Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.

Propel, propel, propel your craft softly down liquid solution. Ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, ecstatically, Existence is simply illusion.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

Music is the movement of sound to reach the soul for the education of its virtue.

To talk to someone who does not listen is enough to tense the devil. - Talking to Myself.

To talk to someone who does not listen is enough to tense the devil. - Talking to Myself.

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

Secretly, I wanted to look like Jimi Hendrix, but I could never quite pull it off.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

My music fights against the system that teaches to live and die.

The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
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The rustle of the leaves in summer's hush
When wandering breezes touch them, and the sigh
That filters through the forest, or the gush
That swells and sinks amid the branches high,--
'Tis all the music of the wind, and we
Let fancy float on the aeolian breath.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

Music was my refuge. I could crawl into the space between the notes and curl my back to loneliness.

I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.

I don't sing because I'm happy; I'm happy because I sing.

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!

And hears thy stormy music in the drum!