Using only song names from ONE ARTIST, cleverly answer these questions. Pass it on to people you like. You can’t use the artist I used. Try not to repeat a song title. It’s a lot harder than you think! Repost as “my life according to (artist name)”
Are you a male or female:
There’s a girl
Describe yourself:
Sugar and Spice
How do you feel?
Fish to Fry
Describe where you currently live:
The Weeds are Winning
If you could go anywhere, where would you go?
Moon over the Freeway
Your favorite form of transportation?
Walk or Ride
Your best friend?
The Next Best Thing
You and your best friends are:
Angel with an Attitude
What’s the weather like?
Summer Rains
Favorite time of day?
Breeze Black Night
If your life was a TV show, what would it be called?
Ooh La La
What is life to you?
Waking up in the City
Your relationship?
Four Left Feet
Your fear?
Nosy Neighbour
What is the best advice you have to give?
Wishful Thinking
不知是巧合還是其他原因，我itunes music library裡所有以breathe為歌名的歌好都很好聽。share其中三首吧：
Breathe in – Frou Frou
I read you and God I’m good at it I’m so spot on
Chord shapes in air go press that dissonance if you dare
And you breathing in finesse an innocent
From her partying
And I’m high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
And I’m high enough from all the waiting
To ride a wave on your inhaling
‘Cause I love you no?
Can’t help but love, you know…
Well it’s all so overrated
In not saying how you feel
So you end up watching chances fade
And wondering what’s real
And I Give you just a little time
I, Wonder if you realize
I’ve been waiting till I see it in your eyes
If I just breathe
Let it fill the space between
I’ll know everything is alright
Breathe,
Every little piece of me
You’ll see
Everything is alright
If I just breathe
Breathe
So I whisper in the dark,
Hoping you hear me
Do you hear me?
2 AM and she calls me ’cause I’m still awake,
can you help me unravel my latest mistake,
I don’t love him, winter just wasn’t my season
Yeah we walk through the doors, so accusing their eyes
Like they have any right at all to critisize,
hypocrites, you’re all here for the very same reason
‘Cause you can’t jump the track,we’re like cars on a cable
and life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button girl,
So cradle your head in you hands
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breathe
May he turn 21 on the base at Fort Bliss
Just today he sat down to the flask in his fist,
Ain’t been sober, since maybe October of last year.
Here in town you can tell he’s been down for a while,
But my God it’s so beautiful when the boy smiles,
Wanna hold him, maybe I’ll just sing about it.
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table.
No one can find the rewind button boys,
So cradle your head in your hands,
And breathe, just breathe,
Woah breathe, just breahte
There’s a light at each end of this tunnel, you shout
But you’re just as far in as you’ll ever be out
These mistakes you’ve made, you’ll just make them again
If you only try turning around.
2 AM and I’m still awake, writing a song
If I get it all down on paper, its no longer
inside of me, threatening the life they belong to
And i feel like I’m naked in front of the crowd
Cause these words are my diary, screaming out loud
And I know that you’ll use them, however you want to
Cause you can’t jump the track, we’re like cars on a cable,
And life’s like an hourglass, glued to the table
No one can find the rewind button now
Sing it if you understand.
and breathe, just breathe
woah breathe, just breathe,
oh breathe, just breathe.
I cannot forget music once it is associated spatially or visually… Patrick Watson’s Great Escape will always remind me of my train ride from Lund to Landskrona for the exhibition for Glumslöv.
Accordion always reminds me of Spain and France. Because a musician was playing it outside the Palace in Madrid when I was waiting for…
And Dublin is Cheer Chan.
I can’t listen to perky music when I am stressed, it only makes me feel even more miserable.
When stressed out, top choice of music are Rachael Yamagata and Greg Laswell – misery really loves company.
I can’t listen to classical music when I study because, thanks to music history, I will consciously analyse the piece e.g. period, composer, orchestration, chords, dissonance, music form, syncopation, you name it and I will tell you.
You cannot miss Spice Girls in the 90s.
I cannot play Mozart.
I love playing modern pieces – the harder to comprehend the better.
Amelie soundtrack is really very Parisian…
Acoustic guitar is insanely captivating.
I could not play emotional pieces when I was young. Maybe now that Grey’s has broke me, I can handle them better than before.
I gave Eurovision a miss this year. But the scene of how we groaned and yelled at Bulgaria for voting Germany to win is still clear as crystal in my head.
I have been falling for the Rescues lately. Okay, so Grey’s Anatomy was the reason that I know them, but who cares, I’ve got good music!
I am particularly impressed by their range of music. In their album Crazy Ever After, you can find some very different music. From vocal such as My Heart with you to pop-y tunes like Break Me Out:
Watching Susan Boyle singing I dream a dream (by the way, in case you are living in the Stone Age and have NOT watch Susan Boyle’s performance, you deserve… to be disconnected from the internet for the rest of your life) makes me think about my Les Misérables experience at London’s Queen’s Theatre and all the happenings that day!
Having Jap lunch in an overcrowded restaurant in London’s very own Chinatown
Watching Les Misérables at Queen’s Theatre with Tiffany and Mich during the day
Racing to Victoria station to meet Yat for another round of musical goodness!
Almost losing Yat to Victoria station!
Mediocre Chinese dishes for dinner… (I am starting to wonder why we went for Chinese?! Neither of us are very fond of it…!)
Watching Wicked in the evening at Apollo Victoria Theatre!
Three pounds-ice-cream that we didn’t buy! (Good will power!)
Catching very late coach back to Cambridge
Very green stage and makeup
Yat sending me off to coach terminal
Very long day in musical threatres! (YES, in case you didn’t notice, PLURAL!)
Ah… all the wicked goodness. Now off to listen to the Wicked sound track… it’s not the same, but musical tix are expensive!
She once explored the idea of going away to college to become a music teacher. But it just didn’t seem practical: spending four years studying the theory of music, which doesn’t interest her, while here in Newark, the school system is constantly adapting to real and threatened cuts.
Music programs always seem among the first to go, she says. No job security in Tchaikovsky.
So she is maintaining high grades, playing in the orchestra, working 35 hours a week as a Sonic Drive-In carhop, paying $345 a month for the small apartment she shares with an unemployed boyfriend — and planning to study nursing for two years at a technical college in Newark.
“Everybody gets sick,” she says, plotting her future.
A story of a music teacher:
When she struggles to pay for repairs to instruments, many of which are long-ago hand-me-downs from another school district, she recalls her 15 years as the music director in Bexley, a more affluent city where her budget was nowhere near as tight. She vividly remembers the Bexley student who celebrated graduation by smashing a $10,000 violin — his spare.