Post by donq on Aug 5, 2018 5:23:09 GMT
I already mentioned about this on another thread. This was from a Comedy TV series, Barry. A hit man from the Midwest moves to Los Angeles and gets caught up in the city's theatre arts scene. I didn't know why I was so moved about this scene. Maybe because it was supposed to be just a comedy but it did something so great?
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
P.S. I know this is not music. Sorry. Butas for me it's some kind of spiritual music anyway.
There would have been a time for such a word.
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
P.S. I know this is not music. Sorry. Butas for me it's some kind of spiritual music anyway.
