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Ununo

We're living out

the greatest paradox

known to mankind

going all about it

from the wrong side

Obsessed with self-expression

we customize our face

and facebook

Look at any college student's

music preferences and see

the same ten things

in different orders

What is music

but the confluence of a billion

inspirations

starting from before we began

Go to any live show

and you'll experience

the penultimate

compilation of all music

known to man

Unless its a pop show

cuz I heard lots of those

are mere recordings

Any jazz gig

has slave songs

Coltrane

Dixieland

and Louis

all at once

even if the performers

and audience

don't realize it

Every musician can list

a long line of influences

All these inspirations

were affected by countless

other musicians before them

and it goes on and on

and on

All music is the result

of all music

that came before it

and will become and influence

all music after it

And this does not apply

only to music

but art, poetry, any writing

politics, economics,

language

Everything

We are the direct, indirect

product of all history

Look at the word history

His Story

Its our story

And not just mankind

We used to be primate rats

surrounded by towering

Dinos

Think about that

next time you see

road ****

Millions of people are abused

every day, we're only abusing

ourselves

Drinking ourselves silly

Smoking our lungs out

We're too lazy or ignorant

sometimes

Too caught up on getting rich

to realize we made money

to make life easier

Trade is best

with a common currency

and that should be

Love.

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Sep 16, 2010
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