Music is so much more than sound
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Music is vibration.
And all that which lives vibrates:
Music is life.
All that which loves vibrates:
Music is love.
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History of a Banjo: From African Folk to Bluegrass
An African New World invention combining the best of both European and African elements, early banjos made their way across the ocean to an unwelcoming land. In their new home these musical machines unleashed an exotic power that soon became commonplace (ever heard Cotton-eye Joe?). In their transformation from crude tribal lutes to engines of a new folk culture, Banjos laid testament to the magical influence of music. Captors’ hearts were unwittingly captivated and legions of haters were defeated with song. Today the Banjo is relegated to halls of fame as this painful past is dusted under the rug of time and as new Banjo’s leave their mark in history.
Detailed information about the history of the Banjo here:
http://www.musicfolk.com/docs/Features/Feature_Banjo.htm
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The Linguist: Secret Garden of the Unspoken
A word
Ageing in my lips
Uttered softly
Carried by the wind
Across the world
Diffusing into every soul
And heart
Melting with remorse
That it was spoken
A secret broken
A gentle invitation
Into hanging gardens
On clouds surreal
Above the skies
A land where speech
Is not required
A place where words are chosen
Faithfully every year
Strawberry trees
Slowly grown
Slowly picked
Slowly savored
On silent banquets
For the deaf and dumb
Sprinkled across the skies
Like rain
Shared with all the ramblers
Let them ramble
A word
A gateway towards that paradise
Consumed by its existence
In watery mouths with chewing gum
Until it disappears
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Character: 97/100
To all the people that appreciate the power of words, the magic of speech and the gift of human interaction. To all the people that know when to speak and when not to.
The DJ: Electronic Symphony of Desires
A dubstep beat, just like our lives
It starts so simple
Then grows towards complexity
A mental map for our desires
An electronic symphony
That fuses with our day and age
To make some sense of all these blinking lights
Media bytes, web 2.0, my mobile phone
An age of digits, electric waterfalls
Dissected, rearranged
Mixed with perfection into a song
To think the music that we hear
Is made from the material of our lives
Recycled pulses in our brain
That is the genius of our craft
That whispers into embryos unborn
Don’t blame our modern art for being loud
The world is barking like a dog
So stuff your ears or face reality
And in my cage
My temple of disgust
Dusty tables spinning dubstep grooves
Slicing through the silence of this room
Between the rats and filthy beats
I learn to live
I do not need the riches of this world
And so I learn never to cling
In music I am born each day
To hell with everything
With music I am in control
A DJ is a king
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Character: 81/100 (We’re getting closer!)
The Party Animal: Fornication Nation
On disco floors
Blinking colored lights
Vintage glamour
Worn out edges on my Instamatic
In the nation of the night
Imagery does not abide by rules
And so the scene is akin to a dream
An orgy of desire in our minds
A masquerade of our emotions
A sexual frenzy covered up
Toned down by years of evolution
Modernized, commercialized
Served with champagne cocktails
Boasting breasts and silicon lies
We dance, we drink, we pop some pills
To fuse into the walls of shabby basements
To forget, as we evolve
We shed our daytime skin
And lose ourselves to rhythmic chants
Like ancient tribes in trance
Naked of our fears we dance
Pregnant with conviction towards the night
And all the promises it withholds
A ritual, a sacrifice by credit card
Swiped just like a guillotine
Cutting through our bank accounts
On alters of bottled sexuality
We journey through collective satisfaction
And bathe in fountains bursting with seduction
With all the electronics and the bling
This all may seem some sort of other thing
But truth be told,
Not that very much has changed
Beyond the tweets about the ruck
A creature tagged for profile pics
Is still a creature longing for a fuck
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Character: 57/100
The Popstar: Karaoke of Defeat
I sing for all of them to hear
But no one really seems to understand
A loving panther calling for her cubs
While the whole jungle sits aside in fear
As all the world is dancing to my beats
I’m scratching at my ears for it to stop
Deep down inside I feel so out of tune
But on the outside all I do is shine
Just like a supernova for a while
I blow their minds and afterwards implode
Into the catacombs of yesterday
Until the very reason I exist
Is for their smiles and cameras to stay
I’m born a perfect being that I know
But cursed with knowledge really seems to hurt
I cannot find the truth between the lines
And so my life is nothing but a song
It’s pleasant when you hear it for sometime
But I’m obliged to hear it on repeat
The karaoke of my own defeat
And everyday I run away
I curl inside my bathtub all alone
I let the water fall just like the rain
The paparazzi cannot find me here
My tears are hidden by the drops
My hair is wet
My fragile toes are feeling cold
The water plays its sweetest songs
A symphony of silent tears
I fall asleep
I wish the world could hear me now
Although I’m naked and exposed
Only the drops can make them see
Beyond the face of sexuality
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Character: 47/100
Dedicated to A. G.
The Sailor: A Song for Merry Times
to be sung when intoxicated
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Slices of ye heaven shine
Through that broken windowsill
The colors float inside, they do
A hue of glowing dust it is
Pouring with the rain indeed
I soak my feet in water’s salt
My wounds are drowned in drunken pain
And I am free to glide in thought
My woman’s arse and candy canes!
I lick’em both and don’t get caught!
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Our aspirations large at heart
The wind decides our chartered course
And all the sailors
Hungered by the days at sea
Would like to feast on my lady
Well help yourselves my mates at sea!
I’ll whack your heads and bury thee!
As we set sail on giant ships!
Oh giant ships as we set sail!
Why some of us they stand and wait
For fate to make its darning mark
A storm so strong
It tears our souls
Our boat into a million pieces made
Each one of us holds on to something dear
My friend a picture of his wife and son
But as for me
A pint of rum
If I’m to die this day then let me part
With smiles on my face
Oi! and a happy heart!
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Character: 44/100
The Composer: Hopscotch
Let’s play around a bit
Shall we?
I’ll start to hum and you can follow
A gentle melody that takes us back
Towards those days
When everything was simple
A kiss, a smile, a flower
Planted beneath your pillow
No longer does the trick
And in this spirit
Pleasing my own mental state
Of nothingness, I’m afraid
Is by no means an attempt to become whole
Or better yet
Disenfranchised from the unforeseen
But rather more a rambling of creativity
That emanates from my deepest scores
Of eternal remorse and bigotry
And on these lines
My life is nothing but a symphony
Plucking at the tune for all to watch
Is not an easy task
Tweaking it to please their modern taste
Planting it with melody and chimes
My symphony and I are just so out of place
We’d rather play a hopscotch game with planets
Then sit here every night
Between the deaf and dumb
And in the skies where stars are dazzling
We jump from rock to rock
Giggling on the way at our own carelessness
To those we tread upon so recklessly
We shake worlds, lives, billions of people
But we still play and lightly tread along the path
In our own time
For our own reasons
And forevermore
The Rockstar: Kingdom of Magic Pills
Distorted sounds are slicing through the wind
On overdrive guitars have much to say
I speak distortedly, I yell, I cry
My melodies they screech
The mobs of people in a state of trance
My temple of emotions is complete
Throughout the concert I deliver more
I push myself beyond the kind unseen
I go to places that we hide away
I take my subjects with me on the way
And in that dark adventure we embrace
A hedonistic haze and bathe in flesh
When social boundaries have disappeared
What’s left in us is everything but fear
A mob so liberated it can perform
Its own distorted melodies, with its own strings
And as they pluck there way to ecstasy
The strings break from the shaft and they are free
Towards collectiveness that does transcend
The feeble boundaries of socialistic ends
In concert of the pleasures so to speak
The masses gather round in merriment
The sex the drugs the rock’n’roll
Mixed with the magic pills we take
Makes objects in a constant state of change
And as each morphs the night into their dreams
I die a little more from all the strain
I am a martyr of their hidden needs
Rock on!
With armies made of colored pills
I am the king of Babylon indeed
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