Ian , 49, Maschio, Regno Unito
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A man of few words unless ive got something to say !
Your Taste in Music Says You're Wild

Your musical tastes are intense and rebellious.
You are intelligent... but in a very unconventional way.

You are curious about the world. You love doing something new.
In fact, you enjoy taking risks and doing things most people would shy away from.

You are very physical. It's likely that you're athletic, but not into team sports.
You have the soul of an artist. Beauty and harmony are important to you.

What Does Your Taste in Music Say About You?

Blogthings: If Quizzes Are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Take Quizzes
Chi sogna di giorno conosce molte cose.
Che sfuggono a chi sogna solo dinotte

Edgar Allan Poe

Cant help it 'bout the shape im in
I cant sing, i aint pretty and my legs are thin
But dont ask me what i think of you
I might not give the answer that you want me to

Peter Green

Funeral Blues

Wystan Hugh Auden

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone, Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone. Silence the pianos and with muffled drum Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead Scribbling on the sky the message He is Dead, Put crépe bows round the white necks of the public doves, Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song, I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong
The stars are not wanted now, put out every one; Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun; Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood. For nothing now can ever come to any good.


Music is yours
If it makes you smile
If it makes you cry
If it keeps you alive
If it makes the hairs on the back of your neck stand up
Its yours
Live it. Breathe it. Feel it Lay down with it. Die with it.
Let no one take it away from you
Let no one tell you its bad
Its yours
Its part of you
It is you
Its yours

Normal is what it is to the individual


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