I take what I need I leave what I don't I take what I need I leave what I don't Monuments, I owe you nothing I take what I need I leave what I don't
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I take what I need I leave what I don't I take what I need I leave what I don't Monuments, I owe you nothing I take what I need I leave what I don't
Roufaida
Dat was de workshop This Song Will Save Your Life, oftewel songwriting door Roufaida. Over twee weken geeft Elfie Tromp een workshop feministisch schrijven, deze is alleen uitverkocht (sorry...). Er is nog wel plek bij Imaginary Friends op 8 juni, waarin we ons samen met Daphne Huisden zullen buigen over personages (en hoe die praten!). Tot snel!
Zaterdag 11 mei geeft Roufaida een workshop songwriting (waarbij de nadruk ligt op writing, maak je geen zorgen over een eventueel gebrek aan musical skills): This Song Will Save Your Life.
Tickets: bit.ly/2GzmgND
Of je nou begint met een beat, een melodie of een gedicht, er zijn meerdere wegen die leiden naar een goede song. Ontdek de jouwe tijdens de workshop songwriting This Song Will Save Your Life. Door Roufaida! 🎤
Een muzikaal uitstapje! Zaterdag 30 maart geeft Roufaida een workshop songwriting: This Song Will Save your Life. Tot dan!
Your feathers dancing in the wind your proud beak up and high my story ends where yours begins up in the merciless sky And with these dainty feet I walk the grounds that I know I fear all that is down beneath and what's hiding above Your blunt eyes just pierce into me and tell me to let go to roughen up my feet and just move as far as I can go A blanc page is ahead of me a pencil in my hand and When I look up you take off towards another land
So I rest my head again Fall into a dream again Can't overcome the silence I hum myself a lullaby Tell myself another lie Time is of the essence Nights getting longer Days getting cold I should've listened To the wise man's words Further I do drift away still unable to obey It feeds me, isolation All is gone and in the past Halfway there, but nothing's left Never take a second chance Blood on my hands And eyes on revolt I should've listened To the wise man's words
[DnB] Hot Date! & Chrisson - To the Sun (feat. Roufaida)