Dear Prudence, won't you come out to play
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
I've always loved this song. One of my childhood tormenters had this name though. The bullying was so intense and painful that this gorgeous tune was nearly unlistenable.-- ruined. But it wasn't. Takes a lot to kill beauty.
There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.
~ Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
Yeah, tell it Terry! Every little thing has a tale to tell and I wanna hear 'em all.
That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right.
~ Cassia Leo, Relentle
"another chance to get it right." If I get "it" right, will The Amazing Bob live again? That right there'd be enough motivation for me to, every single goddamned day, make sure I got each little detail precisely perfect.
There are thousands of ragas, and they are all connected with different times of the day, like sunrise or night or sunset. It is all based on 72 of what we call 'mela' or scales. And we have principally nine moods, ranging from peacefulness to praying, or the feeling of emptiness you get by sitting by the ocean
~. Ravi Shankar
Oh to hear his stunningly luscious music again! About one and a half zillion years ago, I was a drum festival in Amsterdam. There was a tabla player, accompanied by a dude on sitar. Mein GOTT, this was some seriously transformational, healing, cleansing music!
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
~ Bill Withers
The sun still comes up. Beauty still exists. I can still crack wise and even laugh sometimes but TAB's gone and won't be walking though that door again. This makes no fucking sense at all.
Dear Prudence, greet the brand new day
The sun is up, the sky is blue
It's beautiful and so are you
Dear Prudence won't you come out to play
I've always loved this song. One of my childhood tormenters had this name though. The bullying was so intense and painful that this gorgeous tune was nearly unlistenable.-- ruined. But it wasn't. Takes a lot to kill beauty.
There's always a story. It's all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything's got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.
~ Terry Pratchett, A Hat Full of Sky
Yeah, tell it Terry! Every little thing has a tale to tell and I wanna hear 'em all.
That time of day when the sun hasn’t come up yet, but you can already feel it coming. It’s an elusive warmth, like a subtle promise whispered in your ear and you can go on with your day knowing you’ve been given another chance to get it right.
~ Cassia Leo, Relentle
"another chance to get it right." If I get "it" right, will The Amazing Bob live again? That right there'd be enough motivation for me to, every single goddamned day, make sure I got each little detail precisely perfect.
There are thousands of ragas, and they are all connected with different times of the day, like sunrise or night or sunset. It is all based on 72 of what we call 'mela' or scales. And we have principally nine moods, ranging from peacefulness to praying, or the feeling of emptiness you get by sitting by the ocean
~. Ravi Shankar
Oh to hear his stunningly luscious music again! About one and a half zillion years ago, I was a drum festival in Amsterdam. There was a tabla player, accompanied by a dude on sitar. Mein GOTT, this was some seriously transformational, healing, cleansing music!
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
~ Bill Withers
The sun still comes up. Beauty still exists. I can still crack wise and even laugh sometimes but TAB's gone and won't be walking though that door again. This makes no fucking sense at all.
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