the road ahead in the darkened night.
My stereo is haunted by the spirit of a three thousand year old Assyrian emperor. Luckily we share the same taste in music, so it all works out in the end. It’d suck if he was into country though.
An intrument where you hear music. Now the stero is outdated.
the stero in my head
reverberates the words youve said
like what do they mean
before i know it its on to the next scene
dissecting every little thing
why do these things
`
We live our lives in stereo, information flowing into both sides of our brain and attempting to come out of our mouth!
I could hear the bass puming put across the street. Those idiotic morons were back again, their doof-doof blasting to the annoyance of everyone.
I wished I could shut them off for good.
Replay wonderful musical memories on your stereo. RElive those musical moments …. A stereo still makes a perfect gift!
when I hear Stereo, IT reminds me of stereotype. The world has produced so many stereotypes who are copy cats.
Olivia flicked off the stereo and slumped herself down on the bed she wondered if it had been on all night or whether it had taken to randomly turning itself on every so often. She closed her eyes and bathed in the silence as her head swam with the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed that evening.
My first stereo promised much but delivered little. Its three-CD shifter meant I could have potentially played a fifth of my CD collection at any time… potentially, because it didn’t actually work. Dog Man Star by Suede was stuck halfway round for at least a year.
Old-fashioned, like a martini and a tuxedo, with Dean Martin crooning hi-fi. The Beatles coming out of two speakers, and if you twisted a knob, you heard only the instrumentals and backing vocals; twist again, and only the lead. With it you could disassemble songs like an engine, see the parts of the illusion.
Too many metaphors have been made with the stereo;
it’s plastic and nothing more.
I can’t drive myself into comparing what is and what
not with something so overrated and with a newfound
cliche.
Then, again, cliche coudn’t walk on the beach
with the sunsetting
if I wouldn’t have made a path.
Movin’ town to town,
very little progress was made
in the “let’s be friend’s dept.”
My only friend was two speakers.
It taught me about love.
About heartache.
About social consciousness.
About life.
Through the sounds that would
later shape my own.
Stereo is a powerful audio mechanism that can produce very good sound through two channels. And hearing is made good in a stereo than a normal audio system.
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The sound of my stereo always blasts through our house, drowning out the sound of my brother’s awful, chavvy music.:)
What would have happened if that particular night I hadn’t found my old stereo? I wouldn’t have been listening to the Grease OST, I wouldn’t have been in such good spirits. I swear, I wouldn’t have agreed to meet you. None of this would have happened. We wouldn’t be.
word sucks and swcks sallows sucks sucks word is and is not, word isnt really word
eine laine mantshen schtirpt, nurz zum se aine, volte ganz alainen zaa, das klaine menschen
a stereo produces sound. sound is the greatest thing the human can achieve. it personally for me is a savior of sorts. it has no judgement towards me. it accepts me for who i am and who i am becoming and for that i am forever grateful to the stereo.
Stereo, the two speakers sitting in the corner of the room that never-quite seem positioned properly – either they’re too close together, angled incorrectly… it all just adds-up to concentrating on the physical rather than the audio.
But that’s just part of life really.
Listen to them now…
Hearing things from two directions is AWESOME! You just feel, for example like the car is a whole lot bigger than it is. Like you’re in a huge cavern.
a soft cooing from one side of the room in two channels, because your hand was sitting in mine and i didn’t know how to feel, made me fall in and out of sleep. the sound blazed on but we continued to speak without words.
everything is in stereo, the trees the air the sounds and scents the feelings only sometimes the steros get confused and double play and i hear both sides and one side gets blurred out and i don’t know who i should listen to.
two sides, congruence.
In synch at all modes, nature’s 2D balance.
loud music. It hurt by ears. Again, I had forgotten to turn down the sound. But, admit, Paint it Black has to be played with the volume at 25. At least.
if you want to listen music you need to have a stereo. You found different stereo for the sound quality
I like stereo music and i often listen to it with my friends It’s great! do you like stereo?
i had a awesome stereo it played the best songs, and one day i wrote it on my brothers head when i knocked him to the ground. it is truely the best of stereos as i drag him out to die, my brother now dead in the garden burried beneaf a bee hive.
i love to listen to music it’s really relaxing and uplifting, but it gets me through my ups and downs and seems to be my connection to everything from god to family. thank god for making stereo for me to listen to
i have one in my room, it’s practically destroyed from all the shit i play on it. i used to obsess over nirvana and every disc in it had all of their records and i would play them constantly before i went to bed. now i know i only listened to them because i thought it would have made me seem cool. ahh my stereo. what a fake.
at night i used to listen to my stereo. it would help me fall asleep. sometimes the best thing to listen to on it would be the static. a reminder that there was life past this world, somewhere orbiting, making me feel safe and small. and penis.
one day the stereo grwew legs and on his way tho the music studio he decided that he woulld grab his hat and his coat and eat his bagel with his earl gray tea.
music boring men, karl pilkington, head like a #$*$%&^% orange. stupid idiotic why did i buy those stupid podcasts.
stereo speakers, stereo manual, i can’t understand you, you are not on stereo, hell if i know what the hell you are talking about and hell if i know if there is anything to do with anything special or important. stereos are nothing to compare with the sound of your voice or nothing to do with the sound of your voice. i haven’t the faintest idea of what you say or do. i only know i have nothing against the idea of it. still, we have to do nothing.
i turn up my stereo as I drive. I forget all my trouble my worries. the stereo is my friend. it tells me secrets as I tell it mine. The stereo tells me if it is going to be a bad day, I tell it its going to be a good day. the stereo tells me to get a life. i shut it off.
Stereophonic
Hooked on phonics
Catatonic
Moronic
More to love
Lovegamer
on, in a corner, low. Slow music. What kind of room would one call this? Red?
Radio. Box. Music
Yes, the time is right. Right here
Hear the music, feel it filling your soul,
move your body in response, sway to the sound, sawy to the energy, feel it coursing through your body –
and DANCE! Leap, move your legs, move your arms, move your torso – it’s so good for you, to feel your body moving, to feel yourself alive, to strengthen your muscles, bones, and sense of self.
loud large energetic double time double dutch miss marry and an elephant waling down the line listening to my rhyme can you spare a dime this time
The stereo blasted, and I remember everything but the song that was blaring. I remember looking at your hands that were holding the steering wheel so loosely I didn’t know how you were steering. I remember your smile, lighting the road ahead in the darkened night.