1. an art of sound in time that expresses ideas and emotions in significant forms through the elements of rhythm, melody, harmony, and color.

2. the tones or sounds employed, occurring in single line (melody) or multiple lines (harmony), and sounded or to be sounded by one or more voices or instruments, or both.

Music!

Blue Skies I was blue, just as blue as I could beEv'ry day was a cloudy day for meThen good luck came a-knocking at my doorSkies were gray but they're not gray anymoreBlue skiesSmiling at meNothing but blue skiesDo I seeBluebirdsSinging a songNothing but bluebirdsAll day longNever saw the sun shining so brightNever saw things going so rightNoticing the days hurrying byWhen you're in love, my how they flyBlue daysAll of them goneNothing but blue skiesFrom now on http://youtu.be/V7cPcEa4e8I

Brother Can You Spare A DimeThey used to tell me I was building a dream And so I followed the mob When there was earth to plow or guns to bear I was always there, right on the jobThey used to tell me I was building a dream With peace and glory ahead Why should I be standing in line Just waiting for bread?Once I built a railroad, I made it run Made it race against time Once I built a railroad, now it's done Brother, can you spare a dime?Once I built a tower up to the sun Brick and rivet and lime Once I built a tower, now it's done Brother, can you spare a dime? Once in khaki suits, gee, we looked swell Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum Half a million boots went slogging through Hell And I was the kid with the drum http://youtu.be/0I8-CbJYGMA

Say, don't you remember? They called me 'Al' It was 'Al' all the time Why don't you remember? I'm your pal Say buddy, can you spare a dime?Once in khaki suits, ah, gee, we looked swell Full of that Yankee Doodly Dum Half a million boots went slogging through Hell And I was the kid with the drumOh, say, don't you remember? They called me 'Al' It was 'Al' all the time Say, don't you remember? I'm your pal Buddy, can you spare a dime?

Detroit MoanDetroit's a cold, cold place, and I ain't got a dime to my nameDetroit's a cold, hard place, and I ain't got a dime to my nameI would go the poorhouse, but Lord you know I'm ashamed

I been walkin' Hastings Street, nobody seems to treat me rightI've been walkin' Hastings Street, nobody seems to treat me rightI can make it in the daytime, but Lord these cold cold nights

Well I'm tired of eatin' chili, and I can't eat beans no moreYes I'm tired of eatin' chili, and I can't eat beans no morePeople'll hurt my feelings, Lord from door to door

I got to leave Detroit, if I have to flag number ninety-fourI'm gonna leave Detroit, if I have to flag number ninety-fourAnd if I ever get back home, I ain't never comin' to Detroit no more

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With Plenty of Money and YouWell, baby, what I couldn't do With plenty of money and you. In spite of the worry that money brings. Just a little filthy looker buys a lot of things. And I could take you to places that you would like to go. But outside of that, I've no use for dough. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny With plenty of money and you. It's the root of all evil, Of strife and upheaval. But I'm certain, honey, that life would be sunny With plenty of money and you.

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