stairway

Hundreds more stood in a line that extended down a stairway to the floor below.

Would you consider Stairway to Heaven to be poetry when read without the music?

The biggest deterrent I have is living in a fenced in apartment building accessible via a narrow, steep hillside stairway.

Tell me one single group that is better than Queen, one single singer better than Syd Barrett, one single song better than Stairway to Heaven.

Many of the giants of rock, like Led Zeppelin, did their classics (like Stairway to Heaven, the loud part) with low-wattage (like 1W or 5W) tube amps.

Stuff that works: instrumental trance, chants (like Benedictine Monks), good guitar rock (Free Bird, Stairway to Heaven, Little Wing).

The font and shepherd in the first frame are alluding to Stairway to Heaven, and the sign in the last frame has the 4 symbols from IV.

That said, some of my neighbors have kids, others love to talk in the stairway, and my upstairs neighbor drops small items on his floor frequently and at very odd hours.

Low-power electric motors lift spare counterweights continuously to replace energy either lost to friction or stairway descents or currently stored in people or objects that haven’t returned back down to street level.

I'm having more trouble coming up with recommendations for classical fans who don't think they could like metal, though Stairway to Heaven, if you've really never heard it (?!), would be a fine place to start.

Back when I was at Columbia I once tried to walk into the Columbia University Computer Center stairway across from the gym thinking it was a computer lab, and some surly old lady got super pissed at me.

It's more akin to every bridge engineer not bothering with materials science or integral calculus because they know how to throw a bunch of trusses together than it is akin to every hipster on the planet learning to play Stairway to Heaven.

My parents, for instance, would recognize the latter but if you played "Stairway" for them -- puzzled looks.

You also have to pay them if you have a karaoke night or if you have some guy beating "Stairway to Heaven out of an old guitar.

Just swallow your pride, play "Stairway to Heaven"[1] at the wedding, and pretend you've never had crazy eyes when talking about homoiconicity, and the rent will be paid.

I think that far fewer people would recognize "Stairway" than would recognize, say, "Stayin' Alive".