1) Does that mean we have a choice?
2) If so, does that allude to take the path of least resistance?
3) If so, is that the right thing to do?
Ever notice how the ones that accuse you of some emotion are guilty to it themselves, more than you in fact?
Why does music do whatever it does? I think music is the greatest proof that energy can be spawned. A thought starts in the aritsts' mind. It evolves into lyrics sheets, music notes and compositions. That translates to vibrations on the strings and percussion on skins. Each song exudes a part of the artists' soul. The feelings and emotions are picked up as voltages by equipment and stored as innocuous 0s and 1s. The disc then plays far away, years after the thought first lit up someone's mind. The longitudinal waves invade the spaces of the inner ear and impluses furiously travel up and down the superhighway. The all powerful machine churns thoughts and the soul is richer, fuller and free to roam the spaces of infinte pleasure. People will talk of how one form of energy is converted to another and nothing is lost or gained. Wrong. The artists soul is in every song and yet there's always enough for the next song. The listner whether in that laser filled show or in the dark confines of his cluttered apartment is enthralled by the charm and yet not bound to physical existance.
I ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming onI ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
It's coming on, it's coming on
(Rah, yeah)
It's coming on, it's coming onFinally someone let me out of my cage
Now time for me is nothin' 'cos I'm counting no age
Now I couldn't be there now you shouldn't be scared
I'm good at repairs and I'm under each snare
Intangible (ah y'all) I bet you didn't think so
I command you to, panoramic view (you)
Look I'll make it all manageable
Pick and choose, sit and lose
All you different crews
Chicks and dudes, who you think is really kicking tunesPicture you getting down and I'll picture too
Like you lit the fuse
You think it's fictional, mystical - maybe
Spiritual hero who appears on you to clear your view (yeah)
When you're too crazy
Lifeless for whose definition is for what life is
Priceless to you because I put ya on the hype shift
Did ya like it?
Gut smokin' righteous but one talkin' psychic
But among knows possess you with one thoughI ain't happy, I'm feeling glad
I got sunshine in a bag
I'm useless but not for long
The future is coming on
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