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The musical language
Hello, hello my sisters and brothers,
Today I speak the word of our mothers and fathers,
The knowledge of our past,
To the souls of our future.
Where dose this new rhythm come from that we follow?
With loud sounds and words that are hollow,
We speak foul words,
And tempt our children to commit foul verbs,
We no longer love and admire the beauty of our women’s curves,
Instead we take skinny and bony women with wick nerves,
And mostly want our money and not our love.
Where is the class with which the white glove signifies?
I tell you now and only now this world of ours is coming to an unending demise,
Brothers and sisters I tell not to criticize,
But to say that our music needs a big change, not just little errors that need be minimized.
I cry, I cry please tell me, where is the good in our music,
With the kind of knowledge that grows our mind with no happiness to loose,
The kind that makes you look to the future and give you clues,
And give you mind of good,
So amazingly we will choose, not to drown ourselves in booze,
It is the past and the future we must fuse,
So we acknowledge in music and dance our don’ts and doe’s.
Wisely we should use our muse,
Listen; listen to your hearts,
Find the nice, happy, good and fun words and in your music charts,
And use them to dance, relax and tap your feet,
For that is the rhythm and beat,
Our future seeks.
Good-bye, good-bye my sisters and brothers,
Today I have spoken the word of our mothers and fathers,
The knowledge of our past,
To you, the souls of our future.
