have you ever heard a song SOOO good that no one can ever think to sing it that well ever again? the more...sheer magnitude of the feeling, effort, and heart in that one opus can never even be reached by the person who sang it perfectly that one time. its not that the song is no longer good...the relevancy of the emotions of the song can no longer live up to its prior expectiations...the music breathes in and out the hot air and life and then comes crashing down on wobly legs, drunk off its own birth and then immediate death...and its not that the listeners arent touched, we are in shock, like watching a car accident from 2 feet away. we are afraid. afraid that well never feel that way again about a song, that maybe another song cannot insight the war and peace that has raged in our blood for the brief moment we are allowed to witness such exquisitness....we hold it tight in our hands like a september butterfly until it flies away only to die....YOU are my song and i am still waiting.... less
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