How can we know the dancer from the dance?
The truest expression of a people is in its dance and in its music. Bodies never lie.
For twenty years programming languages have been steadily progressing toward their present condition of obesity; as a result, the study and invention of programming languages has lost much of its excitement. Instead, it is now the province of those who prefer to work with thick compendia of details rather than wrestle with new ideas. Discussions about programming languages often resemble medieval debates about the number of angels that can dance on the head of a pin instead of exciting contests between fundamentally differing concepts. Many creative computer scientists have retreated from inventing languages to inventing tools for describing them. Unfortunately, they have been largely content to apply their elegant new tools to studying the warts and moles of existing languages.
Most of the time you're playing the crazy girl or the stripper - always the stripper! I mean, how many strippers can I play. I can do a lap dance phenomenally, and that's not a good sign, because I'm not a stripper.
I have no desire to prove anything by it. I have never used it as an outlet or a means of expressing myself. I just dance.
I believe that dance came from the people and that it should always be delivered back to the people.
It will be readily admitted that brown tints have never coursed beneath our skin; it will be discovered that yellow shines forth in our flesh, that red blazes, and that green, blue and violet dance upon it with untold charms, voluptuous and caressing.
There's something 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained
There's a glow off the pavement, you walk me to the car
And you know I wanna ask you to dance right there
In the middle of the parking lot, yeah
Life isn't how to survive the storm, it's about how to dance in the rain.
With you, I'd dance
In a storm, in my best dress
Im so far ahead, I got to save the last dance.
Life isn't about how to survive the storm, but it's about how to dance in the rain.
There's somethin' 'bout the way the street looks when it's just rained. There's a glow of the pavement. You walk me to the car and you know I wanna ask you to dance right there in the middle of the parking lot. Yeah.
There's something about the way the street looks when it's just rained,
there's a glow on the pavement,
you walk me to the car,
and you know i wanna ask you to dance right there,
in the middle of the parking lot, yeah
On a burning bridge, your options are minimal at best Depending on where you're standing And how much breath is in your chest If it came down to it Would you high-tail home and hide? Or dance on fire and enjoy the ride?