There’s always music playing in the air everywhere
Everything you hear
Listen closely
Music in the air
Sometimes it’s the snare and drone of the machine
Sometimes it’s the song of the wind
Or of the air
Or of a machine somewhere
Music always in the air
You have to stop and hear
Music in the air
Music everywhere
No matter where you are
You can hear it
Because music is in the air
Everywhere
Listen
Know thyself. Life is a moving dance connected by a thread to every musical note ever created. On every island are hidden treasures. And for every hidden treasure found musical notes will inspire you to dance. So dance often.
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I herald the trumpets
vibrating hills
tremble on mountains
rushing rivers and churning the seas
there is a better way
you don’t have to suffer
you don’t have to kill each other
then all i hear is silence
silence can be loud
silent can kill
rumbling herds of elephants echo from all directions
grasslands and valleys
they blow their trumpets for every ear to hear at any distance
each note loud
reverberating
angels and demons and wizards gather
I summoned the drummers
the trumpets keep coming
nothing to stop them
suddenly the sound of an
electric guitar
then all i hear is silence
silence can kill
there is a better way
.
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on the tattered street by the sidewalks of diversity
lies bare and broken the remnants of a civilization’s dream
discarded and no longer significant to the progress of the modern era.
the streets of silence howl with night, they feel the brittle fingers of the bite
………………………..of the lost entrails of the fading sun
they feel that comet on the run
like no longer dying
……………….but no longer fun.
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……………………..The bright illuminated headlights of the planets sun
………………………………………….shines above the city like a darkened plum
…………………….the skins of the city dirty come
………………….for a breadth of pleasure to fill their sum
……………….but the dreams of the mortals are not soon over run
………….for they savored bitter, sweetness of the silent one.
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…………………..broken and shattered you can hear them plea
……………….salvage the remnants or they’ll never see.
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……………………..and back on the street the wheels still roar
…………….as the fire of the sky above does burn
………………………..so the wheel of the killer still does turn
…………..as the remnant on the street feels the rubber pound
……so the motor and the earth felt the burning ground.
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………………………….bells ring souls sing
……..and the remnant and the sky didn’t hear a sound
…………………..they were happy for the silence
……………………………………in a dream
……………………………………….they found.
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fj llorente – Texas Max King – circa 1996
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