Where am I? I don't know. Drunk on pain and memories alone. But it's better this way. No one has to feel my pain. My brain tells me to endure it. To live through it. But I sway every day. I'm just trying to get by. I pass by unknown. Feeling so alone. I am prone to my past. That no one knows. I think by now I've outgrown all of my little girl's clothes. I condone. I shed my crumbling shell. I am still unknown as I walk the streets alone.

The art movement of the 1960s relies on perceptual anomalies of the human eye to create dynamic effects

In 5 short paragraphs, describe the attributes of the musical selection, according to the following critical criteria: 1. recognize and describe: at least one example of each of the following musical elements : rhythm, tempo, melody, harmony, timbre, texture, and form that are present in this particular composition, using specific musical terms learnt in the course and descriptive adjectives. examples of descriptive adjectives might include: a "menacing" melody, "triumphant" dynamics, or a "racing" tempo. use your imagination! 2. develop: a conclusion about what the composer was trying to represent. [might a "racing" tempo represent an attempt to escape from danger or dancing at a celebration? ] 3. interpret: the composition's emotional value, using language that describes emotional states. does the music express joy, fear, pleasure, optimism, sadness? 4. evaluate: the composition's creative quality: what makes this composition a valuable work of art? 5. analyze: its personal effect on you. how does this work express aspects of the human condition? does the music suggest a philosophy for living?

On a dark desert highway, cool wind in my hair warm smell of colitas, rising up through the air up ahead in the distance, i saw a shimmering light my head grew heavy and my sight grew dim i had to stop for the night. there she stood in the doorway; i heard the mission bell and i was thinking to myself 'this could be heaven or this could be hell' then she lit up a candle and she showed me the way there were voices down the corridor, i thought i heard them say welcome to the hotel california such a lovely place (such a lovely place) such a lovely face. plenty of room at the hotel california any time of year (any time of year) you can find it here her mind is tiffany-twisted, she got the mercedes bends she got a lot of pretty, pretty boys, that she calls friends how they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat some dance to remember, some dance to forget so i called up the captain, ' bring me my wine' he said, 'we haven't had that spirit here since nineteen sixty-nine' and still those voices are calling from far away, wake you up in the middle of the night just to hear them say" welcome to the hotel california such a lovely place (such a lovely place) such a lovely face. they livin' it up at the hotel california what a nice surprise (what a nice surprise), bring your alibis mirrors on the ceiling, the pink champagne on ice and she said, 'we are all just prisoners here, of our own device' and in the master's chambers, they gathered for the feast they stab it with their steely knives, but they just can't kill the beast last thing i remember, i was running for the door i had to find the passage back to the place i was before 'relax' said the night man, 'we are programmed to receive. you can check out any time you like, but you can never leave! '