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3 weeks ago
holy little valentine
browneyedbecca
added to a playlist
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Air - Playground Love
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All My Days - Alexi Murdoch (HQ)
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Dave Matthews Band - Crash Into Me
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Gavin DeGraw - Follow Through
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Gavin DeGraw - Follow Through
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Just The Way You Are - Bruno Mars (Boyce Avenue acoustic/piano cover) on iTunes
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Ray LaMontagne - Let It Be Me
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Sufjan Stevens - To Be Alone With You
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Winter Song - Sara Bareilles/Ingrid Michaelson- Music Video
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About it's the art of feeling naked in your clothes...
I'm here with an open mind to take in what everyone has to offer and maybe give a lil of me too...
Following my heart instead of my head as I'm known to do, more often than not. Poetry and music probably turn me on the most in life. I like a good laugh and love a good conversation.
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"You know I've heard it said there's beauty in distortion.
By some people who've withdrawn to find their heads
Now they say that there is humor in misfortune
You know I wonder if they'll laugh when I am dead
Hey, you know some people say that values are subjective,
But they're just speaking words that someone else has said.
And so they live and fight and kill with no objective.
Sometimes it's hard to tell the living from the dead."
--Edgar Winter Group
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I'm here with an open mind to take in what everyone has to offer and maybe give a lil of me too...
Following my heart instead of my head as I'm known to do, more often than not. Poetry and music probably turn me on the most in life. I like a...
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browneyedbeccaLatest Activity
Mar 2, 2012Date Joined
Feb 24, 2007About this user
"I tried to share the beauty with others, but my words came out soggy,wet and dripping or tasting of color.
I pulled myself up and began walking, feeling a slight chill which crept inside
as well as outside my body...
Soon whole trains of thought started to appear between each word.
I had found the perfect
and true original language,
used by Adam and Eve,
but when I tried to explain,
the words I used had little to do
with my thinking.
I was losing it,
it was slipping out of my grasp,
this wonderful priceless and true thing which must be saved for posterity.
I felt terrible, and finally
I couldn't talk at all
and slumped back onto the floor,
closed my eyes and the music began to
absorb me physically.
I could smell it and touch it
and feel it as well as hear it.
Never had anything ever been
so beautiful.
I was a part of every single instrument, literally part.
Each note had a character,
shape and color all its very own
and seemed to be entirely separate
from the rest of the score
so that I could consider its relationship
to the whole composition,
before the next note sounded.
My mind possessed the wisdoms of the ages, and there were no words
adequate to describe them."
--Go Ask Alice