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Leaden trumpets spit the soot of power they sayI'm on your side when nobody is, cause nobody is.Come sit right here and sleep while I slip poison in your ear
My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.
Wild men, screaming through the keyholes.
I can't hear you unless you speak.
Who is so deafe, as he that will not hear?
Those are the voices of my brothers, darling; I love the company of wolves.
Deaf folk hear the fairies However soft their song; 'Tis we who lose the honey sound Amid the clamor all around That beats the whole day long.
Don't be a "HEARER", be a "DOER.
If you listen carefully, you can hear these things. If you look carefully, you'll see what you're after
I can feel them, can hear the rush of hundreds of feet, can hear old laughter running underneath the birdsong: a place built of memory and echo.
Jukeboxes, radio and television, going from dawn to dusk, help spread the poison of synthetic, artificial, rhythmical noise.
Secret thinker sometimes listening aloud.
Noise: a stench in the ear.
The which if you with patient ears attend,
You don't hear what I hear.
In every country is a word which attempts the sound of cats, to match an inisolable portrait in the clouds to a din in the air. But the constant noise is not an omen of music to come.
I wish you'd wash your mind-ears out! Organazoomers. They're how you travel inside a soultree. Don't you know anything?
You can not hear what you do not understand.
Bells, the poor man's only music.
Make passionate my sense of hearing.
wup-wup-wup" - Pil and Popo
Who hears the fishes when they cry?
NOTES FROM UNDERGROUND
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
wankers snorting
Hipsters, flipsters and finger-poppin' daddies: knock me your lobes.
I like the sound of 'claps of no sound..
The bird, the best, the fisch eke in the see,They live in fredome, everich in his kynd.And I a man, and lakkith libertee.
The birds they sangat the break of day.Start again!!I heard them say
I hear the cheers when they roared and the jeers when they echoed.
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
that I - I have not 'heard' . . . What is it?
When things feel murky and unsure, fine tuning our hearing so as to distinguish the voice of our Innermost Self brings clarity.
I remember it was a damn funny thing for a stranger to say," Stephen said. "Old Ones, we Old Ones. With capital letters
you could *hear* them.
Are these the voices of our dead friends, or just the gramophone?
In the silence, hear what can't be heard.
Turn up your hearing aid 'Grandpa', because I'm only going to say this once!
I hear it in the deep heart's core.
I did not hear what I should have listened to.
rashers of bacon.
Pearls of wisdom need matching hearrings.
Ank froze. The moaning became more stressful and a little bit louder. "I think its coming from the basement."br>Without warning, Ank grabs a pool stick and starts banging on the floorboards. "Would you shut up! It four o'clock in the morning and people are trying to get their beauty sleep!
misbegotten cockwaffle.
In Boffo's Novelty and Joke Emporium in Ankh-Morpork, all the whoopee cushions trumpeted in a doleful harmony;
screaming as they squeal down a Slip'n Slide
Young men, hear an old man to whom old men hearkened when he was young.
They are more to me than life, these voices, they are more than motherliness and more than fear; they are the strongest, most comforting thing there is anywhere: they are the voices of my comrades.
Here I want to see those men of hard voice.
Those that break horses and dominate rivers;
those men of sonorous skeleton who sing
with a mouth full of sun and flint.
And what strange voices they have! Sometimes like the complaining of small children; sometimes like the noise of lambs ...
What is the voice of song when the world lacks the ear of taste?
We made the noise of savage animals, of men.
Spread your ear pollution far and wide.
I strain to hear, but my old ears, for all their obscene hugeness, pick up nothing but snippets:
He hears men's voices, shouts, so evil and grim he hears their names: Tin Tin, Fun Boy, T-Bird, Top Dollar and Tom Tom. The sounds sink into his heart like ice and brun in his head with a heat so intense it glows white.
Listen if you want to be heard
I took the conch shell and set it to my ear. Its susurrus sounded less like the sea than the labored breathing of a tiring runner. No doubt I heard what I was listening for.
sounds of Suzuki,
A Voice from I Don't Know WhereVoice-- Mary Oliver
the loud voice young people who feared the elderly used.
I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old.
out of my way cakesniffers
of dark passageways, their footsteps echoing. Schoenberg
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, that's the sound of the men working on the chain gang.
Oh you men who think or say that I am malevolent, stubborn, or misanthropic, how greatly do you wrong me. You do not know the secret cause which makes me seem that way to you. Oh how harshly was I flung back by the doubly sad experience of my bad hearing.
Your ears are not simply for hearing tuneful sounds, mellow and sweetly played in harmony: you should also listen to laughter and weeping, to words flattering and acrimonious, to merriment and distress, to the language of men and to the roars and barking of animals.
Listen: the dark we've only ever imagined now audible, thrumming,
marbled with static like gristly meat. a chorus of engines churns.
silence taunts: a dare. everything that disappears
disappears as if returning somewhere.
Ank froze. The moaning became more stressful and a little bit louder. "I think its coming from the basement."
Without warning, Ank grabs a pool stick and starts banging on the floorboards. "Would you shut up! It four o'clock in the morning and people are trying to get their beauty sleep!
Loud ringing noises, I've discovered, upset Mr.Peepers.
To hear, one must be silent.
Torpid systems - it was pleasant to hear them
Talkers expand like bread dough.
Sound
That stealeth ever on the ear of him
Who, musing, gazeth on the distance dim,
And sees the darkness coming as a cloud
Is not its form
its voice
most palpable and loud?
If you hear I will speak but if you listen I will talk.
People who are shouting
never heard themselves,
speaking.
P.C.M. Hermans
Worldpoet 546
25-9-2016
They hear drums, we hear music.
Voices beyond my ability to measure suddenly hushing all at once.
With their souls of patent leather, they come down the road. Hunched and nocturnal, where they breathe they impose, silence of dark rubber, and fear of fine sand.
Slipknot sounds like Tre choking on a hairball.
Comen out, leetle rodents," the human called in a language that the companions could not understand. The wizard reiterated the request in another tongue, then in drow, and then in two more unknown tongues, and then in svirfneblin. He continued on for many minutes,
How silver-sweet sound lovers' tongues by night, like softest music to attending ears.
To the counsel of fools a wooden bell.
I grew up listening to the Light Crust Doughboys on WBAP.
Listeners ne'er hear good of themselves.
Mmmm I like the sounds you're making," he murmured in a honeyed whisper. "I just bet that you're a screamer. Should I have brought earplugs?
Kurt Nielsen
Aoibheann ("Who on earth could pronounce that?
We're gonna rock your world, Tink.
there are none so deaf as those that will not hear.
THE NAME THOUGHT OUT TO BE SPOKEN
Need for a "speaker for the dead" and for the living.
Great talkers should be cropt, for they've no need of ears.
For the rest of our lives, all we can hear are our names chanted over and over, until we are deaf to everything else.
Although it was hard to tell, with bluegrass, wether or not they were supposed to sound like geese.
What are we singers but the silver-voiced messengers of the poet and the musician?
Richie Beirach Trio
My first recollection is that of a bugle call.
THE ADVENTURE OF THE SPECKLED BAND
Tweedle dee and tweedle dum
Megaphone in which the wind passes singing.
Whose sisters listen to foreign radio stations? The woman
So lets knock a couple back and make some noise