Vous tabassez des boucs avec une batte ! 😂Où aller chercher ça ?

Mr. Max Steiner wrote this. He was a genius. He is immortal.

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Très belle chanson j'aime trop Gérard blanc super 🎉🎉🎉🎉🎉

Оригинал - шедевр. Единственная версия с той самой настоящей атмосферой, никакие каверы и ремиксы и рядом не валялись.

Genial 👍

This is more mature and less cutesy-sounding than the Percy Faith version, in my opinion. I think it's superior.

The most poignant moment in the movie 🖤

le texte, le jeu parfait de poelvoorde , l'amateurisme de l'autre..la folie..

Thank u

just watched the movie on hbo(max), there is no unicorn...

Great editing BTW my fav scene One of those moments you wish you could exist/Live in for an eternity

Ohhh I have so many names......

Good song

This is an interesting version of the song, a little bit different from the one in the movie. I don't know which I like better. Thank you for posting. It's such a great song that went with such a wonderful movie. Let the cares of the world float away.

Magick look within

Culte !

I just wanted to know what Chloe from “life is strange” was talking about

Шикарный минус

Great song. Great scene.

Hey Mr. Music You sure sound good to me I can't refuse it What have we got to be Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free I got my own In the promise land But I feel at home Can you understand? Until the road is rocky Sure feels good to me And if you're lucky Together we'd always be I will ride it The sun is risin' The sun is risin' I will ride it I will ride it I will ride it I will ride it Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Hey Mr. Music You sure sound good to me I can't refuse it What have we got to be Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free I got my own In the promise land I feel at home Can you understand? Until the road is rock Sure feels good to me If I'm lucky Together we'd always be I will ride it The sun is risin' The sun is risin' Moon is risin' I will ride it I will ride it I will ride it I will ride it Until the road is rocky Sure feels good to me And if I'm lucky Together we'd always be I will ride it Rainbow country Rainbow yountry Rainbow country (rainbow country) The Sun is risin' Sun is risin' Moon is risin' Sun is risin' Sun is risin' Sun is a risin' Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Rainbow country Sayin', hey Mr. Music Sure sound good to me I can't refuse it 'Cause, what have we got to be? Feel like dancing Dance 'cause we are free Got my own In the promise land Feel at home Can you understand? Until the road is rocks Sure feels good to me And if I'm lucky Together we'd always be Rainbow country Rainbow country

I played this on Soul much soul radio!

amazing <3

Wish this was on Spotify

The future has already happened

Is beautiful ❤❤😊

Superbe musique et ambiance!

Merci

Amazing music.Thank you for sharing.

Cobra... Otra cosa.

El arrepentimiento es una palabra creada léxica y lingüísticamente por el hombre que no posee dimensión. Inicia como esta pieza musical, se siente como una saeta invisible en el medio de tu pecho, pero no ves nada, aún así ahí está. Un agujero enorme que lo perfora. Eventualmente crece con los años, no hay nada que puedas hacer. Incluso si fuéreis escéptico, te encuentras recorriendo pasajes teológicos sin darte cuenta. Te acostumbras al dolor, pero no terminas de aprender a vivir con él. Entonces un día ves en las cosas simples lo hermoso de la vida y te lleva a ese amor que un día traicionaste. Es terrible y fantástico al mismo tiempo. El cielo y el infierno. Una tesmpestad y una paz. Miras al cielo y la ves en la luz del sol. Agachas la cabeza y su recuerdo desciende como 20 azotes. Entiendes que no es un recuerdo, es algo más. Porque un recuerdo es estático. Es algo incomparablemente más profundo, casi tanto que quedas marcado de por vida. El caos y el orden. Su estandarte irá contigo siempre. No lo llevas, simplemente se quedo a vivir contigo. El recuerdo eres tú mismo. Recuerdas el día que la abrazaste y te sobraba todo. Ser millonario es que te sobre todo menos Ella. Perderla es perder un tesoro incalculable. Traicionarla fue traicionarte a ti mismo. Recoges su flor y te encuentras 999 pedazos, y el número 1000 se queda habitando en ti, que no eres tú mismo, es un alma compartida, la de los 2. No puedes escapar, sólo hacer las paces son ese fantasma, con ese ángel todas las noches y todos los días.

just got my shit detained by a 25 year old kid cop in a forgotten armpit of a VILLAGE in the bad part of Romania. Sunday mornin 140 km\h in a 30 km\h zone while passing by 5 cars. THEY WERE INCOGNITO bruh in a 2006 seat leon. like , bruuuuuuuuuuh@!@ i`m such a fish @!#!#@!

When I was an student of the Italian language in the nineties I was about to read that book that I got in my country for the equivalent of 5 dollars, but I never found the time to finish reading it. I found it now that I was cleaning and just to see what happened I decided to type the name.... SUCH A SURPRISE.

xd

The B-side is “Part 2” which is the exact same recording.

...DMT, DMT, DMT, DMT, do dee do DMT, LSD do DMT, LSD do DMT...

There was a very strange feature in this case, strange because of its extremely rare occurrence. This man had once been brought to the scaffold in company with several others, and had had the sentence of death by shooting passed upon him for some political crime. Twenty minutes later he had been reprieved and some other punishment substituted; but the interval between the two sentences, twenty minutes, or at least a quarter of an hour, had been passed in the certainty that within a few minutes he must die. I was very anxious to hear him speak of his impressions during that dreadful time, and I several times inquired of him as to what he thought and felt. He remembered everything with the most accurate and extraordinary distinctness, and declared that he would never forget a single iota of the experience. ‘About twenty paces from the scaffold, where he had stood to hear the sentence, were three posts, fixed in the ground, to which to fasten the criminals (of whom there were several). The first three criminals were taken to the posts, dressed in long white tunics, with white caps drawn over their faces, so that they could not see the rifles pointed at them. Then a group of soldiers took their stand opposite to each post. My friend was the eighth on the list, and therefore he would have been among the third lot to go up. A priest went about among them with a cross: and there was about five minutes of time left for him to live. ‘He said that those five minutes seemed to him to be a most interminable period, an enormous wealth of time; he seemed to be living, in these minutes, so many lives that there was no need as yet to think of that last moment, so that he made several arrangements, dividing up the time into portions-one for saying farewell to his companions, two minutes for that; then a couple more for thinking over his own life and career and all about himself; and another minute for a last look around. He remembered having divided his time like this quite well. While saying good- bye to his friends he recollected asking one of them some very usual everyday question, and being much interested in the answer. Then having bade farewell, he embarked upon those two minutes which he had allotted to looking into himself; he knew beforehand what he was going to think about. He wished to put it to himself as quickly and clearly as possible, that here was he, a living, thinking man, and that in three minutes he would be nobody; or if somebody or something, then what and where? He thought he would decide this question once for all in these last three minutes. A little way off there stood a church, and its gilded spire glittered in the sun. He remembered staring stubbornly at this spire, and at the rays of light sparkling from it. He could not tear his eyes from these rays of light; he got the idea that these rays were his new nature, and that in three minutes he would become one of them, amalgamated somehow with them. ‘The repugnance to what must ensue almost immediately, and the uncertainty, were dreadful, he said; but worst of all was the idea, ‘What should I do if I were not to die now? What if I were to return to life again? What an eternity of days, and all mine! How I should grudge and count up every minute of it, so as to waste not a single instant!’ He said that this thought weighed so upon him and became such a terrible burden upon his brain that he could not bear it, and wished they would shoot him quickly and have done with it.’

God's mind is creating the entire fucking universe and you discover that that's you who's been doing it the whole time. It's utterly shocking and astounding. It's so astounding that you won't want to believe it because people have told you all it's egotistical to say that you're God. Only a narcissist would claim that he's God. You're imagining the entire fucking universe. What does that make you? That makes you God. Reality is pure imagination. Tada.

Men detta är spelet "SAMSARA" spelar,Och jag är bara glad att jag får vara med i den processen

SAMSARA is a madman who sits on the shore, morphs into a flamingo, and flys off into the sunset without a care in the world. SAMSARA is a colorful flower blooming out of a pile of shit.

När jag såg den där filmen kände jag mig som pojken i sagan som färdas till en annan värld och sedan återvänder, för att finna att alltsammans var en dröm, tills han känner efter i fickan och finner en handfull sand.

Had this one stuck in my head today

always best ..with good volume

Cobra Space Pirate

That high note the first singer hits is perfect 👌…. Then immediately followed up with the orchestra and choir-like singing.. then in finale the first singer’s individual voice. Perfection

Grace ... Kelly. 4.bp.blogspot.com/-j4zHY5irIWk/Vs0ZzsXw_wI/AAAAAAAALw8/7_DQ0Iw38eo/s1600/high-noon-grace-kelly.jpg

Superb rendition of a romantic melody to reveal a desire within oneself towards a dearest one

Uma voz de castrati!