Chorus is the place where you find yourself, and rainbow melodies float from eager throats at the hand of God. And, light forms from darkness and lights the way from ignorance. It makes you understand the movable objects inside of yourself.
Caroline
It’s summertime luh-uh-loving, loving in the summertime
I literally just printed out the song lyrics for that.
This is what nerds do in high school. They all gather together and sing about god and stuff then they go out to eat afterwards. There is a major upside though because they are usually the ones who become famous singers because they’ve had their voices trained since childhood
james
i love singing i am listening to people singing right now oh dear god singing la la la ain’t it sweet a lot of people singing at the same time isn’t called a chorus, but the awesome little part in the middle of a song is. i am not thinking. life is. yeash. i am a little crazy.
Lucas
I was once in chorus, though – it wasn’t like chorus was in my, or so my teacher thought. I always felt that I had a beautiful voice, and really enjoyed singing. I always wished that I had joined a music class, or done something more creative and so finally one day when I was 17 I decided to join choir.
bob
The chorus sang beautiful operetta songs on and off for an hour in celebration of the joyous day. The wedding brought the world together and being part of the chorus was an extreme honor. Williamandkatewerethebestbritainhad.
Alx
words to live by. to communicate your feelings. songs. poetry. fear.
andrea
When you hear this chorus, do you miss the way the world was spinning for us? Do you hurt the way that I do? After all this time you leave me broken, this song is every word I left unspoken.
lalalalalalala The chorus speaks to the verse as your mother speaks to me. Muahahaha that was an inuendo if you didn’t get it. Yeah, that’s right. lala dee dah!
Allison Stuby
i sing in the chorus in elmhurst and at my school. at my school, my director is very hated which is why we aren’t very good. our director is very mean and nobody likes her including me. because of this, nobody in the class tries which makes the concerts unbearable.
when you hear this chorus, do you miss the way the world was spinning for us? do you hurt the way that I do? After all this time you leave me broken, this song is all the things I left unspoken.
Kayleexkatx
Ever year my part was in the chorus . I just melted into invisibility while the big names in the school sang solo or duo or triplecet or stood at the front of the stage . I returned to school every year thinking it ‘s invisible time again and it was . Endless hours rehearhals to be part of an unappreciated bunch of the mediocre . Just once I felt I really must be someone not just a just ok voice mingling in a group , who am I , if I’m nobody can I be somebody .. Most times it’s impossible for nobody to become somebody . They are so broken down into being kept down as nobodies they can never rise up .
Anna Grogan
The knives were singing as they flew through the air.
Jeff Goodman
Her voice was like a chorus of bells when she sang. Loud and true and melodic and perfect. It would startle you out of your reverie just like the noontime carillon of the clock tower in the square.
apt412
collective of voices
i will miss our songs,
sleeping in your arms,
tracing letters on your back
a chorus of angels. sing praises. highschool chorus so despicable. clique-ish and bad singers,, all the same song.
Dave
a song, an harmony, with people, with joy and felicity, with all the joy in the world, i sing and i feel glorious to be alive and to be here, with them, my family of songs and of glorious songs and of glorious words and of glorious harmony, i feel alive each time i am here and i want to stay here forever and ever.
omega
The chorus of the angels singing in Heaven above proved to the child that there was an alternate choice, so he put down the gun and left his problems with it.
Maddie Lenhart
My favorite part of the song. The part that repeats over and over. The part that gets stuck in your head. You know this part. It haunts your dreams.
Erica Keith
I remember the music washing over me like a warm sweater as the choir swelled and the harmonies twisted around each other and moved in their sound. It was beautiful and the memory of that feeling will never leave me.
All I can think about is Shakespeare and the pressure of being an english lit major. Read, read, read. Write, write, write. Study, study, study. Make yourself better, make yourself smarter but you’ll never be enough for the education system.
A chorus is a million voices singing in harmony. But it goes further than that, a chorus should be a metaphor for how we approach external situations. We need to speak in harmony. Though we have different pitches, we all must sing the same message and inspire and engage an audience to bring about change.
Rohini
there was a chorus. their voices lifted up to the sky, filled with emotion. a blend of sound, the rich quality crept it’s way into the hardest of hearts and soften what was there. the music swam around them, making pictures in the air.
elisha
A chorus of music. A chorus of birds singing.
Poems, songs, music, art.
Beautifully repetitive.
Voices, soft and light. Chirps, high and cheerful. Or low, calm.
He used to sing in the chorus. He had a beautiful voice when he was a boy, but now as a grown man he had let his drinking and smoking ruin his God given vocal chords. But you could still hear the faint sound of his beautiful voice when he’d hum, and from his whistling you would know that his lungs were trained.
the chorus sang loudly
the chorus sang clear
they all stuck together
they carried no fear
she was more quiet
her words barely heard
she watched as they ran
it was absurd
roya
Sing to me, with haphazard conviction, the song of my own heart. repeat the line in a half-hummed tune so as to have me desperately fumbling about only to hold on to sweet melodic vibrations dissipating much to quickly and yet lingering for far too long.
Onetime, I got cast in the chorus. The director had me dress as a woman in drag. A drag king. For fun. I mean, it was an interesting edition to the ensemble….
Rachel
The band of girls stands before the skeptical gerontological society of fellows. The shortest and smallest of them echoes a cry of delight and the chorus follows with a resounding chord that astounds their audience. Chills sound in the room.
Candice Lawton
A life full of sound. That’s all I wanted. I found the theater not because I was lonely, but because my ears were desolate, desperate even. The chorus fills them with sound, fills them with notes and voices and personalities. Because within each chorus are individuals, and those individuals keep my ears full of that much-needed noise.
Linda Eckhert
The chorus sprung to life, like a dolphin out of the sea. Their voices rose above the fray and into the sweet night air. There was no stopping their voices. No gun, soldier or sword could ever bring them down. Their song was indescribable
At the chorus she sings the loudest. This is the part she knows best. She was confident, she was ready. This was her thing. No one else’s. When it came up. She sang.
started in 7th grade. Mrs. Mcaleese. Shondrell. couldn’t believe I was more outgoing at home than at school. greek chorus. oedipus. revelations or not??
dana
the song of a chorus, no wait, the chorus of a song is repeated many times over the course of a song. it rocks. the Beatles chorus’ rock my socks xD
anyways, chorus’ aren’t usually my favourite part of the song because they are so repetitive.
julia
when I am in your arms the song that runs through me is like a chorus. every fibre of my being sings in perfect harmony and the sound takes my breath away. I think you hear it too.
Miss Sorrow
A great wave of sound swept through the highlands. The voices of a soulful chorus imparting their joy.
Its that feeling inside when your organs all combine in a symphony of intricacies for you to develop. It is love, and it is a miracle of creation. It is everything.
Chorus is the place where you find yourself, and rainbow melodies float from eager throats at the hand of God. And, light forms from darkness and lights the way from ignorance. It makes you understand the movable objects inside of yourself.
It’s summertime luh-uh-loving, loving in the summertime
I literally just printed out the song lyrics for that.
This is my life now.
Accept the fate
This is what nerds do in high school. They all gather together and sing about god and stuff then they go out to eat afterwards. There is a major upside though because they are usually the ones who become famous singers because they’ve had their voices trained since childhood
i love singing i am listening to people singing right now oh dear god singing la la la ain’t it sweet a lot of people singing at the same time isn’t called a chorus, but the awesome little part in the middle of a song is. i am not thinking. life is. yeash. i am a little crazy.
I was once in chorus, though – it wasn’t like chorus was in my, or so my teacher thought. I always felt that I had a beautiful voice, and really enjoyed singing. I always wished that I had joined a music class, or done something more creative and so finally one day when I was 17 I decided to join choir.
The chorus sang beautiful operetta songs on and off for an hour in celebration of the joyous day. The wedding brought the world together and being part of the chorus was an extreme honor. Williamandkatewerethebestbritainhad.
words to live by. to communicate your feelings. songs. poetry. fear.
When you hear this chorus, do you miss the way the world was spinning for us? Do you hurt the way that I do? After all this time you leave me broken, this song is every word I left unspoken.
lalalalalalala The chorus speaks to the verse as your mother speaks to me. Muahahaha that was an inuendo if you didn’t get it. Yeah, that’s right. lala dee dah!
i sing in the chorus in elmhurst and at my school. at my school, my director is very hated which is why we aren’t very good. our director is very mean and nobody likes her including me. because of this, nobody in the class tries which makes the concerts unbearable.
when you hear this chorus, do you miss the way the world was spinning for us? do you hurt the way that I do? After all this time you leave me broken, this song is all the things I left unspoken.
Ever year my part was in the chorus . I just melted into invisibility while the big names in the school sang solo or duo or triplecet or stood at the front of the stage . I returned to school every year thinking it ‘s invisible time again and it was . Endless hours rehearhals to be part of an unappreciated bunch of the mediocre . Just once I felt I really must be someone not just a just ok voice mingling in a group , who am I , if I’m nobody can I be somebody .. Most times it’s impossible for nobody to become somebody . They are so broken down into being kept down as nobodies they can never rise up .
The knives were singing as they flew through the air.
Her voice was like a chorus of bells when she sang. Loud and true and melodic and perfect. It would startle you out of your reverie just like the noontime carillon of the clock tower in the square.
collective of voices
i will miss our songs,
sleeping in your arms,
tracing letters on your back
“i love you”
“wait”
a chorus of angels. sing praises. highschool chorus so despicable. clique-ish and bad singers,, all the same song.
a song, an harmony, with people, with joy and felicity, with all the joy in the world, i sing and i feel glorious to be alive and to be here, with them, my family of songs and of glorious songs and of glorious words and of glorious harmony, i feel alive each time i am here and i want to stay here forever and ever.
The chorus of the angels singing in Heaven above proved to the child that there was an alternate choice, so he put down the gun and left his problems with it.
My favorite part of the song. The part that repeats over and over. The part that gets stuck in your head. You know this part. It haunts your dreams.
I remember the music washing over me like a warm sweater as the choir swelled and the harmonies twisted around each other and moved in their sound. It was beautiful and the memory of that feeling will never leave me.
A silent chorus. Unheard, but existing. Most don’t notice – how could they? But those few, those lucky few that do…
All I can think about is Shakespeare and the pressure of being an english lit major. Read, read, read. Write, write, write. Study, study, study. Make yourself better, make yourself smarter but you’ll never be enough for the education system.
The chorus of the raindrops. Sitting on the window seat, watching, listening. So peaceful. Who needs a sunny day when I’ve got this?
The chorus stopped singing and the rows of Sunday gentleman turned at stared at the open door, not knowing what to make of the figure standing there.
A chorus is a million voices singing in harmony. But it goes further than that, a chorus should be a metaphor for how we approach external situations. We need to speak in harmony. Though we have different pitches, we all must sing the same message and inspire and engage an audience to bring about change.
there was a chorus. their voices lifted up to the sky, filled with emotion. a blend of sound, the rich quality crept it’s way into the hardest of hearts and soften what was there. the music swam around them, making pictures in the air.
A chorus of music. A chorus of birds singing.
Poems, songs, music, art.
Beautifully repetitive.
Voices, soft and light. Chirps, high and cheerful. Or low, calm.
He used to sing in the chorus. He had a beautiful voice when he was a boy, but now as a grown man he had let his drinking and smoking ruin his God given vocal chords. But you could still hear the faint sound of his beautiful voice when he’d hum, and from his whistling you would know that his lungs were trained.
the chorus sang loudly
the chorus sang clear
they all stuck together
they carried no fear
she was more quiet
her words barely heard
she watched as they ran
it was absurd
Sing to me, with haphazard conviction, the song of my own heart. repeat the line in a half-hummed tune so as to have me desperately fumbling about only to hold on to sweet melodic vibrations dissipating much to quickly and yet lingering for far too long.
Onetime, I got cast in the chorus. The director had me dress as a woman in drag. A drag king. For fun. I mean, it was an interesting edition to the ensemble….
The band of girls stands before the skeptical gerontological society of fellows. The shortest and smallest of them echoes a cry of delight and the chorus follows with a resounding chord that astounds their audience. Chills sound in the room.
A life full of sound. That’s all I wanted. I found the theater not because I was lonely, but because my ears were desolate, desperate even. The chorus fills them with sound, fills them with notes and voices and personalities. Because within each chorus are individuals, and those individuals keep my ears full of that much-needed noise.
The chorus sprung to life, like a dolphin out of the sea. Their voices rose above the fray and into the sweet night air. There was no stopping their voices. No gun, soldier or sword could ever bring them down. Their song was indescribable
At the chorus she sings the loudest. This is the part she knows best. She was confident, she was ready. This was her thing. No one else’s. When it came up. She sang.
started in 7th grade. Mrs. Mcaleese. Shondrell. couldn’t believe I was more outgoing at home than at school. greek chorus. oedipus. revelations or not??
the song of a chorus, no wait, the chorus of a song is repeated many times over the course of a song. it rocks. the Beatles chorus’ rock my socks xD
anyways, chorus’ aren’t usually my favourite part of the song because they are so repetitive.
when I am in your arms the song that runs through me is like a chorus. every fibre of my being sings in perfect harmony and the sound takes my breath away. I think you hear it too.
A great wave of sound swept through the highlands. The voices of a soulful chorus imparting their joy.
Its that feeling inside when your organs all combine in a symphony of intricacies for you to develop. It is love, and it is a miracle of creation. It is everything.