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Lu felt his heart do a strange thing. It hurt. It opened. It beat.
Y'look like someone told you they'd stopped making lube.
Luster, bring me home.
As you'll never hear the thing again, my boy, why not throw in a couple of brass bands?
Yet I understood the poetry of such mind games one day when, attempting to ask for my glasses (lunettes), I was asked what I wanted to do with the moon (lune).
A 'lewk' is like, 'I'm wearing a lewk today,' it's something that everybody will notice. It's like you're out of the pages of a magazine, that's a lewk.
Brass, stay down all summer.
Painted and smiling, I balance on my trapeze. Luka is poised ten metres away, his muscles shining under the lights. The wooden circles in his earlobes twitch as his jaw clenches, unclenches, clenches.
Lue knew she was going the right way, because she began to feel the subtle tug ... it was a voice in your head that sounded a lot like yours if you weren't paying attention.
pilaster, probably meant to anchor a
His hand dove beneath my seat and surfaced with the sawed-off vintage Lupara.
"I distinctly remember telling you not to bring that thing," I complained.
"Felt like you were daring me.
Th' first thing to have in a libry is a shelf.
Fr'm time to time this can be decorated with lithrachure.
But th' shelf is th' main thing.
Elen sila lumenn' omentielvo, a star shines on the hour of our meeting.
Ignite, my love. Ignite.
strings, piano and brass she often
Die Luft der Freiheit weht (The wind of freedom stirs). Since 1906, that obscure German phrase has encircled the Stanford Tree in the school emblem.
I guess I'm a Luddite.
Luka had a kind smile and the most beautiful dark-brown eyes. But it was Luka's upper left Iris smudged with a small splash of blue that made our mothers think we were destined to be. Mama said God placed a piece of my eye within his so we would always know we shared one soul.
Ceux qui luttent ce sont ceux qui vivent..
And down here they luttent a very great deal indeed..
But if life be the desideratum,. why grieve,. ils vivent..
While at BUD/S - Marcus Luttrell.
Lula was really the face of Brazil's boom in the previous decade and is one of the most towering politicians in the country today, so for this investigation to find get to him is an enormous deal.
And gladly wolde he lerne, and gladly teche.
The soft strings of the lute rippled with memories, and the maid's lilting voice made Mary sigh as she closed her eyes. She fell asleep filled with sadness, but without regret.
Thy tongue
Makes Welsh as sweet as ditties highly penn'd,
Sung by a fair queen in a summer's bower,
With ravishing division, to her lute.
Belt leather. Black pepper. Fine lace and bright feather. Tinker in town tonight, gone tomorrow. Working through the evening light. Come wife. Come daughter, I've small cloth and rose water.
I have the name for the best likker from here to hell and back.
If you read only one memoir by a disaffected, urban, 20-something Jewish girl this year, make it this one. Shukert rocks the lulav.
Marvin bongo drums and a piano and some grass
Bells, the poor man's only music.
I need mood music. I gotta get myself ready to kick butt.
Lula - High Five
The light of life!
There is a man in Bolingbroke who lisps and always testifies in prayer-meeting. He says, 'If you can't thine like an electric thtar thine like a candlethtick.
Did you seriously just use the word 'loins'?
We all teach ... the chemistry of Lavoisier and Gay-Lussac.
Send not a Catt for Lard.
light bright shining
You are not ashamed of our luuurve, are you, Jas?'
'Look, shut up, people might hear.'
'What do you mean, the people who live in the telephone?
There were several pictures of Lula with Evan Duffield, a few of them clearly taken by one or other of the pair themselves, holding the camera at arm's length, both of them apparently stoned or drunk.
She who has never lov'd, has never liv'd.
HOrrible. The most horrible sound on earth. The sound of death and torture and the agonies of a burning hell," Lisle said. "Damn them. It's bagpipes.
Ah, this is more like it. Tchaikovsky,
The fallyng out of faithfull frends is the renuyng of loue.
I wi-li-lished I li-li-lived in Molahonkey la-la-land The la-la-land where I-li-li was bo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lorn So I-li-li could play-la-lay my o-lo-lold banjo-lo-lo My o-lo-lold ban-jo-lo-lo won't go-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo-lo.
Clair de Lune," a song that makes her think of leaves fluttering, and of the hard ribbons of sand beneath her feet at low tide. The music slinks and rises and settles back to earth,
Halle-fucking-lujah!-- J.r. Ward
We're bar room buddies and we're the best kind, nobody messes with that friend of mine. Chug-a-lug-a-lug-a-lugga, bar room buddy of mine.
Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.' Zalos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. 'Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.
Nymphadora Tonks, who prefers to be known by her surname only,' finished Lupin.
Shine: clear dew aching with light.
The good gringo asked Lupe if she forgave him for sleeping with her mother. "Yes," Lupe said, "but we can't ever get married.
I don't try to make the guitar sound like the harpsichord or lute. That makes you end up being like a bad copy.
What light through yonder window breaks?
In Lullabies, I wanted to capture what I remembered of the drunken babbling of unfortunate twelve-year-olds: their illusions, their ludicrously bad choices, their lack of morality and utter disbelief in cause and effect
For so many years, Lumikki had needed to find hiding places because she was afraid. Finding secret nooks and safe havens was a lifeline. These days, it wasn't so much about fear as a desire to find some room just for her in a place that was shared by everyone.
To a great night, a great Lanthorne.
- Shush sweet baby, I said, so tired, and mixed her gripe water with whiskey and dill weed, but it did no good, so I seen now why lullabies was all about cradles falling from trees, oh dear, when the wind blows, down will come baby, whoops too bad, but at least it's quiet.
I'm leaking brain lubricant.
Besyn larveth'is!
Clang Clang Rattle Bing Bang, Gonna make my noise all day!
Wagner's music is better than it sounds.
A violinist fiddled.
With strings resined for winter.
Summer's light splintered.
I'm bored, lalalallalalala OLLI OXEN SOMETHING!!
Danders Anders squealed with joy. The most malodorous sound in the world.
...none live less the spark
a furtive groove
At last a dream come true. The Instrument of Instruments.
Shine thy light.
The Detroit String Quartet played Brahms last night. Brahms lost.
This banjo surrounds hate and forces it to surrender.
Light of lights!
anglepoise lamp.
The Musicians of Bremen
Music, the knife without a hilt,
Ut laeve is genne pannekook
That damn spark.
We've been listening to Wagner, which is so great.
To carry timber into the wood.
[Lat., In silvam ligna ferre.]
Please write music like Wagner, only louder.
Love life, love light.
Needless to say, playing these things hurt, but it was a hurt like tender fingers on lute strings. I bled a bit and hoped that I would callous soon.
Soft closer of our eyes! Low murmur of tender lullabies!
It's not a bloody piano, it's a clarenARt ... you weird talking person.
It [Bach's cello suites] is like a great diamond," said [Mischa] Maisky in a thick Russian accent, "with so many different cuts that reflect light in so many different ways.
Life!" urged Fook. "The Universe!" said Lunkwill. "Everything!" they said in chorus.
When I see Lemlem walking around New York City, it's just mind-boggling, because I know it came from this one man sitting and weaving this little product.
And this is our time-keeper, with a passion for percussion
Ting-a-ling mother fucker.
I give thee all,-I can no more, Though poor the off'ring be; My heart and lute are all the store That I can bring to thee.
But something's missing ( Aber etwas fehlt ).
You're that lady," Leo said. "The one who was named after Caribbean music."
Her eyes glinted murderously. "Caribbean music."
"Yeah. Reggae?" Leo shook his head. "Merengue? Hold on, I'll get it."
He snapped his fingers. "Calypso!
What!You know German?
I sat still as stone with my fingers aching. I wanted to play, not listen. Want isn't strong enough a word. I was hungry for it, starved. I'm not proud of the fact that I thought about stealing his lute and leaving in the dark of the night.
Semmelweis reflex. They
Nylon string is still a new love and I'm not tired of it yet.
Richard Wagner, a musician who wrote music which is better than it sounds.
I make love like sausage is to bacon as brick is to blanket. Somebody get me some utensils. And some lubrication (not Castrol Motor Oil).
A collection of Bach organ fugues (nerds have a thing about Bach),
The lamp of light.
steel wedge between the
What wine goes with Captain Crunch?