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Mood Music Part Quatro

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posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 01:16 PM
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posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 02:01 PM
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Happy 59th(!) Birthday Brian Setzer -



posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 04:37 PM
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That's as good a reason as any... "to pick up a reason"





posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 06:56 PM
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Hymn On Solitude - Poem by James Thomson

Hail, mildly pleasing solitude,
Companion of the wise and good;
But, from whose holy, piercing eye,
The herd of fools, and villains fly.
Oh! how I love with thee to walk,
And listen to thy whisper'd talk,
Which innocence, and truth imparts,
And melts the most obdurate hearts.

A thousand shapes you wear with ease,
And still in every shape you please.
Now wrapt in some mysterious dream,
A lone philosopher you seem;
Now quick from hill to vale you fly,
And now you sweep the vaulted sky;
A shepherd next, you haunt the plain,
And warble forth your oaten strain;
A lover now, with all the grace
Of that sweet passion in your face:
Then, calm'd to friendship, you assume
The gentle-looking Hertford's bloom,
As, with her Musidora, she,
(Her Musidora fond of thee)
Amid the long withdrawing vale,
Awakes the rival'd nightingale.

Thine is the balmy breath of morn,
Just as the dew-bent rose is born;
And while meridian fervours beat,
Thine is the woodland dumb retreat;
But chief, when evening scenes decay,
And the faint landskip swims away,
Thine is the doubtful soft decline,
And that best hour of musing thine.

Descending angels bless thy train,
The virtues of the sage, and swain;
Plain Innocence in white array'd,
Before thee lifts her fearless head:
Religion's beams around thee shine,
And cheer thy glooms with light divine:
About thee sports sweet Liberty;
And rapt Urania sings to thee.

Oh, let me pierce thy secret cell!
And in thy deep recesses dwell!
Perhaps from Norwood's oak-clad hill,
When meditation has her fill,
I just may cast my careless eyes
Where London's spiry turrets rise,
Think of its crimes, its cares, its pain,
Then shield me in the woods again.






posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 08:04 PM
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I literally nearly died well listening to this song... Won't go into details (T&C and all)... But every time I hear this song now, all I think about is how TPTB are simple mortals... Pull those wizard of Oz curtains back and all you'll find is a simple man, who's just as much in the dark as the rest of us.




posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 08:10 PM
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a reply to: Subaeruginosa

I hear you bro ...






posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 08:57 PM
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a reply to: Lassiecomehome

Oh sh!t dude... Really wish I could say I felt ya their... But, truth is I don't!

My time definitely hasn't come today... Not until my legs give out from underneath me!!!



I will not fall
I will stand tall



posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 09:25 PM
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a reply to: Subaeruginosa

nice song


I hope for a win





posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 09:41 PM
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posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 09:56 PM
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a reply to: Lassiecomehome

Sorry little brother, but Eminem beats all...



Now I gotta go though... After all, unfortunately I have job I'm supposed to attend in few hours...

Peace



posted on Apr, 10 2018 @ 10:07 PM
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posted on Apr, 11 2018 @ 12:11 PM
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Some over-the-top 80's goth/glam - now that's entertainment!



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