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"Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life."~Berthold Auerbach, “Play always as if in the presence of a master.” ― Robert Schumann, Black Keys and Nuit Blanche, linguaggio Dei Segni, Michael Nyman, sie ihn vermisst, Teneramente, Zeitmaß
A beautiful piece composed by Michael Nyman for the film, The Piano. This version is performed by someone found randomly, Mark Fowler, I was drawn to the soft ease of his style.
I stumbled across the following verse shortly afterwards, and feel it fits perfectly.
‘There is in souls a sympathy with sounds:
And as the mind is pitched the ear is pleased
With melting airs, or martial, brisk or grave;
Some chord in unison with what we hear
Is touched within us, and the heart replies.’
~William Cowper
Esme's Cloud 
Perfect for my wretched toothache! A mood changer
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I’m pleased to hear it. It was based upon an old Scottish song, so try throwing a highland fling into your day, it might ease the troubling tooth, but probably not so much as a dentist – laughs.
sonmi u.t.C
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Vodka. Vodka sorts toothache. My dentist told me so, it must be true. Or, my dentist told me, so it must be true.
It is actually. We have a bottle of Smirnoff Blue in the medicinal cupboard. Swirled not swallowed 😉
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If it’s vodka – I’m swallowing.
Probably.
And alcohol is a painkiller of sorts for sure, so I’d say to take your advice, and mine too, swirl away whilst listening to the music. nods
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At 7am, swallowing every two or three hours may not be the brightest idea.
Doesn’t have to be vodka, just high proof. I passed this on in my Facebook days, and two desperate people took the advice after evil strong painkillers failed.
What was interesting was the lack of belief. And then, their glowing recommendations. Guaranteed. Strong alcohol kills toothache. Music optional on the cloud.
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I’ve just remembered something that happened when I was a twenty-something Cloud dancer – a friend of mine had terrible toothache, but really wanted to go out to a club that evening, because some friends of ours were over from abroad. So he kept drinking neat vodka to kill the pain and ended up on my sofa so hammered that he couldn’t move, just grin oddly. Being kind friends, we piled up fruit and vegetables upon him (I liked the Carmen Miranda effect best), in dodgy arrangements, whilst he, incapable of movement it seemed, growled that he would kill us all when he sobered up and knew who he was. I held a mirror up so he could see himself, and he managed to pick up a large carrot angrily, put it in his mouth and bite it hard. Having completely forgotten about the toothache. The scream could mostly be heard by dogs, but also had the neighbours banging on the walls ’twas so loud.
So yes, swill not swallow is the moral of the tale.
Ahem.
s.u.t.C
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I’m not the type to say I told you so …
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As if.
Hahahahaha
s.u.t.Cloud
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