Lyrics to Piano Man by Billy Joel It’s nine o’clock on a Saturday The regular crowd shuffles in There’s an old man sitting next to me Makin’ love to his tonic and gin He says, “Son, can you play me a memory I’m not really sure how it goes But it’s sad and it’s sweet … Continue reading Storytelling: Piano Man by Billy Joel
Metaphor(0:22)¨I’m bleeding out so if the last thing that I do is bring you down I‘ll bleed out for you¨ Explanation: This lyric is similar to many other that this band writes in the way that, it shows how they feel not whats actually happening. The singer is basically saying that he was in a … Continue reading Music Appreciation: Imagery : Imagine Dragons Bleeding Out
Lately I finished the book Divergent by Veronica Roth in 2011. Veronica Roth is a best selling author. She got the idea for Divergent while writing a tweet about her dogs. She got the idea because he was thinking about when she was choosing colleges and she wanted to show younger teens how hard the … Continue reading Letter Essay #8 Divergent
A few weeks ago I finished Cover-Up by John Feinstein a 298 page relistic fiction. This is the first time I read one of John Feinstein’s books. But I like to read sports books. John Feinstein’s dad was the first executive owner of the Kennedy center. His dad was an opera singer and would always … Continue reading Robbie B.’s Letter Essay #5: Cover-Up
The woods couldn’t Have been more peaceful as my feet dangled 20 feet off the ground. Just imagine a 8 year old boy that is petrified of heights 20 feet off the ground. 25 minutes earlier, I was on the ground staring up at a sleeping giant. “That thing never ends. How do you … Continue reading Branches to Heaven
I read the book The Little Prince is a 83 page classic book by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry. A french fighter pilot in World War 2 who was shot down by one of his many fans. The man who shot him down was deeply saddened when he was told that he shot down one of his … Continue reading Robbie’s Letter Essay #3: The Little Prince
I`m from the fresh cut grass diving and playing like we are in the army in some far off country. “What are you fighting Robbie?” would be my Moms constant question while she would be calling me in to eat. I’m from throwing a football and running from my Dad as he tries to … Continue reading Robbie, Where Are You From?