"Something about the sounds of the piano, with the right beat, just sets the flow. Like any instrument, it's distinct and beautiful. Alicia got that shit on lock, by how she played it. More than her voice, the music brought the purity of exactly hearing her as she recorded it. Maybe it's the weed, so I'm grooving.
Something about the music, the peace on the porch, the blunts sparked, time to unwind. Caught in repeat listening to how the music stays timeless, to where one time isn't enough. Over and over, each time potent to endure another day, decision, anyway you may need it. I'm grooving, and reflecting on how I'm still here. God bless the pen and pad. The people who decided to share. Life without music? Minus well bury me, cause that's death. I'm more on living."
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