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    "Information is not knowledge.
    Knowledge is not wisdom.
    Wisdom is not truth.
    Truth is not beauty.
    Beauty is not love.
    Love is not music.
    Music is THE BEST."



    "Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring production deadlines or dates by which bills must be paid."



    “Without music, life would be a mistake.”



    “In music the passions enjoy themselves.”

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    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=581ghqT7ESU


    Van Der Graaf Generator - Childlike Faith In Childhood's End

    Existence is a stage on which we pass
    A sleepwalk trick for mind and heart;
    It's hopeless, I know, but onward I must go
    And try to make a start
    At seeing something more
    Than day to day survival, chased by final death
    If I believed this the sum of the life to which we've come
    I wouldn't waste my breath
    Somehow, there must be more

    There was a time when more was felt than known
    But now, entrenched inside my sett
    In light more mundane, thought rattles round my brain:
    We live, we die...and yet?

    In the beginning there was order and destiny
    But now that path has reached the border
    And on our knees is no way to face the future, whatever it be
    Though the forces which hold us in place
    Last through eons in unruffled grace
    We, too, wear the face of creation

    As anti-matter sucks and pulses periodically
    The bud unfolds, the bloom is dead, all space is living history
    It seems as though time must betray us yet we're alive
    And though I see no God to save us, still we survive
    Through the centuries of progress
    Which don't get us very far
    All illusion! All is bogus...
    We don't yet know what we are

    Laughing, hoping, praying, joking, Son of Man
    With lowered eyes but lifting hearts, we're grains of sand
    And though, in time, the sea may claim us for its own
    We are the rocks which root the future - on us it grows!
    We might not be there to share it
    If eternity's a jest but I think that I can bear it
    If the next life is the best
    Even if there is a heaven when we die
    Endless bliss would be as meaningless as the lie
    That always comes as answer to the question
    "Why do we see through the eyes of creation?"

    Adrift without a course
    It's very lonely here
    Our only conjecture
    What lies behind the dark
    Still, I find I can cling to a lifeline
    Think of a lifetime which means more than my own one
    Dreams of a grander thing than we are
    Time and Space hang heavy on my shoulders...
    When all life is over who can say
    No mutated force shall remain?

    Though the towers of the city are denied to we men of clay
    Still we know we shall scale the heights some day
    Frightened in the silence, frightened, but thinking very hard
    Let us make computations of the stars

    Older, wiser, sadder, blinder, watch us run:
    Faster, longer, harder, stronger, now it comes...
    Colour blisters, image splinters gravitate
    Towards the centre, in final splendour disintegrate
    The universe now beckons
    And Man, too, must take His place;
    Just a few last fleeting seconds
    To wander in the waste
    And the children who were ourselves move on
    Reincarnation stills its now perfected song
    And at last we are free of the bonds of creation

    All the jokers and gaolers, all the junkies and slavers too
    All the throng who have danced a merry tune...
    Human we can all be, but Humanity we must rise above
    In the name of all faith and hope and love
    There's a time for all pilgrims, and a time for the fakers too
    There's a time when we all will stand alone and nude
    Naked to the galaxies...naked, but clothed in the overview:
    As we reach Childhood's End we must start anew

    And though dark is the highway
    And the peak's distance breaks my heart
    For I never shall see it, still I play my part
    Believing that what waits for us
    Is the cosmos compared to the dust of the past

    In the death of mere Humans Life shall start!
    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
    Robert M. Pirsig

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    , Johnny Cash, ... "bad sound kills good music" , , ( ) ( ).

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KlShSNc2dMA


    "A Satisfied Mind"

    How many times have
    You heard someone say
    If I had a pricey setup
    I would listen all day

    But little they know
    That it's so hard to find
    One audiophile
    With a satisfied mind

    Once I was winning
    In fortune and fame
    Everything that I dreamed for
    To get a start in life's game

    Then suddenly it happened
    I sold all I had mined
    And I'm happy so far
    With a satisfied mind

    Money can't buy you
    Aesthetics when you're coarse
    Or a good taste in music
    Or refinement when youre hoarse

    The wealthiest person
    Is a pauper at times
    Compared to the man
    With a satisfied mind

    When my life has ended
    And my time has run out
    My friends and my loved ones
    I'll leave there's no doubt

    But one thing's for certain
    When it comes my time
    I'll leave this old world
    With a satisfied mind

    How many times have
    You heard someone say
    If I had a pricey setup
    I would listen all day

    But little they know
    That it's so hard to find
    One audiophile
    With a satisfied mind
    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
    Robert M. Pirsig

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    Whos laughing now biatchezzzzz????
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    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
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    Aboriginal Story


    In the Dreamtime all the creatures on earth thought that they belonged to the most important group of creatures. Each group had their own special meetings: all the animals had their own special meeting; the birds had their own special meeting and at the very same time, all the water creatures had their own special meeting.

    The animals thought that they were the most special because they had fur on their bodies and could run across the land.

    The birds thought that they were even more special because they could fly and lay eggs.

    And the water creatures thought that they were even more special still because they could swim and explore all the water-ways on earth and because “There is more water than land anyway.” they said.

    But then someone in each group remembered that shy Platypus belonged to no group at all and each one of them resolved to ask Platypus to join their own Very Special Group.

    First the animals went over to ask Platypus to join their Most Special Animal Group. Soon after the animals left, the birds went over to Platypus place to see if he would join their Even More Special Bird Group and then the water creatures.. But as he had done with the animals, Platypus asked them to come back after had thought about their offer.

    Now Platypus asked his friends and family whose group he should join, but no one could help him, not even his friend Echidna.

    After thinking hard about it for some time, Platypus called all the animals and bird and water creatures to his place. They all gathered around, all wondering which group Platypus would join.

    Platypus came out of his home, climbed a log, and when all the creatures were quiet, Platypus spoke.

    “Thank you all for coming today. I have decided not to join any group at all.”

    All the creatures were shocked. “You have to join someones group.” they cried.

    “Please listen,” said Platypus patiently. “Everyone is special in their own special way and I dont have to join any group to prove that. After all, I have a bit of animal in me because of my fur and because I like running across the land, but I have a bit of bird in me too, because my wife lays eggs and we both have beaks. And if that s not enough, I also have a bit of water creature in me because my home is near the waters edge and I like swimming and exploring the underwater world. So you see, I dont have to join any special group to be special. But its not only me – everyone of us has something that makes us special in our own very special way.”
    In the high country of the mind one has to become adjusted to the thinner air of uncertainty...
    Robert M. Pirsig

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    : "Bad Sound Kills Good Music" "Audiophilia Kills the Ability to Enjoy/Love Music".
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    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dp6LT2MdaPI


    Frank Zappa - Cosmik Debris


    The mystery man came over
    And he said I'm outta sight
    He said for a nominal service charge
    I could reach nirvana tonight
    If I was ready, willing and able
    To pay him his regular fee
    He would drop all the rest of his pressing affairs
    And devote his attention to me

    But I said look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Look here brother, don't waste your time on me

    The mystery man got nervous and he fidget around a bit
    He reached in the pocket of his mystery robe
    And he whipped out a shaving kit
    Now I thought it was a razor
    And a can of foaming goo
    But he told me right then when the top popped open
    There was nothin' his box won't do
    With the oil of aphrodite, and the dust of the grand wazoo
    He said you might not believe this, little fella
    But it'll cure your asthma too

    And I said look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now what kind of a guru are you, anyway?
    Look here brother, don't waste your time on me
    (Don't waste your time)

    I've got troubles of my own, I said
    And you can't help me out
    So, take your meditations and your preparations
    And ram it up your snout
    But I got the crystal ball, he said
    And held it to the light
    So I snatched it, all away from him
    And I showed him how to do it right

    I wrapped a newspaper 'round my head
    So I looked like I was deep
    I said some mumbo-jumbo, then
    I told him he was going to sleep
    I robbed his rings and pocketwatch
    And everything else I found
    I had that sucker hypnotized
    He couldn't even make a sound
    I proceeded to tell him his future, then
    As long as he was hanging around
    I said the price of meat has just gone up
    And your old lady has just gone down

    Look here brother
    Who you jiving with that cosmik debris?
    Now is that a real poncho or is that a Sears poncho?
    Don't you know, you could make more money as a butcher?
    So, don't waste your time on me
    Don't waste it, don't waste your time on me (om shanti, om shanti, om shanti, shanti)
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    Io non posso vivere contemporaneamente nella mia testa e nel mio corpo

    Per questo non riesco ad essere una sola persona

    Sono capace di sentirmi un infinità di cose contemporaneamente

    Il male vero del nostro tempo è che non ci sono più i grandi maestri

    La strada del nostro cuore è coperta dombra

    Bisogna ascoltare le voci che sembrano inutili

    Bisogna che nei cervelli occupati dalle lunghe tubature delle fogne

    Dai muri delle scuole dallasfalto e dalle pratiche assistenziali

    Entri il ronzio degli insetti

    Bisogna riempire gli orecchi gli occhi di tutti noi di cose che siano allinizio di un grande sogno

    Qualcuno deve gridare che costruiremo le piramidi

    Non importa se poi non le costruiremo, bisogna alimentare il desiderio

    Bisogna tirare lanima da tutte le parti come se fosse un lenzuolo dilatabile allinfinito

    Se volete che il mondo vada avanti dobbiamo tenerci per mano

    Ci dobbiamo mescolare ai cosiddetti sani e ai cosiddetti ammalati

    Ehi voi Sani! Che cosa significa la vostra salute?

    Tutti gli occhi dellumanità stanno guardando il burrone dove stiamo tutti precipitando

    La libertà non ci serve se voi non avete il coraggio di guardarci in faccia

    Di mangiare con noi, di bere con noi, di dormire con noi

    Sono proprio i cosiddetti sani che hanno portato il mondo sullorlo della catastrofe

    Uomo ascolta in te acqua fuoco e poi la cenere e le ossa dentro la cenere

    Le ossa e la cenere

    Dove sono quando non sono nella realtà

    E neanche nella mia immaginazione?

    Faccio un nuovo patto col mondo

    Che ci sia il sole di notte e nevichi dagosto.

    Le cose grandi finiscono sono quelle piccole che durano.

    La società deve tornare unita e non così frammentata.

    Basterebbe osservare la natura per capire che la vita è semplice

    E che bisogna tornare al punto di prima

    In quel punto dove voi avete imboccato la strada sbagliata.

    Bisogna tornare alle basi principali della vita

    Senza sporcare lacqua.

    Che razza di mondo è questo

    Se è un pazzo che vi dice

    Che dovete vergognarvi!

    Adesso Musica... Musica... Musica... Oh madre...Oh madre... l'aria e' quella cosa leggera che ti gira intorno alla testa e diventa piu' chiara quando ridi."

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