In the procession I should feel the crushing feet, the clashing discords, the ruthless hands and stifling breath. I could not hear the rhythm of the march.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
The Wedding March has a bit of a death march in it.
If you wish to draw off the people from a bad or wicked custom, you must beat up for a march; you must make an excitement, do something that everybody will notice.
For me the march was a labor - a labor of love - but I was busy handing out flyers for the National Association of Black Social Workers, so I really wasn't standing in the crowd listening and observing. I was busy.
The events of the day's march are now becoming so dreary and dispiriting that one longs to forget them when we camp; it is an effort even to record them in a diary.
At its best, American music is the soundtrack of our long - and often painful - march toward a more perfect union.
Take off your bedroom slippers. Put on your marching shoes,' he said, his voice rising as applause and cheers mounted. 'Shake it off. Stop complainin'. Stop grumblin'. Stop cryin'. We are going to press on. We have work to do.
To the solemn graves, near a lonely cemetery, my heart like a muffled drum is beating funeral marches.
The Wedding March always reminds me of the music played when soldiers go into battle.
The march is a way to get in celebration mode.
I'm tired of ignoring that I march to a different beat.