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Lyrics to Louder Than Words
We bitch and we fight
diss each other on sight
but this thing we do...
These times together
rain or shine or stormy weather
this thing we do...
With world-weary grace
we've taken our places
we could curse it or nurse it and give it a name.
Or stay home by the fire
felled by desire, stoking the flame.
But we're here for the ride.
It's louder than words
this thing that we do
louder than words
it way it unfurls.
It's louder than words
the sum of our parts
the beat of our hearts
is louder than words.
Louder than words.
The strings bend and slide
as the hours glide by
an old pair of shoes
your favorite blues
gonna tap out the rhythm.
Let's go with the flow
wherever it goes.
We're more than alive.
It's louder than words
this thing that we do
louder than words
the way it unfurls.
It's louder than words
the sum of our parts
the beat of our hearts
is louder than words.
Louder than words.
Louder than words
this thing they call soul
it's there with a pulse
louder than words.
Louder than words.
diss each other on sight
but this thing we do...
These times together
rain or shine or stormy weather
this thing we do...
With world-weary grace
we've taken our places
we could curse it or nurse it and give it a name.
Or stay home by the fire
felled by desire, stoking the flame.
But we're here for the ride.
It's louder than words
this thing that we do
louder than words
it way it unfurls.
It's louder than words
the sum of our parts
the beat of our hearts
is louder than words.
Louder than words.
The strings bend and slide
as the hours glide by
an old pair of shoes
your favorite blues
gonna tap out the rhythm.
Let's go with the flow
wherever it goes.
We're more than alive.
It's louder than words
this thing that we do
louder than words
the way it unfurls.
It's louder than words
the sum of our parts
the beat of our hearts
is louder than words.
Louder than words.
Louder than words
this thing they call soul
it's there with a pulse
louder than words.
Louder than words.
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5 comments:
I love this series.
(Good choice on Pink Floyd, too.)
Buna ziua, Daliana Pacuraru.
Exprimarea mare moment.
Fotografierea fascinantă.
Au un week-end bun. Din Japonia, Ruma ❃
It is clear not all these photographs were taken during November, but it seems to me they represent November -- a flat, cold, gray month which, to me, has always felt like it fell between autumn and winter.
But, this is the photography of Daliana and the music of Pink Floyd, and both work well together no matter what the month in which they appear and no matter if they arrive in moody black and white or with a burst of color.
The exception is the ninth photograph. It (and, probably the last photograph) could only be black and white. My thought upon looking at the ninth is that I am at the River Styx, waiting for Phlegyas to appear to ferry me across. A particularly haunting and a bit frightening photograph to my eyes.
A splendid post, Daliana.
WONDERFUL POST
ALOHA from Honolulu
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A wonderful and atmospheric set.
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