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Wed Jun 07, 2017 5:15 am
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Wed Jun 07, 2017 5:23 am
A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite. A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite. A painter, a sculptor, a poet, certainly a novelist, each left behind their works even in the most ancient of times but a musician of those times took his art to the grave. Of course the destruction of a contemporary musician too would be lesser crime as there are always plenty of recordings except in the case of our Ojibway and Metis fiddle players. The traditional player like your uncle Shamengua believed that he owed his music to the wind and that like the wind his music partook of infinite changeability. A recording would cause his song to become finite. |
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Wed Jun 07, 2017 5:26 am
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Sun Sep 24, 2017 4:27 am
Here comes that feelin' burnin' in my heart again. And why is it coming back, back to haunt me again? Well, I can't stand it. It hurts me blind. Whatever I can see, you appear on my mind. Without you: I can't find my way, yeah. I can't find my way, yeah, yeah. All the stormy nights can't wash away the pain. I can't find my way, yeah.
Here comes that feelin' burnin' in my heart again. Are you ever comin' back, back in my arms again? Tell me when. I can't stand it, another lonely night. Whatever I can see, you appear on my mind. Without you: I can't find my way, yeah. I can't find my way, yeah, yeah. All the stormy nights can't wash away the pain. I can't find my way, yeah.
Nobody told me it would be easy. Oh, life, they say, can't always please me. I can't look back now that she's gone. I can't find my way, yeah. I can't find my way, yeah, yeah. All the stormy nights can't wash away the pain. I can't find my way, yeah.
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