MUSIC[ Collaboration with Gaylord Munemo, Miranda Mabuto and Delboy Jones]
Boom! ! Zoom, who is in the room,
we got company in the studio,
Delboy on the mic with the vibe,
Donald on the piano, randie on the violin and Gaylord on the drums as the beat makes the heart beat louder diluting the chronic pain in the heart, camera lights action as Randie takes the dance floor as if its like pick and roll on the floor,
as the zeal ignites the rhythm of the music in our hearts, suspending our conscience into ego while the beat and rythm of the drums ignite our hearts away from sorrow, as music takes over the heart
the vocal sounds and instruments produce beautiful rhythms and melodies that soothes the heart and mind from any tension in our lives,
music, a special antitode for the virus called missery and sorrow that is in our hearts and beat and rhythm creates the breeze that dilutes the fury in our souls
[Dj DELBOY JONES]
Music an art of expressing emotions, tones arranged in order
and sequence as the beat, Rhythm and emotions in our hearts convey a meaning to different people in the community circles as the sound, beat and rhythm arouse hidden happiness and interests that we can't express alone,
Music a state of relaxation to the mind and solace during hard times,
Music a realm and hotline for hidden emmotions in the inner heart, Music a wake up call for the mind when the zeal is so high, high as a satellite.
One may fail to explain the zeal and what is in the heart, only the Harmonics, the pitch, the flow of dynamics and timbre binds and open one's heart to express the hidden emotions, as thoughts will be induced to open the realm of truth....
Boom! ! Boom! ! There goes the drums of the Amazonians,
hear the echoes from the sea, the precision of the caribbeans,
To heal a wound, to broden a smile and a special faith,
To shed a tear, and to make one see a bit more clear,
Encoding of utterings either exotic or erotic decoding vocals, alien or foreign,
Music my old time lover, let it be you and you always,
Divorce not yourself from my ears,
Your Flow in a slippery floor of my veins,
Rhythm to boost lost count of stimuli to come from Euphonic from Stereophonic,
Music the art that revitalise the weak, Music the unquenched thirsty of a desert,
Music the truth coexisting in reality.
Music, a whisper of the wind in the willow tree,
The pitter, patter of the rain, the cobble the street,
The swishing of the eagle wings high up and free,
Thus the real Music have you listened to the harmomy of the bees, the melody of the ants, the cresendo of the whale,
how can one fail to stop and listen to this music...
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