Planted my heart and soul in this place where nothing grows
I’m going to the train now. Catch ya later tumlbah
I just had to sit on my suitcase to get it to close. It was awesome. :D
The fact that it’s too heavy for me to carry is less awesome. Now I have to try to figure out what to not bring.
Haven’t seen the sun in weeks
My skin is getting pale
Haven’t got a mind left to speak
And I’m skinny as a rail
Light bulbs are getting dim
My interests are starting to wane
I’m told it’s everything a man could want
And I shouldn’t complain
Conversations getting dull
There’s a constant buzzing in my ears
Sense of humor’s void and null
And I’m bored to tears
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| — | The Raconteurs (Brendan Benson John Anthony White) |
Chopin - Nocturne Nº. 18 in E major, Op. 62, No. 2
Sviatoslav Richter, piano
Prague 1972Chopin’s 18th nocturne, dating from 1846, was actually the last to have been written chronologically; numbers 19 and 20 were composed before he left Poland, and number 21 was probably written in 1837.
Its simple, warm E major melody reminds me of the slow movement of the Ravel concerto. In the inner agitato there is a sudden modulation by sequence that is uniquely lovely, and the piece finishes with a delicious, unusual cadence.
