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Dear Society,
It seems most music lately is all the same song
Cookie cutting its way to the top
Killing people in its path with familiarity
Music is waiting for a savior
It pleads for an option of discrepancy
It bleeds from neglect and audible cruelty
It radiates now-a-days from made up personality
We're all waiting
It pleads for a chance to renew itself
It bleeds out the bodies of humans
It mediates day-to-day life
...or it could anyway
We're all waiting
It's been a couple of years now
We've been waiting patiently
We need something that can paint the evening
Please write back soon
We're all waiting
I write this letter to all who cut this tree from its roots.
Damn the time moves so slow in this music embryo.
If we make it there the hatching will begin.
It will be celebrated by the world
with an unruly release of all worries.
Listen to what has grown, traditions been overthrown
But if we make it there the hatching will begin
Make the change happen, bring music back to life
Bring us an unruly release of all worries, I'm begging you please.
This impatience hopefully proves the urgency.
Yours truly,
Music Embryo