Drummer, beat, and piper, blowHarper, strike, and soldier, goFree the flame and sear the grassesTil the dawning Red Star passes
The falling apart of a man's life should make more noise. It should startle passesrby with its Sturm and Drang. It ought to sound like the Parthenon crashing down. Not this ordinary, everyday kind of quiet...He closed his eyes...And still it was quiet, this falling apart of his life, as silent as the last beat of an old man's heart. A quiet, echoing thud, and then...nothing.
It's the stories that make my heart beat faster ...those are the ones to write about
All boxing experts told Helenius is the next world champion! Chisora beat him.
Nobody can beat the Klitschko brothers. That's why it's boring.
This fight should be dubbed, 'No Excuses.' If Carl Froch beats me, there won't be any excuses. I beat Carl Froch, there shouldn't be any excuses. No judges, no referees, no nothing. May the best man win.
I train so hard to make sure failure doesn't happen. If I do everything I can, and run as fast as I possibly can and someone still beats me, I don't think of that as failure.
My last piece of advice to the degenerate slot player who thinks he can beat the one-armed bandit consists of four little words: It can't be done.
They've got to deliver twenty-six episodes a season and they're not going to beat their heads up against a wall if they feel something didn't, like, pan out the way they had hoped.
Ric Flair, you once called me a woman. Well, what I want to know is, how does it feel to get beat by a woman?
Men of science, osteologists And surgeons, beat some poets, in respect For nature,-count nought common or unclean, Spend raptures upon perfect specimens Of indurated veins, distorted joints, Or beautiful new cases of curved spine; While we, we are shocked at nature's falling off, We dare to shrink back from her warts and blains.
I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
All I need is one mic One beat, one stage One ni%$a frontin' my face on the front page Only if I had one gun, one girl and one crib One god to show me how to do things his son did.
Nothing beats standing in the middle of the action, with all the data I need at my fingertips
As a bassist he could never really be a sideman. He was always the anchor. He drove the beat. even if it was behind Miles Davis'a horn.
Walter turned on the radio: electric violins wailing, twisted romance, the four-square beat of heartbreak. Trite suffering, but suffering nonetheless. The entertainment business. What voyeurs we have all become.
When comedy is good, it's jazz. The beats of it, the looseness, the improvisational part, the music-the way you hit the inflection, the high notes of a joke. It's all melody to me.
The time may have come to say goodbye to Muhammad Ali, because very honestly, I don't think he can beat George Foreman.
He would have beat everybody because we'd have found a way to beat him.
A troubled life beats having no life at all
Congress may be going home for the holidays soon. How can you beat a Christmas gift like that?
The Scots will do anything to beat the English or just to see them lose, but I've never bought into that really.
There’s a whole list of things I would probably change about myself. For example, I’m always trying to lose fifteen pounds. But I never need to be skinny. I don’t want to be skinny. I’m constantly in a state of self-improvement but I don’t beat myself up over it.
I think your heart dances to the beat of your own drum, and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been.
I think I'd be a good pimp cuz I'd never beat my ho's.
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