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Gee i <3 the piano xD lol |
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The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep , my mids aflight;
and yet my limbs seems made of lead. ---Whitacre's Sleep---
One of my favorite pieces, and this dude nails it. |
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Last edited by Oneironaut Zero; 07-18-2011 at 07:34 PM.
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this is my all time favorite song. |
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The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep , my mids aflight;
and yet my limbs seems made of lead. ---Whitacre's Sleep---
They took this song: |
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yup, that had piano in it |
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Reeling tangent: the only FF I've played a bit of was FF7, quite recently. I was pretty amazed to see that in the intro there is a massive poster on a building for an album called Loveless, with a sketch of the female vocalist for the band (My Bloody Valentine). That album is my all time favourite and I suggest everyone check it out. Presumably the artist loves it too and thought it fits with the atmosphere of the game. |
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Last edited by Xei; 07-19-2011 at 04:40 AM.
I'm really a fan of pieces like Dearly Beloved and stuff like that. Just really slow, Calming pieces. Stuff that makes me imagine myself laying in a filed of magnificant green grass, Or resting on the pure white sand of a beach, Watching the moonlight glitter off the deep dark blue ocean. Just...Relaxing. |
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I'm a pianist so I'm going to invade this thread |
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I just wanted to say also: Suck my pianist. |
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The evening hangs beneath the moon, a silver thread on darkened dune.
With closing eyes and resting head; I know that sleep is coming soon.
Upon my pillow, safe in bed,
A thousand pictures fill my head,
I cannot sleep , my mids aflight;
and yet my limbs seems made of lead. ---Whitacre's Sleep---
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