麻豆社

Good Morning,

On this 麻豆社 music day

This is a song
Without a melody
A call to tune in and celebrate
This thing called music
Which, in a world where few agree
And nothing sounds the same,
Still changes lives, as well as moods
In language not everyone can read
But everyone perceive.

It鈥檚 both background noise
And vital hum
Humanity鈥檚 constant giving thrum
It fits the occasion
Joyous celebration and quiet devotion,
It starts the revolution
Brings the revelation.
Via valleys deep it
Reaches depression
On mountains high
Transcends explanation.

It can鈥檛 be proved
But is stronger than steel
Louder than bombs,
It hits but doesn鈥檛 hurt.
There is no right or wrong
One man鈥檚 dirge
Is another man鈥檚 song.
There鈥檚 no one way to say it
Some sing you can鈥檛 stop it
That we鈥檙e lost in it
That rivers clap their hands to it
Others that life鈥檚 a mistake without it
That love is fed by it

It鈥檚 the wine that fills the cup.
It makes the people come together
The bourgeois and the rebel
It knows no class or race,
Cuts across the politic
That no matter what state we鈥檙e in
There鈥檒l still be music we can sing
We just need to stay in tune
Not break the harmony
Kill the melody, play the off key
Strike the wrong note.
Bad people love good music
Good people love the bad
That鈥檚 not the point
Everyone has a tune
And the tune is key
Come as you are, Come and see
Come all ye faithful, Come on everybody
Listen to the music
Thank you for the music
Who can live with out it
God only knows what we鈥檇 do without it.

It gives soul to the universe
Wings to the mind
Evokes without words
Our greatest joys our deepest fears
Einstein thought in music
To sing his equations
Bach made agreeable harmony
To make his devotions
It鈥檚 maths to the mathematician
Audible waves to the physician
We鈥檙e all part of the composition.
It鈥檚 everybody鈥檚 business
You can sell it or you can buy it
But no-one owns it
It鈥檚 free as a bird, it鈥檚 all right, it does its thing

Music. It鈥檚 divine
Let those who have ears, hear
A transcendence we can gain
A way to talk to angels
And sing God鈥檚 praise.
It makes a way
To express the inexpressible,
A thing you can鈥檛 see
More real than things you touch
More touching than a thing.
It鈥檚 a tune we can all hear.
If you don鈥檛 like the words
Truth, mercy, love
Are songs we can hymn
It鈥檚 the same refrain
It鈥檚 a Love Supreme
A wonderful thing.
We are the giver and the taker
We are the melody of the maker
So if we鈥檙e the song
Then let鈥檚 sing.

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