I love singing

I don’t want to sing right now

Both are true.  The oomph is not there to sing sweet songs with human lyrics and soaring melodies.  And I’m fine with that.  At peace.  The opening of the mouth will return.

Still, I love watching live concert videos on YouTube.  When Disturbed hits those incredibly low notes in The Sound of Silence … wow!

And here’s Bob Dylan, the American singer-songwriter who has entertained us since the 60’s.  He knows a thing or two about beauty and truth.

Songs, to me, were more important than just light entertainment.  They were my preceptor and guide into some altered consciousness of reality.  Some different republic, some liberated republic.

“Access” is a fine word.  What allows us to travel from one state of being to another?  Is there a road map?  A winding path?  No path?

Music brings me along, inside the melody and harmony, inside the words …

The slow one now
Will later be fast
As the present now
Will later be past
The order is rapidly fadin’
And the first one now
Will later be last
For the times they are a-changin’

Fine songs point me to the moon … so bright, often overwhelmingly so.

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I choose to be pointed

Sometimes in the singing

Sometimes in the listening