Folklore Lyrics Quotes

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

i was so ahead of the curve, the curve became a sphere. fell behind all my classmates, and I ended up here

You drew stars around my scars But now I'm bleedin

one single thread of gold tied me to you

one tiny thread of gold tied me to you

Every real American story begins in innocence and never stopes mourning the loss of it. The banishment from Eden is our one great tale...it is the single stunning fact in our literature, in our folklore, in our history and in the lyrics of our popular songs.

Do provocative stories tell us what it means to be human? Do spine-tingling stories assist us to comprehend what it takes to make our way in an amorphous world littered with anarchy and despair? Is a collection of stories a cognitive effort to draw out conceptual insight and hand down derived wisdom? Is storytelling a therapeutic modality? Does the structural mechanics of folktales, short stories, and novels serve as a storehouse of useful information, or does their precision gadgetry provide for an interactive interface to wring more awareness out of human experience? How does the amorous meandering of a conscientious voice wending its way through beloved stories help us perform our own romantic shape making? Can reading and writing along with telling our personal stories with lyrical realism actually burn new neural routes through the brain? Can merely sharing bands of thought waves connect the reader to the writer, and connect the speaker to the listener?