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"Le son omniprésent me pénètre, comme le doux contact d'une brise marine sur ma peau. La mélodie coule autour de moi, créant un monde musical d'images et de couleurs, où chaque son est le reflet de l'infini de l'Univers.."
Vladimir Solaris
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Musical Theatre Song Contest: Round One A
Submitter’s propaganda under the cut
Les Rois du Monde
It’s really fun and has some good harmony and has the famous dumbass trio of the Montagues!
It has a cool catching chorus, the message of the song is "rich people suck" add it slays! Also not relevant for the song maybe but that Romeo is gender emvy made flesh.
I have literally not been able to get this song unstuck from my head since 2009. An irresistible homage to freedom, beauty, life, and youth. Also, it’s been translated in 38837382 other languages.
Carrying the Banner
banging tune. silly little dancing newsboys. jeremy jordan. the chanting bit underneath the chorus towards the end of the song. did i mention the silly little dancing newsboys
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Wonderwall of broken dreams
#My shadow's the only one that walks beside me
They say there are stages of grief, and here I am walking this lonely road, still my protean self. I haven't deleted this: what I said. It's been sat at the back of the queue–these words like those before them–and having lost their currency before seeing the light of day.
You were brave to the end. Maybe you didn't understand or wished to stick your head in the sand like the proverbial ostrich, maybe you needed someone to understand for you and transmit in a way you'd find palatable.
You knew who you were and you could have asked for more, but you didn't. You asked for friendship and eschewed pity and that was what you got. You were so brave to the end; I salute you.
I didn't take it easy on you and only endeavoured to show you the respect you deserved, to be diplomatic and to refrain from encouraging you to walk through the door we, together, opened.
What would I do? Now, the same. Now I sense fresh opportunities to grow and to help others who are strong enough still to understand the nature of our paths through life. If I can help them develop their full natures not all will have been lost, and if I do it for anyone I do it for you.
Thank you again so much, my lovely friend. For wishing to believe everything would be ok, for leaving so much to chance, for only sharing what you wanted to, for working everything to the very end, for opening up at last.
So much is still recent, and I'm striving to make sense of the many loose ends we created: which I can tie off, which I must pursue. Alas, so it goes.
The day after yesterday
Then, yesterday, I turned a key and opened a door where I found not the person you described, at least not in part. What was static was there, a brilliant mind and a troubled life, but what was dynamic not so much as I would like: the confidence and the self-belief.
What did she know that was useful? She knew love is all that matters. Love approaches the energy of which we are made . . . of whom we are made, I should say. It is probablistic, hence prone to absence.
And if it's all that matters, then everything else she knew was merely scaffolding to support the argument when faced by naysayers, of whom the greatest is always a resident of our own minds.
So, yes, I baulked then at this relationship that was kindled and that–oh woe–went up like a house on fire. In less time than we, she and a septuagenarian polymath whose poetry met her standards made her realise what she had in her hands, on her lips, with her tongue and throughout her mind.
Everyone else knew it, but it seems they saw fit to place too fine a stress up on it. So, yes, I baulked when reading how someone might even stray so far as to describe her as a 'mine of useless information', and how she blossomed with genuine praise.
So today is going to be the day I throw it back to you, because back in January, I'd arrived in my in at 'Wonderwall' thanks to this mashup with Greenday. Now it's apt to separate the two, to see how we differed in ways we never appreciated . . . and we did appreciate many ways.
Yes, you were the one the saved me, but, no, the fire in my heart is not out, and although the path that lies ahead of me remains lonely, it is uniquely mine . . .
And all the roads we have to walk are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would like to say to you
But I don't know how
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Musical Theatre Song Contest: Round Two C
Submitter’s propaganda under the cut
Talia
it's really cool i swear!!!
dripping with emotion, so SO tragic, gus halper does an absolutely amazing job with it. you can feel the pain through the screen
Le Monde est Stone
The musical is very YMMV. But the greatness of this song is undeniable. It conveys the feeling of despair so well, and the lyrics are poignant. It’s become a French standard for good reason.
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