Music holds us and binds
realeases us and entreats us
in a crowd or alone
Music makes us feel alive
we use it to unite bride and groom
or lower the dead into the gloom
music strums from the depths of space
or takes us into that little place
in solitary contemplation
or majority undulation
music speaks to the soul
makes us smile or cry
helps us say hello or goodbye
music is the suond of peace
or the beat of war
music is a power we dont understand
one thing music is never bland
music helps you sleep or hold back a weep
a guitar piano or even a gong
Music used to heal your ills
or used to justify who he kills
pure freedom is music
let it set you free upon the sea
I've always had this thought
I've always had this thought – that whatever music truly evokes us, lifting us to our higher selves... almost always fits into the same mathematical dimensions as our intellectual potholes, and is thereby the reason we are so compelled toward it – and by the same token, made complete by it.
Couldnt have said it better
Couldnt have said it better myself
The darkness outside is not so frightening as the one inside. Behind knowing smiles and crocodile tears we hide our fears.
Being angry at someone is to give them power over you, but to forgive is to take away that power.