Music And Lyrics

Songs?
What are they?
They are stories. They are poems. They are ancient tales of wonder and victory. They are ditties about insignificant little affairs. They uplift and sadden. They create and destroy.
Well not really. All those things are what we make of songs. But what they really are, just music and lyrics. Some of my favourite ever.


Another missing person, One of many we assume,
The young wear their freedom, Like cheap perfume.
(its useless information), Returning my call,
(to help the situation),Theyve nothing at all,
Youre just another message, On a pay phone wall
- Carrie
Cliff Richard
The young wear their freedom, like cheap perfume. Too easily gotten, too quickly squandered. And ultimately, you aren't even a brick in the wall my friend. Because the wall needs the bricks. without them, there would be no walls. Youre less. Youre a crude little message scrawled on a pay phone wall. Unnecessary, unwanted, destined to be covered up by a hundred more scribbles.


Do you believe in rock ’n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with him
`cause I saw you dancin’ in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
- American Pie
Don Mclean
The words can lie. Even the eyes can lie. But the language of dance, THAT is immune to deception. I knew you loved him, when I saw you dance. And music.....music is redemption. Music can save your soul. Don't believe it. Know it.


I lived my life in the words of a Storyman,
Watched my dreams from the years gone by,
Heard my voice in the songs of a Storyman,
Always by my side, always by my side
- The Storyman
Chris de Burgh
My earliest memories are stories. Of Gallant princes and captured princesses. Of Wise wizards and evil viziers. It was an affair that is yet to end. The first time Long John Silver hobbled onto the deck of Hispaniola, when Holmes and Watson waited for Moriarty, When Bertie plopped down on the sofa and said " Jeeves , I need help" and when Vimes killed warewolves with his bare hands, I was there. I will always be there. Because I live my life in the words of a storyman.

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