Sounds like Kingdom Hearts To Our Surprise and Monstrous Monstro

Watched the movie, fell madly in love with this and Martin Sheen. Unfortunately, I realized the movie was much older than me and so is Martin Sheen. But I still love this.

2:14

1:57😊❤

Em 2024 eu ouvindo essas maravilhas de músicas e fazendo uma viagem no tempo, me sentindo nos tempos da realeza.

Why worst original song 🏆

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True Romance

FYI this cover wasn't used in the movie. The original CCR version was.

Estaba muy de moda en mis tiempos

I simultaneously want a remake and do not want a remake

Ya no recuerdo cuantas veces he escuchado esa maravilla de Rossini. Me emociono al escucharla.

casilla 52, flequi !!

Esta musica la escuche en el maravilloso mundo de gumball y es cine 🗿👏

Revivan la música

Yo cuando me limpio el qlo y el papel sale sin kk

Elsewhere outside the hotel resort...

This guy crushed it with CHiPs and then this!

Esto me trae recuerdos de un conejo haciendo ensalada de frutas en la cabeza de un cazador calvo

Obra maestra.

No sé si conozco esta pieza musical por Bugs Bunny o el programa mexicano de Televisa "Cámara infraganti" de los años 80s y 90s con Óscar Cadena.

La música que suena en mi cabeza cuando me visto elegante:

"Bro is she even pretty?" How she looks: 0:11

Rossini fue amigo de Nuestro querido San Martin, se conocieron en Francia y desde ahí siempre se mandaron cartas y fueron muy amigos!!

STILL LISTENING TO THIS COOL ASS SONG.

THERE'S AN TOM AND GERRY 😖🤣🤣

Absolute masterpiece. American werewolf was pioneering and way ahead of its time.

Que chulada❤❤❤ . Sierro los ojos y estoy viendo há henmer corretiando bugsbunny🤩😍🤩

Y entonces le dije al Duque Sir Arthur de Lomasturbas que no había más oro jojojojo

‏‪1:58‬‏ It took me back to the past😢

Magnífico canal que además de música excelente nos ofrece la historia de su creador y su tiempo❤

Si queremos que nuestro cerebro nos acompañe siempre sano alimentmoslo con conocimiento y música selecta

De esta obra de arte al TRAP, toda una decadencia.

Jon Anderson is a very great artist, but that's not why we love him. Boring, simple pop music, manipulated vocals.

痺れる🎉

Leyendo su partitura, pide moderación y gracia desde su comienzo.

Yo vine por curiosidad de lo que dijo Kiko. Pensé que era una danza tradicional de mexico😅

(Terminada la música)... Ñeee... siguiente.....

Did they make a video of this song

Béla Bartok é música além da música!

Yo sigo pensando que el oso plateado mexicano si se extinguio

Ah la vieja Warner hogar de Dimitris en cautiverio

Finding Forrester

Su desayuno, señor...!

“Thank you, boys. Thank you.” No, thank YOU, Mr. Williams, for all of the laughs that made my childhood. Rest in Peace.

o captain my captain. It has been 10 years you left us, Robin. I still missing you...... by bigpoohpooh 12/8/2024 2350 (hkt)

There was something about the way he combined these sounds that produces an earie quality unlike anything else.

We know this is the main theme to Terence Mallick's extraordinary film Badlands. Obviously, that has coloured my feelings around this music. I don't know much about music. To me, this speaks to the terrific joy of youthful romance and dangerous inevitably wonderful sexual attraction. Innocence and experience. I apologise and may rethink my reductive gendering here, but I feel the somewhat childlike glockenspiel theme - feminine, innocent, intelligent, yearning - melds with the timpani of male imperative - bold, unexpected, daring, dangerous, foolish. They do meld, and weave a piece of beautiful music. I don't know much about music. I know a little about romance. It reminds me of the passage in Das Glasperlenspiel: "Tito looked eagerly toward the dark crest of the mountain, behind which the sky pulsed in the morning light. Now a fragment of the rocky ridge flashed violently like a glowing metal beginning to melt. The crest blurred and seemed suddenly lower, as if it were melting down, and from the fiery gap the dazzling sun appeared. Simultaneously, the ground, the house, and their shore of the lake were illuminated, and the two, standing in the strong radiance, instantly felt the delightful warmth of this light. The boy, filled with the solemn beauty of the moment and the glorious sensation of his youth and strength, stretched his limbs with rhythmic arm movements, which his whole body soon took up, celebrating the break of day in an enthusiastic dance and expressing his deep oneness with the surging, radiant elements. His steps flew in joyous homage toward the victorious sun and reverently retreated from it; his outspread arms embraced mountain, lake, and sky; kneeling, he seemed to pay tribute to the earth mother, and extending his hands, to the waters of the lake; he offered himself, his youth, his freedom, his burning sense of his own life, like a festive sacrifice to the powers. The sunlight gleamed on his tanned shoulders; his eyes were half-closed to the dazzle; his young face stared masklike with an expression of inspired, almost fanatical gravity. __ The Magister, too, was overpowered by the solemn spectacle of dawn breaking in this silent, rocky solitude. But he was even more fascinated by the human spectacle taking place before his eyes, this ceremonial dance performed by his pupil to welcome the morning and the sun. The dance elevated this moody, immature youth, conferring upon him a priestly solemnity, suddenly in a single moment irradiating and revealing to the onlooker his deepest and noblest tendencies, gifts, and destinies just as the appearance of the sun opened and illuminated this cold, gloomy mountain dale. In this moment the young man seemed to him stronger and more impressive than he had hitherto thought, but also harder, more inaccessible, more remote from culture, more pagan. This ceremonial and sacrificial dance under the sign of Pan meant more than young Plinio's speeches and versemaking ever had; it raised the boy several stages higher, but also made him seem more alien, more elusive, less obedient to any summons. __ The boy himself was in the grip of his impulse, without knowing what was happening to him. He was not performing a dance he already knew, a dance he had practised before. This was no familiar rite of celebrating sun and morning that he had long ago invented. Only later would he realize that his dance and his transported state in general were only partly caused by the mountain air, the sun, the dawn, his sense of freedom. They were also a response to the change awaiting him, the new chapter in his young life that had come in the friendly and awe-inspiring form of the Magister. In that morning hour many elements conspired in the soul of young Tito to shape his destiny and distinguish this hour above a thousand others as a high, a festive, a consecrated time. Without knowing what he was doing, asking no questions, he obeyed the command of this ecstatic moment, danced his worship, prayed to the sun, professed with devout movements and gestures his joy, his faith in life, his piety and reverence, both proudly and submissively offered up in the dance his devout soul as a sacrifice to the sun and the gods, and no less to the man he admired and feared, the sage and musician, the Master of the magic Game who had come to him from mysterious realms, his future teacher and friend."

This is my childhood, even I was born in '97. This is why Asterix is so cool!

A moment of silence for the people who couldn’t find this…