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Good Morning, On this ÃÛÑ¿´«Ã½ music day This is a song Without a melody A call to tune in and celebrate This thing called music Which, in a world where few agree And nothing sounds the same, Still changes lives, as well as moods In language not everyone can read But everyone perceive. It’s both background noise And vital hum Humanity’s constant giving thrum It fits the occasion Joyous celebration and quiet devotion, It starts the revolution Brings the revelation. Via valleys deep it Reaches depression On mountains high Transcends explanation. It can’t be proved But is stronger than steel Louder than bombs, It hits but doesn’t hurt. There is no right or wrong One man’s dirge Is another man’s song. There’s no one way to say it Some sing you can’t stop it That we’re lost in it That rivers clap their hands to it Others that life’s a mistake without it That love is fed by it It’s the wine that fills the cup. It makes the people come together The bourgeois and the rebel It knows no class or race, Cuts across the politic That no matter what state we’re in There’ll still be music we can sing We just need to stay in tune Not break the harmony Kill the melody, play the off key Strike the wrong note. Bad people love good music Good people love the bad That’s not the point Everyone has a tune And the tune is key Come as you are, Come and see Come all ye faithful, Come on everybody Listen to the music Thank you for the music Who can live with out it God only knows what we’d do without it. It gives soul to the universe Wings to the mind Evokes without words Our greatest joys our deepest fears Einstein thought in music To sing his equations Bach made agreeable harmony To make his devotions It’s maths to the mathematician Audible waves to the physician We’re all part of the composition. It’s everybody’s business You can sell it or you can buy it But no-one owns it It’s free as a bird, it’s all right, it does its thing Music. It’s divine Let those who have ears, hear A transcendence we can gain A way to talk to angels And sing God’s praise. It makes a way To express the inexpressible, A thing you can’t see More real than things you touch More touching than a thing. It’s a tune we can all hear. If you don’t like the words Truth, mercy, love Are songs we can hymn It’s the same refrain It’s a Love Supreme A wonderful thing. We are the giver and the taker We are the melody of the maker So if we’re the song Then let’s sing.