Flowing
"Flowing" is a song by the group 311. It first appeared on the 1999 album Soundsystem and was released as the second single from the album. It was included on 311's Greatest Hits '93-'03 album in 2004.
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More definitions of "flowing":
- (adj): Moving smoothly and continuously.
Example: "Crowds flowing through the canyons of the streets"
Synonyms: streaming
- (noun): The motion characteristic of fluids (liquids or gases).
Synonyms: flow
- (adj): (of liquids) moving freely.
Example: "A flowing brook"
Synonyms: streaming
- (adj): (of water) rising to the surface under internal hydrostatic pressure.
Synonyms: artesian
Famous quotes containing the word flowing:
“But even suppose blood should flow. Is there not a sort of blood shed when the conscience is wounded? Through this wound a man’s real manhood and immortality flow out, and he bleeds to an everlasting death. I see this blood flowing now.”
—Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862)
“The mighty river flowing dark and deep,
With ebb and flood from the remote sea-tides
Vague-sounding through the City’s sleepless sleep,
Is named the River of the Suicides;”
—James Thomson (1834–1882)
“The soul knows only the soul; the web of events is the flowing robe in which she is clothed.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803–1882)