Quote by Bob Marley
My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die. -

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die. – Bob Marley

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Every time I plant a seed, He say kill it before it grow, he say kill it before they grow. – Bob Marley

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Time
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Life is one big road with lots of signs. So when you riding through the ruts, dont complicate your mind. Flee from hate, mischief and jealousy. Dont bury your thoughts, put your vision to reality. Wake Up and Live! – Bob Marley

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Jealousy
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The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly… music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees. – Andres Segovia

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In middle school, I really didnt have music, but in high school, I remember taking a lot of choir and drama. – Adam Lambert

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We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dream. – Arthur OShaughnessy

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When I grew up, what was interesting for me was that music was color and life was gray. So music for me has always been more than entertainment. – Pete Townshend

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I hate birthdays. I hate birthday parties. I hate them. I dont know what it is, anybodys only got to come wafting near me with a piece of cake with a candle on and I break out in hives. – Cat Deeley

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