Anchor chains, plane motors and train whistles.

But the ringing in the ears was the same.

And it goes Every man's death affected me, for I am involved in mankind, send not to ask for whom the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.

For Whom America s Bell Tolls

For Whom Syria Tolls

The Bell Tolls for India s Congress Party

Oh, how I love that choochoo sound

Door Buzzer Buzzing

Buzzing Continues

(HORSE WHINNYING IN DISTANCE)

At minute 12 I started to have ringing in my ears, and I started to feel my arm going numb.

(Chiming)

Bells

Tolling Continues

Birdsong, for example, is a sound which most people find reassuring.

Juan de Dios tolls the bell and Piripero sells another coffin.

Don't tune me out.

Here you are.

And the bells.

Her crossing the fragmented tiles, faltering at the step to the street, droning, not looking at me, Can you help me?

Then one o'clock.

Those outside America, especially in Asia, should regard the unstable state of the US macro economy with grave concern. As the seventeenth century poet John Donne put it, Ask not for whom the bell tolls it tolls for thee.

Bell Tolling nine, ten!

Here I created a contest called, When Office Supplies Attack, which, I think, really resonated with the working population.

I can hear them sing the sounds of the car alarms like they were songs of spring.

10 seconds.

But when the great calamity comes

So when the deafening Shout arrives,

And when the Blast shall sound,

Then when cometh the Deafening Cry

Then, when there comes As Sakhkhah (the Day of Resurrection's second blowing of Trumpet),

But when the Deafening Noise comes to pass.

But when the deafening cry shall be sounded

But when the Shout cometh

So when the deafening Cry comes

But, when the Blast comes,

But when there comes the Deafening Blast

When the trumpet sounds,

But when the deafening cry comes,

But when the deafening blast is sounded,

At length, when there comes the Deafening Noise,

He would have the sound coming through the resonators.

And let the kettle to the trumpet speak the trumpet to the canoneer without the cannons to the heavens, the heavens to earth!

I like these bells

And the bells in the steeple too