oh how i love musicals,especially when he is sitting right there next to me,the both of us singing loudly along not caring if we hit the notes or not,not caring if the lyrics are correct or not,because we really treasue those moments when we can sing out loud as sign of our endless love for each other!
shee
this is the most overrated music form of the last 60 years. It was nice when it stated, but now the most stupid stories become even more stupid, because actors who cannot sing and singers who cannot act are thrown on stage to “amuse” us. Well, not for me!
Mary bradford
my life is a musical symphony. Every day had their own melody and create a standing ovation at the end of the day. But i guess, that is everybody life
jojo
I like musicals, I haven’t seen many but I like Andrew Lloyd Webber. Cats. Phantom. I like the music from musicals. And Disney. Who doesn’t like Disney?!
XC
There is something beautiful
about the way your voice carries
through the hollow hallways
and the empty theaters.
Something like waking from
the most pleasant dream
and finding myself
echoing those words in my head.
Where whistling is thought musical, that place is to be avoided. Static I can listen through, to the soul of the music. But whistling, it stirs the hairs on the back of my neck, it forebodes as though someone is walking up behind me with nair-do-well intention. It is the music of the lout, the pretender, the rascal.
His voice is musical, tingling in the air and into everyone’s ears pleasantly. He has captured everyone’s attention, even some’s hearts, and he knows this. He knows the effect he has on people. He knows what his voice does, what it makes others feel. He knows, and he uses it to his advantage, relishing in their attention and admiration, raking in their compliments and feeding his needy soul its daily meal.
The last thing that i know is that this is not some very nice thing but i really drop this is it over now?
Thilo Führmann
Musical is a talent of the most elated nature. How blissful the musical man must be. How much love he brings forth to the world. To sing of the glory only compounds its usefulness.
V. G. Baldwin
His love of musicals gave it away. He was so careful to masculinize his wardrobe, his way of speaking… But within the first bar of “Hello Dolly,” he was belting it out along with Carol Channing like a star.
The best part of a day is the music in it, the trains going by outside, leaf blowers, children playing, wind whistling, commercials on television, my puppy barking and playing, my granddaughters laughing while they play-music comes in many forms and many styles =)
LLFisher
I love how water can be so musical. People take that for granted. Whether it’s the percussion of a waterfall pounding on the rocks, or the symphony of raindrops in a forest, water has a lot of potential. I often find when I’m doing the dishes, the sound of the faucet is therapeutic.
Sophia
The crimson on the awning made her delirious. It was it if a thousand sunbeams bursted through her skull, musical, perfect, thrilling.
Joey
She sang and danced, the sand digging its way into her toes. She stamped her feet to the beat of the drum, spinning wildly like a force of nature; a hurricane. The fire lit up her long hair as it swayed back and forth, teasingly touching its tips to the fire, but never burning. The music felt like it was coming from inside of her, dragging itself out of her chest. She swayed and pounced, emitting cries like some wild beast, howling to the night.
The way she wrung her hands,
Then the tears,
Pit pat, pit pat,
Raindrops on the tin roof
Coursing down the lines of her face,
Notes on the page
Of her own sorrowful song,
Pit pat, pit, pat,
Writing it onto the walls,
The puddles on the floors.
The way he moves is musical. It is precision and grace, every step a perfect note, every breath keeping time. Each strike is percussion and the moans of the dying are his backing choir. How could I help but love him when he makes such sweet music?
I clench my fingers around the hilt of my sword.
I want an encore.
Oh what a joy it is. He said it without an exclamation point, and for good reason. Yeah, he enjoyed expressing himself, but what’s the point when you do it everyday. Ever since the ice-cream truck jingle stopped working, the company had forced him to sing it in the truck. Day in and day out, it has gotten old.
They always said she was musical. She spoke in lyrics and walked in time to a song only she could hear. And it was beautiful.
Danielle La Paglia
music refreshes life more than anything. May it be classical, rock or rap. when you are depressed music seem like a friend.
achyut
Musical is the sound of nature. It has a rhythm of its own which we tend to miss in our daily busy schedule.
Ranja Chaudhuri
In light of recent events, Jane took to the deserted streets and surveyed what was left of the chaos. A layer of mist filled the pathways, making it difficult for her to see the street names on each block. Never much of a musical person, she was surprised when she found herself humming a song she was unfamiliar with. It must have been a tune she heard one of the victims singing, before their untimely demise. It was a melody so sad, and so melancholic, that she was crying even before she realized it was happening. A song forever stained with the memory of a person whose name she cannot even recall.
free your mind
sweet music
the wind beneath my wings
brings me at ease
express your heart
is life
melodies
Ernie Samuel
inside my head was musical
but not a cheesy, break out into song and dance musical
maybe i’m so vain i never tire of my voice
or maybe i would rather hear a song
instead of the noise.
because when there is music,
a refined, primal sense comes out within me
and the simplest melody is all that matters
La musique et la musicalité… celle d’une voix humaines et celle de tout se qui est ”bruitage”. Celle de la musique qui me détruis les oreille et me donne a petit feu des acouphène. Que voulez-vous c’est la vie quand on aime ”Tool”…. S’il y a bien un sens que je ne voudrais pas perdre…. j’aurais 2 ouï pour une vue dans une autre vie… aveugle pour la musique….
A play at a theater people standing in tights. he feels quite uncomfortable sitting there as he has always considered himself a manly man. But he does these things to please her. As she has done so much for him.
Joel
Katy Crenshaw is trying out for the musical this year. Dave watched her go to the activities board and put her name on the list. This is my one chance to share an activity with her, maybe we’ll both get the leads. Maybe we’ll make out! Where can I get voice lessons in the next 24 hours?
the sparkle in your eye, the hop in your step. the individual that has reason to live, a deaf tone person has no reason to dance or to sing. tone deaf people have yet to find their higher purpose, but your sound is my own personal musical. i could watch you dance all day and listen to you all night.
Muse-ical ice-icals
Simple string sympha-ho ho hos
And a timpani trill-a-lo on the ice ice slats of the ice-icals
Muse-ical fuse-ion-icle
June
music is the soul of the heart, its what we want to hear when we fall asleep. our steps are musical when we are jubilant and silent when there is no reason to dance. a musical person has a glimmer in their eye while a flat tone has no reason to live. musical is how we survive.
Shelby Marie
The car became an instrument, an orchestra all its own and every rev and gentle turn let her conduct it along the curves and beyond the bridges that led back to civilization.
I love a good musical. I think that going to a musical can really lift your spirits. Its amazing all of the feeling and emotions that can be displayed when going to a musical and I think that they are one of the best forms of entertainment there is.
Musicaaaaaaaals! In the wise words of NPH “they’re not just for gays anymore” yet I’m not sure who’s wise to that. I love musicals. I don’t think I’ll ever be cast in one again but musicals kindled my love for music and singing. People are always looking for songs that will move them and have power and real emotion yet people seem to “write off” musical theatre. I find that ironic.
havent a fiber in my body—that in unless you consider the constant and melodic thumping beat of my heart—or the snare crackle my knees make when rising or the snap of my fingers when demanding your attenti or the pop in my hip when i switch—thats about as musical as i get.
I can hear the waves crashing around me, the harmony of the ocean deep and the treble of the high, soaring crests. The seagulls and other water fowl add their own simple tunes to the cascading symphony that this world is lucky to know. The whales hum their songs and the Fishermen whistle their tunes. Everything, always, in perfect balance with the world. For this is life. The moment we take to listen for just a second, we hear what everyone always searches for. Peace.
Sam Hunter
i like music. it’s fun. it helps me calm down when i’m sad. i have listened to music since i escaped my moms stomach. yea. music. im a musical person. i sing in a choir, i play piano. yeah. music. im musical. laaaaaaaaa!!
anony
music makes the world go around. when it hits you you feel no pain. I don’t know where I would be without my favorite bands, probably in some dark scary place with no friends or cares. Music is my reason to get up in the morning and what puts me to bed at night. It’s one thing that I think every person can relate to, even through language barriers.
Crystal Tighe
Musical. Music is thoughtful. It is expression. It is beautiful. Music is everywhere. It is the birds singing to you when you wake up. It is the rhythm of your footsteps as you walk to work. It is the cars honking, and the people interacting.
Emily Christensen
I think of my brother when the word musical comes to mind. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who really truly embodied this word as much as him. He dove right into every beat, every instrument he played. He was musical, that is for sure.
oh how i love musicals,especially when he is sitting right there next to me,the both of us singing loudly along not caring if we hit the notes or not,not caring if the lyrics are correct or not,because we really treasue those moments when we can sing out loud as sign of our endless love for each other!
this is the most overrated music form of the last 60 years. It was nice when it stated, but now the most stupid stories become even more stupid, because actors who cannot sing and singers who cannot act are thrown on stage to “amuse” us. Well, not for me!
my life is a musical symphony. Every day had their own melody and create a standing ovation at the end of the day. But i guess, that is everybody life
I like musicals, I haven’t seen many but I like Andrew Lloyd Webber. Cats. Phantom. I like the music from musicals. And Disney. Who doesn’t like Disney?!
There is something beautiful
about the way your voice carries
through the hollow hallways
and the empty theaters.
Something like waking from
the most pleasant dream
and finding myself
echoing those words in my head.
Where whistling is thought musical, that place is to be avoided. Static I can listen through, to the soul of the music. But whistling, it stirs the hairs on the back of my neck, it forebodes as though someone is walking up behind me with nair-do-well intention. It is the music of the lout, the pretender, the rascal.
His voice is musical, tingling in the air and into everyone’s ears pleasantly. He has captured everyone’s attention, even some’s hearts, and he knows this. He knows the effect he has on people. He knows what his voice does, what it makes others feel. He knows, and he uses it to his advantage, relishing in their attention and admiration, raking in their compliments and feeding his needy soul its daily meal.
The last thing that i know is that this is not some very nice thing but i really drop this is it over now?
Musical is a talent of the most elated nature. How blissful the musical man must be. How much love he brings forth to the world. To sing of the glory only compounds its usefulness.
His love of musicals gave it away. He was so careful to masculinize his wardrobe, his way of speaking… But within the first bar of “Hello Dolly,” he was belting it out along with Carol Channing like a star.
The best part of a day is the music in it, the trains going by outside, leaf blowers, children playing, wind whistling, commercials on television, my puppy barking and playing, my granddaughters laughing while they play-music comes in many forms and many styles =)
I love how water can be so musical. People take that for granted. Whether it’s the percussion of a waterfall pounding on the rocks, or the symphony of raindrops in a forest, water has a lot of potential. I often find when I’m doing the dishes, the sound of the faucet is therapeutic.
The crimson on the awning made her delirious. It was it if a thousand sunbeams bursted through her skull, musical, perfect, thrilling.
She sang and danced, the sand digging its way into her toes. She stamped her feet to the beat of the drum, spinning wildly like a force of nature; a hurricane. The fire lit up her long hair as it swayed back and forth, teasingly touching its tips to the fire, but never burning. The music felt like it was coming from inside of her, dragging itself out of her chest. She swayed and pounced, emitting cries like some wild beast, howling to the night.
The way she wrung her hands,
Then the tears,
Pit pat, pit pat,
Raindrops on the tin roof
Coursing down the lines of her face,
Notes on the page
Of her own sorrowful song,
Pit pat, pit, pat,
Writing it onto the walls,
The puddles on the floors.
The way he moves is musical. It is precision and grace, every step a perfect note, every breath keeping time. Each strike is percussion and the moans of the dying are his backing choir. How could I help but love him when he makes such sweet music?
I clench my fingers around the hilt of my sword.
I want an encore.
Oh what a joy it is. He said it without an exclamation point, and for good reason. Yeah, he enjoyed expressing himself, but what’s the point when you do it everyday. Ever since the ice-cream truck jingle stopped working, the company had forced him to sing it in the truck. Day in and day out, it has gotten old.
They always said she was musical. She spoke in lyrics and walked in time to a song only she could hear. And it was beautiful.
music refreshes life more than anything. May it be classical, rock or rap. when you are depressed music seem like a friend.
Musical is the sound of nature. It has a rhythm of its own which we tend to miss in our daily busy schedule.
In light of recent events, Jane took to the deserted streets and surveyed what was left of the chaos. A layer of mist filled the pathways, making it difficult for her to see the street names on each block. Never much of a musical person, she was surprised when she found herself humming a song she was unfamiliar with. It must have been a tune she heard one of the victims singing, before their untimely demise. It was a melody so sad, and so melancholic, that she was crying even before she realized it was happening. A song forever stained with the memory of a person whose name she cannot even recall.
free your mind
sweet music
the wind beneath my wings
brings me at ease
express your heart
is life
melodies
inside my head was musical
but not a cheesy, break out into song and dance musical
maybe i’m so vain i never tire of my voice
or maybe i would rather hear a song
instead of the noise.
because when there is music,
a refined, primal sense comes out within me
and the simplest melody is all that matters
I love music, yet I cannot describe myself as musically inclined. Don’t know how to sing, except when I’m in the shower or driving alone in my car.
If life was a musical, we’d all self combust.
La musique et la musicalité… celle d’une voix humaines et celle de tout se qui est ”bruitage”. Celle de la musique qui me détruis les oreille et me donne a petit feu des acouphène. Que voulez-vous c’est la vie quand on aime ”Tool”…. S’il y a bien un sens que je ne voudrais pas perdre…. j’aurais 2 ouï pour une vue dans une autre vie… aveugle pour la musique….
A play at a theater people standing in tights. he feels quite uncomfortable sitting there as he has always considered himself a manly man. But he does these things to please her. As she has done so much for him.
Katy Crenshaw is trying out for the musical this year. Dave watched her go to the activities board and put her name on the list. This is my one chance to share an activity with her, maybe we’ll both get the leads. Maybe we’ll make out! Where can I get voice lessons in the next 24 hours?
the sparkle in your eye, the hop in your step. the individual that has reason to live, a deaf tone person has no reason to dance or to sing. tone deaf people have yet to find their higher purpose, but your sound is my own personal musical. i could watch you dance all day and listen to you all night.
Muse-ical ice-icals
Simple string sympha-ho ho hos
And a timpani trill-a-lo on the ice ice slats of the ice-icals
Muse-ical fuse-ion-icle
music is the soul of the heart, its what we want to hear when we fall asleep. our steps are musical when we are jubilant and silent when there is no reason to dance. a musical person has a glimmer in their eye while a flat tone has no reason to live. musical is how we survive.
The car became an instrument, an orchestra all its own and every rev and gentle turn let her conduct it along the curves and beyond the bridges that led back to civilization.
I love a good musical. I think that going to a musical can really lift your spirits. Its amazing all of the feeling and emotions that can be displayed when going to a musical and I think that they are one of the best forms of entertainment there is.
Musicaaaaaaaals! In the wise words of NPH “they’re not just for gays anymore” yet I’m not sure who’s wise to that. I love musicals. I don’t think I’ll ever be cast in one again but musicals kindled my love for music and singing. People are always looking for songs that will move them and have power and real emotion yet people seem to “write off” musical theatre. I find that ironic.
havent a fiber in my body—that in unless you consider the constant and melodic thumping beat of my heart—or the snare crackle my knees make when rising or the snap of my fingers when demanding your attenti or the pop in my hip when i switch—thats about as musical as i get.
I can hear the waves crashing around me, the harmony of the ocean deep and the treble of the high, soaring crests. The seagulls and other water fowl add their own simple tunes to the cascading symphony that this world is lucky to know. The whales hum their songs and the Fishermen whistle their tunes. Everything, always, in perfect balance with the world. For this is life. The moment we take to listen for just a second, we hear what everyone always searches for. Peace.
i like music. it’s fun. it helps me calm down when i’m sad. i have listened to music since i escaped my moms stomach. yea. music. im a musical person. i sing in a choir, i play piano. yeah. music. im musical. laaaaaaaaa!!
music makes the world go around. when it hits you you feel no pain. I don’t know where I would be without my favorite bands, probably in some dark scary place with no friends or cares. Music is my reason to get up in the morning and what puts me to bed at night. It’s one thing that I think every person can relate to, even through language barriers.
Musical. Music is thoughtful. It is expression. It is beautiful. Music is everywhere. It is the birds singing to you when you wake up. It is the rhythm of your footsteps as you walk to work. It is the cars honking, and the people interacting.
I think of my brother when the word musical comes to mind. I don’t think I’ve ever known anyone who really truly embodied this word as much as him. He dove right into every beat, every instrument he played. He was musical, that is for sure.