This song is special because when my children were little, my Mother, my Granny and my sisters(2) would all load up in the station wagon and my

Truck on the 4th of July and pick a good spot to

watch the fireworks that evening.

I came from a small town suburb of

Oklahoma City.

To me it was like Mayberry R.F.D.

The fireworks were just the icing on the cake of that day, because that day always starts at 7:30 am IF you want a good spot to watch the parade in downtown that starts at 10:00am.

Then after the parade there's a big shindig over in

the city park "A FUN FESTIVAL" they call it.

They have all kinds of food and crafty booths.

When it gets too hot, (and it do get to hot!) we go home cool off take a nap, and get the cooler ready for the evenin.

We always parked a mile away as a crow flies from where they shot the fireworks.

Best seats were in the bed of my truck.

As they started to shoot the fireworks, I'd play this song because I knew this time wasn't going to last. My children were growing up, my folks were getting older, so this song helped me savor every second of those few fleeting summer moments.

D.Boyle

So to capture that play this while watching home videos of people watching the fireworks on the 4th of July.

One of my favorite song/video combinations to help center myself is Tool's "Right in Two." Occasionally, I will seclude myself in my gaming room, turn on the surround sound, take a hit, and relax while watching the video on repeat (YouTube video that's a 1080p cartoon posted by moshspaggeti). The song/video bring out a ton of emotions I have regarding my past in the military. After leaving combat I couldn't help but be disgusted at both myself, and the shear evil I witnessed from all parties involved. It never made sense to me, we have enough resources to become and maintain an egalitarian society. Unfortunately, Man has and will always kill man over "pieces of the ground," religion, and money due to socioeconomic pressures. I'm no Marxist, but I do wish that there could be an end to war. I've seen it firsthand and it's fucking stupid.

I would love your suggestions on a song, a song that brings back a specific memory/taste/state of mind/age/feeling, you name it, play it and send the link to me, I will respect all your specifications as to where I should play it, how, using what technology or plugins you may find fit, and I can record the video for you, and you can play it back. Why? It's how we could connect.

I promise not to sing over it, not to perform it in any way, other than presenting you with the context I have looped it back.

So I would enjoy the details: what you were wearing, how many persons there were in your specific memory that the suggested song brings back to you..should I wear headphones while listening to it? or go somewhere in the woods, to hear it as a background? In that moment that you relive through the song indicated, did you hear the music as background or as an orchestra waiting for you to act? I know this might sound pathetic, but it's the stories that the song generates that makes it valuable.. relateble..linked.

I would like your Director's suggestions as to reenact it. From your point of view. Or justt relive it to relieve.. and turn maybe a sad break-up song (regardless of it's style, genre and lyrics, or mood inflicted:happy/sad) into tranquility. Thank you. Please tag me. I wanted to launch this challenge in his portal, but it will also be on Prose I guess. I'm new here, sorry for the long description. Thank you for your suggestions.

I am a Theatre Directing Graduate from Bucharest, currently working in the IT Recruiting Industry, looking for "new opportunities" to perform following the convention of the Theatre Labyrinth in respect of The Republic of Imagination. Shall some of you like to join the project this challenge was launched for, please contact me in private. 

I gave you my all

I gave you my soul

Until there was nothing left to give

I sacrificed myself all for what

For you to go and stomp on my heart

And walk around with girls in your waist like you never even knew me

That's fine by me

But I'm a keep living

And when the hoes dump you

Don't come crying back to me

I'm a new person and you should of cared about the old me

This song by Watsky stirs nostalgic feelings universally, but for me it mostly strikes a chord regarding a trip I took. What I didn't expect was that I would be broken up with right before it. 

I was back in my childhood home, a small, quiet town in Arizona. It was strangely cloudy and I was sitting next to a saguaro that I had named Mr. Kung Fu as a child because I thought it looked like it was in the middle of a roundhouse kick. I was almost crying, almost not, and somewhere close to broken. It was a strange time. 

This is a song for the time in between, when emotions don't seem to quite be able to fill all of the empty space that life just is, so listen to it during that time. Preferably alone, maybe walking somewhere you normally aren't or while the weather is behaving strangely. Something that feels oddly hollow. 

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VCEsveSK5to

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A song that brings back specific memories for me is: Mozart's sonata for two pianos in D major. Search this on YouTube. First one that comes up.

I wasn't sure if it had to be a song with words or not. I actually wrote this story for another challenge once, but I never mentioned the name of the song.

When I was little, I was visiting my grandma's house. My dad and my sister had gone out to get stuff for dinner. So my grandma and I were alone. She got up and went to the piano room an I stayed in the living room working on a puzzle. I heard some fumbling and then I heard music. I walked into the piano room and listened the whole time my grandma played this song. The room was really sunny and the song was so pretty. This may seem weird but I thought that the song sounded like how yellow daisies look. I couldn't close my mouth the whole time and when she was done I just started crying. I cried for about 30 seconds then I smiled really big. I yelled right in her face that the song was pretty and I begged her to teach me how to play. (Yeah I was a weird kid) That was what inspired me to become a pianist. I'm still nowhere near as good as my grandma, though. I've tried playing the song but it didn't sound the same. I guess after you learn to play the piano, you have to learn the heart of it too.

When you listen to this song, be in a sunny room. Close your eyes and imagine a pink couch in a room with a big shiny piano filled with pretty flowers.

The sound of gentle raindrops ring as you hold me in your arms tonight.

Your arms protect me from the fear of being lost.

You comfort me in times of sorrow

Relax me in times of anxiousness.

Your song is a lullaby as I fall asleep.

The melody compliments the falling rain and brings back memories of us dancing.

We had our first kiss in the rain.

Built memories every time the sky turned grey.

This song brings heartache.

It was our song

A song that washed away

As the sun rose once more.