Should the chan-ges of life, like the tide's ebb and flow, Be cease-less and var-ied in form, And the frail bark of life, in a mo-ment fore-go, Its reck'ning a-midst the dark storm,
Stand firm to the helm and close furl each sail, While the tem-pest sweeps o-ver the main: There is hope in the wind, tho' de-struc-tive the gale, 'Twill calm and we'll try it a-gain, a-gain 'Twill calm and we'll try it a-gain
There was nev-er a valley but hill-tops ap-pear--Nor storm that's not spent to a calm; Nor a pain with-out pleas-ure, a hope with-out fear, Nor wound but has al-ways a balm!
When Clouds of ad-ver-si-ty gath-er a-round, And our friends turn their backs in dis-dain, Tho' the world shoudl con-spire all our hopes to con-found, Let's up and go try it a-gain, a-gain! Let's up and go try it a-gain.
All the fears of sad part-ing, the pangs of re-gret, The sighs of fond hope or dull care, Are but feel-ings im-plant-ed to make us re-spect The death-sting of hope-less de-spair!
The tear-drop of sor-row may dark-en the eye, Like the sun-beam ob-scured by the rain, But the clouds will dis-perse o-ver hope's gloom-y sky, And cheer up our prospects a-gain, a-gain! And cheer up our prospects a-gain!
My great-great grandmother Caroline gave the Deseret Sunday School Songs book to her daughter, Grace, for her 23rd birthday, January 11, 1918. This is a song from that book that has always comforted me.
My cousin was named for this grace, the great grandmother we share.
Okay, you guys are so gonna mock me for this, but I genuinely love the song Utah, This Is The Place.
Yes, I know it's cheesy as all get-out, right from the first two notes; and yes, I know it can only be sung properly by a class of fourth graders, and I know it's the most nineties thing that was dated the instant it came out, and I know it lacks the beauty of Utah, We Love Thee and the greatness of Utah, The Queen Of The West, and I know it's legitimately giggle-worthy and doofy, but yeah.
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
You are the end result of a “would you push the button” prompt where the prompt was “you have unlimited godlike powers but you appear to all and sundry to be an impetuous child” – Zero, 2022
Because, as you'd imagine, it's almost always referred to as "McKinley" by people here
Waka Flocka Flame's verse on said track might be my favorite he's ever done.
I've heard a lot of praise for his verse on that track.
I'm listening to Swell Maps now. Experimental punk band, alternating between gloriously goofy, shambolic rock tracks about spy operations and cake shop girls and slinky, robotic instrumentals like the missing link between NEU! and Sonic Youth.
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Have a problem? Summon zombies. Difficult unique monster? Summon zombies. Multiple difficult unique monsters? Summon ghosts and zombies.
and feel the steady beating of my heart
of lyrics
then insert arpeggio literally in two ways (visually and musically)
And the frail bark of life, in a mo-ment fore-go, Its reck'ning a-midst the dark storm,
Stand firm to the helm and close furl each sail, While the tem-pest sweeps o-ver the main:
There is hope in the wind, tho' de-struc-tive the gale, 'Twill calm and we'll try it a-gain, a-gain
'Twill calm and we'll try it a-gain
There was nev-er a valley but hill-tops ap-pear--Nor storm that's not spent to a calm;
Nor a pain with-out pleas-ure, a hope with-out fear, Nor wound but has al-ways a balm!
When Clouds of ad-ver-si-ty gath-er a-round, And our friends turn their backs in dis-dain,
Tho' the world shoudl con-spire all our hopes to con-found, Let's up and go try it a-gain, a-gain!
Let's up and go try it a-gain.
All the fears of sad part-ing, the pangs of re-gret, The sighs of fond hope or dull care,
Are but feel-ings im-plant-ed to make us re-spect The death-sting of hope-less de-spair!
The tear-drop of sor-row may dark-en the eye, Like the sun-beam ob-scured by the rain,
But the clouds will dis-perse o-ver hope's gloom-y sky, And cheer up our prospects a-gain, a-gain!
And cheer up our prospects a-gain!
My great-great grandmother Caroline gave the Deseret Sunday School Songs book to her daughter, Grace, for her 23rd birthday, January 11, 1918. This is a song from that book that has always comforted me.
My cousin was named for this grace, the great grandmother we share.
Yes, I know it's cheesy as all get-out, right from the first two notes; and yes, I know it can only be sung properly by a class of fourth graders, and I know it's the most nineties thing that was dated the instant it came out, and I know it lacks the beauty of Utah, We Love Thee and the greatness of Utah, The Queen Of The West, and I know it's legitimately giggle-worthy and doofy, but yeah.
I'm sorry, I just, well, narm charm.
And I know I'm gonna get mocked for that "so yeah", so SHADDUP.
The cropped version looks like a cat in a spacesuit, which is way more awesome.
Maid costumes have never been good and never will be.
And they aren't my kind of terrible, either.
I wonder what happened to Tachyon
I miss that particle
though sometimes a bit on the sappy side for me
I may send you the stems later though.
You should send me something, we had said we were going to do more work together and we never did.
I loved Sailor Moon.
I'm excited.
SO EXCITED.
Waka Flocka Flame's verse on said track might be my favorite he's ever done.