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:original: I listen to music a little differently than most of the people I encounter around me. For me I only truly know the piece after merging the vibration of my heart with that of the music, then I can feel the hearts of the people behind the instruments and words. The message becomes something only detectable by the heart, only known by experiencing it, becoming it. In being deeply centered in the heart, meditating, being grounded, etc. the vibrations create a new landscape, they have their own story. The love that brought them to life is felt and understood. You feel where the artists are coming from, share their perspective, and incorporate it with your own. You merge, in the moment, through vibration, resonating the heart. :wub2::trumpet: |
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Never been to spain ?
Well, taste it and enjoy !!:wink2: |
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Seee, now this is HOT... I Love it... Thank you, Amate...
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Spanish Guitar...
i love this song...i love the guitar...i love the fantasy |
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See, you can even sing and dance in your bathroom LOL
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You love the guitar ? Well llisten :original:
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i love dance too...
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For all Heroes.... and one special
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Used to sing this alot... |
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An Interlude! :original:
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thanks tango that has made my day love m x |
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And who by fire, who by water, who in the sunshine, who in the night time, who by high ordeal, who by common trial, who in your merry merry month of may, who by very slow decay, and who shall I say is calling? And who in her lonely slip, who by barbiturate, who in these realms of love, who by something blunt, and who by avalanche, who by powder, who for his greed, who for his hunger, and who shall I say is calling? And who by brave assent, who by accident, who in solitude, who in this mirror, who by his lady's command, who by his own hand, who in mortal chains, who in power, and who shall I say is calling? my love to you all avalonians this one is for you, dont you just love the guitar playing? m x |
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Why do we never get an answer?
Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door? With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war. It's where we stop and look around us There is nothing that we need. In a world of persecution That is burning in it's greed. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door? Because the truth is hard to swallow That's what the wall of love is for. It's not the way that you say it When you do those things to me. It's more the way that you mean it When you tell me what will be. And when you stop and think about it You won't believe it's true. That all the love you've been giving Has all been meant for you. I'm looking for someone to change my life. I'm looking for a miracle in my life. And if you could see what it's done to me To lose the the love I knew Could safely lead me through. Between the silence of the mountains And the crashing of the sea There lies a land I once lived in And she's waiting there for me. But in the grey of the morning My mind becomes confused Between the dead and the sleeping And the road that I must choose. I'm looking for someone to change my life. I'm looking for a miracle in my life. And if you could see what it's done to me To lose the the love I knew Could safely lead me to The land that I once knew. To learn as we grow old The secrets of our souls. It's not the way that you say it When you do those things to me. It's more the way you really mean it When you tell me what will be. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door? With a thousand million questions About hate and death and war. It's where we stop and look around us There is nothing that we need. In a world of persecution That is burning in it's greed. Why do we never get an answer When we're knocking at the door? |
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