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Feb 2012
Musical expression was silenced by record label executives.
There was no money in providing an original sound.
Young musicians were taught to play the same scale, same beat, same melody.
Mixed over and over, Until it sounded all the same.
nihil novi sub sole was beat into their head.
They told them they had talent.
That they were the best.
That there record was a top seller.
When in reality, the companies had payed for rank.
The top slot going to the man with the deepest pocket.
Written by
Lee W  35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA
(35/Non-binary/Harrisburg, PA)   
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