And in our hearts tears stung, and the old ache Was more than any God would have us bear. Then in the drowsy town the inn of dreams Shut out awhile October’s sky of dread; Drugged in the wood-reek, under the black beams, Nestled against my arm her little head…….. Metal!🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏽🤘🏾🤘🏼🫶
Unbearable. I have stopped listening to Bax. It always ends in pompous, shrill, imperialistic, militaristic battle sound, like ALL ENGLISH CLASSICAL MUSIC, ALL OF IT. JUST SICKENING AND AN ABUSE OF ART FOR DIRTY PROPAGANDA.
If this is your honest opinion then I must recommend some form of therapy. You are sadly delusional, and if those caps are you shouting then you need some help to work thru your anger issues. Seek help.
Oh wao, qué poema más sublime e inspirador de Arnold Bax.y está magnífica orquesta de Ulster y su grandioso director B.thomson ❤🎉
-Beautiful, moody description of nature in late autumn.
And in our hearts tears stung, and the old ache
Was more than any God would have us bear.
Then in the drowsy town the inn of dreams
Shut out awhile October’s sky of dread;
Drugged in the wood-reek, under the black beams,
Nestled against my arm her little head…….. Metal!🤘🏼🤘🏿🤘🏽🤘🏾🤘🏼🫶
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You get a like for the paintings alone.
Unbearable. I have stopped listening to Bax. It always ends in pompous, shrill, imperialistic, militaristic battle sound, like ALL ENGLISH CLASSICAL MUSIC, ALL OF IT. JUST SICKENING AND AN ABUSE OF ART FOR DIRTY PROPAGANDA.
YOu are out of your mind.
If this is your honest opinion then I must recommend some form of therapy. You are sadly delusional, and if those caps are you shouting then you need some help to work thru your anger issues. Seek help.
Seek help. Help with your confused state, and with your poor written English, both problems maybe interrelated.
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