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The Soundtracks of my Life
SHANGHAI China
Life is such different all over the world. Life here is calm in the summer time and fierce in the winter storm. But it is almost the same in the Large City Like SHANGHAI. No differences working 9 hours a day and take some vacation in betweens. And the birth in the first place decide your Life for this time. Accept it, cherish it, Live it. Appreciate it & visit it of other people’s Life like what we are doing right Now!
Roman Z.A. & Fiona Li
Aug 9th, 2023
Recording memories is important. I always think I will remember but I don’t!
CEL 85 yrs old
MA, USA
Learning about everyone else’s everyday like
I LIKE A LOTE OF SONDETRAKS, BUT ESPECHALIE TH ONES ABOUT MOVIES. MY 2 FAVORITE MOVVIES, ARE: THE LORD OF TH RINGS, AND JURASSIC PARCK.
LOUIS DÉPLANCHE
Sigur Ros and Radiohead are the soundtrack of my life
I’ve come to Iceland thanks to my obsession with Northern Lights and the music.
One of my favourite bands is called Sigur Ros, I cannot recommend them enough!
Specially when you listen to a song while watching the landscape Iceland has to offer, it is truly magical!
The soundtrack of life washes over me. Rusle of pages, footsteps in the hallway, clacking keys. The sounds echo and swirl before me. Later, “Speak Now,” “Long Story Short,” “Fearless,” My friend finds her peace in these songs, chants, raps! “Thug Story,” Taylor Swift. “Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince,” Taylor Swift “Red,” Taylor Swift, “ It’s Nice To Have A Friend,” Taylor Swift. One thing is always the same. Taylor Swift. Swiftie. TS. However you say it, the songs, too, add to my collage of noises. Songs, laughter, music, cussing. The bus’s honks, a snatch of german. My English teacher correcting my grammar, my spelling. I guess that’s why I like books. I can make it all quiet. Except for a chorus of my friend’s favorite song. Or, one of them. They change each week. My soundtrack is an ever changing soup made by a mad cook, adding, adding, adding. “Is it ever gonna be enough? Is it ever gonna be enough? Is it ever gonna be enough?”, and horns of “gold guns girls.” metric. A slamming door. The sounds of forced line dancing is P.E> The lecture in History. Another chorus of another song. Everything is a mixture. And it never really goes quiet. I can just pretend it does.
